The Gamer Chapter 1481 – Stretch and Difficulties (Patreon)

The harem went through phases.

This was unsurprising. Most people and even most collectives went through phases. A person may fancy a particular brand of cereal as their breakfast for several weeks, only to give it up in an instant and replace it with a new or old staple. A society may develop a sudden veneration for a fruit in particular, sending demand for it sky high in a display of mass craving, only for the entire market to crash when the peer pressure vanishes like the sound of flicked flingers.

The harem, as a group that was particularly tightly knit, always was in the middle of some kind of phase, if not several. That could manifest in one particular haremette being more outgoing than they usually were, inviting and dragging her fellows to some outdoor activities. It could manifest in Eliana getting strung up and mass complimented several days in a row. It could manifest in there being a collective craving for blueberry pie or a particular kind of clothing being suddenly very popular between them.

Among them, a particular sexual act being the flavour of the week was decently common.  As a connoisseur, John obviously had a set of favourite positions (there were too many to choose just one, plus different haremettes looked extra good in different ones). That being said, he certainly did appreciate it when his girls rowed up, asses up, faces down, or laid prone on the bed, or one after another rode him. It was one of the many things that shifted day by day that kept their lives interesting.

Yesterday’s party seemed to have kickstarted a new trend. John was sitting on the couch, still a lowercase c, just idling the time away until Magoi officially called an end to the grinding session. His eyes were glued not to any screens but the swinging rump of Siena.

In her human disguise, wearing only the black leotard that her elemental clothes turned into in this form, the chocolate beauty was gyrating her hips atop his lap. It was constant, rhythmic motion, following the simple beat of the erotic jazz playing in the background.

Siena’s hands glided down her plump thighs, while her hips wiggled left to right in pendulum swings. The massive bubble butt was worthy of a succubus. Momentum made it distort, reversal made it jiggle, and when she jounced, her cheeks met with such pronounced weight that there was an audible clap.

Fingers clasped behind her black mane, she first jerked in overexaggerated motions that showed those large, firm tits of hers with each twist of her torso, then gradually simplified. Eventually all she did was gently oscillate right above John’s crotch.

Luckily, this was no impersonal striptease. This was a lap dance by a very happy and very engaged love of his life. His hands had every right and every opportunity to brush down the concave lines of her side and the convex of her huge ass. Siena rivalled Nathalia in her overt sexuality and her curves certainly followed, her ass the biggest by proportion among all of them. It was all round, all juicy, all firm, all so easily made to jiggle.

“Ah!” Siena gasped, a quick swat to her left cheek making her tremble. Even the sadist enjoyed a little bit of spanking. John kept it at the one, his hand instead travelling to her barely clad crotch. His girls knew exactly how to dance and how to play with their clothes. The black cloth was a strip that didn’t even cover half her swollen, smooth labia.

Fingers rubbed against the fabric and felt the drenched wetness of her cunt. The dancing shadow spirit grinded against his digits, moaning ever sweeter as she did. When the tone hit a delightful pitch, he rescinded his fingers – just as her clothes turned into drifting shadow particles.

Siena plunged with enough intensity to make her hair fly. His cock was sheathed inside her in an instant. The self-edged brown beauty screamed at the ceiling. John joined her in a low groan, the alien insides assaulting his cock from all sides with vibrating tendrils and massaging folds. Within a few seconds, he bucked where he sat, pumping thick cum into the monster girl pussy.

Each spurt was a feverish release of pressure. Siena’s insides first relaxed, then clenched down in an almost normal manner. Folds spasmed around him while the rest of the woman struggled to gyrate her hips in accordance to the music. The fat derriere was pressed tightly against him, a pair of orbs turned partly flat, spilling over crotch and legs in a squishy sensation incomparable.

The Gamer’s ecstasy surged to a second spike. For once not for any reason of Siena leveraging her hellishly dangerous insides but purely because her ass was that glorious to behold. John clenched his teeth, grabbed her by the waist, and pushed that little bit harder against the spilling wetness of her sex. Again, his balls tightened, and Siena howled in delight. Her folds quivered, then formed a particularly tight ring near the entrance. It slowly travelled up, pressuring all of the seed in his shaft out.

This repeated a few times, until he was spent and she was satisfied.

Siena shifted to her true form and plopped down next to him. The tip of her tail tickled his chin, while his eyes glided over to another source of moans in the room.

Hailey was bent over the breakfast table. Her breasts pancaked on the top, she was pinned down by a single hand that kept her arms crossed behind her back. The slender and unreasonably powerful limb belonged to John’s fiancée, who was using her other hand to rapidly masturbate the country gal.

All moans and shouts, Hailey spasmed under the delectable treatment of her nethers. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, dohnnnhhhnnn-“ Her pleads were cut short when she exploded around the moving fingers. The clear love juices cascaded down her legs and rained down on the wooden floor behind her. Only when Rave did her the mercy of slowing did the spray ebb away.

“Good girl,” the head of the harem purred into the blonde’s ear. Hailey let out a variety of little pleased noises, while her hair was played with.

John was considering joining. He was equally considering turning to Siena for further fun or just sitting there and waiting to see who else would like to give him a lap dance this morning. However, that was when the doorbell rang.

In a matter of seconds, the erotic air in the room was pushed aside. Everyone put on their clothes, typically the spawnable kind. From Rave’s bodysuit to Nightingale’s shadow leotard, they all came out of the siderooms they were inhabiting to flow towards the exit.

John walked over the sticky floor and stopped in the doorway to take one last look at the empty room. Confetti littered the ground and that was the least of all concerns. There was damage to the walls from drunk haremettes getting a bit too heated in an argument or in passion. The ground was covered in stains, alcoholic and sexual in nature. The couch had been partly torn up. The kitchen was an absolute mess. One of the doors had been punched out of its hinges.

This was the kind of state most of his home(s) would be in if it wasn’t for the maids. The spilled fruit juice ironically was a good thing, as it made the other fluids that had been scattered over practically every surface barely noticeable, odour-wise.

‘God bless maids and all homemakers,’ John thought and closed the door. ‘But maids in particular,’ he reiterated, when he was greeted by the waiting duo of Aclysia and Momo. One bowed, the other had a hand on her hip. He kissed both on the cheek, before meeting Magoi outside.

“You have everything in order?” the High Fateweaver asked. His raptor mask and top hat were in the hands of his wife. Gently, he leaned onto his cane.

“Yeah,” John responded. The two men looked around. The starlit plane was a simple green, expanding as far as the eye could see, except for where the haremettes had added structures. It was as simple and impressive as the first day. “This is it then?”

“This is it,” Magoi confirmed and extended a hand to the Gamer. “It’s been a pleasure working with you, John.”

“Likewise, Magoi.” The Gamer took it and tugged at the High Fatewever’s limb. He was not so frail that it did more than was intended. The young and the old man met shoulder to shoulder, patting each other on the back, and then distanced again.

It was woefully little to be said about the end of their business relationship. Magoi had enabled, perhaps more than anyone else, John’s ascent. The meteoric rise in power that his Innate Ability enabled still required time and time was what the High Fateweaver had offered him in spades. All combined, the various time dilations Magoi had created for him must have put John at least half a year ahead of schedule, if not a full one. The cascading effects from this were numerous.

He wouldn’t have survived Thana, wouldn’t have become strong enough to fight for Lydia, wouldn’t have survived the Five Days War, wouldn’t have expanded his power rapidly while Fusion established itself, wouldn’t have been capable of withstanding the Death Zone or the Iron Domain. It was a passive service rendered, but it was still to his credit.

“Thank you,” John iterated.

It was woefully little to be said about the end of their business relationship.

It was enough.

“No problem,” Magoi responded with all sincerity, before pulling back. Hug and handshake broke a few moments later. Once, the cane tapped on the ground, and the barrier around them shattered, the prismatic shards fading from reality and leaving them in the vast darkness of the I.D. Gate. There was only them and the door that led outside. “Now, I won’t be needing most of you,” the retired Fateweaver announced.

“We’ll be quiet.” Rave followed the promise up by herding the vast majority of the harem, John included, several metres away.

Left behind was only Lee, who stood alone with her father, Mabirl similarly stepping away. “Final lesson time?” the young woman asked.

Magoi did not answer immediately. The hairless, old man just looked at his daughter, a smile spreading his partly scar-split lip. “You’ve grown a lot.”

“Daaaaaad.” Lee grabbed the elbow of her left arm, squirming where she stood. She muttered something too quiet for anyone to understand and looked up at her father through her bangs.

All of that was wiped away when Magoi slammed the tip of his cane on the ephemeral ground of the void. A loud echo bounced off the wall, followed by a deep quiet that his voice effortlessly took over. “Create the Intermediary Barrier,” he demanded.

Lee took a deep breath. Her shoulder twitched, but the urge to raise her hand was suppressed. Whatever magical machinations were going on under the surface, John only caught the vaguest extensions in the flickering of her aura. Lorelei was deeply enticed by whatever she was seeing.

When it happened, it happened in an instant. The world around them was changed back into the simple green plane. No structures this time around. Lee’s attention shifted to a particular spot in the air, next to her father.

“The Trans-dimensional Overbridge is an incision,” Magoi said out loud. “It’s not an Illusion Barrier in and of itself. It’s a gateway into an empty shell attached to the Intermediary Barrier. You have to extend your rules to it, to let it ser-“ He stopped in the middle of his repetition of his lecture when the gold-white rectangle opened up.

One was followed by more on either side. More and more followed, until there were nine of them, in an orderly row. For a moment, Magoi was stunned, then he smiled again. A proud, fatherly nod was all the comment he had. He pulled a pocket watch out and measured the time.

“3,53 to 1 time dilation, how are you feeling?” Magoi asked.

“Stable,” Lee responded leisurely. “Would be difficult to keep this up when I’m sleeping and… it is a strain to open more of these…” The next set of Intermediary Barriers opened.

Magoi just nodded. “That will become easier in time. Still, you’ll be able to take over for me. Just remember to practice and push yourself. You have the potential, now more than ever. All you need is to make it real.”

“I’ll do my best… thanks, Dad,” Lee stepped forward and gave her father a big hug. “I know I haven’t been… you know…”

“It’s all good,” Magoi assured his daughter, running his wrinkled hand over the back of her head. “We all get confused by life and you wouldn’t be young If you knew exactly what you wanted to do already.” They stood like this for a little while, Mabirl eventually joining them.

John and the rest of the harem decided to leave a little early and left the Magus family to their family hug. Outside, Lydia asked the obvious question., “Will such grinding sessions become more frequent now that the source is readily available?”

“Probably, although it will take some time for Lee to be up to snuff efficiency wise,” John told her. “Shouldn’t take her too long to catch up to the 1 to 10 we are used to. Compared to the average Fateweaver, anyway. We’ll see about that after Max’ wedding.” There were only six days until the Divided Gates meeting and the wedding was roughly a month after that. Lee could train more during that month.

Lydia gave him a deep nod and looked over to the Transport Station. That was her swift ticket home. Under normal circumstances, she would have taken her exit now. Three days were a long time to be removed from her domain. Still, she stuck around.

Like everyone else, she wanted to see this ‘Great Harem’ Building.