The Gamer Chapter 1485 – On their way (Patreon)

‘I really do like standing in high places,’ John realized. Standing on the sundeck of the Boating Seaquence, he gazed down at the crowd. The smaller military vessels were already sitting in the Hudson, waiting for the three larger ships to finish loading up the precious cargo of diplomats, historians, and whoever else had enough clout to warrant taking along.

Much as John valued his privacy, there was absolutely no way he could have justified his yacht being exclusive to him and his girls. The luxury vessel was the second largest of the entire fleet, 120 metres long, and had 30 apartments within its hull. A waste of space when it came to actually transporting people, they could have easily fit ten times the amount of bedrooms if they compromised on luxury.

John had changed a few things about the Boating Seaquence in the long time since he had last used the ship, but he had not compromised on luxury at all. At least, the limited number of apartments made it easy to justify letting only a select few guests of honour on board – in addition to Aclysia’s maid students. They would need the extra servants and the first of his personal maids rarely let an opportunity go to have her wards gather hands-on experience.

For a moment, the Gamer crossed eyes with Emrik, as he and his wife walked up the attached stairs. Of course, the Speaker of Commons was one of the politicians that deserved a spot of honour. ‘As they say: keep your enemies closer,’ John thought and stepped away from the railing.

There were more entertaining people on board. A small cadre of journalists, Cindy and Worlina among them. The duo of promiscuous reporters would sadly not be people he had that kind of fun with anymore. Still, they were among the news crews that John respected and there would be at least one interview session during the 3-day voyage.

Then there was Ahanu and his little gathering of chieftains. The Magus family was on board, Magnus in official capacity and his parents more for show and vacation. There were many others on the yacht, enough for there to be layers of intrigues to be spun that John had to keep an eye on.

If there was any silver lining to this, it was that three days in the relative isolation of a yacht gave him plenty of time to have a couple of drinks with the people in a casual atmosphere. That and his open reputation as a very sexually active person meant that he had needed no further justification to install a few extra barriers that separated his quarters from everyone else’s. Not that the walls were thin.

“John, may I have your attention?” Lorelei’s voice pulled his mind back to the there and then. The harem was having one quick BBQ on the sundeck, before they inevitably had to surrender it to the various guests on their ship.

“What is it?” he asked, noting the phone the seer was holding in her hand.

“The blessed Warden requests a last minute spot on any of your vessels, if that is possible?” Lorelei asked.

John raised an eyebrow. “Moira?” he rubbed his chin, contemplating this state of affairs. That she did this went against her father’s stance on the matter and the Gamer wasn’t about to let an opportunity to irk the Lord-Protector go unclaimed. “We can make room here,” he told the seer, quickly shuffling around some of the plans in his head. If he told some of the journalists to stay in the same room, he could clear one apartment. ‘Aclysia?’

‘On it,’ the weaponized maid let him know, already stepping down the staircase that led to the inside of the deep blue vessel.

The reporters would be slightly annoyed, but they were still cruising in luxury with access to many interesting personalities, so they would doubtlessly get over it.

“Thank you, Lady’s chosen Gamer!” Lorelei placed a swift kiss on his cheek. That was, objectively, an even greater reward than annoying William.

Thirty minutes later, the boarding was complete. Under the eyes of the crowd that had gathered at the Harbour, one after another, the three large ships began their movement. John and Scarlett were both present inside the ship’s computers, using their individual technomancy. Of course, the redhead was infinitely superior and he took more of a viewing role. Scarlett on her own could coordinate the entirety of the fleet with the accuracy of a grand strategy game.

The fleet gathered beyond the Guild Hall, taking one lap around the oval island to achieve the wanted formation and to give a bit of fanfare to the onlookers on the city’s shore. This was the first time the Fusion navy moved together for one mission. The various boats struck an impressive picture, despite their unassuming grey colour, meant for high seas camouflage. In their middle sat the yacht, painted Fusion’s deep blue. The flags of the Federation and the navy waved from every mast.

John stayed outdoors until the prismatic shimmer in the air announced their departure from the Hudson Barrier. Each of the ships had their own Mobile Barrier and Fateweaver to power it. The largest was located in the amphibious assault vessel, just about big enough to assure that the smaller boats could stay within its radius.

With no more people to smile and wave at, John headed below deck. The private quarters of the harem were still located by the bridge, putting them just one staircase removed from the sundeck. Changes had been made to transform the previous apartment into a two-floor complex. A change made necessary due to the bedroom being too small, primarily. It also had the advantage that the playroom was now located within their own area, rather than down the corridor. A small private kitchen would allow them to keep themselves fed at most times, but for the big meals they would still need to move to the cafeteria.

The living room had that typical formation of a large U-shaped leather couch around a coffee table, a flat screen hanging from the wall. It was just a staple of harem interior design. Sitting on the short side of the couch let John see the majority of his women take a seat around and in front of him and that was a special kind of pleasure that couldn’t be replaced.

It was more cramped than usual. A massive yacht still was small compared to a magical Palace and cramming 18 people, doubles not counting, into one singular apartment was always going to be difficult. The limited space they could reasonably take for themselves meant that the couch was just big enough for all of them to sit thigh to thigh. Beyond the black leather and the polished, blue glass of the coffee table, the room was lacking in decorations. The walls were of that typical white associated with modern ships, the ground covered in a layer of fake wood.

There was little space to walk, just enough to reach the doors that led to the kitchen and bathroom or the staircase that allowed entrance to the bed and playrooms. Other usual facilities, like the gaming room, had to be sacrificed in the name of saving space.

“I really hope nothing bad happens,” John said, trying to get comfortable on the couch. It was made fairly easy by Nia and Claire hugging either side of him. The two were unbuttoning his shirt, while Delicia knelt down in front of him and did the same for his pants.

“It’ll be fine, ya left the insurance package,” Rave stated, a little bit of a frown crossing her face.

John emphasized completely with the look. Being on sea for three full days was risky, with the Lorylim still around somewhere. Taking the entire harem with him had therefore been deemed unworkable. Nathalia, Nightingale, and Eliana had been left in the Guild Hall, three goddesses that would be capable of defending their heartlands should anything unforeseen happen. Once in Rome, they would put down a temporary teleporter and then such concerns would be alleviated.

The Gamer’s mind was taken off it when Delicia’s lips wrapped around the engorged head of his cock. ‘That’s right, this mouth makes your brain go blank,’ the smug maid’s voice echoed in his mind, while she effortlessly took him down to the base.

Having no real retort, John just enjoyed the view of the short-haired maid bobbing up and down his length. Blue eyes looked up at him, brattiness competing with veneration, while pink lips stretched around his girth. Moaning deeply, the alchemist’s own thoughts went silent. She leaned forwards. Her hands laid softly on John’s naked thighs. Her enormous tits spilled over the leather between his legs.

“Goblin,” John demanded.

The single word had an immediate effect. The skin of the maid turned a vibrant shade of green. Her ears grew into a large, pointy leaf-shape. All of her frame shrunk, safe for her tits, ass and thighs, which remained the same size. From a woman that was already incredibly stacked for a shortie, she went to a true short stack, her breasts and derriere utterly dominant parts of her physique.

As she shrunk, her reach diminished, until she was too tiny to properly reach his cock while kneeling. “And what now, huh?” the alchemist asked, her voice a little squeakier than before.

John picked up the 1,30 metres of female flesh. Every soft bit of her, and there was a lot of softness to her, was in constant jiggling. Truly humongous tits covered more than half of her torso, reaching all the way to her midriff without losing any of their wonderful firmness. The inwards curve of her stomach was nearly immediately replaced by nearly disproportionate hips and plump thighs.

“Now you look every bit the sex toy you are,” John told her brat.

“Oh, that’s just ri-iiiiiiiiiiaaaaah.” Delicia only got halfway through her response before John had turned her around and place on top of Claire. The vampire maid served as a glassy-eyed pedestal, while John pushed into the deep green of the alchemist’s pussy.

The mutagen made the shortstack a perfect copy, down to the particularities of a goblin’s cunt. Less than halfway in, John hit the entrance of Delicia’s womb and he simply kept pushing. What would have been beyond uncomfortable for a human woman, for Delicia in her current state was pure bliss. The folds of a goblin’s cunt were particularly dense, ready to be stretched out, with the most sensitive nerves located at the bottom of each individual crevice. In effect: the bigger the cock penetrating one of the green-skinned shortstacks, the more they felt every thrust. That was in addition to the enormous ecstasy they derived from having their inhumanely flexible insides rearranged by having their womb shoved deeper inside.

Goblins were a species that apparently operated on porn logic, having interbred with all manners of larger races for generations.

Having shoved all of his 20-centimetre manhood into the tiny woman, John watched the brat quiver from the mere presence of his cock inside her. Every spasm that went through her made her excessively sensitive cunt rub against his hot, rock-hard rod, setting off yet more lustful quakes. A wicked cycle that ended with John just remaining sheathed inside her, unmoving, and watching her suddenly come to a hard climax.

Then he started moving.

Hard and fast from the start, he fucked her gripping cunt without any attention paid to longevity. The round, green cushion of an ass rippled sinfully on each impact. Within a few thrusts, John elevated the orgasm to a squirting, spraying mess of continuous release. “Yes! Shoooo biiiiig! Moooooooooore!” Delicia screamed, thrusting her obscenely wide hips back in a fitting rhythm. “Cum, cuhhhmmm, gimmeeeeeee!”

John lost little time to give her what she wanted. One more thrust, and his balls tightened. Semen flowing into her in intense spurts. Pressed against the entrance, he pumped everything directly into her womb, painting her insides white.

After pulling out, John watched Delcia getting rolled off onto the lap of another woman. Claire immediately wrapped her own lips around his shaft, eager to taste everything he had to offer.

A knock on the door pulled him out of the engagement. With furrowed eyebrows, he looked up. There was a corridor, between the entrance to his private quarters and the door that led outside. For someone to knock on the door to his temporary living room, they would have needed to ignore the doorbell specifically installed there, just waltz in, and then still decide to knock. The number of people brazen enough to take that course of action was tiny. Matter of fact, John couldn’t think of anyone he had let on the boat that would do such a thing.

Aclysia stood up. Her face expressed open annoyance for the first half of her path, then she reclaimed her usual dignity. Sliding the door open, the weaponized maid was face to face with a full suit. That was to say: a man was standing there, wearing a suit. A man so utterly nondescript that he embodied the saying ‘a walking suit’ utterly. Even John had more features that stuck out as unique than this entity.

“Not meeting me with a raised knife?” the suit asked.

“I am taking steps to rein in my emotional excesses,” the weaponized maid explained coldly. Fine mist began to drift down from her curves, warm air chilling on her skin. “I am weighing whether you deserve such self-control.”

“Ominous!” the suit laughed and looked past the weaponized maid. “Ominous, very much. May I enter, dear ally?”

John sighed. He would have preferred to make that sound because Claire continued to treat his cock like it was her god. Instead, he had to deal with this now. “Later,” he promised the vampire maid, who softly shook her head. “Really, you’ll just keep going?” She gave it several fervent nods. John sighed, this time because Claire was sucking him aggressively, until her pinkish red lips touched the base of his cock. “Well, if you don’t mind the scene, come on in, Richard.”

“As if I expected to find anything else,” the disguised Horned Rat responded.