The Gamer Chapter 1488 – A Nostalgic Sight (Patreon)

“Damn that woman!” John complained out loud, while he entered his living quarters.

“What’s the problem?” Sylph asked. “Is it something fun? Something fluffy? Oh, please tell me it’s something fluffy. I really, really feel like touching something fluffy right now!”

“It kind of is.” The Gamer put his phone on the sole cupboard that hung from the wall next to the door. Calling it a phoneboard would have been more accurate, considering it was there solely for the purpose of being where the harem’s smartphones awaited usage. “Eliana keeps sending me gifs and videos of bread and stuff in ovens, alongside lines like ‘imagine if this was my stomach’ or ‘why the fuck am I not rising like that?!’ or ‘Bake me!’.”

“Hmmm, bread… Eliana getting bred…” Sylph visibly salivated at the thought of food and a pregnant haremette. The look in her eyes went from hungry to glassy within seconds. Her breathing became shallow and audible, as little bits of pink lightning bristled in her hair. Bunny ears slouched softly. Fingers travelled down to her cunt. A thoughtless moan filled the room.

“Well, guess I know how I am spending the next fifteen minutes.” John’s hand hovered over the ‘undress’ button until he was actually in front of Sylph. A tap and the lust-hazed gaze of the bunny girl snapped to his erection like a cat to a laser pointer.

Just barely, John managed to put his hand between the pink lips of the amber-eyed air spirit. Her tongue licked his palm out of pure, heated instinct. Drool dripped down from her chin, depravedly staining medium sized breasts and running down the valley of her firm cleavage.

Manhandling the libido-controlled little bundle of needs was like he was moving a crowbar between two magnets. The struggle to reach his cock with her lips was consistent. He pulled her by the bunny ears, coaxing masochistic, deep groans from the omni-kinky woman, until the distance to her lower lips was bigger than the upper ones. At that point, Sylph suddenly became very cooperative, hurrying to get down on all fours and present her ass. She wiggled her hips, the cute little puffball of a tail above the jiggling cheeks twitching in impatient wait for him to align his cock with her overflowing cunt. Rivulets of pussy juice were turning her smooth thighs into a glistening mess.

John gave her ass a nice swat and smirked at the spray that showered his cock in response. The noises coming from Sylph were as close to a religious chant to sex as a mind could hope to produce. Little arcs of pink danced between the tip of his cock and her exposed outer folds, so swollen with excitement the labia had parted on their own.

“Whyyyyy do you have to do that in front of meeeeee?” Lee complained, while her hand disappeared in her personal pocket dimension. She retrieved a sizable vibrator, the kind with extensions for clit and sphincter stimulation. The masturbation addict pushed it into herself with the same tantalizing leisure that John penetrated Sylph with.

“Don’t you act like you don’t like it,” John said and grinned when Lee tried to switch on the vibration function. Nothing happened, not until the Gamer used his technomancy connection he had with his phone to bless Lee with the tiniest bit of vibrations. All of the harem’s approved sex toys were connected to the app Scarlett had put together for him. All of those that had an electronic component, anyway.

Lee desperately wiggled the toy up and down, doing very little thrusting, more focused on keeping the buzzing length buried inside her and pressed against her sensitive button and backdoor. John matched the intensity of the vibrations with his thrusts, peaking each time he drove to the hilt into Sylph’s cunt.

Like a cyclone, her insides whirled around him. Jolts of pleasuring electricity tingled around and through his cock. He was quite literally fucking a living hurricane with bunny ears, and each time he thrust into her, the winds picked up a little more. Gripping wet folds that just kept on moving, blending the sensations of a tight cunt with the supernatural experience of pounding an entity of storm and lightning.

“Fuck, I love driving my cock into this little body,” the Gamer grunted. There was no response, just more exciting pink lightning and blissful squeals by a woman that was less a person at the moment and more an assembly of sexual instincts. Sylph’s ass jiggled hard under every impact, doubled in intensity by her thrusting back at him with all she had to give.

Plapplapplapplapplapplap – The sound of their union echoed wet and wonderful in the room. Again and again, his large cock vanished fully in the gripping maelstrom of an elemental cunt. The rhythmic motions never hitched for even a moment. Sylph came over and over again, the heat getting pounded out of her, until she could finally beg again.

“Cuhhhmmmm, John, John, Johnnnnn cuuuuhm – Gimme all of you delicioushhhh cum, fill me up – Fill me, fill me, fill me, fill me, fill me, make me feel full, remind me that I’ll be bred, I’ll be yours, I’ll have my own youuuu, fill meeeeeee!”

John could never resist a haremette begging for a creampie. After just a few more thrusts, his assault on her spraying pussy came to a stop. Unloading as deep inside her as he could go, he felt the relief wash over him immediately. All the while, Sylph kept gushing, making an absolute mess of the couch. Lee’s screams, despite being louder, were far from as erotic as the primal sounds that came from the bunny girl.

A window opened in front of John, while he was giving Sylph the proper aftercare. Not a system message, just Rave using the Harem Comms to shoot him a message. “Can you move?” he asked the bunny girl sitting in his lap. He was giving her handfuls of breast a gentle massage.

“Yep, yep,” she responded and began to bounce up and down his still erect cock. Even looking over her shoulder, John could see the outline of his cock make her flat stomach softly distort. ‘God, why are small women so hot?’ he asked, not expecting an answer. Not like he hadn’t asked and answered this question for every single body type in his harem several times over. “I can move gooooood.”

“Not the kind of moving I meant,” John grunted. Lee was still squirming, keeping the vibrator inside her, and waiting for the inevitable next orgasm. Since time was a factor, he decided to take a shortcut. “Cum.”

The command was more rarely used than one might expect these days, mostly because it was a bit too easy. In this instance, it saved John a couple of minutes, letting the two girls get the remainder of their lust out of their system.

It also left him with a case of blue balls when he did lift Sylph off his dick. That was one of the few kinds of pains the Gamer was still bothered by. Ending sexual engagements on his terms was such a habit, he regularly forgot what that particular displeasure felt like. He wished he could forget it immediately again. It felt like the base of his testicles were trying to strangle where they were attached with the fury of his entire ancestry.

‘I’ll be procreating soon enough!’ he tried to tell his upset bodily function. He could only assume that this particular pain had evolved because the men that kept going until they were finished were more likely to procreate. Such scientific thoughts helped him distract himself from the sensation, while he gave the couch a quick wipe down. ‘No Cleaning Slimes to keep everything non-sticky around the ship, sadly.’

John was back in his copper shirt and suit pants, Sylph conjured her leotard, and Lee put on her typical combination of black shirt and skinny jeans. The three of them headed outside, swiftly climbing the stairs that connected the bridge, where their apartment was located, to the outside.

Going up to the sundeck would have been the natural choice, if that hadn’t been crowded. Every level of the ship’s deck was crowded to some degree, with more people doubtlessly standing within the outer corridors and walls, staring out the windows. Similar sights were repeated all over the other ships in the fleet, everyone looking eastwards in anticipation.

The prismatic shifting of barrier melding soon shimmered in the air before the small vessel that took the point of the fleet. John, Lee and Sylph hastened to join the rest of the harem on one of the middle decks, the spot relatively reserved if only because the number of haremettes drowned out potential other joiners.

Siena tilted back her head, nostrils flaring. “I smell the heat of an impatient girl.”

“Yep, yep, yep,” Sylph babbled in immediate response. “For some reason, that I do not understand, it’s more important that we see the thing again than make sure I am all non-fidgety and stuff. I mean, really, it’s just so…. Bend me over and tell me what to do so I can ‘Roger! Roger!’ and cum my brains out!”

While Sylph did her palavering, the crotch part of her leotard was decorated with a faintly visible wet slit. The heat had been appeased, not fully pounded out of her petite curves.

“It’ll only take a moment,” John told her. “Let’s bask in the nostalgia.”

“Or find out what it looks like,” Scarlett chimed in.

The fleet advanced at a constant pace. Mobile Barriers shifted into a much larger bubble. The largest Natural Barrier in the entire Atlantic, further across than any Protected Space mankind had yet devised and older than the first empires.

Polar lights, plucked from the sky, and drowned in the sea, that was the first impression of them. Two curtains of light stretched from the ocean floor all the way to above the surface. One came from the north, having wrapped around the north of the Eurasian continent, all the way from the north of Japan. The other came from the south, itself a fusion of two streams before, carrying the Faith of the Americas up the tectonic gap.

Where the two leylines met, a mountain of light rose. It was roughly triangular at its base, two corners flowing in and one flowing out, towards the Mediterranean. That intersection was made up of an infinity of polygons that covered the entire colour spectrum. Each individual triangle kept shifting, its sides and corners moving in all three dimensions, assuring the kilometre-high display never retained its shape for even a split second.

That was the Atlantic Fuse, the intersection of two of the major leylines on the way to their final destination in Gaia’s core. The entire Faith of the western hemisphere travelled on this line, creating through sheer abundance the spectacle before them. It was all the more impressive for the night sky it contrasted against.

John heard the weeping and glanced at Lorelei for a moment. Tears were falling down the seers cheeks openly, a smile and a calm on her face that was beyond what John could understand. To John, this was a phenomena of beauty and great interest. To her eyes, it must have been so much more, and to her Faith this was proof of the Lady’s truth.

“Wow,” Hailey whispered, herself utterly entranced in the sight. “And that’s…?”

“The thoughts, wishes, fears, hopes, last moments and collective consciousness of humanity made visible,” John confirmed.

“Wow…” The blonde kept staring.

The others that had not seen the Atlantic Fuse before had vastly different reactions. Scarlett’s face reflected a lack of actual care, like she was looking at a particularly impressive fireworks display – but nothing more. Beatrice’s mind was a slow moving swirl, the individual experience clashing with the memories of Aclysia that so much of her psyche was based on, creating no strong emotions at all. Delicia was observing it all with great interest, of the analytical variety.

The strongest reaction of those four was that of Claire, who pressed her lips together until all colour had drained from then. A moment passed, before she walked away, heading back indoors. Siena and Undine were quick to move after her. “Uhm, something wrong with her?” Gnome asked, worriedly looking after them.

“It must remind her too much of Arkeidos,” John theorized. The leylines were fundamentally similar in form and function to the way that the tyrant had channelled the life force of the world’s subjects into his fortress. His process had turned it all a sickly green, but the similarities remained. “She’ll be fine. Undine and Siena are with her.” That and the Creator Puppet could manifest at any moment.

“I kinda wanna get closer,” Hailey mumbled.

“We’ll drive through anyway, but if you want it to be a bit more intimate, that won’t be too difficult,” John responded with a smile and gestured for her to follow him. “Anyone else?”

“Please!” Lorelei pleaded, immediately hasting after him. Everyone else was content watching or had already had their fill.

Together with the country gal and the seer, John went into the depths of the yacht. Off-limits for all other passengers was the drydock that was located within the vessel, complete with a small fleet of entertainment boats kept within it.

A mana powered jet ski was among them, perfectly capable for John to steer while Lorelei and Hailey rowed themselves up behind him. The side of the yacht opened, allowing just enough water to flow in for the vessel to become buoyant.

“WHOOOOOOOOOOO-HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Hailey shouted at the back of the jet ski while they skipped over the water’s surface at ridiculous speed. Between her and John, Lorelei kept her arms firmly wrapped around John’s midsection. The seer in her dress and the country gal in her bikini and tiny cowboy shorts struck such different images in so many ways, yet both of them were right there.

John grinned, his smile only growing wider when he felt something perturb the water underneath them. Swerving hard enough that Hailey had to clench her thighs to remain seated, he dodged the ascend of a massive claw.

The rest of the creature followed – a large crustacean of navy blue, legs evolved into a set of eight fins that bloated up to give it buoyancy while the tail paddled in an attempt to keep up with them. “Want to have some fun with that?” John asked over the sound of water getting displaced by the otherwise quiet engine.

“Me?” Hailey asked. “Fight that? Ya crazy?”

“You’re one of the most physically powerful entities in the entire world now, that thing can do nothing against you.”

“I ain’t one to walk on water tho!”

John stopped the engine and the jet ski came to a gradual halt. “You can do it,” he told the country gal. “You think I’d put you in any kind of danger you couldn’t overcome?”

Lorelei leisurely loosened her embrace and turned to the enigma engineer, clasping her hands between her own. “The Lady has blessed you; do not underestimate your own power,” the seer half-prayed, before kissing her fellow haremette on the forehead. “If you mean to, you can walk the waves.”

“I… yeah, I s’pose y’all are right.” Hailey shot them both a confident grin. The jet ski tilted a bit when the country gal swung her leg over the seat to face the monstrous crustacean. It was swiftly approaching, displacing water with its long tail strokes.

A crisp sensation filled the air. Pale blue metal like ice, or ice like metal, covered Hailey’s tanned curves. Plate that tread the fine line between aesthetic and impractical clad her, all sprouting from the blue line that ran down her now hidden spine. Hailey gave herself one more nod before the helmet formed around her head, bundling up her hair and covering her face with a smooth disk.

The crustacean was almost ready to strike them when Hailey jumped off the jet ski. Her feet sunk two hand widths deep before she managed to focus the chill around her. The ocean’s surface froze in a flash, but her legs were stuck now. While Hailey attempted to get her feet out of the block, the monster’s claw descended on her like a hammer.

Impressive as the creature looked and formidable as it may have been compared to other Abyssals, even the inexperienced country gal outclassed it so much that her mistake did not matter. John wondered how it must have felt to Hailey when her beyond superhuman instincts kicked in.

The claws came down at the speed of a falling volleyball. By comparison, Hailey moved at the speed of an athlete ready to exploit the serve. For the crustacean, it must have been a flash in which the ice plated woman tore her legs free and created for herself a sheet to properly stand on. Squaring her feet, she conjured a two handed hammer from the arsenal of her augmentation and swung it at the claw with the power of a talented blacksmith.

Perception returned time to its proper flow as carapace and chilled flesh were sent flying outwards. The monster immediately tried to swing its second claw at Hailey. She stopped it with just one hand, the force rebounding into the limb, cracking much of the surface. Ice flowers bloomed where they connected.

Hailey’s fingers dug into the creature and slowly lifted it up. The monster flopped about entirely unsure what was happening. A state that had to persist as it was tossed in the air. Manifesting a spear, the enigma engineer launched it at the creature mid-air, then a second one when she missed by a narrow margin. That one slammed into the monster’s head and ended its life instantly.

“Told you, you can do it!” John shouted encouragingly, when Hailey turned around. The helmet melted away into nothing as swiftly as it had appeared, letting her wild, dirty blonde hair fall freely again.

“I ever tell ya I love ya, hon’?” The country gal carefully walked back to the jet ski. The area she froze around her got more focused with each step, her brilliant mind swiftly grasping the correct way to utilize this power. With the last step, she dismissed the rest of her armour, sitting back down. “I really am powerful, ain’t I?”

“And now the world knows,” the Gamer said and restarted the engine.

“Do we do anythin’ with that?” Hailey pointed at the floating corpse.

“Something will eat it!” This being among the oldest and largest Natural Barriers, it had its own ecosystem that John wouldn’t even try to start to comprehend. He could see glowing corals nestle somewhere near the ocean floor, spawned by and feeding on the Faith as it flowed by. A vast number of other creatures had to be dwelling around here, especially since Tilgun hadn’t come around here to eat everything for a while.

They arrived at the Atlantic Fuse within a few more moments. John, without a worry, drove straight into the light. Nothing happened to them, there wasn’t even a sensation. Once they were fully surrounded by the lights, he stopped.

They sat on the jet ski like it was a bench, gazing upwards and around them. It was like sitting in the middle of shifting soap bubbles, carefully stacked into a construct that would usually pop at the slightest disturbance. Intersections of corners sparkled like stars.

“Wow,” Hailey whispered once more.

“The Lady’s miracles are vast.” Lorelei clasped her hands in prayer. “We’re surrounded by her light.”

“Yeah,” the country gal agreed, mimicking the motion. Both of them closed their eyes. It meant something vastly different for each of them, as they silently sat in this heaven of colours. The surface of the ocean here was impossibly calm, a layer that broke the light of the translucent polygons that continued so far down below, they hid everything. Even a single fish breaking the surface for a moment was audible here.

John watched the two girls’ lips move soundlessly and averted his gaze before he could indecently read what they meant to discuss only with the deity they prayed to. In a way he envied them for the fullness their hearts must have experienced at this moment. To him, all of this was gorgeous, but it was not proof of greater purpose.

However, watching the two of them pray, knowing that it was his accomplishment that they were there at that moment, that let him feel something akin to that same spiritual completion. They prayed and he watched over them.

That was right.