The Gamer Chapter 1541 – An Affair (Patreon)

John found himself in a district on the far outskirts of Rome. The day was still strong, the summer sun clinging onto its influence with the usual determination for this time of year. It was primetime for commercial activity, the afternoon slowly transitioning into the cooler evening hours. Despite that, this particular area of the city was largely without traffic.

The reason for that was due to the shops that populated the place. It was a redlight district, to put it bluntly. The various brothels and other varieties of sexual shops were running on low staff, greeting the occasional customer with familiar tones of repeat guests. Nightfall would accompany the majority of activity. Those that visited the redlight district for its services often appreciated the cover of darkness and those that visited it for tourism’s sake were more interested in seeing the flashing artificial lights of the midnight hours.

John belonged to neither party. His reputation allowed him to stride through the area without any cover and he had seen enough redlight districts to have been demystified on their make. The only reason he was around was that Beatrice had insisted on it.

Once more taking the lead, the passive maid guided her Master to a shop that reminded John quite a bit of the Little Whirl. It had the same general layout, with the large central cylinder and several smaller ones attached to two sidearms. The exterior was considerably more decorated, though, in keeping with the Roman aesthetic of it all. Marble shaped into naked women mid movement filled out the spaces between the cylinders and round arches pulled the entire look together.

Beatrice led the way. A swift talk with the receptionist sent them to their private quarter down one of the hallways. A poster on the wall explained the choker system that the local dancers used. White chokers meant that they were not open to sexual activities, black meant that they were, and red meant that they were not only open to it but were effectively free to use. It was the exact same as the Little Whirl.

‘A parent company or just a business model they were inspired by?’ John wondered, as he and Beatrice wandered to the private quarters. They would not be interacting with the choker system at all. Beatrice had booked the area for private use.

Although a black choker was somewhat part of the maid uniform, it had to be said. It wasn’t a proper one, formed by the string that was meant to hold up the chest part of the maid uniform wrapping around their slender throats. Still, it was there and fulfilled roughly the same visual purpose. The holding up part was pure pretend anyhow.

John found two people waiting for him and Beatrice inside the private cylinder. One was Aclysia, almost expected, the other was Lu Zhi. The Heavenly Jade Empress sat on one of the many chairs that were placed around the central dancing platform. A thick cloak was tossed over the back of the armchair, a quick Observe revealing it to be of the invisibility kind. Unlike him, she had to tread carefully.

Hair let down, wearing a plain, western combination of white shirt and jeans, Lulu barely resembled the proud empress anyhow. She was still gorgeous, yes, and proud, yes, but anyone who did not know her would need to inspect her for a prolonged period to recognize her. It was incredible what difference a bit of framing hair could make to the perception of a facial shape.

“’Sup,” Lulu greeted him casually, then took a sip of the beverage she was holding. Judging by the fact that Aclysia was behind the integrated bar, it was likely something alcoholic. The prices in this place were horrendous and yet neither of them would worry about any of it.

“The result of your research into meeting covertly?” John asked Aclysia, while he approached the imperial tomboy.

“Affirmative,” the black dragon maid answered in a pleased tone. “A drink, Master?”

John ran a few numbers in his head. With the likelihood of a fight happening tomorrow, he was best advised to only enjoy as many drinks as he could clear himself of swiftly in the morning. With that in mind and other proclivities he was prone to when drunk, he shook his head. “Just get me some water. I’ll be intoxicated enough by all of you being around.”

Letting out three wonderful little giggles, as clear as chimes ringing, Aclysia grabbed a glass and filled it with crystal clear water. John sat down next to Lulu, while his beverage was brought to him. “To a successful affair,” Lulu hummed and raised her glass.

“To good cooperation,” John responded and then clinked his glass against hers. They both took a sip. “What are you having?”

“Tango Mango,” Lulu answered and took another sip. “I love sweet things.”

“You probably shouldn’t drink too fast,” John recommended.

“I don’t have to fight tomorrow,” the imperial tomboy waved off. Blinking at him a couple of times, her green lips spread into a wide smile. “Or are you reverse psychology-ing me into drinking more so I lower my inhibitions, hmmm?”

“I’d rather you explore your boundaries slowly and carefully,” John stated. “Lord knows I will have a difficult time being the reasonable one if you offer too much.”

“You’ll have to be sober for the both of us,” Lulu dismissed his worries with a wink and presented her now empty beverage to Aclysia. “She’s the best! You’re the best!” the imperial tomboy first said to John, then to the maid herself. “The terracotta servants aren’t nearly as attentive.”

“I pride myself on good work,” Aclysia stated, effortlessly going through the motions of preparing the next drink.

“Without my maids this entire harem thing wouldn’t even begin to function,” John told Lulu. “There’s ungodly amounts of chores that come from my lifestyle.”

“I can imagine. The way you made me orgasm… whew.” She wiped imaginary sweat off her brow. “The floor was a puddle wherever I sat.”

“And I haven’t even done the worst of it to you yet.” The Gamer sipped on his water, while he and Lulu exchanged stern glares. Halfway through taking a gulp of her renewed beverage, the imperial tomboy broke.

She spat out the drink before she could choke on it. Expensive alcohol flowed back into the glass in a motion most unladylike. That none of it stained her white shirt was remarkable. Barely, she managed to put the glass down before the laughter began in full. John joined her carefree mirth. Aclysia and Beatrice smiled.

“We’ve met in a pretty sexual place, haven't we?” Lulu purred, still chuckling between sentences. “Maybe this is your opportunity to give me a taste?”

“Hmm, I’d be open to pushing your limits.” John leaned over and put his hands around Lulu’s waist. She was quite average for an East Asian woman, which made her quite small compared to the tall European that he was, genetically speaking. Lifting her up was a matter of ease, supernatural strength aside. He resettled her in his lap. “I assume this is off limits?” John asked and approached her green lips.

Plenty of time was given for her to intervene. John’s lips eventually met the warm but hard surface of her fingers. “I don’t know,” Lulu confessed. “How serious are we about this?”

Her green eyes reflected the same uncertainty that John felt about this. He wanted to claim her. He wanted to make her his, to taste her, and to tell heaven, hell, and earth that they could all challenge him if they thought they could take her from him.

The problem was that he was prone to infatuation when it came to women like her. He had a crush on her, that was absolutely clear. He had only known her for three days, that was also a fact. Caution was perhaps advisable. His Wisdom told him as much and he managed to say it as well. “I don’t plan to ever let you go… but it is your first kiss. Maybe you don’t want to give it away in a place like this to a man like me at-“

That was as far as he got before Lulu removed her fingers and crossed the rest of the way herself. Warm lips pressed against his with a level of greed that nearly overshadowed his. Nearly, it had to be said, and what her enthusiasm spurred on, his experience let him take over anyhow. Their arms closed around one another’s bodies. Tongues whirled, his leading the way, hers obliging and picking up quickly. Hard, her heartbeat drummed in her chest. He felt it closely, his hand having been guided to her left breast. He squeezed the petite rise gently and she moaned into his mouth. Her perfect ass grinded against the bulge of his pants.

When their kiss finally broke, for reasons neither of them could quite place, they were both panting hard. John could still taste her sweetness on his lips, the intense aroma of mango mingled with her saliva. Lulu kept a hand on his cheek, while she, seated in his lap, looked up at him. “Doesn’t really matter to me where and when,” she told him. “I just want my first kiss to be one that matters.”

“You’re way too good at getting what you want,” John said and claimed her lips again immediately. He had craved them from the moment he had first laid eyes on her. Every second he was obliged moved him closer to giving her everything she wanted. Why would he resist when he wanted all the same?

Perhaps to jump in head first was not advisable for a regular romance. He did not have regular romances. If his affair with the Heavenly Jade Empress could be another storm of emotion calming into a steady relationship, then he would take every opportunity that he was given. The effect they had on each other was too evident to ignore.

“You can touch… me everywhere, but… I’ll keep… my… virginities,” Lulu whispered between kisses. The end of the sentence marked the storm of meeting lips and wrestling tongues. “Anything off?”

John’s hands ran down her slim torso, to the bottom of her shirt. He hooked his hands under the rim of the bothersome cloth and pulled it upwards. “You wanted a taste of the worst of it,” he told her, his tone shifting to the domineering inflection that made submissives tremble. Quickly, he pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it into his inventory. Her jeans were quick to follow. There was no underwear under either. John acknowledged her going commando with a pleased hum. One hand on her chin, the other running over her lust-swollen petals, John directed her gaze to the platform. “It never reaches the heights of ecstasy without my other girls involved.”

The naked empress looked to the two maids that had since located themselves by the stripping pole. Changed into small bikinis, opposite of the colours of their horns, the twin maids reacted to the eyes of their onlookers by raising two bottles of oil in perfect symmetry and squirting the contents over their breasts.

They began less than a hand width from one another and soon were chest to chest. Oil poured down their cleavages and the flatness of their midriffs, down to their thick thighs and fat asses. They squatted in unison, placed the bottles down and rubbed up against each other as they went back up. The slippery fluid was spread by delighting motions of their hands and the constant appreciative grinding against the other. Breaking the symmetry, Aclysia took Beatrice’s face between her hands and pulled her into a deep kiss. Two maids, one with orderly, the other with flawlessly dishevelled hair, were locked in wiggles and moans.

Lulu trembled, her eyes locked on the scene. The imperial tomboy was in the confines of John’s arms, getting her nipples and outer lips teased by constantly roaming hands. “That’s it,” he whispered into her ear, between nibbles. “Watch them dance for us.”

And dance the oiled twins did. Once their whole bodies glistened, they gripped the stripper pole and circled twice around. Their strides were measured, keeping them on opposite sides. When the entirety of the jiggling ass and thick thighs of one maid was in view, the soft bounce of medium breasts and soft definitions of the flat stomach of the other was also on display.

Meeting again at the edge of the platform closest to where John and Lulu sat, Aclysia and Beatrice began their enticing show. They swung their wide hips, pulled teasingly at the strings of their bikinis, spanked each other, kissed, twirled, walked away to give the other the spotlight, then returned to borderline finger the other. There was a balance there, a back and forth of who was in the forefront, with long phases of symmetrical beauty woven in between.

While the dance grew faster and more heated, so did John’s treatment of Lulu. Soon, his fingers curved into her virgin cunt for the first time. He had to play with her for a little while, to slip two fingers in. From there, it took barely any time to get her over the edge the first time.

Lulu shouted and gasped. She threw her head back. His fingers loudly slipped in and out of her wet snatch. “Keep your eyes on them,” John ordered her. Barely, the imperial tomboy managed to tilt her head back forwards and direct her jade eyes onto the stage.

There were no pretences that the dance was guided at the entirety of the room. The maids danced for them and only for them. Shaking their assets with alluringly fast motions, then showing off the length of their legs and the roundness of their butts with calculated slowness, the two displayed every bit of sexual mastery they had gained.

Then, when the underlying music reached a highpoint, they suddenly jumped off. Five steps were needed to circle around the table. Left and right, they parted. They mirrored each other down to the way their thighs trembled. Their hands nearly met above the table, but vanished inside their inventories before they could. They withdrew strings. Beatrice’s was white, Aclysia’s was black, matching the colours of their smooth horns.

Skilled and swift, while they knelt down in front of the armchair, they tied up their hair. John followed the entire process over Lulu’s shoulder. They were absurdly attractive with their hair tied up into high ponytails. It tied the entire maid aesthetic together even in absence of the outfits. Looking at them, it was as if the entirety of their looks finally had fallen into place.

John repositioned slightly in his chair, sliding forwards while keeping his back on the rest. It gave the maids a little access to his crotch and, after a button click, his hard cock.

The two dutiful servants immediately began to venerate their Master’s manhood with long licks. High ponytails swung with each motion. Under the urge to make him feel good, the symmetry finally broke in favour of serving him one at a time in their individual styles. They were similar, but not quite the same. Beatrice was much more systematic about her caresses, while Aclysia moved with reigned in wildness.

While his cock disappeared in one mouth, then in another, his fingers continued to work Lulu’s cunt. The imperial tomboy was all shivers and moans. When her green lips were not agape from prolonged vocalizations of delight, she was biting down on the lower one. John kissed his way up and down her neck, careful not to leave any hickeys that were too obvious.

“Master, I-!” Lulu shouted, her entire being practically vibrating.

“Just let it go,” John calmly assured her.

After minutes of him working her carefully, Lulu’s eyes rolled up in a singular moment of intense climax. Her hips shook, her cunt pressed into his palm, and an explosion of pussy juice drenched his digits in wave after wave. Beyond screaming, Lulu giggled from the intensity of her squirting orgasm. She made a mess of herself, of the chair, and of the two maids that served right underneath her.

John let the heat of the moment claim him. The first spurt went down Beatrice’s throat, but she quickly glided up to catch the rest of it in her mouth. For a blissful few moments, his spasms matched Lulu’s, then his orgasm was over and she continued to be claimed by aftershocks. The twin maids shared his seed between them, swapping it back and forth.

“How was that for a taste?” the Gamer asked.

Lulu could only gasp and catch her breath.