The Gamer Chapter 1555 – Kisses and Cuddles (Patreon)

There was nothing to be done with the rest of the day. The tournament was put on hold. It wasn’t cancelled, membership of the Divided Gates remained beyond the bounds of moral action. There was a line where someone was terrible enough that they’d just get crushed by everyone else, but that was a tall order. Then there was the factor that Karia had driven a wedge between the Azure Tribe and the Purest Front. Sponsor and sponsee were not aligned in this action, so why should the Azure Tribe be punished for it?

Even if the disqualification had been on the table, John would have spoken against it. He wanted to do this right.

This way or that way, a pause had been declared. The two remaining days would be ample time to resolve what fights remained. There were three remaining fighters on the side of the Azure Tribe (Orkos, Karia, and Arkan) and four on Fusion’s (Rave, Nia, Eliana, and Metra). Things remained difficult to predict.

Once they had returned to their assigned estate, Hailey collapsed onto a chair. “That was more stressful than I’d thought,” she confessed.

“You doing fine?” the Gamer asked, while the rest of the harem streamed into the room.

“Just tired. I’m not as sturdy or used to this as y’all, but I ain’t weak either.” Hailey gave him a smile. “Just gimme a second and I’ll be right back to normal.”

“I do hope I did nothing unbecoming,” Aclysia said apologetically, for the third time.

“Nothing I ain’t capable of dealing with, ‘Clysia. Really, it’s fine,” Hailey assured, her expression sturdy enough that everyone believed her. “If ya wanna do somethin’ for me, I’m hankerin’ for… anythin’ r’ly.”

Aclysia bowed her head and swiftly moved towards the kitchen, a little hum in her throat. Providing was ever the point of comfort for the first maid. The rest of the harem took this as their cue to scatter. Most of them moved towards the changing room, getting out of the various combat or publicly decent garbs they had put on and opting instead for swimwear or, if they intended to go out, something that was casually comfortable.

Temperatures around the Eternal City continued to climb a degree per day and, with a starting temperature of 29 Celsius average, that put them at 31 today. Putting it quite simply: it was hot.

John was ultimately left in the living room with Hailey and Eliana. The pretty little psycho wore her usual get-up of robe and leather bra and thong, held together with metal rings. Although the primary reason for her get-up was that she loathed clothes, the minimal coverings did prove reasonable when she typically tore apart everything she wore when she grew out her exoskeleton. The same had been true earlier, she just carried spares in her own pocket dimension. Not exactly clothes that worked for the mundane world, but thankfully they got around by using a stretch limo with a Mobile Barrier generator.

Eliana had been silent the entire trip home. Now she attached herself to John’s side with a firm hug. “You’re the best,” she whispered and got on her toes. Teasingly, John stayed out of range of her lips. “Get down here you fucking cock. Stupid space elevator looking ass.”

Chuckling, he gave the short woman what she wanted. That turned out to be quite the difficult ordeal, though. What she wanted did not stop at a short kiss. Her warm, purplish lips remained pressed against his. She pulled at his collar, getting him ever deeper, until he gave her what she truly wanted and grabbed her by the pillow of her ass. She took a little leap, her legs wrapping around his waist, her weight resting through her squishy cheeks on his hands.

His tongue pushed deep into her mouth. To merely probe would have been to insult the way she coaxed him to dominate her with her every trembling breath. He carried her like this to the couch. When he dropped into the leather-clad cushions, Eliana held on, still making out with him when he got comfortable. Her nubile little body grinded up against him.

The Gamer felt Hailey sit down next to him before he really saw her. She entered his field of view, naked and chewing on a cream cheese spread. Large, tan-line adorned breasts brushed over the cloth of his left shoulder. The sounds of her munching were as amusing as they were adorable.

Once she had finished up her snack, she made herself one. Tugging at his shirt, she leaned in. Eliana surrendered his lips, even gently nudging John to turn his head to receive the enigma engineer’s attention. He tasted the herbal mix of the snack on her lips, while Eliana kissed her way up to his ear. “We’ll kill that fucking monster.”

John’s horniness took a mild dent. Images of vengeance and anger did not mesh with his desires. It only lasted for a moment, though, before the continuing motions of Hailey’s and Eliana’s lips overpowered any thoughts he had to spare for Mengele and his ilk.

What little she wore was soon removed from Eliana. John made his own clothes follow with a few button presses. Aclysia, at that point, sat down to his right. Slender fingers caressed his chest, gliding over from right to left. The kiss broke and he was about to turn his attention to Aclysia when he noted her contemplative gaze.

“You disapprove?” John asked, feeling her index finger trace the thin gap in the mild tan of his chest.

“I do not know,” Aclysia remarked. “I do not believe he had the right to punish you, Master, but you accepted it. Any blemish added to your body is a violation of sanctity. Simultaneously, there is value in the scars you want to keep. A ruler’s body is the tapestry of their history, as Metra likes to put it.”

“I can remove it whenever I want,” John assured her. The magic that made the scar was not potent enough to exist without his consent. Delicia, Undine, or his own Character Editor all could take care of it in a few minutes, if that. “I think Metra is at least a bit right, though. I’d like to remember that.”

Aclysia nodded, then leaned in to get her kiss. Hailey pressed more intensely against John, sharing a three-way kiss with the weaponized maid. If there was any remaining fear the enigma engineer felt towards the Artificial Spirit, it melted away in that moment. Their love conquered all and no animosity could exist between women that had grown so close.

In his lap, Eliana grabbed his throbbing cock. She hovered above the tip, cunt dripping, and descended only after he had given her a demanding squeeze. Impaling herself, Eliana shouted loudly, “Master’s perfect cock!” Her exclamation, first and all that followed, were drenched in submissive glee. “Mmmmmh, I’m getting stretched ouuuuuut!” For all the effort she put into gliding down, her cunt was simply too tight to ram him inside of her in one swift motion. “Oooohhhh y-yy-yesssss, Master is letting his hole get used!”

John chuckled at her formulations, then groaned when her twitching folds massaged the sensitive length of his shaft. He was surrounded by heat and even hotter bodies, only Aclysia’s regulated temperature offering any sort of relief. His nose was filled with overlapping scents of oil, cherry, and lavender, all united in the undertone of the sweetness of women in heat. Even his tongue was drenched in them. There was nothing to touch but soft breasts and taut skin over luscious curves. Soon, Eliana bottomed out against him, his cock just the right size to stretch her out without pushing against anything too deep in.

The universal hug broke with Hailey. The power bottom allowed herself the autonomy to decide what he would like to see and, as per usual, she was dead-on. Her tanned form wiggled away, then she moved to lick Eliana’s clit. Her dirty blonde head denied John the sight of Eliana’s labia stretching around him, but the moans and the distant sensation of Hailey’s tongue working the sensitive button more than reimbursed him.

“Oh… Oh yes…” Eliana whispered, moments before another scream left her. She circled her wide hips, making his cock rub up against her sensitive depths, while giving the country gal every opportunity to continue her sapphic work. “I’m so… blessed to be the cocksleeve of a Master with… so many slaaaaves.”

“That’s right,” Hailey purred between licks. “We’re both the purrdy man’s sex slave.”

“All three of us,” Aclysia agreed readily. Where Hailey tended to the lower lips, Aclysia claimed the upper ones. Framing Eliana’s face with her hands, the weaponized maid kissed her deeply.

John observed the scene. He breathed heavily, the pleasure mounting gradually. His hands kneaded the fat bottoms of Hailey and Aclysia, fingers soon sinking into sopping wet pussies. Three self-proclaimed sex slaves intermingled with all their love, but their eyes were turned to him – as best as they could with half-lidded eyes and tongues so busy with one another.

“Good girls,” John said the two most coveted words, and the submissives shuddered in unison. He felt the twitch around his fingers and the strangling grasp around his cock. Eliana could not hold on any longer, climaxing at the sound of that phrase. Under the grip of her folds, John’s own self-control shattered.

Aclysia and Hailey pulled back. The Gamer moved his hands back to Eliana’s waist. Without an inch of hesitation, he fucked her. The masochistic submissive wrapped her arms around his neck. She bounced, at the complete mercy of his thrusts. The first orgasm rolled over into many. The pleasure she felt only increased, evident by the ever louder screams.

The noise caused the majority of the harem to pour back into the room, one after another. They spread out, but all witnessed the absolute pounding that Eliana was subjected to. Her ass swayed and rippled. Loudly, her thighs took the impacts of his upward thrusts. She was all quiet at that point, her pitch exceeding what her vocal cords were capable of producing.

Without any announcement, John rammed up into her one more time. He pumped his first spurt deep into her. He drew back and thrust back into her, almost kissing her cervix, before a second load filled her. The obedient little cocksleeve squirted all over his groin. It started with the first drop of his cum and ended shortly after the last had been massaged out of his shaft.

An orgy followed that saw the harem relocate to the bed, an hour of switching between and satisfying all of his girls. Once he was done with that, they remained in the bed.

The sexual tension ebbed away, but not the wish for closeness. Their naked bodies entered an embrace of a different nature. Fingers glided over smooth skin for no other reason than to let whoever was in reach feel affection that words could not express.

John was not the centre of it all. Affection was concentrated around those that had suffered under the events of the day.

Eliana, like she had been since they had first run into Mengele, was showered with affection. Where usually she protested and melted into a stammering puddle from the affection, today she was too far down the euphoric scale to do anything but giggle and take it all. Every inch of her was kissed, tickled and caressed. Fingers combed through her messy hair.

Hailey pushed against the various concerned parties, until she was overwhelmed. Put on her stomach, she found her back massaged by many hands. Every bit of her was inspected for any damage she may have taken and that may not have been healed, despite such inspections having been done many times over.

Aclysia, similarly, protested being the receiver of attention. It was Nathalia who put her in her place: at the bottom of a pile of pampering kisses. The servant was made the served, not allowed to leave the bed, while her sweaty body was cleaned with warm towels and even warmer hands.

Lee, lastly, found herself in the embrace of her fellow haremettes. The young Fateweaver had done comparatively little, but still she had done her part and for that she was elected as the focus of cuddles and head pats.

With great difficulty, they moved to the baths. The focus and the cuddling continued there. There was barely anything erotic about the congregation of their naked bodies in the pleasantly lukewarm water. John was swept up in the tide of his harem, moving from one of the four to the next. He embraced them deeply, holding a woman in his arms while others were all over them. At other times, he was just another hand in a flood of gentle caresses.

He was too happy to partake in this paid attention, in the various scrubbing and combing and patting of their soft heads, to even realize how rare it was that he was this far removed from being the centre of attention. Even when the mood calmed to a sustainable level and the thought occurred, he did not mind. He wasn’t prideful enough to think he deserved to be the centre of their worlds at all times. He was happy to be as prominent as he was for all of them.

Eventually, they were all cuddled out. Lust did not take up the resulting vacuum. They just sat on the submerged bench around the edge of the pool and existed happily in each other’s presence. John had his arm around Lydia. His thumb brushed up and down her shoulder.

Sylph was the first to chat again, “Soooo, anyone want to tell me when we get the Rose back, because I kind of skimmed on that detail and I feel like that’s kind of important. Why is Lulu keeping it in the first place, isn’t that, like, super rude? Like super, super rude?”

“It’s a political bargaining chip for her and she might get favour with a few modernists within her realm by letting them have a look at it,” John explained and rolled his shoulders. “I’m not worried about them doing that. If Hailey has trouble figuring it out, then no one in the Mandate will either. As for when we get it back, we’ll arrange something in the next two days. She’ll give the honour of handing it back over to her prime minister.”

“Okay, I get that… and what do we do now?” Sylph looked around. “Just hang about and be fabulous? Because I’m super fine with that, for the record, I just want to know if we do anything else that’s fun today. I like the beach, I love the beach, I am the beach, I will be the queen bee-ach, but-“

“More like the queen bitch,” Salamander interrupted.

“Shut it, Sally! But, but, but, am just wondering where we go from here, yeah?”

“Nowhere interesting, I have to tell you,” John reported truthfully and looked up to the flawless blue sky. “We have some extra time for dates today, but beyond that, there’s only the tournament.”

That was enough to keep them busy anyhow.