The Gamer Chapter 1570 – Concentrate [Layla POV] (Patreon)

“The Lady advises that life should be taken one step at a time, focused at a goal in the distance,” Lorelei spoke her unwarranted wisdoms. “The flower that looks so tiny in the distance is reached only after myriad steps are taken. Individually, the motions may feel like a futile participation in a project too large to be accomplished, but by the end of the walk, you will find yourself closer nonetheless.”

“Uh-huh.” Layla could barely even pretend to care about what the seer was saying. Legs crossed and hands folded, the rightfully obsessed admirer of John Newman concentrated on inner peace. ‘I mean, I get it, one bit of tolerance at a time, but why shouldn’t I get to just sprint all the way to my man immediately? I’m his haremette-to-be! I’ll be the mother of his children! Maybe his wife if we feel like doing something so unnecessary as having non-haremettes sanctify our relationship.’

Lorelei sighed because of something. Her mind was clouded, or another idiom like that. The seer pulled out her smartphone and, after a little bit of tapping, turned her screen towards Layla.

The phone was immediately pulled backwards, out of reach of the hands that rightfully reached for it. Layla’s body had rightfully moved before her mind had even registered fully the picture of John’s abs that was before her. Once it did, the wards she had put around her mind fell.

She imagined getting her face grinded against his perfect midriff, kissing each and every one of his abs, before getting pushed down. The scent of his cock, an erotic blend of the smells of all the other women that he had marked with his supremacy, would fill her nostrils and….

Layla found herself lost in fantasy. Her fingers twitched, moving towards her cunt. Instinct, like always, and fully unnecessary. The full might of his distant presence pulsed through the Guild Hall like repeated thrusts into the depth of her cunt. All her little hole knew were toys meant to prepare herself for him. All sapphic experiences that had preceded where she was now were pale shadows compared to the pleasure of the moment.

A deep moan rumbled up her throat. Fingers dug into the dirt. Another gush of pussy juice ran down her thighs. She didn’t bother with clothes, why would she? The only reason to wear anything was to shield his property from the desires of lesser men. If he would have enjoyed having her flaunt what they could not have, clothes would be a thing of the past! Forever! Pants would be banned! Burned in a giant pyre to his glory, alongside all his enemies and the naysayers that dared to-

The thought was interrupted by another intense wave of pleasure, crashing over her. Eyes rolled up, tongue lolled out, she laughed. Manic, the unknowing called it; proper, those that were, like her, in the know regarding the perfection of her future Master.

“Layla!” Lorelei’s forceful tone finally snapped the good stalker out of her multi-orgasmic haze.

‘Don’t resist it! Resisting any part of John is improper!’ screeched one voice inside her. ‘If I don’t resist, I won’t ever get close to him!’ answered the most reasonable part of her. With all of her focus, she erected a barrier between her mind and the prismatic glory of his presence all around. Two more, lighter orgasms trembled through her before her breathing began to calm.

Layla pushed herself out of the doggy style position she had instinctively assumed and sat back down. Thick thighs and decently sized breasts jiggled as she put her plush butt onto the grass. She crossed her legs, not even paying any attention to the stickiness clinging to the inside of her legs. It had been there since she had left the flower this morning.

The return of John and his harem had hit her full force and left her feverishly masturbating for ten minutes. A mark of tremendous progress from previous incidents like that. She had stopped without outside intervention or survival instincts telling her that she needed to drink water before she orgasmed herself half to death.

“You are making gradual progress,” Lorelei praised her.

“Yes! I know! Soon, I will meet our man and he will take me as his forever!”

Lorelei showed unwelcome hesitance to her righteous claim and then did something worse: she questioned it, “I once more remind you to rein in your expectations. It is paramount that you are not just capable of standing straight when you meet him, but that you are of sound mind when you do.”

“You think I’m not of sound mind?” Layla asked, her voice darkened by the idea. “I’m obsessed with him. That’s by far the most reasonable stance any woman has ever had.”

“I maintain that your Innate Ability has fried your perception of what is and is not sound.”

“And?” Layla was as dismissive as the last time they had had this conversation. Her attention shifted to something more interesting. Very carefully, she masked the shape of her aura, to hide the fact that she was raising her hand. Slowly, her fingers crept towards the phone Lorelei still held.

The seer pulled it away at the last second, leaving Layla to hiss. She would have thrown herself at Lorelei had the ensuing fight not meant that she could hurt two of John’s girls. That and she had no chance of victory at all. Lorelei’s might blazed under her skin like a gold-white inferno. The core of her power was below the navel, where his mark was burned in her, all glorious and iridescent. Thin lines spread from it to the rest of the seer’s being, supplementing where her mana circuits would usually have reached their limits.

Letting out a dreamy sigh, Layla caressed the dreadfully empty spot above her own womb.

“And it is my deeply held belief that you need to be functional as a person,” Lorelei answered.

“Psh, no, I don’t. I need to be functional as his woman. That’s it.” Layla crawled around the seer, trying her best to fool the woman’s second sight. Just because there was no chance to succeed did not mean she would not try. There were John nudes on the line!

“Those two are the same,” Lorelei chastised. “You believe John appreciates the mentally unstable and you would be correct that it is one of his many weak spots.”

“I know! He’ll appreciate all the fun facts about me! The things I would do for him, the things I love about him – everything, and… well, not that there is anything beyond that that matters.”

“There is plenty beyond that,” Lorelei continued in the tone of a preacher giving a sermon. “John does not want a cocksleeve crazy for him.”

Layla considered that for a few moments. Her background check on him had been extensive. Very extensive. She had investigated not only him but also all of his haremettes. The only thing she had not done was stalk his parents, because that would mean she would have to leave the Guild Hall. “No, I’m pretty sure he wants that,” she disagreed. “Which is what I’ll be! I’ll be everything he could ever want out of a crazy cocksleeve and more!”

Lorelei let out another sigh. “What I mean, Layla, is that he wants more than that.”

“I am more than that.”

“You are not projecting it. As you are right now, you will bore John.”

That statement finally put an end to Layla’s phone chase. The brunette stopped in front of the seer and stared at her with wide eyes. “Explain. Now.”

“You are concentrating too much on being alluring and too little on being attractive. Your mind is circling around the pleasure his existence drenches you with, making you wish to return it in kind. John may be a lustful man if there ever was one, but he can have all the sex he could ever want already. There are enough of us that he can have one during each hour of the day.” Lorelei put the phone away. “John loves women that are independently capable. That does not mean that you have to be independent, but that you must have the capacity to be. Right now, you project absolute dependence and sexual availability and nothing else. What will you provide to us beyond being naked and potentially pregnant?”

“Potentially?!” Layla growled, then reined her violent response in. Again, because she did not want any harm to come to two of his girls. Also, because there was something there she needed to contend with.

The seer had a point – of course she did, John did not have any women that had nothing interesting to say. What did Layla provide besides her undying love for the most deserving of men? Was she better looking than the rest of his harem? No, she was right up there with them, with her flowing brown hair and wide hips and all of that, but she couldn’t claim to be more attractive.

Of course he would realize that she was all kinds of fun beyond that and that he HAD to keep her around, because he was the best and so he would realize that she was meant for him and he for her and then they would do all manners of fun things.

‘But what if he doesn’t though?’ the doubt once more snuck into her mind. The doubt that always snuck in, that Claire had smothered and Lorelei now reignited. THAT doubt. She hated it. She hated it. She hated it so much and she wanted to stab it in its face. Too bad that also would have meant she would have harmed one of his haremettes. “What do you suggest?”

“You concentrate,” Lorelei answered. “You do remember the life you had before his aura touched you, correct?”

Layla thought back to it. It all was so dull and… grey. Years of growing up an orphan. Getting picked up by talent scouts. Enrolling in Firesmith Academy. The dissolution of the academy by the Order. Friendships and relationships that formed and broke apart in that time. Those she left behind and that she was certain didn’t miss her dearly, just as little as she thought about them. None of them were memories really worth spending time on that she could invest into imagining John’s face, John’s voice, John sandwiching her between himself and one of his clones, John forcing her to lap his cum out of Claire’s cunt, being gravid in John’s bedroom, John bringing her breakfast, John smiling at her, John, John, John, John, Jo-.

“Layla!”

Hissing angrily, Layla returned from the pleasant landscape of her imagination and returned to this world of doubts. At least John was present in every blade of grass here. “Yes, I do remember, why?”

“What can you do beyond satisfying his physical urges? What will you do when he isn’t around?”

“I’m a decent enchanter,” Layla said, in a tone she had almost forgotten her voice could sound like. Casual, with no immediate focus on how to get to John. It felt foreign and useless, like the kind of thing she should afford once she had him.

“An enchanter? Interesting. Not necessarily what we need more of, but the additional help would not be unwelcome.” Lorelei let out another sigh.

“You know, I’m noticing that you are speaking a lot more plainly with me than you talk with everyone else,” Layla pointed out, if only to stop the seer from continuously picking her brains.

“If I may, I believe that you are not in need of gentle suggestions but firm guidance, and as priestess of the Lady, I will do my best to provide such,” Lorelei answered in a way that sounded studied. “I will not be distracted from the topic at hand, however, and neither should you. Your future with John is at stake.”

Dread settled in properly this time and the pretty little stalker nodded. “So, what do we do?”

“Your journey must encompass more than self-control. You should be studied, capable, and confident when you meet him. I believe there is a true lady within you. Let us attempt to bring her to the forefront.”

Layla was beyond sceptical. “You’re just saying that because you want me to be ‘stable’.”

“I do indeed have an ulterior motive of reining in your excesses. Make no mistake, you can be crazed about and around John. You will have to have noticed that all in his harem that are of the obsessive sort are capable of acting calm when appropriate.” Lorelei folded her hands in her lap. “You do not have to achieve balance, but you do have to know how to be more.”

For a few seconds, Layla considered the idea. ‘Making myself less crazy about John sounds wrong. It IS wrong. I can put on a pretty face for him, though, and… I mean, I wouldn’t want John to just be a dick that fills me. I want his dick to fill me all the time, but he is more than that, so I should be more than a cocksleeve, so yeah, all of this makes sense. Yeah! I should be more! I should be more for John!’ “How do we start?”

“Concentrate on my voice,” Lorelei told her and the stalker did – right up until the seer raised up her phone again. Immediately, Layla lunged for it. It was an impulse more than any conscious action. That there was no picture on display this time hardly mattered. She knew there were pictures there and just the memory had her suddenly spasm in the verdant grass again.

Layla wound and pressed her fingers into her twitching quim. Two of them, dancing in and out, pressing sensitive spots she so desperately wanted him to touch.

“Listen to me.” Gentle, Lorelei’s voice simmered through the haze. It was distant, not chiding, not demanding she stop feeling this pleasure. Lorelei understood. She did not feel as intensely, but she understood the radiance of the Gamer’s existence. “This pleasure you feel, your love for him, they are understandable, but you must be capable of functioning on your own. John loves those the most that give themselves to him. You cannot give yourself to him if you believe you are his to start with. You’re your own woman.”

‘I’m my own woman?’ Layla thought. ‘Yes! My own woman to give myself to him!’ After just nine orgasms, she managed to grip enough of her sanity to begin peeling out of her orgasmic haze.

“I want you to hold a conversation with me,” Lorelei explained her plan. “I will continuously show or flash you pictures of John as we continue. Your goal is to remain coherent despite whatever surges of pleasure you may feel. Optimally, you will sit still as we do so as well. This will be the next step of our training.”

“And once I manage to do that?” Lorelei asked.

“Once you manage that, I foresee that you may be capable of a short meeting with John.”

“YOU COULD HAVE LED WITH THAT! I WOULD HAVE SAID YES TO ANYTHING!”

Lorelei sighed. “That was my concern.”

‘Stupid, beautiful, proper haremette, thinks she has to fix me,’ Layla cursed in her mind and got back into her sitting position. ‘I mean, she’s so caring and things, so that’s nice. John has such a good eye for girls. He knows who is best for each other, so he’ll know that I am the best for everyone too.’

Even if she did not need fixing, Layla appreciated the worry.