The Gamer Chapter 1637 – The Stacked City (Patreon)

John stood at the foot of Abyssal Prague.

It was a fascinating sight, one he had not gotten to enjoy in all of its splendour last time. Back then, the city had been freshly ravaged by sleeper cells of the Blood of the Proletariat. Today, the city stood proud, any signs of damage long since repaired.

Where Rome was a city of concentric circles, Prague was one of rising spires. The entirety of the city had been built on a singular mountain, either erected by Romulus from scratch or added to the previously present landscape. House for house, street for street, the superstructure of a city rose up. Once hard district limits demarcated by walls had been softened up over the ages, as additional structures were placed atop the underlying Roman architecture. They were still there, visible to the keen eye, between the various Renaissance and modern spires. Most obvious of them all was the flat plateau that sat at the point of the city, covered in greenery, with a massive, cathedral-esque palace slightly off the centre.

Here and there, similar platforms jutted out of the superstructure. Public parks and whole estates sprouted from the kilometre-wide cityscape. A river meandered its way down from an opening just below the uppermost plateau, cutting through green areas and between streets, adding a multi-layered canal system to a quarter of the entire thing. Elsewhere, the buildings were so dense John felt like he was staring at a termite hill.

That was only the surface of Prague. If they had built up, they most certainly also had built down. What had they done with the inside of the mountain? What manner of intricate tunnel systems must there have been, created over the course of two millennia?

Questions that John aimed to get answers to later in the day. They had set out at midnight from New York and had landed at Prague at around 2 PM. Plenty of time left to do some additional exploring for the bachelor’s night.

For now, they caught a ride up to the highest level.

A structure reminding John of an escalator enabled by earth magic was constantly moving massive plates of rock up the slope of the city. One could jump off at any moment and many others that used the service did. Only the party and the servant guiding them did take the ride all the way to the top. The platform gradually slipped into a gap in the wall, from where it would doubtlessly slide back down to the bottom.

John and harem walked up to the tremendous gate that prevented entry on other days. For the time being, it was open, a pair of guards giving John and party the once-over before letting them step in. Too many guests were going to arrive in the coming hours to have the gates open and close repeatedly.

“Everything does change,” Ehtra muttered, taking a moment to look over the enormous city.

“Yet the core remains the same,” Metra answered.

“…So it appears.” The grey angel tore herself away from the sight and joined back up with everyone else.

The quarters they were assigned were… adequate. They were luxurious, no doubt. A large living room bordered a large bedroom and a large bathroom, a door letting them step out into a small garden that was separated from the rest of the green area by a tall hedge and a wrought iron door.

It was all luxurious. It also wasn’t big enough for their desires. The singular jacuzzi could only hold eight people, there were only two showers and one bathtub, and the bed, while big, was not nearly the gargantuan size John required to comfortably share it with his entire harem.

He had been warned about this. The fact of the matter was that, while remodelling could have been done for the facilities to expand to cater to the harem’s needs, there were larger priorities the groom and the bride had to tend to. Therefore, he and Maximillian had agreed to just sort it out with the teleporter. John would sleep over at his own place.

The contract for the land lease was on a table in the quarters. It was a lengthy document, signed by Romulus, Lydia, and Maximillian – the necessary arrangements for the king of Austria to give any of his land away even on a temporary basis.

The teleporter had barely been placed in the green area when Eliana jumped through. “Fuck me!” she shouted, throwing herself at John with enough force to make him fall on his back. The pretty little psycho pushed her nose in the nook of his shoulder and inhaled with a deep shudder. “Imeahnthathlitherally.”

“Can you repeat that without drooling into my suit?”

“I mean that fucking literally, ass blaster!” Eliana answered. “Cum inside me, right now! Do it, pussy! No fucking balls!”

”How could I cum inside you when I have no balls?”

“You are currently not doing that so therefore I fucking win! Make me a cock mitten already!”

That was a talk and a half, but John did not see this ending any other way than him balls deep inside her – because he did not care to conceive another outcome. Picking her up, he carried her back inside. Everyone knew what he was about, but he knew for a fact that there would be children in attendance so he would keep his lewd activities to the proper places.

Inside, John threw Eliana on the couch and pinned her down by the throat. The bottom piece of her outfit was easily slipped aside, his outfit even easier to remove. She was so wet he had to wonder if she had been teasing herself the entire time. There was a more likely perpetrator though.

“Appreciating the toy?” Nathalia asked, just as John slammed into the ready masochist. Eliana’s scream was kept silent by the hand on her neck.

“Always,” John grunted, sliding in and out of Eliana with growing ease. The lubrication from her cunt spread over his manhood within a few thrusts. The Gamer turned his head halfway and spotted a panting angel nearby. “Ehtra.”

“Yes, Master?” the First of Hatred asked, her tone entirely subservient.

“Work her clit for me – with your tongue.”

“As you desire, Master.” Wings disappeared, as the tall woman climbed onto the couch next to where John was giving the cocksleeve everything she wanted. Weaving in between the two of them, Ehtra soon had her tongue circle around Eliana’s clit.

Nia stepped into arm’s reach, naked save for the eyepatch. Slinging his arm around her waist, he pulled her close, and worshipped the flat midriff of the lithe woman with kisses and licks. The pale, blonde woman was just too gorgeous not to drag his tongue over every centimetre of her, even if she tasted like nothing.

Worshipping one woman, using another as a comfort hole, and having a third add to the gushes of that sex toy’s self-lubrication feature, John basked in the joy of his life. He just kept going in that position, hammering Eliana’s sensitive spots, until the repeated, orgasmic clenching of her already tight folds made his cock twitch inside her. Seed gushed into the depths of the cumdump, making her amethyst eyes roll up and her pussy juices squirt all over his dick, the couch, and Ehtra’s face.

John rearranged the display, soon using Eliana’s throat as his sheath instead, while Ehtra went through the passionate task of licking his cum out of another woman. They had yet to find the ceiling of her submissiveness and had already explored her masochism to the maximum of  John’s own comfort. What was holding them back from experimentation, besides time, was Ehtra’s lack of tolerance to what his dick did to her.

A wonderful problem to have.

“You should look around the city,” Nia told him.

John groaned, mostly because she was right. The rest of his haremettes, for all their interest in what he was doing to the thick-thighed short woman, were keeping their clothes on. This wasn’t the time to spend on an orgy.

Redoubling the speed at which he used Eliana, he raced towards a second orgasm. Flushed and twitching, the blood mage lay on the couch for a few seconds. Where, normally, she would have needed at least a half minute to even get to look straight again, today she blinked a few times and then sat up.

Regeneration could be used in many ways and some were less fun than others.

“I hate ruining my own fucking orgasms,” she complained.

“You can stomach the one cut short one,” John told her. He looked for Rave among the crowd of his haremettes and found her sitting in an armchair, Delicia sitting on her lap, resting her head on the shortstack’s huge tits. “As agreed, you stick to the east side?”

“Yup,” Rave confirmed. “Ya gonna go all alone?”

“Maybe, haven’t decided yet,” John answered. “I’ll take a quick shower.”

“I probably should too?” Eliana asked. “Should we go together to save fucking – WATER!” Eliana shouted when a cascade of warm slime descended on her, then swiftly retreated, leaving the signs of pounding and face fucking removed. “Fuck you, you gelatinous cunt!”

“We will be here all day if you enter the shower,” Undine reprimanded. All the pretty little psycho had in response was a series of grumbles.

“And I just don’t get one orgasm?” Ehtra mumbled, snapping out of her submissive state. For someone so used to complaining, she was pretty quiet about that misgiving.

Sylph clapped her hands three times. “Alright, ladies, let’s get up and let’s get going! To the east side we go! In total secrecy, we go! Oh, we probably will find Magnus’ apartment first though because maybe we should grab Nina, Nina should be grabbed too, because Nina was invited too! Also, we must investigate where to get a compass.”

“Why the fuck would we need a compass?” Salamander probed.

The answer, John would never learn, as they were out one door and he another. Alone in the shower, he tried not to think too much of how much more he would have done to the two hyper-submissive women. He failed. The downside of an erudite mind was just how many thoughts could cross his mind during a quick rinse.

John stepped back out into the empty apartment. The oddity of complete silence distracted him from his half-mast. Not even a stray breath from a napping woman, just silence. At least a bird could be heard somewhere in the distance.

Before the Gamer could decide whether he wanted to head out immediately or do some pre-scouting via the internet, two knocks on the door grabbed his attention. “Coming,” he said instinctively, then shook his head. Maximillian would not have stuck him in a room with the kind of sound insulation too weak to overcome that.

He opened the door to find a most unwelcome sight. A pale man, with dark rings under his red eyes stood in the hallway, a hand raised in a long yawn. Even though John now stood there, the man just continued yawning. He even seemed to stretch it out deliberately, stretching as he went. Sharp canines sat in his mouth, their colour, like the rest of his teeth, a yellow tinge away from pearly white. Unkempt, greying black hair fell in shaggy strands to his chin.

“Lord of Pontis,” John greeted in an openly disdainful tone.

Suel’s yawn ended with an audible clack. “Gamer,” he said and put his head through the gap between John and the doorframe. He pulled back just before a warning shove was given. “No need for hostility! Just wondering who else might be listening.”

John suppressed the impulse to look for one of Claire’s spiders. There doubtlessly were some in the dark corners of the room and surrounding hallway. They had been in this place for over five minutes, so she would have had it infested with her eight-eyed spies.

“I see you have brought a new Metracana with you,” Suel stated.

“How would you know what she is?”

“Way too chummy with Metra not to be. Oh, also those wings and that Astrotium sword.” Suel raised an eyebrow. “…Am I correct or not?”

The Gamer just stared at the ever-smiling man. Was he the Horned Rat or not? Was he someone else entirely? Was he actually just himself? The questions drove his paranoid mind up the wall. That was in addition to his plain dislike of the man. “I will neither confirm nor deny.”

“Ah, where I come from that means yes.”

“Take it as you wish.” John shrugged, refusing to let the frustration get to him. That was the quickest way to commit a mistake. Not that there was any other reason to keep Ehtra’s nature secret beyond being petty. It was no secret and would be confirmed one way or another anyhow. “What do you want?”

“An opportunity, if you were so inclined,” Suel stated. “To have a guide show you around the heart of this proud city.” The Lord of Pontis smirked ear to ear. “This may surprise you, but I know some of the seedier corners of this proud structure.”

“I don’t need to know the seedy corners,” John stated.

“Oh, please,” Suel laughed, “that’s the most blatant lie you have ever told.” With that the Lord of Pontis turned left and began to slowly walk down the corridor. “If you want to walk down the main roads like the dull man you’re afraid to be, by all means, just keep standing there!”

John kept standing there.

His heel began to tap the floor.

He thought back to the traveller’s guide on his phone and the route he had planned out for the day after tomorrow. All of the hours he had spent cross-checking reviews, calling local bar owners, trying his best to get as close to firsthand experience as he could, all in preparation for today.

Then he considered that all the things he wouldn’t learn online were in the head of the man currently walking away.

‘I hate this guy,’ the Gamer thought and followed.