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The Gamer Chapter 1517 – Aftermath
🕑 Added 2023-09-12 20:07:54 +0000 UTCWhere food and plates had been stacked and presented not an hour earlier, now there were only the cum covered curves of cockdrunk haremettes. Sitting in chairs, groggily masturbating, or just twitching from the intensity of aftershocks, most of the beautiful babes were completely out of it.
Only Rave and Lulu were still moving. One because of her inexplicable ability to keep up with John’s boundless lust and the other because she had been restricted to usage of her throat. Whether anal was actually on the table, they hadn’t even discussed yet. The motions had just swept them along. Lulu had been at the receiving or giving end of attention the entire time, be that in the form of her lips stretching around his cock or sapphic delights being showered on her previously untouched, slender curves.
For all that attention, for the sensitivity of her throat, Lulu still had climaxed a whole lot less than the others. There was just more John could do, between his three bodies, while he had full access to all of a woman. Then there were the two factors of familiarity and a delightful harem custom. Obviously making someone new orgasm just took a while. Even for superhuman deviants like them, getting used to what someone else reacted to intensely took a period of exploration.
As for the custom, it was something that Rave had started and that had since spread through the group. A prospective member of the harem, especially a virgin, had to have all of her firsts with John. Thus, despite all of the touching she had been subjected to, the haremettes had actually withheld themselves from fingering or otherwise stimulating the empress’ pussy. Not even kisses were exchanged. Lulu had been teased and her breasts had gotten some attention, but no direct working of her sex had been had. All her orgasms had been limited to getting her throat fucked.
Lulu was far from minding. Even now, she was happily working his manhood. Shoulder to shoulder with the first of the harem, the imperial tomboy cleaned the taste of Gnome off his manhood. The voyeuristic elemental had been, as was tradition, kept until last so she could get the maximum kicks out of her kink.
The two girls worked in wonderful union, avoiding the cross-cock kisses that John usually was so fond of watching. They continued until he came all over their faces one more time. Then, they finally called it.
“That was incredible!” Lulu announced, scooping some of the cum off her face. She licked it off like it was sugar glazing. Considering his Perks, it must have tasted many times better. A shudder went through her. “I feel so awake! I usually don’t feel tired, but this is… more.”
“That’s also ‘cause of his cum,” Rave said casually, while checking on a few of the girls.
Their drained states would not last for long. Courtesy of Delicia’s recent invention, making his cum prevent dehydration and other such unpleasant drawbacks of their floor-breakingly intense lovemaking, exhaustion was mostly a matter of the mind. The mind and overstimulated nervous systems. Considering the hardships most of his haremettes had gone through, be it in their own lives or since hitching their wagon to his, the mind on its own could recover quite fast. Their nerves firing uncontrollable impulses of aftershocks so intense that it felt like entirely new orgasms flaring up for a few seconds at a time, that was a different manner.
Doubtlessly they could have gained control over that too, but who did not enjoy dwelling in a state of raw sexual bliss for some time? John did not do it as frequently, he enjoyed being in control too much. Still, he knew the sensation of having cum his soul out and just letting the pleasure bounce through his system for as long as it would linger.
“Watching those porn vids really did not prepare me for the genuine event,” Lulu said.
“Huh, another one lured in by those,” John thought out loud. “I get a lot of mileage out of the advertisement.” He put his eyes on Lulu. “You know, I don’t intend to make another one with women outside the harem…”
“Jaded.”
John raised an eyebrow and the imperial tomboy grinned back at him. “You shouldn’t misuse your safe word,” he chided her in an earnest tone.
“Making a cheap joke is misusing it?” Lulu asked.
“Yes… I’ll have to teach you about BDSM etiquette in deep detail,” John said that part suavely, to take the seriousness out of the air. “For now, how about a bath?”
The answer to that was a universal yes. They left the very stained room behind for the time being. The maids would clean it up later, such was their duty. For now, they had to clean themselves up.
Lulu was about to pass him by when John gave her a swat to the rear. It was a spontaneous impulse, created by her perfect ass wiggling its way past him. He hit her at the perfect time, when the cheek he went for was at its most relaxed. The resulting jiggle of her bubble butt was nothing short of sublime.
“Ah!” The imperial tomboy let out a surprised, not even mildly displeased cry. She turned to John, in all her sweat, cum-covered glory. Her royal face was utterly stained with the effects of constantly deepthroating his cock and licking the cunts of the haremettes. Fire burned in her green eyes. Her white teeth pinned down her bottom lip.
“Seems like you enjoy that particular pain,” John hummed.
“Uh-hm.” A cute sound of confirmation, a nod, a wiggle of her rear, and a second swat, all in quick succession. He couldn’t tap one cheek and then leave the other untouched. That was just bad manners.
The second spank was a little harder and echoed notably louder. She went rigid top to bottom, but only for a moment. There was no secret masochism to discover here, she would have reacted with more fervour if there was. Spanking, really, was an unusual exception. Even Siena enjoyed that treatment.
It might have been because the body was expecting impacts in that area anyhow and John had read that part of the reason why it was enjoyable was due to the aftermath of the impact increasing blood flow in the area, indirectly increasing sensitivity. How true that was, he had no idea. When it came to sex, a lot of people claimed to have certain answers when they only had vague hints.
A little while, and some thorough fondling of Lulu’s butt, later, they had managed to make it to the bath. Usually, John let his haremettes soak a little while on their own before they went in, but this body of water was so large, and the cycling so constant, that he did not fear getting a repulsive amount of his own spunk over himself.
Energy levels rose pretty sharply, once the warm water relaxed the remaining post-coital soreness. “Really can’t go two weeks without sticking your dick into a new hole, huh?” Delicia mocked him, while going about her usual duty of cleaning him up. “You have a problem.”
“It’s only a problem if I run out of new holes… wow, that did not come out right,” John acknowledged, not that it stopped Delicia from laughing at him. Objectifying women was all fun and games in the moment (as long as everyone involved liked that), but in everyday life he did not want to come across as someone that actually thought women were just holes.
Luckily, he was among people that understood what he was saying without him needing to clarify every single sentence.
“You’re such a man-slut.” Delicia’s giggling insult had no bite, not while her juicy tits were gliding up and down his back, slathering him with the blend of his cologne and soap that she created inside her own body.
“And you’re the perfect bath maid,” John groaned in delight, leaning against the cushion of her breasts. “You create my best soap, you apply it in the best way, and you keep riling me up in ways that really make me want to push you down.”
“I know, right? Aren’t I just amazing?” The alchemist poured and ran her hands through his hair. That was the only part of his body where her gliding chest did not have the intended effect. “Come on, say it. Admit it.” Delicia poked his cheek from behind, pushing some of the flexible skin in the area up into John’s field of vision.
The riling up was starting to work. “You’re not attractive when you’re being that demanding,” he chastised her.
“Psh, yeah, right,” Delicia mocked him. “Me, not attractive. Even if I grant you that being a self-aggrandizing brat is not part of my charms, let me present you with two of the many reasons why I can get away with whatever I want with you.” The shortstack circled around and proceeded to push her enormous tits right up in his face.
The soap, in addition to all its other miracles, was eye-friendly, and so John could enjoy getting his features slathered by bouncing, fat tits without worry. Delicia laughed triumphantly, any and all of his retorts silenced by just taking the reverse motorboating. Then, it suddenly ended with Delicia dumping a bucket of hot water over his head.
“One of these days you will learn to do that gently!” John stated.
“And rob myself of the stupid face you make when you, somehow, get surprised by it again?” Delicia asked, giggling the entire time. “Totally will learn that and then totally not immediately unlearn it… Bwahahaha, your stare… hilarious!”
“Why do I love you?”
“Ahaha – You love me.” Delicia slapped his shoulder repeatedly. “I mean, of course you do,” she declared with a smug grin. It stayed for a little moment, then decreased to a simple light smile. “I do love you too, though,” she said with deliberate softness and leaned in. John was appeased by the prolonged kiss she offered him. She even put herself in the submissive position over the course of it. Their lips opened and closed, allowing and baring their tongues to wrestle.
When Delicia went back to cleaning him, she did so with a hum in her throat and gentleness in her hands. “You’re getting scarily good at walking that tightrope between being utterly lovable and way too smug-bratty,” John confessed.
“It’s not that I’m good at either, it’s just that I’m both.” Delicia rubbed up and down his left arm, loosening every little tenseness she found in there. Gamer’s Body relieved him from physical ailments that affected him from the outside, but stress could still get to him. “Although you are a good influence on me, Master.”
John was now very confused whether he wanted to pin her down or cuddle her. In either case, his cock was right back to full hardness. Before he could decide what to do, Eliana had made her way over and, after shooting him a pleading glance, got pulled down into his lap. Facing him, his legs straddled, Eliana sunk down and only slowed when he started to push back into her. It had barely been ten minutes since he was last inside her and already her pussy had narrowed back down to the usual levels. The many perks of hyper-regeneration.
While she impaled herself on his manhood, John’s eyes drifted over the manifold engagements all around. The harem had broken up into a few individual cliques, the typical ones for the most part. Lydia was with Rave, Gnome, and Scarlett, forming up the effective leadership group of the harem. That Scarlett had ended in that position, when she initially had been so isolated among the women he loved, was remarkable. Lorelei, Hailey, and Lee sat a little bit away, discussing the Lady, crafting, and a whole lot of other things.
Undine and Siena talked with each other, as members of the chaos brigade were known to do, in tones rapidly shifting between aggression and adoration. They were an odd bunch, even with Eliana not around. Left of them were Nia, Salamander and Sylph. Somehow, the pariah had wormed herself in the straight man routine of the fire and air spirit. Nia was a somewhat odd case in the harem, though, effectively that one friend that kind of fit into all groups but did not truly belong into any – just dialled up to fit into their particularly tight-knit social dynamic.
Nightingale and Momo were discussing matters of philosophy and Nathalia joined them in this with comments that were either insightful due to the wisdom she had hidden under her lecherous personality or due to the simplicity with which she treated many things. Ideas that got too grand could use the reality check of a violent personality weighing in on them.
Aclysia, Beatrice and Claire were all over Lulu. The triumvirate of maids was grooming the young empress from all sides, tending to her nails, rubbing her porcelain skin, brushing her hair, and generally doing everything that could be done to butter up the royal for the harem life. They did not even try to hide what they were doing, consistently espousing the various benefits of this lifestyle and just how good it felt to be in a room where everyone wanted one another all the time.
“Just look at them doing all the hard work for you,” Delicia said.
“Aclysia is always doing all the fucking work for him,” Eliana chimed in.
“First off, she’s doing all the chores for all of us,” John corrected the submissive in his lap. “Second, when did you start to backtalk me, hm?” The chin of the pretty little psycho was basically made for grabbing and so he did exactly that. “Were you not satisfied?”
Eliana gave his thumb a sudden chomp. It was overacted and she stopped the force before the bite connected. All in all, it was just playful. She blushed a deep crimson, but committed to the bit, she held the tip of his digit between her teeth. John could feel her embarrassment all the way down in the way her walls twitched around his manhood.
And Delicia laughed. “Man, your mood swings are mental.”
That got the pretty little psycho to release his thumb. “Oh yeah? Well, you are… fucking… argh, fuck, I swear I fucking had something for you, you fat-titted metal beverage container. Fuck you and your lactating tits, you lotion spender. You’re just a rude bitch that remembered how to be cute. Fucking peasant.”
“Ohhh, I am scathed, my heart is broken, whatever will I do,” Delicia declared theatrically. “Have you considered that you’re just a short joke though?”
“You’re fucking smaller than me?!”
“I am shortstack small, you are just small.”
“...but… but…” Eliana stammered, then turned her eyes to John. “Am I just small?”
“You’re my Eliana,” John told her, putting every ounce of authority he had into those words. “Nothing else matters.” Thrusting up into her had the pretty little psycho swiftly think about other things.
John kept his arms wrapped around her, cuddling her tightly, until he rammed up into her with one final thrust. The fresh load pumped into her made the masochistic submissive scream. The conversations in the room barely even paused because of it. Afterwards, he ran his fingers through her hair.
“Fuck you,” Eliana cussed at Delicia. It was the friendliest way to curse at someone. The alchemist retorted by pressing her lips on the ones of the blood mage.
“You really are a lively bunch,” Lulu said, suddenly plopping down next to John. She had peeled out of the maid triumvirate, looking all around cleaner and more energetic than she had before entering the building. That was quite impressive, considering that she had the physiology of a superhuman and the best retainers money could buy. Then again, his maids were better than anything money could buy. “I love it.”
“I hope you aren’t taking the propaganda entirely at face value,” John warned her, still prioritizing cuddling Eliana over anything else. Just because Lulu was new and interesting did not mean his Eliana batteries were suddenly immune to depleting. They needed a recharge at least once per day and the only way to recharge them was to squeeze her adorably small frame. That her cunt was squeezing his cock at the same time, and that she was making out with the equally sexy shortstack alchemist all the while, only increased the recharge speed.
“They do sell a slightly overblown picture, I assume.” Lulu grabbed his arm. Literally, she grabbed it with both hands and just squeezed, seeming interested in the make of his limb. “Nothing I have seen so far indicates that they were lying to me, though.”
“We do have surprisingly few difficulties,” John was proud to admit.
“Surprisingly few difficulties my fucking ass. It’s like driving in fucking dreamworld. It should be illegal to be this fucking happy.” Eliana suddenly began laughing, a wild, manic cackle of unbound joy, underlined by her resuming her earlier ride with redoubled intensity.
Lulu plunged her fingers in her cunt, barely taking the time to push herself up to the dry edge around the pool to masturbate with her natural lubrication. It took her just a few seconds to grow wet and to moan.
Things heated up again.
