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The Gamer Chapter 1451 – 27 Days of Preparation 5 – Rapid Manifestations
🕑 Added 2023-06-05 07:13:03 +0000 UTCJohn only pulled out to stick it back into another hole. Pussy to mouth, mouth to ass, stopping short to wipe himself clean, then right back into her mouth. At the end, Scarlett looked every part that of a cumdump. What parts of her weren’t sticky with sweat were covered in cum. Her hair, usually so finely combed and straight, was a mess on par with Sylph’s. Her eyes were hazy, the lids half closed, and her mouth open to let her tongue scoop up abundant treats.
With the seal of his cock removed, cum gushed out of her hole alongside what remains of pussy juice she could still squirt out. The redhead was all weak spasms and moans, lying on the leather bed they had moved the messy procedure to.
’91 levels… insane how effective this is,’ John thought and stretched. ‘Her Libido still isn’t rising as sharply as the others and neither is her Endurance. Really must be personal differences.’
John squatted next to Scarlett. A finger trailed down the little line of her midriff that connected her navel to her sternum. The redhead quivered underneath the simple touch as if he was rubbing her clit at high speeds. Spine arched, hoarse cries escaping her mouth, she seemed to approach orgasm, only to collapse entirely into a gooey pile of sultry woman.
“I think that might be all for today,” the Gamer suggested. There was no reaction, Scarlett was so completely out of it she hadn’t even heard him. Scooping her up, he brought her messy body to the shower.
“You finally done with her?” Delicia greeted him, naked, in the baths. It was a rhetorical question. She was there in the first place because he had called her there. “That was how long?”
“About 12 hours, including meal and bathroom breaks,” John responded with a broad smile. A smile Delicia mirrored. A broad, smug smile. Quickly, John cross referenced the number of levels she had gained with his projections of how many she should have gotten. In the end, he clicked his tongue. “It was a more than productive 12 hours,” he admitted begrudgingly.
“Bwahahahahahaha!” Delicia immediately broke into mocking laughter. “Quick shot!”
“I just got done breaking one brat, don’t be the next one.” Ignoring his warning, Delicia continued mocking him while he carefully placed Scarlett in a shallow tub. It said a lot about their household that they did not have one but several basins that existed specifically so half-unconscious women could soak. The water cycled rapidly, pulling with it all the sticky liquids on her skin. In the background, the laughter only got louder. “Shut up!” John finally snapped.
Delicia lay on the floor. She held her stomach. Her face got redder as she held in the laughter. Then it burst out again. “And you were so proud! And all you proved was that you came way more often than you thought! Bwahahahaha!”
That was as much as John could tolerate. He teleported over, dropped on top of Delicia, and mating pressed her into the floor until the smug grin was replaced by rolled up eyes. That only took about three minutes. Admittedly, he was cheating by cranking her sensitivity up to the max. Another five minutes later, he dumped his load into her.
Delicia snickered afterwards. “Still right on time,” she teased melodically.
The Gamer clicked his tongue again. He had indeed cum, on average, every eight minutes these last 12 hours. That was far from a shameful number when going full force in and out of a tight, gorgeous little cumdump like Scarlett. It was the tone of her voice that was more grating than what she was addressing. “Must be real nice to just have to lay there while I do all the work,” he shot back.
“You calling me a pillow princess?!” Delicia shot up into a kneeling position. “Me? Eh? Eh?! Ya need someone to clean out your brain windings?” She took two handfuls of her tits, leaving about four handfuls unclaimed, and shook them about. “Psh, you think gorgeously winding and meeting your thrusts is just a task of lying there? I mean, I could get away with just lying on my back if I wanted to. You’d be too busy just watching these go up and down, up and down, up and down.” John only realized his eyes had been glued to her tits when she went back to laughing.
“Stupid… sexy… brat,” John grumbled and shoved the smug maid in the general direction of Scarlett. “Do your job!”
“My job is getting a rise out of you, this is just volunteer work,” Delicia returned. “Am I not the nicest thing you ever saw? Come on. Say it.”
John just crossed his arms and put his foot down. Accepting the signal, Delicia went over to the redhead and did her duties as maid and alchemist of the harem. Unorthodoxly, that started with her sharing a kiss with the barely reactive woman. After the exchange of fluids had concluded, Delicia spent a couple of minutes washing the cum out of Scarlett’s hair. John, all the while, took a seat in a nearby bathtub. He considered sending for someone to tend to him too, but ultimately decided that it felt nice to not have someone touch him for a little bit. A bit of sensory rest.
Eventually, Delicia kissed Scarlett again. The little motions of something being swallowed betrayed that Delicia had just deposited one of her post-sex treatments. Once she was done with that, she marched over to John. He gestured that she didn’t need to get in the tub with him. “Did I piss you off that bad?” she asked, a mild bit of genuine concern in her voice.
“Nah, it’s just… nice to sit in the water,” he told her. “You can join me in the tub if you want to.”
Delicia did and a few moments later she sat across from him. The way her boobs jiggled in the moving water of the jacuzzi almost made John reconsider his decision to remain chaste for the next… ten minutes? Twenty max. “How did the research go?” the Gamer asked.
“Oh! Excellent question!” Delicia declared. In a sight that was far from unusual when it came from her, Delicia shoved two fingers into her mouth and pulled out a pill. “I know you don’t like it when people say it to you – but anyway: swallow!” The alchemist tossed it over to him.
John caught it with his open mouth and gulped it down whole without a second thought. No giggles after that, only interested stares. Nothing felt off for a long while. Nothing felt off at any point. After roughly ten seconds had passed, a window opened.
“…Well, you just made me even more dangerous,” the Gamer told her.
“Psh, like you need any more help ruining women.”
“Was that a compliment?”
“Weeeeell, I got to keep your fragile ego together. Can’t have you become a cry-baby. My research grants depend on you being happy.”
Expectantly, she stared at him across the water, the beginnings of a smile on her lips. “You’re a genius, Delicia,” he gave her the compliment she deserved. The shortstack’s smugness became complete.
“That’s right, I’m a genius.” She straightened up in her seat. Even with her hands on her hips and her chin raised, she was shorter than John. “Also, I’ll be green tomorrow!”
“…Literally?” John asked.
“Literally.”
“Goblin mutagen?” he guessed.
“Urgh, it’s no fun when you guess it,” Delicia complained.
Goblins had a variety of traits that made them natural alchemists. Primarily, their sense of smell was oddly attuned to pick out the subtle notes that were specific to the craft. It paired up nicely with her already Perk-boosted sense of smell.
“Guess that’s a general start of you actually using your Mutagen Library?” the Gamer asked.
“I can store up to five of the things, might as well make use of it,” Delicia confirmed with a nod. “Hmmm, am I feeling gracious?”
“You’re picking up a cat girl mutagen,” the Gamer decreed.
“Awww, and if I don’t feel like it? What will the big, impotent guy do the-“
John snapped his fingers and said, “Trance.” Instantly, Delicia’s mockery came to an end. She slowly slouched backwards, until she was in a relaxed position against the backrest. “Delicia, can you hear me?” he asked.
“Yes, Master,” she responded in the dreamy sheepishness of the deeply hypnotized.
“Good, you will listen and you will listen deeply. After I release you from the trance, you will have the mild desire to add a cat girl mutagen to your Mutagen Library. This desire will grow stronger and stronger with each mutagen you acquire that is not that of a cat girl. Repeat this.”
“After I am released from the trance… I will have the mild desire to add a cat girl mutagen to my… Mutagen Library…” she spoke-whispered. “This desire will grow stronger and stronger with each mutagen that I acquire that is not that of a cat girl.”
“Good,” John nodded, then he snapped his fingers again. For a moment, Delicia tensed in preparation to the vast spread of commands he could give her. “Unheard.” That singular word made her relax. “You will forget this next hypnotic suggestion until after you have fulfilled its requirements. Once you acquire the cat girl mutagen, you will become dripping wet and needful. You will have the extreme want to show it off to me. You’ll be extra submissive and only care about serving me. You will remember this command only after you made me orgasm at that time. Repeat it.”
“Yes, Master… when I acquire the cat girl mutagen, I will become… dripping wet and… needful.” She sighed that word, shifting as both sensations coursed through her. “I will have the… extreme want to show it off to you. I’ll be extra submissive… and only care about serving you. I’ll remember this command only after I… made you orgasm at that time.”
“Good girl,” John purred. “Three, two, one…” He snapped his fingers. “Wide Awake.”
Delicia blinked a couple of times. “Urgh, for real?” she asked and stared at him. “Are you that insecure that you have to mind control a girl into doing what you want?”
“It’s not mind control, you’re just so into it that we both pretend it is,” John corrected her. “You can resist it like I can resist one more quest in an RPG. Just because you don’t want to doesn’t mean you can’t.”
“Ssssssshut up!” Delicia impotently splashed the water with her furiously moving hands. “Shut up, shut up, shut up!”
“Or what?” The Gamer stood up and waded through the large jacuzzi. Stepping onto the underwater bench, he towered over Delicia. The shortstack gulped, an overhead light casting the shadow of his enormous cock over her features. A rod of black making her white features go cross-eye.
“The girth on that thing,” she swooned.
John chuckled and plopped down next to her. “I’m looking forward to you as a goblin.” He put an arm around her and let his fingers sink into her tits. “Truth be told, a really short, really stacked woman is a craving I can no longer satisfy. I wonder about all the things I could do with you when you fit snugly in my lap.”
“Psh, you’re just looking forward to me being 40% tits and 30% ass and 20% thighs,” Delicia stated.
“That is what I just said” The Gamer chuckled and placed a kiss on the top of her head. She snuggled up against him. The large breast not in his hand was pressed against his chest. A meaty thigh was put on top of his. Lastly, her white head came to rest against his shoulder. “Have you broken the news that you’ll be shorter than Sylph to her yet?”
“She said it’s fine as long as it’s temporary, in waaaay more words,” Delicia responded.
“That does sound like Sylph,” John chuckled. “Did she force you to eat her out afterwards?”
“Yes! It was so sudden and really hot… Unlike you, Sylph doesn’t make being a dom the majority of her personality.” Two of Delicia’s fingers wandered along his chest.
John grabbed Delicia’s hand and used it to pull the alchemist up to his lips. “Unlike me, Sylph doesn’t embody most of the traits of a dom in their everyday behaviour.” With heated desire, he pressed his lips on hers. Equal passion met his tongue, equal submission surrendered to his urge to conquer. The shortstack melted into his embrace, all the sass silenced. Instead, she moaned into his mouth. Massaging a boob and a cheek of her fat ass, John got the full experience of her squishiness.
It really was difficult to ascertain which part of her had more meat to it. Those F-cup mounds were enormous, sure, but a shortstack was a shortstack for being gifted both in front and backside. For her size, there was an almost absurd amount of meat to her ass. Frankly, there was an almost absurd amount of squishiness to all of the areas where such squishiness was desirable.
“Really can’t wait to see what being another head shorter does to your figure,” John hummed and backed off. Stepping out of the jacuzzi, John announced, “I changed my mind. Clean me, bath maid.”
“Yes, Master,” Delicia purred readily.
They moved over to the absurdly luxurious wall with the waterfall. It wouldn’t be quite the same without Lorelei there to pour the water over him, but it was still the best place to get a full body rubbing by a big-titted servant. John settled down on the sideways lounger. Water softly cascaded over the soft, hydrophobic surface of the cushions. Soap was soon carried with the water. Delicia’s body glistened. Where she rubbed against him, she created little bits of foam and bubbles. It was almost like she was made out of soap. In reality, she was just transmuting various materials inside her into soap and ‘sweating’ it out.
Delicia got so much into it, she forgot to present him with any further banter. Just moaning and gliding over him, she let every bit of his surface feel the traces of her hard nipples. When all of him was slathered up, she went down to his crotch and made his cock disappear between her enormous tits. “This part will need… a lot of scrubbing,” she reasoned, while she kneaded her breasts, massaging the manhood between them.
“You’re not wrong,” the Gamer hummed. He closed his eyes, enjoyed the service, and let the soft pleasure just caress his senses. It was nice to get a tit job after rutting mindlessly into a submissive for 12 hours straight. Being a dom definitely was not easy, especially when the submissive was past the ecstasy point of independent thought.
John sensed that Delicia was turning down her usual smug brattiness at this point to really let him relax. She was giving him the servant routine without the usual backtalk. Something he deeply appreciated. He still had a bedroom orgy to perform in before he went to bed for the day. “You’ll be fucking Scarlett all day tomorrow too?”
“Until she’s about level 540,” John responded and then yawned.
“Which is another 138 orgasms, which is only 2 less than what you did to her today, so you’ll do another 12 hours. Or 11, thanks to my genius invention.”
“Is that replicable by the way? You probably could make a lot of money with it.”
“I could, but it’s an individualized effect. Plus, it works really great on you because you’re such a… ahhh… a bundle of magical circuits.” Delicia’s voice was lustfully distorted by the sensitivity of her breasts. She was enjoying giving the service more than he was receiving it, on a raw pleasure basis. He let her have her fun for a little while, until he felt her hands squish her enormous chest together hard and subsequently release nature’s cushions. “I love this cock,” she whispered, post-orgasmically.
“How did setting up the workshop go?” John asked.
“Well,” Delicia answered. “Bit of feature creep at the start. We had to set it up a little ways away so we each could have our own wing to work in. Lorelei and Lee got straight to work.”
“That went well?”
“It went more than well, they’re already at the upper crust of enchanters after a day,” Delicia boasted, as if that was her accomplishment. Which, in a certain way, it was. Much like one would boast about being married to a successful person, so too did the various accomplishments of individual haremettes reflect on the entire group. They were one tightly knit polycule.
“Really?” John asked with some delay. He was too relaxed to be properly surprised.
“Guess ya haven’t really experienced it before, but when you suddenly jump ahead several hundred levels and you pick something new up, it just slots right in with that new space in your brain. You catapulted my research ahead by a decade, at least… guess I should thank you for that.” She laughed. The warmth of her breasts was replaced with that of her lips. She kissed around the base of his cock, then up to the tip, before continuing the titjob. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” John responded automatically and from the depth of his heart. His mind was occupied by what she had just said. The mind was likely in a state of flexibility past the intense Stat increase that surpassed even the developmental phase of the brain. It would be a lot easier to learn new things or expand on one’s current field of expertise with all of that fresh hard drive space available. Likely, it was eventually going to slow down, much like even the greatest new computer was eventually weighed down by the accruing data fragments of installed programs.
He would check out what they had accomplished after he was done getting Scarlett up to their level.
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