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The Gamer Chapter 876 – Cleaning Up the Meeting
🕑 Added 2020-11-09 05:54:25 +0000 UTC“Yo,” Metra announced her arrival in the partly ruined manor.
“Waddup, Mat?” Rave returned. “How’s your day going?”
“Ah, ya know, the fucking usual. Going around, kicking ass.” She looked over the recently ventilated room. “Seems like I don’t get any around here that don’t already have a shoe-shaped imprint.”
“I took care of that.” John grinned, running his hand through Sylph’s hair. Still shirtless, he was sitting on one of the many couches in the foyer. The arcvolt elemental was sitting on his leg, Rave and Nia were on his sides, and the two maids were rubbing his shoulders. If he had been uncaring enough, he would also have received a blowjob for the full Gamer experience, but there were too many brawny and angry dudes around for him to properly enjoy that experience.
“I can see that, Master,” the First of Wrath said.
“You lied to us,” Ron hissed. “There is no way she could have gotten here so quickly!” The anger of the patched up small-time leader was redirected from John to Horace, who entered right after Metra. “You guaranteed us he agreed to all of our terms!”
“Your term was that Metra couldn’t come to the meeting,” John interjected, still playing with Sylph’s hair. There was just so much to comb through and simultaneously wild and smooth texture parted around his fingers like a cool breeze. “Which she wasn’t. She and the contingent you will find waiting outside followed me at half an hour distance and were to remain out of range of any direct actions.” The Gamer kissed Sylph’s shoulder.
“What? You thought my super smart Johnny wouldn’t prepare for all y’all to go all ‘we can win against you, duuuudeeee!’ on him?” the air spirit babbled. “I will let you know that he is a big brain. A very big brain. Of course, he prepared for every course of action you could have taken. Every single one, yes. Yes! You might ask yourself: ‘but how would he prepare for my disintegration omega beam from outer space?!’ The answer, girl, small girl, is that he had his underpants ready and he would have totally cock slapped you into oblivion if you tried that!”
Sometime during all of that, Sylph had gotten stuck on looking at Aura, and therefore focused her final insult on that particular woman rather than the room at large. “She is not attractive enough for Master’s cock,” Aclysia asserted.
“Statement: based on objective beauty standards, catalysed through statistical values and mathematical calculation, Aura falls about three points short of entering Master’s harem range,” Beatrice said her piece. “Addendum: beauty tastes are subjective. Someone of less wonder than Master may take interest in you.”
“See, normally I would tell them to stop,” John added in. “But you all are behaving so hypocritically that I just won’t bother. That aside, you people keep trying to leave and that’s annoying me.” He kissed Sylph’s shoulder again. “There is another straggler trying to smash the barrier outskirts again. Could you be a dear and find him?”
“Roger, roger,” Sylph answered in a semi-robotic fashion and blitzed away.
Truly, John only knew this was happening because Siena was actively watching that attempted escape from invisibility. She could have taken care of the problem herself, but he thought it more useful to keep her presence veiled. As long as he was around, control over the barrier was too tight for anyone here to brute force their way out in any sensible timeframe anyway.
As Sylph had said, John had foreseen this scenario. In fact, he had thought it the likeliest of those he had simulated. Because of that, he had put together a task force that could drive to this location after the battle was concluded. It would have been idiocy to just trust that all of these guild masters would stay true to their promise. The good half was made of passive scoundrels and the bad half consisted of drug traffickers, slavers and killers.
A lot of the henchmen were just as bad. Rave had told John that she and the other girls had broken a total of twelve hands before nobody tried to get handsy anymore. Nobody had actually managed to cop a feel; John would have been a lot less forgiving otherwise and Aclysia may have cut someone open.
In that situation, John had stayed in the manor, kept the barrier on lockdown and just called for his prepared reinforcements. In the meantime, he had interviewed a couple of the small-time crime bosses and tried to find who he thought redeemable and who he could put on the short path towards death row. Whatever he did with people, first he needed to transfer them to his courts. DC was the closest city with a judicial system large enough to process this entire flood.
“You betrayed us,” Ron hissed again, this time at Horace.
“I did what was right,” the member of the House of Exceptionals returned. “I arranged a meeting. I got John to agree to the terms you wanted. Don’t blame me for your decisions. You made your choice of where you wanted to be in the story of American unification.” Horace looked to John, a mixture of respect and approval. “There are no easy paths, isn’t that right, Mister President?”
“Indeed, there aren’t.” John nodded. Those were the words he had said when first asking for this meeting to be arranged. It was nice to see that the older man was taking them to heart.
“What the fuck are you people on abo-“ Ron started, but stopped when Aura tugged on his collar and whispered at him to shut up.
Ron was the only guild master who still had the courage to give John any back talk at all. Him being the first one to have gotten knocked out was likely to blame for this. While he had been decisively finished off in a matter of seconds, Ron had also missed the utter domination that had followed. The entire rest of the guild masters was keeping quiet and behaved docile. Getting defeated by John, a mage, without a single spell fired at them had served them a giant humble pie on a knuckle sandwich.
Because of the large number of people in and around the manor, a couple few had tried to escape the barrier quietly. Of course, that hadn’t worked. First of all had been Wesley, the slaver who had almost suggested John offered his girls as a gesture of respect. The Gamer had taken the pleasure of personally dragging that guy back, but only after punching him in the face and then deeming the swelling of his cheek not worthy of Undine’s healing. It was only a slight pain the man had to live through. The courts would decide what further punishment he deserved.
“Alright, scumbags,” Metra shouted with a grin on her face. The First of Wrath had way less moral qualms about how to treat criminals. “Everyone on their feet and into the vans. It’s going to be a nice ride to DC. You’ll feel like tuna in a can. Try anything stupid and I’ll hack off a few limbs. Destroy enough cars that we can’t transport all of you and I’m executing you on the spot.”
The emasculated crowd let themselves be herded towards the outside. At the same time, John waved Horace to come closer. “I want you to pick out a couple of guild masters you trust and isolate them,” he told the Exceptional. “We need some people to spread the news of the takeover. If they need motivation, tell them I will leverage my influence to lessen their sentences or pardon them even – if their sentences aren’t too severe.”
John knew that he was potentially letting murderers off death row there, but the expansion of a country rarely was a morally pure matter. Familiar faces bringing the news was likely to minimize hostile reactions and therefore the amount of resistance they faced. The quicker they integrated the rest of the east coast, the quicker the regular people of the Abyss, all those that were caught between the gangs, were safe. That was John’s main goal. He had to make his decisions with reality in mind, not just his principles.
Horace gave him a long look. It felt as if similar thoughts went through his head. Ultimately, he nodded. “I know a few that only did what they had to. I think they can help us.”
‘Us? Us is good,’ John thought and nodded. “Do that. I trust you to get this underway.”
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Soon, they were in motion. Because they were in a mobile barrier, Sylph and Salamander could oversee the caravan of prison cars from the air. Keeping up with cars was a laughable task for Sylph and possible for Salamander without any big strain. Gnome and Metra sat in the two cars with the strongest enemy members, overseeing all of their actions. Aclysia was driving and Beatrice was keeping her company.
John was in the shower. The dirt of combat ran off his muscular frame. Some required a bit more scrubbing, but he managed to take care of all that with a gracious load of soap. Opening his eyes again after the first rinsing, he saw Rave’s naked ass pressed against the outside of the glass cabin. Her bubble butt was flattened into two symmetrical ovals. Her pussy was only a pretty pink blur through the foggy glass.
“Aren’t you supposed to…” ‘…do that from the inside?’ would have been the rest of the question, but he teetered off as his erection taxed the blood from tongue and brain. “Fuck, that’s beautiful,” he mumbled instead, completely enticed by her ass.
“Want to see more?” a passive voice asked, and John turned towards his right. The second glass wall of the corner cabin had Nia’s butt pressed against it. Narrower, not quite as bouncy, but no less firm and still wonderfully round, the pariah’s pale behind added two more circles to the display on the glass.
“Want to feel more?” Siena’s sensuous voice teased as she pressed her ass against the closer corner of the cabin. Because of the magnet-strip that allowed the walls to close, John couldn’t see her pussy or asshole. He could see the blurred outline of her split, purple pussy lips, however. Similarly, he couldn’t see her large, spherical ass cheeks pressed on the glass, but he could make out their outlines.
“”Are you clean enough that we can join?”” two Undine’s asked in symphonic harmony, positioning themselves between Siena and the other girls, their large breasts spilling on the glass.
“Yes,” John kept it short. He hadn’t wanted the girls to join him while he got blood off himself. Now that was no longer a concern. The girls backed off, Siena pulled the door open, and they all poured inside.
The water kept running, dropping out of holes in the ceiling to simulate a feeling of rain. It provided a well-distributed cleaning, even as five bodies cramped into the space designed for one to comfortably shower. Bodies grinded, soon completely drenched. Rave turned up the heat and turned down the amount of water, reducing it from a proper shower to more an orgy in tropical summer rain.
John felt his pulse rise as the warmth filled every fibre of his being. His cock kept getting rubbed by hands and between butts or thighs. Somehow, while his tongue was wrestling with Siena’s and his hands were groping Rave and Undine, Nia managed to get in front of him. Reaching backwards, she aligned his cock with her pussy. He slowly thrust forwards and sunk inside her.
Letting out a quiet but ecstatic moan, Nia’s chest curved against the glass as he filled her completely. He had little room to move and so he simply fucked her with reckless abandon. Her wet back was a display of art. Long blonde hair clung to her from shoulders to butt. It layered on top of the marks of her back and created a beautiful tapestry of gold and silver. The ingrained patterns and chaotic strands sticking to her slender curves stimulated the primal and intellectual parts of his brain with equal fervour.
He brought her to orgasm first, Undine and her sensitive breasts second, and finally came the first time himself, causing Nia to freeze as the magic of his seed made her feel wave after wave of climactic pleasure. Pulling out, he turned as best he could and immediately pushed Siena against the closest wall. Victory and domination made that woman unspeakably wanting of him and the mere act of pushing into her made her cum. Her hellish pussy clung to his cock and immediately brought him to orgasm himself. Every fold was made up of wiggling segments, which caressed his entire shaft. The shape of her cunt was perfect for him and him alone and shifted with each little movement.
John was unable to stop cumming inside her for just one of his regular orgasms. She kept milking him and Siena kept screaming. Eventually he overcame the ecstasy of the moment and started properly fucking her – even as he kept painting her insides white. Siena went cross-eyed and sucked gleefully on his thumb when he moved it to her lips.
Once he was done with her, he pulled out only for his dick to be immediately claimed by Undine’s mouth. The abysstide elemental sucked him off with immense lust, utilizing her ability to place her pleasure cells wherever she wanted to its maximum. He greatly enjoyed watching the girth of his cock vanish inside her translucent, dark blue throat. When he was ready to cum, he grabbed her antlers and fucked her face relentlessly. Undine came all the harder for it.
Not even the slightest bit tired, John happily took the final invitation. Rave spread her butt cheeks with her hands and presented her asshole. Lubricated far beyond ‘proper’, he pushed into her backdoor with no issue. Rave screamed of pleasure and love while he ravaged her. Surrounded by the other three beauties kissing and caressing him with their soft lips and luscious bodies, he fingered and choked his girlfriend. She came again and again, overwhelmed by his skill and stamina, and squirted when he finally filled her up.
A good old victory fuck.
