Collide Gamer

Four levels, a fundamentally useful new Passive effect and a substantial Wisdom increase. John wasn’t sure which one of those was the strongest advantage, only that it was not the levels. Any permanent, percentual Stat increase was potent and Wisdom was, and would remain, his highest Stat. Darkvision wasn’t necessary at all in close range, with all of the other senses John had in a radius around his person, but it could serve him when he needed to spy out over a dark, open place.

What was really interesting about it was that it applied to his doubles. The Creator Puppet, Socialite Mode engaged, was currently in one of the deliberately dimly lit discussion chambers. As designed, they were being used as retreats for private discussions. Inside there, John could ask the quiet part out loud, mostly what each faction hoped to gain from this expedition. The answers weren’t important at the moment, only that this location allowed John to notice the effect of Darkvision.

The colours in the room stayed fundamentally the same. It was difficult to describe, but it wasn’t as much that John’s perception of them changed as that his ability to correctly interpret what hit his eyes increased. Different shades of red in the room, with such minute differences that the darkness would have previously obscured them, were now apparent to John without truly shifting. Stark was how much easier it was for him to make out the shapes of objects in the dark. Every outline was suddenly clear to him.

Also, he was very happy indeed to hear about the latent nymphomania. Not that he needed Gaia to prove it was there.

The Free Level in Disciple could have been useful, had John not already resolved to put the Class Level he got from crossing 510 into Silver Arcanist. Metracana Master would have been even better. Only way to assure that, however, would have been to cut into his sleeping time and nothing he could have gotten would have compensated for the tiny mistakes sleepy people were prone to.

None of those three were going to help with John’s current situation. Arc Chain, as the repeat choice, was out already. It could be useful in select circumstances, yet felt largely useless. Rise was better because, although also niche, the advantage it could enable was massive. Neither, however, would be any help fighting Arkeidos. The same could be said about Ranged Application 2, which doubled the range of the Companion Cube and buffed its physical powers from weak to mediocre. Unlikely as that was to help, John was already committed to the path at large. He pressed the button and was done with that.

After that, he only had some Stat Points to distribute.

John clicked his tongue, looking over the window. The sound caused the woman leaning onto his chest to turn her head. In the artificial light of the bathroom, Nightingale was just as gorgeous as in the twilight of the neighbouring Sex Dungeon. Some of the mystique surrounding her was lost, but John loved the proper view he got of her pale curves. Almost proper view, as the ripples on the surface of the bathwater broke the light in interfering ways.

“What causes you annoyance, my suitor?” she asked. _{𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙥𝒖𝒃.𝒄𝒐𝒎}

“You see this?” John asked and pointed her at his Current GP. Because he had invited her into a Party by now, the question was more rhetorical than anything else. “This means I could buy 25 Skill Points. I’d like to increase this with it,” he pointed at Artificial Spirit. “However, the effectiveness on that one is halved, so I could only get it to 43. 50 would let me get a number of upgrades for my Artificial Spirits. I’m annoyed because I’m missing out on that power spike.” With a wave of his hand, he dismissed the windows. “Just a last piece of preparation that could have been useful.”

“Then you have finished all you could?” Nightingale asked.

“As far as my personal powers go, yes.” The Gamer submerged his hand in the bathtub and resumed what he had done before going through the benefits of the Blessing. Rubbing Nightingale’s curves was a privilege and an easily justified act. “How do you clean yourself normally?” he wondered.

“Feathers make for fine brushes. Only hardened chunks of dirt give us trouble.”

“That so?” John asked, just to signal he was listening. Continuously, his hands glided over her body. The decent places at first, only to inevitably find his way back to her breasts. She cooed and stretched her legs. Her left talons broke through the surface, individually wiggling. One of his hands travelled up to the songbird’s neck. A gentle squeeze caused her talons to stretch. Further, when he upped the pressure, until he let go and they suddenly relaxed. “How do you like this?”

“I have not yet concluded what your exploration of my submissiveness or lack thereof makes me feel,” Nightingale responded, wiggling a little closer. Each movement provided a little bit of pleasure to John. Hotdogged in the valley of her butt, his erection was shifted left and right. “Your touch itself I appreciate deeply.”

John hummed, checking the time with another body. “Three hours and ten minutes, that’s how long we have until the strategy meeting,” he reported, now combing through Nightingale’s hair with both hands. It was silky and ran through his fingers effortlessly. Just barely, he managed to make out the purple tint. “My two other bodies and harem got a handle on the situation, I only need to go back down there when the meeting is getting put together. About thirty minutes beforehand, I’d say.”

Nightingale caught his gist and asked, “What do you suggest we do in that time?”

“That depends on you.” John stopped for a moment when Nightingale leaned into his hand. Like a cat leaving her scent, the side of the harpy’s face nuzzled against his palm. A small and incredibly adorable gesture, made doubly so by her blushing mildly. “Well… what I mean is… I have the time to do whatever, but I don’t know what else you may want to do in preparation or who in the Palace you might want to network with.”

“There is only one arrangement I must make and that is to find out where I may sleep tonight,” Nightingale responded. She tilted her head, removing it from his palm and instead treating him to the gaze of her lavender eyes.

“My bed will not be available, but we have plenty of guest rooms,” he assured her. “You could sleep up here. There are some empty apartments.”

“That would be welcome.” Nightingale fell quiet for a little while, only letting out a tiny gasp here or there when John’s hands caressed a sensitive bit of skin. “You are certain you are not needed downstairs? That your harem will not mind you enjoying yourself up here?”

“They won’t mind, no – they’d even approve if they got to join us.”

“Certainly,” Nightingale agreed instantly. As she had said during their previous entanglement, as a civilized harpy she lacked any thoughts of monopolizing a man. Exclusive female species like hers either had to remove human women from the picture or find a way to co-exist. Her ancestors had made a decision that John now got to enjoy the fruits of.

“Then there will be absolutely no issue,” the Gamer assured.

“Then I will remain in your care for the time being. I may grow hungry in the next hour or so. Aside from that, our current arrangement of eroticism and conversation suits me well.”

“Remain in my care, hm?” John hummed. After making a quick decision, he left the tub and then scooped Nightingale up in a princess carry. Her wings made that a slight bit more difficult, but John managed. Graceful, she laid across his arms, clearly intrigued by what he may do next.

The bathroom of the Sex Dungeon was second only to the spa back in his apartment in terms of size and equipment. Many an orgy was cleaned up here, demanding large showers, bathtubs, and a jacuzzi (for John’s personal desires). Although wellness was not the focus of the facility, John had the space and the funding to put it in there anyway. Consequently, an assortment of loungers was available in the large room. Three were awaiting him just a few steps away, and he placed Nightingale on the one proper for her size.

“On your chest,” John instructed her, while he reached into the Sex Dungeon inventory. A bottle of massage oil returned along with his hand from the storage space. Nightingale waited for him as instructed and he spent almost ten minutes oiling her up. In the process, he learnt a few more notable quirks of her body.

Predictably, she hated it when her feathers got oily. John had no solution for that at the moment besides being careful with what he did. Massaging the bird-like parts of her legs left her completely cold. The scaly skin lacked the sensitivity of the majority of her body. Sole exception to this appeared to be where her black talons grew from her feet. With a sponge and great attention to detail, he cleaned the tiniest pieces of dirt from her claws. It felt a bit odd at first, a sensation swiftly overpowered by his desire to ingratiate himself.

When it came to the human bits, he noted that she was particularly sensitive around the neck and the back of her ears. Otherwise, her muscles and mind appreciated his expert massage as much as the next woman’s.

After he had her fully oiled up and every part of her explored, the Gamer indulged himself. Now on her back, Nightingale looked at him through half-closed lids when he invaded her mouth with index and middle finger. Black lips parting wide, she let him gaze inside. Aside from the sharpness of her pearly white teeth and the purple colour of her gums, nothing seemed unordinary. John made her raise her head a little bit, so he could look deeper inside.

Only because he knew it was there, John could spot the unusual texture of the back of her throat. In an unexcited state, the tissue must have diminished in prominence to not get in the way of eating or to avoid getting excited by breathing.

Pushing his fingers deeper, he tried his best to stimulate her lewd mouth. This was new, even for him, but he quickly got the hang of it. The majority of sensitive spots in reach were at the roof of her mouth. Soon, she started to moan around his fingers. Her tongue coiled around them. Her glistening, pale body writhed. The wetness of her saliva was gradually replaced with the natural, viscous lubricant she produced when horny.

Reluctant to let his fingers go, Nightingale’s tongue stayed around them until they were over ten centimetres removed. “Wahnt another blowjhob?” she asked, mouth invitingly presented.

“Not yet,” John responded, instead moving his drenched fingers to her pussy. They found an equally wet hole. Shooting up, her hips reacted intensely to the simple touch. Nightingale shouted when he fingered her at a rapid speed. The shouts, the quivering of her body, the wetness of her cunt – all aspects that stroked John’s pride. He absolutely loved bringing pleasure to women.

The first thing Nathalia saw upon entering the bathroom was John fingerbanging an orgasming harpy. Raised far off the lounger, Nightingale’s cunt was completely presented to the redhead. “Finally, a distraction from the dull conversations,” the dragoness said.

Her voice made Nightingale raise her head, but only enough to note Nathalia’s approach. After pulling his fingers out, John said, “You said you don’t mind my harem joining, so I invited Nathalia here. Unless there was a misunderstanding and you meant that purely for conversations?”

“They are important in your life and therefore important in…” she gulped down some of the juices pooling in her mouth, “…in your efforts to make me join them.”

“Glad that we agree,” John said and grinned at Nathalia. “What do you think, is it acceptable if a goddess like that leaves her mark?”

The dragon goddess blew air out of her nose. “We already had that conversation, my mate. I begrudgingly share you. Do not test me further.” She grabbed a stool and placed it by the foot-end of the lounger. “Let me taste, instead, what is being offered.”

Nathalia sat down and immediately pressed her face into the harpy’s crotch. Eyes going wide, Nightingale experienced what a tongue like her own could do. Better yet, she would experience what it meant to have both ends filled at the same time.

Standing behind the head-end, John grabbed his cock and bowed over Nightingale. All he had to do was move his cock over her face. Eagerly, her tongue stretched outwards, wound around the tip, and angled his manhood towards her mouth. Some of the gooey ‘saliva’ dripped onto her face while he pushed forwards and into her.

Earlier, he had manhandled her head as he desired. Now he was properly fucking her mouth pussy. Only the first thrust was slow, letting him follow the continuously advancing bulge his cock created in her neck. Once he was fully inside her, he immediately went into full force.

The minutes of absolute ecstasy that ensued were fantastic. Stuck between Nathalia’s tongue and John’s cock, Nightingale arched as she experienced what sex in the harem truly was like. Deep attention and vigour crossed with great motivation and endurance. One orgasm rolled into the next and soon the goddess of the night was squirting all over Nathalia’s face. That only motivated the dragoness to go harder.

Not caring to last long this time around, John kept going hard and fast until the second orgasm of the afternoon pumped down her throat. Earlier, he had given her a taste of his seed, now he let her experience the sensation of having her deepest parts filled.

The instinctual response was devilish. Her black lips were a tight seal around his cock and her insides trembled and tensed all around him. When he was done, he found it incredibly difficult to pull out. Every centimetre was a fight of the most enticing variety. When he finally had made it all the way out, her lips disconnected from the glans with a satisfying ‘pop’.

“Nathalia, did you know that harpies endeared themselves to men and their women with oral favours?” the Gamer asked a loaded question.

Only after pulling her tongue back, could the redhead answer. Her voice overpowered the occasional cry by the aftershock-wrecked Nightingale. “I was not aware. I always knew them to be thieving brutes.”

“I suppose she has a lot to show you then.” John grinned and stepped away from his position at the head. The invite was clear. Nathalia took it.

And they had a lot of fun over the next two hours.