Collide Gamer

A harem thoroughly satisfied was no small task and John felt a deep sense of satisfaction each time he managed it. The room was clean, every last trace of their prolonged engagement removed either by cleaning slimes or the bath in which they had finished up their orgy. Everyone was refreshed, flawlessly clean, naked, and totally content.

Strategically, he positioned himself in the middle of the largest of the couches, a u-shaped one that was located closest to the flatscreen. The position much resembled that of the Harem Couch in his own apartment, even if nothing else did. Immediately after he had placed his butt down, he had been beset on all sides.

Naked as they were, none of them breathed in that intense way that betrayed sexual excitement. With pure wholesome energy, Nightingale granted herself the privilege of being first to descend on him. Fluffy, doubly so after the recent bath, her raven wings wrapped around him. The smell of lavender and a pleasant cool enveloped him. Night itself was embracing him.

The hug was compromised by Nightingale invitingly opening her wings, letting Nia join in. “Thank you,” the pariah said, her voice trembling with appreciation as she nestled between her lover and the soft feathers, combing through them with her fingers. It was adorable to behold as it was encouraging.

Almost colliding with each other, Eliana and Claire hurried to claim his open left. They exchanged a glance, then opted to throw themselves at him rather than compete over who got the ‘best spot’. John wrapped his arm around both of them, as best he could, and squeezed them against himself. The cute squeals they let out were the sweetest sound he could have asked for.

That his body was almost entirely covered by those four did little to perturb the remaining eight women in the room. “Dibs,” Lee said and hugged him from behind. The loving embrace of the sassy gamer girl was made so much better when she pressed a kiss on his scalp.

The couch whispered when two more of the girls climbed onto the seats that shared their backrest with this one. Nathalia and Scarlett scratched him behind the ears, while cuddling up to Lee. In the absence of space available to hug him, their fellow haremettes were an immediate and barely lesser option.

Rave playfully climbed on the shared backrest and laid across it like a large feline, her arms extended around as many of her lovers as she could fit. Her weight largely alleviated by her wings, Momo laid down on top of her and scratched the Lightbearer’s cat ears. On the opposite side, Beatrice robotically approached, only to be grabbed by Nathalia and greedily added to the hoard of hugs. Aclysia, surrendering her chances of finding a route to John after all, decided to attach herself to Lee’s back. Metra, in the somehow lewdest display of the tightly knit assembly of nudity, decided to sit by his feet and hug onto the butts of Nia and Eliana. Her tail wagged in a display that was every bit as honest as her broad smile.

That only left Lorelei out. Standing at the side, the seer had her hands raised, fingers interlocked as if in prayer. “What are you standing over there for?” John asked, barely able to peek out.

“I…” she sniffed, a genuine bit of wetness showing in her blind eyes. She wiped it away, before it could manifest into tears. “…I… am so blessed to be able to witness this moment. The Lady’s creation is truly perfect for containing such sacred joy as is reflected here.”

“Ya aren’t here to witness it,” Rave stated.

Metra, because she was the closest and at the outer layer, got up and quickly jumped over. “You heard the leader, Rel,” the blonde berserker babe decided and picked up the seer. Lorelei yelped and went rigid, which was the only correct response for a woman of average size and weight when she was lifted over the head of a Middle Eastern, tanned and toned tomboy. “This is a collective cuddle pile!”

For a moment, John was worried the First of Wrath would forget that some members of the harem were not so far above mundane physicality that they could just be tossed or have someone tossed into them without a second thought. When Metra ultimately threw Lorelei, she only did it after getting much closer and lowering her a fair bit down. The cuddle pile absorbed the extra two members like a puddle would two more drops, effortlessly and with ripples.

Ten seconds after its establishment, the entire construct started to break apart. The constant shifting, rubbing, scratching and wiggling of the wonderful women all around, as well as his jiggling in an attempt to hold them even closer, inevitably led to several members growing uncomfortable or unbalanced. In addition, as much as the initial focus had been on him, there was a general feeling in the air that the love should be spread around.

In the span of ten minutes, John embraced each member of his harem. He held tightly his girlfriend, then gave Nathalia a lift and whirled her around in a circle. The dragoness let out such a maidenly cry that it made the Gamer’s heart jump with joy. It was one of those many romantic gestures that she, in all her promiscuous years, had not properly experienced.

Before he could get unbalanced, he dropped back on the couch with her. A quick kiss of mutual adoration followed, then he became aware of Aclysia’s presence and pulled her between them. The first of his maids laughed, the tones were reserved and wonderful, like chimes singing in the wind. Once he had showered her with enough playful kisses, if there was such a thing, he sat upright to invite Momo into his arms. Bashfully, she accepted, and pulled Lorelei with her as if refusing to face that humiliation alone. Their warm, smooth skin felt wonderful against his, the smell of the entire harem filled him with every breath.

Metra got plenty of ear scratches before he actually embraced her. Grinning and with half-closed eyes, her tail waved left to right, the fluffy hairs almost hitting Beatrice’s waist. When he did finally pull her into his lap, Beatrice squeezed herself in there as well. For once, those two did not start bickering.

On their own terms, they backed off, and were swiftly replaced by Lee and Scarlett. Those two marked the end of the first wave of cuddles, and he loved every bit of being surrounded by their nubile curves. The first wave meant only that there was a second wave, then a third, then a fourth.

It was a veritable orgy of wholesomeness. Embraces were constantly shifting, words short and heartfelt, and kisses never went beyond loving. After all of the heat that had been discharged during their previous series of sexual engagements, this pile of cuddling was just necessary to manifest all of the appreciation they had for one another in a comparatively pure way.

After a total of thirty minutes of constantly expressing affection, even they started to tire. Like it often was with these things, once the first person sought a little bit of isolation, everyone else soon followed suit. Everyone laid down either on their own or in little pockets.

John found himself back where he started, with Nightingale on one side and Rave on the other. “So, how do ya like us so far?” the feline Lightbearer asked.

“I admit that the charm of this harem has me act more… loose than I planned,” Nightingale responded quietly, fitting with the mood of the dimly lit room. “I wanted to retain my lady qualities, yet I have been debauched this night.”

“I think you can be a lady and debauched,” John weighed in.

Nightingale chuckled. “You would think that, my benefiting suitor.”

“I think,” Rave started, “we got enough debauchedness for the night. Mind if I put on some music?”

“If it is tasteful and a proper background tune.”

“Don’t ya worry, I got exactly the thing.”

John raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. He was interested to see where his girlfriend would take this. Before she took it anywhere, she demandingly wiggled her fingers in his direction. “Aren’t you a bit useless without me?” he teased and reached into his inventory.

“Don’t ya insult me, tiger, I have the power to move my butt out of your life.”

“That is quite the threat,” he admitted and handed her his phone. “Much worse than threatening to move your face out of my life. I could deal without the constant sassiness.”

“Psh.” Another part of the couch broke out in a sudden giggle. John glanced at where Momo and Lee were sitting, the latter’s head resting on the former’s thighs. Which of the two had giggled first was an open question, but Lee was the one who spoke. “If you weren’t sassed at least three times a day, your soul would wither and die.”

“I don’t think my magic would vanish if you didn’t sass me.”

“Look at him, playing the semantics game,” Momo mocked. “He hates it when people do it to him, but here he is using the double meaning of soul in the Abyss.”

“What’s that double meaning?” Claire asked. Even if she had downloaded much of the proper behaviour in this world, her overall knowledge wasn’t complete.

“The soul describes both a vague spiritual entity that embodies your person on a metaphysical level and the concept of your magical proclivities and such.”

“…There’s a difference?” Claire was confused. “Sorry if I sound stupid, that happens all the time, but where I come from – may it burn forever – the soul is simply what is stored outside the boundaries of your flesh. That includes your personality, your memories and your magic.”

“If I may interject,” Lorelei spoke up softly. “The soul is more than that. The soul is what is pleased by moments like these, when you are surrounded and safe. A touch of the Lady’s grace on your deepest parts, rippling outwards through all of you. To cultivate a harmonious soul is more than to have a stable character, good memories, and strong magic. It is a divine state of being.”

Eliana retched. “I agree with all the shit you just said and I hate the fucking words you pick for it.”

“Be nice,” John reprimanded the irreverent blood mage.

“I’m really fucking trying!” Eliana’s voice grew louder than was appropriate for the current setting and she crumbled up where she sat. “Sorry…”

Wordlessly, Lorelei moved over and stroked the pretty little psycho’s hair. Their differences on matters of religion had no consequence, understanding that they were quite similar in so many other ways. Apologetically, Eliana put her head on the seer’s shoulder and they whispered back and forth about nothing in particular.

“On a purely academic note,” the Gamer said, “the word ‘soul’ in our language predates the discovery of how there’s a spirit that can be properly separated from the body and leave the person at large intact. Or, well, it probably developed independently from that. There is this whole mundane and magical separation in this world.”

“That’s weird but way weirder is that we speak the same language in the first place,” Claire said.

“Yeah, I was considering how that works too.” John was distracted for a moment when Rave managed to put the music on. Ave Maria played at a low volume. “Not what I was expecting.”

“I can read the mood,” the feline Lightbearer said and dropped back into his arm. The bounce of her body against the backrest made a number of Firefae that sat on the cushion giggle. Multi-coloured, they were scattered all over the room, keeping mostly quiet. “That’s my superpower.”

“I thought your superpower was being hecking adorable?”

“Hecking?” Rave snorted, a sound that was almost as powerful as her own amusement. “When did ya pick up that word? Whatcha gonna say next?”

“How about ‘rad’?”

“That’s my word and it’s great, thank ya very much.”

“It’s as great as your odd fucking mixture of accents,” Metra chimed in.

“Didn’t remember asking ya to stab me in the back, miss face-stealer.”

“I only stole like half your face. The better half.”

“What does she mean by that?” Nightingale asked.

“Well, when I contracted Metra, she had to form a new humanoid body and she grabbed what I considered most attractive and combined that with her own preferences.”

“Easily the hottest body I ever got stuck with,” Metra stated, presenting herself in all of her caramel-skinned, toned beauty. With her hair open past-bath, she looked especially like Rave, her blonde hair surrounding her head like a mane of gold.

“I had wondered why your appearance was similar.” Nightingale glanced back and forth between the Lightbearer and the ancient weapon. “I note key differences in physique.” _{𝒏𝒐𝙫𝙥𝙪𝙗.𝒄𝙤𝙢}

“I like my hips squarer, works better for balancing,” Metra said and turned to show off her butt a little bit. “I don’t even know if I could have copied Jane’s ass perfectly anyway. That thing is one in a billion.”

“And my boobs used to be smaller,” Rave added. “So, she got stuck with the old size.”

“Which bothers me a little bit,” John admitted. “It compromises the whole twin aesthetics.”

“Does it bother you with us, Master?” Aclysia asked, gesturing between herself and Beatrice.

John opened his mouth to deny, since this had been his choice. The different breast sizes had been retained to preserve some of their A2 and 2B likeness. A likeness that was, aside from the fact that they were both Asians with white hair, fantastic bottoms and moles under their lips, barely even notable anymore. To start with, Aclysia had always been cleaner than A2’s original, ‘damaged’ design. They were both the same height now, had butts that perfectly mirrored the other, wore outfits that were different, and were marked by several draconic features. The hair length and boob sizes were really all that remained of their borrowed designs.

“Actually, it kind of does,” he realized. “We’ll find a Perk to fix that. Don’t worry about it too much.”

Momo scoffed, “You just told Aclysia that she’s imperfect in your eyes, she’ll think about literally nothing else. Jerk.”

“Aclysia is perfect at any size,” John responded insistently. “It’s just a twin symmetry question. That’s a secondary level of attractiveness.”

“Thank you, Master,” Aclysia responded with a warm smile.

“We’ll be chasing a new Perk for all of you anyway, considering we need to get your Skill to max ASAP. I’m sure something will manifest on the way.”

“Why?” Nightingale asked.

“That’s how we think my powers work. It reacts to what I want and then creates options for me to get it. The whole thing is curated by Gaia, but she doesn’t actively control all of it. Too much work.” John was happy to reveal all of that to her. Certainly, of all potential partners that could have backstabbed him, Nightingale was the most likely. Not only did she have the influence to reach any other powerful guild on the planet, she was also able to manipulate information he got via Observe. With what she had risked and the obvious investment she had in Delicia, John’s paranoia was satisfyingly appeased to ignore this possibility.

“As I learn about you, the stranger you are revealed to be,” chuckled the goddess of the night.

“I hear that often,” John laughed.