Collide Gamer

They kept on talking and cuddling, cuddling and talking, for hours and hours. Sometimes the flatscreen was used to put on a movie or video, but that rarely maintained main show power. Chatter was constant and there was so much to talk about. From dusk til dawn, they conversed about all the little and large things that good friends did. As much as the current haremettes were accepting the new ones, and as much as the current haremettes knew each other, a steady stream of talks like this was necessary.

Strong bonds could be forged via a few intense meetings, certainly. Much more reliable was to have talks and shared events that were individually inconsequential but mounted up to a wealth of intertwined experiences. Little bits of knowledge that nobody else could have ever guessed were also accrued that way. John learned that Nightingale had an absurd dislike of smooth chocolate bars. It was an obviously overemphasized part of herself, played up like his own dislike of certain video game characters or genres, but it was also a genuine fact. Through a shared dinner, he also discovered that Claire was rapidly developing a taste for tomatoes.

How greatly did such things matter? Fully depended on the circumstances. Such information was useful when picking a gift. On a day-to-day basis, the sole use of such tidbits was for jokes. Jokes were another thing that helped a lot when it came to a group, especially a large one, socializing. One of the premiere reasons why the harem was as successful as it was, John was reasonably certain of it, was due to the willingness of all its members to banter. Even Nathalia and Siena, the most prideful of the bunch, could take a couple of verbal punches in good humour.

They kept on talking, from dusk til dawn and past that. It was well into the morning hours when the first of them threw in the towel and just flattened on the couch. Over the next two hours, the rest of them followed. What had started as a slumber party of sorts had become a total derailment of everyone’s sleep rhythm.

John was one of the last to go to sleep and one of the first to wake up. Stretching, he looked around. The maids were missing, as was Momo. A quick mental investigation revealed them to be at their various jobs. ‘Don’t even bother coming to the office today,’ the sassy maid called him out when she noticed him in touch with her thoughts.

‘Let me guess, you want to worship me in peace?’ he teased her.

A bright red, like a ripe cherry, cascaded through their mental connection. A flawed description, since he wasn’t actually seeing anything at the moment. It was just that feeling of standing in a room of that colour, at a pleasing, spring-like warmth. ‘I’ll insult my dildo so hard you will feel it!’

‘So you are going to think about me when you masturbate in your office?’

‘Can you not be a perv for like 20 seconds?’

‘You’re too smart to make verbal blunders like these if you didn’t enjoy me calling you out on them.’

‘Harumph!’ The overplayed offended sound offered nothing in terms of refutation. ‘Anyway, don’t come into work today. I want to take care of all of this today.’

‘As you wish, my bratty workaholic.’

‘Say how thankful you are for having me.’

John stopped for a moment to gather the appropriate seriousness. ‘I’m beyond grateful that I have such a brilliant woman like you in my life. You make every day easier, at home or at work, and I don’t think I or Fusion would function as well as we do without you. I love you.’

‘…W-well… as long as we agree on that!’ Momo responded in a high-pitched voice and then suddenly cut the connection.

‘God, I really love my fairy,’ John thought as he carefully freed himself from the embrace of Nightingale’s feathers. There were only two states the Gamer could be in first thing in the morning and which one it was could reliably be gauged by whether or not he had an erection. With a flaccid penis, he made his way to the bathroom.

Where he caught a pretty little psycho occupying his target. They were obviously well past the point in their relationship where either of them would be bothered by such incidents, so John closed the door behind himself. “Morning, Eliana.” He went to the sink and pulled a toothbrush plus paste from his inventory.

“How do you fucking know which of the two and a half whores you’re talking to?”

“Intuition,” he answered truthfully. After wetting it, he put paste on the toothbrush. “How’re you feeling?” The question preceded him putting the cleaning utensil in his mouth. “Ahnd why’re youh peeihng ahnwayh?”

“I’m feeling like an emotionally worn-out cocksleeve that hasn’t even been filled like the fucking tool it is. Otherwise… fine?” Eliana ripped a few pieces of toilet paper off and dried off the remains. “And… fuck it, I don’t even know why I’m wasting my time pissing when I could just regulate this shitty body with magic. Makes me feel human or some dumbass reason like that. Laugh if you want.”

John said nothing, only patted her head while he brushed his teeth with the other hand. After a few seconds she got up, flushed, and John got the opportunity to sit down in her stead.

Eliana was washing her hands and cackled when glancing over to him. The typical, insane grin was stretching her lips to their attractive limit. One had to have a face built for a smile like that. “You are so fucking weird. Who brushes their fucking teeth while sitting on the toilet?”

“It shavesh tihme,” John justified, while emptying his bladder. “Not like theresh any contact between my hahnd and the toihlet.”

“Fuck off with your logic, piss-brushing weirdo.”

John just shook his head, worried he might start drooling peppermint flavoured saliva all over himself if he kept on talking. Instead, he focused on finishing up in both aspects. The moment he had washed out his toothbrush, Eliana took it from him. “Oh, so it’s weird when I brush my teeth while sitting on the toilet, but a communal toothbrush is completely okay?”

“By the end of the day, I’ll have guzzled down like a litre of your baby batter anyway, because that’s the kind of slut I am.” She started brushing her teeth. “There’sh notshing in your fucking boahdy that won’t end up in mine.”

“Your teeth are as hard as Mithril so… well, I suppose you will give me the same answer as for the peeing question.”

“I like tashting like peppermint, cockwaffle.”

“Fair enough,” John surrendered that line of argument. His eyes were glued to her ass and thighs. He was tempted to bend her over. A couple hours of talking and sleep were between him and that state of satisfaction he and the harem had reached last night. It was a wonder it had lasted so far.

Eliana turned her upper body to look at him. Her round bottom remained in perfect position to be taken advantage of. Those incredible thighs of hers, so thick they bordered on disproportionate, naturally aroused him. Although tinted in a blueish, purplish way, her smooth, pale skin nevertheless looked healthy and attractive. John brushed over her shoulder, felt the warmth, and played with the azure tips of her hair. As he followed it upwards, around the neckline, it suddenly turned simple white.

The brushing had slowed now. Observing him, the pretty little psycho was obviously waiting for him to take any sort of initiative. A masochistic submissive of the most extreme variety, waiting for her Master to make the first move was her natural inclination. That being said, she had described herself as an unused cocksleeve not five minutes earlier. She was not shy about what she wanted.

Which was all the more reason to deny it to her for a little while.

“I’m going to hop in the shower,” he told Eliana, backing off. He gave her butt a casual smack in parting. The reaction was a deeply satisfying mixture of despairing cry and painful indulgence.

John went into the shower and was joined by the submissive bundle of issues not a minute later. He tried to keep his cock from growing rigid, but even he did not have that level of willpower. Although erect, he did nothing overly sexual. He helped Eliana clean herself and copped a feel here and there, but he did not finger her, did not tease her nipples and did not move his dick anywhere close to penetration.

Because, as much as his body desired to pump her full of cum, watching her become more and more desperate was so incredibly entertaining. Eliana was never shy about her desires anyway, so she twisted and turned her way into various inviting poses. Openly, she grinded against him, using her entire body to slather him with soap. Only his reprimanding glare prevented her from openly begging and working his cock. She knew what game they were playing. It was one where she kept losing until he decided they both won.

“Fuck you,” she said when they left the shower.

“What for, my sweet little Eliana?” he asked teasingly and grabbed a towel. Pressing her lips together, she refused to answer. He towelled her down head to toe, watching her excited breathing. He hadn’t done anything overly sexual to her – except to crank up her sensitivity to the maximum. Just soft cloth brushing over her nipples must have put her close to the edge.

John was not sure if she was fortunate or unfortunate for not having brought a change of clothes to this apartment. Whether it was worse to have leather rubbing against her private parts or feel the air brushing over them was up for debate. Fact was that John would have kept her on edge either way.

They quietly entered the living room and found everyone still asleep. Rather than stay in the silence or nudge them awake, John decided to leave a written note telling Nightingale he would be back in the evening. Then he and Eliana set out.

The moment the door closed behind them, the pretty little psycho started openly panting. Her legs were wobbling every other step, and whenever she started to gain some sort of control, John brought her right back up to the edge with a smack to her sensitive ass.

A particularly intense spanking made her stumble three steps forwards. Her knees nearly met, her hands were raised and clawed at the air, and pussy juice dripped down the insides of her already glistening thighs. She was obviously struggling to keep herself from finishing herself off. And she gasped. So delightfully, despairingly, she gasped.

Suddenly, John grabbed her by her hair and shoved her against the wall. Shouting, she raised her ass as high as she could in invitation. John shoved two fingers into her eagerly awaiting cunt and counted down. “Three…” Eliana was having clear issues holding on even that long and moaningly inhaled through clenched teeth. “Two…” He fingered her at an incredible speed, feeling her pussy juices drench his digits. “One…” Eliana trembled, her entire body at the very edge of what it could endure. “Cum.”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH-aaa…?” Eliana let out a prolonged scream that very abruptly collapsed into a disappointed mewl. John had given her an orgasm – only to take it away with sensitivity control.

Her ability to orgasm was sealed, her sensitivity reduced all the way to half of what she normally had, and yet she was still panting. The psychological torture he was putting her through did more to her than this little bit of physical teasing. “Clean this up,” he ordered her and presented his wet fingers to her. Well-trained sub that she was, she cleaned them with obedient licks.

Taking the lead, he guided her to a nearby door and entered the summoning room within. Just a few days ago, it had been nothing but a barren concrete hall with the elemental circles carved into the floor. Its purpose had been restrained to summoning and dismissing the elementals, whenever appropriate.

Now it resembled a mixture between lounge and bedroom. The summoning circles were made from metal wires of the respective elemental domains, each of them conserved in a flat slab of glass. All six of them were in the ground right by the wall, leaving the rest of the room to be filled with a tiny kitchen, a couch and armchairs with a table and small flatscreen, and a queen-sized bed.

John knelt down by the water circle and closed his eyes. Energy rose from his soul and liquified to his senses. Water rushed by his ears. Surrounded his body. An invitation was in the movement, to shift his awareness to a different plane. All he needed to do was to leave his physical form behind and give all of his senses to the gentle cold around him.

Minorly, he obliged. The awareness of where his hand was separated from the physical location, and he reached out into the vast expanse of the elemental plane of water. His hand found another and he yanked it back.

A geyser of slime nearly hit the ceiling. Its source was abruptly cut off, causing the bottom and the top to rubberband. They met in the centre, hovering for a split second while the forces cancelled each other out. Then the ball of unsteady goo dropped and flattened on the floor.

“Uuuurrgghhhhhhhh.” Undine’s crystal-clear voice was distorted by stress. The blue pancake spread out further. Only the centre of itself pulled together into a bulb. Features of her elegant face and long hair were modelled from the formless mass, tinting the blackish blue slime in the process. Black swirls formed first on her face and spread out in a line over the running surface. Even if not in her typical hourglass curves, her body was her body. Undine opened her golden eyes and looked between John and Eliana. “Thank you for the company.”

“I take it you are still being left alone?” the Gamer asked.

“Alone, yet closely watched by presences just outside my periphery.” Alongside a long sigh, she tilted her head. The back of it fused with the rest of her slime, practically leaving only her face to distinguish her from a basic video game enemy. “Is my torment ending tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” John promised. Tomorrow the first bit of his debuff would be lifted and then Undine could properly rest somewhere less stressful. “Until then… want to torture Eliana with me while I relieve you of some stress?”

Undine rapidly gathered herself into her proper shape.

“You two can go fuck yourse-“

“Shut up,” John interrupted her and heard her teeth clack with immediate obedience. He pointed at one of the armchairs, turned perfectly to watch the bed from. “Sit down over there.” While Eliana followed the command, he gently took Undine’s hand. “Shall we?”

He pounded her for the entirety of her stay.