It’s not all about the Gamer

John really appreciated having his EXP gain reduced to 0%.

A bunch of opportunities suddenly fell to the wayside, allowing him to relax in full. No longer was there the nagging insistence he ran an Instant Dungeon between paperwork engagements. No longer did he have to wonder if there was a Quest out there to do. No longer did he need to have sex to max out the Experience of Love for the day!

Instead, he had sex because it felt great.

The EXP dropping to 0% didn’t actually change that much. John had come to terms years ago with the fact that he had to balance having all of these opportunities to improve with the fact that he was still human. He COULD grind dungeons 16 hours, 7 days a week, but that was not a life worth living. He just wasn’t adrenaline junkie enough for that level of stress.

Lust was his vice, as Eliana could attest.

John was treating himself and her to the one-man triple penetration. His real body was pounding her from behind, Master Stud activated so both front and back entrance were getting the full penetrative treatment. The pretty little psycho was a hanging bridge between himself and himself. Limbs all tangled up in bondage ropes that kept her suspended ass up and tits dangling. The Creator Puppet pounded her mouth mercilessly.

GLACK! PLAP! GLACK! PLAP! GLACK!

The duality of sharp sounds echoed in the room almost uncontested. John’s groans were quiet additions, while Eliana was almost entirely silent. He had fucked the last breath out of her lungs minutes ago. A regular woman would have passed out already. This piece of bred meat just kept squirting all over the floor of the Sex Dungeon.

That inhumanly pale body was just too gorgeous. Obscenely stretched holes massaged the length of his cocks with orgasmic spasms. Purplish lips were largely obscured by the white froth of the previous two loads mixing with her saliva. Gooey strands dangled from chin and cunt. Her ass and thighs rippled with each hard impact on her wide hips. Moderately sized breasts swung back and forth with the whole of her, the alternating thrusts of the two bodies keeping her in a constant state of being penetrated.

John held her by her waist and by her throat. Each time he plunged into her, her slender neck bulged to accommodate his girth. Another intense climax made her tense inside the bindings. The reinforced fibres creaked, barely able to contain her might. The vice grip of her holes was too much for him.

“Here comes… the last one!” John roared, already sheathing himself inside all three of her holes. Like the sex slave she had elected to be, she was pumped full without a shred of hesitation. There was only them and the moment. Spurt after spurt after spurt of thick, hot semen flooded her stomach, her asshole and her pussy.

John pulled out of her ruined holes, leaving her tongue lolling out of her mouth and her lower holes gaping, a half-litre of cum finally given space to escape her.

‘Really happy about that auto-clean function,’ John had a post-nut-clarity thought, watching the excess of his spunk hit the floor mats and then, gradually, disappear into nothingness.

Carefully, he lowered the mind broken cocksleeve to the ground and undid the binding. Eliana was still twitching and grinning, blissfully unaware of anything around her. She was so vulnerable, so ready to be fucked again, that John could not help himself. Seven minutes of mating press later, he dumped yet another load into her.

‘God, she is gorgeous,’ John thought, marvelling at the twitching set of holes. He staggered to his feet. That last orgasm had been so good he had lost feeling in his toes for a bit. It returned to him by the time he reached the hose in the corner of the room. He made sure the water came out nicely warm before directing the stream of water at the sweat-drenched cumdump.

Hosing her down turned her from a total mess to a soaked mess, which was a slight upgrade. It also pulled her out of the post-orgasmic trance enough to sit up, letting John give her a nice scrubbing with a sponge. Treating her like an animal that needed grooming was one of their many ‘easing out’ rituals.

After the washing came the drying, using fluffy towels and enchanted heat crystals. John spritzed her with lavender scented oils, working them into her skin. Muscles weary from constant spasming were worked into a doughy state of relaxation.

By the time he was done with her, Eliana was ready to fall asleep. John let her do so only after she took one of the alchemical pills Delicia had made for events like this. He did take his own alchemical supplement to add to the already multiple beneficial effects his semen had from his Perks. Still, after a thorough fucking like this, it was best to be doubly sure Eliana was hydrated and had the necessary nutrients in her system to refill her chemical reserves.

John was blessed with means to spare his women the sub-drop. He would employ them thoroughly. Seeing that even a woman like Scarlett could be brought to unrelenting tears had left a mark.

He was under no illusions that he would see similar scenes soon, though for entirely different reasons. Women’s hormones went crazy during pregnancy and no one in the harem was willing to meddle with that. They all knew the horror story of medication meant to alleviate morning sickness leading developmental complications. In a process as complicated as forming a new life, it was best to let the process that had developed through evolutionary iteration do as much of the work as possible.

‘Makes me wonder how those not biological will be affected,’ John thought. ‘Considering that they echo human behaviours in most other ways, it’s pretty likely that hormonal shifts will also be simulated in one way or another.’

John hoped he would be spared scenes like finding Eliana mindlessly sobbing because she was drinking the wrong brand of orange juice… but when one man impregnated seven women at once, he did not have the room to complain about being subjected to moodiness.

The Gamer lay on his back on a blanket he had spread on a dry part of the Sex Dungeon’s floor, Eliana resting her head on his shoulder, her even breathing proof that she was fast asleep. Commonly, she would wake up in fifteen to thirty minutes (weighted towards the lower end). After short-circuiting her brain with pleasure, she needed a reboot more than rest. The blood mage could withstand a whole lot more than that.

Waiting for her to wake up gave him plenty of time to consider the next nine months and then the next eighteen years of his life. ‘I’ll have to live quite selflessly,’ he thought, something that met little to no resistance inside him. He had braced himself for becoming a father months ago. This was exactly what he wanted – to care for his women and his children.

And for this next bit, he was taking a step back.

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“Everyone satisfied?” John asked. “Think you can survive the next four days?”

“Dude, we aren’t THAT addicted to sex.” Lee rolled her eyes.

Nightingale chuckled behind a raised wing. “Your absence will be notable,” she said. “Though we will not be celibate.”

“Good,” John encouraged. “It is known that lesbomancy is the strongest magic to tie a harem together.”

That got a good laugh out of the gathered women. Lydia and Lu Zhi had left shortly after the lunch the previous day. Everyone else was present for the departure.

They were gathered up on the Abyssal side of the Eureka airport. It had taken a substantial amount of funds and the kind of contract John did not like handing out (a 20 year, state-guaranteed monopoly), but they had ensured that there was proper aviary mobility in the area.

Not that it was too important for them. The group would travel on the Wings of Servitude, piloted by Claire. Rocking up with that flying palace was a declaration of Fusion’s wealth. Also, courtesy of its mana engine, it wasn’t like they were burning costly fuel for it. The thing served no one by sitting around.

Its size also had the added benefit that they could transport the entirety of the support staff alongside the Harmonia. Sending a second plane along would have been slightly awkward.

“Well… let’s not delay this any longer.” John stepped forwards to engage the lengthy separation ritual that accompanied each split in the Imperial Choir that lasted several days. It was a simple one: he and every Harmonia that stayed each kissed those that left. Sheer numbers turned this into a multi-minute affair, by the end of which everyone felt a little more ready to say goodbye. “Remember: do things I wouldn’t do. I’m sending you because I trust in your unique abilities.”

“You’re such a fucking moron,” Eliana threw back at him, bunching the front of her dress. It was one of many additions to her wardrobe that she had commissioned when she resolved to aim for a shift in her priorities. Its purple matched the brilliance of her eyes wonderfully.

‘To think the woman who once refused to wear more than a leather bra and a robe would put on a noble dress like that of her own volition,’ the Gamer thought.

Eliana slowly turned around. Her first step was the initiation for her five companions. “Were you all waiting for me, you flurpos?”

“You’re the leader of this diplomatic mission,” Nightingale reminded.

“What is a flurpo?” Lyndell asked.

“Our lovable Eliana is making up slurs,” Layla explained.

The trio was almost as finely dressed as the main envoy. All of them had dresses of equal quality and decoration, but they were coming along to support, not to compete. Lee had not bothered to even put on a dress, she wore the usual jeans and t-shirt combination of a gamer girl. Claire wore her usual maid uniform.

A whole arsenal of other outfits was onboard and Fianna had already moved on over to ensure nothing bad was afoot.

Eliana climbed the stairs of the plane first. Claire was second, hasting out of the daylight, then Lyndell, Nightingale, Lee and, with a final glance back, Layla. Soon, the entrance door closed and the remnant of the rest of the Imperial Choir cleared the area.

They walked back to the stretch limo that had brought them to the airport. The IBMA wasn’t up yet, so he couldn’t just put a teleporter by the airport yet. Not that the drive was terribly long.

“So, what are your plans for the next couple of days?” Jane asked.

“Nothing much,” John answered. “I’ll just do emperor things. Talk to some important people, walk around, look good, make sure everything stays running, that sort of thing.” He put his arms around Undine and Salamander, enjoying the duality of cool and hot tits pressing against him. ‘If only Undine matched…’

‘Done,’ the slime lady spoke to his thoughts, her breasts swelling in size until she was Salamander’s perfect match.

“That’s cheating,” Salamander declared. “True size only!”

“He wanted it,” Undine responded calmly, nuzzling against John’s side. “Why should I not take advantage of my shapeshifting?”

“Why shouldn’t she indeed!” John agreed, squeezing the (also perfectly matched) rears of the water and fire spirit. Undine stopped her mimicry at that level though, leaving only one tail to coil around his arm.

“How do ya feel, not doing anything?” Jane asked.

“Like a lesson given to me by a certain skeleton god is sticking,” John gave his immediate response. “Enough in the world is about me and I certainly left my mark on it. I’m fine with having a couple of weeks in my life where people aren’t all looking at me when asking themselves what’s going to happen next.” He looked out of the window, watching the California landscape drift on by. “It’s been two years of me being the heart of the global news cycle. I am sure everyone is happy to read about someone else mixing things up for a change.”