Gamer’s Blessing

Just as his post-grind analysis ended, Moira pulled out the chair next to him and sat down. It didn’t escape John’s notice how close her legs were to his and, further still, how she leaned her upper body towards him. “Y-you said that the developer spoke to you, earlier,” the Warden began, her voice quiet and her eyes staring at him. “You’re in direct communion with... Gaia?”

“I guess so,” John shrugged. “Mostly she just gives me quests to complete or berates me.”

Honestly, John expected Moira to call him a liar again or just yell at him. She did neither, much to his surprise. Instead, when John met the Warden’s gaze, he found her eyes full of wonder and longing. After several moments, she seemed to startle out of her wonder and looked downwards in embarrassment. “That is… truly astounding,” she admitted, biting her lower lip.

“Aww, c’mon,” John laughed easily. “It can’t be that astounding, you’re her Warden after all.”

John had meant for that to be a compliment, but Moira shrunk back into the chair at his words. “I-I have not yet heard the Lady’s voice,” she replied, refusing to meet his gaze again. “I haven’t yet proven myself.”

“Oh…” John said dumbly.

“But you are amazing. Gaia chose you from among billions of other people to bless with powers that were unheard of until now. You’re confident, smart, kind… and worthy of the Lady’s attention,” Moira continued, a mix of admiration and glum dejection in her voice. “You’ve grown stronger in a matter of days, where it would take others years, but where others would lose themselves in ego, you remain noble and considerate of others. Honestly, John, I’m envious of you.”

John really didn’t feel worthy of that praise, making it frankly embarrassing to receive. He had decided to join the Abyss on the entirely egocentric reason of having his own harem; there was nothing noble or considerate about it.

“I don’t think I deserve those words, Moira,” John replied, putting a hand on hers and squeezing gently. “But you don’t have any reason to berate yourself like that. I know you’re wrong about not being worthy of Gaia. You’re her Warden, you must have her love, else why would she let you keep her blessing? Yes, it’s true that she speaks to me, but it’s not like she’s guiding me the whole time. It’s the opposite really; she remains silent when I need her most. I think she wants people to grow into their own person, learn to be themselves before they learn to be her soldier. The same goes for you.”

Moira didn’t reply immediately. Her eyes remained downcast as she mulled over his words. John gave her all the time she needed. Eventually, she looked up at him and smiled softly. “You’re probably right…” she admitted, her voice sounding relieved. “I’m sorry, John, it was unfair of me to burden you with my own insecurities… but thank you.”

“Moira,” John said seriously. “You did the same for me just this morning. We’re friends, it’s what we do for each other.”

“Friends…” Moira said under her breath, just quiet enough for John to properly hear what she said.

“Moira?” John asked as she fidgeted nervously in her chair.

He was caught off guard as she suddenly leant in to plant a kiss on his lips. Before John could properly react, she quickly pulled back. Her eyes bore longingly upon him, before sheepishly glancing over to where Red and Saccha were busy cooking in the kitchen.

John had told himself that very day he wouldn’t go for Moira, and he’d told Reginald that very same thing. Yet here he was, hours later, lips tingling, and body ignited with desire. He wanted her, and he could see the same desire reflected in her. John couldn’t resist the temptation. He leaned in, brushing aside loose strands of red hair that had fell across her eyes and passionately returning the surprising affection she’d displayed.

Moira moaned as their lips reconnected and melted into his embrace. All the little things were setting John’s body alight with arousal; the rosey fragrance of her perfume, the intermingling of their breath, the race of her heartbeat, and the radiating warmth of her body that risked burning him when their skin met.

Moira let out a started squeal as she looked past John and broke away from him. “I-I was just… I mean to say… your fae said…” she stuttered, looking like she was on the verge of tears.

John turned to see Red, who must have come out to set the table judging by the cutlery in her hand, watching them with an amused expression. “Oh, you don’t have to get a room or anything,” his girlfriend laughed while Moira panicked, swaying her hips as she walked over to them and pecked John on the cheek as she put down the cutlery. “Please, don’t stop on my account, you were just getting to the good bit.”

“I…” the Warden seemed to be at a loss for words, torn between desire and embarrassment. Flustered, she stood up, looking about ready to run away.

“Moira, calm down” Red laughed, taking the Warden’s hands in her own and pulling her close. “I’m not upset.” That being said, Red pressed her lips against Moira’s. The Warden seemed surprised at first but tentatively began to return Red’s passionate affection. Whether it was simply the sexual atmosphere or because she was genuinely attracted to his girlfriend, John didn’t know. “But I am really fucking wet,” Red continued after taking a breath, before sampling Moira once again by trailing her tongue along her bottom lip. Meanwhile, she guided the paladin’s hands between her legs and gently began to grind on them. “Mmm… see?”

John gazed upon the rapturous sight of his girlfriend making out with the redheaded paladin in awe. Not only did Moira seem to be more comfortable but confident too. She pushed her chest out as Red began to knead her breasts with one hand, while her other groped the redhead’s toned ass through the jeans she wore. Meanwhile, Moira’s fingers eagerly danced between Red’s legs, causing his girlfriend to let out an ectsatic moan. “You, ah! Have… experience with… girls?” she asked breathlessly.

Moira only smiled sheepishly in response before doubling down on her ministrations. While John was more than happy to marvel at the two girls making out, he was also keen to get back in on the action. Seemingly sensing this, Red winked at him before gently pushing Moira back down so that she was sitting in his lap.

John groaned as the bulge of his erection pressed against Moira’s regrettably clothed ass and desperately began to grind against her. The Paladin, just as into it as he was, craned her neck to meet him in another passionate kiss. Red grinned at the both of them, before she straddled Moira’s lap and joined them in a threeway kiss. Luckily, the chair was of a sturdy make and managed to hold all of them.

“What’s this?” Red frowned, her hand cupping something between Moira’s legs.

The Warden froze at Red’s question, her face paling as she clearly grew uncomfortable. “I-I’m sorry,” she said quickly, pushing Red off her and standing up. “I don’t know what came over me… I shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Were we moving too fast?” John asked, concerned they’d just completely screwed up any chances of a relationship with Moira.

“N-no, it was nothing you’ve done… I mean, I enjoyed it, but… I can’t,” Moira continued to weakly talk over herself. “I mean… I need time. I need to think and to process… this.”

She had barely finished before she fled, darting out the front door faster than John could tell her to slow down. “Should we go after her?” John asked, thoroughly befuddled by the sudden shift in atmosphere.

Red looked at the blank face of the front door with an expression of concern. “No… I think with her… problem, Moira needs time to herself,” she replied after a moment.

“Problem?” John asked as one of his greatest fears bubbled to the surface. “What exactly was it you found between her legs?” he asked. If there was one thing John was certain about, it was his heterosexuality, and while he did care about Moira, he would never be ready nor willing to delve down ‘that’ particular rabbit hole. Suffice to say, it would put his relationship with Moira in an awkward place.

“I think it was a chastity belt.”

“Oh thank christ…” John breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t know what he would have done if it had been the worst case scenario. “Wait, WHAT?!” he blurted as he fully registered what his girlfriend had said.