The First Harem Tournament 5 – Break Entertainment

“I can’t believe you’re doing this in public!” Delicia exclaimed. “How perverted can you get?!”

“He certainly is a depraved one…” Momo sneered.

“A Master as daring as they come,” Claire added with just a tinge of judgement in her tone. “Perfect as he is, he will come to realize that vaginal is the only proper way.”

Lee snorted in amusement, continuing to lick and worship his cock. The trio of unaware maids scoffed at being derided with amusement, but stayed their tongue of further comments for fear of bringing too much attention to themselves. They were playing their hypnotically induced parts very well.

John had done a little adjustment to the commands in place to see the anal taboo as much more severe than the oral one. That was for the simple reason that oral was so much more commonplace around here and, with the gradual intensifying of the taboo with each act witnessed, it would have gotten out of hand at some point. He also had added an exemption that it was only logical that licking pussies was completely okay.

That being said, watching Nia working Moira’s backdoor with a dildo was still too much for them. They only glanced over on occasion, blushed indignantly, then acted as if they weren’t interested at all.

Nia was enjoying her dominatrix session under the idea that ‘the essence of domming is that I get the most out of it’. “Keep licking,” she ordered in her near monotone voice, tinged by lust. “Serve your mistress.”

Moira did as ordered, her fingers pressing into Nia’s slender buttocks.

‘I am feeling slightly judgemental,’ John thought. It was obvious that this was just a small play for Nia. She was neither submissive nor dominant, so all that she knew about it was what she absorbed by watching. It was self-evident that it had been enough but that it also only went skin-deep. ‘This must be what it feels like judging friends who don’t like spicy food for their tastebuds.’

John shoved the light annoyance aside. He knew Nia was on the vanilla side, always had been and apparently always would be. She played along well enough. Not like Moira was the best subject to dom either. The redhead only had a basic submissive streak.

“So far we have a 100% loser rate among redheads,” Layla commented. “Coincidence?”

“Yes,” Beatrice confirmed.

“Mhm… hmmmm… mhm!” The reformed stalker hummed in a variety of teasing ways, all while continuing to watch Lee do her work. She was just squatting next to the Lady of Shifting Dimensions and watched.

‘I’m thinking about them more and more in their aristocratic titles,’ John caught himself. ‘Though I suppose that is appropriate. At our level of power, we should be using more unique titles. We’re not just technomancers, Fateweavers, alchemists or gamers anymore.’ “Layla?”

“Yes, my darling, my love, my mate, my Saint?” Layla rattled off a number of titles and she meant each of them, including the last one. Lorelei was nudging the brunette into the faith, though everyone around knew that this wasn’t because Layla had a particular respect for Gaia. “Want me to join?”

“I’m always happy to have you join, but…!” he had to add that last bit hastily, before she actually did it, “…first I have a question for you, so maybe don’t get your mouth full.”

“That you would even think about joining…!” Momo grumbled like a scandalized Victorian noblewoman.

“Can’t help but notice you’ve been watching this entire time,” Layla returned coldly.

“T-t-there’s no reason for that! Have a nice day!” Momo immediately walked away and the other two maids followed her example, trying and failing to be covert. Interested, John kept a look at their surface thoughts.

‘This is such a hot scenario!’ he caught Delicia thinking, then it and similar thoughts were quickly smothered by her hypnosis. Even as suggestible as they were, the knowledge in their subconscious that this was all a play did bubble up occasionally during longer commands like this. An inevitability of this being just hypnosis, not actual mind control.

Well, they still wouldn’t break out of it unless he released them or they genuinely got sick of it, so this was the best of all worlds as far as John was concerned.

“Do you have a noble title you want?” John posed his question. “Since you have a Guild Hall and you do technically have an imperial heir growing inside you…”

“Nothing technical about that!” Layla proudly pushed out her belly. “It’s just reality!”

John smiled happily, looking at the womb tattoo and all that it had come to mean. “It really is,” he agreed, dreamily. “Aaaaahhhh, it should be illegal to be this happy!”

“Yeah, I agree, you’re way too lucky, dude!” Lee said that, but she still kept licking his shaft. “Fortunately for you, you cum orgasm juice.”

That really was fortunate for him, but a distraction from the question. “Since you are founding an imperial house,” John continued on, “you should have a title. We also need to workshop house crests and mottos at some point, but a title will suffice for now.”

Layla hummed.

Lee said, “How about ‘Crazy Stab Lady’?”

Layla grabbed the back of the jokester’s head and womanhandled her to deepthroat their man. The coy squeak of false resistance immediately made room for fluttering lids. “Bratty holes get stuffed,” the reformed stalker hissed with played anger.

Momo returned to the room, gasped scandalously, and stormed back out, hips swinging.

John followed the entire scene with a grin. He rested his cheek on the knuckles of his left hand. “So?” he asked.

“Still thinking…” Layla drawled, partially mesmerized by the ease at which she could use Lee as a living sex toy to ‘masturbate’ him with. “…I do want to be the all-around helper for everyone… but I won’t pretend I am a maid or a servant, so anything like ‘Servant of the Harem’ sounds wrong…”

“Also we use Imperial Choir for the harem in official things,” John added to her thoughts. “More and more unofficial things as well, if we’re being honest.”

“It just has that personal touch!” Layla exclaimed with a wide smile. “Nothing against the word harem or polygyny or anything like it, but all of those are generalized. The Imperial Choir isn’t just any harem, it's our harem and it is very specific with expectations of its members, right?”

“Right,” John wholeheartedly agreed.

“So ‘Something-Something of the Imperial Choir’ would work… I was about to suggest First Voice, but that’s too close to Jane’s title…. Speaker is also a bit too… leader-ly.”

“Herald?” John suggested.

“Herald!” Layla all but slammed Lee’s head down, forcing her nose against his groin. “Genius!” she complimented him, while moving the objectified submissive in little circles. “Cum for me, perfect man, you deserve it!” Bending down, she kissed and licked his balls, giving the final impulse needed for them to tighten.

For a moment, John’s mind was at peace, consisting only of white lightning and the ecstasy coursing through his nerves. That thoughtless moment was gone quickly, followed by a return of the mind amidst lingering, gradually fading bliss.

“Every last drop, down your gullet…” Layla’s hiss joined her fingers in coaxing every last microsecond of delight out of Lee’s orgasm, “…feel all of that superior seed pool inside you… Oh, it’s making you cum so much, isn’t it? Of course, it is… when Master fills you up, all a good girl can do is feel sooooooo full of love…. Ahh!”

The brunette moaned aloud, having talked herself into lowering her mental barriers enough that she came from… what exactly? ‘Is she climaxing from sensing me cum inside another woman?’ John theorized, his cock twitching intensely at the suggestion. ‘That can’t be…’ He crossed eyes with Layla, witnessing the depth of her depravity. ‘…No, that’s totally what’s happening. Wow.’ “You may not have thought it initially, but you are basically built to be a haremette.”

“I do wonder if we should find a specific word for ‘haremette’ as well,” Layla thought aloud, while pulling Lee up john’s length. The bratty Fateweaver turned cockglove kept sucking the entire way up, her cheeks remaining caved-in until the seal broke. “Any specific words for members of a choir?” Layla asked, then pressed her lips on Lee’s, eager to taste every remnant of the blowjob in her fellow love’s mouth.

“Voice would work on paper. Awkward when spoken though.” John gave it a test in his mind. ‘My Voice was… nope, nope, nope, definitely does not work. Any other music related terms that could work?’ His brain did a quick whirl through the English dictionary and immediately slotted onto a much better term. “Harmonia?”

Layla’s lips parted from Lee’s with a last smack. “Harmonia!” she exclaimed. “Oh, that’s just perfect! It’s almost spelled with ‘harem’ in there as well!”

“Haremonia…” John tried that, then shook his head. “No, doesn’t quite roll off the tongue and distracts from the point.”

Lee came out of her post-orgasmic haze with the kind of snort only someone with a very stupid joke on their mind could produce. Without warning, she raised her right hand so her palm shielded her partially turned face. “Haremette of John Newman’s harem,” she said in a dismissive tone, before shifting to a way happier body language. With her left hand, she pointed at nothing besides her, her head tilted back, her already broad smile reaching the pinnacle of possible amusement. “Harmonia of the Imperial Choir…!” She barely managed to get that out before proverbially laughing her ass off.

John and Layla were left a bit befuddled.

“Oh, come on!” Lee groaned when they didn’t get their joke. “Where is…?” she looked around, then just swiped John’s phone off his armrest. She closed the remote-control vibrator app, then John cut his technomatic connection with the device. He didn’t want the surprise spoiled.

After a moment of navigating the internet and punching in some text, she turned the phone around to show both John and Layla the spawn of her internet-rotted mind.

Whenever one was presented with a joke like this, there were only two viable paths the brain could take. Either exquisite amusement or the kind of groan that fuelled the jokester anyway. John and Layla both chose the latter in this case.

Lorelei suddenly appeared by their side. “This is splendid!” she decried, her voice raised so loudly that the previously private talk between the three of them grabbed the attention of the entire room. Only Nia struggled a bit to pay attention, what with her temporary sex slave having done her utmost to keep her cumming. “May I have everyone’s attention?” Lorelei almost danced on the spot, something made especially alluring by her choice of skin-tight nun’s clothes. She was out of the chastity belt (for the next nine months), but she wasn’t dropping any habits.

Her words quieted the last conversations around and the entire Imperial Choir listened. The entire Imperial Choir sans Fianna, which was a fact that Lorelei had already fixed. ‘Seems like she had a little vision,’ John guessed, looking at the hovering Harem Comms screen beside Duchess Varnik. “What just happened?” Jane asked.

“An idle chat between our Saint and our newest member has borne sacred fruit.” Lorelei clasped her hands in prayer. “If I may remind, I was unsatisfied with the term ‘sister-wife’ in the past due to its simplicity.”

“I remember,” Nightingale spoke, a few others muttered and nodded along. It wasn’t because they had disagreed with her that they stuck to that traditional term anyhow – it was just that they hadn’t been able to think of anything better. “After, we established the term Imperial Choir.”

“Which has now returned to blossom into a gorgeous rose!” Layla extolled in religious rapture.

‘This is one of the moments where I remember she is definitely among my crazy ones,’ the Gamer thought.

“In reference to the title of our blessed institution, by inspiration of Layla…”

“…the Herald of the Imperial Choir,” the reformed stalker threw in, grinning at the harem with her cheek against John’s dick.

“The Herald of the Imperial Choir!” Lorelei repeated the newest harem member’s title approvingly. “By her inspiration, John has found the title Harmonia for us of the Imperial Choir.!”

The word was on everyone’s lips within a moment as they both tested it for themselves and whispered about it with whoever they sat closest to. “Harmonia,” Nia said loudly, now standing. “It has gravitas.”

“It certainly beats ‘haremette’ in terms of being fucking unique.” Salamander’s tail smacked the side of her chair. “Not sure if I like it more in casual conversation.”

Hands folded atop the salver she carried in front of her at basically all times, Aclysia took a half step forwards. “I’m not sure how that replaces sister-wife.”

“My Sister-Harmonia,” Lorelei intonated slowly. “My Harmonia, listen. Beloved Harmonia, dear Harmonia, cherished Harmonia, Choral Harmonias, Voices of my Heart!”

“…She may be cray-cray,” Sylph said, “but she’s right. All of that has so much more power than ‘sister-wife’.”

“Alrighty!” Jane said. “As Foremost Voice of the Imperial Choir, I hereby call a vote on using ‘Harmonia’ to refer to each other. This ain’t a vote to never use sister-wife or haremette ever again, though, because habit and they’re still nice words and bla-bla.”

“Spoken like an empress,” Lee teased.

“Shaddup.”

Siena produced a husky giggle. “Where are all your other titles, Foremost Voice?”

“I didn’t want to get interrupted 20 times!” Jane shot back. “Now, vote. All those in favour?” Jane’s hand went up and so did everyone else’s with minimal delay. “Unanimously adopted – members of the harem are now called Harmonia. Ehtra, ya draft an internal memo for the ministries. Layla, since ya want to be the herald, I’ll put ya in charge of writing the public announcement.” She gave the reformed stalker a long stare. “If you’re having an episode during this, it’ll reflect poorly on all of us.”

“I understand and I’ll dress it up nice and normal!” Layla assured, still nuzzling John’s manhood.

‘Amusing that the one most openly crazy is the one that’s supposed to speak for my harem now,’ he thought to himself. ‘Though I can see it working very well. She’s very used to pretending to be normal, so that probably helps with public relations. Layla will talk to the public at large, Nightingale speaks to the elite, Ehtra speaks to the bureaucracy, that works pretty well.’

“Guess that now makes me First of the Harmonia,” Jane said. “Definitely has a ring to it that’s better than ‘First of the Harem’.”

“The wonders of Latin,” John remarked.

“How about ‘Prima Harmonia’?” Nia suggested.

Hailey clicked her tongue. “Ain’t sayin’ that don’t sound sweet as roses, hon’, but that’s a mite too Lat’n, if’n I may say,” the country gal drawled. “’Specially with Rome still bein’ ‘round and all, feels like we gotta set us apart, if ya catch my drift?”

“Yeah, I am with Hailey here,” John said. “American culture coming from Europe and all of that makes avoiding Latin words impossible. Still, there is a difference between using Latin a lot and only where it is natural. Harmonia is exactly the word we want, but ‘Prima’ or ‘First’ makes little difference.”

With nothing else to discuss on that topic, all of the Harmonia of the Imperial Choir returned to their individual talks.

Right up until the next fight was slated to begin.