The Gamer Chapter 2186 – The First Harem Tournament 24 – Sitting Back

“Ah… HARDER!”

Red hair pulled taut, the hand gripping Moira’s ponytail drew back until her glazed, green eyes came into view. Lids fluttered each time her body shook. Fingers pressed into the little cushion at the flare of her hips, a soft spot among the hardened peaks and valleys of the warrior-saint.

“Lady… you did craft this cock… to ruin me!”

John kept driving into her stretched asshole. The universal tightness pressed down on him. Her sphincter clenched and relaxed without rhythm. On every swing, his heavy testicles smacked against the naughty paladin’s virgin pussy and the chin of the feline Lightbearer that shoved her tongue into it.

The dual stimulation was barely enough to slake Moira’s thirst. His hands were flat against the stone wall right beside the entrance. The discarded racing suit pooled at her feet, getting more and more stained with the juices gushing from her cunt.

John groaned, a traitorous sound to all his Harmonia. “Not inside me!” Moira exclaimed. Reflexively, he released her head, allowing the Warden to glide off his cock. She dropped to her knees, whirling around in the same motion.

Large breasts squished against John’s back. “I may be of assistance,” Lorelei whispered, already reaching around and stroking the length of his cock. Too close to formulate a coherent thought, John just let his control slip. His field of view narrowed and blurred. His balls tightened. Long jets of thick white spurted out, raining down on Moira and Jane.

Cheek to cheek, mouths open, they were covered in the absurdly huge load. It marked colourful hair, shiny skin and plush lips. Moira let out a depraved giggle, tilting her head back to let his seed cover her shapely breasts. Her own hands spread the sticky essence all over the twin mounds. She pulled on her hard nipples and watched the last few drops dribble to the floor.

After a couple of heated breaths, Moira suddenly gulped. A deep, crimson blush crept up her neck, going all the way up to her hairline. “I-I’ll go take a shower!” she stammered.

‘Moira gets really horny after races, noted,’ John thought. ‘I don’t think she was this pliable even after the Rose did its thing…’ He shook his head and dispensed with the thought. ‘I’ll talk with her later if this was too far. Seemed to be a new experience for her as well.’

He walked over to where three ‘mortified’ maids sat. Momo, Claire and Delicia had all elected to sit at the perfect viewing angle. His approach prompted them to act in accordance with their current programming. “That was so disgusting!” Delicia was the first one to exclaim. “You like putting your dick in filthy places like that?”

“And now he’s going to make us clean him up,” Momo groaned.

“The deviancy…” Claire shook her head.

“Well, you are right on one front. Delicia, you clean me.”

“Urgh, fine!” The shortstack glided out of her seat, squatting on the floor in front of him. Nose wrinkled, she pulled a steamed towel out of her inventory. Immediately after she had given his manhood a thorough wiping, she asked, “Need me to wrap my tits around your horny rod next, Master?”

“Delicia!” “Oh my…!” the other two maids exclaimed in aroused horror.

“What?” The bratty maid smirked knowingly at the other two. “Tit jobs are a perfectly acceptable form of sex.” They and John all went quiet for a second as they digested that fact. “That’s right, seethe, flatties! Bwahahaha!”

“Yeah, well, some of us are just built to be cumdumps for Master, I guess!” Momo countered.

“That’s not an insult!” Claire exclaimed.

“”Yes, it is!”” the two sass-blasters insisted.

“Just get those tits around my dick already,” John ordered.

“Yeah, yeah.” Delicia maintained her moody words even as her body moved eagerly. Enormous breasts, cupped and squished, spilled all over his groin, drowning his cock in female flesh until only the head barely poked out. A remnant of suppressed instinct made the alchemist open her mouth. She stopped short of sucking on the tip.

“Aha!” Momo declared. “I knew you were a pervert.”

“So daring,” Claire said, voice ringing with barely restrained lust. “So servile. So submissive. To even try to enact such a debauched thing for our Master… it’d be worthy of praise were it not so… unacceptable.”

“S-shut up!” Delicia tried to find a good retort, but the combined chatter of the other two kept her from getting a word in.

“The humiliation she suffered at my hands must have broken something in her.”

“It is understandable, really. If there is a man to forego all decency for, it’s certainly John.”

“Psh, that slightly hung, slightly handsome, slightly smart doofus?”

“Yes, he is quite hung, handsome and erudite.”

“Careful,” John warned them all. “I might be tempted to order all three of you to put those tongues to better use.”

“””Ah…””” the trio moaned simultaneously at the mere suggestion, then blushed deeply.

“I-I have more stuff to check!” Momo exclaimed.

“Q-quite!” Claire joined in the stammer and in shooting to her feet.

Delicia lacked any such excuse. While two hypnotized maids stormed away, the third continued to massage his shaft with those huge tits. Pliable meat shifted around his manhood, the living furnace of alchemy secreting a watery oil that mixed with his precum, lubricating the entire endeavour.

“They were in a hurry.” John watched Claire turn the corner with a last swinging step. “None of them are watching now.”

“…And…?” Delicia asked.

“And I know what you want.” Fingers curled into her messy bob cut. Gentle pressure moved her head down. Blue eyes slowly wandered upwards, maintaining a progressively disbelieving stare. Her lips parted. Her spoken words brushed over the precum-coated head of his cock.

“This is so wrong…” she swooned.

“But it feels so right, doesn’t it?” he stated. “Give in.”

The brat struggled for one more reason before the weight of her hypno-kink broke her. John treated himself to the invasion of her mind, watching her surface thoughts in turmoil. ‘Why am I THIS turned on?!’ echoed in her mind, actively unaware of how deeply she was being catered to while her lips wrapped around the head, tasting him. Her thoughts were wiped at that moment, replaced with that blissfully vacant trance that every dom wished to put his submissive into.

‘Any second now,’ John thought.

“I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!” Momo shouted, coming storming back this way. “You SLUT!”

Delicia turned rigid. In her mind, she was being rightfully called out. Alas, she was also too horny to care. The hand on the back of her head kept her in place, sucking on the engorged tip while kneading her tits. “I ordered her to do it,” John defended the shortstack. “Remind me, didn’t you do the same?”

“That’s… you…”

“How depraved of you to force another woman to do something so ‘detestable’,” John drawled. “One might think you like it.”

“No! Shaddup! I’ll go fight now!” Momo stormed past them.

John dragged up Delicia’s head. The suction seal of her lips broke with a loud pop, followed by heavy breathing. “Y-you knew she would be back immediately!” the alchemist moaned. “You k-knew that she would…”

“See you give in to your urges like the wonderful maid that you are,” John confirmed. “And I’ll take it one step further. Get up. I wouldn’t want to miss the fight.”

“You wouldn’t…” Delicia muttered, rising to her feet all the same. He guided the naked maid to the balcony, his hand on her upper back a steady pressure to keep walking. Everything about the shortstack was jiggling.

“The opponents are gathering at the bottom of the arena!” Jeff announced. “And Dra has finished licking his wounds!”

“I did not lick them.”

“It’s a figure of speech!”

“It’s an important distinction, since lizardmen do actually lick their wounds. Our spit is antiseptic.”

“A fun fact for the kids at home!”

“There are no kids watching, for reasons the host is demonstrating yet again.”

John lifted Delicia onto one of the tables along the railing. Like practically all furniture he installed, what was a surface for tea cups also was a surface for D-cups… or F-cups in this case. “Y-y-y-y-you can’t be serious!” Delicia stammered, staring back at him. It wasn’t that she was about to be railed publicly, not even that the cameras had decided to frame the two of them for a moment, but that his spit-shined cock was pressing against her sphincter.

“Momo already saw that you are a little oral slut.” John bent over Delicia, covering her small frame almost completely. “What’s showing the world that you love breaking taboos, hmm?”

“That’s a massive leap! Are you stupid?”

“No, but I am your Master and I want this.” Two fingers pressed between her thick thighs, trailing over the slit between. He presented the hand to Delicia, drawing softly sinking strings between his spreading digits. “From the look of things, I am not alone in that.”

“No, I would never want your… thick cock in my… always ready and clean asshole!” Delicia squirmed beneath him, not moving a centimetre outside his reach. “It’s not like I am your personal fucktoy or anything!”

“Aren’t you?” John asked.

“The wheel is spinning!” Jeff announced. The cameras flipped over to Momo and Sylph, standing across each other in the empty arena. “Think it’ll matter what biome we get?”

“Unless it's mithril-grade lightning rods, not really,” Dra answered.

Delicia bit her lower lip, trying her best to keep the moan stuck in her throat. John pressed into her, the puckered hole offering more resistance than usual. Breaking the ‘anal taboo’ made her both nervous and aroused, but the reality of her body was the same as always. “Oh…. FUCK!” she screamed, his hard rod stretching her backdoor as it advanced. “Oh… oh no….! I’m… I’m….”

“My maid,” John whispered to her. “Who I will use in every way I please. Pussy, tits, mouth, ass… all your holes belong to me. The only taboos you should be concerned with are the things I don’t want to do.”

“Y-yessshhhh, Master,” Delicia slurred, her mind slipping further and further away as he sank deeper and deeper into the ‘forbidden’ hole. “W-w-why do I… ah… Ah fuck… it’s so gooooood!”

“A cityscape,” Jeff reported.

“Doubt that will change anything about the outcome of this fight.”

The camera flicked back to John, who used the opportunity to straighten back up. Everyone could see what hole he was fully sheathed in now. No one cared, no one would even be remotely surprised. Only Delicia screamed as the realization and an orgasm hit her simultaneously. John gave her fat as a nice, rippling smack.

“Everyone can see that you’re an anal whore!” John declared.

“N-no!” Even now, Delicia’s hypnosis made her double down on denying the fact. The words that left her lips only made her subconscious cheer more, flooding the curvaceous form of the alchemist with the metal equivalent of endorphins and raw pleasure. “I’m a… pussy only… nympho….!”

“Sure, sure,” John drawled sarcastically and drew his hips back. “3!” he began the countdown. “2!” He drove hard into Delicia, making her scream. “1!” Pussy juices dripped down the edge of the table. “Fight!”

Momo took to the air. Sylph began to bounce between the apartment blocks. What started as a simple leaping between the buildings soon turned her leaping points into vertical craters. Glass shattered, concrete was torn apart, a volt bunny streaked through the air at accelerating speeds.

Black fireflies followed in her wake. As John had predicted, Momo was trying to get a win by taking advantage of what was, theoretically, a guaranteed hit spell. All it took for Sylph to take trickling damage to her tiny HP reserves was for her to stop.

Sylph knew this. The volt bunny just kept on building speed, ravaging apartment blocks while John ravished Delicia. The people were entertained by the clapping of thunder. John was focused on the clapping of cheeks.

Momo’s real body, marked by her white eyes, hovered above. She had opted not to wield her staff. Perhaps she thought it was futile or maybe she just didn’t want to risk the one piece of equipment that hadn’t gotten the Indestructible enchantment. Either way, she Switched places with her fae on cooldown, trying to distract Sylph.

“Think that’ll work?” John asked.

“Sssssss-shooo-o-o-ooooooo gooooooooooood!” Delicia’s nails scratched over the surface of the table, the trimmed tips still powerful enough to etch five trails into the wood.

John smirked and grabbed the top- and bottom-heavy woman by her narrow waist. “My mistake for thinking you’d have something to add.” He slammed into her – harder. Teeth clenched, failing to fully muffle a scream of depraved ecstasy, she threw her head back, juices squirting yet again from her swollen cunt.

Sylph had reached the zenith of her speed. Even to John’s eyes, the green-blue streaks she left behind stretched on for dozens of metres. Trailing her position was near impossible. Momo tried with her multiple eyes. It didn’t matter. She couldn’t react in time anyway.

Momo Switched again. Sylph struck at that moment. Immediately, she dashed towards the real fairy maid. Sylph smashed through the barriers, then slammed into Momo. Electric discharges spread like a voltaic tree, growing and dying in just three seconds. Momo was hurled across the arena, she survived the initial strike. A follow-up would have finished her off, but that wasn’t necessary.

“I surrender,” Momo groaned, her dented body regenerating.

John grunted, bottoming out against Delicia’s plush rear and staying there. This time, no one stopped him from cumming deep inside. Satisfying as it was to shower his women in white, nothing beat the heat and erratic fluttering of surrounding muscles. Spurt after spurt of thick seed filled up the hypnotized brat, marking the taboo hole completely.

Heart slowing gradually, he pulled out of her. Delicia was a giggling, sweating mess. Her backdoor remained stretched, dribbling white seed once the sealing shaft was gone. “I’m… defiled…” She laughed, toes curling as another aftershock hit her. Plump legs dangled. Fat tits spilled over the sides of her resting torso.

“Like that hole has any other purpose on a body like yours,” John commented with a wicked grin. He considered lifting the hypnosis from Delicia prematurely, then decided against it. ‘It’ll be interesting to see how she squares that circle.’ He picked up the twitching maid and carried her back inside. “Time for a shower.”