Evening, games, gods

John stepped out of the car, having asked the three to drop him off a few blocks from his house. He didn’t really feel like explaining to his mom why a strange family was dropping him off after a school day.

John walked the last blocks home, only to realize that he had no way to contact his new guild except for walking into the forest and trying to find his way there again. “Fuck…” he cursed, putting it in the back of his head for now. It would be best not to think about it for now.

As John entered his house a few minutes later, he could hear his mom moving around in the kitchen. He dropped his bag near the door before walking in there as well. “Evening, Mom. How was work?” he asked like a good son should.

This started a small conversation about their day. Brenda talked about her work, discussing the latest gossip about some coworkers and the shenanigans they got up to, and John told her about his assignment for biology and how he had spent most of his day in the forest only to come back empty handed and with a rip in his trousers.

They shared dinner half an hour later before Brenda went to the living room to watch some tv and John went upstairs to play a video game.

As John entered his room, looking at his familiar set up and all of the games piled up around it, he felt something he had never felt before. He didn’t desire to play games tonight. Instead… he just felt exhausted and mentally drained. He pulled his clothes off and just more to keep up appearances than anything else booted up his computer.

Sitting in nothing but his underwear, he thought back to how the day went. It had been exhausting but rewarding. It was the first time in his life that he felt like he really made a difference. Like his choices mattered.

He clicked a Steam game, his hands finding the controls as he kept thinking. Shooting things left, right, and center while his mind ran all over the place.

He would need to spend his stat points. He would also need to think of a way to go to the forest more often. But that would be easy, if he could convince his mother that he was going to the forest in the weekend for old time’s sake and finally took her advice to go out more… It might just work.

John proceeded to mindlessly play games for a few hours more, then around 11, he thought it was time for bed. He heard his mother tell him goodnight as she went to bed as well. A quick pop off to the bathroom to brush his teeth and John was soon laying on his bed.

He pulled up his character sheet. Putting two of his points into endurance, two in agility and then one into each of strength and wisdom. Deciding to give himself a bit of an all around boost. He wanted to follow his current path as a hunter, but who knew if he might need to focus on other things later on. It was better to have a strong foundation. With those thoughts, he dismissed his character screen and closed his eyes, finding himself fast on his way to sleep moments later.

John found himself on a throne atop a mountain. A wet sensation on his crotch. As John looked down, he saw a redhead bobbing up and down his impressive length, pushing herself to swallow all of him down her throat. A moan escaped his lips as he felt two pairs of breasts pressing onto his arms.

“My lord… why play with this beta when I am so much more fun?” he heard the sultry words from Cynthia from his left. As he looked up, his face got smothered by her chest, the soft plush feeling of breasts pressing onto his face. His tongue snaked out, lapping at the supple titflesh.

A very impatient hand pulled him out of Cynthia’s bosom soon enough. “Why go for the younger model when you can have an experienced lover instead…” Miranda’s lusty voice rang out into his ear.

John took a good look at his surroundings. The mother and daughter couple were nakedly standing to his sides as Angie was bobbing on his large schlong. His eyes traveled down their bodies, his balls aching at the sight of all those curves.

John instinctively placed his hand on Angie’s head, pushing her down further, making her take all of his length deep inside her throat. A gurgling sound came from her throat as she felt it push all the way in.

The two Mediterranean women kept vying for his attention, offering their soft breasts to him as his moans grew louder. Then with a possessive grab, John pulled both of their heads towards him, deeply kissing Cynthia, forcing his tongue into her mouth. The girl melted into their kiss, the feeling of reverence evident in their swapping of saliva.

A few moments later he pulled back, strands of saliva connecting their lips as he looked into her eyes tenderly. “Mine…” he hissed. The girl nodded eagerly.

“All yours, my lord…”

John snorted his approval before he pulled Miranda into a passionate kiss as well, feeling how Angie kept bobbing up and down his length in earnest, her fingers playing with his aching nuts.

Miranda’s hands pulled him deeper into the kiss. Her full lips mashed on his, her dexterous tongue slithering around inside his mouth. John moaned louder as he felt Angie speeding up.

His right hand found Cynthia’s folds, teasing them with his fingers as his moans increased in frequency, low grunts accompanying them occasionally. His hips bucked, his balls contracted, and then he came. Starting to pump his cum deep into Angie’s throat. A satisfied smile on his lips.

A tall muscular man was sitting on an elaborately carved wooden throne. Two antlers sprouted from his forehead, and a beard covered half his chest. A few dozen screens showing different scenes of different places on earth at the same time. His eyes scanning over them every so often.

In his hand he held a report, scanning the contents of it quickly before the piece of paper got crumpled and tossed into a nearby trash can.

“So, Gaia has given a new one game powers, hm? Interesting... I best keep my eye on him.” The man snapped his fingers, a small screen joining the others showing John pitching a tent in his bed.

“If nothing else, he can provide some relief of boredom,” he laughed to himself, cracking open a new bottle of Jägermeister, downing half its content as he went back to lazily watching the screens.

Artemis was sitting with her back against a wall, diligently fletching her own arrows when a centaur galloped towards her carrying a scroll and a tusk. “My lady, a report from the American branch,” he said solemnly, handing over the two items before saluting, waiting for any orders the goddess might have after reading the letter.

Artemis put the arrow on the ground, scanning the letter as her eyes went wide. “Gaia you say? Now that is interesting…” She focused on the tusk, closing her eyes as she tried to sense something from it. “Indeed, these are created with her powers… What are you playing at, Gaia… Not that I mind, you have given me an extra piece to play in the tournament…”

“Send a message to Miranda: that boy has to survive no matter the cost. If he’s chosen by Gaia, then we might just have a chance of pulling through this time.”

“As you wish, my lady!” the centaur quickly saluted once more before galloping away.

“John Newman, let’s see what you can do then, shall we?”