The First Harem Tournament 18 – End of Day 1

“Perverted… creature…!” Ehtra complained.

Metra had her mouth too full to respond to the grey angel. Sucking on the dark crown of the richly brown breast, the First of Wrath fully indulged in what everyone always wanted to do when around the scowling secretary. Those tits simply mesmerized anyone who beheld them. It urged John to make them swell with milk.

‘Not yet,’ he told his greedy self and rolled his shoulders. He had made the closing speech for the day already, though said speech was just a two minute acknowledgement of who had won what and a display of the quarter finals bracket.

Random distribution presented them with a second day that was fairly bereft of exciting fights. Though she was first in his heart, Jane’s chance at winning against Lu Zhi only existed because she had said she would not use her power copying ability. Even with that limitation, the Heavenly Jade Empress was above Jane in basically every metric.

Still, Jane had eked out more absurd victories, so John was going to approach this with an open mind.

Him against Nia was an open and shut case. The only conceivable way he had of winning against the pariah was to shut off all of his familiars and then just try to bombard her with so much arcane magic that she Faded. Obviously not a tactic he wanted to use in this tournament and not even one he was certain would work out. Blanks were his proverbial kryptonite.

Sylph versus Momo was slightly less hopeless. Momo at least had the hope that Sylph was a total glass cannon. Just a couple hits would do it and, with enough strategizing, she might just get those in.

The last of day 2, Metra versus Beatrice, was the most interesting one of the set. Metra remained the favourite, she always would be, but Beatrice was herself a tremendously capable duelist with combat tricks that just might be enough to overwhelm the raw Stat gulf between them. Metra herself had said in the past that the calculated way the passive maid fought was incredibly annoying to deal with – which was high praise from someone with her combat experience.

There was the problem of Beatrice still only fighting with weapons produced from Baelementium. It was high-grade stuff, yes, provided by the Crafting Crew to be at least adequate, but it wasn’t exactly a match for Rex Magnar.

“Will your secretary not receive a punishment?” Nathalia’s question pulled John out of his thoughts. Her swaying breasts immediately reminded him that he was likely responsible for an even larger set of mammaries being turned into milkers. They were still a dozen weeks away from the earliest point where they would get an answer, if Nathalia at all followed the human suggestion of when colostrum began to be produced.

“What for?” the Gamer asked, too taken in by the pendulum swing of the twin mountains.

Nathalia’s sashay stopped by his side, her breasts continuing to jiggle for almost two full seconds. One ought to study how much motion force could be stored in such softness. An impatient hand on the back of his head pulled him, inviting him to latch onto her nipple. “Do not stare when you desire,” she chastised him. “They are yours to play with.”

“Do not reinforce his horndog ways!” Momo shouted from a corner of the room.

“I will!” Nathalia growled back, then moaned aloud. “Yes, my mate, suck and nibble… and answer my question. Should Ehtra not be punished for revealing her ace?”

John’s cheeks hollowed out as he pulled his head back. The enormous tit was pulled along by the suction for just a little bit before its weight proved superior to the seal of John’s lips. After bouncing back into position, it was not allowed to rest. Both of Nathalia’s tits became the target of his hands. “No, I think it’s good to show a few secrets. Makes the people guess how much more we aren’t showing.”

Not that this had been Ehtra’s intent. The First of Hatred had been pretty clearly dedicated to trying to get a win against her sister. Alas, John wasn’t going to chastise the scornful maid for being poorly motivated. “Anyway, let’s move home. This place is good, but home is better.”

The agreement to this was so universal that a lot of the haremettes had already moved ahead. They went through one of the Guild Hall-internal teleporters and emerged in the ‘hub room’ in the Palace. From there, it was the usually short walk to the apartment.

Aclysia, Beatrice and Claire did the usual show at the door. After he had chosen ‘dinner’ among the three available options, they went back to the kitchen to keep working on just that. He often went with the ‘bath’ as well and had a clear preference for the ‘them’. Right now, he just had a dragoness who he wished to mount.

They got busy on the Couch. Across the table, Jane and Lydia were sitting side by side. Jane used the arm of the taller woman as her backrest initially, then moved suddenly. The Queen of Mithril turned her head in surprise, her mouth opening to speak only to receive the empress’ tongue. Immediately, the Harmonia’s instincts kicked in and she kissed back.

The two making out, their naked bodies glistening from a recent shower, was the fuel that made both Nathalia and John cry out in pleasure. Hips moved in mutual thrusts until the shared pinnacle inevitably arrived, leaving him a little lighter and her leaking the white baby batter that had already taken hold deep inside her.

John felt pretty great about himself.

The wider lewdness of the Imperial Choir continued, but John found himself on an island of respite, the dragoness cuddling up to his right side and Eliana to his left.

“How are we feeling about the trip coming up?” John asked the blood mage.

“Oh, fuck you for reminding me!” she immediately cussed back. “I had blissfully pushed that shot aside you custard.”

“Okay, but how are we feeling about it?” John kept pushing her. “Excited?”

“Nervous as fudge.”

“I don’t think fudge is all that nervous.”

“It is around me,” Nathalia declared, pulling back her lips to reveal her sharp teeth. “I hunger for dinner.”

“Just a bit longer.” John put a hand on her thigh and gently squeezed. “Still, though, not looking forward to it at all?”

“…Maybe a little…” Eliana grumbled. “But only because I get to make out with the other Harmonia without your fat cock getting in the way!”

John snorted in amusement and put a quick peck on Eliana’s cheek. “Have you decided who you’ll take along?”

At a base, John had decided that she would be accompanied by Nightingale and Fianna, though the latter would keep a low profile as she always did. Sending Undine along had been a thought crossing his mind, the operation did exist in part to let her agents land in Indonesia as part of a much larger delegation. Putting Undine into it would have required that he also sent the Ambassador Double though, which went against the spirit of the exercise. Plus, it was as much about Darktide’s field agents gaining independent experience as it was about Eliana doing the same.

“Lee, in case we need to bail the fuck out,” Eliana said. That made sense, the rest of the harem would be safely at home during that time. “I’d also like to take Lyndell, Claire and Layla along.”

“Interesting selection, reasons why?”

“Lyndell because she’s a massive fudging deterrent for any sloppy slut seeking to screw with our shit,” Eliana gave her rationale. “Claire for similar reasons and because I need two people that speak well to rein in my crude ass. Layla because I need a hypewoman.”

“Go, Eliana, go!” the reformed stalker weighed into the conversation, having clearly only waited for the opportunity. “I’ll gladly go with you! I love spending time with you!”

“Shut up, you cum rag! Urgh, you used to track John’s location, now you are so eager to wait out your turn on his schedule. Did you get your yandere clearance revoked, you obsessive extra? Jumping from the cuck bush to the bed really messed with your brain!”

Layla just kept her innocent smile up as she took a page out of Jane’s book, suddenly and intensely pressing her lips on Eliana’s. The pretty little psycho was overwhelmed for longer than Lydia had been, but the end result was the same. Two Harmonia’s tongues wrestled until Layla won out and broke the kiss on her terms.

The smirk took on an altogether more sadistic tint as the obsessed woman took hold of Eliana’s hair. A yank forced the blood mage to fully expose her neck. Layla licked her way up from the collarbone to Eliana’s ear. “Just ‘cause I came for our man doesn’t mean I won’t love my fellow matriarch. From one mother of a world-defining lineage to another, I’ll cherish and support you.”

“Fuck, you are crazy,” Eliana mumbled.

“Aaaaaaaaand….?”

“…and cute.”

Layla seemed annoyed for a long moment, then let out a sigh. “Good enough, for now.” She put another peck on Eliana’s cheek. The Couch parted for the brunette, allowing her to step through it then sit down on the reforming leather cushions. Eliana found herself cuddled on both sides. “You must looooooove sharing this couch with all these happy ladies you knocked up.”

“Love is too tame a word,” John agreed, bending over to give the newest member of the Imperial Choir a quick kiss himself. “We might have to make up a new word for the depths of adoration I feel for this moment.”

“Spare yourself the effort.” Nathalia scratched the back of his head, her long fingers knowing exactly what to do to put his entire body at ease. “We know.”

John just existed for a moment, basking in the universal joy that only a man in a made home could feel, multiplied by the number of happy women he had in it. Just thinking about the depths of wonder he experienced in these seconds… no, he did not think about it. He just lived it for as long as his hyper-active mind agreed to dwell in the moment.

It was just a few seconds, but knowing that calm for that long was as rejuvenating as a good night’s sleep.

John’s eyes leapt across the different mothers in his harem. He would not lie, he currently cared about them more than the other women in his harem. It was a deep, primordial thing that he wouldn’t even try to fight. There was no amount of meditating or self-convincing that a man could or indeed should do to demote a woman that carried his child.

Aclysia and Nahoa were in the kitchen, working in unison with the other maids to ensure dinner was as great a culinary experience as usual. Lee, he had an eye on with his Creator Puppet, the two of them currently watching some videos about the current League of Legends meta and gossiping about how much worse the already terrible game had gotten. Lorelei was showing her writings to Ehtra for criticism.

John also cared a whole lot about everyone else, of course he did, so his eyes wandered across the rest of his women next. He was every bit as much basking in the views as he was looking for anything and everything off. It was his duty to take care of any problems they had as fast and as well as he could.

Nothing was off at the moment, which was John’s opportunity to extend his checking beyond those present. A thought opened the Harem Comms. His fingers tapped in the message.

John: Are you free at the moment?

The response came after a ten second delay.

Fianna: Affirmative. Do you want to call?

John: Yes.

Fianna: When you are ready then, Sir.

John tapped the button to initiate a video call. Fianna picked up nearly immediately, revealing her in some small cottage presumably located in the European countryside. “Been too long,” he complained.

“We had a short conversation earlier today.” Fianna’s chiding response was undercut by her small smile. She was currently a black-haired version of herself, having changed her face back to her base for the conversation. “All the same, I am glad to be missed, Sir.”

“Rather selfish of you, isn’t it?” John teased her.

“Affirmative. Forgive me for the transgression.” The White Tiger’s chosen reclined on the bed she was seated on, revealing her dark tank top. “My current mission report: I am unable to confirm that Judas is in the area. My leads have gone cold. However, I have found tinkering with records and mundane camera data that suggests someone with great expertise has been attempting to remain unnoticed by the Illuminati.”

John hummed. Judas slipping up and giving direct confirmation of his presence even to someone he probably wasn’t aware was tailing him would have been too easy. The man may have painted himself in camouflage to remain unseen from a specific angle, but that didn’t mean he was easy to spot from others.

“That is something…” John’s fingers drummed on Nathalia’s thigh. “What is your next move?”

“Plainly said, I have no next move,” Fianna responded. “As stated, all my leads have gone cold and I cannot dig any deeper unless I leverage my position as an operative to attempt to gain cooperation from the locals. Am I permitted to do so?”

Permission, in this case, would be the same as telling her to do it. Fianna usually focused entirely on being effective at her task, leaving coordination and broader implications to him. Since she was such a professional operative, that worked out perfectly for them. When he told her not to do something, even if that prevented her from going the most effective route to her immediate goal, she just accepted it.

John considered it. The question was whether he wanted to potentially aid his allies. On one hand, the Illuminati were exactly that: his allies. On the other hand, friendships between countries were fictitious and based entirely on convenience. If he helped out here, he did it less to protect the Illuminati and more to screw with Judas.

Which… was that worth it? John would never trust the arch-traitor, for obvious reasons, but the clone army was going to be a player in world affairs for as long as no one found the main base of operations. At a minimum, Vier and his ‘descendants’ could be kept neutral. Much as John had a personal distaste for him, pragmatically speaking he gained nothing from screwing with his operations.

Plus, if he weakened the Illuminati a bit, that could be good for Fusion…

…but John wasn’t that ruthless in his approach. “I want you to leave an anonymous tip with Norahnon,” the Gamer said. “Then… I want you to return home for a day.”

“Affirmative.” Fianna took his order without question. “May I ask for what purpose?”

“Can’t I just want to kiss you?” John asked with a charming smirk, then shook his head. “Sorry, corny line – true but not the sole motivation. I want to have the meeting on the imperial houses.”

“That is overdue,” Fianna agreed. “I will do as you ask. I should be back for the last day of the tournament.”

“Wonderful,” John said.