The First Harem Tournament 25 – False Shame and Spears

“Hihihihi, you look gorgeous.”

Latex clung tightly to Sylph’s legs, stretching and squeaking with every long stride. Matching gloves covered her arms in shiny black. A short whip tapped on the inside of her palm, matching the rhythm of her steps as she circled around Momo.

The fairy maid was completely tied up. Her eyes? Covered by a blindfold. Her mouth? Kept open by a ball gag. Her legs? Spread around a cushion made of slime and sex toys. Her ankles and wrist? Cuffed and chained together. Her pussy? Stuffed. Her ass? Likewise.

Dual dildos were vibrating inside the fairy maid. John didn’t usually rope Momo up like this, brat breaking her was more satisfying when she had the pretense of freedom. That being said, Momo was a maid and she was a HEAVY submissive in a harem strongly tilted in that direction already. Putting her in bondage was always in the cards.

Sylph hooked a finger beneath the head of the rubber crop. Straight was turned to a sharp curve, then released.

THWACK!

Momo jumped within her confines. One had to marvel at the depth of detail that John’s Skill provided, establishing a red mark on the fairy’s shoulder. It would fade much quicker than a regular blemish, for better and for worse.

Sylph’s cute little mouth twisted into a sadistic grin. Tiny women like her may not have been the intuitive choice for dominatrix, but the volt bunny certainly wore the outfit and attitude like a well-fitting glove. She grabbed Momo’s hair and yanked her back. The back of the fairy maid’s head rested against Sylph’s breasts.

CLACK!

Sylph snapped her teeth next to Momo’s ear, then laughed in such a sweet and such a dark tone. The dichotomy was a weapon instinctively wielded by the super switchy bunny. “You love this,” she whispered. “You just looooooove having both of your holes filled, right?”

“Mhmmmmmmm!” Momo shouted into the gag, meekly shaking her head in an attempt to retain her decency.

Sylph rolled her eyes. A visible current of electricity went up the metal hairs of the fairy maid, then rushed through the rest of her system. Momo’s muscles all tensed up in unison. An explosive orgasm marked several pillows in front of her.

‘Interesting,’ John made a mental note. He hadn’t used electricity in his play – and he probably wouldn’t in the future either. He was quite happy with ropes and the various sexual ‘torture’ contraptions he was prone to employing. Besides, why deprive Sylph of the uniqueness of her readily available gimmick? She would wield her lustful lightning much better than John ever could dream of utilizing conventional electricity anyway.

“Such a bad girl, denying that you love anal so, so much.” Sylph grabbed Momo’s throat from behind, her small hand pressing down with a measured amount of force. “You’re just as much of a nympho as the rest of us, yes, you are. You love getting aaaaaall you holes stuffed. Just – like – Delicia!”

John grinned and reclined in his seat, watching Momo squirm and climax yet again. This entire scene had started when Momo had decided to comment on what Delicia had been up to during the fight. The disparaging words had been a gummy bear for Sylph’s singular brain cell. Really, Momo had no one but herself to blame for being punished like this.

Movement in his periphery pulled John’s attention to the rest of the room. It was currently quite empty. A full hour break between the third and fourth fight offered the wider harem an opportunity to step out for a bit, which most of them had used in one way or another.

Nahoa, Metra, Layla, Ehtra and Moira had decided to go out and start spreading the good word of lewdifying the culture. John hoped that this meant they weren’t all jumping down Magnus’ throat all at once.

Delicia, Scarlett and Lydia had retreated to the workshop, for the two craftswomen to show the royal progress on a commission. Nothing to be noted there, his haremettes were constantly adding things to the list of requests for the crafting crew. Anything from gifts for officials to specifically sized furniture was requested. No one did it better than them.

Salamander, Hailey and Jane were on a little tomboy date. What that included, John did not know, but something inside him just guessed that they had made a small basketball court somewhere and were bantering while throwing hoops.

Lu Zhi had retreated with Claire and Nia to discuss matters of national security. The vampire maid was still aiding the Heavenly Jade Empress in unearthing the motives and affiliations of the general that had stabbed her during the Lorylim War. Nia had been invited to join just in case she knew something. There was always a greater than 0% chance that the pariah had failed to share something that she had thought blindingly obvious.

Nightingale and Beatrice had moved to the throne room to talk about court decoration.

Undine was putting an hour into making more preparations for Darktide’s first operation.

Aclysia, Gnome, Lee, Nathalia and Lorelei had simply gone on a walk. There was nothing more to it, the five were currently enjoying the sunshine and presumably talked about everything and anything as they did.

Only Lyndell, Siena and Eliana had stayed behind. Two were reading a book and the third was listening to an audiobook – while being in a very similar situation to Momo. The two important differences between what the fairy maid was enduring and what Eliana experienced were: 1. Eliana would remain in that position for much longer and 2. her constrictions were much tighter.

When the pretty little psycho begged to be turned into a spasming decoration, then who was John to refuse?

The audio book was just a small addition to give her mind something to focus on when he deactivated the vibrators. Sensory deprivation was fun, but he liked to change things up.

It was the group of walkers returning that grabbed John’s attention. The five women poured back into the room, many shapes of perfection finding their spots on the furniture. A come hither motion by Nathalia summoned the Gamer over to her side. He ended up seated between her and Siena. The sinful shadow spirit began stroking his length immediately.

“After this tournament,” Nathalia began talking, “and after the adorable one finishes her diplomatic mission,” she gestured at Eliana, “we plan to engage in another one of your grinding sessions, correct?”

“Correct.”

“Why do you ask?” Siena cooed, stretching across to kiss Nathalia. Dark and red lips met in a short but passionate match of proud tongues. John’s cock pulsed within Siena’s grasp, then throbbed when Nathalia lent her aid by gently rolling his heavy sack in her palm.

“We were conversing, on our short trip to the water and back, about Beatrice’s lack of proper armament,” Nathalia explained. “It is inappropriate, especially now.”

“I am entirely with you on that,” John assured.

The Imperial Choir’s fighting power was greatly diminished. They were still the singularly most powerful group of individuals on the planet and yet individual might had to be honed. To have Beatrice down for the count due to unreliable equipment was a sordid state of affairs.

“You want me to prioritize her during the grinding session?” he asked.

Nathalia nodded. “It is only right.”

John leaned back, putting his arms around their shoulders, and thought for a moment. “My plan was to pursue the Raid.” As he explained, the women by his sides lowered their heads, soon alternating whose head bobbed on the upper third of his shaft. “There were some good spears on display on the NPCs there, maybe one will drop.”

“Though none as magnificent as this,” Nathalia whispered, licking her way up the side of his shaft, fluidly taking over from Siena.

“Carrying this into combat would be… minorly inappropriate. Though when has that stopped us?” The shadow spirit laughed.

“I am rather attached to this thing, so I’d rather not,” John responded drily. “To not derail from the point: you are entirely correct.”

“And what will be done about it?” Nathalia wished to know. “It is a matter of priority.”

“Fundamentally, I don’t think we got a better plan than the Raid,” John groaned. “Wish there was the option of using the Kingdom Theme…”

Three words to narrow down the scope of what kind of Kingdom he visited immensely. However, its 3-months cooldown period had been initiated during their last grinding session, when he had gone with Nahoa to find the Quetzalcoatl feathers. It would be another 2-ish months before he could utilize it.

It was one of the mechanics that came back based on real time, not experienced time, so there was no cheating there either.

“An alternative would be to just craft one yourselves,” John suggested to the goddess.

“I contemplated getting involved in such a matter, but our elements do not align,” Nathalia retorted.

That was true enough. Lightning was a frequent side effect of ash clouds in real circumstances. Alas, reality and esoteric interpretations of reality and the beings born thereof diverged frequently.

Without divine aid, the making of a new spear would have to be left entirely to the crafting crew. They could make that work, Layla’s knife was proof of that, but they’d need special materials and circumstances to create an armament that would withstand the test of time.

“I don’t think I have any reliable ways besides the Raid,” John answered.

Nathalia hummed, her red lips too busy gliding down to deliver an immediate response. “Just wish for it,” Siena teased. “Long for it, intensely.”

“We both know that’s not exactly how it works,” John responded. “If I really wanted it for long enough, I might manifest some kind of… Lootbox mechanic…” John trailed off, then smacked his own forehead. “Right, that slipped my mind.” He willed a window to open.

“Well, not like this was worth remembering,” John mumbled, scanning the prices. “7500 points for a Legendary Weapon. Can’t even guarantee it’s a spear. I could get several SEP for that cost…” He shook his head and sighed. He got the idea behind making items that costly, given that he could throw them at other people, but still… “Unless I get a discount or find a way to power grind GP, that’s not happening.”

“So, our only way is to hope for the Raid Loot?” Siena asked, pleasingly disappointed on behalf of a Harmonia not even there.

“If it was easy to get her an adequate replacement for Perfect, I would have done it already,” John remarked with a sigh. An altogether more pleasant variant of the same sound followed, both women now focusing on venerating his manhood. It only took them a few more bobs to extract what they desired, soon swapping back and forth his load. They swallowed simultaneously, presenting their clean mouths to John before returning to their regular seating.

“It is what it is, then,” Nathalia relented in a displeased tone.

It was enough to make John consider how to lift the world from its foundations. Alas, on this one, there really was nothing much to be done. Either they Looted a suitable weapon or the crafting crew would eventually get the inspiration necessary to do it themselves. That was all they could really do.

“Feeling nervous about the time dilation?” he changed the topic.

“I am not,” Nathalia responded immediately. “I have observed the effects of time dilation upon pregnancy before – that is to say that I have never known there to be an effect.”

John nodded, that matched his research on the matter. “It will drag the due dates for everyone twelve days forward though,” he said.

“Good. Let the world bask in the beauty of our progeny as soon as possible,” Nathalia stated simply.

That was a positive way to view this, one John agreed with thoroughly. It wouldn’t make them see their children anytime sooner by experienced time, but in real time it moved them closer to the next wave of breedings.

An altogether wonderful fact.

“The current Raid…” Siena returned to an earlier topic. “That Tournament of Prowess, correct?”

“Correct,” John answered. “We are only 4 bosses deep into that and given the number of factions in the viewing area, I’d expect a lot more.” He stretched. “Last boss we fought was level 825. We are slightly above that now… I’d expect we can easily clear one or two more bosses, then productively grind our way through a third before it may become more efficient to go back to Floor Dungeons.”

“Floor?” Siena asked. “Not Assault?”

“Yeah, I have been thinking about that.” John casually kneaded Siena’s breasts as he talked, treating himself to his imperial privilege. “Levels are not the big priority anymore. Class Levels remain very important, of course, but the recent event with Moira’s bodysuit has reminded me of the good things Floors can offer in Secret and Treasure Rooms.” He paused. “If we get lucky and Gaia is feeling nice, we could, at a minimum, get a good basis for a new spear in there.”

“Intriguing.” Nathalia hummed.

“Let’s pursue that path,” Siena agreed. “How interesting that old mechanics can come back to the forefront like that.”

“It’s the mark of decent game design,” John opined. “Not everything can always be relevant but anything could return to relevancy given specific goals.”

It remained to be seen if he was correct in his assessment.