The First Harem Tournament 7 – Fight, Fight, Fight, Kiss, Kiss, Kiss! [Metra POV]

The plains around them were scarred with the signs of their repeated clashes.

Grass, green and yellow, had been rolled up like Persian rugs, roots torn from simulated soil by the raw force of their blows. Earthen spikes remained where their fight had travelled. Much deeper was the crater where their current melee took place, an exchange of blows that had lasted for several minutes.

Knuckles slammed into knuckles, creating visible shockwaves where the kinetic force mixed with their ambient mana, causing funny things to happen to the laws of physics. Air carried the force of the sound all the way up to the energy shield above, causing it to gently glow. Like the draft of a horse galloping by, so too did the meeting of their fists create motions of wind, just on a much, much larger scale.

Cracks showed along Gnome’s arms, mending as the season elemental channelled healing energy back into them. The naturally warm climate of their new environment translated into her being in her summer form despite the early month. An interesting quirk of geography, but Metra doubted it changed anything about the outcome of the fight.

A couple of metres away, Rex Magnar vibrated, neglected for good reason. Rage channelled, armour donned, Metra counted her blessings and found them oppressive. To also wield the halberd against Gnome would have been too much for a fight between Harmonia.

‘Mhm… could take it or leave it,’ Metra thought, still testing that new word.

Gnome landed a blow square on Metra’s shoulder. Astrotium did what Astrotium was not supposed to: it bent. The small fists of the brunette packed a punch few others could match. Unfortunately, Metra was one of them. The struck shoulder turned back, bringing the other forwards. Knuckles moved upwards at supersonic speed. Wrath fuelled her strength, her speed, her endurance, making her outclass the shy woman in all aspects.

There was little that Gnome could do to-

Metra felt the tingle of an insect landing on her shoulder. Immediately, she aborted her attack, squashing the leaf-winged butterfly with her palm before it could Unleash. Two more fluttered around, staying out of Metra’s reach. Gnome tried to take advantage of the broken momentum. Metra skilfully bent to the side, then swiped her arm horizontally. Her forearm slammed into Gnome’s temple, making the elemental stumble.

A spike of stone grew between them. Metra’s knee shattered it instead of Gnome’s hips. Not hesitating a moment, the Breaker of Armies grabbed Gnome by the shoulders. They began to wrestle, the swinging of fists replaced with a squirming of limbs that soon moved to the ground.

It was down and dirty. It was a pure physical contest. Gnome was strong. She could be proud of that fact. Metra was mighty, mightier than she had ever been.

“Okay… okay… I lose!” Gnome surrendered when Metra sat on top of her, a fist raised.

Metra’s helmet parted first, showing her easy-going grin, initiating the process of her armour being absorbed into her body. “Good struggle,” she complimented, offering her hand after she was back on her feet. She would not insult Gnome by saying this outcome was anything but expected nor would Metra boisterously declare that this was easy.

“T-thanks,” Gnome stammered, taking the offered hand. The animated rock was heavy to lift. Metra raised their joined hands, to the crowd’s joined cheers. “Uwu…uwuwuwu…” The cuddle rock made her blessedly cute noises, blushing while they basked in the adoration of the crowd.

It was the loudest cheer so far, perhaps it was the fight they had been able to follow the best. Metra did not often consider things from the view of the average Joe, but she did understand watching a fight. Jane against Scarlett had been a bright spectacle, too bright for most people’s eyes. Nia versus Moira had seen more than three-quarters of the crowd temporarily vacate the viewing area and of those that remained a fair number had been busy vomiting onto the marble floor. Undine against Siena had been victim to the confusion of a writhing mass fighting, blocking all the good viewing angles. Siena’s invisibility confusing the cameras didn’t help.

Her against Gnome? That had been a good old fist fight between hot women.

Metra was going to give them even more of a show.

Warmth pooled in her womb before she even acted, spreading as a tingling wave through her body when she suddenly pulled Gnome against her chest. The slender back of the powerful elemental pressed against the tall wolf woman’s small-ish breasts. A different kind of blush appeared on her face as she looked back at Metra, her eyes pleading for mercy and bullying alike.

Metra had already made up her mind. She cupped one of Gnome’s breasts, lifting the moderately sized piece of femininity up a little, before letting it drop again in her circling palm. Just that little kneading out here, in the public was enough to have Gnome panting within moments. Her breathing was interrupted by a heavy gulp.

“You’re mine to play with,” Metra whispered.

Most were probably going to choose to have their victory laps in the privacy of the Imperial Choir’s chamber. John was no longer interested in providing the public with porn of his own making. A bit of a loss, Metra found. She loved showing off what her Emperor had, as did the brunette pressing against her.

All ought to know that there was nothing akin to the harem of the world’s foremost monarch.

“AH!” Gnome moaned loudly, the voice-carrying enchantments hitching into her intent to let everyone see her, everyone hear her. Metra was nibbling on her ear, her hand tugging at her short skirt of overlapping flower petals.

Of course, there were no panties under there. Not for a lack of the outfit having any, Metra had verified that on occasion, just because Gnome was twice as perverted as she was shy.

A teasing brush over the wet slit was all Metra afforded her. “Get on the floor,” Metra ordered.

“Y-yes!” As soon as Metra’s toned arm released her, the brunette was on the ground. She knelt at first, then laid down on her back when the blonde gestured to do so. After pulling off the minimalistic bits of clothing she had to wear for decency in this era, Metra straddled Gnome’s head. A second later, she had slender fingers pressed into her toned butt and an eager tongue glide across her wet pussy.

“Fuck!” Metra exclaimed, her own voice now carrying across the arena. “Fuck… I love this harem…!” The words left her instinctively, like almost all of her advertisements of the grandeur of their life did. Why make up lofty statements when the truth was already a treasure?

Many of the watchers left the viewing area, many more ignored what was going on. After basking in the carnal exultation of Nahoa’s wedding with everyone else, Metra was of the mind that many people of the current era were too stuck up about many things. Arguments of John that the proof was in the pudding and that cultures that knew no discipline failed were good. At the same time, nothing could convince Metra that a good fucking under the open sky shouldn’t be considered normal.

Rolling her hips, Metra served as the inciting view for the few that were in tune with those thoughts. Here and there, a couple decided to partake in the moment. Bit by bit, Metra would do her part to make Fusion a realm where lovemaking wasn’t kept behind closed doors. Barriers for minors, of course, but beyond that… why shouldn’t everyone be able to partake in a festivity like the Aztec’s had? “Oh… you just know… exactly how I like it!” she gasped another compliment.

Gnome giggled, something no one heard and only Metra felt, the vibrating breath tickling her hairless womanhood. Harmonias knew where other Harmonias’ weak spots were. Metra was no Nathalia, but she had her own sexual history before ending up here and nowhere in it had she ever felt this satisfied on a daily basis. There had been good sex in the past, even fantastic sex, but nothing this consistently just… magnificent.

Obviously, John was the best, good enough to convert her from a somewhat dominant woman into a willing, permanently submissive ‘sex slave’. All of these women, however… Metra had never met a gaggle of women this harmonious. Other harems she had been a part of had treated sapphic entanglements as exchanging favours or means to establish dominance.

Not this lot. This lot was genuinely all about satisfying each other spiritually and physically to the utmost.

Metra was beyond happy to be part of it.

Though it was her right to just keep belly-dancing on top of Gnome’s face, she soon tired of just taking pleasure and squeezing breasts. As a good woman of the Emperor’s harem, she craved to be between Gnome’s legs. Tilting forwards slowly, she soon was wonderfully close to the elemental’s womanhood. It was such a pretty, pink thing, the lips rising in colour from the swollen mound.

Metra came just as she had her first taste of the earth spirit’s honey. It was just the first of many orgasms, enjoyed under the open sky in the middle of a battlefield of her own making.

Was this not the pinnacle of life?

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“You know, I listened in on your thoughts,” John confessed.

He sounded guilty, he often did, despite the fact that Metra kept her mind open. If there was something she wanted to hide, she would have. “What part?”

“You thinking about where you’d want to take Fusion’s culture,” John answered.

“That sounds like an interesting topic,” Aclysia weighed in.

The question whether being tongue-fucked on an arena floor was the pinnacle of life was answered with a resounding ‘NO!’ by the presence of the maid. Seated on their Emperor’s lap, her hips rising and falling in a casual rhythm, the First Maid (properly titled as such as an aristocrat), was absolutely glowing. Looking at her, Metra was quite certain that the pinnacle of life was found in a moment of being both bred and serving their sovereign.

‘One day, that will be me.’ Metra’s tail wagged quickly. “Basically,” she began to explain, “I am thinking Fusion could stand to move towards our Aztecs when it comes to sexual customs. Americans are weirdly puritan about tits and cocks. It’s sex, everyone wants to have it.”

“I don’t even disagree that we… the Americans are a bit weird about sex.” John scratched the back of his head. It had taken him forever to get comfortable with even getting a blowjob while someone else was on the phone. He was across those bridges now, had been for over a year, but that childhood education still held him back at times. “The celebration is sticking with me too… I do think we maybe have lost something primal with how civilized we got in the West and it may be for the best to get in tune with it on our terms before repressing it explodes in our faces.”

“You’re putting way more thought into this than I am, brainiac,” Metra drawled, burrowing from Jane’s vocabulary. “I just feel like you should fucking live a little and fuck a little live. Or a lot.” Grinning, the wolf-eared tomboy shrugged.

“Yeah, and I am in full agreement…!” The conversation entered a short lull as his seed pumped into Aclysia’s depths, making her spasm in unison with the tensing of the mostly sheathed manhood. “…Phew… Basically, what I wanted to get at is that, if you feel up for it, you could try and actually make that work? Put your head together with Lorelei and Moira and try to see if we can’t… inject a healthy bit of carnality back into the culture?”

Metra’s grin widened. Her tail wagging accelerated further. Lyndell shuffled a bit, moving her head in the cool draft created by the motion. “You’d want me to work to shape the culture to your liking, my Emperor?”

“At this point, Fusion is not America in the Abyss, it’s a thing that has a lot of American DNA that exists in the same geographical area,” John spoke his thoughts. “And I’m not going to make the mistake of clinging to my ideals until something breaks again. There are things about the culture that I want to see changed, so I will use the tools I have to make that work.”

“We’ve already normalized… public loving quite extensively,” Aclysia commented between post-orgasmic throes. “You have been – rightfully – claiming us in front of everyone during many an event, Master.”

“Yes, but that never really spilled over,” John responded. “It’s not that we normalized that public sex is okay, it’s that we established that I get to have exceptions. Which is also good, because I don’t want the powerful men of Fusion chasing harems of 30 women each. That way lies social breakdown.”

Metra wasn’t so sure about that one. In her experience, the rich and powerful always had harems of some kind. The question was just how tolerated their boasting was by wider society. That was a cultural pillar to work at another time.

“So,” she put her thoughts aloud, “you want me to work with Lorelei and Moira to try and work this into the Order?”

“Cultural changes happen fastest if you can push them through a faith.” John thrust upwards once, a signal for Aclysia to resume her slowly paced up and down. “Also the Order will innately push against the excesses, which I also want. I’d like it to be fine for a couple in a park marked for adults only to have sex in the middle of their picnic with no questions asked. I don’t want anyone to get the idea that it's fine to have a one night stand next to the city’s water fountain.”

“Makes sense,” Metra agreed. “Not sure if my dumbass is the best for this, but I’ll see what I can do.”

“Well, consider it a trial run,” John said. “I think this should be relatively easy to sell to the masses. After that, we can see where else we want to nudge the culture.” The Gamer’s eyes turned distant, as they often did when his erudite mind was rattling through more scenarios than Metra could bother imagining. “It’s all about the long game.”

Metra trusted he knew what he was talking about.