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The Gamer Chapter 1838 – Nympholympics 2 – On the Road to Horny Village
🕑 Added 2025-02-13 21:50:45 +0000 UTC‘I’m starting to wonder if there’s something in the food.’
John was balls deep inside Gnome’s backdoor one moment, halfway out the next, and back inside her within the same second. The motion repeated. Each time, the ass of the brunette rippled. She was a ‘plain’ one among his haremettes, which only meant she had comparatively simple curves and an aesthetic, if unremarkable, facial structure. As the earth spirit took the form of a Korean woman in her most nubile years, she was nevertheless incredibly attractive.
Especially when she was this horny.
A swat to the balanced behind made the brunette squeal. The sound was muffled, her lips pressed against the pussy of Nia. The pariah panted, moaned, sounds of undiluted emotions that the woman usually struggled to produce. Lust flowed from her lips more naturally than any other emotion. “More!” Nia pleaded, her usually so even voice high-pitched with building need. “Just… a little… mo--- Yeeeeesssssssss!”
Nia threw her head back, half laughing, half screaming, while the shudders of her orgasm made her tremble. Gnome lapped up her pussy juice before it could join the other fluids on the table. Nia was far from the first woman that sat on it and Gnome was far from the last that would bend over it today.
The living room they were in was smaller than their apartment. Every piece of furniture was bolted down, in case there was a sudden stop to the vehicle. They were on the upper floor of their travel bus. The dimensionally compressed compartment was huge by every travel standard, but small for a harem of nearly thirty. They made it work by sticking close together. Body heat warmed the chamber to near summerly temperatures.
A piece of fruit entered John’s field of vision. He grabbed it with his teeth, then tilted his head back to devour it with an animalistic snap. Aclysia giggled wantonly, holding his right arm. It was only half an embrace. His hand had to keep hold of Gnome’s waist. Aclysia had to keep grabbing pieces of fruit. A rhythm she shared with the maid on the other arm,
“Say, ‘Aaaaahhhh,’ Master,” Momo spoke sweetly. The flat-chested maid was as naked as everyone else in the room. Her pale face was marked by a light blush, adding a shade of pink to her cheeks. The bright, artificial colour of her lips was spread in a pleased smile.
“Aaaahhh,” John obliged her, opening his mouth wide. A happy giggle accompanied the placing of another piece of fruit on his tongue. Momo traced the shape of his biceps with her fingers, playing with his smooth skin as if she had never seen something as bewitching in her whole life.
John continued to pound Gnome hard. The brunette was beyond shame. Her sphincter clenched around his cock on every thrust. Pussy juices squirted wildly from her pussy, adding to the depraved atmosphere of the room with every pitter-patter of the falling drops on the smooth floor.
Mouth filled with the sweet taste of apples and berries, body filled with the sweet song of pleasure, John approached the finishing line. He hammered faster into Gnome, causing the typically shy woman to stop licking Nia’s cunt and instead shout, “Yes! John, harder, harder, fuck me and fill me up! JOOOOHN!”
A final thrust was all he could take. Semen pumped into the depths of Gnome’s backdoor. Every spurt was a liberation. Every moan of the spasming woman was an achievement. John basked in the sensation for as long as they lasted, then pulled out. Gnome’s asshole was left twitching, cum leaking for the gaping entrance.
Momo had his cock wrapped in a steamed towel within two seconds. The soft and warm fabric was pressed tightly against his still erect manhood. The support bit her lower lip while pumping his shaft. Cleaning and masturbating him simultaneously came naturally to her. “A proper maid,” Aclysia hummed.
“Yeah, yeah,” Momo responded, transfixed still by his dick. She made sure every centimetre of his manhood was clean, then handed the towel to Aclysia. It was her inventory that served as the laundry bin for these. “Who do you want to fuck next, Master?” Momo asked, swiftly returning to stroking his cock. Pleasant as the soft towel had been, her velvety touch was so much better. She paid particular attention to the head, spreading fresh precum over the length of his erection.
“Do you want to be next?” he asked her sincerely.
Momo pressed her flat chest against his upper arm. A lack of squish in the upper department was more than made up for by the plump thighs that squeezed his hand between them. “I feel most fulfilled watching right now, Master,” she swooned right into his ear. His cock throbbed in her grasp, making her giggle again.
John let the first name that came to mind cross his lips. “Sylph.”
“Oy, fuck bunny!” Momo shouted into the room.
“Yes? Am I next? Do tell me I am next!” the bunny-eared air spirit babbled, her head rising from a small mound of writhing female bodies. “Oh, I see that gaze, I am indeed next! Woo-hoooo! Dickory for Sylph!” She zapped on over, landing next to the table and taking Gnome’s place as soon as the season elemental had found the power to shuffle aside. “Whatever hole you wa---AH!”
John was too horny to even let the palavering greenette finish her swift sentence. His cock slammed to the hilt into her drenched pussy, causing the storm inside to stir. Hard and fast thrusts were met by a vortex of clenching folds and tantalizing electricity.
“Oooooh, yesssshhhhh!” Sylph screamed, then fell silent as the first of many orgasms crashed down on her mind. Nia put her hands behind the long ears of the volt bunny, scratching the base while pulling the mouth of the hypersexual woman towards her pussy. The petite air spirit’s feet barely failed to touch the ground, leaving her completely stuck between the cunt she loved eating out and the cock she loved slamming into her.
“More, Master?” Aclysia asked, presenting John with another berry. This time, it was enveloped in a thin layer of chocolate.
“At this point I have to ask – are you putting something in the food?” John’s voice competed with the smacking of his hips against Sylph’s rear, a tiny and yet round thing, not unlike the apples that Aclysia had been feeding him actively the past three days.
“Of course not,” Aclysia scoffed, offended by the suggestion. “I have no need to add anything artificial to your food, Master. I have given Delicia extensive data on your reactions to food items and we have designed a meal plan in preparation of the Nympholympics that will raise your Libido to its most potent.”
John could not even pretend to be shocked. Aclysia ‘controlling’ his mood through his nutrition had been a long since established factor. “What kind of foods make me horny?”
“Among the typically recommended foods to increase libido, dark chocolate and red meat have been observed to be most successful with you.” Aclysia pressed the chocolate-wrapped berry against his lips as she spoke and he ate it swiftly. “Apples also have a reliable effect, although I have come to believe they are less libido boosting than energy providing.”
“So that’s why I always get a slice of apple pie before I have a stacked day at the office?”
“Affirmative.” Aclysia gestured to his other side, where Momo was offering him another slice of apple. He devoured it, then gave Sylph a nice smack to her shapely little ass. A short-lived shout echoed through the room, then the green-haired woman was back to licking Nia’s pussy.
“So those were the typical ones, any odd foods that make me more lustful?” the Gamer continued on the topic.
“Peas.”
“…Peas?” The Gamer almost stopped in his pounding for a moment. Alas, the rhythmic thrusting of his hips was so deeply ingrained in his muscle memory that it continued despite his confusion. “Really?”
“The workings of the human body are mysterious.” Aclysia let out a sigh. “I have simply observed this to be the case.”
John was not going to question the head maid in her area of expertise. Instead, he finished up with Sylph. Once the bunny had her pussy filled with fresh cum, she and Nia engaged in good old 69 on the table. John decided to put his butt down on the couch and let Aclysia have her turn riding him. For once, she elected to do so while facing him.
Three-way kisses between him, her and Momo continued for so long that John had to stop when he felt lightheaded. Leaning against the smooth backrest of the couch, he smiled at the bouncing, black-horned maid. The pale blue jewel embedded above her medium breasts glittered as she moved up and down. The side tresses of her bangs framed her face, while the ponytail behind her swayed.
John beheld her beauty for another moment, before checking on the rest of the room. Largely, the erotic energy had been discharged, leading the various haremettes in the room to instead play cards, read books, or engage in competitive Mario Party. All of this nude and uncaring about the ongoing threesome.
“More food, Master?” Momo purred and lovingly offered another bite to him.
“What the fuck is going on here?” Metra asked.
The blonde had just entered through the door that connected the upper layers to the driver’s cabin. Beatrice had taken over the shift at the wheel. A likely not too long shift, as they were rapidly approaching the location of Horny Village. The bus had been pre-parked in Salt Lake City, to where they had travelled by plane. From there it was just a few hours north.
“What hypnotic brainwashing did you smack on her this time?” Metra asked, gesturing at the extremely cuddly fairy.
Momo rolled her eyes. “I’m not hypnotized, Met.”
The First of Wrath stared at John to verify that fact. “She’s not,” John confirmed. “Momo is just in a lovey-dovey mood.”
“Urgh, don’t put it like that.” The fairy’s complaints were followed immediately by a kiss on his cheek. “I do love you though.”
“…Wow…” Metra let out a half-disgusted, half-playful sound. “Did he fuck the brattiness out of you while I was gone?”
“No! Listen to me! Use those big wolf ears for something useful!” Momo spread her legs to display her decisively unfucked holes. “Stop acting like I never, ever act nice to him!”
“It’s just so fun to tease you for it though,” Metra circled around the table, to take the spot that Aclysia had left vacant, now that she was seated on his lap.
The head maid’s bouncing had been replaced with a tender and slow rolling of her hips. She did not want to obstruct the conversation too much. More importantly, John reckoned, she did not want him to cum too quickly.
“Maybe I am being a bit harsh on him most of the time,” Momo relented and put yet another kiss on his cheek. “What do you think, Master?”
“I love you just the way you are,” he responded sincerely. “Whether you criticize me with good reason or give me shit just so we can banter, I love you all the same. When you are nice to me, when you are truthful with me, when you tell me what I need to hear, when you tell me what I want to hear, you are my Momo all the same.”
“Man, what was I thinking ever leaving you?” she said, earning herself a squeeze by the arm she cuddled.
“Valid things,” he assured her.
“Yeah… I’m happy I did it… but I’m even happier I came back… Really can’t have the pleasant resolution without the second act lowpoint, huh?”
“Life is ups and downs,” John agreed and leaned in for another kiss.
Their lips were just about to touch when the phone near them buzzed. John glared at it hatefully. Sure, he had like fifteen kisses before, but he wanted this one too! Metra allowed him to have it by answering the call for him.
“Emrik, bastard, what are you calling for?” the First of Wrath greeted in her usual tone. To John, it was just the voice of a tomboy, but to Emrik it probably was terrifying. Metra was so easy-going that her particular pitch looped right back around to feeling deceptive to the paranoid, political mind. “Are you for fucking real?” That response was honestly baffled.
John groaned and cut short his kisses with Momo to receive the phone. “Sorry, I thought against better knowledge I did not have to take this,” he greeted the man on the phone. “I would have answered immediately if I knew it was you.”
“I thank you for the confidence that I only call when it is urgent… or important,” Emrik spoke hesitantly, setting off enough alarm bells in John’s brain that he gestured for Aclysia to stop moving entirely.
“What is it?” he asked, gravely.
“Members of my faction in parliament have gathered 20 signatures from the House of Commons and 5 from the House of Exceptionals to push through a legislative pardon for Hypercrush.”
“…Excuse me?”
Aclysia fully rose from her Master’s manhood, allowing John to concentrate entirely on the phone call. One by one, the other sounds of banter and gaming in the room were silenced until only the pause screen music of Mario Party remained.
“They used the legislative pardon for him? Really?”
The legislative pardon was a power John himself had designed to be a check on his own power. As head of the executive, John had the right to arrest and detain basically anyone who he deemed to be a threat to the realm. He still had to put up valid reasons for that to the judiciary when he wanted them put in prison.
The procedure had been made extensive use of as Fusion expanded into previously anarchic areas. Military efforts spearheaded by John or Metra (typically) broke up local guilds and then they brought the leaders and other key figures to the judges.
The legislative pardon was meant to be an oversight mechanism for all of this. John had rounded up criminals by the dozens, sometimes the low hundreds, and it was inevitable that he made a mistake here or there in who did and did not deserve to be part of any given accusation. In the case that the judiciary then did not realize that such an error had occurred, people who were convinced that someone had been unjustly locked away could then approach their representative in the House of Commons to gather signatures to achieve a legislative pardon.
Such a pardon was, for all intents and purposes, a full pardon. Officially, all files regarding the person’s perceived misdeeds were purged and they were released from prison, with compensation when appropriate. In reality, Nightfall still was ordered to keep a file on such people, because John was paranoid and he wanted an additional layer of security just in case.
So far, the legislative pardon had only been invoked three times. First was for a highly repentant member of a small fry guild that had been obviously pulled along by peer pressure, rather than conviction that the strong should govern the weak. The woman had returned to civilian life without issue. The second had been a fervent supporter of Abraham who had funded the short-lived rebellion of the Small Lake guilds. He continued to be a thorn in John’s side to this day and it was only a matter of time until he was put back in jail for stirring sedition. Third was a customer that had gotten caught during a raid in an underground sex slave auction – the kind that John did not even remotely support. It turned out that the customer was there to buy other illicit goods. Not necessarily pardon worthy, as far as John was concerned, but he had not been found reoffending.
The story of the legislative pardon so far was, therefore, mixed. John had considered doing away with it, but was not willing to do so when Fusion was still so young. That and not having it would have concentrated more power in his hands, which he would have found troublesome in principle.
And now it had been used to free Hypercrush.
John groaned loudly and pinched the bridge of his nose. The number of signatures required for a pardon scaled with the crime they were convicted for or accused of. Hypercrush technically was locked away purely for minor offenses only. Still.
“I take it you call because you could not stop this?” the Gamer asked.
“Indeed. My opposition to you is required for the system to work as I wish it to, but even I would not unleash a violent criminal for the sake of annoying you.”
“Alas, there’s always one idiot who thinks he knows best… or 25 in this case…” John squeezed Momo’s thigh in a stress gesture. “I’m powerless to stop the pardon from going through without violating the separation of powers. I’ll take the best measures I can to minimize damage. Thank you for informing me.”
“For the wealth and security of our people,” Emrik stated.
They ended the call a second later.
Comments
Cassandra Thompkins
Also Momo being really loving in this part was really nice to see.
Cassandra Thompkins
I bet the towel is going to find its way from Aclysia to Layla. Likely as a reward for something because of how the towel was used.
