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The Gamer Chapter 1790 – The not-so-Small Tournament Interlewd – Casual Evening Sex [Erotic Content]
🕑 Added 2024-11-23 18:40:42 +0000 UTC
John dropped the controller. Sylph and Undine had just finished ganging up on him, taking him out of the game entirely. Since the round was still going, that freed him to do other things. Since the food no longer weighed him down heavily, that other thing took on a certain character quickly.
Nia lay next to him. Her dress was still off in whatever void it was cut from. Her face was hidden by the e-reader that she held up above her head. The device wandered to the side when he caressed the length of her leg.
Long and lustrous it was. From the carefully clipped nails all the way up her hips. Her skin was smooth like… nothing else, really. Shaven and kept hairless, cleaned and cared for every day, the intertwining of warmth, gently yielding skin and smoothness could not be compared to any so stiff material as glass or polished marble. To do so was to paint a picture inaccurate to just how beautiful women could be and how beautiful his Nia was.
John’s fingers travelled a curve. Hardness came in the form of her hip bones. The bumps framed her lower abdomen. Lithe as she was, the blank presented in a way that some men may consider too skinny. While he understood the sentiment, it was just the counterpart to John’s own dislike of even a little fat. Neither was reasonable, both body types fell into a healthy spread, but reason was rarely asked when it came to matters of taste.
The curve bridged the pale gap between hip bone and the dark lines of the womb tattoo, then continued further down to her flower. Unexcited, Nia’s slit was a hairless, smooth crevice between her legs. John gave it a poke, feeling the loose skin on the labia. A little juvenile of a gesture, admittedly. His thumb went for gentle strokes across the lower lips afterwards.
Raising his gaze, he found Nia following his playful touches with a blank expression. Disapproval could be read into it, but he knew her better than that. He wiggled a little closer. Her legs parted to make room. The left remained on the couch, the right she pulled in a bit. Her big toe nudged the Gamer’s cock.
The playful gesture would have made John laugh more if he hadn’t been entranced by the sight of her womanhood. He had seen it hundreds of times before, but he still loved to follow the process of growing excitement. Arousal tinged the surface of her sex pink. It swelled, the slit parting moment to moment, revealing the pretty pink of her petals. The strokes of his thumb grew in speed and pressure, lubrication spreading. Finally, the little hood over her clit began to be pushed back by the swelling beneath it.
“No foreplay.” Nia gave his cock another poke with her big toe. The fully erect member ‘waved’.
John, who had been halfway down to giving her pussy the deserved worshipping, shrugged. “As you wish,” he answered simply. It was a relaxed sort of affair, what they were having here. John’s life was a den of depravity with all of his sex slave play, dominance and submission. This was none of this. This was plain vanilla lewdness on the couch.
John loved it every bit as much as the spicy meals he usually had.
The e-reader was put aside on the couch. John got on top of the blonde pariah. Her right eye followed him while he grabbed a pillow. She raised her hip and he put it underneath. It just made for a more comfortable angle that way.
“Ah…” Nia moaned quietly when his dick first touched the centre of heat between her legs.
“Loud today, aren’t we?” Salamander commented sarcastically from the sidelines.
“Shush,” John told the red-skinned elemental off. Cackling, Salamander returned to her conversation with Siena. The harem around operated as normal, as they should. Nothing about the scene that was happening in their presence was unusual.
Holding his cock at the base, John kept the underside pressed against the wet labia while he thrust back and forth. Even those little touches felt fantastic. The little twitches of her excited body translated upwards. Their juices mixed into a sticky lube that allowed John to penetrate her tight entrance easily, once he angled his cock properly for the task.
“I can shout,” Nia responded to Salamander. The timing was odd. Her partner was halfway into her and pushing further, yet her voice barely trembled with any lust. If there was one thing John did not like about vanilla sex, then it was the lack of incoherency his hard poundings usually brought along.
‘Then again, one thing I do not like about BDSM is that all the gags, hierarchy and such makes banter pretty difficult,’ John thought. ‘Almost like everything has drawbacks.’
“I really, really, really, really, really do not get how you can always be so quiet when you have sex!” Sylph weighed in, the controller in her hand clacking as she pressed the various buttons. “I want to babble and moan and shout and let it all out! No, wait, I want John to let it all out! Inside Eliana! To breed her.”
John’s cock twitched inside Nia. The pariah, ever so slightly, raised an eyebrow.
“This is why you’re my favourite fucking person!” Eliana declared.
“…You never, ever called Sylph your favourite person,” Undine drawled drily. “In fact, I remember numerous inflammatory descriptions of the blabber bunny.”
“Blabber bunny! That’s so good!” Sylph giggled. “Eliana, how do you feel about being called breedable like a bunny?”
“I don’t fucking care, just pump babies into me!”
John’s cock, now fully inside the pariah, twitched again. He groaned, his sensitivity experiencing a momentary spike. The one visible eye of the blonde was half-closed now. She did not need to move her facial muscles much to create an air of incredible smugness. The tiny curl to the corners of her lips was enough, really.
“Yes, yes, I have a breeding kink,” the Gamer admitted to the unspoken question.
Nia’s hands landed, soft as butterflies, on both sides of his face. She pulled him closer, whispering moments before their lips met, “As long as you know you have a problem.”
The Gamer recoiled from the kiss. “I do not have a problem!” he insisted, while gliding out of her. He glided back in a smooth motion. No hard thrusting or other abrupt movements, just a steady in and out. It was the epitome of relaxed missionary.
One of Nia’s legs wrapped around his waist for no other reason than she could. “You do have a problem,” the pariah answered. Her tone remained neutral, tingeing only slightly as the pleasure grew. Her face did a much better job at reflecting her desire. Sex had been one of the few things that could coax an expression out of her even before she had properly started training to that end. She smiled slightly, her brows quivered, and her nostrils flared. “You have not bred anyone yet – he twitched inside me again.”
“Stop reporting my secrets to the press, woman!” John demanded.
“Please, your desire to breed is about as secret as the fact that Epstein didn’t kill himself,” Lee announced her return to the room.
“Breed me, breed me, breed me,” Nia chanted.
John wanted to tell them that did not do anything, but he would have been lying and Nia would have known. Instinctively, his lovemaking became a little faster. ‘God, I want to shoot the virile kind of cum into her,’ he thought to himself.
“Your last thought was: Lord, I want to pump her full of baby batter!” Lee declared in her best JoJo impression.
“I would never be so crude in my thoughts,” John denied.
Lee gave him the doubtful stare, put a hand on her wide hips and scanned the room. Aclysia and Nahoa came back into the room behind her, witnessed the scene, then marched on to the kitchen. The half-maid was about to follow, when Nia spoke up. “Join us, bestie.”
“Bestie?” Lee snorted.
The pariah tilted her head. Her lips parted and John took his revenge for all the teasing by accelerating in that moment. It broke Nia’s train of thought, replacing it with unvoiced moans. Even then, the speed and kind of motion did not produce more than the little wet sounds of gliding in and out her. “You… mhm… call me that all the time.”
“Yeah, because I am generic gamer girl number 1337, hashtag… Gaia, I love to watch you climax.”
Nia’s release was anything but sudden. Gently rising pleasure rose to a plateau every bit as tender. Twitching, visible pupil dilated, the blonde pulled the Gamer the rest of the way into their kiss. Breaths were held and released in bursts. Air brushed over the side of John’s face. Their tongues intertwined greedily. Her pussy contracted around him in short-lived spasms.
After five seconds, it was over. An objectively short time, yet drawn to such wonderful length in the context of the entanglement. “That hashtag would go viral,” John guaranteed.
“Yeah, it would,” Lee agreed. “Anyway, you have fun.”
“I asked that you come here…” Nia pouted. The sight of her lower lip getting pushed out was deadly. Suffering the same kind of brain rot, John and Lee dramatically placed a hand on their chests simultaneously.
“Well, you have no choice now,” the Gamer declared.
“Nope, it’s out of my hands,” Lee agreed. “Okay, bestie, where do you want me in this?”
Nia patted the broad set of the couch right next to her. “Outfit stays on,” she demanded, as strongly as Nia could demand things in her neutral tone.
“Even the panties?” Lee teased.
Nia, dick still inside her, got her hands under her best friend’s skirt and pulled on the plain, white underwear. “Obviously not the panties.”
“Not the panties!” the gamer girl lamented as she was stripped of her pretence of dignity.
Nia orderly put the underwear aside, while John gave the gamer girl the most judgemental stare possible. “Did you make a Spongebob reference just now?”
“All I’m sayin’ is that my panties get every bit as wet as the navy.”
Nia giggled. A sound so rare and loveable that John had the instinctive need to kiss her. Something Lee got in the way of by doing it first. He could not get too mad about that as it created a show for him to watch. The dark-haired, bottom-heavy newcomer to the scene was making out with the hot blonde that had been there from the start.
This was the kind of friendship in his harem that justified aiming for an internally loving gaggle of girls. Adorably, they cuddled, arms wrapped around each other. Hotly, they breathed, Lee gasping for both of them as the arousal spread through her. Erotically, they winded, enticing him with glances and wiggling hips.
Metra walked by, pointed, and laughed. “Look at John being a third wheel!”
“He is being rather passive,” Siena agreed.
“Can’t I just watch cute girls kiss?” John asked.
“No,” said Nahoa.
“No,” agreed Salamander.
“No!” chirped Sylph (probably just because others said it).
“W-would be kind of unusual…” Gnome muttered. The season elemental was the only one around that was actively watching them. Everyone else was giving glances at most while gaming, reading, or chatting.
“Everybody’s a critic,” John grumbled and proved all of them right by pulling out of Nia and pushing into Lee instead. Lee had a much higher Libido than Nia to begin with, so she got drenched within moments. His member already coated in the slippery mixture made penetrating her that much smoother.
He got into a simple rhythm. In and out, just hard enough to make Lee cradle back and forth with the motions. The two women kept making out and aided the mutual pleasure by rubbing the clit of their fellow haremette. “Cuddles,” Nia managed to push out between kisses.
“I suppose I will oblige,” John joked. He had to angle himself a bit to pull it off, but he had experience in that and both of his current partners were on the thinner side of chests. Practically lying on top of them, barely propped up by his elbows, he embraced both of them. Hands brushed over his naked back, giving his muscles the kind of appreciative rubs that were just normal between loving couples.
Lee’s short fingernails scraped over his skin. Her body underneath him tensed up suddenly and harshly. The folds around him tightened. She came with both John and Nia kissing the sides of her face, exclaiming her release with a loud cry. John stopped fucking her to run his fingers through her straight hair.
“Breed, breed, breed, breed,” Nia whispered and earned herself a weirded-out glance.
“You’re in an odd mood tonight,” John pointed out.
“Do not listen to him-mhm…!” Lee pressed out, still trembling. “He t-totally did the ‘I love this word’ twitch inside me.”
“You better not fucking listen to the creepy blonde!” Eliana weighed in.
John just rolled his eyes, electing not to feed them more of the reactions that they craved. “I am getting close though,” he admitted. “Where do you want it?”
“Face?” Lee suggested.
“Face is good,” Nia agreed after a short pondering.
They shuffled about with a mild sense of urgency. Nia and Lee got on all fours, John knelt in front of them, and the two women grabbed his cock, stroking him rapidly. Nothing immediately happened. “I thought you were close?” Lee complained after a minute of wanking him.
“I am,” John assured, his voice strained. “Just kind of… stuck…”
Lee had no further questions. Like he had learned that women were more AND less complicated (simultaneously) than popular opinion made him believe, the previous virgins in the harem had long since learned that male biology could have its own quirks. Sometimes, he was right at the edge and the right stimulus was just sort of missing.
“Maybe don’t tease me with breeding and then make me cum with your hands?” the Gamer suggested, half-joking, half-desperate.
“That was a bit cruel,” Nia admitted. “Should we change again?”
“No…” John closed his eyes and just focused on their stroking. “Any second now…” The wet and hot touch of lips was not surprising, yet it was overwhelming. Nia and Lee made out with the head of his cock between their swirling tongues. That was what he needed. “Oh, f—uck!” he groaned and felt them pull back just in time.
His eyes flew open. He held onto the backrest with one hand to keep his upper body steady. Seed rushed up his shaft with too much force to just decorate their faces. Cheek to cheek, mouths wide open, tongues out, the two delighted at his taste. They climaxed one more time, from his semen and their mutual masturbation. Eyelids fluttered and panting breaths accompanied their trembling, perfectly coordinated strokes.
The handjob slowed as his orgasm ebbed away. Droplets of thick white continued to pearl from the tip for a little while, getting licked up by Nia and Lee interchanging.
His manhood slowly deflated. A temporary state of affairs, no doubt. Since the maid meeting had concluded, there was nothing between them and their pre-sleep orgy now. Nothing besides the new round of fights the other haremettes had started in the game, anyway.
“Urgh!” Lee exclaimed.
“Urgh?” John asked. “That’s not usually the reaction I get from women after two orgasms.”
“I have to clean up now!” Lee complained and gestured towards the ropes of excess seed that had shot past their faces.
“Also your uniform is dirty,” Nia pointed out.
“Wha- double urgh!”
“I have told you before!” Aclysia shouted over from the kitchen. “Do not serve on all fours in uniform, it maximizes exposed area for stains!”
The banter continued as the night did.
