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The Gamer Chapter 1268 – The Second to Return
🕑 Added 2022-08-18 09:46:17 +0000 UTC“FUCK YOU, GRANNY!” Salamander screamed.
“Fuck me yourself, insolent bitch,” Nathalia growled back.
The two were standing chest to chest, forehead to forehead, in a manner that drunk men about to brawl would. Neither of them was drunk nor a man, but that didn’t stop either of these incredibly sexy women to behave the part. ‘Stereotypes really only go so far,’ John thought as he sighed. In his lap, Rave giggled.
It was day two of his mana returning and it logically followed that he would summon back more of his elementals. By his calculation, he would be able to summon between none or two of them back each day. The percentual cost of the Artificial Spirit Skill made the calculation minorly awkward.
As for why he had chosen Salamander as his second, Nathalia had insisted on it to boast. Now, it may not have been a wise decision to oblige the dragoness for that reason, but the boasting was an inevitability. Might as well rip that band-aid off early.
The expected had happened over the past three minutes. Salamander had returned, spotted Nathalia’s massive tits, and let loose a few comments about it being unbecoming of someone her age getting work done. Nathalia had reacted by pushing her boobs up in display. Salamander had answered in kind. The confrontation had gradually heated up. They got closer to each other. Salamander realized that she was the slightest bit smaller now and that this was a permanent affair. She got pissed. Nathalia got pissed.
It was a good time all around.
Unironically, since John could feel this was the same kind of anger from Salamander that he felt when he was getting mad with a particularly bratty Momo. It was all overplaying for the sake of getting the blood pumping. The fun kind of rage. On Nathalia’s part, he wasn’t quite as sure. Then again, if the dragoness had been actually angry, she would have blown a hole in the wall already.
The two of them stared at each other. Salamander’s smooth, lizard-like tail waved around in agitation, while she and the dragoness kept their basic pushing contest. Nathalia was the better of the red-skinned elemental in height, breast size, and power, although only the last of those three had a serious margin between them. Both were exuding fire between their clenched teeth.
“There’s only one fucking way to decide this,” Salamander suddenly announced.
“I could not agree more.”
The two of them suddenly turned to John. “Have fun, tiger,” Rave said, taking her leave from his lap with two taps to his shoulder.
“I will.” He watched his girlfriend go, until her ass was no longer close enough to distract from the two sets of super-sized funbags chestily bouncing their way towards him. Nathalia and Salamander mustered him impatiently. ‘How much trouble would I be in if I pointed out that they are more alike than different?’ The Gamer chuckled to himself. ‘Well, let’s not find out today.’ “Alright then, let’s go to Salamander’s apartment.”
“Why her’s?” Nathalia asked, sharply.
“It’s closer,” John gave a simple objective reason.
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Obviously, there was an oil wrestling ring in John’s household. It hadn’t been an option for it to be any other way. It wasn’t a daily occurrence for it to see use, but much like the stripping poles, there was enough frequency to call it a justified purchase. Whatever Salamander had, Nathalia needed too, so there were actually two oil wrestling rings in John’s household.
This wasn’t just a casual ring either. This wasn’t even a mimicry of a professional ring. It was a custom-made, ten-metre-wide colossus of rubber, plastic, leather, and well-covered mechanics. Eight pillars and an elevated rim surrounded a flat basin. Elastic ropes, as would be seen in a regular boxing ring, stretched between those pillars, each of which also was slightly bent inwards and had a knee-high hill underneath it. Each of these bumps was about one and a half metres in length and had a mostly flat top that slopped off drastically. The exit of a tube extended slightly from the pillar, around the head-end of the elevation.
It was strangely satisfying to see the oil evenly spread out over the perfectly cleaned and level surface. From eight points, the oil advanced, pouring down the bumps. Each circle eventually melded with its neighbours, until it all formed a thin, translucent, still layer.
‘One of the best purchases of my life,’ John thought, remembering the troubles it had been to find and fly over the Floridian oil wrestling ring engineer. “Alright then, if the contestants would enter.”
Salamander and Nathalia had positioned themselves on opposite sides of the ring and now made their way through the rope. Carefully, the two tall, naked, nicely built, round assed and massively endowed women walked towards the centre of the ring.
To avoid getting oily himself might have been intelligent, but to know that was unavoidable was wise. Weaving through the bordering ropes, he stepped into the ring himself. The ground had a good level of firmness to it, designed to give a level playing field, while preventing the worst pains from falling. Admittedly, falling was not particularly threatening to any of them. It was a real possibility though. Having general, godlike powers did not elevate one from the laws of friction.
Careful to put his entire sole down and to not put too much swing in his step, John made his way to where Nathalia and Salamander were staring at each other. The two redheads stared at him. Both were of the intense orange variety. Nathalia’s long, cascading hair had the colour of molten rock. Salamander’s buzzcut was closer to the goldish-orange at the heart of a flame. A small but notable difference.
Both of them waited impatiently, arms crossed underneath their boobs, presenting their enormous sizes. Nathalia’s incandescent eyes met the white-black, black-red heterochromia of the elemental. The dense concentration of jagged, black lines was present all over her body. Rarely connected, they gave her body a level of tribalistic decoration. Nathalia stared, Salamander grinned, both were signs of agitation in their own way.
“Alright then, on my mark,” John, firmly erect, raised his voice. “Three… two…” Both dropped their waiting pose and readied themselves for the attack. Legs were bent and round butts pushed out. The counter-weight to their chesticles, those magnificent asses made the ass-man pause for a moment. “One…!” He found his voice again. “Go!”
The fiery women took their steps forwards and went into a wrestle. They kept their supernatural powers in check, their hands clashed at similar, almost mundane speeds. It took all of three seconds for the two-sided push to make them lose their footing.
The two dropped to their knees, then Nathalia yanked them off to the side. Landing on her back, Salamander was now underneath the dragoness. Giant funbags dangled above and jiggled, flattened, below, responding to gravity and all the tiny shifts of weight that were part of a power struggle. Nathalia tried her best to keep the apocalypse elemental pinned, hands above her head.
A surprised, semi-moaning sigh escaped the dragoness, when Salamander’s tail whipped across her ass, leaving behind a clear trail of oil. “You dare?!” Nathalia growled.
“What’re ya gonna do about it, huh?” Salamander cackled.
Wrestling for dominance continued. For the moment, the two of them were still fairly clean. Only Salamander’s backside had really been in contact with the oil. Leveraging her grip, Nathalia forced the pinned hands together, allowing her to hold both by the wrists with just her left. With her right, she aggressively squeezed Salamander’s tits. “So proud of these, weren’t you?” she asked, her touch spreading some oil over the massive mounds.
“Hey, you liked them enough to copy me,” Salamander mocked. With a combination of force and lubrication, she freed her arms from Nathalia’s grasp. Immediately, she tackled the dragoness. Chaos ensued, a constant winding of sultry curves, opportunistically searching for any chance to gain dominance. The difficulty of finding such an advantage increased rapidly, as the oil came to cover all of their red and light brown exteriors.
Any tight grip was made ineffective by the slipperiness of their glistening skin. Where simple grabs failed, full body grappling was the only choice. Salamander eventually managed to slip behind Nathalia. Arms wrapped under the dragoness’ shoulders, feet prying open her legs, Salamander held her rival for a little bit.
In a proper wrestling match, this might have been cause to start a countdown. There were only two rules to this variety of wrestling though: 1. it ended when one or both were petered out, and 2. the goals were entirely arbitrary.
And so, Salamander released one of Nathalia’s arms for no other reason than to reach down and repay the dragoness for the earlier squeezing. Again, the dragoness moaned. “Even more sensitive than before. Shouldn’t you learn some fucking decency at your age?”
“Shouldn’t you learn respect?” Nathalia growled back, winding in an attempt to escape.
Watching, only an arm’s reach removed, John heard Salamander’s excited breathing. Kneading Nathalia’s massive mammaries, pinching the pinkish brown crowns, the apocalypse elemental was in an outwardly dominant position. Her tits were no less sensitive than Nathalia’s, however, and having the oiled back of her rival continuously glide over it must have caused its own deal of stimulation.
Greedily, Salamander eventually tried to get her second hand in the mix. That was opening enough for Nathalia to wind her way out of the hold. In a matter of seconds, the situation had turned around completely, with the dragoness now straddling the midriff of the fire spirit.
“That’s your proper place,” Nathalia purred, reaching behind herself. Fingers dug into Salamander’s pussy. Staring with dominant glee, the taller woman with the soaked, orange hair watched her junior moan and squirm. Salamander tried to squeeze her way out. In John Newman’s harem, only a few women would have had the kind of hip to midriff ratio that would have allowed that course of action and Salamander was not one of them. Her ass was too juicy to fit between Nathalia spread thighs. All she accomplished in sliding upwards was to make it easier for Nathalia to knead her breasts.
“Oh fuuuuuuuck!” Salamander screamed, her squirming growing more desperate.
In a desperate display, she wrapped her arms around the dragoness and toppled the two of them over. Rather than another struggle, there was a silent agreement about what was to happen next. Their legs crossed over each other’s. They got close, very close, oiled tits pressing together. The kiss of their bosoms was closely followed by that of their lips, Aggressively, they made out. Monstrously long tongues wrestled in place of their limbs. For dear life, they held onto each other. Their hips rocked back and forth. Cunts grinded together and over their thick thighs.
In the middle of their tribbing, Salamander glanced at John. Nathalia followed the direction of her eyes. Together, they beheld his dripping cock, oozing precum continuously. Coiled tongues loosened. Invitingly they dangled past their chins, agape mouths and eager moans urging John to hurry.
John’s dick was between their lips near instantly. Putting his hands on their heads, he guided the oiled, fiery babes up and down his shaft. Sometimes in unison, sometimes in an opposite rhythm, and sometimes with no real rhyme or reason, they slathered his cock. The monstrous tongues wildly slithered around, Nathalia’s coiling and pressuring in a constant frenzy of motion, while Salamander seemed almost relaxed, despite being herself one of the more energetic cocksuckers in the harem.
“Let’s not forget the main course,” John said, when the initial service had cleared the immediate need for pleasure. Both of them nodded, his cock still between them.
Stepping back, John retreated to one of the bumps underneath the pillars. Hurriedly, Nathalia and Salamander crawled after him. John laid down on the bump, just as they positioned themselves on the side. Nathalia was to his left, Salamander to his right.
The bump was a wonderful design, serving both as part of the drainage system and as the perfectly sized place for John to lay down and solve the awkwardness accompanying double and triple tit jobs.
John practically salivated, while their massive tits swallowed his cock in its entirety. Where there had been a large manhood a moment before, the much more pleasant sight of oiled up tits took up everything. Fingers sunk deep into the squishy meat, cupping their breasts and pushing them tighter together.
“Oh God, yes,” John gasped, his voice momentarily overpowering the moans of his lovers. In the best possible way, it felt like his dick was melting in the heat and softness of the combined cleavage of the volcano goddess and the apocalypse elemental. That one, short outburst did not indicate a trend. As they began to shake their tits, their voices grew louder.
Doubtlessly, they would have started bickering again, if they hadn’t shared a philosophy of actions over words. Concentrated solely on providing the best service they could. The last time John had received a double tit job of this magnitude, really the only time before, had been when Undine and Salamander had worked together.
Those two had worked together. These two were more in competition with each other. There was a constant struggle between them about who got to have more of his iron-hard rod between her tits. Between their almost equal size and the slipperiness of those oiled, fantastic funbags, no advantage gained ever lasted. Silkily, the hot tits glided over each other. Their squishy shape transformed unceasingly. Fingers and palms dug in, creating trenches. The border between red and caramel moved without pause.
The pace went faster and faster. Animated to ever greater feats of debauchery by the competitive nature of the tit fucking, Nathalia and Salamander’s discordant service managed to be just as enjoyable as one carefully coordinated. They shouted, orgasmic spasms sometimes hindering their movements.
John came suddenly and hard. One moment he was clenching his teeth, the next his hips shot up. His cum exploded out between the squishy confinement. All of the feverish movements suddenly slowed to a very delicate, careful service. Erotic panting accompanied their cleavages being painted white.
Barely was his orgasm over that the two super-hot babes pulled each other aside. Nathalia at the bottom, Salamander on top, they sucked and licked the tits of their fellow haremette clean. Wildly masturbating, while the enchanted seed filled their mouths, they orgasmed intensely. A wonderful show, for John, as he recovered and patiently waited.
There was no way he would be allowed to leave the room after just one round.
Comments
Great chapter! My favorite of this arc so far
