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The Gamer Chapter 1191 – Liberation Campaign 5 – Full Swing
🕑 Added 2022-04-04 18:39:51 +0000 UTCTo sleep while awake with two other bodies was weird. Awakening in that state was even weirder. John submitted the amount of sleep he needed to the demands of his body. Due to exhaustion, he had no trouble sleeping through the hours. The already comfy armchair was transformed into a true heaven of relaxation when Undine joined him and Siena and formed her body into a form-fitting layer that supported them. All this meant that John had no control over when he woke up.
The only thing that felt remotely similar to having his main consciousness join the rest of himself in the world of the waking was the sensation of a clinically numbed limb returning to a regular state. Mundanely, that took several hours. For him, it was a few seconds and blinks. He stretched and rolled his shoulders. Although the armchair was comfortable, it was still in an upright position, so he felt pretty stiff.
Another part of him did as well. Morning wood was usually tended to before John was fully awake, courtesy of the women with mental connections and Rave’s uncanny ability to predict her loved ones. Today was… no different. Most of the elementals and the humans in his party were enjoying their own sleeping break, the only exception being Salamander, Sylph, and Eliana who, together with Beatrice, were making sure they weren’t surprised by any sudden invasion.
Besides Beatrice, there was one more woman that did not require rest whatsoever in their group. When John felt the touch of reluctant lips on his dick, transforming quickly into an eager blowjob, he knew who he was dealing with before he looked down. “Assaulting a man in his sleep, how perverted,” he teased the white-haired sassy maid.
Momo rolled her eyes and mumbled something into his cock, before taking it into her throat. Her bright pink lips, a colour impossible to achieve without lipstick for a human woman, were stretched around his girthy rod. As she sucked him off at a moderate pace, she softly fondled his balls.
Leaned back, John just let her do as it pleased her. His enjoyment came first and foremost from the service, but that Momo had carefully undone his zipper and pulled down his legwear sometime during the last hour added a special something. Before long, he came down her throat. Gleefully, he got to behold Momo wrestle to keep control of her facial features as the cum-induced orgasm made her eyelids flutter. She partly failed, making for a delightful display of eroticism.
John expected the morning service to end after he had splattered the last drop into her gullet. Instead, the fondling of his balls turned into a curious weighing. Then the blowjob continued, at double speed. Momo seemed hellbent on extracting a second load from him. For all her sass, her skill at sucking him off could only be achieved by a nymphomaniac training on the daily. She was supported by Undine and Siena, both now awake, both shoving their large breasts in his face. Within ten minutes, he came for the second time.
After gulping down every last drop, the sassy support slowly slid off his shaft. With an audible ‘pop’ the vacuum seal of her lips was broken. “Thanks for the me- I mean, took you long enough to cum!” Momo started in a dreamy tone, then quickly remembered that she was what Rave would call a ‘tsundere’.
“Nobody forced you to make me cum – twice,” John continued to tease.
“I had to make sure your balls were ‘empty’,” Momo made quotation marks with her one hand, while weighing his balls again, “otherwise they drag down your brain.”
“Pretty sure my balls are always full,” John pointed out. “Not that the amount I do cum even fits in there.”
“I guarantee you, there’s a difference between how heavy those are when you’re pent up and when you aren’t,” Momo told him. She cleared her throat and averted her gaze. “I’ve done… ehem… extensive testing on this.”
John was torn. On one hand, he didn’t want to accuse one of his women of lying, Momo least of all when it came to technical discoveries, on the other that sounded a lot like an excuse to suck him off in the morning. Whispering in his ear with her crystal-clear voice, Undine said, “It is true.”
“Really?”
“Really,” Siena whispered in his other ear, the single word travelling through his brain like a strand of silk. Between their boobs and the voices, his dick remained fully erect. With a heavy sigh and a glint of desire in her eyes, Momo got back to work. The other two women exchanged a glance and joined her.
“Huh,” John let out a sound of surprise in the meantime. He had just assumed that ‘permanently full balls’ meant that there was no effective difference ever. Now it was revealed that there was ‘full’ and ‘fuller’. Admittedly, he had never taken a big interest in the working of his own body. As long as the erection functioned, he did not care particularly what the reason was. Butts, boobs, and sensitive spots were so much more interesting to study. Thinking about it, it actually made him tingle pleasantly to think about how much attention his girls must be paying to be able to call this.
The pleasantness of the morning continued. John could not afford sexual activity of the usual intensity, but he still had a harem full of women that almost required an orgasm a day to function. Almost was the operative word, most of them had done just fine the past few days (even if about half had gotten their ‘fix’ in ways besides John). Everyone was happier for the stress relief though. The Gamer relied more on the commands than he usually would have done to get them off. That he only had one body around did not help either.
Even during breakfast, John got to enjoy the service of the harem. Specifically, Eliana was riding him in reverse cowgirl, as he laid on the naked stone floor and got the sweet fruits that Nadine (the Gnome+Undine Combination that specialized in plants) had grown presented to him one slice at a time. The world they were in was an absolute hellhole, but their powers had long since exceeded the point where the material conditions that surrounded them were anything more than a mild hurdle to their own wellbeing.
Thankfully, there was nothing to really worry about inside or outside his primary body.
Ted and the volunteer force relocated through a hidden tunnel, which they then collapsed. After emerging in one of the other bases Gnome had prepared, they kept on moving to the next one over, obscuring their tracks the entire time. If they were found again, the enemy clearly had more than luck available to them in terms of tracking. Whether there were more forces on the island was an open question.
Aclysia and the Mandala Sphere had made their way around the necromantic leyline and were now back on their speedy charge east.
On their front, Sylph, Eliana, Beatrice and Salamander, their primary guards, sat on top of the obelisk that had been originally used to spot them and occasionally swooped down to make quick work of any and all Ironborn that approached the Cardinal Bastion. Even while the whole ‘sexual discharge’ was going on (of which Sylph needed more than all other present haremettes), there was always one of the four on the lookout.
They had executed a total of ten Lords that way so far, either carrying messages or answering a call. John pieced together that forces had been supposed to gather at the northern Bastion. For what purpose, he was not clear yet. Most likely just fortification and readiness to answer to Arkeidos’ next order as a consolidated unit.
While those two guarded the perimeter, Momo had done her job of combing through the innards of the castle. Much of it was filled with the typical Ironborn apartments. Spacious, luxurious rooms filled to the brim with small comforts and assortments of books and other scholarly pursuits. There was way too much to scan through all of it, so they only made note of its existence.
More interesting were the two crystals Momo had found. The first one was in a complex directly adjacent to the central chamber with the staircase. It appeared to be something like a war room, with a large map of the Iron Domain in it. Several dozen figures carved from iron or wood were on top of it. Their disorderly state suggested that this was in service of a game more so than actual strategy. John looked at it from several angles, archiving the images in his memory. Whether it was useless or not, he could decide properly when he had pondered over it.
“Alright, Observe this,” Momo told the Gamer, unveiling the crystal by pulling back a blanket she had thrown over it. A basic but often effective countermeasure, in case the crystal’s communication included a way for the opposite person to gaze through it. The crystal was a light purple and had an uncut surface, many smooth surfaces of varying sizes giving it a mostly natural look. Elongated, almost tear shaped, it sat on top of a golden stand created specifically for it.
“Well, secrecy is out,” the Gamer announced after having used the demanded Observe. “Whoever is on the other side can hear and see us.” He took a step forward and grabbed the crystal, testing if he could reciprocate the procedure.
A sensation he was deeply familiar with, that of his conscious fanning out, pulled at his mind. He let it happen. A moment later, he saw over a dozen chambers, most of them empty, few of them filled with Ironborn.
Only one of them was truly interesting, showing a throne room of dark stone and various metals. Six small obelisks, forged from elemental metals (the more regular variety, not more of Oblivium and its peers), framed the path that led up to the seat of the tyrant, necromantic energy swirling between them.
A construction that was simple for the resources available to the Emperor yet embodied, in its stone and metal, the concept of ‘throne’ perfectly, it was filled by a ghostly green human. The scale of his body was not clear as John had no concept of how large anything else in the room was. Fact was only that the marks over his body, trenches dug by claws, made it clear who the man sitting there was.
Connection established, John took his hand off the crystal. “Here I was wondering just how much damage Eliana did to you,” he gloated.
“A miniscule amount,” Arkeidos responded, evidently unperturbed. He must have anticipated the contact for hours, since Momo had first discovered the room. Everyone else in the network was silent. “An interesting curse your partner inflicted on me. A bother, nothing more.”
“If you want to be free from the bother, just tell me where your phylactery is, I’ll gladly end this for you,” John responded with a confident smile. “It’ll be quicker than you deserve.”
“What conquerors deserve is what they can take,” Arkeidos retorted.
Then there was a sudden snap. John’s mind was booted out from the connection and the crystal before him grew dull, the smooth surfaces no longer reflecting the light in the room. “What was that even about?” Momo asked. “Neither of you said anything. He might as well have destroyed the crystal immediately.”
“It’s a conqueror thing,” the Gamer responded, grabbing the crystal and spiking it on the floor. It shattered in a myriad of tiny pieces, eliminating any chance that the connection may still be open one way. “There’s just that tingling urge to emphasize or downplay achievements or losses.”
“…You could just win and not compare dicks along the way?”
“You could do that… but I don’t think the type of person that thinks that way usually builds a nation,” John told her. “People like you are more likely to found a university or something.”
“Oh, woe is me, being useful to society without showing off. I’m such a terrible, terrible person,” Momo remarked drily.
“Yes, you are, but not for those reasons.” John chuckled and turned around. “Let’s see that other crystal.”
They returned to the central chamber and then took the stairs all the way down. The natural light of the day lasted even shorter than it had in the last fortress they stayed in. As he had analysed through Aclysia’s travel, the further north, the longer the day. Where Aclysia and the Mandala Sphere currently were, around halfway between the Eternal Fortress and the southern edge of the continent, there were only two hours of daylight. Only all the way north would days approach the length of a regular one on earth.
That created a bunch of questions about the Kingdom’s celestial alignment. Then again, it was doubtful the stars in the sky were actual stars, not just consolidated spheres of magic on a distant ceiling. Launching a rocket sounded like a fun project for another Kingdom at another time.
How long a day lasted mattered little when they descended underneath the fortress. No natural light reached the winding steps, as they spiralled into a cave that was either natural or had existed for so long that it had started to look that way. Giggling and swarming out, Momo’s Firefae illuminated the large open space with red, blue, green and white light. They danced through dripstones and created little ripples when they danced on the ponds.
“Girls,” Momo clapped her hands to get the attention of her familiars, “we need light on the way, not in the cave.”
““Soooorryyyyyy,”” it echoed from everywhere and the fourty-five Firefae returned to them. The five of them that had rolled the black version, unable to emit light, sat on Momo’s shoulders or hid under her poncho, while their sisters made sure that Momo and John could see the next step. There was no railing and the drop was ten metres, even from halfway down. Not threatening, but unpleasant.
At the bottom of the staircase, a road of cobblestone cut through the cave. Its borders were partly covered by the bases of the dripstones, but the path itself was well visible when illuminated. John could already see its end in the distance, about fifty metres from them. Waves of green mist, contrasting the darkness without banishing it, channelled into a black spot before emerging in that familiar triangular, shifting stream.
As they approached, the black spot became more apparent. It was a black sphere, its surface imperfect with lighter swirls covering it. Inside it, the faces of various people swirled in agony. Souls that were pulled through, purged of all their individuality, and transformed into raw lifeforce that could travel the distance. John could read all of this from its description and its Attributes. A Velkyrion, as it was called.
John wanted to destroy it then and there, and get rid of both the unholy refinement that put the souls of people who had lived a dystopian life through one final trip of torment and the power source Arkeidos used for his dark dealings. However, the Velkyrion served as the mana vacuum for the souls. As terrible as it was in its service as a relay point, it did not pull on what was not already there.
“Arkeidos did not create this thing,” the Gamer reported, as he followed the raw streams that flowed in from the north as far as he could. They seeped out of the cave wall, without further clue where they came from. “Seems like this Kingdom did indeed have a tradition of necromancy before he came along. He was just the best at it.”
“Violence begets violence. Guess you can extend that to necromancy.” Momo hummed, moving her hand through the stream of ‘purified’ lifeforce. It did some mild damage to her. Far too little to not be immediately fixed by her regeneration. The stream continued. “What’s our next move?”
“Stamping out every place that feeds into this thing,” John told her. “Once we have confirmation there’s nothing else releasing souls into this abominable practice, we smash the Velkyrion itself.”
Momo nodded.
