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The Gamer Chapter 1049 – Loving Embrace
🕑 Added 2021-08-14 07:35:55 +0000 UTCNia and John had the bedroom to themselves. While a couple girls of the harem had been present in the living room, they had stayed put. It was understood that this was the pariah’s time. The door closed behind them, the curtains shut, and they were isolated in the sensual twilight that remained.
Using his phone, John put on a playlist of calm jazz music. Then he put both it and his clothes into his inventory. Nia’s white, shadowless dress disappeared into the nothingness it came from, leaving both of them naked. Their exposed bodies turned, facing each other. After the softness of their day, John didn’t feel like engaging her with the domination he was usually so keen on.
Delicately, he brushed over the smooth, pale skin of her shoulder and up the elegant swing of her neck. When he touched her chin, she reached up and held his head between her hands. The touch of her slender fingers was as soft as her smile. Corners of her pink lips curled upwards, she said the three magic words, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” John whispered back without hesitation and bowed down. Awkwardness ensued, both of them leaning into the same direction, causing their noses to bump against each other when they wanted their lips to meet. The Gamer giggled, Nia’s shoulders quivered to show her own amusement. Emotionally stunted in her display, she failed to laugh.
John didn’t mind. She was making slow progress. Every day, she was showing a bit more instinctively. Didn’t need to think about smiling when she was happy or frowning when she was sad or disapproved of something. They worked out their little awkwardness and their lips found one another.
There was neither taste nor smell affiliated with Nia, but the warmth of their kiss was every bit as true as that of the sun. Kissing, the two got closer to each other. Nia pressed her lithe body closely against his frame. For an athletic man, he was narrow, but he was still broad enough to embrace the lithe woman. She stood on the toes of one foot to make the kissing easier on him. The other leg she raised, hooking onto him. By taking the thigh by his hip, John secured her stance. With the other hand, he tenderly played with her back.
Silvery-white lines were all over her back. John could feel them, these pariah-specific marks. Like a cross between lightning and the veins of a leaf, they spread symmetrically from her spine, densest around her lower back. The largest ones were as wide as a finger, many of the side-branches became too thin to be seen. There was no difference, in touch, between regular skin and them. What gave them away was the slight siphoning of magic John felt on his fingertips. It was a pleasant feeling, comparable to dipping into lukewarm water. What alien strangeness there was to it, he had long habituated himself to.
One after the other, he trailed these lines to their end. Sometimes he ended up back at her spine, sometimes they went to her side, a rare few travelled over her shoulders. It was difficult to see them, even with John’s magical sight. Their colour differed so little from her snow-white skin, it took knowing where they were to make them out.
Nia’s breathing steadily accelerated. Aroused, the touch of his magic brought her tingling pleasure. Following the depression of her spine upwards, over the nape of her neck, John reached the base of her ponytail and carefully undid the cord that kept it all together. Unbundled, her incredibly long hair fanned out. John ran his fingers through the silky, thin, and sturdy strands of platinum blonde.
A tiny wet sound accompanied the breaking of their kiss. Nia pulled back, shifted her weight and fell into the massive bed of the harem. Aclysia had chosen black sheets for today. Between them and Nia’s pale body was the layer of her gorgeous hair. On the strands, her slender body lay like a statue of flawless white marble on a golden fleece.
No artist could have ever done her justice, however, and the colours interrupting her complexion here and there were vibrant in their simplicity. The pale pink of her lips. The stronger colour of her erect nipples, atop her medium-sized, firm breasts, and her wet sex. The mild flush of her noble face. The dark blue of the Lover’s Will mark above her womb. The striking blue of her eyes, more awe-inspiring than the cloudless sky.
“You’re so incredibly beautiful,” John said, almost hesitating to climb on top of her and touch. He had done so many times before and would do so many more times in the future. Too dearly he cared about her to not crave the union of their bodies. His instinct to sleep with her was wrestling with the appreciation for the richness her existence alone brought to the world. Touching her with his hands felt like taking sandpaper to a Renaissance painting.
“Hold me, darling.” Her voice was filled with sweet care and she raised her hands to invite him into another embrace. Resisting the demands of such a lovable lady was impossible, and John climbed on top of her. Their arms slung around one another. Her lips were right beside his ear. He could hear her excited breathing, then the request, “Please, John, give it to me.”
Wiggling a bit to get into the perfect position, he whispered back, “Gladly, my beloved Nia,” and slowly pushed into her. It had been a couple of hours since their last engagement and her cunt had completely recovered, even if some of his (currently infertile) sperm was likely still in her womb. “God, you’re tight,” he gasped, penetrating her gripping folds. Deeper and deeper, he went inside, her fingers digging into his back, accompanied by lustful moans.
“Yes, yes, fill me. I want no man but you. You are all I ever needed, the… only… ahhh…” An intense gasp ended her sentence, when he stopped, sheathed fully inside her.
“You love this cock, don’t you?” John asked.
“I love you,” Nia swooned, her voice velvety from the soft expression of her emotions and the truth of her feelings. “Being one with you is the best feeling. I love your harem, all of these women that love you and that love me as well. Being with them, with whatever tools or toys they use, I like it. Your dick, it feels great. Mainly because it is part of you.”
John smiled and kissed her behind the ear. “You must have wanted to say that for a while,” he pointed out. “There were none of your usual breaks in any of that.”
Blush intensifying, Nia averted her gaze when he propped himself up to see her face. Her lips parted, perhaps to say something. Before any words left her, she placed her right hand back on the mattress. The palm pointed upwards, the fingers were only slightly curled, and twitched mildly as if waiting for something.
John was already reaching out. Fluidly, his hand locked with hers, their fingers intertwining. Her slender, white fingers fit so nicely between his marked knuckles. “You’ve gotten much better at speaking,” he complimented her.
“…Thank you,” Nia responded after a couple seconds of delay. Her bashful gaze wandered back to him. She was so vulnerable, so exposed to him. “I won’t try porn dialogue again,” she promised earnestly.
That had John burst out laughing. During their first time, Nia, still completely emotionless in her display and tone, had tried dirty talk. It had sounded incredibly stilted and he had eventually told her to stop. The moans he had then coerced from her were all he had wanted to hear. Now she meant more to him. Sounds of her ecstasy pleased him, but her honest words soothed his soul.
“Darling,” Nia said the single word, seemingly without reason.
“Yes?” John wondered, unmoving and still deep inside her. He remained that way while waiting for her answer.
“I wanted to say it,” she explained, tilting her head slightly. “My darling… you’re mine… I can’t believe how lucky I am that you wanted to have me.”
“You think you’re lucky?” John shook his head, their hands grasping a bit stronger. “I would be the happiest man in the world with you alone. Yet, you love not just me but being in my harem as well, and all who are a part of it. What more could I ask for?”
“I don’t know…” Nia straightened the posture of her head again. “…I could only ask for one thing right now…”
Smiling, John gave her what he knew she wanted. Drawing his hips back, he made her moan. Any semblance of reasonable conversation was over from the moment he delivered to her the ecstasy of their lovemaking. No matter how tender he was, no matter how slow he took it, his supreme skill and the many amplifications made sex with him a breath-taking experience.
Gradually, the softness was consumed by the haze of sex. Moans turned to shouts turned to screams. Nia’s legs closed behind his butt while he ploughed her in missionary. Her tits rippled from the repeated impacts, the stream of sounds broke, and the brilliant blue of her eyes glazed over with lust. Her expression was contorted from the torrential pleasure of multiple orgasms.
John wished for nothing more than to be closer to her and greedily claimed her lips. She answered him so willingly and lovingly that it pulled him out of the animalistic indulgence of the moment. What started as an act of instinctual desire slowed down their lovemaking. He didn’t stop thrusting in and out of her, her legs pulled him back in whenever he retreated from her drenched cunt anyway, but they did go down to a collected pace.
He was pretty close to the edge. His left and her right were still intertwined, tenser than before but still lovingly. Gently, the repeated thrusts raised his pleasure. Their tongues were in a balanced back and forth, no wrestling or fencing, just a rhythm of steady movement. It was almost painful, to be so close to the edge and slow down further. Nia’s heavy breaths made her nipples brush over his chest, until a new orgasm made her spine arch and her soft boobs squish against him. John was unfathomably close now. Only the head of his cock parted her wet, pink folds.
Their kiss broke.
“Inside?” he asked her.
“Inside,” she panted back.
Crawlingly, he pushed back inside. Delightfully, her wet cunt welcomed him with writhing walls that remembered his shape. Intensely, Nia breathed, high-pitched and delectable. Torturously, John’s cock, about to unload, was massaged from all sides. Barely, he summoned the willpower to last those few more centimetres. Finally, he was all the way inside and came.
“Darling!” Nia screamed the word, repeating it many times after, quieter, with ecstatic and loving moans. “Darling… darling… dar… John, my… darling…” She tried to stare at him, put all of her happiness into her gaze. John noticed it, before it fell apart and the repeated surges of pleasure made her eyes roll up. He couldn’t blame her, his own field of vision was filled with white lightning, renewing with every intense spurt of semen into her tight cunt.
He pulled her close, buried his nose in the soft, shorter strands on the top of her head. She half-bit his neck, muffling her cries. “I’m so glad to have the gorgeous woman that is you,” he whispered, while their orgasms subsided.
“…I feel the same…” Nia answered and then made a miserable noise that sounded like an unhappy mouse. “Inadequate.”
“Words are almost always inadequate.”
“Frustrating,” Nia agreed, and John pushed himself up to see her face. The most adorable pout was on her face, flushed and mildly sweaty still from the recent torrent. It wasn’t much of an expression, but she nailed the emphasis on the lower lip that made this mixture between demand and sadness so powerful.
“You’re so much cuter than Velka,” the Gamer hummed.
Nia’s answer was both swift and French in its pronunciation, “Impossible.”
“You’re calling me a liar?” John’s question wasn’t meant to be answered. He turned her on her side and positioned himself behind her. Holding both of her hands in his own and her body in a tight hug, he had her pinned. Love and domination mixed, and he fucked her hard from behind.
This time it was raw and intense, start to finish. Reverberations of their lovemaking bounced around the room. Vocalizations of sexual fulfilment, the slapping of groin against soft, firm, tight ass, and, finally, silence when he came inside her again. Nia spasmed and snuggled against him. Both of them sought the proximity and warmth of the other, even in the already hot room. It was stronger than logic or the need to regulate temperatures, all that mattered was being close to each other.
John suddenly felt drowsy. The feeling intensified with each spurt of cum and had grown to make him feel laden by the time her quivering quim wrung the last bit out of him. “You mind if I… take a nap like this?” he yawned.
“Yes,” she responded, shuffling around in front of him. Swallowing heavily, gathering her breath, moaning when his deflating cock flopped out of her, she turned around. Pressed tightly against him, she rested her forehead against his collarbone. “Like this,” she said, quietly, as if she was about to drift off herself.
John failed to check, his eyes refusing to open and his mind drifting off.
