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The Gamer Chapter 1044 – By the Lakes Finale – A successful deal and a delayed contract
🕑 Added 2021-08-07 13:45:09 +0000 UTCJohn struck a line he had just written from the stack of papers before him. Accompanying his new addition, he said, “Alright, so Fusion agrees to a stimulus package for the Lake Alliance that is equal to the average productivity of the people lost times two. The money will be primarily distributed among families who lost loved ones during the conflict. We are all in agreement?”
“Yes.” Lia, who had raised that point, nodded.
“Fantastic.” John put a period at the end of the sentence and then reviewed the stack of paper in front of him. It was full of corrections, rewrites and additions, all in John’s handwriting. While it had improved a bit since his school days, courtesy of his heightened senses and body control, it still was far from brilliant calligraphy. That he had been in a hurry writing it had not helped. “Alright, let’s check on the topics. Anybody got something to add about the way we handled the devolved parliament?” He glanced around the table. No one spoke up. “How about the Lorylim measures? Border security? Internal borders? Economic measures and obligations? Infrastructure projects and federal funding thereof? Trade agreements? Relief funds? Taxes? Exchange programs? Charity?” There was nothing to any of them, only nodding or tacit acceptance of what had been previously discussed. “Fantastic, it seems we are done then.”
Next to him, Rave slowly opened her eyes and then blinked. With her head resting on her hand and her elbow on the table, she had napped in that particularly careless way cats did. It was a habit she had formed ever since the quarter fusion. “I heard the word done?” she asked and yawned, revealing her tongue in the process. Sometimes, John was reminded of the piercing she used to wear. Prime reason was, once again, her partial elemental transformation. Apparently, the hole had been closed in the same process that had restored her arm. Since she had already worn it less and less, for several reasons, she didn’t bother doing that again.
“Yes,” Emrik confirmed, ending negotiations. Remia sunk together in her chair like a failed souffle, Theron was already sitting on the floor, Leslek had laid down on the table at some point, and Lia visibly relaxed. Only the main negotiator, Aclysia and John seemed to be fully present still.
The Gamer made an orderly stack from the papers, signed each page once, and then handed them to his maid, who brought them over to Emrik. “I entrust you with the first draft, in case something needs to be double-checked later,” he explained.
“Won’t you need it to create the proper contract?” Emrik asked.
“I can recite the entire thing from memory,” the Gamer waved off. Narrowing his eyes, Emrik noticed that there was something off about that statement. ‘So, he does notice exemptions from the truth as well? Wonder what part of my body language gave it away.’ John noted the results of his little experiment and then added, “I’ve also had Beatrice create a copy on the computer. We just need to fancy up the presentation and smooth up some formulations before we print it. Of course you will be sent updates and approval requests for any changes.”
“That’s good. When do you think the official signing can take place?”
“I would suggest New Years,” John answered after a moment of deliberation. “That gives you enough time to get everything together, plus the people will like it.”
“I agree. The meeting is over,” Emrik said and got up. Everyone else soon followed suit. “Theron, bring our future president back to his apartment.”
“Can’t you tell Leslek to do it?” the tired-looking man asked.
“Follow my orders,” Emrik said and Theron sighed.
“This way, Mister President,” the disruptor mage said and John obediently walked along. “Why is he making me do this anyway?” Theron complained. “You know the way back, don’t you?”
“Absolutely,” John told him. “You can leave if you want to.”
“Urgh… I want to, but Emrik would find out…” Theron mumbled and scratched his head. “Man, what a pain.”
“How did he even end up at the top? He is powerful compared to the average Abyssal, but not much compared to you,” John wondered.
“Between me, Remia and Leslek, do you think any of us care about ruling?” Theron answered with the obvious. “With Lakamun out of the picture, Jeremiah would have taken over. That would have…” interrupted by a yawn, Theron stretched, “…would have been an absolute disaster. Kinda worked out for us that he got munched by the Lorylim.”
“I guess they are useful as waste removers,” John joked, getting only a weak wheeze out of the tired man.
They walked the rest of the way in silence. Once they were at the top of the staircase, Theron felt like he had done his job well enough and walked away. John remained where he was and looked over the Niagara Falls. It was deep into the night already. The negotiations had taken something close to 12 hours in their totality.
“Anything out there?” Rave asked, stepping up to his right side. No sooner had John put an arm around her, than Aclysia possessively attached herself to his left.
“Just enjoying the view,” he answered.
“Master, we should head downstairs,” Aclysia whispered in his ear. “After the disrespect you had to suffer today, a massage is in order.”
“I don’t think today was that bad.” John gave both of the girls a kiss on the cheek. “A massage does sound nice though.”
They made their way back to the apartment. Through the cave and the corridor, they heard carefree laughter. John had just stepped into the room, when Sylph flew by in front of him. She was closely followed by Salamander.
“DON’T YOU EVER FUCKING SPAWN A RAINCLOUD OVER MY HEAD AGAIN, BREEZE FOR BRAINS!” the apocalypse elemental shouted.
“But you were in such a rainy mood, big booby bimbo. Bimbo, that’s a fun word!” Sylph dodged a claw strike by Salamander’s armoured hand and zapped to the side. “Bimbo, bimbo, big booby moody bimbo!” the arcvolt elemental kept saying, dashing and posing while fleeing from the stronger, but considerably slower, pursuer.
“S-should I do something?” Gnome asked, the only person in the room that seemed even remotely bothered by the ongoings.
“Just let ’em have it,” Rave waved off. “Those two can’t get along unless they shout at each other once a day.”
“I mean… y-yeah, but… this is still a bit much…” Gnome mumbled.
Salamander narrowly missed Sylph with a kick and landed on the stone floor. Breathing angrily, she remained where she was for a couple of seconds. Sylph dashed around her with light-hearted mockery on her lips. A pillar of flame exploded from the apocalypse elemental’s scalp, turning her buzzcut into the long-haired variant of her hair. Black, jagged lines ran through her bright red hair. They seemed to be almost stationary, even as she whirled around. “I WILL RIP YOUR AIRHEAD OFF!”
“I’d much rather give head! Lots of head! Mother Air, I just love sucking COCK!” Sylph indecently giggled, before dashing away from the resumed chase.
“Either Salamander catches her and pins her down or Sylph tires her out,” Rave said and took Gnome by the shoulders, manoeuvring her towards the bathroom. “So the question is whether Salamander makes Sylph eat her out or if Sylph sucks on Salamander’s tits. Either way, they’ll make out.”
“Do you mean make up?” John asked, fully knowing he was walking into a joke.
“I know what I said,” Rave winked.
“O-okay?” Gnome said, a confused expression on her face. “Don’t break anything!” she shouted before getting pushed through the bathroom door. Like the rest of the apartment, it had the cave aesthetic. It was spacious, but not large enough to allow the entirety of the harem to fit in without things getting seriously cramped. The most prominent parts of the bathroom were a large bathtub of dark, smooth stone and a rain shower. It was a special design that took up a lot of space, where the water came out of numerous holes in the ceiling rather than a shower head, emulating varying intensities of rain. John considered that for his upgrade of the shower room at home. “What am I doing here?”
“Helping,” Aclysia said. While her clothes disappeared under skin, she pulled three bottles, each smaller than the last, out of her inventory. She placed each on a smooth surface that jutted out of the cave-like bathroom wall, conveniently placed right next to a leather-clad pedestal. They guessed its purpose was exactly for massages. Even if it was originally meant for something else, it was still functionable enough for the purpose.
John disrobed with the click of his inventory button and Rave mindlessly threw her dress in the opposite corner of the room. Then he climbed on the pedestal and laid down on his stomach. It was firm and pleasant to lay on, although the lack of a face hole meant that he had to look forwards at an empty, granite bathtub.
“Helping with what?” Gnome asked, while Aclysia started to spread oil over John’s back. It had a herbal smell and relaxed him quickly. The question was quickly answered by Rave, grabbing the largest bottle, the one filled with simple oil, hugging Gnome, and graciously pouring the slippery liquid over their tightly mashed cleavages. “Ooooooh,” she got it, before letting out a much lewder sound from the body grinding that followed.
John turned on his back and let Aclysia give his front some basic love before the main program started. She rubbed his shoulders, his abs, his thighs, and then shamelessly grabbed his dick. Between oil and precum, he was lubricated well enough for the ensuing hand job to be quick and satisfying. Incredibly eager to make him cum, she jerked him off at a rapid pace.
Two steps over, Rave and Gnome had turned almost their entire bodies into glistening wonder. Almost of equal height and both of balanced curves, they had a pleasing similarity to them. With her perfect ass, Rave won over the overall slender Gnome in the raw sex-appeal department. Her hair colour and cat features made her stand out further. Even if one won over the other when it came to John’s tastes, both were incredibly sexy, as they made out.
Gnome eventually leaned her head back and gasped at the ceiling. Gasps quickly turned into sharp cries, as she was pushed back against the wall and pinned against it by the dominant woman kissing her neck. Brown hair trembled, just like her entire body did, while Rave fingered her cunt.
Feeling his orgasm rise before Gnome approached hers, John directed his attention to Aclysia’s hand instead. The hand was quickly supported by the naked maid’s soft lips. Their beautiful light pink colour wrapped around the head of his cock. Her tongue massaged his sensitive glans, her hands masturbated his shaft and gently caressed his balls.
‘Let me taste you, Master,’ her voice reached his mind. Her pleading gaze, hungry for his seed, made him surrender to the ecstasy. Greedily, she gulped down his cum, and wiggled her bubble butt happily as she was overtaken by a mild orgasm in turn.
“Fuck, how do I even survive not cumming every thirty minutes?” John wondered, feeling every last bit of stress melt away while Aclysia climbed on top of the pedestal. She was quickly joined by Rave and a weak-legged Gnome. Pouring a healthy helping of extra oil over all of them, John helped them with the subsequent ‘massage’ he received. All three women spread the oil over him by sliding up and down every bit of him. Grabbing Gnome by the hips when she was in a convenient position, he penetrated her drenched cunt. The insides of her cunt were a bit odd, like all elementals’ were in their own way. Much smoother than a human pussy and yet still wet and tight, it gripped him, reshaped itself even as he moved inside her, being the snuggest possible fit at every moment. The harder he fucked her, the more intense the pulsing in her body, the stronger the pleasurable friction he felt while pumping in and out of her.
Gnome was almost immediately overtaken and fell down on top of him. Moaning and shouting, the cuddle rock quivered on top of him while the two beautiful, bubble-butted babes kept serving him with their glistening bodies. Their sensitivity was upped, even the grinding of their erect nipples over his body made them gasp. Wet pussies pressed against his legs.
“All went pretty well, huh?” Scarlett asked, distracting John minorly from his current pleasure. Less with her voice than with her presence. Having a harem of incredibly hot babes made it difficult to know where to look sometimes. Walking past, the redhead shamelessly presented her full bottom. The pale, round ass jiggled with every step she took. When she bowed over the bathtub to twist open the faucet, she deliberately presented her hairless cunt. Spread open, her pretty pink pussy lips were sopping wet. She had been eaten out for hours, it looked like.
“The annexation, yes, although I’ll have to deal with Emrik now,” John said. He didn’t need to explain to her what the agreement had been. Since Beatrice had copied everything said into her laptop, the technomancer would have read along.
Rave sealed his lips temporarily with her own. The minty and sweet flavour of bubblegum was on her lips, as was the earthy taste of autumn air, remains from her long kiss with Gnome. After giving his girlfriend’s thick butt a nice slap, he commanded her to orgasm. Her grinding turned into a spasmic writhing, while she screamed.
Water splashed quietly and Scarlett made herself comfortable in the rapidly filling bathtub. Openly, she placed two fingers on her clit and started masturbating to the sight in front of her.
“Yo, you guys having fun in here?” Lee asked, poking her head into the bathroom. “Are we doing some kind of victory orgy? ‘Cause I’d start another game if we aren’t.”
“This is going to escalate,” John told her the obvious, while pulling out of Gnome. His cock was exposed to the air for less than two seconds before a hungry cat girl straddled him and impaled herself on his length. “So, I wouldn’t do it, if you care about your MMR.”
“Get me a bottle of whisky and get in here,” Scarlett commanded.
“Sorry, Scarlett, but, as a Fateweaver, I work for the government.”
“I guess that explains why you never go to your studies and fuck around all day instead.”
“Yeah, I’m living a fun life. Must be sad that I’m not a corporate drone to command around,” Lee shot back with a good-natured smile on her face. “I could be bribed though.”
“Fine, I’ll make room in the tub,” Scarlett shouted over Rave’s moans. Said tub was easily large enough for eight people, with several seats and, John’s eternal favourite, a jacuzzi function.
“I’m game.” Lee grinned and disappeared from the doorframe.
“Best case scenario, Emrik becomes president of the Lake Alliance,” Scarlett continued with their orgasm-interrupted conversation and with masturbating. “Then he is powerful, but his influence stays largely local.”
“Worst case… I don’t even know, there are several bad cases,” John admitted. “I’ll have to think more about what I would do in his situation and why…
…but I can do that after I fill all of you up.”
