Collide Gamer

“It’s back to work now,” John sighed after returning from the bedroom. As hard as she had tried, Lee had to succumb to pleasure-induced exhaustion yet again. The second round of the morning orgy, followed by a delicious and nutritious breakfast, had been too much for her and so she had made her way back to the bed for a nap.

Was John bothered by this? Not really. He had underestimated the effect he would have on someone who was only minorly above mundane athleticism. That his sexual capabilities regularly ruined women of immense power was something he derived great satisfaction from. Living with the drawback of this, that his dick was literally too powerful for the average woman to handle, was a mild bother but he could deal with it. Lee was, luckily, not an average woman and would eventually be able to enjoy their engagements without John holding back.

Magoi was likely to be somewhat annoyed that the first day of John and his daughter being together led to her missing school. Since he was also wise, he probably expected as much. There was something to be said about taking Lee out of the Fateweaver university altogether, given her evident distaste for book learning. That was, however, something she had to initiate on her own. John would support her in her decisions, not make them for her.

“Back to work ‘right fucking now’ or ‘later at this cum-soaked day’?” Eliza asked while John walked up to his chair.

There was only one way to properly answer that, John decided, and it was taking the blood mage by the arm. She rose quicker from her chair than he could pull her. That she had hoped for this outcome was written all over her delighted expression. Taking her over to the Harem Couch, he bent her over the backrest. It swiftly reshaped to provide her with emergency support.

He slipped into her eagerly waiting cunt. Immediately she moaned with unshackled desire, growing only louder when he hammered against her blueish, pale ass. “Fuck yes, I love you!” Eliza screamed, retaining her potty mouth in this particular situation. “You and your perfect fucking cock! Aaahhh, I love getting my useless c- FUCK!” A heavy slap on her behind interrupted her monologue.

John pulled her up, hand on her throat and mouth by her ear. “How often do I need to tell you that you don’t get to insult what is mine, Eliza?” Her pussy tightened; her expression shifted to reflect gleeful ecstasy. Lustful and loving fulfilment were both reached in that moment and it left the pretty little psycho in a state of giggles and adoration.

“Sorry… hehe… sorry, John… you make feel so fucking good. I’m yours, I’m sorry for insulting what is yours, please keep fucking my tight little cunt!” Overflowing pussy juice and irregular contractions accompanied her surrender. “Harder, please, John, harder! Pound my pussy as much as you want! I want to be your cumdump!”

“I’ll grant you all you could desire,” he whispered, “I love you, Eliza.” Her giggling was intermingled with the steady shouts of pleasure. He stopped fucking her for just one moment to turn her on her side. One leg dangled over the edge of the couch-platform, the other John used as a handle. Her foot rested on his shoulder. Her erotic body was helplessly sprawled out before him. Her decently sized breasts, her flawless, if oddly coloured, skin, her flat midriff and fantastically large thighs, all belonging to a woman that was in his beloved harem.

Her purplish lips were spread in a wide, open-mouthed grin, her pearly teeth so perfect and white no tool could have adjusted them to look better. Her purple eyes were a complicated display of supernatural factors, appearing facetted like broken glass and with golden marks inside them. The right had a golden, uninterrupted ring around it, with seven golden dots further in. In the other eye, there were only two such dots, the rest having turned into lines that crossed the golden ring.

With each thrust, the eye contact they had threatened to dissolve for good. It was interrupted, her eyelids fluttering as her tits bounced and her ass rippled from the force of the Gamer’s relentless appetite, but the pretty little psycho made the effort to always return to staring at him with her mad, lewd grin.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

John took it as a challenge to break that conviction. He hammered her with ever increasing speed and intensity. The Harem Couch was able to take all of his superhuman strength and Eliza could take much, much more than that. Upping her sensitivity and his efforts, he tore down her concentration bit by bit. The gaps between her refocusing turned longer and longer, until they were longer than the periods of eye contact lasted.

Finally, Eliza threw her head back and screamed in surrender to the multiple orgasms. “John, you’re messing me up! Shhhhh—fuuuuu---ck! It’sh tooooo gooood! Can’t think! Cum! I wa- aaahhh- nt your cuuhhhmmm, deep inshide meeeeee!”

John obliged her without a second thought, filling her up just as her words and contracting folds demanded. It was the next after several dozen orgasms he had already had that morning and it wouldn’t be the last of that day guaranteed.

They both panted heavily when he pulled out of her. “Thanksssss,” Eliza said.

“As if you need to be grateful for something like this,” the Gamer chuckled and bowed down to kiss his pretty little psycho. “You need a minute?”

“I need a fucking baby is what I need.” The blood mage recovered almost as quickly as John. Her regenerative powers competed with Gamer’s Body and it was still a close call. “Deposit that virile fucking cum right here.” She poked at the Lover’s Will mark with both index fingers. “I’m fallow over here, you asshole! Ploughed and ready to be seeded with dumbass nerd shit. Your awful fucking dad jokes would at last be justified.”

“Tempting,” John tried to downplay his draw to the idea. As always, the thought of finally obliging her had him harder than an iron rod. ‘Great, now I need to take care of this,’ he thought. Someone had already positioned herself to follow up on Eliza, thankfully.

“Sit down,” Salamander said and shoved John in the direction of the Couch. Before he landed, that segment had transformed to catch him in a broad armchair. Once he was on his butt, he got comfortable and waited for the apocalypse elemental to climb on top of him. He was promptly obliged. The larger woman impaled herself on his cock and shoved two tits the size of his head in his face.

That was a very pleasant way to lose his vision.

About two hours later, at roughly eight in the morning, John finally made his way to his office. He was accompanied by Aclysia and Beatrice. Neither tagged along because they would take the first shift. They simply had their own duties to attend to in the Guild Administration. John had decided that, in order to settle back into work, he wouldn’t have anyone attend him during the first two hours. There was too much he would have to look through and several administrators he needed to check up with. It was doubtful he would even sit in his office for those first two hours.

Teleporting into it after a week was an almost nostalgic feeling, in the good sense. John felt alleviated at the revelation that going back to work was pleasing to him, in a way. Last thing he wanted was to start hating his work. Him performing badly would have far-reaching consequences, so he couldn’t have that. Luckily, even aside from the lewd ones, he connected good memories with this place. Dull as it could be, bureaucracy was often a nice break from geopolitical scheming or fighting on some distant battlefields.

‘I don’t look forward to the day this becomes my sole obligation though,’ John thought while he walked past his clean desk and towards the door. ‘Did Romulus become obsessed with tournaments because he would be bored out of his mind otherwise?’

The room was exactly as John had left it. All of the fresh paperwork he had to contend with was with the rest of the administration in the neighbouring rooms. John didn’t want anyone to have access to the many documents he kept in his office and had therefore locked the door. While he trusted each person directly underneath him with the matters of their respective office, what gathered in the President’s shelves were the classified documents of all offices. Only himself, his women, the generals and the ministers could be trusted with access to those. Honestly speaking, John had his doubts about the last of those. Many of the ministers were appointed out of pure necessity, John didn’t know them personally and just grabbed who he thought was the best available person for each job. In a few cases, he had to forego meritocracy in favour of appeasing some of the more powerful parties.

He wasn’t exactly proud of it. Appeasement was often how the first rot settled in systems. The cost-benefit analysis he had made at the time had brought him to the conclusion that it was alright though. Those ministers may not have been the best, but they were competent enough that nobody would raise an eyebrow. Indiscriminate hiring of fools for nepotistic or ideological reasons, that was the real danger to look out for.

“Alright, I’ll see you soon,” John told the maids when they parted, with kisses, on the hallway. He went right and they went left. His first stop was the office of the middle-management. The primary task he had there was to announce to everyone that he was back and that they could resume sending him whatever needed his approval.

There was a general air of relief in the room when he said all of that. Although they had fared well without him around, it appeared they were much happier to have him there than not. Another good sign, as far as John was concerned, as that made him feel like a competent boss.

In quick succession, he visited several of the ministries. Those that usually had more pressing matters first, namely the Ministry of Infrastructure and the Ministry of Justice. The former needed John to sign a lot of things because he was the head of Collide and Fusion and much of the land was still in governmental hands. While he had managed to weasel himself out of having to sign absolutely everything by delegating the authority to grant land below a certain square-metre threshold to lesser officials, there were many projects that still required his approval. There were also noise concerns and waste to take into account. As for the Ministry of Justice, Fusion’s legal code was still full of holes. The first document John had drafted had, due to time constraints and the sheer nuance of reality, not contained every single case they were currently dealing with.

John had solved this issue by implementing the ‘Executive Right to Halt a Trial of Significance’. It was a pretty tyrannical law by the wording of it, allowing John to postpone a trial until legislation fitting it could be passed. If he so desired, he could postpone a trial indefinitely, keeping the person in custody, or pressure parliament to pass a hand-crafted law that would have whatever punishment John desired in it.

The alternative to this right was that dozens or hundreds of people would be judged too harshly or too leniently. Because John only trusted himself with his power, he had to be presented with every single one of these cases and judge them accordingly. Then he had to inform parliament of these circumstances, give a recommendation and then stay out of it. The only part that prevented this from being a tool of absolute power was that he didn’t actually have the power to suggest or implement legislation.

John was about done with his announcements when his work phone buzzed. After he checked the number and saw that it was from the military, specifically Ted’s office, he excused himself from the room he was in at the time and entered the empty hallway. “John Newman here,” he said, not sure who exactly was calling him.

“Ted,” the few-worded general responded swiftly. “I have bad news.”

“How bad?” John wanted to know, annoyed that this was the final note of what was otherwise a pleasant return to work.

“The Death Zone is expanding.”

That landed an ‘extremely’ on the bad scale.