chapter 1093 – new year’s 4 – in the new year


    sad as the speech he had just given was, now that he had gotten it over with, he could enjoy the three universal pick-me-ups: alcohol, companionship, and a good view. not only could he enjoy those three, he could indulge in the best version of them, that being his favourite variety of alcohol, the companionship of his beloved haremettes, and the view from atop his palace, right to the feet of lady liberty.


    the first drink of the new year was a mojito, a beverage consisting of lime, rum, cane sugar, fresh peppermint and sparkling water. it squarely fell in the category of ‘really dangerous’ drinks. the rum taste was effectively overpowered by sweetened lime and mint, which was a delicious mixture, and the sugar helped the alcohol enter the bloodstream. the result was a quick and fairly intense buzz.


    as for the female companionship, he was sadly limited to one body. sitting at the edge of a giant plinth, only so many partners could cuddle up to him. at best three, two if he didn’t want an overenthusiastic nuzzling to send him tumbling down the fac?ade of his palace onto the top of the star fort. in other words, with what reason remained between sips of strong cocktails, two were the maximum.


    enjoying the view with metra under his left arm, a drink in his right hand, and nathalia hugging onto that side, was fairly easy. explosions kept rising from the clusters of activity all across the city, with the occasional flash from a mostly uninhabited area here and there. the hudson barrier was still scarcely populated compared to the real new york city, but abyssals had more money and enthusiasm to celebrate. that it was the first new years most of them could celebrate in a large community without fear of getting mugged or abducted certainly helped.


    john squeezed metra’s butt. his hand had easily invaded the minimal bit of stretchable fabric that her hotpants represented. the smooth skin of her bouncy backside pleasingly gave in under his fingers, while also conveying that firm feeling of muscles.


    “i... hmm,” nathalia spoke up and then fell silent again almost immediately.


    “what’s the matter?” john asked, sipping on his drink. the only reason he wasn’t absolutely hammered yet was momo and beatrice insisting on regular water intake. right now, he was blessed with another mojito though.


    “i lack the word to express what i mean,” the dragoness growled, as if this was somehow the language’s fault.


    “then just-“ rave, who was otherwise standing two metres away and talked to other haremettes, started.


    “i refuse to say it in my tongue. what point is there to me learning this lowly language if i cannot wield it appropriately.” nathalia grabbed john’s drink and emptied it. “two more of these,” she demanded.


    “at once.” aclysia obediently retrieved the glass and nathalia’s empty bucket and walked to the assortment of cooling boxes they had put up there for ease of access. watching someone blend a cocktail with the kind of wooden spoon usually reserved for soup was almost comedic. john couldn’t help but snicker when he got his already tall glass and nathalia got her bucket. they toasted and drank an equal amount in terms of percentage.


    nathalia placed the bucket next to her and wrapped her arms around john again. the taller woman pressed her naked breasts against his shoulder, while leaning down to his ear. she whispered, “a word about strong liking, different from love, help me, father of my children.”


    “appreciate?” john suggested.


    “appreciate... yes, that would work,” nathalia hummed. “i appreciate this tradition. the explosions amuse me.”


    “come here,” john told her and waved with a finger. eager, the first of wrath stepped up to the side of the chair and moaned when her chosen king rubbed her glistening cunt with his fingers. the teasing quickly transformed into fingering, then into a rapid working of her cunt.


    under the influence of the alcohol and with his dominant side already catered too, he had no mercy and no sense of pacing. metra’s legs soon started to quiver, as she stood motionless. the anger on her face made way for a blank, lustful expression. like a bitch in heat, her tongue lolled out as she panted. soon she came, her insides squeezing john’s drenched fingers.


    the gamer followed quickly, nathalia’s blowjob as relentless in her hunger as he had been in his desire to see metra squirm. groaning, he came down the dragoness’ throat. every last drop was wrung out by her long, nimble tongue and the vibrations of her cum-fuelled, orgasmic screams.


    while they remained up on the roof, their sexual escapades remained on this, by their standard, tame level. when the time approached two in the morning, the amount of rockets flying around had diminished to the occasional stray explosion every other minute. with the number of pretty explosions, their enthusiasm to remain outdoors waned and they moved back to their apartment. with all of the drinks, of course.


    once he was on the harem couch, john’s drunk mind had to admit that this was superior in every way. “change request,” rave said, after she returned from the bathroom. “can we have more than one toilet in our new apartment?”


    “if you think that’s necessary,” the gamer responded, sipping on a glass of water. they weren’t stopping anytime soon and momo still looked out for his hydration. he looked around the room. of the present people, only himself, rave, lee, nia, scarlett and lydia needed to use the bathroom. everyone else either didn’t have the biological functions required or dealt with the ‘problem’ another way.


    “i think we have the space anyway, so why not,” the lightbearer said and climbed over the back of the couch. “bad idea,” she said, after dropping quickly onto the cushions. burping, she stayed quiet. the fear of throwing up was written on her face.


    john patted her between her adorable cat ears and waited until her controlled breathing was replaced by a steady purr. once he was certain she was doing fine, he pulled her in his lap. one by one, the girls that needed to visit the bathroom came back.


    “how big is the guild hall now?” scarlett suddenly asked.


    “no idea,” john answered, his hands busy exploring his girlfriend’s curves. “i’ll check tomorrow.”


    “can’t you check now?” scarlett was clearly eager to know about the advancements that would be made.


    “we already checked the buildings we want,” john told her and kissed rave’s neck. “i’ll get the upgrades done when i’m sober. not like i can get the updates done until the island is vacated anyway.”


    scarlett made an annoyed sound, which ended swiftly when siena’s tail wrapped around her neck. “someone desires attention,” the midnight elemental hummed. skilfully, she cut the suit off the androgynous redhead’s body with her claws. then she dragged her over to the couch, where she proved her assertion correct by dominating scarlett into a mildly less disagreeable mood.


    the year started how the last had been lived: with lewd intentions and banter.