Chapter 1123 – Back in Black 6 – Lovely Memories


    “And this is where a woman first touched my dick,” John said and gestured at a stone that stuck out of the ground, peaking at sitting height. The forest they were in wasn’t particularly dense and the sun was slowly setting, putting the mix of trees and the ground in a somewhat romantic light.


    “Did you have to word it that way?” Momo asked.


    “Quick, take pictures for the history book!” Lee added to the sass and clicked her tongue in an attempt to mimic camera shutters. “This is where the Gamer lost his virginity.”


    “Nah, he lost his virginity somewhere over... there, I think?” Rave gestured in the general direction of a clearing. “Dunno where exactly we put up the tent. This was a few days before that.”


    “First time we got sexual, she gave me a blowjob to bribe me,” John reported, or reminded those that already knew. “Not much has changed.”


    “Your size has changed,” Rave laughed and measured a long distance between the index finger and thumb of her right hand. As long as that particular combination allowed, anyway. “I would’ve kept it to a hand job, but he had a pretty small dick back then, so I just went for it.”


    Nathalia tilted her head confoundedly. “I fail to see the connection.”


    “Not everyone was born without a gag reflex, Nathy,” Rave responded flippantly. “That he wasn’t that well endowed made that less intimidating.”


    “The size is half the fun,” the size-goddess said, still confused by the idea that a woman could disagree.


    “Glad that ya met him when was already sized up then.” Rave smiled.


    “Can we talk less about the size of my dick or, specifically, my previous lack thereof?” John requested.


    “Why? It wasn’t like... pitifully small,” his girlfriend asserted. “It was fine. I really liked having the chance to get used to it as it became bigger.” She licked her lips. “It was the cum taste Perk that got me more interested in giving BJs though.”


    “To this day, I have no idea what cum actually tastes like,” Lee thought out loud. “Just realized that. Only ever had the magical stuff.”


    Metra put an arm around her. “Don’t worry, he’ll use the Overclock again sometime. Then you get to find out.”


    “It’s not that great,” Scarlett said. “It’s fine, some people insist it’s utterly disgusting or whatever the fuck, but that’s not true either. It’s just okay.”


    Lee responded in her deep, sarcastic tone of voice, “You mean that regular cum isn’t as great as the magically delicious, instant-orgasm juice?”


    “It remains delicious.” Nathalia blinked at her fellow haremettes, her confusion prevailing. “I thought you all my sisters in desire, instead I find that your tastes are horrendously twisted. Sucking a nice, large cock is a pleasure in its own right.”


    “Ya know, I agree with you,” Rave told the dragoness. “It’s just that I’m now like three times as horny, used to the size, used to swallowing, and just generally way kinkier. I used to be normal.”


    “Big X to doubt on that one,” Lee said.


    “You’re right, I was always awesome. I just mean I wasn’t a girl that would agree to sit under a desk for an hour, sucking this guy’s dick the entire time.” Rave put a hand on her boyfriend’s shoulder. “Come on, Lee, you’re one of like three other girls in this harem that could relate to me on this.”


    “Honestly, my only problem is that John’s dick was already too good by the time I got into this.” Lee played with the tip of her dark hair. “Passing out all the time isn’t nice, but I wouldn’t trade the pounding for anything more comfortable.”


    “I get what Jane means,” Nia said. “Oral can be intimidating.”


    “Getting facefucked is the greatest thing since spanking,” Eliana disagreed.


    “It’s pretty nice,” Scarlett agreed.


    Rave rubbed her forehead. “How is Nia the only other normal one here? At least I’m fairly certain Lydia knows what I mean... then again, she is the anal queen...”


    “I was trying really hard not to stare at you.”


    “Pro tip, tiger, if a woman comes into the room wearing only a towel, she wants to be looked at.”


    “Tell that to awkward old me.”


    “I did.”


    “You did,” John conceded with a large smile. “Which started a lot of nice things.”


    “First blowjob, first kiss, first ‘vagina contact’, first time,” Metra listed all she had heard today. “Any first times you didn’t have with Jane?”


    “Nope,” Rave declared boldly.


    “Actually,” John softly corrected her. “First time I fucked someone up the ass was with Nathalia.”


    “Oy!” the first of the harem turned to the dragoness. “Ya ruined my streak!”


    “Imagine my guilt,” Nathalia responded carelessly. “I would wonder why you didn’t have him fill your back entrance on the second night. A fantastic alternative, simply ignored for several weeks of a relationship. As you stated, however, I am the weird one.”


    “’Cause you are, nympho dragon,” Rave looked to her fellow humans for some support and again only found it in Nia. “Seriously, how is Nia the most normal one here?”


    “I had, and still have, problems conveying my feelings. I’m not unreasonable,” Nia answered sincerely.


    “Unreasonable? No, but ya are weird in more ways than the one,” Rave insisted.


    It took them all the way until they reached Rave’s room for Nia to formulate an answer. “I suppose so,” she admitted, while they went inside.


    Beatrice physically recoiled from the harem leader’s den. “What is this?!” she exclaimed, shocked out of her speaking pattern.


    Everything about Rave’s room was brightly coloured. Not somewhat brightly coloured, extremely brightly coloured. The carpet was a fuzzy pink that matched her hair, the seats scattered about, mostly beanbags, came in acid green, baby blue, and more pink. The walls were painted in the same three colours and illuminated by neon lights. The bed, a considerably sturdier metal construction than John’s, was drowning in variously sized pillows, which were also scattered around the room. Everything that could be fuzzy, fluffy, and soft was fuzzy, fluffy, and soft, including the felt she had put over her office chair.


    Dramatically, Beatrice leaned against the wall, shocked by the absolute horror of colliding colours and asymmetry. “Criticism: never design any interiors. Your father’s insanity must have been passed down.”


    “Hey, ya know my apartment back home, I cut down on the fuzz and the colours!” Rave protested and waved them all inside. “Have a look around. It’s pretty boring. Ya might find some old weed, but that’s about it.”


    The harem did, and while Lee asked Rave where she had stored her sex toys – and then was weirded out when Rave reported that she didn’t use to have any – John marched over to the bed. He had a hunch and kneeled down. Searching underneath the bed, he eventually found something smooth and square. A moment later, he sat next to the bed with a white bathroom tile in his hand. “Remember this thing?” he asked while laughing.


    “Oh wow, that was still under there?” Rave asked.


    “Yep,” John got up and explained, noticing the many questioning gazes. “It’s called a ‘Slab of Horniness’. It makes sex in a room 20% more enjoyable once per week.”


    “That made such a huge difference back then,” Rave hummed.


    “Affirmative,” Aclysia nodded. She had been around for that part herself.


    John put the item in his inventory. It wasn’t really worth using it anymore, but he would like having it in his trophy room for nostalgia’s sake. “I think that’s practically all of the big places checked off,” he said and hungrily gazed at his girls. “How about we call it a day now?”


    The horny harem agreed and they drove back to the bus.