Chapter 1196 – Perk and Pounding


    John had a hunch that there would be a source of water inside the fortress and he was absolutely right. The grey stone structure had been placed on top of what was either the only or the last major oasis in the desert. There was an entire underground lake, easily enough to sustain several thousand people, fed into by natural means. The lake had been used for nothing, Mettle took care of sustenance and hydration, and likely wouldn’t be used for anything either.


    The Gamer planned to shepherd the entirety of the people out of the desert. It would be hard enough to feed them in landscapes they introduced edible plants to. There was absolutely nothing to be gained from having them stay all the way out there. The desert was something they could colonize again in several hundred years, when they had actually filled the rest of the barren map up with cities and villages, located in environments that weren’t so entirely hostile. During that trip, they would still rely on Mettle.


    Which meant that John had no reason whatsoever to worry about the drinkability of that water. Still, he had Gnome wall off a segment of it, before she joined Undine in recovering the people attached to the mana engine. Stripped naked, the environment illuminated by a Stirwin in his juvenile form, he dipped his toe in the lake. It was cold, borderline unpleasantly so, and he reconsidered his commitment to the bath. He felt his girlfriend creeping up behind him. Magus Step removed him from the path of the shove just in time.


    She stumbled and would have fallen face first into the cold lake, had he not caught her. “You’re lucky I’m a nice guy,” he told her. With most of his haremettes, he would have either let them fall or faked out at this point. With Rave, he knew that subjecting her to cold water went too far, heat seeker that she was.


    “And once again, I’m the fucking heater,” Salamander grumbled, taking a step into the water. While her presence warmed the cold water to hot spring degrees, John had a choice to go through. The last Adventure Quest had rewarded him with a free level in Metracana Master, after all.


    ‘Oh, that’s big,’ John thought. Pseudo Metracana and Foundation of Babel were repeat choices and both just as potent as last time he saw them, but Metracana Monster Girls, that was incredibly powerful. ‘Aside from Metra, all my AS would get their scaling increased. Doesn’t say it applies retroactively, so it wouldn’t be an immediate benefit. Typically, a future Perk does unlock the ‘lost’ points though.’


    It would take a while before the First of Wrath benefitted from the bonus. She only had one Perk in the monster girl category so far. An entire cycle through the Artificial Spirit Skill would be needed before she qualified. Still, a scaling increase on three was good enough, the delay ultimately just an inconvenience, not a reason to skip out on this clearly superior option.


    The water was warm enough now and John stepped into the pool. It was only about half a metre deep and he sat comfortably in the edge area. Carefully, Rave dipped a finger into the pool. Pulling back, she only joined John when the water had heated up another five degrees. At that point, the heat radiating from Salamander decreased to more acceptable temperatures. She only had to maintain what was reached, not to go any further.


    John cupped water between his hands and gently poured it over his feline girlfriend’s head. It was only the first stage of a process that lasted ten minutes, scrubbing her curves down with his bare hands. She was only the first he did this with, as Eliana, Metra and Beatrice all deserved their individual cleaning and he was eagerly providing it for all of them.


    It was a purely attentive procedure. Certainly, his hands brushed over, caressed and lingered at indecent places as he massaged and cleansed them. It never got truly sexual. At three quarters hard, his dick was ready to engage. While Undine and Gnome still counted the corpses among the captives, John was not comfortable engaging in his lust, however. Even when they joined the rest of them in the pool, things stayed, by their standards, modest.


    Of their group, only Momo was missing. The sassy support had stayed behind to read and to confirm the Velkyrion siphoned no more power towards the Eternal Fortress. Since that was confirmed now, she was flying her way north before anyone could strike her position. Her remaining alone in the south had been the riskiest part of the entire endeavour and John felt lighter for everyone reconvening.


    Light enough that his dick finally achieved full mast.


    “Is that for me?” Rave hummed, her ass pressed against his groin. Her perfect bubble butt, wiggling up and down in all of its juiciness, after a week away from her. Of course, his dick was for her and he did not even get to answer before she gave him a nod that signalled for them to move out of the water.


    Intrigued about what she was planning, John played along and relocated from within the edge of the pool to on top of it. The raw stone under him had been heated up by the proximity to the water and was comfortable enough. Rave snapped her fingers twice, grabbing the attention of the women around her.


    “Eliana, Mat, come here and help me satisfy him. Bae, massage your Master’s back,” the leader of the harem ordered and bowed down to his cock. The tone she used to command her fellow women was incredibly hot, especially because all three so readily obeyed. Understanding John’s deep-seated love for symmetry, Rave let Eliana take the middle, making room for the super submissive masochist after a few initial kisses of the Gamer’s manhood. Between the wolf and cat eared women, their facial shapes so close they could have been half-twins, if such a thing existed, the pretty little psycho looked small.


    “Fucking finally!” she cried out. There were other curses on her lips, but they got stuck in her throat when she greedily took him inside. John groaned, Eliana screamed, her neck bulging as she took him all the way inside her sensitive throat.


    “Good girl,” Rave purred, grabbing Eliana by the back of the head and mistress-handling the sub up and down her boyfriend’s shaft. “Maybe girl is a bit too nice for ya... good cocksleeve, how about that?” Ecstatic agreement reverberated in John’s shaft. “Metra, worship his balls.”


    “Oh, I could get used to this,” John gasped, watching his girlfriend dominate his harem as his proxy. Eliana came loudly, drooling all over his dick, and continued to be ‘forced’ up and down at a high pace. Below, his balls were getting a nice and attentive tongue bath. Leaning back, his head found support in Beatrice’s decently sized bosom. The passive maid smiled down on him, while skilfully rubbing his shoulders and lower neck. All of this happened under the approving, depraved gaze of Rave.


    Eliana came again, her eyes rolled upwards and her body quivering. The four of them had been taking care of each other on the road, but even though they had theoretic access to a dick through Beatrice, none of them had taken that particular offer. By consequence, they were extremely sensitive at the moment, yearning to have all of their deeper spots stimulated. John had only had sex when he needed to sleep himself, so he was not going to last long.


    Rave grinned over her shoulder. “I’m just your slut.” Her glowing tail curved out of the way so it wouldn’t interfere with any of the visual amazingness. She wiggled her hips left to right, smearing precum all over the tight entrance. “I just wanna have my tiger’s fat cock up my butt, ya complaining?”


    Putting both hands on her hips, he gave a clear, “Never,” and was rewarded with the slow descent of her seductive rear. The first few centimetres were, like usual with anal, the slowest. The head of his cock pushed into and past the relaxed sphincter. Rave threw her head back, letting out delighted grunts that turned into feminine moans the further down she got. The more her body remembered how many more times before this cock had been inside her, the more her pleasure visibly increased.


    “Oh, Gaia, that’s good,” she gasped when she was all the way down. “So deep... so thick...”


    John could only grunt in agreement, the tightness of her backdoor enveloping him absolutely with the heat of her body. Customarily, they let her body get used fully to the size again. In the interim, Rave continued to wiggle her hips left to right. The tiny gasps she let out because of that were not enough for the Gamer.


    One arm wrapped around her torso, he pulled her back against his chest. The smooth skin of her athletic, bottom-heavy form felt fantastic. Holding her clasped, he moved his other hand to her crotch. Middle and ring finger curved inside. Fully relaxed in his arms, Rave rested her head on his shoulder as he began to masturbate her.


    He diminished the pleasure she felt, reducing it to a point where he estimated that all of his passive increases were offset. It was a matter of keeping this transitory phase relaxing and one of pride. Even without his Skills, he was a master at this, and he wanted to prove it to himself and her once again.


    Effortlessly, he located the most sensitive spot in the entrance area of her pussy. Many would have described it as the g-spot. Although that being as universal a factor of the female physique as some insisted was very much in dispute, Rave specifically had something approximating it. She gasped wantonly when he rubbed the spot inside her drenched cunt with his fingertips. The rubbing transformed into constant stimulation, accelerating more and more. He could feel the pressure he put onto that sensitive spot through her skin and on the base of his own thumb.


    Eventually, he reached a tempo he could hold consistently. He did as a vibrator would and kept a constant pace. There was a reason why women loved those toys and emulating them was a definitive road to success. All the tell John needed to confirm what he already knew was the changing tone of Rave’s moans. Louder, of a higher pitch, more frequent, accompanied by audible breathing that bordered on hyperventilating.


    “Yes... keep it going... keep it going... I’m...” she panted. “Oh... oh f... yes... YEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSS!” Rave screamed, her hips bucking, her midriff trembling, and her upper body forced to remain where it was by the barricading left. “J-john... John... Ah! AHH! J-oh-n-n-nn-nnnnnn.” The stuttered, scrambled syllables responded to the ceaseless movement of his fingers. He wasn’t stopping, not yet, there was a further climax to be reached. The cock in her ass added to the excitement, his skilled fingers coaxed the very most of her, and Rave screamed when she suddenly squirted all over his hand. Three more seconds, John continued, then his fingers finally came to a halt and he let the heavily breathing love of his life ride out the aftershocks of her intense climax.


    “You should be a slut for me more often,” he whispered in her cat ear.


    “I’ll be your complete slut for a day after we get done here,” she whispered back, her voice dreamy in that post-orgasmic way. “Just your girlfriend, being a good little cumdump, as you love it.”


    “I love you no matter what you do,” John responded.


    “Then lay back and let me take it from here,” she demanded with a wink, raising her head from his shoulders.


    John obliged, having had his fill of dominance (for the minute). The stone under his back was not as comfortable as his bed, but comforting in its solidness. Looking down his body, he swallowed hard when the perfection of her ass rose up. Stretched wide by his girthy cock, her back entrance nonetheless clung tightly. Lube provided by the bodies of three other haremettes made the entire endeavour as smooth as was maximally enjoyable.


    Greedily, Rave accelerated rapidly. By the fourth bounce of her bubble butt, her hair was flying. By the tenth, the wet clapping of her rippling ass was almost as loud as her rhythmic cries. She kept her hands above her head, to show the only pleasure she felt was that one of riding his dick. She did not look back, focused entirely on what she was doing. The simple up and down was intermingled with elaborate motions. Her round ass oscillated on his manhood, until she could bear the intricacies of performing a belly dance on his cock no longer and resumed primitively impaling herself on his erection.


    Back and forth that went, raw desire competing with the expression of sexual skill. She came again and again riding him. Ass filled with his large dick, she came, pussy gushing and form spasming. Relentlessly, craving ever more, she kept moving, until she got what she wanted the most.


    Without words, they both knew it was about to happen. Rave lowered her ass down swiftly one more time. Whether it was the sensation that sent him over the edge or the sight of the forceful ripple, John did not care about. Fact was that he unloaded inside her rear as she screamed his name in adoration and ecstasy.


    They remained as they were for longer than their orgasms truly continued. The world was nothing but the two of them for a bit, at least to John. Time did feel like it was standing still for them.


    Of course, time did no such favours and eventually Rave rose from his dick. They slipped back into the water, getting continuously cleaned by the magic of the abysstide elemental inside it, and continued the orgy. They had much to do, but for this, after a week, there had to be room.


    And there was.