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The Gamer Chapter 1987 – Approaching the Late Game 34 – Christmas Orgy 2 – Pinning Down
🕑 Added 2025-10-28 19:48:36 +0000 UTCThe harem streamed back to the edge of the oil ring. Rave and Siena initially seemed like they would be staying with the cockdrunk newcomers, but John alleviated them of that duty with the Ambassador Double. It would have been entirely inappropriate to leave Fianna and Lyndell without a source of aftercare and cuddles.
“Alrighty, here’s the rules!” Rave was still touching herself while she spoke, her voice trembling from the suppressed moans. “A: we’re all depowering down to the statuses we had during the Oklahoma vacation. John, press the button.”
“As you wish,” the Gamer responded. For both the Artificial Spirits and the elementals, it was him who had the toggle to actually limit them. It was an option that was automatically dispelled when they were in danger. Originally, this had only affected the Artificial Spirits, but Gaia had been nice enough to patch in the second option later.
Originally, the goddesses and Nia had also been incapable of mimicking the same restraint. Nathalia had eventually figured it out, teaching it to Nightingale, and Nia had done the same for herself.
The button pressed, John did the same for himself. His additional senses entered a distant state of passivity. It was like a TV remote that was just out of reach. If he wanted to, it was easy to just tilt forwards and grab it, but until he did that, it remained out of reach. His strength and speed similarly diminished to what a man of his stature should have.
It was a rare treat to know he was the strongest individual, in terms of muscle power, in the room. That same knowledge reflected in the eyes of many of the women, especially the submissive and doubly especially the short ones.
“Sec-nd.” Rave lost the vowel in a wanton gasp. “We’re drawin’ lots.”
Aclysia pulled the bundle of short sticks from her inventory. They were kept in a tight container, already mixed. The weaponized maid marched from eagerly waiting woman to eagerly waiting woman, each of them drawing their number. A skin-friendly sharpie followed the box of lots, each of the women getting the assistance of another to have their outcome drawn on some part of their body, commonly the one they advertised the most.
While all of that was going on, John’s cock twitched in anticipation. Fat drops of precum were wasted, falling to the ground. Several of the women visibly restrained their urge to run over. Claire was biting her lower lip. Aclysia kept glancing his way. Momo and Nahoa sucked on their fingers. They were being patient. John exercised that same willpower.
‘I won’t have to wait long,’ the Gamer thought. Already, the wrestling pit was covered in a thin layer of oil, pouring from hidden faucets around the inner edge. For now, it was a wonderfully smooth lake, less than a centimetre deep. It looked like the entire floor had been polished. As a connoisseur of the erotic, he couldn’t wait to see how much of a mess he could make of things.
Much as he prized his willpower, John was seriously starting to strain, seeing his entire harem marked with drawn-on numbers. It was a holy fusion of cattle auction and sport’s uniforms, except the uniforms were their birthday suits.
“Last… point…” Rave was no longer masturbating – instead Siena was fingerbanging her while Aclysia put the finishing touches on the 18 drawn on the cat woman’s left buttock. “John’s gonna wrestle us in order. Whoever cums first loses. Victor can do with the loser whatever they wa-ah-nnt!”
The orgasmic cry of the pink-haired first of the harem signalled the start of the activities. John marched swiftly towards and then carefully through the oil wrestling pit, until he arrived at a marked centre position. Once there, he turned around.
His first opponent was slow behind. The number 1 was drawn on the side of her midriff, black on the pale skin of her petite hourglass. Usually so fast, the bunny-eared air spirit struggled to catch up, having slipped and now crawling across the oil. Pink sparks bounced from her absurdly long, green hair.
The rules were in John’s favour to begin with and Sylph looked about ready to climax from a stiff breeze. Their brawl began the moment the bunny-eared woman had reached him.
John caught her tackle with something above ease. The button press had given Sylph the appropriate strength, speed and mass for her size – which meant the impact had her stop dead in her tracks against the wall of meat that were his abs. John had originally been a lanky example of a man, but these days he could have posed for a Greek statue.
Usually, the little volt bunny could have jolted out of the way. Now, even her attempt to slide down and take his cock into her mouth were too slow. John wrapped his arm around her midriff and effortlessly lifted her up. He gently put her back down on her back. “You want to suck my cock that bad, huh?” he asked.
“Yes, give me that dick! Put it in me now!” Sylph was too horny to put up any pretence of an actual competition. John appreciated that a whole lot, his own need too intense to put up a show fight.
Upside down, on her back, mouth wide open in anticipation, the short woman made herself the perfect target for a cock in her throat. John pushed into her with more caution than usual. Knowing that he was so much stronger than her in that moment also meant that he couldn’t just face fuck her mercilessly.
The reaches of excess were all he had to be concerned about. Sylph took the entirety of his cock down her bulging throat like the gorgeous nympho she was. He lost no time in bowing over her, grabbing her oil-slathered ass with both hands, and driving his tongue into her soaked cunt. It took all of two seconds for her pussy juices to fill his mouth with an electric and sweet aroma.
“And just like that, John wins his first round!” Lee shouted from the sidelines. “What an unpredictable upset! Who could have seen it cumming that Sylph would be squirting all over his face in seconds!”
“Everyone,” Nia said.
“Everyone indeed!” Lee declared.
John quite enjoyed that Sylph did exactly as the hobby announcer stated. The lower half of his face got progressively more slick with the gushing pussy juices. On the other end of the tiny cocksleeve, Sylph was sucking him off with the force of a horny hurricane. He thrust in and out at a moderate pace, until that mounting need exploded from the tip of his cock.
White pumped down her gullet. John raised his head to let everyone around the ring enjoy the show of the final and most intense squirting of pussy juice. Sylph’s ass stayed flat on the ground, her heels failing to find any purchase on the slippery floor.
“Good warmup,” John sighed, his cock gliding out of the green-haired woman’s throat. That whole affair had taken him less than five minutes, but it left neither of them unsatisfied. Sometimes, quick was for the best. That was certainly true when there were a whole 22 additional horny haremettes waiting for their turn. “Next!”
Sylph giggled, slipping and rolling away, while Lee entered. The gamer girl had put the number 2 on her left thunder thigh. Putting on a serious face, she tied her dark hair up into a ponytail, then entered the arena.
Wisely, she covered herself in oil before they made contact, rubbing her curves up and down. Unlike Sylph, Lee had plenty of experience in being wrestled into submission and she was determined to put up a fight. Being too slippery to grapple was one way to greatly diminish the size and strength advantage John had.
The Gamer attacked. Lee dove under his arm. She managed to grapple his midriff, using it as her axle to swing around to his back. Her legs wrapped around his midriff, giving her enough of a hold that she could give him a reach around. John grunted, the skilled strokes making his body tingle.
John shifted around, trying to escape. The most effective ways to do so were barred from him, being too violent. In their absence, he could only squirm. They toppled over together. Lee kept her legs tightly wrapped around him, rubbing his cock with her calves or her hands.
The same oiliness that made it near impossible to get a hold on her gradually covered him. “Go, Lee! Ya got this!” Hailey shouted from the sidelines, just before John managed to turn his entire body around. “Nevermind!”
“Uhm…” Lee looked up at the Gamer. Her legs were still wrapped around his waist. It was just that the feet were now crossed behind his back. He had just enough leeway to align his cock with her womanhood. “Please don’t fuck my brains out?”
“No,” John denied her request.
Oil and the juices of previous orgasms made the entry a delightfully smooth affair. Bit for bit, he pushed into her, gradually disappearing in her tight tunnel. She was starved for penetration, the little masturbation addict, after doing nothing most of the day and only getting other women’s fingers so far.
There was no need for any more foreplay than the wrestling had been. Lee put up some futile resistance, all so John would grab her wrists and pin her down beneath him. Thighs pressed against him, her hips getting dragged up with his. Both her legs and her pussy refused to let him slide out more than halfway. Lee’s eyes rolled up when he plunged back into her.
“No challenge at all!” John boasted, putting on an aggressive grin. “Is there no one who can stand up to me?!”
“Such a dastardly heel!” Hailey commented on the scene. “He’s driving his cock into his opponent over and over again! Lee is trying to hold on but… and there goes her self-control!”
Lee’s torso arched off the floor, her small breasts stretching delectably. Had it not been for his precarious balance, John would have caught a hard nipples with his teeth. All he could do in the situation was pound her, harder and harder, driving his victory in further with each prolonging cry of her multi-orgasmic ride.
A last thrust and he brought her to the absolute zenith. Cum pumped into her womb, the virile seed replenishing as quick as he filled her with it. She got her share of his bottomless well. A kiss between them underlined the end of their match.
Lee managed to crawl away. Contestant 3 entered, her number written on the top of her huge, chocolate tits. “I will not go easy on you, Master creature!” Ehtra declared, then charged him as best she could – only to come to a stop. “Uhwah?”
John snorted at her surprised sound. “Someone isn’t used to limitations,” he mocked her. Ehtra had not been in an active body until long after their Oklahoma vacation. She likely had never been this diminished in her power before.
Pushing back, he put Ehtra on her fat ass. She inhaled sharply, the arousal overpowering the scowl on her face. An attempt was made to gather herself. An attempt that failed miserably when John caught a nipple and twisted. “Hnnngh…” Ehtra moaned through clenched teeth, her hand darting between her own legs at the sweet sting of pain.
“Masochistic slut,” John whispered into her ear, having gotten behind her. He pawed at her tits, covering the chocolate orbs in oil. They looked even better glistening. Their huge size glided under his strong gasp. Every time her tit flesh spilled between his fingers, Ehtra let out another cry. “Cum for me.”
“Yes, Master!” Ehtra responded instinctively. She was already gone. Her slick ass grinded against his cock while the spasms took hold of her.
“And just like that, tiger can do whateverrrrr he wants to her,” Rave purred, hands in Lydia’s hair.
“Fucking fantastic show!” Salamander whistled, three-fingers pumping in and out of her proudly presented cunt.
John pinned Ehtra down underneath him. “Be a good cocksleeve,” he grunted, then pushed into her pussy. Wordless exclamations of her pleasure was all she had to offer. Her Master fucked her pronebone, making her ass jiggle under every impact.
Working with rough and simple thrusts towards his release, John approached it at a rapid pace. When he wasn’t using all the little tips and tricks he had picked up over his time as a harem-haver, he really was not built to last much longer than any other man. The tightness of her pussy and the heat of her shifting walls was all he needed for his instinct to seed her womb to overtake him.
The third wrestling climax was every bit as good as the first two. Ehtra was made to extract his cum, he fully believed this. Even if that wasn’t factual, the way her walls massaged his shaft certainly made it spiritually true.
“Good girl,” John said to her, before he pulled out.
“…Thank you,” Ehtra answered, before moving her blushing self out of the way. So far, he was leaving the women more coherent than usual, but between what they were doing to each other and how long this night was going to be, there would be plenty of time to fix that.
“Going with arms?” John asked.
Nightingale approached with her light smile partially hidden behind her wrist. The gesture was the same and yet entirely different without the deep purple, practically black wings. “Feathers do not agree with oil, my patriarch, and talons are too sharp for this endeavour.”
A consideration that John was more than thankful for. The harpy in her human form gracefully strut towards him, keeping her balance despite the slippery ground. She lowered herself to the ground, bowed her head – then suddenly lunged at him.
She went for his shoulder. She had just enough leverage to sweep him down to the ground. “Bird of prey!” he laughed, meeting her continued attack with his own aggression. They were soon writhing all around each other, playfully trying to be the one on top.
Sometimes it was John, sometimes it was Nightingale. The harpy knew very well how to use her strong legs to keep him low to the ground. They snuck in touches of each other’s sex wherever they could – which was a battle John was going to win. All of his women were truly sensitive and he was quite apt at working with his fingers.
Victory was assured when he managed to catch her legs. One, then the other, he pinned her thighs against the sides of his head, then pushed his tongue into her cunt. Nightingale tried to slip away, but he had her on her back and her elbows kept on slipping. Soon, the mounting pleasure was too much and her pussy juices covered his tongue.
“Fourth victory to our mate,” Nathalia declared, sounding quite pleased with it all.
Delicia grinned from ear to ear. “The more he wins, the more satisfying it’ll be when I take him down a peg! Mwahahaha!”
The bratty laughter gave John an idea what he would do to her. The 9 she so happily displayed on her huge, shortstack tits told him that this was going to be a little bit away. Nightingale was now.
He turned the harpy around, shifting the position to another 69. Even if he had just recently claimed Sylph in the same way, there was no other way he would rather have the oiled up goddess. Her mouth-pussy greeted him readily. Her strength may have been reduced to that of a human, but that part of her was just a reality of harpy biology and it was fantastic.
The undulations of the folds in her throat mimicked those of her pussy around his tongue. Tongue was replaced with fingers, the tip of the muscle circling her clit instead. Minutes passed, Nightingale bobbing her head with duty and grace. Every second of her service was a wordless testimony to the fact that she lived and loved to bring pleasure to him and his harem.
Her efforts were rewarded with a heavy load. Her black lips were around the edge of his glans. Every spurt filled her mouth a little more. Her own moans were stuck in her throat, muffled by cock and pooling cum.
When his orgasm faded, he carefully pulled away. Nightingale moved onto her knees, presenting the load to him. She swallowed without his permission. He had rolled a submissive early game, but this still wasn’t that kind of orgy.
Eyelids fluttering from a new orgasm, the harpy all the same presented her empty mouth and teeth. Gooey strands of love juices stretched between her pearly whites. Her hair was sticky with oil, her face messy with saliva and precum.
“Just gorgeous,” John said and placed a kiss on the top of her head. She wiggled away with a smile on her head.
“One moment,” John said, before the next woman could step forwards.
His eyes drifted over the crowd, to make sure he had the general attention. Sapphic engagements all over slowed down. In some places, it took a moment. Many of the girls had taken to wrestling with each other at the edges of the enormous ring, killing the time by warming up and making their hormones run even more wild with each orgasm.
“Let’s up the challenge a bit – two at a time now!” John declared.
“A most unwise decision;” Lydia remarked with a smirk and gestured for her partner in wrestling to rise. “If you would join me, Flame of Destruction.”
Lydia and Nathalia stepped into the ring.
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naton
Their huge size glided under his strong gasp. -> grasp
