Collide Gamer-Chapter 1443 – Season 3 Arc 10 Prologue – Pre-Grind Prep

John’s inbox was flooded with interview and comment requests. ‘How did they get this email?’ he asked himself. There was a very strict policy on what emails were supposed to be used for press questions and what for internal affairs of the government. That they had found access to one of the administrative inboxes was annoying. Not concerning, it was still one of the public-facing emails rather than one of the purely internal networks, just annoying. ‘Someone probably left an envelope at a ferry station or something,’ he theorized. Such things happened with surprising frequency.

Via his magical connection to the computer, John sent them all the same answer. A stern telling off that usage of this email would not be acknowledged and further attempts to utilize them would get them placed on a blacklist for the foreseeable future.

They all had questions regarding the same thing. News of the upcoming Divided Gates meeting had made it to the public. That much was on purpose. John’s office had coordinated with Luna on the matter and Luna likely had coordinated with the entire rest of the Divided Gates. The entire world heard of the meeting of the world’s major powers in the same 24 hours – and of Fusion’s attendance during that meeting.

Everyone had anticipated it, after Fusion held the vote regarding a potential joining last month. Many had anticipated it before even then. Now the entire world was holding its breath for him. Everyone wanted to hear what he had to say about it.

A sensation almost as intoxicating as the fact that the ruler of another member of the Divided Gates was currently under his table.

Leaning back, John watched Lydia’s messy face press into his hairless groin. Eyes rolled up, ruby red lips stretched, she moved her head in little circles. The inside of her bulging throat rubbed all over his cock, reverberating from the moans. Burning that sight into his memory, he pumped another load into her stomach. He could hear her gushing pussy juices raining down on the leather padding of the leg compartment.

Once the tightening of his balls stopped, the queen of Rex Germaniae slowly glided up. Aftershocks were still trembling through her. Instincts to plunge her face back down were visibly suppressed. Towards the tip, her stretched lips narrowed back down, until they separated entirely from the head of his cock. The hand on the base of his manhood angled it slightly to the side and Aclysia immediately took over. The maid and the royal were both entranced in their service.

The moment Aclysia’s pink lips pushed against his groin, though, Lydia turned to him. “Are you proposing to me during the ceremony or not, my love?”

The question came completely out of left field. Two days had passed since Rave had gotten her ring. While John knew Lydia would have asked at some point, this was not the setting he had imagined. “I guess this speaks to how casual we are about these things, huh?” he thought out loud, the side of his jaw resting on his knuckles.

Lydia raised an eyebrow. “If I were your enemy, the picture I see before me would be an excellent poster for propaganda. You have the aesthetic of the belligerent pervert tyrant, my love.” She sighed and used one of the towels stored under the table to wipe her face off. “I deem that it tells about my character that I find that look enticing.”

“I can make it just a little worse.” John grabbed one of Aclysia’s black horns. The reverent bobs turned into submissive obedience. Every little pull and shove was taken as the most sternly worded command. Hard, he pulled her down, and heard her moan when she was made to remain with the depths of her throat twitching around the engorged head. “I might not be belligerent or a tyrant, but I am a pervert. Might as well live up to it.”

Lydia rolled her eyes, a gesture robbed of its effectiveness by the smile playing around her lips. “Ever honest, my love.” A hand of hers combed through the back of Aclysia’s hair, while the maid shivered. As sensitive as Lydia’s, her throat was not, but obsession could drive psychological stimulation to a degree that the physical followed. The fat bottomed maid was trembling all over, while the queen brought the topic back around. “My question – answer it.”

“Do you not want the surprise?” John teased her.

“No,” Lydia declared straightforwardly.

The Gamer sighed. He should have expected as much. Lydia was never one for surprises, especially on the political front. This engagement was as much an act of love as it was an international showing of power. “Either on the day of voting or when we win the show of strength that follows. That’s when I’ll propose to you.”

“And if you are defeated in the contest of power?”

John smirked. “We won’t be.” Lydia’s stare was accompanied by a warning growl. Sighing, the Gamer relented to his pride-watch croc and better half. Or however much part Lydia was of his life. Having a harem made common sayings a bit difficult to apply. “If we are defeated, then this won’t be the right time anyway. Can’t impress your nobles into obedience on the back of a loss.”

“Correct.” She nodded.

“If you knew the answer, why even ask?”

“To hear it from your contrarian mouth, my love, for you might be emboldened by the loss to claim something that would not be yours to claim at that time.” She put a hand on his knee and her chin on top. The other was still busy combing through Aclysia’s hair. The head maid had a dreamy look on her face, just serving as the sheathe for his cock. Fortunate that she did not need to breathe. “Additionally, I will remind that-“

“I will ask for a matrilineal marriage, yes,” John interrupted her. “I’ll be sure to mention all your major titles, pay the proper reverence to the difference of empress in and queen of Rex Germaniae, and be specific about asking for the honour of joining your line. I understand, Lydia.”

“The ring?”

“I thought you didn’t care much about the ring,” the Gamer teased her.

“I would be satisfied with a creation of wrought iron. Alas, the public’s eye is involved.”

“I have a ring prepared, but I cannot show it to you because I don’t have it.” The contradictory statement made Lydia furrow her eyebrows. A few seconds she stared up at him, then she sighed again.

“I shall leave with you the power of this surprise.” She decided that the topic was done with this, made evident by her pulling Aclysia to the side just enough that she could give his sack worshipping licks.

John was about ready to return to work when a window popped up.

‘Finally,’ he thought. Abyssia had told him who to go to next, but without a Quest he felt like the preparations hadn't been met. ‘Plasia, huh? Alright then. No reason to lose any time.’

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John walked past himself, rutting into Hailey in the middle of the corridor. The blonde’s moans were filling the hallways of the Palace. Bent over one of many decorations chosen specifically for their convenient height, covered in sweat and cum mildly inflating her belly, she was the spitting imaged of fucked silly. She didn’t even realize he was there. Beyond the double that was pounding her, that was.

The Gamer had no intention to change that, instead marching deeper into the Palace. He’d pump Hailey full for another half hour, before it was her break. Then he would go right over to doing the same to Lee. Their levels had already risen rapidly. More than probably was usual was going towards Libido and Endurance. Considering their lifestyle and that they would reach heights no others would reach regardless, that wasn’t an issue.

He also observed a deepening of Hailey’s masochism as all of this continued. Equally unsurprising when he was fucking her cushion of an ass until it glowed from the constant, hard impacts. She still did her whole aggressive bottoming. He wouldn’t have her change that for anything in the world. It was another aspect of that special spice she had to her.

Also, her creampie kink had fully manifested with erotic intensity. It had spread, in lesser intensity, to Scarlett, Lee, and Lorelei. Getting pumped full with magical cum that induced orgasms and (especially at the start of this whole exercise) made the entire body surge with newfound power turned out to cross some wires in the brains. Who would have thought? John tried to alternate holes, but for anything that lasted this long, the proper hole was and would always be the pussy.

Salamander was waiting for him in front of the summoning room. The armour and fire that could have covered her were dismissed, favouring bare red skin. Openly aroused, she was moving two fingers in and out of her cunt. A gargantuan tit was raised so her tongue could circle the erect, crimson nipple. Eyes, one pitch black, the other gradients of red and orange in a black sclera, beheld him with a flustered expression.

Stepping up to her, John ran a hand through her buzzcut. The short, soft hair loosened embers, searing his skin with pleasing heat. Their height difference barely existed anymore. John pressed his lips on hers and grabbed her by the ass. Tongues wrestled and the apocalypse elemental kept pleasuring herself, moaning when she brought herself to orgasm.

“Got bored?” John asked, after he broke the kiss.

“Tremendously,” Salamander returned, tail wrapping around his arm. “Let’s go see my badass bitch of a mother.”

Strictly speaking, Salamander was a child of Krieg, but with the way elementals procreated and the symbolical value Plasia held, that probably made no difference. They entered the summoning room and made their way over to the fire circle swiftly. Salamander plopped down on her butt and drew one knee to her chest, using it to rest her arm. With a wide grin, she watched him kneel down by the side.

“You seem excited,” John pointed out.

“Sylph got bunny ears and Undine got to be a fucking eldritch horror. You know how much more respect she gets from literally everyone since her hair started being more dangerous than most elementals? As self-proclaimed evil overlady of these parts, I can only be one-upped by studs that break me during throne-fucks.”

“How oddly specific,” the Gamer hummed. They exchanged a grin. Maybe he should fuck her in front of her court again. Get Sylph involved next time, just for the hell of it. With that on his mind, he started the ritual.

Of all the transitions between the two realms, the journey to the elemental plane of fire always was the fastest. A firestorm consumed the walls of the room, then his entire field of view, and receded as swiftly as it had come.

John found himself in an oasis. An unusual one, it had to be said. The surrounding dunes sparkled in the colours of the rainbow, made from translucent grains that broke the light. Life flourished, green and vibrant, producing sweet smelling fruits and flowers. The water at the centre of it all was steaming hot, however. The oasis had more in common with a jungle than the typical desert paradises the word invoked, humid as it was.

They had existed in the spot for ten seconds, taking in the scenery, when John and Salamander turned their head to a rift of flame that opened atop the water. Out stepped, flew, and fell the Mother of Fire. Unlike last time he had met her, Plasia was at an almost normal size for a humanoid, standing at about two metres tall. A cascade of multi-coloured fire served as her hair, red, orange and black for the most part, with all other colours mixed in. She had a sharp face, sharp, but attractive. To a less desensitized mind, the pointy, obsidian teeth behind her red lips would have been unnerving. To John, they mattered as little as her fiery red skin.

Like the skin colour, she shared her figure with Salamander. Enormous tits and wide hips, an hourglass figure worthy of a fertility goddess. Which, in many ways, she was. The oasis was proof that not all about this plane was fire and brimstone.

Plasia settled in the water. Arms stretched out wide alongside the rim of the shore, putting her naked and fit form on proud display. In her navel, the prismatic Hearthstone glittered and shifted with all the power of this realm. “Join me,” she urged them, her shark-like grin unwavering.

They did, their bodies already bare of any clothes. The water was hot, hotter than John’s body would have found tolerable. His soul, however, noted the sensation only with acknowledgement. Once settled in front of her mother, Salamander declared, “Finally decided what the hell we’re supposed to do for you, slowpoke?”

“You have a lot of fucking attitude. It’s adorable. Like a chihuahua trying to nibble at my toes – to put it in an understandable metaphor.”

“Fuck you, I’ll nuke your ass.”

“No fire in this realm will obey you over me,” Plasia cackled. The whole exchange was done in a nice tone. Plasia’s humongous tits, even larger than Nathalia’s, jiggled with every little motion. They were distractingly huge. So big that John barely even found them attractive anymore and he still couldn’t help but look. Plasia scooped up some of the water in a hand and raised it from the pool. It boiled away into steam within seconds. “You’ve dealt with my bipolar bitch of a sister, John?”

“We caught her in a calm mood,” John responded.

Plasia nodded and groaned. “Thousands of years and I still have no idea if she just sucks at self-control or if she really drew the short stick between us. Each time I try to reconnect with her, she’s screaming hysterically within the month, though… fucking complicated.”

At this point, John wasn’t even surprised that family issues stretched all the way to fundamental gods of the Abyss. They were all people, even if their powers extended to the edge of comprehension. “I’m not sure what to think either.”

“Unlike me, you can keep your head out of this shit… maybe she should just abdicate, relax for a couple hundred years at least and work out whether it’s her or the job… of course she won’t, prideful twat,” Plasia spat out. “Anyway, I was thinking that you could kick Krieg’s ass for me…”

Both of John’s eyebrows shot up. She might as well have said that she was withholding the transformation for several hundred levels. Krieg was level 950 and the literal god of war. When it came to combat, he would be one of the greatest challenges on the entire planet. “…But…?” John coaxed it out of the Mother of Fire.

“Tsk,” she vocalized her annoyance. Head tilted, she stared at him. Like Nathalia’s true eyes, hers were red around the edges and slowly turned white-gold in the centre, like incandescent iron. “You’re too smart to mess with. Fine. A duel with Krieg will suffice. A proper one, I want to see passion in that fight.”

John scratched the back of his head. “Just me?”

“The many yous…” she confirmed. Her eyes were trailing something in the air, probably the many strings that connected this part of John’s consciousness with his being as a whole. Even now, he was taking a meeting with ministers and screwing Hailey. “…and your elementals. That should give you a fighting chance, at least.”

Rubbing his chin, John wondered when he’d get the opportunity to fight Krieg. ‘The Divided Gates meeting? He will certainly be a guest there… I’d lose in front of the entire world though.’ The idea irked his pride. ‘Might be tactically sound to do.’ An attempt to convince himself and it was halfway working. ‘Or I could just win.’ “Not like I have a choice in the matter, do I?”

“Not if you want to see what else the primordial fire has to offer for this asshole.”

“Hate you too, bitch,” Salamander shot back.

“If you two want to catch up a bit more, I can leave you,” John offered.

They accepted that and he went back to Earth on his own.