Collide Gamer

Chapter 127 – Wet Clay

John pulled Gnome in close. So close that Gnome’s initial response was trying to step back. It took the entire strength of his arm to keep her from succeeding. “Are you fine?” he asked, worried that he may have been a bit too rash.

Gnome slowly nodded, “Just, please be careful with me,” she whispered in response. John had not known that such shy behaviour could be such a turn on. In porn things always got straight to the point. Although he wouldn’t accuse either Rave or Aclysia of having much in common with porn actors, they were rather aggressively horny. Maybe he would have to be a bit slower about this – more patient.

“Let’s get comfortable,” he suggested and invitingly pointed at the bed. Gnome smiled and nodded, strongly this time, allowing him to guide her there. They sat at the edge of the bed and John retracted his hands. For a moment they just sat there as John assembled a game plan for this. ‘Best to start with gentle teasing.’

Confidently, he placed his right hand on her thigh and squeezed softly. That simple motion made Gnome blush already but she was fine as he slowly rubbed his hand along her skin. It was firmer than a human’s and as smooth as marble, feeling less elastic to the touch and colder than regular body temperature. She was something between a statue and a human. There was a softness to her, a pleasant degree of yielding to the meat of her thighs, yet it was clear she was not made of flesh and bone.

Gnome didn’t dare look at him, her eyes completely focusing on her own hands folded on her lap. When she finally did turn her head to the side ever so slightly John’s face was right next to hers. “Too close!” she announced and turned the other way again. Where her eyes averted him, the rest of her stayed put – even tilted a bit towards him.

“What is the problem?” John whispered into her ear. Her body was overtaken by a pleasant shudder at the sound of his voice. Carefully, he put a hand under her chin and made her face him again. He did his best to give her a calming smile. It worked well enough.

“I just… I am nervous…” Gnome stammered.

“You will not overcome it if you don’t dare to do a bit,” John tried to motivate her. “We’ll go only as fast as you want, alright?”

They stared into each other’s brown eyes. They had known each other for a bit now, yet not at all it seemed. John breathed regularly, Gnome in short bursts, if she had a heart he was sure it would have been beating like crazy right now.

Finally, Gnome mustered the courage and hastily pressed her lips on his. Her kiss was inexperienced, sloppy. There was something adorable to the awkwardness. Where her body may have been something different, her soft lips and shyly probing tongue were both as soft and warm as that of any other human.

John let her try on her own for a few more moments, then he reciprocated. He opened his mouth and met her tongue with his own. Gnome froze for a split second, but resumed moving carefully as John’s slow and gentle movements reassured her. He gradually escalated his movements and moved his hand up her inner thigh.

Intoxicated by these new sensations, Gnome did not realize it until he touched her pussy. If she didn’t have panties or if they had vanished already, John did not know or care. All he knew was that he was touching an increasingly wet, engorged mound. The centre of her womanhood, hairless and easily traced by his fingers.

Gnome let out the smallest of moans into his mouth. Her face was on fire, painted red with blushes, yet she forced herself to keep kissing him. John softly pushed her into the sheets. Their mouths parted but John’s hand remained underneath her dress, caressing her pussy lips. They felt like really solid pudding, that was the best analogy he could come up with. Maybe fresh, wet clay was another good description. Finding the perfect way to describe it would have to wait as John was too mesmerized by his view to waste time on poetry.

Gnome averted her eyes and hid her mouth behind a half-formed fist, hiding yet not masking that she was the source of the cute moans that slowly whispered into the room as John kept moving his fingers. He pushed one finger inside. “Aaaah…,” Gnome sighed lustfully and clamped her mouth shut immediately. A bit teary eyed she looked at John, “Sorry,” she mumbled.

“For what? It sounded adorable,” assured the Gamer.

“Really?” Gnome asked, a small glint in her eyes.

“Of course,” he doubled down and guided her hand away from her mouth in order to see all of her gorgeous face again. “You are adorable,” he stated more directly.

As his reward, Gnome sighed in lust again, no longer bothered to hold back. John pushed a second finger inside her, already stretching the tight space down there, and Gnome let out a single sharp scream of pleasure, her body tensing for a brief moment. He hoped to get that reaction again so John attacked with increasingly demanding movements. He also showered her round face in kisses, used his free hand to tease her soft breasts through her clothes and whispered sweet words into her ear.

Gnome’s walls slowly crumbled, shyness destroyed by pleasure and bliss. Soft gasps becoming audible moans, her body writhing in the sheets underneath John. Between two kisses he heard her mumble something, something incoherent, then her whole body tensed up, pressing against his. The clay-like walls of her pussy captured him completely as Gnome tasted the first orgasm of her life at the mercy of John’s skilled fingers.

A voiceless scream on her lips, eyes opened wide, her spine arched upwards. John judged it to be a strong orgasm and he would do his best to make it last as long as possible, his fingers moving rapidly. With wild energy they glided back and forth and each time he plunged inside, the silent scream of Gnome was interrupted by a high-pitched squeal. She finally collapsed back onto the sheets and John ceased his movements. He pulled his hand back and found it dry, to his surprise.

Gnome, again, whispered something he couldn’t make out. He brought his ear closer. “Close your eyes, John,” Gnome requested, her voice quiet due to embarrassment. John pulled back and did as he was told. He could guess what was coming next. He did not open his eyes when he heard another whisper, instead he did something very mean.

“What did you say?” he asked, knowing full well what she said even without hearing her. Another whisper, a bit louder. “You will have to tell me exactly what you want from me and what I will see when I open my eyes,” he teased.

“Uh, uhh, uhm.” Stammering noises, and a mixture of feelings in his mind. There was frustration, at herself and at him equally, a bit of anger for being teased like this, shame for her situation, and a whole bunch of horniness that eventually overpowered everything else as she finally said what was requested of her. “I-I want you to o-o-o-o-pen your eyes, you-u will se-s-see me naked,” were the words he finally heard and that made him open his eyes with a wide smile. Any guilt he felt for bullying her was fully overpowered by how cute she was when he did it.

Gnome was lying underneath him, her clothes had vanished and revealed her pale frame. Her breasts were slightly bigger than Rave’s, a big B or a small C-Cup, very firm and with pink nipples at the top, that were already erect from the previous experience. His greedy eyes made their way south, over her flat stomach. No sculptor could have carved it more perfectly. He arrived at her hips, narrow compared to Rave or Aclysia, yet certainly womanly. Between slender thighs waited her glistening pussy lips, pretty pink and swollen with desire. He looked back up and found Gnome with an uncertain expression,

“And, you bully?” she said with a small sniffle.

Okay, now he did feel slightly guilty. “You are so absolutely adorable, I want to cuddle you!” he just blurted out and threw himself on her to do exactly that. Gnome, unsure what was happening made a surprised squeak as John embraced her with one arm while using the other to get naked via his status screen. Suddenly only his underwear was left and he sat up again.

“Wha-wha-wha!” Gnome clasped her eyes shut with her hands but John could see her peeking through, “What?!”

“Oh come on Gnome, you have seen me naked before,” John giggled and positioned himself between her legs.

“That was then!” she cried out, the opening between her fingers widening, “Now is now!”

“That’s right, and is there something you would want from me right now?” John asked, back to bullying his cute elemental.

“Uwuwuwuwu,” Gnome made a sound John never heard before, one of pure embarrassment. However, it was all he could get off her as he unequipped his boxers. He felt the wires inside Gnome’s head short circuit and shut down at the sight of his dick. The gaps between her fingers were wide enough that John could see her complete eyes, which were focused on his crotch. Save from a little bit of quivering, her gaze did not move.

John waited for a moment to see if she would snap back into reality, but Gnome seemed to be completely gone from her own head. All he could feel from her was the need and curiosity about having him inside her.

He was just as curious about how she would feel so he inched the last bit closer and pressed his dick against her readily waiting pussy lips. It was the tightest fit ever. So tight he barely got inside. Despite her glistening wetness, it didn’t feel like any of that wetness spread onto his cock, making the slide inside a very unique yet pleasurable experience. The amount of pressure on his dick was absolutely mind-numbing in the best sense of the word. As he pushed the last centimetre of his dick inside, Gnome’s brain jump started back up.

“Ahh!” she moaned and clasped her mouth shut again, leaving her eyes uncovered, which she then tried to hide from him by bringing her hands back up, giving John the opportunity to move and make her moan without a cover again. “Nooo,” she lamented as he slowly pushed inside again, gaspingly, “Stoop!”

“You want me to stop?” John asked with feigned confusion and froze in his movements.

“Yes, I mean no, not with that, but with this bullying, you bad bullying bully!” her childish vocabulary made John just want to tease her more. He was conflicted about this new side of him but how could he not? The answer was by thinking with his dick surprisingly.

All of this foreplay had left him all hot and bothered and his primitive longings finally said no to this bullying and yes to the promise of the clamping, slightly cooler than usual, pussy around him. “Okay,” was therefore all he said, before giving into these desires and pushing into her all the way to the base.

A startled Gnome accidentally spoke her true feelings “Oh, John, YESH!” at the last word she tried to stop herself by pressing her teeth together but all that did was make moans more throaty as John fucked her in the missionary position.

Again and again he pushed into her, Gnome’s body shaking as she tried her most desperate to make the minimal amount of noise. Her hands could no longer cover her mouth as they were needed to grab the mattress in some desperate attempt to get a handle on the situation. A futile attempt and one John loved following as it fell apart.

Each of his thrusts sent Gnome deeper into some kind of haze. Each time their hips met with a slam her eyes rolled upwards, to come back down when he pulled back out. Little by little, he made her focused gaze derail entirely. Higher and higher, until his thrusts made her pretty hazel eyes roll all the way up. Then they just stayed there. Her whole body convulsed, her clenched teeth were shut as tight as her pussy was clamping.

It felt like she was milking his dick as each of the thrusts sent her over some kind of edge and then her throaty moans became loud animalistic grunts of pure bliss as her brain again shut down, just from pleasure instead of shame this time around. John could only follow her this time as the view made his brain see only her and feel only the pleasure of every thrust until he was too close. There was no return, he only could fuck her as fast as her tight snatch allowed. Ragged breaths filled the room. John felt like a taut rope – then he suddenly went slack.

His seed pumped into her out of his shaft and her whole body arched up again as the heat of his cum inside her colder body burned through the electrified nerves. All of her was already on edge, John had made certain of that. Legs suddenly enveloped his hips, the brunette clinging onto him.

She craved more of his semen, as much as she could get and her cunt did its best to make John spurt more of it inside her. The clayish walls massaged his shaft in a way that he would only ever feel from her. He emptied as much of his balls inside her as his bodily functions allowed, before slumping forwards.

Now, John had always been one for post-coitus hugging but Gnome, as her face rested into a very sleepy, drowsy looking smile, was just so cute John had to snuggle with her for another minute, or ten.

But what then?