John was finally done after eight hours. It hadn’t been one continuous meeting, luckily not, but rather an endless stream of events. The main meeting concluded and then somebody outside of the room wanted to talk to him, still important enough that John obliged. They had brought a friend or two and information had been dumped on the Gamer like candy on a particularly nice and cute kid on Halloween.

After talking to the first few people that passed him off in the hallway, John decided to just ask for an empty conference room and temporarily set-up shop there, wanting to knock everyone out in a semi-comfortable way. This turned out to be the absolute worst decision he had made in a while.

His location was, apparently, shared to every last interested party in less than 30 minutes. Sure, sitting in an armchair was more comfortable than quick talks in a hallway, but now that he was at a defined place, rather than somewhere random, they were drawn to him like iron sand to a magnet. It wasn’t that John hadn’t thought that this approach would attract more people, it was that he had underestimated the number of those who wanted to talk to him.

Between all the boring introductions, attempts to get him to invest and sales pitches, John’s only lifeline were bathroom and food breaks. The latter he used for quick relief with his elementals while the former gave him an excuse to just enjoy silence for half an hour. Regardless, he continued to talk to people even when he was internally screaming already.

‘SAY SOMETHING INTERESTING!’ these words echoed inside his head while he smiled charmingly and gestured for people to continue. It failed every time. More mediocrity was thrown his way and, worse, the businessmen lower on the food chain weren’t even all that charming. John had thought the presentation by Amacat’s council to be dry, but it had been a silky caress of his ears compared to the stammering rundown that he occasionally got down the line.

Still, he put up with all of it for the reason of two simple letters: PR. Maybe he wasn’t exactly in need of a good reputation, but it would help him a whole lot if he got one. The sacrifice was just a few hours of boredom, not nearly high enough to storm out of there all bothered.

When he finally had the last hand shook and the last proposal heard, having Beatrice take notes of everything on her smartphone (which really just allowed Scarlett to keep easy tabs on everything), the Gamer was done. Excusing himself from the gathering he had accidentally kickstarted, everyone satisfied to have been heard, John made a beeline to his suite.

Once there, he collapsed face first on the couch, his head the only part that landed on thighs rather than the white leather. “Jaaaaneeee,” he whined like a dog that had sat alone in the summer heat for an uncomfortable period, “love meeee.”

“Wow, that bad?” his girlfriend asked and looked down at him. Her body had that fresh smell of a recent shower, combined with that flushed, post-workout look to her skin. Something that John could see very well, as she was wearing only some incredibly tight hotpants and a sports bra. “Like, how boring was it?”

“You remember that literature teacher we had back in Ashcroft? The dull old lady?” He turned on his back to have an easy way to look at her. Talking to her midriff was nice and all, but not quite as great as looking at her face. After the last hours, he just appreciated every single pore on her sexy face that much more. “Or did you have the luck of never encountering her in your class?”

Rave had been one year John’s senior in the school, being about two years older than him. It added up thanks to her having lost a year between highschool and Ashcroft by essentially wasting a year on partying it up in Springfield. Not a waste according to her, but she had always hated school, as John knew from numerous stories that he was always happy to hear from her. He knew an incredible amount of useless details of the person above him. If he ever forgot any of them, he would punch himself.

“Dull old lady… literature…” Rave had to think for a few moments. “Oh hellz nah, don’t ya mention that beast of boredom Flung around me! I was doing fine having forgotten about her!”

“Well, it was like a class from her,” John laid it out, Rave shuddering so strongly that the dangling strands of her pretty pink hair swayed. “Except eight hours long,” she made a disgusted sound, “and about companies that likely won’t exist in twenty years instead of timeless works of literature.”

“Okay, ya need a fun injection right now,” Rave decided, scratching the top of his head with slow, gentle movements of her nimble fingers. In a less affectionate gesture, Copernicus appeared out of nowhere, jumped onto John and parked his body on the Gamer’s chest. Less affectionate, but still somewhat, as John greatly appreciated the natural heat of the almost weightless suncat. “What do ya wanna do?”

“First I…” John started, feeling a buzzing in his left pocket, causing him to sigh, “…need to check my phone.” What he was expecting was some sort of unpleasant message about some scandal at home or something to that effect. Few people had his personal number, as the numbers on business cards he handed out were for his office in his Guild Hall, Beatrice and a second mobile phone he only used when he wanted the business world to be able to reach him.

When he saw that the message was from Scarlett and not Chemilia or someone else who could carry him bad news, he immediately felt better about it. When it then was a picture of the redheaded Technomancer’s ass, he felt ecstatic about it. Her butt was pushed out and so close to the camera that her head was the only visible part of her, aside from the round cheeks and her upper thighs, with a lewd smile on her androgynous face. The trimmed, blood-red hair covering her cunt had clearly absorbed some moisture.

“Seems whatever Scarlett just sent you is right up your alley,” Rave hummed, looking at the rising tent in his pants. How she knew it was from Scarlett, despite not having seen the screen, well, it wasn’t that unusual for once. The Technomancer had gotten into the serious habit of sending him nudes whenever she felt like it. John turned the screen to show his girlfriend. The pink-haired half-Asian bombshell just a had a single word to comment, “Saucy.”

“If she was here right now, I would so absolutely bend her over and spank that ass until it was as red as her hair,” the Gamer exclaimed, reaching down into his pants and giving his cock a few pumps. A motion still well-trained from his years previous to having any luck with the ladies, but utterly useless. He may as well have rubbed his finger instead.

Luckily, his girlfriend was both around and not cruel enough to tease him in the current situation. “Get your pants off, tiger,” she winked, a command he didn’t need to hear twice and Copernicus took as his signal to leave again. Except the Gamer took everything off instead of just his pants. With his dick free and quivering out in the open in its rock-hard state, she had a hand wrapped around it in no time and started pumping with slow movements, lubricating the shaft with the dribbling precum.

John himself was using one hand to touch whatever of her body he could while still holding the phone with the other. A new message opened up on his screen, a short video with the caption, ‘That’s a promise, John~’ and the content of Scarlett, in the same pose from the photo, slapping her own ass and moaning along to the loud echo it created. Pulling her left asscheek to the side, she first showed off her fuckable holes before letting go. The video ended shortly after the jiggle of her ass had settled.

“Jesus Christ,” John gasped, put right onto the brink by that sexy little display. Under his fingers, he felt the muscles in Rave’s butt shift as she bent down to his cock. The movement of her hand accelerated to a blur of ecstasy, her lips closing tightly around him, wetly pressuring the weak spots at the border between head and shaft. She didn’t start sucking him off, not really anyway, she had simply moved into position to prevent a mess now that his balls tightened and he started pumping cum in absurd quantities.

With Source of Satisfaction in its Libido boosting state, he approached a load of 30 millilitres. Basically, he was giving her a small shot worth of sticky white stuff, spread over several strands splurged out over a considerable bit of time. All good that it was tasting like the greatest liquid candy in the world thanks to the perk he had gotten at 25 Libido. Well, that Aclysia kept a supply of bananas and strawberries ready surely helped as well.

As it was, Rave willingly took and kept every little bit of semen she could milk from him in her mouth. It even went as far as that, while her hand massaged the last few drops out of his shaft, John could feel her legs squirm a little bit. The taste was clearly getting her going. After about two minutes of this, she finally raised her head and swallowed with a satisfying gulp.

“Haaaa,” she let out the held breath in a moaning fashion. “Fuck, now I feel that I haven’t seen you in eight hours,” her words made that sound like an eternity. Which, in many ways, it was with how much time they spent together. Reaching behind her back, she let out a series of grumbles when the hook of her bra protested her decision to get naked. Quite persistently as well, Rave almost sliding into cursing because of it. “Stupid… this is why I wear things you can just pull of normally! All I wanna do here is be naked and sit on my boyfriend’s face, world, is that too much to ask?”

“I think the world is trying to tell you to lay down and let me dominate you instead,” the Gamer suggested, his words underlined with a kiss to her subtle abs and the sound of unhinging metal.

“Welp,” the technolover let out that single word as she carelessly threw her bra backwards. “Guess I’m having a subby day then.”

“Seriously?” John asked, raising his head in surprise. “If I knew it was as easy as that then…”

“Look, I know you don’t often run into the problem, because ya don’t have to wear them and most of us harem gals have magical clothing or just don’t wear stuff with hooks or something,” Rave told him as she changed positions from sitting to lying on her stomach, “but if the hook stops protesting all of a sudden, that’s a magical sign. Don’t dare to call it easy.”

“Why do you even bother with that bra then?” John was still confused. The great thing about having a girlfriend was that he could look the gift horse in the mouth and still expect to keep it afterwards.

Rave rolled her eyes, while looking over her shoulder, wiggling out of her hotpants. “Cause it’s the most comfortable one I have right now. All the other ones I got with me are tight for some reason.”

“Maybe your boobs are growing,” John joked.

“Isn’t that what’cha wanted when ya first saw me naked?” she teased while John climbed on top of her. There was no bondage equipment around, so he had to do this old school, take her arms and force them on her back, pinning her down with his weight.

“Hey, you basically forced me to give you that answer!” the Gamer protested while rubbing her wet cunt. “First you sneak up on me while I look at some random stuff from your father’s collection, which he just keeps openly in his media room, then you insist we watch it, and then you ask me whether I think you look better than that plastic pornstar even without the tits! Not my fault I like to C for myself!”

“Oh nooooo,” Rave laughed and moaned in equal measure. “You didn’t just make that god-awful pun!”

He spanked her ass with as much force as he could, but still failed to silence her giggles. “B quiet,” he added with a smirk, only causing her to snort. Even though she had agreed to take the sub role today, John had more of a bantering than a dominating day. “God, I swear you are way too sexy when you smile,” he gasped as he went back to running his finger through her cunt, smearing some of her juices on her back entrance.

“I love ya too, tiger,” she responded with a wink, then glancing towards his dick. That she couldn’t wait for the moment it was inside her, whatever hole he chose, was written plain into her flushed face.

“Wanna marry me?” he returned in the same tone.

“That better not be the actual proposal!” she shot back in a warning way. “Cause ya would like the answer, but not the way I’ll never let ya live this down!”

“What would you do that could be so bad?”

“Take relationship advice from your bitch of a future mother-in-law.”

“That’s bad.”

“No, it just ruins the life of the kids.”

“We’re going to have kids? Last time I checked, you weren’t sure about that.”

“At the very least we gonna breed some through Eliza.”

“That sounds incredibly wrong.”

“Ya know she wants it.”

“Want is such a weak word sometimes… how about craves it?”

“Kinda like I cra-aaaahve-“ Rave had been about to get sassy with him, John could just feel that, and that was the exact moment he chose to ram it up her ass with no compromise. Well, okay, he had prepared her with his fingers for a little bit beforehand, he wasn’t going to split her sphincter completely raw, and they were both lubed up. Point was that she was thrashing under his hold, letting out blissful gasps of pained pleasure. “Ya absolute dick!”

To the sound of steady, moderate thrusting, he responded. “I love you too, even if you’re being kind of bad about the whole ‘being submissive’ thing you agreed to.”

“Guess I can’t force the mood after all,” she stated and let out a long moan that grew louder with every bit of his cock that vanished into her. “I totally get why some girls become buttsluts, nowadays.”

“Considering joining Lydia?” the Gamer groaned, unable to keep the pleasure completely from straining his voice. Even the way her back looked was just too sexy to him. He was getting drunk off her body and that natural sweet smell she was exuding, better than any perfume he had ever smelled.

“Nah, not that extreme,” Rave inhaled sharply as her boyfriend upped the tempo and intensity. Slapping echoes reverberated through the oversized, largely empty living room. For a moment, all talk ceased, as they both communicated only through sounds of bliss and the tensing of their bodies. Then they reached a simultaneous climax. Quick, satisfying and relieving. “Just…” Rave swallowed as she got over the aftershocks, “…saying that considering a buttplug for my birthday ain’t the worst idea you’ll ever have.”

“Wonder if I can find one with a cattail…” John immediately got thinking, slowly starting to move again. “I’ll see what gift I can get you.”

“And don’t ya worry about your own,” she gave him a loving look. “We have plans.”