Chapter 473 – The Hudson Barrier 1 – Prelude

Chapter 473 – The Hudson Barrier 1 – Prelude

John was sitting in a leathery armchair in his living room. His back leaned comfortably against the rest, his butt was firmly on the cushion, his feet were laid up and rested on a casually self-degrading Eliza’s naked back. The blood mage was grinning madly and clothed only in her leathery garments, as per usual, having seen him come and prostrated herself casually. Apparently, she was slowly getting into a thing called ‘casual BDSM’. It was something John greatly appreciated as well, stroking his dominant tendencies quite pleasingly.

In other circumstances, the Gamer would probably have been naked, but that would feel weird. Not only was he waiting for news of Magoi to finish his preparations for the announcement, he was also on phone with his mother. Being naked while being on phone with his parents would have felt very, very weird.

“...Yeah, we don’t have plans next week, so you are free to stay here for a few days,” Brenda told him. “How many people are you coming with again?”

John had to think about that for a second. Rave was a non-starter, she was human and she had her disguise to hide her hair and, more importantly, eyes. There was a small problem with Eliza though, since they had to find some sort of indoor acceptable replacement for the scarf. Aclysia and Beatrice could come, they were able to shift to being basically indistinguishable from humans. Lydia, of course, was going to come with. The elementals were out, even Gnome, who was probably too heavy for most mundane chairs.

He continued on like this to arrive at a number of people who could sensible come with him. “Six or seven others, have to wait on the confirmation of the last one of my girls. She has a bit of a situation.”

“Well... we only have three extra bedrooms,” his mother hummed from the other side of the line. “Ah, listen to me ‘only’ three extra bedrooms,” she laughed, “you know, I didn’t quite expect this when marrying your father, but he really knows how to make money.”

“Like father like son,” John joked, “got some exciting news on that front myself.”

“Really? Do tell!” his mother couldn’t wait.

“Sorry, rather do it in person,” John declined, that was the truth, but only insofar that he wanted more time to check on his believable lie. The sting of the untruthful son caused him to shift in his seat, but no matter what his conscious said, Gaia didn’t give him a great choice in the matter. Just like which foot was sitting atop the other, crossed on Eliza’s back, John switched topics. “Anyway, three bedrooms sound like plenty.”

“Yeah... at first...” Brenda sighed. “One of them is permanently occupied by that darling Hex,” that was the name the bodyguard John had hired for his parents went by. The fact that she was living with his parents wasn’t news to him; she had reported her successful infiltration of their lives at the time. In answer, John had doubled her salary. As a reward, and to show her that he was willing to pay her for loyalty.

So far, he wasn’t regretting it. Hex was dutiful in her work and diligent in her weekly reports, even if all of them so far had consisted of literally ‘Nothing’.

“She is a bit stern that one, but a kinky one in bed, really likes her tools,” Brenda continued.

“Mom!” John pinched the bridge of his nose, his fine-eared stool laughed like a hyena with a sore throat. “Way too much info!”

“Whatever you say, sweetie,” she dismissed his complaints with the sugar-coated voice of an amused mother. “Anyway, second bedroom is being occupied next week by a nice boy I met in a bar recently. I will spare my poor harem-head of a son the details, but he is about your age so you will probably get along.”

John closed his eyes and inhaled very deeply before audibly letting the air slowly exit through his nose. The knowledge that other people than his father were fucking his mother was already odd, seeing a person in the flesh would be... John didn’t know what it would be, just that he felt strongly about this. “Yeah, okay,” he said nonetheless. He might as well face reality head-on. “So ýou only have one bedroom left, is what you are saying?”

“Pretty much... would that be a problem? If I understand correctly, you are having sex with everyone you are bringing anyway,” Brenda pointed out. “We can probably put some air mattresses down or something for the ones that don’t fit on the bed. Not optimal, but it should work.”

“Yeah, we should be fine. There are some of us that won’t mind the floor,” he pulled a foot back and gently shoved it in Eliza’s face. He quickly pulled back when her sharp teeth were snapping at him playfully. It appeared that her mood wasn’t quite that perverse at the moment and she was just enjoying her position of medium degradation. Therefore, he put the leg back on the other one and maintained that level. “So next week... Monday the 23rd, right? Can we come in whenever? How thick are the walls?”

“Your father will be out for work early and I am usually sleeping until around seven, so I would appreciate it if you could come in after he and I had breakfast...” a short silence that practically spelled ‘and give us time to have a morning threesome with Hex’, “...so after eight or nine you can come in whenever. I am looking forwards to meeting most of my little boy’s harem. Seems like yesterday that you were glued to your screen. Also, I want to check Jane’s claims that you gained actual muscles.”

“You don’t really see it under the clothes,” John stated with a sigh, “thin-limbed body type, but on the plus side I regularly get compliments when the clothes are off. They are the underhanded ‘you really didn’t seem like...’-type, but nevertheless, compliments.” A short awkward pause ensued, with Brenda chuckling and him realizing that he was now talking about things that would make him shift uncomfortably away from the conversation if his mother would be the one saying it. “Anyway, do you have a jacuzzi?”

“We have a pool,” Brenda said.

“I will keep that in my whore-vortex of a scramble-brain,” Eliza whispered back and closed her arms around his back. “Can we stay like this a while longer?”

“Only if you tell me what you have against beavers,” he joked.

“They build dams,” she answered, “dams are walls and I hate those.”

“I see,” he hadn’t expected that weird and simultaneously deep kind of reason. While there was a wide opening to mock her for this, he decided that would not only be heartless but also entirely displaced. Well, no, he didn’t decide, deciding meant that he would have thought about either doing it or not. He just didn’t.

They sat there in silence for a solid minute before Eliza suddenly giggled. A giggle that went to laughter. She had the decency to get away from his ears before her whole body was shaking with amused cramps, wringing spiritually unhealthy sounding, shrill sounds out of her lungs.

“Aren’t you one giant fucking romantic?” she asked all of a sudden, back to her normal state. “Cute as all kinds of pandas, or some other useless animal that’s going extinct, girl sitting in your lap and you don’t even get your fuckshaft erect!”

“Hey, I can cuddle!” John declared. “Also, I am pretty sure I would blue ball myself if we started fucking now.”

“I actually wonder, if you didn’t fuck for three days, what would happen to you?” Eliza asked.

“Not that much, I think,” John said, “Source of Satisfaction keeps my Libido depressed down to 25 when I am not having sex, and with how high my Wisdom is...” he shrugged, “... I would be pent up, but it’s not like I would be reduced to whatever I was when I had Cumslut equipped.”

“Which we need to repeat, desperately!” Eliza growled, salty that she had lost to Rave by such an immense margin that day. Also, the proper safe word these days was ‘Expulsion’. The blood mage had felt immensely bad after the fact for having said ‘I hate you’ even as a means to secure her remaining sanity.

“Maybe,” John said, looking at her tits in their barely hiding confinement. Now that the topic of sex was on the table, his brain was going places. Problem was, he really didn’t know when Magoi would finally be done, and once he would be touching them, it would only be thirty seconds to him nailing Eliza on the table. He knew himself. “Curse you, you sexy woman and your delicious looking boobs!” he told the insanely grinning blood mage.

To distract himself, he opened the unspent Fateweaver perks.



Very boring choices. Very, very boring choices. Once more, only one was replaced, being Loot Basin for the new Loot Focus, which he swiftly took. He was certain he could abuse it in some way to make money.

“Something good?” Eliza asked; his girls generally knew when John was staring at a window to make a decision.

“Not really,” John answered as the blue decision-making tool closed and revealed Eliza’s tits again. Now naked and revealing their blue-tinged, light purple nipple crowned glory directly to his eyes in all their firmness. “Did you have to pull a Siena on me?!” John whined, looking at the perfectly delicious treat. “You were supposed to bring balance to the SM spectrum, not tease me with your tits!”

“Wow, that must be the worst prequel reference I have ever heard,” Eliza shook her head.

“No cussing in that sentence?” John wondered, eyes stuck to her cleavage.

“The fuck are you on about? I said ‘prequels’, how much nastier do you want my words to get?” the blood mage giggled and then hugged the Gamer’s face with her rack. “Now get your dense-ass brain going and punish me, you cockhead.”



What was a man to do but nail her on the table?