Chapter 564 – Separation 2 – Continues

Chapter 564 – Separation 2 – Continues

“Okay, slow down,” John was massaging his temples after hearing Eliza out. “First off, where is Nia now?”

“I have no fucking clue,” the pretty, little psycho answered, sitting in the large bathtub and scrubbing herself off with a sponge. The water had an unpleasant red tinge to it, but the steady stream of hot water refilling quickly took care of that. John was waiting until it was clear again to get in. “She was gone when I snapped back out of it.”

John blinked with his one open eye. The great thing about the contact lenses was that the regular eye fluid made the condensation issue a non-factor. After a few moments, he sighed heavily. “Well, at least we know she is fine. Did she say anything?”

“Something about heading southwest and getting stronger because she is afraid and shit,” Eliza answered and then let out an oddly purring sound when John squirted some shampoo on her hair and rubbed it in with skilled fingers. Her hair reached down all the way to her butt once again. “Dumb bitch said she didn’t want to stay, so there is that.”

“...I see...” John wondered what exactly was in the southwest. Was it a thing that was actually there or a thing in the layer of non-existence on top of that? The thought of the Nirvana quickly spiralled over to the image of the Nevr’est. It was quickly fading from his memory; all he was able to recall now was some roughly cat shaped blob of white colour.

“John, I liked the massage more,” Eliza’s voice was childish and whining, and the Gamer looked down on his hands to find them unpleasantly clawed into her scalp.

“Sorry,” John quickly apologized and went back to working the soap in with gently motions. A pleased giggle of an unsteady tone came from the blood mage, and John grabbed the nearby showerhead attached to the bathtub. After a few moments, and some more dark clouds going down the drain, the foam was washed out of Eliza’s hair. “Okay, and Thana said that she isn’t going to struggle?”

“She was a total bitch about it, like an absolutely major asshat, but yes,” she confirmed.

“...Can you look at me for a second?” John asked, and the blood mage raised her head to look up to him. No changes in her left eye. No further melding had occurred. “Okay, so you went in there to talk to that thing known for taking over your body on you own,” John was relieved but still had to scold her. “What were you thinking?”

“’Fuck this shit, why the fuck does it have to be me with this shitty luck, fuck this non-existent god up his non-existent ass’,” Eliza went ahead and told him. Although he was aiming to give her a bit of a discipling, John had to chuckle. “If you want to give me a spanking for being a bad girl, I would like to get it though, daddy.”

“No, no, do not pull that shit again,” John warned and lightly smacked her left cheek as he finally got into the tub as well. As he sunk into the warm water, he sighed heavily. “I guess it’s good that you didn’t turn into a gore-display somewhere in the living room though. Aclysia would have had a figurative heart attack... I guess a core attack would be more accurate?” John pondered about that for a moment. “Are you sure Nia didn’t run away because of the way you looked?”

The reason why they were even in the bath in the first place was because Eliza had stormed into the living room, in way too good a mood to care about anyone sleeping, covered in her own blood and mud. In the process of crawling up to John in his bed, she had absolutely stained the sheets and gotten John himself covered in a fair amount of mud.

Thankfully, the Gamer and his harem had a policy of buying bedding that was highly resilient to all kinds of stains. Although it had been a while since John had last used a washing machine. That was to say, since his stay-at-home mom had done most of his laundry, he had to quickly exchange a few texts with Aclysia as to what detergent he should throw the linen in the machine with and what setting to use. Even with that, he was 70% sure he had fucked something up.

Eliza herself had been banished to the bath, and John had followed her soon thereafter. “I have no fucking clue what even happened while I was talking to Thana,” the blood mage stated as she immediately switched positions from sitting next to John to sitting in his lap. “Neither of us were in control, so both of us were? Anyway, I must have disembowelled myself or some shit like that.”

“That’s what you looked like anyway... aside from the fact that you were in one piece,” John was about to complain about her broken regeneration abilities again, but he knew that would only lead to the same jokes as always being made on his expense. “Do you trust what Thana said?”

“Enough to say I am ready,” the blood mage answered. “Insectoid cunt really seemed despondent with our current situation. Always thought I was the fucked one, but man, she was depressed about herself.”

“To give the devil its due,” John carefully formulated his thoughts while hugging the smaller girl, “she is stuck in there while you still get to walk around.”

“Fair fucking enough,” Eliza happily grinded against John, waking up even the last parts of him in the process. “Can we fuck?”

“Not yet...” he decided against the protest of this male instincts. “Just to double check: you’re sure that Thana is saying the truth.”

“As sure as you are about that spiky-headed rodent,” Eliza answered. “Which is sure enough to not call the emperor fuck, so I say that’s pretty damn sure.”

“We are gambling on gods not exactly known for their honesty.”

“...No,” Eliza said, despite clearly having something on her mind. A twisted grin, between ecstasy and annoyance, appeared on her face. “Have you contacted those mountain fuckers already?”

“Dropped a text when I woke up,” John shook his head. “I have their number, I have Luna’s number, I don’t have Richard’s number. Secretive piece of...,” he mumbled and his phone rang at that exact moment. A message detailing time and place where to meet Elu appeared on the display when John checked. “When you speak of... well, one of the devils.”

Dropping a quick confirmation, the Gamer went back to concentrate on his food. He wondered if he would meet the actual leader of the Hidden Tradition soon. Elu was ‘just’ the number two in that guild, power wise. In terms of leadership, there seemed to be more of a council thing going on. Ironically, the same was true for the Lake Alliance.

‘Well, normally people regard dictators as evil, but I don’t think I am so bad,’ John thought, shoving the last bit of egg into his face. ‘So I shouldn’t judge how moral a guild is based on its power structure.’ “Okay, so we have a bit of time,” he said and swallowed. “Want to play some games to relax before we go?”

He wouldn’t make any meaningful advancements in the seeing department in what time they had and all of the business recently had put a pile of unplayed games on his Steam account. To properly play computer games like in the good old days, he would have needed to retreat to the gaming room nearby that was outfitted just for that purpose, but there were numerous things on console he wanted to get some time into as well. There was also the option of both worlds, since the large television in the living room was connected to that powerful PC.

“How about you just play some shit and I do some backseat gaming?” Eliza suggested, which was entirely fine by John. Under those circumstances, he would probably try advancing a bit in Witcher 3.

“Well, if that’s what you’re up to, I am out,” Metra announced and got up. “Backseating really isn’t for me. Gotta get right up in that action.”

“And be defeated by a lucky draw out of a deathrattle effect?”

“Shut the fuck up,” the berserker babe bellowed back and stomped off, eternally salty about that loss.

The remaining two of them finished their meal, loaded the dishwasher, put it on and then moved onto the couch. As the game booted up, John once more realized that he was still living the perfect life. Comfortable; the soft, leather wrapped pillows under him; with a beautiful girl who was one of many, whom he all loved in their individual ways, at his side; playing a video game. There was only one thing that could have made it better, and the fact that the present girl was a perverted little thing fulfilled it pretty much immediately.

“You can play while I suck your fat cock, right?” Eliza playfully asked, already laying down on the couch and stretching into his lap. Ambitiously, John tried to have a vision focus on her jiggling ass to his side and the screen in front of him each. While that was a failure, his brain protesting with slowly accumulating pain behind his eyes, moving the replacement sphere in place still allowed him to have a basic view of his favourite body part.

Being a good girl, Eliza even did him the favour to quickly toss off her robe so that her curves were only hidden by her usual leatherwear.

“Yes,” was, again, the only acceptable answer (honestly, a foregone conclusion) and underlined with the sound of his zipper being pulled down. John began questing casually while the blood mage played with his flaccid dick. With little kisses and strokes of her fine hands, the blood mage convinced it to increase its size.

“This little guy gets so fucking huge,” Eliza gasped as the member swelled from the size of two parallel fingers to beyond her entire hand. She nibbled at the base, just above the balls, letting the heavy, thick thing lay across her face. A perverted expression dominated her when she took a deep whiff of John’s scent. Slick sounds echoed amongst moans when she began rubbing her pussy.

Having to run from one village to another, John only had to hold the controller with one hand. With the other, he grabbed Eliza by the hair and dragged her up his joystick. She giggled lustfully, as her extended tongue left a wet trail on the side of his cock. “You wanted to suck me off, not play with yourself,” he said in a deep, dominating voice, “so get to it!”

He let go when her tongue came in contact with the engorged, pre-cum dripping tip, returning to play his game. Immediately, Eliza wrapped her lips around his dick and began blowing him. Halfway up and down she went, slurping loudly as she tasted him thoroughly. Circling motions interchanged with the simple bobbing; sometimes she would stop moving entirely and just let her tongue do the work, only to suck him in as deep as the position allowed.

The angle wasn’t optimal, neither was that he was still wearing pants, but this casual way of getting a blowjob was a nice change of pace from her usual position on her knees.

That aside, he enjoyed being able to just take a hand off the controller whenever there was no combat going, reach to his right and have her ass in slappable distance. Each time he made her pale, blueish ass jiggle, the erotic gasp that reverberated around his cock made him feel like he was about to cum.

His orgasm built up nicely over a stretch of time. Slowly, he felt it impeding on his ability to dodge attacks properly, but he needed to finish this quest. Mindlessly, he breezed through dialogue he would have otherwise listened to eagerly, hoping that this quest would reward him with a few naughty bits. The Witcher series didn’t hold back in that regard, which was just one reason why he loved it.

Hope was met with confirmation, a cut scene soon displaying a hot redhead moaning enticingly. John quickly put the controller down and used his hands entirely to guide the even hotter white-blue haired masochist in his lap. Forcing her up and down at immense speed, hearing her masturbation increase in speed and feeling her moans grow more intense in response, the Gamer brought himself to orgasm by abusing the pretty, little psycho’s throat.

Her only response to that was a gargled scream as the cum shooting into her mouth was the signal her deranged mind needed to get off herself. They were both panting long after the cutscene ended. John checked the clock. “We still have time for another quest,” he decided and picked up the controller again.

Eliza’s lips parted with his dick, just so she could swallow her master’s semen and then get right back to it.