Chapter 691 – Quickie and Prisoner

Chapter 691 – Quickie and Prisoner

For no reason other than his own lust, John made Metra take the short walk on all fours. She crawled along next to him, looking more and more turned on along the way. Something that, John knew for a fact, she would have hated under previous masters and probably wouldn’t have enjoyed as much as she did under him until quite recently. Yesterday had clearly been a breaking point in their relationship.

John wasn’t used to such shifts having a clear-cut date to them, but he wasn’t going to complain about it. Not since it played so much into his favour. Although Metra had not enjoyed being a submissive in the past, she knew how to play the part properly from observing others. Not that she had to be very creative in this instance.

Once they were a good distance away, John just told everyone to stop. He put a few Sentinel Golems into the area, to make sure they weren’t disturbed, then positioned himself behind Metra. It was a quick affair, he pulled down her soaked hot pants, got rid of his own legwear, then went straight to business. Taking her doggystyle out in the open, covered only by the densely standing trees, was extremely liberating.

His cock was soon lubricated to the maximum, so fucking her hard and rough wasn’t a problem. All he cared about was getting off. To that end, he was remarkably uncreative, only keeping his grip on Metra’s hips and thrusting. That was, with his knowledge of her sensitive spots, more than enough to send her over the edge three times before he filled her up.

Not that one orgasm was enough.

That one had barely ended and he was standing. With one command, Metra was sucking his dick. He guided her movements with one hand, while groping Gnome with the other. For once more needy than embarrassed, Gnome joined them, and after John had shot his second load into Metra’s mouth, he fucked the soil elemental against a tree.

After his third orgasm, John felt much better. He could have continued, of course he could have, but that was enough to let him go on with his day without feeling pent up. ‘Thank you, Gaia, for allowing me this life, despite all the trials and tribulation,’ he thought. Cumming a few times cleared the mind quite nicely, so now the day was drifting towards acceptable again.

He pulled a steamed towel out of his inventory, Aclysia had prepared a new one this morning, and they cleaned themselves off. Metra had to work with a pair of Rave’s yoga pants for the moment as John didn’t want her to walk around with that damp spot between her legs. If spot was even the right word in this context, consuming about a third of her hot pants entire surface.

“Urgh, why do I even have to wear anything?” Metra complained as she slipped into the stretchy fabric. Although her ass wasn’t as perfect as Rave’s, the berserker babe’s butt was beautiful, bouncing as she let the waistband snap into position. “Back in Akkadia, nobody cared if I was fucking naked.”

“When in Rome, do as the Romans do,” John told her, not particularly interested in having this argument for the seventeenth time in its entirety. “I don’t want to become so depraved that I walk around everywhere in the nude. I still want to be a somewhat functioning role model for people and that includes being able to fit into polite society. Do you want to defy me, Metra?”

“No, my king,” the First of Wrath grumbled, clearly not content but accepting of the situation as she had always been. “What else do you have to do anyway? Can’t we just go back to the Palace and continue this properly?”

“Aside from the full day job of running around the city and fixing things, showing my people that I am helping them on the ground level? More importantly, aside from checking on my sweet, little, and once more going through a break down, Eliza?” John asked and rolled his neck. It felt a bit stiff, he probably had strained some muscles thanks to the repeated orgasms. “Well, that depends on what kind of update Aclysia gives me. Speaking of that,” he pulled out his phone, “it’s just about the agreed time.”

As if on command, likely having waited for a window in the conversation, Aclysia contacted him mentally. ‘Report,’ she initiated the contact, ‘I have successfully arranged for a meeting in Boston tomorrow, as you have asked me to. Although my obvious threats failed to impress them initially, once the demise of Lakamun was proven, they were more than willing to initiate peace talks. The negotiator changed at that point as well.’

‘Wonder what that means,’ John thought. ‘Did the person speaking first simply retreat from the conversation out of shock or were they forced to take a step back because Lakamun was the head of a pro war faction, now fatally weakened? Lots of other possibilities as well, could be as simple as a bathroom break.’ He turned from the internal analysis back to the conversation. ‘Thank you, Aclysia, would you say they are absolutely sure to attend the peace talks?’

‘I found no single reason for them backing out. Similarly, I have no ultimate confirmation that they will agree to the terms as I have presented them, Master,’ the weaponized maid quickly responded. ‘The final negotiator was rather nervous, however. They might be creating some scheme.’

‘We’ll take the necessary security precautions. Shouldn’t be too hard, since this will happen on our soil,’ John responded and then began walking. The next part, he said both out loud and in his thoughts, “Alright, we should give the Lake Alliance something so they’ll be less nervous.”

“You know, this,” a hand reached up from behind the back of the couch and made a circular gesture, “the war and stuff. Lakamun can go deal with you, since he wanted us to attack you so badly as well.”

‘I guess that lends credence to one of my theories about internal factions.’ John felt pleased with himself about that. ‘There had to be an internal counterforce that was growing after I both humiliated and didn’t harm any of their people.’ “I will just break the news to you: Lakamun is dead.”

Theron was taken aback by that announcement. His half-closed eyes actually widened to the level of an awake person. “Seriously? Wow.” That seemed to be all he had to say about the demise of the demi-god. After a few seconds, he even settled back to the previous look. “I guess that’s good for you?”

“I didn’t want any casualties, but in the interest of sparing you any propaganda talk: yes, yes, it is good for me. Especially if he was the main warmonger on your side,” John sighed and shook his head. “You could possibly know. What did I even do that you people decided to attack me? Was it really just the takeover of the Little Maryland?”

“Lakamun started talking about you the moment you took over New York.” Theron shrugged. “He doesn’t like competition. Even he didn’t guess you would rise that meteorically though. That you took over one of our allies kind of gave him justification to escalate things. Helene was sporting for a fight anyway, Jeremiah knew you had something tasty, and Leslek is a bootlicker. You know, the usual stuff.”

John wanted to say that letting the strong lead on the basis of being strong was a pretty bad idea exactly because of situations like this. What stopped him was that he had no idea how the Lake Alliance’s internal system actually functioned and that he would have looked like a giant hypocrite saying that. All wars Fusion had been involved in, so far, came as a result of John’s own actions. In some way, shape, or form, he had invited the conflict and used the growing power of his Federation to support him in ending it in his own favour.

Instead, the Gamer decided to get to the point why he had come there. “I am releasing you,” he stated.

“Oh, cool.” Theron was already in the process of raising his hand, the usual gesture to leave a barrier, when he stopped and gave John a long stare. “You look constipated, my dude.”

“You can’t just leave without asking me why,” John whined. “That’s against the rules.”

“That sounds bothersome though.” Theron yawned for the third time. “You mind if I just pretend to listen while concentrating on how comfortable the couch is?”

“Fine.” John did a throwing gesture to express his discontent, but this was better than nothing.

‘You could just stop behaving like a super-villain?’ Gnome suggested.

‘But where is the fun in that?’ John asked back, then went on with the explanation, “It’s simple, really, the Lake Alliance has confirmed they will talk to me and I am sending you back to show that I am pleased. Do let them know that I am not out to utterly dismantle them and just ease the tension in general. This can all end without further complications.”

“Urgh,” Theron groaned, raising his hand further. “Just when I thought I was out of responsibility for a few weeks at least. Leslek won’t stop screaming into my ears. Neither will Jeremiah.”

“Well, look at it like this, you do the work now to get the war over with tomorrow,” John stated. “No more stress after that.”

“Sure, sure.” Theron didn’t sound particularly convinced.