Chapter 794 – Newman and the Maidens of Null

Chapter 794 – Newman and the Maidens of Null

“My real name is Alice Pleasance Liddell,” the dark-haired pariah stated, as they walked through the many-doored corridors.

Nobody was surprised, least of all John, who couldn’t help but remark, “Your middle name is rather ironic, given how obnoxious you can be.” He only received a cryptic smile in response, so he continued with something that he actually wondered about. “Are you the same Alice as the one I can find on Wikipedia or is there something else I don’t know?”

“That would be my twin sister – who never knew about me,” Alice responded. “Getting through birth alone is quite a risk for a pariah. With a mundane mother, you’re a crying infant nobody can hear. I was given the same name by the Abyssal who happened to raise me. I like it, so I kept it.”

“Fair enough.” The Gamer’s curiosity was sated and he didn’t want to drill much further. His mind was too exhausted from prolonged exposure to Florida men and women (mostly women) and he just wanted his adorable pariah back. Then he wanted to get somewhere he didn’t have to wonder if the chicken talked to him.

They arrived at the familiar door and Alice stopped with her hand on the handle. “I would request one thing,” she said and looked at John and his entourage, “that only John goes in there with me.”

“Afraid we might disturb Nia?” Rave asked, to which the woman shook her head.

“Either she succeeded or she didn’t. I told her all she needed to know, she can practice anything else by herself. I put a bit of pressure on her to help her get through the barrier; whether or not she has the potential, I have no idea.” Alice shrugged and her gaze transformed to reflect a lustful hunger. “I want to feel what Wendy felt.”

“Ah,” the girlfriend of the Gamer made an understanding sound, then slapped her man on the ass. “Well, go get her tiger. Just keep Nia’s legs intact, we can’t leave otherwise.”

“I will do my best.” John grinned and stood a little more upright. ‘Venting some of my frustrations into her cunt is exactly what I want from life right now,’ he thought. Of course, he wouldn’t do anything if Nia wasn’t in the mood.

Alice pressed down the handle and they both entered. They almost immediately ran into Nia, standing next to the doorframe, with one hand one the wall. Darting towards each other, the Gamer and the Maiden of Null embraced one another. John went deeper into the room with circling steps, whirling the lithe woman around him before putting her down to kiss her long and deep.

“Have fun!” Rave shouted, before Alice closed the door.

There wasn’t any immediate reaction by Nia. She was too distracted by John’s tongue and moaning into his mouth. She tasted and smelled like nothing, leaving all his senses focused on the sensations. His hands travelled over the soft non-fabric of her dress, took in of her what he could and what he had missed over the past months. She was thin but still soft in the right places. Her tits, her sides, her ass, back up to her hair, he wanted to indulge in all of her.

When they finally separated, it was on her initiative. “Have fun?” she asked, and her eyebrows moved the slightest bit to underline her mild confusion. Looking over to Alice, who was naked immediately, she immediately realized. “Having sex, I understand.”

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” John assured her, but Nia’s dress had vanished before he finished that sentence.

“It’s who you are and I want to be by your side,” the blonde stated and stepped back, Alice joining right next to her. Blonde and dark-haired, pale and tanned, both with blue eyes and that odd aura to them. Nia was taller, had about a cup size bigger breasts and all around had that supermodel body. Next to her, Alice looked a bit more rural and all around a tad less attractive. Although that very well may have been John’s bias. They were contrasting in many ways, but similar in many more.

John didn’t lose any time to discard his own clothes through the menu. Exposed to the air, his half-hard cock was slowly swelling. A progression that accelerated to ‘quickly’ when both women got on their knees in front of him. Their lips pressed against either side of his cock and covered him with little licks and kisses. They started at the base and slowly worked their way up.

Once up there, only one would get to take him into her mouth. As much as he wanted to get back at Alice, if there was one thing stronger than his irritation, then it was his love for his harem. Putting a hand on her head, seeing it mostly vanish inside her peculiar mane, he guided Nia towards the tip of his now fully erect dick.

He would have let her go slowly, it had been quite some time after all, but Nia had not forgotten how to properly suck him off. To warm herself up, get used to the sensation again, she bobbed up and down halfway on his large cock. “Oh God,” John groaned. “Oh God!” he repeated, louder, when she suddenly slid all the way down and took him deep into her throat.

She stayed there for a few seconds, Alice playing along and worshipping his balls with her lips and tongue. Then, Nia slowly slid back up, and close to the head, she let out a sharp moan. “Your turn, mentor,” she gasped, gooey strands connecting her lips and his shaft, already ruining the meticulously clean look the pale girl usually had.

“Yes,” Alice hummed, her dark lips pressing against his head just as John put his right hand on her head. There was less to grab, courtesy of the quite normal cut her dark hair had, but the Gamer still enjoyed guiding her down his shaft. She struggled to take his size in, that much was obvious from the widening of her eyes and the occasional small gag.

“What are you waiting for?” Nia wanted to know, hooking the heel of her slender foot behind his shoulder. “I want you inside me.” In the past, dirty talk from her had been downright painful. Now the note of genuine desperation in her calm voice was the greatest song John’s dominant heart could have asked for. “Please.”

“Can I put the Lover’s Will mark on you?” John answered with a question of his own. There was no reason to delay it and he wanted to see her pale skin decorated with his brand. As long as she accepted it, her anti-magical powers shouldn’t neutralize it.

“Yes,” Nia kept it short and simple. The answer was followed by an extended moan as John activated both the magic and pushed inside of her. Tingling, it flowed into her. Where his hands touched her, where their sexes joined, there was a moment of resistance, then a free flow. For one blissful moment, the magic made them part of the same circuit. A moment of love, passion and lust flowing through them undiluted and true. Then the energy coalesced inside of them. For John, it became another mark on his fingers, becoming the first one on the little finger of his right hand. For Nia, the usual mark of winding but never meeting lines formed underneath her navel. The shape of a heart at the centre, it stretched over her womb in dark blue wonder.

John felt as if his cock went from rock hard to steel solid. Fully inside her, he took a blissful breath. “You won’t leave again, right?” he asked. “You’re mine again?” He knew the question was selfish, but he needed to hear it.

“I’m yours,” Nia assured, and for those words, the passivity of her voice was completely replaced with a level of earnest emotion that rivalled the greatest poetry.

With that, he slowly began to move. He leaned lightly onto her leg, forcing her to raise her hips a little bit and let him thrust deeper into her. The soft, smooth skin of her long leg felt wonderful against his palms and chest. Not quite as wonderful as the many folds of her tight pussy, but close. Her insides hadn’t forgotten his shape, or maybe he had just been craving her for so long that whatever she felt like would have felt ecstatic. Whether the answer was idealistic or realistic, the only thing that mattered was that it was her and she was tight.

Revelling in each moment, he pulled out. Her insides clung to her, her sprawled out hands clawed at the floor, her toes curled. “Truly... yours...” she gasped, happily, when John reversed the direction of his motions and easefully went back into her. The bulge his girthy cock created in her abdomen slowly stretched out until it reached just below the heart shaped centre of the Lover’s Will mark. He was deep inside her, almost kissing her womb, but not quite. This was as deep as he could be without making it hurt.

“My Nia,” he sighed and pulled back out again. He accelerated quickly. He wanted to hear more of this more expressive progression she had made. Lustful gasps caressed his ears with every move he made. It was more than just his moves that gave her pleasure; even with her anti-magical sensibilities, the Gamer’s skill at fucking was still what mattered most.

And he put what he knew to good use.

He hadn’t forgotten any of Nia’s sensitive points, neither was he planning to try and discover new ones. Having already cum twice, he would last for a long time and he put it to good use. Although he didn’t vary much in the position, he soon had Nia squirming in a way that supported little more than missionary, he kept interacting with the entirety of her curves.

He let his hands slide over her flexible leg, grabbed her firm ass, caressed sides and stomach, and wandered up to her breasts. They were large enough to jiggle in a deeply satisfying fashion, as his intense plunges into her pussy shook her entire body. While multiple orgasms caused her spine to arch off the floor and her quim to quiver and clench around his cock, he grabbed her tit and lightly clawed into it in a caringly sadistic manner.

Nia had always been malleable in her sexual tastes. It appeared that she hadn’t quite made up her mind before meeting John and the intense domineering attitude had shaped her up to be quite receptive towards him. Likely an acquired taste, but a taste for light submission regardless, her cunt overflowed with love juices when he pinched her right nipple and pulled. The soft flesh of her mammary rose and then jiggled back into position after he had let go. He continued this and other playfully rough treatments for a few minutes.

Then he leaned even further forwards. Her leg was almost touching her shoulder as he bowed over her face. The hand that had played with her chest wandered to her chin. Holding it, his thumb pulled down her lower lip. Presented with that single finger, she sucked at it. Mustering all of her willpower, she managed to focus her sapphire eyes on him.

“I’m about to cum,” he said, his voice deep and strained. “Do you want me to cum?” She nodded. “Do you want me to fill you up?” Another nod, stronger this time. “Let me hear what you want me to do.” He moved his thumb to the side.

“I want your cum inside me, John,” Nia panted. Her voice wasn’t nearly as wrecked by pleasure as he had hoped, but her strangely collected calm made for a nice contrast with the desperate desire on her face. “Fill me up.” A moment’s hesitation, then, in the same calm tone, “Make me a mother, in the future.”

A sane man would have stopped. John Newman had to massively pull himself together to not give into his base instincts, flip a switch and fulfil that sudden wish right there on the spot. With considerable struggle, he managed to keep that desire in check. All that unpredictable announcement had him do was ram his cock deep into Nia’s cunt one last time. Then his balls tightened and seed rushed up his shaft.

As her insides were painted white, Nia’s concentrated gaze broke. Her eyes slowly travelled up and her tongue stretched out along a loud scream. John followed the tune and together they roared their ecstasy into the featureless room. He came, felt the absolute relief and reality of having her back and marked with his love in every fibre of his being. Infertile or not, his cum filled every bit of her womb, and the knowledge that she was another one of his women ready to, one day, carry his child only made the amount spurting out of him that much more.

She squirted against his groin, her hands reached up to him, and instead of the floor, she clawed at his back. Soft pain only accented the rush of pleasure that took hold in his body like white lightning that bounced around inside a bottle. Again and again, his shaft tensed and relaxed, dropping another wave of seed inside her.

After almost a minute of ceaseless climax, it finally ebbed off. The spurts got weaker, until he was fully drained and satisfied. For the moment, at least. He took Nia off the floor and hugged her, while she calmed down herself. Her lithe body was light and fit nicely between his shoulders.



The last separation that Sigmund had caused had finally been mended.