“Okay, you convinced me, we’ll play Minecraft after this,” Lee surrendered while she waited to revive.

“Oh, what? I thought that was a normie game,” John poked fun at her, happily clicking around the map. They were having a good old round of League of Legends. The sixth round, to be exact. It also appeared that it would be their sixth victory. John had been out of the meta for a while, but he still had the basics down. With Lee’s explanation on what important things had changed and his absurd reflexes, he was carrying himself splendidly. The sassy gamer girl was basically on a pro level, even without her own increased reflexes.

Because League of Legends was a game filled with awful design decisions, that was and wasn’t enough to make them dominate.

“I’m just sick and fucking tired of dying to mushrooms. Who the fuck fed Teemo?!” Lee, tilted beyond belief, cried out and beat her desk several times.

“I can’t believe Teemo is still in the game,” John agreed, clicking on the tower and stretching while his character hit the building. That would have been inadvisable, had they not just won a team fight. Basically, all that remained at this point was to finish things off. “Maybe you shouldn’t play the squishiest character you could find though?”

“Akali isn’t squishy!”

“She is if you have nothing to hit.”

“You’re just playing tanks, you coward.”

“Hey, if nobody picks CC, then I will pick CC. A good comp is how you win.” That statement had Lee without retort and the Gamer smugly stared at the face cam. She was, John had to admit, less sexy without the make-up. She was cuter though, the pale pink of her lips harmonizing better with her white skin. Naturally dense, her eyelashes did the majority of the work mascara would have anyway. The highlighting of her eyes wasn’t as intense, but John preferred the simplicity of the soft outline.

The victory came about a minute later, at which point Lee asked. “So, we game for Minecraft?”

‘Why does she have to use that word,’ John lamented mentally, the fantasy of dominating her after a chase surfacing again. The problem here was that she seemed so willing for it. There was absolutely no way she didn’t know about John’s kinks. Not with how she had apparently become a fan of him since they first met and not with how clear John was with what he did between games. “Sure, let me just check on Eliza.”

“That what you call it now? ‘Checking’ on her?” Lee’s dry sarcasm called him out. “Come on dude, just tell me which hole is next.”

‘So, you can play with that one while I am gone?’ the Gamer wanted to say, but bit the inside of his cheek. Meanwhile, Lee bit her lower lip in that awfully erotic way, giving him the answer to his question. ‘Why does she have to be so incredibly straightforward with her signals? If she was coy, this would be way easier. Fucking dream girl right here and I can’t touch her.’ John sighed out loud by accident. By quickly continuing, he made it look as if he was merely resigned to give her an answer. “I was thinking about some gentle throat-fucking.”

“Gentle,” she repeated, gesturing her sarcasm with air quotes, “throat-fucking.” The motions made her hoodie part further at the front, revealing clearly erect nipples poking through her shirt. “Go ahead then, tend to your subby slut.” Unbothered, even smiling a little, she waved dismissively.

“Do you mean her or you?” John bantered back out of pure instinct and saw Lee blush at his flirtatious blunder. ‘Shit, why does she make this so goddamn easy?!’ he shouted inside his mind. As if her being attractive and a fellow gamer wasn’t enough, Lee just had the easy-going character type he was generally attracted to. Add a dash of sassiness and clear sexual openness on top and John just couldn’t help himself to treat her like she was destined to join his harem.

Basically, their chemistry was through the roof.

“I mean…” Lee hesitantly answered, pulling and twirling the tips of her hair in a girly fashion, “…I wouldn’t mind trying rough stuff… with the right guy… or girl, really, I don’t mind… both, even.”

She looked directly into the camera.

‘RETREAT!’ John thought, channelling what very little of his awkward teen years remained. “Hope you find someone like that!” he exclaimed, clearly aggravated, pulled off his headphones and fled the scene. Just barely, he caught Lee’s stupefied expression. He also noticed too late that he was walking with a massive and visible tent in his pants. ‘There is no way she doesn’t realize that I’m also interested,’ he lamented. ‘Gaia, kill me now, I don’t know how much longer I can resist this temptation.’

John considered and ultimately refused the Quest. It wasn’t worth it after all.

In the living room, one very clear reason to stay alive was sitting in her proverbial cage. John had switched her position three times so far. At the moment, she was kneeling, arms tied together vertically behind her back, Sybian between her fixed legs.

She was mewling helplessly, spasming on top of the buzzing toy between her legs. No matter how much the short, blueish-white girl tried, she couldn’t shift away from it. John had left her like that for the past forty minutes and the Lover’s Will Mark on her crotch prevented her from finding release in the sexual torture. Sweaty, drooling and sopping wet, the blinded, gagged, and deafened girl was too deep in her hell of pleasure to even smell John. She only noticed him when he ran a hand up her thigh.

The moment she knew he was in the room, her moans became louder and overbearing. Like most people, Eliza only displayed her emotions so openly if she knew she was being watched. She shuddered and tried to lean into his touch. John pulled the mufflers from her ears. “Do you want to cum, Eliza?”

Spasming, zealous nods and desperate screams were John’s answer. They cleansed the Gamer of his current worries. He indulged in hearing them for a few seconds longer, before also taking her gag out. “Please, please, please, let me cum, Master!” she screamed. “Masterrrr, mhm-AaaahHh!”

John teased her breasts with his hand, causing her to cry out. “I don’t know. Should I allow you to climax? Difficult… difficult…” He grabbed her face and turned it around, inspecting it as if she was some kind of farm animal. “Why don’t you tell me exactly what you are?”

“I’m your slave! Your personal cumbucket!” she cried out immediately. “Master, please use me however you desire! My cunt, my ass, my pussy, they all belong to you. Just you, Master, only your cock can soil this useless sleeve. Fill me up with your baby batter however often you want!”

“Good girl,” John hummed and walked around her to work on her bindings. Loosening the rope attached to her collar allowed her to slump forwards. When she was at the height of John’s crotch, he secured the rope again and got back to her mouth. Whether she was panting or if she was keeping her lips parted in anticipation of his cock made little difference. Either way, John pushed inside her throat and undid the seal.

John rocked the pretty little psycho’s world. It only took ten seconds to get her cross-eyed, but he kept ravaging her throat for a little while longer. His cock in her throat, the Sybian still buzzing between her rope-squished thighs, he reduced her to the happiest mess in existence.

When he was done, he took her off the Sybian and bound her back down in a more relaxed position. Every high had to be followed by a low and he was far from done with her. The gag and the muffler went back into position and the phone placed within reach of her new position.

Then John did as he always did: clean his dick, grab a snack, get dressed again and return to the PC. Lee was awaiting him, munching on some pizza that looked like it had spent a night in the fridge. Neither of them brought up their final exchange.

With a mouthful of cheese, toppings and crust, Lee asked, “You shetting up the sherver or what?”

“Less of a setting up and more of a booting up,” John retorted and opened the admin console of the gaming room. Courtesy of Scarlett, the harem got to play Minecraft on hardware that would usually be used to power a World of Warcraft server. “Let me just create a new world and then we can go at it.” He glanced at the clock. Had it really been seven hours already? Between talking to Lee and using Eliza, the Gamer’s day had trickled away with continuous glee.

“Take your time, dude,” Lee told him, using her deeper intonation. The way her vocal cords travelled all over the place, while remaining generally pleasing in their tone, was strangely enticing to John. “I have the best company of all times at the moment.”

“Why thank you,” the Gamer responded instinctively, while clicking around the settings. That was a platonic enough compliment.

“I am talking about the pizza.” The young Fateweaver shook her head. “It’s true what they say: you do have an arrogance issue. Who in their right mind thinks they are better than pizza?”

“Aclysia, Beatrice and Metra,” John answered immediately. “Know why?” Lee cocked her head, too busy munching to hazard a guess. “They can’t eat it.” Lee snorted, mildly amused. That transformed into a wild cough. “Maybe I’m a better companion than pizza. At least I don’t try to kill you.”

Lee did a series of unwomanly things. First, she tried to rinse her throat clean with water. Then she burped from the air she had swallowed in her haste. Finally, while she tried to get her coughing under control, she held her middle finger up into the camera. All John had in response was laughter. “Fuck… off…” she finally cussed.

“If you insist,” the Gamer said and reached for the escape button.

“Oy! I thought you were some kind of gentleman,” the young Fateweaver complained immediately. “What kind of gentleman leaves a lady to game on her own?”

“What kind of lady games all day and has a box of tissues conveniently sitting next to their computer?” the Gamer asked, watching Lee pull two out to clean her fatty fingers.

“I’m just being hygienic!” Lee defended herself a bit too strongly for John to believe that.

“Suureeee,” he gave his obviously unbelieving confirmation. “How many other ‘hygiene’ articles are in your drawer, I wonder?” She got a little bit red; John grinned, then his reason kicked in again. ‘Why did I say that? Why did I say that? This girl is crazy brazen, she’ll actually show me!’

“If you HAVE to know,” Lee confirmed his fears by rolling her eyes. She grabbed the webcam and pulled it over the edge of the desk. Not only did this reveal that she was wearing really tight leggings, but she also pulled open the lowermost drawer at her desk.

‘Holy pervert…’ the Gamer thought. To start with, he hadn’t expected her to actually keep any toys at her desk. It took a special kind of brave to keep one’s toys in a place strangers could stumble into by accident. What he saw there, however, made things even worse.

There were quite a few sex toys in there, each of them kept in their own, clean and neatly assigned segment of the drawer, separated by movable walls of plastic. There were the more standard things, a bottle of lube, an egg-shaped vibrator and a ‘multi-purpose massage wand’. Then there was the uncommon stuff, a butt plug, anal pearls, a bottle of aphrodisiac, and a dildo. Admittedly, a dildo would usually belong in the common category, it was just that John knew the shape of this one intimately.

He didn’t have to guess how the shape of his cock had made it on the sex toy market. There was a Technomancer in his harem that had made one before and that wouldn’t skip on any opportunity to make money. The accuracy was scary. Even the balls had the right size, even if the silicone didn’t mimic the shape properly.

‘Whatever you do, do not recognize the dildo,’ John thought. He felt like he was in a warzone and Lee was trying to manoeuvre him in a position where he had to admit he noticed her interest. ‘Maybe I should just confront her…?’ The question surfaced, but he somehow reasoned himself out of it. Problematic about this whole perverted flirting was that he didn’t want it to end. “Aphrodisiacs, for yourself?”

“Dunno what to tell you,” Lee responded with well-veiled nervousness. “I got curious a couple of months ago so I ordered some. Don’t take them often, hardly at all, really…”

‘Please, Lord, keep her from describing what she usually does.’

“…but, you know, sometimes you wake up so horny that the air around your nipples makes you aroused. So, horny as you are, you throw in a pill, react way harder to it than the description would indicate, put in the vibrating butt plug and spend the next hour rubbing your pussy and testing how deep you can throat your favourite dildo.”

With that dildo being a recreation of John’s cock. He gulped, swallowing the question of how deep she did manage to go. For a moment, after the beet-red Lee had put the webcam back on top of her main screen, John feared she would suggest to show him. Quickly, before she could show just how brazen she was yet again, he said, “Well, I wake up every day that horny. Benefit is that my women also do and they seem to share the conviction in the throating department.”

“L-lucky them,” Lee half-stuttered, half-purred. Her dark eyes darted between her camera and screen. She bit her lower lip again. Her breathing was almost audible. Her face still red. Her fingers played with her hair. “…I really want to… know what it’s like to do it with another person… a dude would be really nice…. Shouldn’t be just anyone though.”

‘AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!’ the highly aroused Gamer shouted in his mind. “Alright, server is set up,” he said with a calm smile on his face. “Just… urgh… Jane switched my skin again.”

“Does that matter?” Lee was harem-fittingly quick to switch into the new lane of conversation.

“Matters a lot if your girlfriend decided you are supposed to look like Brainiac.”

“The Superman villain?”

“Yeah.”

“If this was the Red Son universe, she would be our girlfriend, comrade.”

“Nah, I would have joined Batman’s rebellion.”

“Didn’t think you the type to read semi-obscure comic books,” Lee laughed.

John shrugged. “You know how it is, comrade,” he said in his worst Russian accent. “Sometimes you study socialism, sometimes socialism studies you and sometimes you get so sick of reading communist thought that you look up whether or not Superman ever landed in the Soviet Union.”

“It do be like that, comrade,” Lee agreed with a militaristic nod. “Anyway, how long are you taking to pick out a skin for Minecraft?!”

“It’s important to pick the right one,” the Gamer insisted.

“Just pick the base skin. Why ‘paint’ over your natural look, right, mister anti-make-up?”

“Is that how we’re going to play this?”

“I’m game,” Lee grinned and John started to wonder if she knew about the hunting fantasy that occurred every time she said that. “I’ll poke fun at you until you drop dead.”

“That a promise or a threat?”

“Depends on how much you like me.”

“Leaning towards decently much at the moment.”

“You game seven hours with every girl you decently like on the third meeting?”

“Maybe,” John managed to give a non-committal answer. “Anyway, made my pick and…” he hit a few keys, “…here is the IP.”

They both logged in and looked at each other at the spawn point. “Is that supposed to be Roboute Guilliman?”

“Yup.” John didn’t need to ask how Lee immediately recognized that. Aside from her being an obvious nerd, her own knowledge of Warhammer 40k was apparent in her own skin. “I see you went with Yvraine?”

“I really like her design,” Lee told him and smirked. She didn’t even comment on the coincidence here.

While Warhammer 40k was a grim, dark setting filled with savage war, the Gathering Storm story did have the leader of an Eldari (essentially space elves) faction revive one of the twenty sons of the God-Emperor of Mankind. Aside from the Imperium not looking favourable towards any Xenos, this act was eternalized in the community through several memes of the Primarch and Yvraine being a couple. Of course, none of that was official lore.