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The Gamer Chapter 1992 – Approaching the Late Game 39 – Shower and Quest
🕑 Added 2025-11-04 18:21:38 +0000 UTCWhen John entered the shower with a very naked Moira in tow, the reactions were kept low. Sylph did one of her “Audible gasp!”s, but was quickly reigned in by Gnome. Everyone else had the sense to keep their reactions muted. Some, like Metra, only glanced in their direction with one eye before continuing to wash their hair.
Of course there were three haremettes who had a more direct reaction.
“Look what the cat dragged in!” Rave joked, swinging her hips on over. Lorelei and Hailey stepped away from the people they had been chatting with and joined the first of the harem near the entrance of the enormous shower room.
As they gathered up, John looked over his shoulder. Moira muttered something under her breath, clutching her left arm with her right hand and deliberately staring at a blank piece of wall. While she had stripped out of her nightgown, it had dawned on her what she had agreed to. John had seen the exact moment it had happened. He was also witness to her staying.
Hailey lightly punched her friend’s shoulder. “Somethin’ shut ya up, Moi-Moi? Didn’t take ya for the kinda gal to stroll in here and peep on us all quiet-like.”
The redhead mumbled some more, just a little louder. “…do… I want…”
“Sacred Warden, I cannot make out what you say. May I ask you to raise your hallowed voice above the running showers?” Lorelei asked, a hint of teasing in her voice. “If you are truly this bashful about joining us in cleanliness, I must confess to confusion. You show patience for great perversions, yet blush at this?”
“It’s different!” Moira finally reached an audible volume. “You… urgh, whatever, I just didn’t want to wait for the showers to get free, okay?”
‘Like there’s only these.’ The same thought was exchanged between the Warden’s friends through a few glances. Moira herself knew that this wasn’t her best lie – and she capped out at poor ones. To her credit, the Shield Warden had never had a swindling streak. ‘Honourable to a fault,’ John thought and stepped away.
He wasn’t entirely sure what his intentions were for inviting Moira here. Maybe he wanted her to get further settled in the harem so that the new spot in his heart would find the wanted soul nestled within. Maybe he was just doing the usual and getting her accustomed to the lifestyle her friends had. He was not very confident it was the latter. What he was certain of was that he shouldn’t make a move on Moira so quickly after having torn down another boundary.
Rave, Lorelei and Hailey did exactly what he expected them to do. With regular banter and casual movements, they guided Moira to do exactly what the room was for. Every second that passed had more of that tension leave the redhead’s body, until she was just another woman standing among the haremettes.
The Warden’s hands trailed over her toned curves. Her head was tilted back, her eyes closed, enjoying the fall of the water from the ceiling and the showerhead. One was a pitter patter of artificial rainfall, the other like a warm waterfall. She had to do nothing to be gorgeous. Young, healthy women were always beautiful and she had the genes to be more than just a young, healthy woman.
‘You’re smitten, Master.’ Claire had the presence of mind to use their mental connection to point it out. ‘It’s written all over the way you look at her now.’
‘The oddest moments can make a man fall in love,’ John responded. ‘I am still working out how I want to handle this.’
‘Look at this guy, he’s in love, that’s so pathetic!’ Delicia’s mockery came with the spine-tingling touch of her hands.
“Good girl,” John groaned out loud. The shortstack’s tits were the centre of his attention. Huge orbs of pale flesh, jiggling with each enthusiastic stroke of her soapy hands. He had been sporting this erection since he caught Moira in the kitchen and, short as his sleep had been, it was still the first release of the morning. “Getting close.”
“Psh, don’t need to tell me.” Delicia leaned in and pressed her puckered lips on the tip of his cock. She advanced just a bit further, the kiss turning into the caress of his glans by her tongue. Cum surged up his shaft, to be greedily gulped down by the white-haired maid.
The release of the morning load scarcely diminished John’s present arousal. He sat down on one of the many ‘couches’ inside the shower room. Delicia shifted her attention to cleaning up the rest of him. Undine flowed over to take her turn in this casual morning orgy.
John’s eyes wandered back to Moira. The redhead was now standing between Metra and Nathalia, the standard trio of friends having scattered into the wider room. A light smile on her lips, the Shield Warden chatted just as happily with the living weapon and the dragoness.
“I don’t know if I could teach you how I fight,” Metra responded to some previous inquiry. “You’re more defensive – not by temperament, I just mean because of the huge fucking shield you always have on you.”
“The blessed armament the Lady has bestowed upon my matrilinear line can take many shapes.”
“Right, I remember you turning it into a spike when you duelled Jane.”
“I would prefer the term thorn, but this is true all the same.”
“That would still limit the range of motion of your wrist. Plus you wear plate armour, so that further slows you down.”
“Don’t you as well?”
“Hers is her skin,” Nathalia weighed in, while massaging a foaming liquid into her scalp. “Yours is armour.”
“Pretty much,” Metra agreed. “You’ll either have to live with being a bulky bitch or find some other defences. Honestly shouldn’t be too hard to stick you in a bodysuit.”
Moira squirmed a little at the suggestion. “That… would diminish my defences.”
Fire from Nathalia’s nostrils turned flowing water into steam. “Are you a pauper that begs for metal scraps to stick to her curves or a knight of my mate’s realm?” the dragoness asked. “You are amongst this harem of brilliance, ask John and I’m sure he can provide you with a bodysuit rich in materials and enchantments, greater than any plate you ever wore.”
One redhead’s voice caused another to turn her head. Moira’s green eyes once again met John’s. The blush on her face was only mild, despite the depravity she witnessed. Undine glided up and down his shaft while Delicia scrubbed his back with her huge tits. For his part, John just… continued to look at her. She was fascinating to him, with her constant switches between confident and awkward.
Forced annoyance knit Moira’s brows. She tore her gaze away from him, closed her eyes, and washed her hair with the shampoo Nathalia provided. “Be that as it may!” she declared, a little too loudly. “I am a knight! It does not bloody behove me to cover myself in some… skin-tight thing like Jane does. I have my decency!”
Metra snorted. Nathalia rolled her eyes. Moira stubbornly knitted her eyebrows and continued to shower.
They all moved out of the shower together. “…Those are your ‘clothes’?” Momo asked, once they had stepped out.
“W-what of it?!” Moira snapped back. There was no wiggle room for her to even try to deny the fact. While the changing room did have all of the space needed to store the clothes of thirty people on the shelves, only one of them was actually occupied. There were some haremettes who, always or sometimes, liked to wear lingerie around the house, but none of them wore it to bed. “Do you have a distaste for nightgowns?”
“No. I actually think it’s pretty cute.” Momo grabbed the red piece and held it out in front of her. Her nose wrinkled after leaning in a bit closer. “Needs a wash though. Smells like you stayed up and masturbated all night.”
“Wha- an uncouth guess!”
“Is it?” Momo stepped aside to reveal the two sex toys still lying in the basket. “Is it really?”
Moira crossed her arms. “I… have needs…”
“The Lady imbues us with lust and it is on us to live out that feeling appropriately,” Lorelei spoke those words singingly, like she was reciting a hymn. Her hands were clasped in prayer. “Your desires are natural, hallowed Warden, and in this household the depraved becomes the norm.”
“You give into temptation constantly, is what I am hearing,” Moira pushed back.
“No, it is not so,” Lorelei denied and gestured at her own chastity belt. “In this house, we have walked the path of obscenity, it is true. Yet, no sinful hell is this, where ever escalating stimuli are craved. We found the point of satisfaction and advanced no further. Temptation does not sway us, for we have reached the heaven of a hearth alight with honesty and a home filled with happiness.”
John… agreed with all of that, even if he would have used less religious language. Yes, they were all nymphomaniacs, but they were functional nymphomaniacs. Casual nudity was restrained to proper places, they regularly demonstrated to themselves that they were capable of going without sex for long stretches of time, and though they had some kinks that could be considered hardcore, John had seen enough of extreme BDSM to know he was in the middle of the field when it came to that set of fetishes.
Compared to what some mundane celebrities got up to, having several hours’ worth of sex with his loving harem in the confinement of his own properties was quite tame.
“Fear not your needs, hallowed Warden.”
“I fear no need, I abhor the sin,” Moira returned, responding in the stern tone of voice of one studying scripture.
“Indeed, and sin can be recognized by the deterioration of those that revel in it. The prideful push away their peers for perceived slights, the lustful turn detached and joyless, the wrathful never rest their voice or arms, the slothful waste away unnoticed, the greedy take until they are given no quarter, the envious poison all that they could have and the gluttonous bloat under the weight of their unshackled appetite.” Lorelei bowed her head in modesty. “Judge, hallowed Warden, if those around you are marked by the signs of sin.”
The Shield Warden did, her hard eyes studying each of them as if she had not done so dozens of times before. All she could find were a man and many women at the prime of their health, many of them delivered from a much worse life. “You see the truth in the Lady’s creation, as you always do, Lorelei,” she finally admitted. “Your indulgences are… still a distraction from greater virtues that could be pursued… but I will grant that your debauchery is, somehow, not unhealthy.”
“Thank you, Warden.”
“Please, Rel,” she groaned. “Call me Moira.”
“If you insist…” There was a bit of cheekiness to the seer’s tone. She took the two steps towards and then another one past Moira, grabbing the sex toys from the basket. “As we have agreed that living according to your natural needs is within the Lady’s blessed vision, may I suggest you continue as you desire, Moira?”
“Bwuh?” Somehow, the redhead had not seen this twist coming.
‘What an adorable innocence for a woman who could effortlessly crush watermelons with her thighs,’ John thought.
“I’m… uh…” The Shield Warden took a half step back, then gulped. Her struggle was written all over her face: was she going to pretend she wasn’t that horny or was she, after already coming this far, just going to confess to it? Her answer came in a singular, quiet word, “…Fine.”
‘I am not getting rid of this erection for the next couple of hours, am I?’ John asked himself.
Moira was beyond the point of caring. Under everyone’s eyes, she grabbed the butt plug and pushed it against her sphincter. The toy was on the smaller side of things. She eased it in all the same, respecting the tightness of her hole. A light moan accompanied the moment the broadest part of the toy slipped past the barrier. The amethyst sparkled between her cheeks in the artificial light. As for the dildo, she removed it from the waist-tied harness and kept it in hand.
“I’m just… going to keep that on me,” she declared, features reddened by arousal and embarrassment.
“Fair enough,” Momo said and looked again at the nightgown. “I would say this should go in the wash?”
“Sure,” Moira sighed, resigned to her nakedness. “Not like I am hiding anything from anyone at this point…”
“Well, if that’s all done,” John said and gestured at the door. “Let’s take this to the living room.”
One short walk later, they settled on their usual couch. The seats for guests, opposite of John’s position in the bend of the U-shaped furniture, was empty. Moira had settled in between Rave and Beatrice, continuing a chat they had on the way. That put her just two spots away from him.
‘Is she aware of the implications?’ the Gamer wondered. The Shield Warden showed nothing of the sort. She was just talking while teasing her pussy with the head of the averagely sized dildo. Ruining that was the last thing he wanted to do, but Moira deserved to know. “Lorelei had a vision, that’s why we woke up this early.”
The revelation had Moira stop both in her chat and casual masturbation. “Give me the details,” she demanded. John told his side of the story, then Lorelei added what details he had missed. “Why did you not lead with that?”
“Is there anything you can do with this information?” he asked.
Moira pressed her lips together, then shook her head.
“That’s why I did not treat it as urgent… also your beauty kept distracting me.”
The words were over his lips before he could think differently about it. Much like he apparently would not get a chance to have his dick settle, Moira was not given any pauses when it came to blushing. She turned almost as red as she had been when he’d found her in front of the fridge. For some reason, John also blushed. “R-restrain your t-t-t-tone!” the non-haremette sitting on the harem’s couch declared. “I am the Shield Warden!”
‘God, women,’ John lamented appreciatively, trying to get his heartbeat under control. “Sorry. Then to the other topic.”
‘That puts me at 792.’ John closed those windows and a new one popped up.
The rewards were pretty average for the capstone of a 3-part Quest. ‘That’s fair, considering how little of a detour most of them were,’ he thought. ‘I’m happy I am not getting a final “you have to add a haremette” though… guess Gaia was just supporting the obvious.’ “We’ll get to work on the Raid after breakfast. Not sure if we should try the boss while we’re tired, but we can clear the trash mobs before it.”
“Will you have time for the training session I requested?” Moira asked.
“I should be able to do that, if the Creator Puppet can take the spot in the Raid,” he told her. “We’ll check on that, then I’ll have an answer for you.”
First, however, breakfast.
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