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The Gamer Chapter 1899 – Losing Limb Privileges [Erotic Content]
🕑 Added 2025-05-30 17:04:43 +0000 UTC[Note: I have been requested to issue a warning if I do stuff with Scarlett having removable limbs… so here is that warning. I’m not one for the amputation fetish principally, but if the robot arms can be de- and reattached with relatively little issue…]
John was sleeping lightly.
The mind was difficult to get to rest when two of his bodies were active. In Los Angeles, he was fighting a minor incursion and in Taiwan he was currently arranging a passage to the mainland – which wasn’t exactly easy. Both pulled at his dream and made his rest shallow.
Still, he could have had rest, if it wasn’t for another factor.
Something hard was poking at his ribs.
Groaning, John opened his eyes. For the time being, he opted to sleep with the contact lenses in. They were unobstructive enough and the usual hygienic concerns were secondary to safety. It let him look at Scarlett immediately.
The redhead was adorable, half of her relaxed face hidden by the curtain of crimson. Pink lips were gently parted in the cute, barely audible breaths of a woman deep asleep. Too bad John had to interrupt that.
“Scarlett…” he muttered, while shaking the technomancer’s shoulder. For the immense skill that had gone into her arms, they were still a bit of a rush job. Something loose clattered inside.
“Mhhhhhm…” Scarlett hummed and groaned, her eyes opening a tad, then a bit wider following a series of blinks. “…What…?” she groaned.
“You have a choice… you can sleep off to the side or you’re losing limb privileges.”
The suggestion caused a weak giggle from Rave, who had been stirred awake by the talk. She was one of the few women in the bed. Momo, Nahoa, Delicia, Nightingale and the elementals were all out and about, taking advantage of their lack of or greatly diminished need to sleep. That left a still sizable harem in the bed. Hailey, Lorelei, Lee, Rave, Nathalia and Scarlett herself, all clumped up in the enormous bed. The conversation made them stir from their own light slumber.
“We have women with horns in this harem and somehow you are bothered by my arms?” Scarlett asked.
“Yes,” John responded simply. He did not know how said horns had never done as much as tear open a pillow, but fact was they hadn’t. “The horns and tails aren’t bruising my ribs.”
Scarlett grumbled something else, but chose the predictable option. A soft hiss betrayed the loosening of artifice mechanisms. Runes glowed for a brief moment, then died down. “Pull them off then.”
Taking the limbs off his woman was… not as bad as John would have first anticipated. The duality of knowing that they could be attached again come morning and that they were robotic in nature muted whatever apprehension he had. He stacked them on the floor, beneath the foot end of the massive bed, and then fell back into bed. He closed his eyes, surrounded by his loves, and tried to let sleep claim him again.
Cuddling a limbless woman was a bit odd. His hands moved on their own, exploring the changes to the familiar curves. The skin of her sides was as smooth as ever. Slender as the flat-chest woman was, her muscles were a pronounced presence to his roaming palms. Peaks and valleys created by the nubile definitions of her torso. A tiny bit of softness surrounded her nipples. Abundant softness cushioned her derriere.
Adjacent to both were the protruding interface sockets of her artificial limbs. They were surprisingly unobtrusive to the touch. Metal, yes, but warm and not so hard or jagged to make for anything obtrusive.
John much preferred groping her ass some more though. She squirmed a little bit under his touch. Not much she could do without her limbs though. She lay beneath him, utterly immobile and helpless. Her hard nipples poked his chest.
A simple man, John could not help himself. He opened his eyes again and looked at the nude redhead. She looked back, annoyed and aroused. The absence of her limbs emphasized certain qualities about her, most of all her pussy. Wet, the swollen mons stood as the pronounced endpoint of her lower half, the lines of her hips contrasting sharply with the brass metal beneath, both serving to direct attention to the womanhood.
There was no way he could not use her in a position like that.
His cock wasn’t just hard, it was aching. The entire evening orgy was less than two hours ago, but here was one of his submissives every bit as vulnerable as intricate roping would make her, if not more so. With a low grunt, he sunk into her. Scarlett responded with a tiny gasp. “Of course…” she muttered, her heated tone belying her annoyed choice of words.
Speaking was really as much as she could do. Usually John enjoyed his partners animated and his haremettes regularly obliged. Even in her current state, Scarlett writhed and gasped, her insides clenching around his cock with unmistakable delight. Her bratty little mouth might have said one thing, but her body told no lies.
John positively buried her under him. Slender curves were completely covered by his male physique. Her hot breath wetted his collarbone, moisture in her breath gathering on his skin. He took her hard and fast, once more stirring the surrounding haremettes.
“Guess we got some more in the tank, “ Rave purred. He did not see her, but felt her nimble tongue weighing his balls between thrusts. “Ah whole loht moahr,” she slurred, busy venerating that part of his manhood with lingering licks.
John enjoyed the extra pleasure, but his primary focus remained on pounding the cocksleeve beneath him. “I could tie you to my chest like I did with Delicia. You’re compact enough for it now,” John groaned.
“Whatever you want,” Scarlett moaned.
“Whatever you want, Master,” he corrected her.
The brat did not respond, only continued to moan. The urge to discipline her was trumped by the urge to fill her. Middle of the night boners were often peak sensitivity and this one was no different. With her tight pussy around his cock, Rave worshipping his balls, and the other haremettes around casually masturbating to it all, his seconds were numbered.
One thrust pushed him all the way inside. Scarlett let out a short-lived cry, then screamed. The dual pleasure of a natural and cum-induced orgasm made her spine arch and her eyes roll. Her tongue dragged over John’s chest in spasmic laps, while his seed pumped into her womb. Each fresh spurt was testified with a kiss of his first fiancée on its source.
The grip and release of her pussy was a rhythmless ebb and flow of pleasure. John was lost in it for some time, prolonged by the enormous breasts of Nathalia and the huge pair of Hailey pressing up against him.
“Ain’t this quite the show?” the country gal purred. She puckered her lips, once she had his attention, and surrendered their sweetness to his kiss.
“Can I get some crème down here?” Rave begged.
John obliged with a chuckle. After pulling out, he moved upwards, Nathalia and Hailey firmly attached to his sides. He watched Rave, who in turn intently watched Scarlett’s thoroughly fucked cunt. The pink cat tail of the feline Lightbearer flicked impatiently. Lee and Lorelei flanked, all three drooling in anticipation for the trickle of seed that spilled from the technomancer. The moment it showed was the second Rave’s long tongue lapped it up. Three haremettes then competed for their share of tasting the mixture of Scarlett and John’s juices.
The redhead was in her post-orgasmic trembles. “Done… being… all smug?” she managed to pant.
A challenge and one John met with a dark-eyed stare. It was Nathalia that spoke on his behalf, “Someone needs to have their brat broken before they can get tuckered in.” She pulled John’s head into the depths of her cleavage, while both she and Hailey felt out the definitions of his chest. Ultimately, they arrived at the same place.
Slender fingers wrapped around his cock. Hailey pumped the length with venerating slowness, while Nathalia acted with a more urgent hunger. The overlap between both approaches was love, true and thorough, and he felt it in every stroke.
“Yeah, yeah,” Scarlett drawled and moaned. Three nimble tongues did a lot of work on a young, horny woman like her.
“If it pleases ya, shuttin’ her up would be proper, Master,” Hailey drawled into his ear. How delightfully submissive her tone was, how deeply alluring her southern accent, and how suggestive her choice of words. The power bottom knew how to give ideas to a dom.
Scarlett’s lips did appear to be begging for a stuffing and she was still just lying there…
“An excellent idea, sex slave,” John complimented Hailey and tilted his head. He whispered just loud enough that Scarlett could also hear it, “That’s why you’re a good girl.”
“Oh, Masterrrrr,” Hailey cooed and pressed her plump rear into his roaming hand. Years of farmwork and healthy eating had shaped her fantastic genetics. John reaped the benefits of those years, squeezing the cheeks of the country gal, while fondling the tits of a divinely endowed dragoness.
While his own hands were busy, they angled his cock to find Scarlett’s upper lips. For all of her sass, she took his cock in instantly. To call her an eager whore would have been an unflattering comparison. No amount of money could have made Scarlett as horny as the promise of getting her throat stuffed, bratty masochist that she was. No, she was just a submissive through and through.
Every depraved noise of thrusting into her throat was accompanied by the arching of her back. Tongues were working her pussy, while her own administered velvety veneration to his cock at every given opportunity. “That’s a good girl, quiet and obedient,” John rewarded her, then occupied his own mouth with kisses for Nathalia and Hailey.
The endowed duo moaned into his mouth, melting under his fingers. Fondling one and fingering the other, he brought both to the occasional orgasm. For him, it was easy, not simply because of all the pleasure modifiers he had gathered over the years, but also because he knew them inside and out. He knew not just what spots to touch but in what order to do so for the greatest effect. Nathalia loved to get her nipples pinched after a trench-digging squeeze. Hailey appreciated little breaks between a smack to the rear and the return of his fingers to her dripping wet cunt.
Scarlett loved getting her throat pounded until she almost passed out from asphyxiation.
At the edge of consciousness, Scarlett’s lips released his cock with a loud pop. Only after that did her self preservation instinct kick in, a heavy inhale filling her lungs with fresh air. Oxygen flooded her system, setting her sensitive nerves alight. Pussy juice squirted all over the faces of the trio, who lapped it all up eagerly.
John let his cock rest on the face of the heavily panting redhead. “Learned your lesson, cocksleeve?”
“Yesh, Mashtahrrrr,” Scarlett slurred.
“Then let’s give that experiment a try.”
John flipped Scarlett onto her stomach. No matter how roped up or otherwise restricted, the technomancer had never felt more like a sex toy. She was just that defenceless, that easy to use. The lack of thighs to squeeze was lamentable, yet it could not be denied how much easier it was to manhandle her in this state.
Scarlett bit the covers, howling through clenched teeth when he hammered into her pussy. Sliding back into her just made him rut her for a full minute on instinct. Prone, tight, and wet, she was the ideal outlet for his instincts. Only after he had made her add another large stain to the bedsheet, did he remember what he wanted to do.
Without missing a beat, he slung his arms around her midriff and neck. Hug secured, he lifted her up. His arms made for a decent simulation of what a few belts and ropes could do with a harness. “Yeah, this could work,” John grunted, thrusting up into the compact cocksleeve now pressed against his chest.
Scarlett had no comment on the matter. She was too busy cumming her brains out. Past the point of fucked silly, she was perpetually moving from one orgasm to the next. John was putting the work in to keep it that way, restricting her airflow with the bend of his arm around her neck and rubbing her clit in rapid circles.
The other women in the room were all over each other. Everyone was chasing their own orgasm, viewing the scene. Lorelei was the exception, her tongue busy pleasing Nathalia, while the chastity belt locked her from receiving any reward of her own.
Scarlett was about to get her own reward. Each rewarding smack against her ass got him closer to release, until it was inevitable. The second load was deposited as deep inside her as the first. The rush of his release mixed with the orgasmic cries of the other women in the room into one lightning-filled string of moments. Each second bled into the next. The tensing of his cock counted the seconds in unreliable intervals.
His mind came back to the surface as his orgasm petered out. With his thoughts came a return of his sleepiness. He let out a heartfelt yawn and settled Scarlett down to be cleaned by her fellow haremettes.
John let that sight and the noises be what lulled him back to sleep.
