Collide Gamer

Their mouths met with hot passion. Perhaps animated by Nathalia’s domineering attitude, Rave aggressively pinned John down on the sofa. The number of naughty things they had done on the comfortable centre of the videogame room was ever mounting. Rapidly, she stripped him of his clothing, something he eagerly reciprocated. Their lips only ever parted when their shirts tumbled through the air. Before long, Rave was nudely writhing on top of him.

“Ya remember the first time here?” Rave asked between kisses.

“Of course.” John answered in the same manner, “You… sat here with only a towel… and put on porn.” He had been shy back then, anxious really. The stutter hadn’t helped. Funny what daily sex with a girl like her did for his confidence.

Rave broke the chain of kisses and sat up on his chest. “I might not be some nympho dragon.” She said as the wet slit of her pussy lips straddled his hard cock, “But I still remember how to make ya feel good.”

“It is not a competition, Jane. I love you,” John earnestly stated while looking in her blue eyes. The pink hue inside sparkled with passion and the mutual feeling of affection. She smiled widely.

“I know, tiger, but I am making it one.” She grabbed his cock. His sensitive head rested against her hot quim as Rave slowly gyrated her hips. Just enough that his cock kept circling with her hips, she took him inside. A loud groan was coaxed from his lips. Her hand glided up and down his shaft, as she whispered, “If she is the best sex ya ever had, I’ll become better. If I can’t do that I will suck ya dry each and every day.” This was her personal declaration of war to Nathalia. “If I can’t outfuck her I’ll give ya all of my love, tiger. I love you, I really do.” She slowly sank down his shaft, “And no nympho dragon will change that.” She moaned as his long, throbbing dick filled her pussy with its well-accustomed girth. The vaginal muscles clenched tightly around John, massaging every centimetre as his girlfriend impaled herself on his manhood.

Halfway down, his patience ran out. “I love you too,” he groaned and put his hands on her hips, thrusting the rest of his dick into her in a quick thrust that made Rave yelp in pleasure. She fell forwards a bit, hands landing on his chest. There was a halt of all motion as they stared into each other’s eyes. John’s dick was encompassed by wet pleasure but still he only had eyes for her.

Damned be the fact that it wasn’t as good. Maybe her pussy wasn’t a bliss inducing pit of heat like Nathalia’s, but it still felt good. He loved every second he was inside her. Every twitch and every movement gave him pleasure. What was more he loved how her chest fluttered when he moved the slightest bit, how her eyes were filled with the passion he gave her. He loved all of that because he loved her and giving somebody he loved pleasure was supreme. Perhaps there was a limit, a degree to where the sex was so bad that the love couldn’t follow – but this pink-haired, half-Asian bombshell was so far above that line he couldn’t even see it.

Rave slowly moved her hips forwards. The folds of her pussy grinded along his shaft, teasing the sensitive length of his dick and the engorged head. “Oh baby….” John moaned and moved rhythmically in response. Slow thrusts as they tasted every moment.

Rave giggled, “Baby?” She asked with a smile in her eyes, “Ya never called me that?”

“A spur of the moment thing,” John admitted and let his hands venture to her waist. Buckling his back to access her pink nipples with his tongue, he sucked on the hard, pointy crown of her left tit. A hand found its way to her other breast. Rave whimpered with pleasure. “That new Skill of yours is cheating,” she decided. The quivering of her pussy grew more intense. She was close, John knew it. Taking full advantage, he suddenly began thrusting up into her with short, constant motions.

Rave was surprised and at his mercy. One arm put around her back, he kept assaulting her tits and pussy with thrusts, sloppy kisses and teasing rubbings. Even though she had the strength to break out, her body was too busy with the jolts of pleasure running up and down her spine to make the necessary movements. If she even wanted to. Which, the high pitched shouts indicated, was very much not the case.

“Oh fuck yes, John!” She gasped, “So close, so close. Come on tiger….. COME….. Ooooooooon!” Her body started tensing. Head thrown back, her chest curved against his greedy lips making his job to assault her even easier. At the height of her orgasm John pulled his head back.

“What do you want me to call you then?” He asked and teasingly added, “Pinky?”

“Aaaaah, don’ yaaah – Oh fuck – ya da-Aaah-re.” Her warnings were only slightly threatening, wrecked by spasms as she was. She was completely defenceless, unable to punish him or even throw him a warning glance. All was overpowered by the pleasure that turned her eyes glassy.

“Janey?” he presented another idea, exploiting the window of her climax.

“Fuuuuuuuuck ya!” She laughed and moaned at the same time, as John went back to tease her nipple with his tongue. If he continued like this, he would be able to make her orgasm two times in quick succession and he would love to do so.

That being said, teasing her was just too satisfying to stop entirely. “How about Sparkle?”

“Oh just sh-uuuuaaahah-” Her words were interrupted by him thrusting into her again. She bounced on his hips as much as his grip let her. All of this was a little easier now. The strength of his thrusts was still a bit lacking, but he now had the superhuman stamina to just keep going. Tight from the height of her last into the impending next orgasm, he fucked her. She felt that and knew she had only a few moments to throw some shade back.

“When did you become – goodness yes just like that – such a teasing brute, tiger?!”

“Mhm,” John groaned in response, “I know this girl who has a negative influence on me. Everyone calls her Rave.” He moved his head away from her breasts and locked eyes with her again. “I call her my girlfriend though.” They interlocked in a heated kiss. John moved as quick as he could, Rave finding a complementary rhythm that she kept up as long as she could.

Their kiss was sloppy, loud and filled with passionate love. Eyes half-closed, they sometimes looked at each other between the seconds their lips parted and met again. Gazes of longing, of satisfaction, deep, happy, satisfaction and bliss. Their young love blooming despite what had happened in recent times. Maybe because of it. They had few people beyond each other. Absent parents, no real friends, not even guild mates left. What was left, luckily, was what was most important of all.

Rave’s body tensed up again, her rhythm growing unsteady. The making out muffled ecstatic moans. Her pussy trembled and clenched – too hard for John to keep moving. He was stuck balls deep inside her. Pulling away from the kiss, his girlfriend bit her lower lip and rocked her hips back and forth at a feverish, spasmic pace. “Cum inside me! Fill – me – up!” Rave demanded.

That was all John could take. His balls tightened and unloaded shot after shot of thick seed inside her. Lights danced around his field of vision, all framing her face. Getting pumped full set off her own orgasm and Rave presented him with that utterly debauched face. Each time he came inside her, her eyes seemed to roll up a little higher, her tongue stretched out a little further, and the throaty sighs got a little lewder, until she showed him a contorted expression of ecstasy.

Clawing at her ass, he thrust up against her, emptying the entire load in the depths of her cunt. “Oh fuck yes this is so good.” John gasped.

“Shut up and kiss me.” Rave demanded and their makeout session continued as more of his cum filled the techno lover’s eager cunt. Just how often had he pumped her full by now? Every day for almost a month. He would never get tired of it.

The electricity of the moment slowly ebbed away until they simply laid there for a moment. “Whadda day,” Rave slurred as she rolled off. John’s soft dick flopped out of her and he stood up. He traced his girlfriend as she sashayed towards the door. Each shift of her perfect ass was a piece of art. “Hey…want to take a bath with me?” She asked over her shoulder, a greedy grin on her lips. “For old times’ sake?”

He would stay at her place for a little while longer.

[Note: Aclysia Side Story branches off from here. Well, technically the previous chapter, but it doesn’t quite matter.]