The Gamer's Gambit

GAME CONTINUE

Date: March 29th, 21XX

Location: The Castle formerly known as Cammy's

High Score: 3,180,015

Top High Score: 3,333,360

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A sunny day illuminated the beautiful, blocky kingdom of Chanterelle. Persica's castle sat on the edge of a vast lake, and oversaw the newly constructed shrooman village below. New homes in the shape of mushrooms were organized haphazardly in front of the castle. Shroomans and yosauri lived in peaceful prosperity. Some worked tirelessly near the mines, and wore adorable little headlight safety helmets. A new dawn was upon Chanterelle. One where Persica ruled hand-in-hand with Lord Shellie.

Persica leisurely made her way out the front castle doors. The raging sun glinted across her majesty. She wore a pink halter top that hugged her boobs up, as well as a flowing skirt that tickled her sandaled feet. Her bangles and bracelets, as well as the beads and accessories in her dreads, rattled with each step.

"Good morning, princess!" every shrooman yelped as she passed by. A few yosauri waved, and a small number of babas spiraled out of buildings or the ground to do the same. She bowed her head elegantly at all of them, but her mind was fixated on one thing.

Persica rounded the castle grounds and started down the stoney path towards the lake. Near the entrance into the dock tunnels was Samanthus's spaceship. The shroomans brought scaffolding and springs to help Sammie's maintenance work. Persica used one scaffolding ramp to reach the hatch into the ship.

The hatch swirled open and the inner platform raised up for her. She took it down and entered the cockpit. The monitors, readings, and sounds were all but quiet upon Persica's arrival. The only noise being made was Samanthus, who sat in the captain's chair. She tapped on a handheld tablet.

When Persica lowered in, Sammie beamed at her, "Good morn, Persica. What a pleasant beginning to a day."

"Good morning, Sam. How are things coming along?" Persica stepped closer. Sammie continued to wear her battle outfit, even during downtime.

"All fueled up. Thanks to the resources from Lord Shellie's network, it was far easier this go around to prepare for my next trip. All we need to do is repurpose the lower deck to accommodate Gamer and his friends, and we can leave," Sammie laid the tablet down.

"And you?" Persica took the copilot's seat and held her hand out.

Sammie took the hand, and their fingers hooked together. The bounty hunter said, "Optimistic, but tired. I can't recall the last time I slept properly."

"You can't be pushing yourself, Sammie. Your body and spirit both need restitution. It always catches up to you."

"It's quite alright. Times like these are good recovery," Sammie brought Persica's hand up and brushed her fingers along her cheek.

"I've missed these times..." Persica opened her hand and cupped Sammie's weary face. She comforted the bounty hunter.

"Want to show me how much you've missed it?" Sammie invited. She pressed a few buttons on her control panel and disengaged the central platform.

Both women stared into each other's eyes. One reflected a liberation of self and kingdom. The other reflected resolute determination. They were very attracted to one another.

And like a blackhole in space, they gravitated their lips together. The first embrace, warm and passionate, lasted the longest. A gesture of baited absence. Sammie framed her hands across Persica's face and increased the kiss count. Their lips danced and parted with delicate passion.

Persica moved from one seat to another; she straddled Sammie and weighed her body into the bounty hunters. The two women explored their fiery adoration with cinched hands and breathy moans.

"Power armor...off...I need to...feel you..." Persica spoke between mouth muffling.

Persica stood and gave room for Sammie to remove the battle armor. However, a knock came from the hatch.

"Ignore it. We're busy," Sammie told the princess. She removed the pauldrons of her armor, which gave access to the straps of the cuirass.

Persica denied with exasperation, "No, we should answer. If it's Gamer, and he comes in on his own while we're busy, he'll do everything in his power to join us."

"But he knows I don't prefer males," Sammie noted. She followed her friend's suggestion and reengaged the platform. It raised up to the hatch.

Persica made a doubtful expression, "Trust me, he doesn't care. He's quite persistent...and persuasive."

The platform lowered and let in who knocked. Indeed it was Gamer, but he wore the exact same bikini top and skirt outfit Persica had on. He also changed his hair to match hers, but kept everything else about himself the same. As the platform lowered, he said with a New Yorker accent, "Aye, yo, it's me, the friggin' princess!"

The platform lowered all the way and he came face-to-face with a bewildered Persica. He gasped, "What are you doing here?!"

"Why are you wearing my clothes?!" Persica asked a more important question.

"I'm...feeling sexy," Gamer turned it around and hit 'em with an e-girl pose and face.

Persica gripped the bridge of her nose, but Sammie busted out laughing. Even her laugh was sexy, "How flattering."

Gamer picked up on Sammie's missing armor, the flustered princess, and the sexual tension between all of them. He figured it out, "Ah, I interrupted. My apologies."

To Persica's surprise, the crossdresser tapped on the platform and prepared to go up. It was too easy, Persica believed, "Are you seriously going to leave us alone?"

"Yeah, I was just bored, and thought I could score. But I'm not socially inept; I don't want to spoil people's fun. Not to mention I'm trying to evade child care," Gamer removed the fake dreads and pointed a thumb at the window.

Persica peered out to see a roaming band of molly mounds. Mandy popped up every so often, but due to blindness, couldn't see a thing. She and her gang continued like sharks in the water.

A genuine response, if not a bit irresponsible. Persica thanked him, but Sammie spoke up, "Actually, I don't mind making this one exception."

"Audible gasp!" Gamer and Persica gawked.

"You have done the unthinkable for Chanterelle, and made a dear friend of mine happy. I think that deserves an award."

"Oh, wow. Okay..." Persica blushed, unsure what to say. Gamer appeared lax, and calmly asked for a moment. He got the platform to raise him out of the ship. The ladies heard him scream outside 'YEEES'. When it lowered back in, he returned to a cool demeanor.

Sammie giggled, amused by Gamer and Persica, and continued doffing her armor. She pressed down on a sliding part of her armor's brassier. It disconnected all the other pieces in one fell swoop, and crumbled to the floor. Beneath the armor, Sammie wore a skin-tight, futuristic, blue bodysuit. It hugged every curve and crease like a second layer of skin. Her nipples and cameltoe were evident. The way her body curved could only be described as divine maturity. Gamer's mouth dropped open, and he mentally ate her up.

"I hope you don't mind..." Sammie blushed and reached behind her. She unzipped the bodysuit from the back. It loosened and dropped like a banana's peel. She rolled it down and heaved her finely matured breasts out. She lowered the suit to her waist, and a shiny layer of sweat covered the hot mama. She wasn't thicc like Persica, but her tits were larger and with a crafted muscle portrait. The faint sight of abs and biceps added to her attraction. She even had a few scars, what with punctured and sliced skin abrasions. She finished, "I've worked up quite a sweat..."

Gamer nosedived right into the front of her armpit. She flinched and yelped, but couldn't do much as he nuzzled in and started licking. The milf's raw scent flooded Gamer's senses.

"Woah! How enthusiastic," Sammie regained her composure. She lifted her arm up more and gave him full access to her. Gamer tickled her shaved, sweaty pit and enjoyed the salty taste. The taste of mother couldn't be beat. Her large breast kept bumping into the side of his face, and so he gave it attention too. He lapped the side, and massaged the whole thing with a hand.

Persica remained sophisticated and attended Sammie's other breast. She honed in on the nipple, and hardened it with delicate attention.

"Honeys, please, I'm supposed to be treating you. I shouldn't receive such affection," Sammie petted both their heads.

"Is mommy going to tell us what to do?" Gamer teased.

"She doesn't have kids, Gamer," Persica informed.

"Mommy! Mommy!" Gamer made himself and his voice smaller and cuter for a moment. He flailed his short arms up like a child needing attention.

Sammie nudged both chest attendees back with a coy smile. She carefully cascaded her hands from her cleavage down to the bodysuit that still clung to her hips. Sammie pulled on the fabric enough to reveal her abdominal V. They were inches from seeing heaven, but Sammie instructed them, "I'm going to reward you, but mommy wants you to take it slow, m'kay? Go ahead and undress. Feel yourselves as you watch me."

Persica rolled her eyes when Sammie said mommy, but the bounty hunter stuck her tongue out in response. The princess cracked a smile and listened. Gamer had already immediately tossed aside his skirt and panties. His rigid member saluted the milf. It twitched with excitement. Not entirely attracted to it, but intrigued by his vigor. Persica tossed her skirt aside, and then removed her panties. Sammie's eyes scanned Persica's rear end with interest, while Gamer whistled at everything. Persica playfully tossed the skirt over Gamer's head and threw her panties at Sammie.

Gamer and Persica masturbated with steady, light strokes. Sammie lined herself between them and did a little, dirty dance. She swayed her hips and shoulders, and drew their attention to her most sensual parts. Gamer splayed his fingers across his shaft, and only used his fingertips to jerk. He wanted to display its fullness to the space milf. Persica was more reserved, and kept a cupped hand over her groin. Meanwhile, her fingers dug in and out, and always brushed across the slit as she did so. They reveled in Sammie's gorgeous, nude form.

"You're both so sweet. I like what I see," Sammie stepped over to the dashboard of monitors and buttons. She planted her hands on it and stuck her ass out. It was a full moon that morning. She then bounced her booty cheeks, and the bodysuit left nothing to the imagination. They eventually started clapping together. She twerked for Gamer and Persica.

"Mmmph," Persica sounded. She played more with her body, and lifted her bandeau top to squeeze her melons. Her legs widened, and she went full piston mode with her two middle fingers. Her wet pussy made a similar smack sound to Sammie's ass claps.

"Fuck..." Gamer breathed. He leaned further back and lurched his hips forward to protrude his cock. He aimed the tip to line up with Sammie's ass. His jerks were stronger, and his balls swayed up and down. They patted his thighs with the same lewd, plap noise.

"And finally..." Sammie peeked over her shoulders and tugged her bodysuit to her ankles.

The showcase of her gorgeous butt and heckin' hips almost made Gamer and Persica go coocoo for Cocoa Puffs. However, a significantly sized scar on the back of Sammie's thigh caught Persica's attention. It was gnarly, and worse than the others, "Oh...Rosalina, what happened there?"

Sammie straightened up and ran her fingers across the scar. Gamer was far more distracted by how Sammie's buns made the perfect, plump pillow for a head to rest on. He continued beating his meat, but Persica stopped her hand aerobics due to her concern. Sammie feigned a smile, "Ah, a parting gift from Ripley. He skewered me with his tail when Goonindorf helped him escape imprisonment."

"Sammie..." Persica approached and rubbed the scar in comfort. The touch gave Sammie goosebumps.

"He did more than just wound me. Being under the control of the Biforce, Ripley then had his way with me. I was weakened and defenseless, and he was infused with rage and pent up sexual aggression," Sammie recounted. At first, she made it sound bad, but the longer she spoke, the more she blushed, "He ravaged my body with his long, dragon cock. He groped my plumpness, and slid his juicy tongue down my throat. He filled me up until I felt like I was going to explode. He slammed me into walls, pounded me against the floor, and made me his little bitch."

"Uuuh..." Gamer didn't know if he should continue jerking or not.

"Dragons really do have the best cocks," Persica seemed reminiscent. "The way they can turn a pussy into a cum fountain...ugh!"

"Girls..." Gamer piped.

"Honestly, the universe has blessed them. So ferocious, so dominating," Sammie cupped her face with a hand. Both girls fantasized about their respective antagonists railing them.

Gamer planned to interrupt with more grunts and pelvic sorcery, but Persica and Sammie started to feel each other up. Their minds were flooded with perverse thoughts, and their bodies yearned for release. They grinded their heat together, groped each other's curves, and made out. Their thoughts faded and succumbed to their carnal cravings. Gamer found a copilot chair, took his front row seat to the lesbian lovemaking, and restarted his jerks.

Sammie overpowered and brought Persica over to Gamer's chair in the midst of kissing. Persica's lips took the long hike from Sammie's tongue to her vagina. Sammie propped a foot on the chair's armrest, with her outer thigh in Gamer's face. She displayed her groin open for Persica's meandering hike. Her lips sucked on the clit and slit. She spat, rubbed the pussy lips apart, and favored the taste. Gamer peeked his view over dommy mommy's thigh.

Persica buried her mouth and tongue into the soaked pussy. Her nose rubbed the clit, and her tongue lapped the warm inside. Sammie played with her boobs, and tweaked the nipples. Gamer planted subtle kisses on her leg, which sent sensual shocks up her spine. The goosebumps returned.

Persica leaned a few inches away and breathed heavily from her juiced up, ajar mouth. She stared absently at Sammie's pussy, and a few strings of precum saliva bridged between them. Persica's chin was moist. Without a word, she grabbed Sammie's hips and pulled their lips to each other again. Sammie marinated them with a warm moan.

"Damn, that's hot," Gamer admired. He paused his jerk when his cock flared, and a large droplet of precum spilled out.

Sammie ran her fingers along Persica's hair, "This floor wouldn't be too comfortable to play on. Let's head to my bed."

Sammie led Persica and Gamer to the central platform. They took to either of her sides, their hands wrapped behind her back, and hers behind theirs. They cuddled close, and then lowered into the bottom level of Sammie's ship. It was a large room in similar shape to the cockpit. Instead of screens, controls, and seats, it was characterized by military-simple, bolted down furnishings. A full-size bed, a dining area, a lounge area with a window to the outside, and a couple of doors for storage and a bathroom.

Sammie wasted no time guiding the two over to the bed. She released Gamer and shoved Persica onto the mattress. Persica giggled with the flop, and curled her legs upwards to intentionally show off her butt.

"Pardon me, Gamer, but I'd like to finish where Persica and I were at. She was first in line, after all," Sammie maintained control in the dalliance.

"Yeah, that's fine," Gamer didn't mind waiting. He parked his caboose in a dining table chair, and prepared for the devil's tango.

"Mmm, mommy's going to take care of me," Persica teased Gamer.

"Ah! Giving in, eh?"

"I know how to have fun, too," Persica abandoned the noble brand. Sammie slid her body between Persica's legs and forced them apart. She pried her pussy open with a tongue, and used her fingers to rim the nearby landscape. A pair of fingers rubbed the clit, and another pair tag teamed with the tongue in splitting Persica open. Sammie fished through the princess's treasure.

Persica's toes curled and she mixed giggles in with moans. Sammie stayed down on Persica for quite some time. Gamer needed to slow his masturbation down, otherwise he'd be finished by the time Persica was. The princess's writhing, gasps, and stunned expressions painted the picture of a growing climax. Her playful nature evolved into faster breaths and deeper moans. Sammie swapped between mouth maneuvers to finger finagling, and vice versa. She never stayed on one trick, but her attention was only on Persica's drenched mound. The two left reality and entered a state that Gamer was sure Goonindorf would understand.

Sammie then switched to the finishing blows. She moved up and twisted Persica sideways, with one of her legs held up over the bounty hunter's shoulders. She kissed her pussy against Persica's and started to grind. The blondies scissored.

It was apparently too much for Persica. Her moans turned loud and whiny. She clutched onto the blanket, flailed a hand towards Gamer, and then gripped his leg.

"Hold it as long as you can, Persica. Don't climax yet," Sammie said with a nurturing tone. She soothed Persica by rubbing her upright leg. The princess squeezed tighter on Gamer. He liked it so much that he moved her hand onto his engorged, overstimulated cock. Her hand shifted across the shaft with each hump from Sammie.

"I'm...so close...please, Sam..." Persica started to beg.

"No, no, sweetie. Mommy's not ready for you to finish."

"Mmm, please...I need it! I want it!"

"Behave and I'll allow it. Keep being a brat and I'll have to punish you," Sammie spanked Persica. The princess cried, and grunted. The sounds they made were overwhelming. The heat in Gamer's groin had intensified too much. Sammie's skills and sexiness were out of this world.

Sammie spanked Persica a couple more times, and even slapped her clit once. Persica started to go blank, and she buried her face. She was fighting every urge to not release. Finally, as sweat beaded across their bodies and pussy juice wettened the blanket, Sammie gave permission, "Cum for mommy."

Persica brought her face out of the blanket and barked a whine. She squirted. It surprised Gamer and Sammie, but it was just a spurt. Persica rolled her hips to grind more on Sammie, and Sammie maintained her humps. As commanded, Persica jittered and her eyes rolled up as she climaxed from her friend.

Sammie eased up her humps, but gently rubbed. Persica was more haggard than a 5k runner. Gamer leaned over and asked, "You good?"

"Peachy," the princess barely answered. She feebly held a hand up, "Tag battle."

Gamer tagged in, but warned, "I don't know how long I'll last, though. I'm already glowing like the Red Light District."

Sammie shuffled off Persica, who rolled close to the bed's edge and then potatoed. Gamer slapped the princess's booty for good luck and hopped over onto the bed. Sammie undid her ponytail and it waved down her back. She positioned herself into a doggy position and said, "That's alright, dear. Do what you need to do, and show me how big and strong you are."

Tears welled up in Gamer's eyes, "So motherly! So fuckable!"

Gamer stayed on his feet as he aligned his hard pecker with Sammie's moist pucker. He glazed across her. He ice skated along the rim, and built up the tease. But Gamer wasn't the one in control; the moment it pressed against the hole, Sammie slammed her hips back. She took all of him in with one move.

"Fuck!" Gamer winced once engulfed. He could feel her squeeze, and her methodical humps pumped his whole thing. Just like with Persica, Sammie grinded Gamer into submission. He leaned back and watched his member be swallowed over and over by the milf's superb body.