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“Usually, you can only order these on the platforms along the rivers,” John explained, while the ferry gently sailed down the river that led out of the Fishery. “Being at the top of the hierarchy has a lot of perks.”
“This is a lesser one,” Nightingale remarked and spread her wings. “This does not save either of us any time.”
“Well, it saves me time while I move at a leisurely pace,” John told her. “I can’t fly and running is a bother. With teleportation, I’d outpace it.”
“I acknowledge it is more comfortable.” Nightingale hopped into the ferry. It was a smaller, elongated vessel, with decorative elements at both front and back. The dark wooden hull glistened with a layer of lacquer, and the cushions within this one were of a dark blue, representing Fusion’s main colour. “Notably more comfortable,” she added, as she sat down.
John sat down opposite of her. As the vessel began to turn around on the spot, in a manner that should have been impossible for a boat, especially one without a driver, the two of them started feet-wrangling. A little prod by John and Nightingale grabbed his shoe. He tried to pull back, but the harpy had quite the grip. With friendly little kicks, he tried to loosen the claws. That only brought the second set into play.
Throughout the competition, Nightingale hid the lower half of her face behind her wing. She sat there, like a proper lady, only a little shimmer of childish amusement showing in her eyes. All the while, their wrestling feet created drumming sounds on the ferry’s floor.
“Alright, alright, you win,” John surrendered long after his loss had been apparent. Obviously, she had been the favourite. Not only did she have feet that could grip things, but the structure of her legs gave her an extra joint to angle things with and to extend her reach. ‘Wonder how tall she is when she’s standing completely straight,’ John thought. Bipedal, digitigrade legs could be a little bit deceiving, although Nightingale didn’t have feathers covering them like owls did.
The lady of the night let go of his feet and they sailed slowly up the river. John dipped his hand in the water, felt the flow part around his fingers, created by their movement and the constant resupply from the Clearwater Fountain. He cupped a little of the liquid in his hand and had a taste. It had a bit of an earthy aftertaste, otherwise it was as clear as bottled water. Further upstream, it would be completely clean.
“Your Guild Hall is impressive,” Nightingale commented. “Would you say it’s a gift?”
“Yes, but I’d also say it’s a peculiar manifestation of my abilities.” John shook his hand to get the remaining water off. “Romulus can enchant and terraform the land more freely, I am bound to menus and pre-defined Buildings. In that narrowness, I’m given more power, but I pay for it with a lack of flexibility. I only have this one Guild Hall. Maybe I’ll get the option to have a second down the line, but that’d come at the cost of something else. A lot of my power is about trade-offs and specialization.”
“Another of your elaborate answers.” Nightingale quickly switched from her bench to his, sitting down in such a way that he could see past her raised wing. The corners of her black lips were curled into a smile. “You have chosen interesting options so far.”
“I just went with my heart. That usually serves me well,” John hummed back. The Palace slowly came closer. “Mind if I changed the topic? There’s something on my mind.”
“Do tell.”
“You haven’t asked to see Delicia at all today.”
Nightingale’s smile dropped, as did her wings. She gazed out to nowhere in particular. “I want her to sleep,” she confessed, only to shake her head. “No, I want to talk to her. She deserves some sleep. She has always been obsessed with work, and once she has that tireless body, she will only stop when there is an explosion.” 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘱𝘶𝑏.𝑐𝘰𝑚
‘Better prepare for that,’ John thought to himself.
“There is also an awkward question.” Nightingale directed his gaze at him. “Delicia and I have never seen each other in a sexual way. With my status as the object of your desire and her engaging in a lasting contract with you, this changing seems inevitable. I do not yet know how to feel about that.”
John slowly nodded. He would have lied if he said he got that entirely. Obviously, he got that the vast majority of friendships between women were platonic. As hot as it was to consider, single girls did not just start making out the moment they were in a room together. That being said, he could not quite relate to what the difficulties of getting frisky with a same-sex friend were because he himself would not even consider the option. Whether it was Magnus or a total stranger, John had no interest in other men. Nightingale, however, was as bisexual as they came. It was basically a requirement for his harem, although the enthusiasm of female-on-female action between them varied. Momo was typically very eager. Eliana was among the least enthusiastic, although that only showed how high the floor was.
While he could understand where Nightingale’s emotions came from, having prior attachments that collided in ways they didn’t for those women she had engagements with recently, he could not exactly mimic them. As a guy, he wished that whole thing was as simple as her and Delicia just getting right into it. He was smart enough not to say something that insensitive out loud.
“My harem only expands if my current haremettes agree. If you can’t see Delicia that way…”
Nightingale raised a wing, asking him to stop. “Even if I could not, I would still let her partake. I understand that it is unusual for you to have haremettes without sexual interest. That would not be reason enough for me to withhold the opportunity from my friend, should she come to like you...”
John imagined he heard an implied ‘…as I do.’ He was pretty solid on that not just being wishful thinking. He and Nightingale had a definitive mutual interest, she was just insisting on taking things slow when it came to going further than they had already. “Well, no harm in letting her rest until you figure this out.”
“Thank you.” The harpy solemnly bowed her head and the ferry stopped by one of the piers at the base of the Palace.
The marble star fort that served as the base of the Gamer’s home extended several metres below the surface of the water and several dozen above. Rather than take the winding stairs that would have taken them up, John showed Nightingale the hidden pathway to the Guild Heart chamber, directly underneath the main Palace. The various security gates would have taken a while to open, had John, as the administrator, not been able to bypass the mechanisms.
Soon they stood where the golden rings turned around a sphere of magical blue. All of it hovered above a depression in the ground, just large enough to accommodate the outermost of the circles. Although the turning of the Guild Heart looked impressive, the five rings did not turn fast enough to be of any threat to someone who aimed to destroy the core.
“The vast majority of the Guild Hall’s Buildings are fueled by this directly,” John told the interested goddess. “Every bit of mana, even from the Mana Factories goes through it. If it gets destroyed, the entire operation shuts down until my mechanics repair it.
Nightingale scanned the walls. They were lined with thick plates of Elementium, giving the room an odd mixture of industrial and luxurious feeling, due to the design of the plates and their golden colour. The Gamer pressed a button and a hatch in the ceiling opened. The spiral staircase that lay at the centre of the Palace floors extended downwards. “Would it not be wiser to hide it somewhere unexpected?”
“Maybe.” John shrugged. “Everyone would guess that the central operating factor of the Guild Hall is at its centre. Simultaneously, this position is the easiest to defend. Infiltrating this place is near impossible, and if a considerable power makes it all the way here, the battle is lost anyway.”
“That is reasonable,” Nightingale agreed, while they made their way upwards. They exchanged a few more words and a parting hug once John had brought her to her door.
In an all-around good mood, John headed back to his own apartment. As he had set out, it had been a largely uneventful night, filled with idle talk and little exchanges. He learned more about Nightingale, she learned more about him, and they were substantiating what exactly they felt for each other beyond the interest that had brought them together.
What John had expected upon returning to his apartment was anything between an orgy and girls shouting at each other over the cruelty of party games. While both of these things were happening in the background, he was focused on the serving of maids lined up to greet him.
From left to right, Claire, Aclysia, and Beatrice stood next to each other. Their formation had a light curve to it, becoming especially apparent when all of them bowed in unison. White heads nearly met, the skirts of their maid outfits softly dangled, and they rose after exactly three seconds. “”Welcome home, Master,”” they then said, eager, diligent, and passive servitude all mixing into a maidly blend.
“Do you want a second dinner?” Aclysia asked.
“Would you like to bathe?” Beatrice added.
“Or would you like us?” Claire finished the presentation. Her tone and excited trembling made it clear what she would have preferred.
John did not answer immediately. Before anything else, a reward was in order for the display itself. By order of seniority, he placed a kiss on each of their lips. They did not move, obediently standing with their hands folded in front of their abdomens. Aclysia tasted cool and minty, Beatrice had a bit of tingle to the sweetness on her lips, and Claire’s taste had changed to a quintessential, fruity sweetness that could not be pinned to any in particular. Her scent had adjusted similarly.
The change had occurred gradually. It was likely linked to the constant increases in Charisma she got, as she was catching up to the level of the other familiars. Since the maximum strength of her Household summons scaled with her Charisma, it was a natural Stat to focus.
“Which one of you had this delightful idea?”
Their eyes stayed focused on him while Claire stated, “It was my idea, Master. When I noticed you were coming back, I had to give you an immediate greeting. I HAD to, I really did. Aclysia and Beatrice decided it would be the best if we did it together. That was such a great idea, you look so turned on and fuckIjustwant to jump on yourcockandram itdown my throat. I love you so much!”
The vampire forced herself to stop rambling, swaying back and forth from toes to heels, unable to keep all of her excitement in. Aclysia and Beatrice were holding the proper, controlled pose.
“How would you prefer to serve me?” he asked.
Clearly having expected that question, the three of them turned around. Once again it was in perfect unison. Aclysia and Beatrice being coordinated was nothing new. Claire pulling along so well was a cause for jubilation. Especially because the employed synchronicity got his dick harder than diamond. The two dragon maids were turning around leftwards, Claire rightwards, the perfect way to separate in a situation where the unequal number of participants made mirroring impossible.
Legs slightly bent, they bent down and pushed their massive, fat asses out. Reaching back, they pulled the broad back strands of their skirts to the side. Again, the two dragon maids shared the direction, while the vampire went opposite. The cloth dangled out of view’s way, revealing pussies wet with anticipation. All were dripping, but the vampire was shamelessly spreading her pussy lips.
Between the three of them, Claire was now the one with the highest Libido. She had consumed one of Nathalia’s scales and with it came a 75% increase. While the total number of percentage bonuses Aclysia and Beatrice had applied to them was higher (150% and 140% respectively), their base was 25 versus Claire’s 40. The result was about 60 versus exactly 70. Notable, but not exactly the reason why she was the one the most overt among her peers.
“Good girls,” John declared and gave Claire’s butt a smack. In the current position, it was nice and firm, giving a satisfying surface to hit at the cost of jiggle. The vampire maid giggled madly from the pain. Obsessive delight at his touch was clear in every shiver that went through her bottom-heavy form. “I couldn’t ask for any better maids – no – any better lovers.” Aclysia joined the giggling for a little bit, before her diligence regained dominance over her crazy tendencies.
John glanced over to the Couch, where the pause button had been hit and the haremettes were instead entertaining themselves and each other while watching the scene unfold. Lee was most brazenly masturbating to the view. Which reminded John that he should take some time out of his day to hunt her like a piece of game again. They both got off on that tremendously.
Right now, he had maids to pump full instead.
With the viewers in mind, John stripped the traditional way. Pulling the shirt over his head, he was immediately topless. The pants quickly followed, leaving only his bulging undergarments. Teasingly, he pulled them down, proudly presenting his erect cock.
Each heartbeat was visible in the trembles of his cock. “The organizer gets rewarded first,” John decided and aligned himself behind Claire.
“Yes, yes, yesyesyesyes,” the submissive obsessive panted, just from feeling the head of his dick rubbing against her parting folds. In a lapse of self-control, she took the lead in a manner most unmaidly, pushing herself onto her Master and taking his cock inside her on her own terms. “Master, I couldn’t wait, I’m sorry, you make me too horny, I can’twait, Ijustcan’t!”
“Guess now I have to punish and reward you!” John declared, smacking her ass again. Claire’s head tilted upwards. She grunted through clenched teeth. Pussy juices gushed and continued to do so when he took a firm hold of her curvaceous hips and fucked her at a relentless pace.
“Iloveyouiloveyouiloveiloveyou, myjohn, mymast-, MASTER! MASTER!” Once the word had left her once, she came even harder. Active submission spiked her sensitivity in a deeply satisfying way. Screaming his title, she barely managed to keep standing. The entire insides of her thick thighs were a mess.
“Here comes your reward!” Cum pumped up his shaft mid thrust. He did not stop hammering her quivering quim, not until the clamping of her folds made it impossible. When he was done filling her up, he pulled out and watched the filling dribble out of her. “We really should consider renaming you to éclair.”
“DID YOU JUST FUCKING BREED HER?!” Eliana screamed from the side. “Or where the fuck did that dad joke come from?!”
“Given how much I was begged today to impregnate about half of you, I think I have big dad energy,” John responded.
He continued to reward the other maids.
