It was Christmas Eve and Santa gave John nothing. This was notable because John was no longer convinced Santa was not real. With all of the other things going on in the Abyss, a fat man teleporting across the world to distribute gifts to children would have been welco. It would have added so jolliness to counteract all of the doom, gloom and city-eradicating individuals going around. Then again, if Santa was real, the entirety of John and his harem would have undoubtedly been on the naughty list.
As was proven by the fact that he was currently tongue-wrestling with Lydia. After a series of incidents in Rex Germaniae taking up her attention, she had finally managed to carve the ti out of her schedule to join them over Christmas.
They had been apart for about two weeks now and the queen was expectedly needy. Even if he was generally satisfied himself, he had an urge to indulge in her body specifically. They were still on the rooftop, next to the long range teleportation pad, and there was a definite threat between the two of them that they would get down with it imdiately.
What prevented them was the cold.
It had taken a bit to convince Rave that a white Christmas was an acceptable reason to change the settings of the Weather Tower away from sumr. Ultimately, between argunts of tradition and peer pressure, the Gar’s girlfriend had relented and now the roof was covered in a layer of snow. As splendid as the view of the frozen Guild Hall was, it did create the necessity of moving. Superhuman as they were, they could have fucked then and there, in the negative degrees, but it wouldn’t have been a particularly pleasing experience.
Groping and kissing, they made their way to the door. John kicked it closed behind them, leaving them in the magically heated corridor. Their kiss broke, Lydia sank to her knees, and ripped down his trousers. His cock was down her throat a second later. The usually so gathered royal was imdiately turned into a moaning and dull-eyed ss, sliding up and down his erect mber with the experience of an expert cocksucker.
Each ti he hit the back of her throat, Lydia let out a muffled scream. She was one of the harettes capable of getting off by sucking cock alone, with no Skills on John’s side or hypnotism required. After two weeks of thirst, she was so sensitive every other stroke seed to summon an orgasm.
Still, she stopped before he could cum down her throat and instead got up again. “Give it to , my love,” she begged and turned around. She pushed out her ass, stretching the fabric of her dark green pants over the magnificent roundness of the two cheeks. Without any remorse or hesitation, John ripped the cloth apart. The belt stuck to her hips, her bubble butt spilled past the burst seams, and he was treated to the sight of the kind of lingerie that left convenient access to her fuckable holes. A mont later, he pulled the plug out of her favourite one.
Even lubricated as he was and as stretched as her sphincter had beco, penetrating her was a slow and careful endeavour. John pinned her against the wall with his body, watched her eyelids flutter and, through the Mandala Sphere, the crotch of her ruined pants rapidly beco wet from the repeated gushing of her cunt.
Once he was fully inside her, he accelerated as quickly as he could into hard thrusts. Repeated impacts on her rippling, firm butt were sotis accompanied by ecstatic screams, whenever the lust didn’t overwhelm her down to the lungs. John forced a hand down the front of her pants and started rubbing her drenched clit.
Five minutes later, he ca deep inside her ass. Lydia spasd hard between him and the wall. Between the overdue fucking of her sensitive ass and the properties of John’s seed, the squirting beca so intense that a platter of sexual fluids made it through her drenched pants. The clear juices ford a small puddle between her quivering feet.
“Ah… for heaven’s sake,” Lydia slowly exhaled, while her body ca back under her conscious control. “That was beyond required for my wellbeing… Can you believe I once was fine not having sex for months?”
“Can you believe I was fine with only masturbating?” the Gar posed a counter question, while pulling out of her.
They both decided to just ditch the clothes. They were back indoors, so there was no cold air to bite into their skin. All Lydia kept on was her black lingerie. Through the open slit in her panties, John could still see her freshly fucked asshole, and her bra was more of an outline for her boobs’ underside than support for them.
“Where are the others?” Lydia asked.
“Back in the apartnt. They knew we’d need a mont.” John grinned at his anal queen. “Pretty sure Aclysia already has so stead towels for us.”
“It is a sha that my preferred way to get fucked is also rather filthy,” Lydia sighed.
“Well, I’m sure Nathalia has so hygienic suggestions for the two of you.” This was the first ti the two would see each other after the dragoness’ sudden return. Not that the two had interacted a lot back in the day. Lydia had viewed herself as distant from the harem for almost the sa stretch of ti as Nathalia had. Both won had viewed John as a sexual partner first and lover later. Admittedly, this was the norm for most people (often even without the sexual part).
The two won had occupied the sa space for a while, Nathalia living in the sa mansion as the rest of them while the tournant for Germany’s crown was going on. Their interactions had been largely short and impersonal. Lydia had let Nathalia stay because removing her would have been too difficult. Nathalia was there to get railed. Lydia fell for John during the tournant and did her best to integrate into the harem. Nathalia bowed out once she got too attached to wait for John to beco worthy.
Essentially, the majority of mories they shared were of sex. Both were willing to expand on that.
They entered the room to the sll of cinnamon goodness and Christmas cheer, which slled mostly like chocolate, pine tree and that particular fragrance new pieces of plastic had. The reason for the food sll was easily located in the kitchen, where Aclysia worked her magic to transform ingredients into various cookies. The pine scent unsurprisingly ca from the pine tree that had been put into one corner of the room. The plastic sll originated from the many decorations wrapped around not only the tree but the rest of the room as well.
Blinking lights of red and white competed with the candles that flickered all over, replacing the lamps on the ceiling that would have usually lit their ho. All of the harem was there, with only Eliza being replaced by Thana, who quietly munched from the bowl of cookies on the low table at the centre of the Harem Couch.
John would have loved to say the mood was festive, but Nathalia made that difficult to say for certain. The dragoness stalked through the room, occasionally lifting furniture and putting it back in place hastily. That, in turn, had Beatrice stalk after her, putting things back in their proper place.
“I leave for fifteen minutes and you transform this into an Easter celebration?” John joked, unsure what exactly was going on. He also grabbed a stead towel and started cleaning himself in the necessary spots.
“I rembered it is the day,” Nathalia told him cryptically. “The day where that being hunts .”
“What… oh,” John rembered what had transpired last year, “that won’t be that bad, no need to destroy the décor over it.”
“It is humiliating,” Nathalia hissed back.
“What is she referring to, my love?” Lydia asked.
“What you won’t be affected by,” Nathalia responded before the Gar could. “The annoyance that I cannot smite, unrelenting in its pursuit to…”
They were all distracted by a series of squeaky sounds coming from the open door. Sothing tapped in the hallway, on small, bouncy feet. John moved to the couch, accepted the inevitable, and waited for the creature to show itself in the doorfra. Three more squeaky steps, and finally everyone could see it.
Standing at an impressive height of two stacked Monster Energy cans and with arms half as wide as its fuzzy torso, the black-eyed being stood there. Its round ears twitched with excitent, a motion that soon spread through all of its brown and light brown body. Fingerless paws with visible seams rose, as the roughly bear-shaped entity hunched over.
“10 out of 10 WOULD BRAAAAAAAAAAID!” the possessed teddy bear plushie shouted and sailed through the room, directly at Nathalia.
The dragoness t the assault with a downwards hamrfist. Small and impossibly sturdy, the being rely bounced off the floor like a rubber ball. Attaching himself to Nathalia’s arm, he tried to climb up. Instead, his face was grabbed and he sailed across the room at over a hundred kilotres per hour. John caught the teddy before he could collide with his flatscreen.
“Co back to haunt my girls, have you, Kyonchi?”
“Rude!” the Fluffsider responded and suddenly vanished, to reappear in Nia’s lap. He scaled Nia’s shoulder. Much less inclined towards violence, Nia just let it happen. Just like she let the teddy take hold of her hair. Despite being basically impossible to do without any fingers, Kyonchi started to braid Nia’s ponytail with quick and expert movents. “I’m just giving them cute braids! Wouldn’t everyone here want to look cute?” With his marble eyes, he looked around and nodded repeatedly. “Yes, two out of fifteen done!”
“Two?” Nathalia asked and then reached up to her own hair. In so split second, her hair had been restyled into a thick braid, wrapped up into a bun that glowed with the usual lava-esque light. “Curse you, fluff-seeking one!”
“Can soone explain to what the fuck is happening?” Lee demanded to know.
“Right, so, this is Kyonchi,” the Gar gestured at the teddy, who saluted while he walked down the backrest of the couch. “Apparently, once a year, around Christmas, he cos to braid Nathalia’s hair. We are caught as part of the collateral.”
“Is it dangerous?” Lee asked.
“He can teleport around people that find his body cute and apparently possess whatever kind of plushie he wishes. He’s also impossible to get rid of. Fundantally, though, he is harmless.”
“Oy, I could… stab your shins or sothing!” Kyonchi insisted, while giving the girls, one after another, a braid. Most just let it happen. Despite the oddity of the situation, the cuteness of the braids and their expert execution could not be denied. “I can sense that you all improved on your cuddling,” he said while tending to Gno, who sat there quiet and embarrassed. “I do not approve of the nudity, though. I demand more cuddles.”
“What about deep contact cuddles?” Rave asked.
“Too lewd! You!” Kyonchi turned to John, once Gno was equipped with a further complicated and stylish arrangent of her previous two smaller braids. “You should hug each of these girls and ask them to marry you! I don’t see any rings! Very disappointed.”
“Don’t overstretch your welco,” John warned the little teddy. “We could probably kill you, at this point.”
“Why would you kill the eternal manifestation of fluff? That’s so an,” Kyonchi complained and put a paw to his chest. “I an nothing but good for you all.”
“He does have a point, tiger, where’s my ring?” Rave grinned and wiggled her fingers. Kyonchi teleported over to her and stroked his chin. “Wanna try your luck this year?” she asked. She and Lydia had been the two spared last year. The latter for the obvious reason that she already had a well-made braid. As for Rave…
“I see no way to braid such wonderfully chaotic hair,” Kyonchi confessed. “It’s longer, but I still can’t work with it.”
“’Cause I’m perfect.” Rave grinned.
“Can’t disagree,” John said and inched over to her. He placed a quick kiss on her cheek. Giggling like only a happy woman could, she made his heartbeat race. They embraced each other.
“Yes… and now the proposal!” Kyonchi encouraged.
“Move on, Fluffsider,” John told the teddy, who sighed in resignation and jumped from one girl to the next.
Aclysia got only a few small braids around her ears, acting more like accents to her long, silver mane. Salamander, who made her hair long to oblige, got a thick braid. Interestingly, the black lines that cut through shifted to remain on the surface, as her otherwise red hair was woven together. Undine was done pretty quickly, putting her black hair in one unit. Practically begging for it, Sylph had the entirety of her absurdly long hair woven together by the skilled plushie. Although initially skeptical, Siena did agree to have her hair braided as well. It looked quite nice on her, the silky, midnight black of her strands parted into two braids lying over her shoulders. tra got herself a bunch of small braids along the side of her head, giving that warrior woman feel. There wasn’t much to be done with Scarlett’s hair, it was too short, and the sa was true for Beatrice. Kyonchi gave them symtrical, smaller braids. Lee was given an elaborate braid made out of smaller braids, rolled up into a bun.
Then, when it ca to Thana, Kyonchi stopped.
“You aren’t the sa girl as last year,” he remarked. Thana said nothing, just continued munching cookies and staring dead ahead. Were it not for the movent, one may have mistaken her for a corpse. “Hmmm… I don’t braid girls that don’t want it.”
“LIES!” Nathalia shouted.
“You have not unmade your braid; the truth of my words is eternal! TO THE AIRPORT!” The teddy suddenly fell over sideways, the animating will had left the plushie.
“What does he want at the airport?” Lee wanted to know.
“Who kno- Well, maybe I do,” John said and hastily got up when his phone buzzed on the shelf at exactly that mont. There were coincidences, and then there was cause and action. He was so excited, he teleported over to check what ssage he had just received.
Momo: Pick up, I’m at the airport.
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