“Alright, we have… about two hours before we are supposed to et with Magoi,” John said, after parking his mundane car in the garage of the estate. Afterwards, they entered the Hudson Barrier on the spot and went through a teleporter already placed there. Minutes later they found themselves back in their apartnt. The rest of the harem was already waiting.
“Can I finally put a reasonable temperature back on?” Rave whined, as she stripped out of her clothes. “Christmas is over, it’s ti for sumr again!”
John was about to press the button to undress himself when one of the harem’s phones rang over at the figurative pile of electronic devices. From the ringtone, he knew it was his business number for a standard importance. “On our latitude, winter has pretty much just started, Jane.”
Rolling her eyes, Rave gestured in his direction with her top, leaving her standing only in the tight yoga pants she had covered her legs with. “Get outta here with your facts and just tell if I can do it or not.”
“Sure, go ahead,” John allowed her. While she opened the Guild Hall’s console and drove the temperature average all the way up to 37, he picked up the phone. The job of telling his girlfriend that that was a completely unreasonably heat, he left to the rest of the harem. “President Newman here.”
“Hello, Frank Zin from the 3rd battalion here,” the voice from the other side reported.
‘3rd battalion… ah, the army regint tasked with keeping an eye on the Natural Barriers around Boston,’ John reminded himself of the current deploynt details. Most of the ti, Natural Barriers were harvested by local experts, whether they were called hunters or adventurers hardly mattered. It was a pretty dangerous job, but it paid well and a lot of people, especially young n, were drawn to quick cash and the thrill.
Regardless, the danger of Natural Barriers coalescing ant that he wanted a governnt institution to patrol the area and take care of whatever might slip through the cracks. So far, nothing of the like had happened, but the soldiers still got to engage with a barrier every now and again for combat practice.
“I’m here to report a teorite,” the soldier continued and imdiately had John’s full attention. “During our latest patrols, we encountered a Natural Barrier with a large crater in the middle. Scouting confird the presence of a sizable rock at the centre. We are currently stationed outside of the Natural Barrier.”
“Very good,” John responded with a smile. “I see you read the deploynt orders with care. I will make a personal note of this.” Of course the Gar had written a set of orders in case sobody should co across anything that looked remotely like a teorite. What potentially lay inside he needed to fulfil a Class Challenge and was also too valuable to risk falling into the hands of a less than honourable individual. “Remain where you are and send your exact location. I will be on my way. Make sure nobody but I, personally, enters the Natural Barrier.”
“As you wish, Mister President,” the soldier responded and the call was ended.
John checked the coordinates that reached him a couple seconds later. It was west of Hartford, which was a city actually closer to New York than Boston. Given the area Natural Barriers could occur in (everywhere, technically speaking, but clustering primarily around the leylines, which in turn flowed through population centres towards the tectonic gaps) and the speed of modern vehicles, that was very much in their patrol range. It was also two and a half hours out from New York by car. Considerably less than that if he used a Mobile Barrier to skip traffic and the speed limit.
John looked over to the room, which was full of won in the motions of getting dressed. “What are you all doing?” he asked.
“Getting ready to search for Astrotium?” Rave returned a question of her own.
Having a harem full of acutely eared or ntally connected harettes had its drawbacks sotis. What his actual plan was in this situation only ca across to even the soul-attuned ones when he thought it. The course of action from there on out was so obvious to him, he hadn’t formulated it.
“We’re not going, I am,” the Gar said and gestured over to Jack, who had just finished manifesting. Imdiately, his double headed for the door. “We have an appointnt with Magoi in two hours, if I may remind you. There is no way we can make it there and back in that ti.”
That drove the excitent out of the room rather quickly and everyone went back to getting undressed, safe for Lydia, who looked at the clock with a sigh. “Either way, this is my signal to leave.”
“Can’t you stay until we et with Magoi?” John tried to negotiate, but she shook her head.
“I must free myself for New Year’s Eve and that requires work, as you very well know.”
“Yeah… yeah…” The Gar was not enthused about that facet of reality, but reality it was all the sa. “I’ll bring you to the teleporter,” he said and offered his arm. After Lydia took it, they were on their way. “I hope your nobles won’t be too annoyed that you won’t be there for their new year’s.”
“For once, the ti zones work in our favour. I can attend both festivities,” Lydia inford him. “I will most likely require a considerably large amount of caffeine to stay awake, however.”
“We both know I can give you sothing better than caffeine.” John smirked and not so subtly pointed towards his naked crotch.
“The many positive traits of your seed continue to be astounding.” The queen allowed herself a small smile in response.
The arm she had hooked into extended to take a firm hold of her ass. With each step, the aty bun shifted between stages of juicy and firm. Regardless of the motions, it was always an incredibly pleasant, round artwork to grab. Few things in nature could compare with the natural beauty of the female backside and few female backsides could compare with that of the anal loving queen. “One more quickie before you leave?”
Considering for several steps, Lydia’s answer ca when she suddenly turned towards him and planted her lips on his. The force behind the kiss pushed John against the wall. With a minorly displeased grunt, the dominant Gar undid her pants and panties and pushed them down while they still kissed. Lydia kicked both to the side, along with her shoes, and her shirt soon followed. John understood that none of her clothes should get dirty right now.
Continuing on with her dominant approach, Lydia lifted one leg and pressed her pussy, still wet from the many events of the regular harem morning, primarily lesbian on this specific day, against the tip of his cock. Their kiss broke from long, lustful sighs, as Lydia gradually sunk down on his cock.
Now with both hands on her firm butt, John left her in the dominant position for as long as she could sustain it. Her balanced hourglass shape grinded against him, soft in all the right places. Delightfully red lips, glistening from their kiss, ford one moan after the other, growing ever louder. Soon, her one firmly planted leg could no longer carry her reliably. John capitalized on the situation swiftly, turning them both around and pressing Lydia against the wall.
“Trying to dom normally gets punished with the inability to use your legs for several hours,” he growled, as threateningly as was appropriate.
“I plead… for rcy.” Lydia’s moans were interrupted by a smile. The expression was imdiately replaced by the O her lips ford when John started hamring her against the wall. “O-o-o-o-ohhhh,” she shouted, the depraved sound bouncing through the hallway. “Feels… oh, being with you, my love is… incomparable!”
“Only the best for my Lydia.” John showed a smile, strained with the physical effort of the pace he kept.
Pulling him into another kiss, Lydia scread her climax into his mouth. The spasms of her cunt made him unload a mont later.
“That’ll… be enough,” she panted when John made motions to fill her backdoor. “Otherwise, my ability to walk will be seriously endangered.”
“Okay.” John let go of his cock and pulled a package of paper wipes out of his inventory. Lydia used a couple to clean herself enough that her panties wouldn’t be drenched the mont she put them on. Then they were back underway.
The air on the rooftop was very peculiar. The sunrays were amplified to reach the heat of the sumr and descended on the snow rcilessly. While the air itself was still cold, the white everywhere diminished in density by the second. The denser areas would remain covered for a while, but the trees were already getting freed, releasing the green from the icy grip.
“Quite beautiful,” the Gar remarked.
“Indeed,” Lydia agreed.
They shared the view for a couple of minutes, before she left.
John returned to the room as downtrodden as he always was when Lydia left, which was sowhat but not pronouncedly. When he saw the harem spread out over the Couch, his mood went right back up to ‘pretty good’. He sat down between Siena and Beatrice.
“We’ve been struggling for an answer,” the midnight elental’s sensual voice caressed John’s ears like silk flowing over his dick, “the only one who has to et Magoi in ti is Lee, right? Why do the rest of us need to stay?”
“Because it’s going to be more efficient if we do it this way,” John answered, having considered the question himself. “It’s true that we won’t get that much out of the first day of grinding, but we can still get so things out of it and there is no telling what Class Challenges I will get. Think of it this way, the two hours we’ll miss will be… what do you think you can sustain Lee?”
“About four to one,” she responded. To the best of John’s knowledge, that was already the level of her brother and it was definitely more than John could do with Create I.D. (which was two to one). Talent definitely went a long way.
“So, we’d miss eight hours of training, plus we would be groggy from the long drive,” John told everyone.
Siena’s demon-esque tail wound around his arm in a lovingly possessive fashion. Even after several rounds, her tail was long enough that the tip, shaped like an elongated spade, could caress his dick. Although he wasn’t greatly enthusiastic about tail jobs, a tender female touch was a tender female touch, and soon his dick started to rise. “It could be quite entertaining,” she purred.
“I don’t think so. It’s a Natural Barrier, the enemies in there can’t be strong enough to be a threat to most of us.” John looked wantonly over to Siena and suggested, “There’s sothing reliably fun we could do.”
“Hmmm,” the midnight elental unwound her tail, while playfully tapping her chin with her index finger. “Should I?”
“Statent: I will assert my need in 5 seconds.”
“The offer was clearly-“
“4…3…”
John raised his hands to interrupt the potential catfight. “Ladies, there’s enough of for both of you.” Activating Master Stud, he now had two dicks that needed tending to. It was worth consideration to make them work together on one, but John was still riding out the novelty of this new tool in his perverted kit.
Beatrice imdiately went down, Siena only after licking her lips, and John enjoyed the service, and what followed, while his double kept driving.
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Jack entered the Natural Barrier with a hopeful expectancy in his stomach. He was on his own, the soldiers stayed out due to concerns that finding the Astrotium may not count if he wasn’t the first one to lay hands on it. That and the monsters inside turned out to be rather powerful, but that was reasoning after the fact.
‘Level 70 to 120,’ Jack thought, looking around from the air. There were only a few monsters scattered around the roughly one-kilotre-wide barrier. What was originally a suburb of the city had turned into a ring of devastated buildings around a crater that covered about half of the barrier’s diater. Had the teor in question landed in the city, that probably would have made world news. ‘Looks like a small spike from here… one thing after the other though.’
Hunting the monsters down would take a bit. From what he saw, the primary creatures slithering around between the once hos were massive snakes with spiky scales and teeth more befitting of wolves. They were called Jormungandr Spawns, a na coming more from aesthetic similarity than actual relation, according to Observe.
‘Given that Fenrir is real, the world serpent probably is too… not sure if I want to encounter that,’ Jack thought while charging an Arc Lance. ‘If card gas have taught anything, then it’s that order is key.’ With that in mind, Jack flew towards the centre of the barrier.
One of the serpents, the strongest one, guarded the deepest point of the crater and hissed at Jack when he landed. The hiss turned into an aggressive cry, then into a bloody gurgle as the charged Arc Lance cut through the head of the creature. It wasn’t enough to outright kill it, but the perfect double had no problem finishing things. Grabbing the lower jaw of the creature, he smashed it into the ground.
In retaliation, the massive snake lashed Jack with its tail, catapulting him a couple of tres. His flight ability stopped the montum before he could hit the ground. Ready to cast another spell, the double approached again. The snake, however, was dead. The tail lash had been so kind of death spasm or dying action; either way, the fight was decisively finished.
Enemies a third of his level were beatable just using physical force. With a spell as initiation, it was a foregone conclusion.
‘Alright, let’s check this out,’ Jack thought and turned to the teorite. Even from a distance, he had noted the unusual shape. Usually, a teorite of considerable size smashed into the ground with enough force and heat to effectively lt into it. Either that, or it evaporated/exploded into an unfathomable number of tiny pieces. Having it form a spike that stood slightly slanted at the centre of the crater was obviously unnatural.
Carefully knocking on the surface, the Gar found that the surface was rather brittle. Several chunks fell off, like dry mud off a bronze cast. Slowly at first, he carved away the porous rock. When he failed to find anything but more rock, he grew impatient and swiped at the spike with all of his power. The upper half flew away and shattered into a cloud of stone dust.
Looking down at the trunk that remained, Jack couldn’t help but let out a pleased, “Yes!” when he saw the ball of lead grey at the centre. It was about the size of a basketball and seemingly pure, safe for so chunks of rock stuck between bumps on the surface. Grabbing it with both hands, the Gar freed it from its confines before acknowledging the completed Class Challenge window that opened before him. ‘How does this even work?’ he wondered, turning the already refined tal in his hands. ‘Does it absorb all the heat from the impact and purify itself? Maybe it only grows after the impact? It’s really a sha that it’s seemingly impossible to observe the creation of Astrotium…’
However it happened, Jack put the chunk into his inventory.
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John pulled the Astrotium out of his inventory and mustered it with his original pair of eyes – or rather the lenses he had replaced them with. “Incredible,” he said, turning the tal in his hands. Jack would stay around and clear the entire area before allowing researchers to co in and take a look around. Any little bit they learned would be an advancent. “I need to give this thing a wash.”
“And then feed it to ,” tra remarked.
“Yeah.” John nodded. “I’ll take a couple of photos first though. Not that we have the ti to do that now.” He put the bumpy sphere back into his inventory.
They were already on their way to the I.D. Gate.
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