“Alrighty, everyone present?” Rave asked and looked around. It took almost three hours to gather every last harette. They had been spread out not only over the property but also the surrounding landscape. Siena, especially, had made it a point of habit of venturing further out than anyone else. With invisibility, she could travel the mundane faster and easier than the rest of them.
Thankfully, the Harem Comms did not care about range or the number of recipients. Once the ssage was out, they only needed to co back to their clearing. Major delay ca from Lydia insisting she would be part of this.
“Fantastic,” Rave clapped her hands. “Eliana says we gotta have an ergency eting so here we be. Wanna give us the rundown on why?”
“John said he wanted to find himself a fucking country girl,” Eliana revealed, to moderate surprise around.
Was John Newman expanding his harem unusual? Obviously not. On average, he had added one harette to his gathering of supermodels per month since getting his powers. ‘Actually… 19 harettes, 22 months… average of 0,86 harettes per month. The elentals drag that average up considerably. Still, I slowed down a lot. Which is good. I don’t want to thoughtlessly expand. My ti is limited as it is, even with three bodies.’
To the point, expansion was not unusual. It had been a while, however, since John had gone out of his way to try and add a new mber deliberately. Most additions to his harem, particularly the later ones, were won that he sort of ran into while doing what he wanted to do. John considered that a normal occurrence. With the amount of affairs he got himself mixed up in, stumbling repeatedly over hot won was more likely than not. How many people had he t since becoming the Gar? Ten thousand? Twenty thousand? It was impossible to gauge, and that was just counting in-person exchanges. That 10 out of those (the number of harettes not elentals, Artificial Spirit, or otherwise shaped by his desires) were workable partners in sexual desires, harem fittingness and overall character may have sounded a tad convenient, but he deed it firmly in the realm of realistically possible.
It helped that he was a charr with massive resources at his disposal. That made the harem prospect a lot more feasible.
The last ti John had gone out of his way to find a new harette had been… never, arguably. There had never been a ti where John went out adventuring with the specific goal of finding soone new to romance. Closest to that situation had been when he created Beatrice. Caveat there was that he had given Beatrice the choice to go her own way, virginity intact. It had been an unlikely choice, practically out of the window once she acquired Aclysia’s mories, but he had still given it. The cart had been put in front of the horse in that situation.
Not even Rave was soone John t because he had been trying to find a harette. Collide was present for an attack by a bunch of punks and attempted to recruit him afterwards. Thus, Rave had burst into his life with technicolor lights and her perfect ass on full display.
And thus the first pertinent question ca from Rave: “Find to fuck or find to add to the harem?”
Everyone looked to John for the answer. The Gar honestly felt like he was an eyewitness reporting to the jury rather than a mber of the eting. Considering the agreent he had with his harem, the comparison was close to reality. There was no expanding the harem without a unanimous decision.
For John, this was not just a working but the only proper agreent on which to run a harem. Depending on his answer, they would have a say in things. John could have one night stands with other won whenever he wanted – a privilege he, and they, only enjoyed because there was a quiet agreent underpinning it to not stretch it too far. They usually kept it to Rave’s rare parties, making out with female friends that were also open to such activities, like Chemilia or Cindy. The latter of which was one on whom John enacted the opportunity.
Those one night stands had to stay rare for a number of reasons. First, the barrier at which soone moved from regular sex partner to harette was difficult to discern and it was in everyone’s best interest to never skirt it. Second, related, it was difficult to not develop feelings for a regular sexual partner. Third, to satiate his hungers repeatedly outside his sizable harem would inevitably create a sense of inadequacy in his current harettes.
John was really only using the agreent if he had a craving for a particular body type not present in his harem. Three notable tis he had taken advantage of it had been to fuck Cindy, to fuck the forty won in maid outfits on now-Servitude Island, and to fuck Worlina. There had been others, but few. John prefered not to make use of it at all.
Did he have a craving for a country girl?
No, what he wanted, he would not have described as a temporary hunger that could be sated with just one serving.
Did he have a desire for a country girl?
That was a definitive yes. Being out here, hearing the accent, breathing the air, developing a strong dislike for feral hogs, he was feeling a mighty want for a country girl in his life. The kind that drawled, worked around the farm, had a necessary good understanding of chanics, a good, if rough, upbringing, and had that particular fusion of femininity and stubborn labourer around her. Particularly, given the choice, he wanted the rare breed that would shoot a sniper rifle at the highest calibre, fully aware of the risk of the kickback dislocating her shoulder. She had to be hot too, which further narrowed it down.
Did he have a need for a country girl?
That was difficult to say. The answer was clearly tilted more towards yes than no, however.
Therefore, the Gar answered: “I would like to pursue one, if I find one that I fancy. For permanent purposes, potentially, yes. I wouldn’t do it just to have sex with her. Feels disrespectful, particularly for the kind of woman I’m talking about.”
“Hmmm, hmmm, I see how it is…” Rave rubbed her chin thoughtfully. There was not even a hint of jealousy in her voice. If there was any harem mber that John was thoroughly lucky eting, it was her. Specifically because he t her first. Convincing Lydia of the polygyny lifestyle would have been difficult. Not impossible, but difficult.
Rave had been easily swayed to let him try. Her conditions had been reasonable too. No girls she didn’t like and the whole thing ended when she demanded it. The forr condition had changed over ti, the latter had fallen away entirely. Rave was still with him and their love had only grown. Gradually, it had transford from young adults crushing on each other to the companionate bond that could withstand all hardships.
And so it was that the feline Lightbearer shrugged. “I don’t think we gotta do anything here. Tiger knows better than to stick his dick in a harette before she’s approved.”
“Let’s not give too much credit,” the Gar cautioned her. There were so cases where there had only been vague or implied approval.
“Ya gonna disappoint ?” Rave asked, with a mockingly raised eyebrow. Mockery aid at the idea that he could do that. All of her body language radiated a confidence in him that was heart-warming.
John raised his hands in surrender. “My girlfriend just has too much power over .” He looked over the rest of the gathered harem. There was nothing in the way of displeasure thrown in. Trust in his judgent and in Rave reading his intentions down to the core was universal. “Alright, so I will woo a country gal, if I find one.”
“Gal?” Lee snorted.
“You have to say it like that, otherwise the magic doesn’t happen,” the Gar responded swiftly.
“Yeah, sure,” the gar girl said drily.
Scarlett whistled to catch everyone’s attention. “We’re operating on a titable here. Are you leaving that undone?” she pointed at the slab of concrete. “I… fuck, I don’t want to stress you, John.” She ran a hand through her long drapes of red hair. “You’re putting a bunch on your plate. Building a house, finding a ‘country gal’, dealing with that hurricane dragon.”
“Also, also, we wanted to visit the hot springs!” Sylph threw in there.
Nightingale shifted a bit in her seat. What she wanted to say, John already knew. He shot her a glance to that end.
“Just a lot to do in a month,” Scarlett finished up her thoughts.
“A valid point,” John comnted. He had achieved more in less ti before and that was exactly the kind of stress that had led him to needing a vacation in the first place. There were a few solutions to this. The length of the vacation was open ended. He aid for a month, but he had pledged to keep it going until he felt fully unwound. The only truly ti sensitive part of the vacation was dealing with the dragon. The option to forego the house building in favour of skirt chasing was also there. This was just what John had decided to do to keep himself busy during the vacation. Sitting around and twiddling his thumbs had never been his style. That was another aspect of what had drawn him to videogas over other pastis, the constant challenges.
The last and clearly best option to get all of this done sat diligently on a blanket. Her legs were tucked under her, her blind eyes stared ahead, and she played with her ssy braid. Lorelei did not raise her voice. Evidently, she already knew that he was going to address her and opted to wait until he had sorted his thoughts. That was how the servile seer typically acted.
“It’s a frivolous use of your powers, but think you can help with this?” Until John knew how exactly to prevent her blindness, he tried to have her use her foresight sparingly. A request like that went against that notion. He allowed himself such breaks at tis, because she still had at least a decade until the blinding set in. The rule was in place primarily to prevent overuse, not to prevent usage at all.
“If the Lady indulges , it will not be frivolous.” Lorelei folded her hands in her lap. The fabric of her sun dress whispered. “It can only be proper. If she does not answer my prayer, then you will know that it is improper to ask what you ask. May I ask that you place your hands in mine, John?”
Interestingly, she had been using ‘Master’ a lot less while they were on vacation. Perhaps Lorelei was growing out of the word. Their own relationship was growing constantly, away from the fated sexual union she had sought and towards that sa companionate love that he wanted to firmly establish with all of his harettes. Basically, their relationship beca less founded in the sexual and more founded in the mutual trust. Thus, the sexually charged title reduced in usage. The maids did not have the sa developnt, because the word ant more than that to them.
That was John’s theory, at least. Strong as the bond he shared with them was, he was confident to declare it the correct one.
Lorelei’s hands were warm and soft. Carefully, she held his right with both of hers. Slender fingers rubbed his skin, massaged his palm. Silently, she moved her lips. The milky white of her eyes managed to grow even more distant. “The dragon lies in wait, a thoughtful sliver in its eye wrestling with impatience. A storm will co, west of the place within the place, where the maple leaf lies. The 114th whirl.” Lorelei stopped for a mont, then a tremble went through her. “Above the peak that you request, in the opposite of where you would look, you will find impure gold. You run, you have to move swift. If you fail to find her, her parents waste away, alone.”
They all waited, wondering if sothing more was on its way. Hesitatingly, Lorelei let go of his hand. John plopped down next to her and hugged the seer. “Well done,” he whispered in her ear.
“John, I must insist that you move now!” Lorelei told him, the mont she regained her voice. “The vision showed urgency. There are three lives threatened by circumstances I cannot quite comprehend. Dirty gold was sapped into a container. Any reward you would graciously bestow on , it must wait.”
John was taken aback, it had sounded urgent, but not that urgent. Wisdom much lower than his was required to heed the words of an experienced seer. He pressed a quick kiss on Lorelei’s cheek and then got back up. “I must move to the opposite where I would look?” he thought out loud. The answer to that ca imdiately. What was the last place he would visit to find a country girl? The inner city. “The vision said I had to run, right?”
“It showed you running,” Lorelei confird.
“Ya gotta love it when things get exciting,” Rave mused. “One mont ya watch concrete dry, the next your boyfriend is switching into running shoes to find a new girl for the bedroom.”
“To be fair, I just learned that I have to save soone,” the Gar told her. The Skittersteps weren’t traditional running shoes. Visually speaking, anyone would have raised an eyebrow at them. In terms of comfort, John would have gone for nothing else. The elentals went incorporeal. Many of the other harettes got moving, only to be stopped by Rave.
“Let him do that on his own, don’t want to alert whoever tiger finds by having everyone of us around her.”
“B-but what if there’s danger?” Gno asked, after returning to physical form. The other elentals followed her example.
Rave gave her a deadpan stare. “What, ya think Romulus is hunting tiger’s new harem target? Just keep your teleports ready.”
John did not hear how that argunt continued; he waved in goodbye and left the barrier. Then, he started his jog down to the road and past the car. He had been told he was running, so he was running. If he drove the car, he may miss the correct timing for arriving there. Prophecies could be fickle like that. ‘Screwed up that lives depend on wanting to add so red-blooded Arican girl to my harem at the right ti,’ the Gar thought. He would have plenty of ti to analyse that thought. The closest city was Muskogee City. Even running like an Olympic marathon contestant would keep him on his feet for over two hours until he got there.
The Gar grinned. His limbs felt light. Easefully, he held his head high. Thoughts ca and went, none lingering longer than he wished. He was free, free to stop in his tracks if he so desired. Obligations were only present in those he had to himself. He would have howled randomly into the woods, had he felt just a tad more chaotic.
This was life outside of duties.
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