“What is wrong with today?” Momo muttered, her brain cells slowly returning to her for the third ti that flight. “I feel, like, dick makes stupid or sothing.”
Salamander laughed, instinctively moving the joysticks under her thumbs. On the screen before her, the car went into the corner. She was playing so Need for Speed or Forza ga – John didn’t quite know. Though he was the Gar, racing gas had never really grabbed him that much. “That’s usually what a good dicking does,” the fire spirit said.
“Yeah, but… this is more than usual. Am I sick? Can Artificial Spirits get sick?” Momo shook her head. “I need to experint on this… John, can I get back on your dick? Not because I want to fuck you or anything, just for… research.”
“No,” John responded. “Let the others have their ti.”
“They wouldn’t even notice! Claire is quite literally a doll who feels raw bliss no matter in what way she serves you and Delicia isn’t even a person right now!” Momo proclaid.
“And they are both exactly where I want them to be.” John tapped the screen of his e-reader, then peeked over the rim to watch Claire work his cock for a mont. Hypnotized, Claire’s already thodical manner of delivering fellatio was heightened. chanical bobs dragged her lips over his sensitive spots with leisurely precision. Her order had been to entertain, to suck him off without distracting him from reading.
Delicia was his cushion. Positioned between him and the backrest of the couch he was lounging on, her huge tits served as the pillows for his neck. The pliable at provided wonderful neck support and her orgasmic twitches were little massages. The shutdown shortstack had to be seated on a towel, the constant bliss her fulfilnt of purpose brought causing her pussy to just keep overflowing.
“You know how hypnosis works, just because they’re currently in this state of mind doesn’t an they don’t have actual urges underneath that.”
“Bah, I think I know how hypnosis works, but it’s been forever since soone mind controlled ! Despite giving express permission and even requesting for that to be done to !” Salamander snickered at Momo’s outburst, causing the naked fae maid to cross her arms. “What’s so funny.”
“Everything,” the fire spirit responded. “You are totally hypnotized right now.”
“Impossible,” Momo flat-out denied.
“In any case, I already ca inside you three tis.” John looked back at his e-reader. “You’re being greedy.”
“…Not like it’s a resource in short supply or anything…” Momo grumbled, but stepped away all the sa. To be fair to her current gluttony, she was doubly fuelled by the details of his hypnotic command and the subconscious satisfaction of her kink. All the sa, she walked away to go after other pursuits.
The resource in question was indeed not in short supply, but it was in high demand. Word spread quickly through the plane that John had finished up satisfying the imdiate wishes of the mind control crowd, leaving his multitude of harettes to cycle in and out of using him. They would be up in the air for about 12 hours, plenty of ti to truly satisfy them all after their one-week break.
One of the absurd luxuries of an Abyssal plane was an onboard shower. So mundane aircraft also had those, though only the truly expensive ones. They were limited by water storage. They just had to install a phantom storage that would be just big enough to keep mundane engineers from asking questions – they also had to mask the mana converters and mana batteries, but that was relatively easy.
When they, 6 orgies, 2 showers and 1 nap later, touched down in Vienna, they were all positively glowing with satisfaction.
Vienna did have an Abyssal airport, one John would have been happy to look at. Alas, Maximillian had sent them a text ssage not to disembark yet. An understandable request, the first step of making it clear he was in control was choosing the manner in which John entered his kingdom.
It only took 30 minutes for the ssage to arrive and another 10 for the deboard procedure to run its course. Once the external stairs were attached to the plane, John and his harem stread out of their confinent.
There were few people to greet him. Maximillian, alone, stood at the foot of the staircase. There was no carpet, only a short corridor ford by the royal guard of the Austrian Kingdom, separating out a crowd of journalists. They had followed Maximillian there after he had given an interview on his return from the wedding.
John put his foot down on the final step. “Long ti no see,” he said, sarcastically, and hugged his best friend.
“Forever, really,” the gravity king responded.
“Feels like you could have at least rolled out the red carpet for . Is this how Austria greets an emperor?”
Maximillian’s features hardened. He raised his voice and straightened his back. “Austria only knows one emperor, friend, and it is not you. You are here to help , are you not?”
For an artful mont, John hesitated, then lowered his head in sothing approaching supplication. “Sorry, I did not an to overstep. You have my support, of course.”
Maximillian laughed, letting the seriousness of the situation dissolve swiftly. A pat to John’s shoulder later, they began to walk. The caras kept clicking all around them, flashes driving back the night. After the long flight and drifting through ti zones, they had arrived at 2 AM.
They were swiftly moved off the airstrip via a series of cars, with only Aclysia staying behind to see to the safe movent of the plane into a parking hall. John and Maximillian entered one car, Jane and Momo with them.
“Think they bought that?” the Gar asked.
“Doesn’t really matter if they buy it, it just matters that they report it happened.” Maximillian looked through the tinged window, back at the journalists. “I doubt they can resist putting a photo of you bowing your head all over the papers.”
“Probably not,” John agreed. Their entire exchange had been preditated to be an effective establishnt that the Gar was here as support and nothing else.
“Hope you don’t mind spending your honeymoon squashing rebels,” the king then said to Jane.
“Fighting new, strong enemies is kinda my thing,” the feline Lightbearer purred.
“You will get a briefing on that in the morning,” Maximilian told them. “So in about… 6 hours from now. First, you will be quartered, however.” A gloating smirk spread on his face. “We do have an appropriately sized bed prepared.”
“One does have to wonder if residences of great powers all over the world will start to have massive beds installed just in case I visit.” John was rubbing his chin. “Maybe I should do the world a favour and start travelling with smaller entourages.”
“I will say that this degree of force feels… outsized,” Maximillian remarked.
“Nah,” Momo disagreed. “We know so little about Upset and how it may develop that it’s best to deploy with caution.”
“We don’t even know if that decrease in bone density is a permanent drawback or just a developnt hiccup,” John muttered. “Did you pick the Technique up, by the way, Jane?”
“Ya told it was a bad idea and unnecessary.”
“Yeah… so you did?”
“’Course I did.” His first wife curved against his side like an affectionate cat. “Took like twenty minutes to figure out. It’s really easy once ya have it on paper.”
John sighed and he might have gotten worried had this been earlier in their relationship. By now, Jane had learned well enough what lines to skirt and what to shy away from. A thrill-seeker she always would be, but at least she wasn’t suicidally reckless about it anymore. Now she was just regularly reckless.
They left the barrier with the airport and shifted into Vienna proper. The city was as interesting as always, a fusion of aesthetic, old-tiy buildings and the futuristic infrastructure of winding monorails and other arcano-tech achievents, sponsored by Maria’s short stint as head of state. Making it to the Habsburg palace was simple after that.
Because the division between Abyssal and mundane Vienna was quite old, the primary residence of the gravity king was no copy of any regular building in the city. It was its own structure, massive as Abyssal buildings were typically designed. Five stories of gorgeous white plaster, gold trimmings, marble and crystal glass rose upwards, surrounded by large gardens of orderly assorted fields of flowers and other decorative plants. All of it was isolated from the surrounding city by a 5 tres tall cliff, so of it natural, much of it erected by elentalists.
“See you tomorrow,” Maximillian said, then separated from the Gar, leaving one of the maids of the estate to guide him to his quarters.
Which were… larger than John’s regular apartnt, actually. The living room alone was big enough to hold a ball in, with an adjacent salon serving for more intimate gatherings. They had a balcony overlooking the city and what had been several bedrooms had been joined up into one massive one serving their demands. John could tell only because the decorations where the walls had been removed were subtly newer than their surroundings.
There were more rooms for leisure and to give space to separate out their huge crowd. They even had a room with three indoor pools. One was shallow, one was of walkable depth and one was a proper swimming pool.
“…Maybe I should redesign our ho quarters?” John suggested.
“Yes,” Siena imdiately answered.
“Why?” Lee asked a mont later. “Just because Max has bigger guest quarters than our cozy main room?”
“I’mma be real, it’s been getting a bit too cozy in there,” Jane threw in. “Bed is more than fine, but the main room could definitely use more space.”
“If changing the layout is an option, then I would not complain about extra room in the kitchen either,” Aclysia weighed in.
“I still don’t get it,” Lee said.
“’Cause ya just walk from the bedroom to the PCs and back.”
“Those are the best days,” Lee sighed dreamily.
The maid cadre shook their collective heads at the laziness of their half-mber, with two exceptions. “Claire, it is your duty to help Aclysia unpack our things,” he instructed the still mind controlled vampire. Then snapped his fingers. “Delicia, Cleanse.”
“Whoa!” The will ca back to Delicia’s eyes in a series of blinks. A shiver ran through the entirety of her stacked curves, intense enough to send her tits into a proper sway. “That… was… amazing!” she declared reluctantly. “Could have gone with so explosive finale though.”
“Sadly, I am not in the mood for that… and even if I were, this isn’t the place. Of the many leisure rooms this place has, a sex dungeon is not among them.” John then turned to Momo. He snapped his fingers again. “Momo, Cleanse.”
“What are you even talking about, I wasn’t hypnooooooooooooooooooooo- Ooooohh, you… dick!” the fae maid crossed her arms. “The old brain drain, huh? Very creative!”
“Hey, being a dom isn’t all easy, sotis I just have to go for the sa old tricks that work.”
tra tossed herself on one of the couches, running her hand over the velvet. An unwise choice of material for any furniture in their proximity. They would have to rember not to elope on top of it or to keep the sex there at a human level. It wasn’t like they had to squirt their brains out every ti they fucked. “What’s wrong with doing the sa thing over and over again anyway?”
“Good question, Eliana doesn’t mind if I tie her up every day,” John remarked.
“Fair point,” Momo relented with a sigh. She grabbed the pelvic curtain of her skirt. “Plus… it was pretty hot, so…”
“That’s what I thought.” John grinned and smacked Momo’s rear in passing. The plush cheeks jiggled, one from the direct impact, the other from proximity to it. It took several seconds for it to settle back down properly. Every mont was visual glory. “Now go help the others.”
“Yes, Master,” Momo sighed, still too horny to retain her brattiness.
She joined the other maids in unpacking. Standing in the middle of the vast, open space of marble and gilded walls, John first watched her, then others. His gaze leapt to Aclysia, then Nahoa and from them to Lorelei and Lee. ‘This could be their last combat deploynt in a while,’ he thought.
After they were done here, they would imdiately go to Hawaii. Once they were through with Hawaii, he would be putting a… well, they still weren’t sure whether Nathalia would give live birth or lay an egg. The latter was weird to think about. It definitely went against John’s preferences, though it ultimately didn’t matter.
After Nathalia, there was no more order established. The other four in the first wave would get knocked up. Aclysia would probably be an imdiate affair. Lee did not care about a proper ceremony. Nahoa had expressed her wish to wed in another syncretic ceremony, mixing the traditions of the west and the xica. Lorelei wanted a ceremony in the tradition of the Golden Order – which was still very western.
Even that one he thought they could organize in a week tops. They wanted ceremonies to exchange the rings, not big wedding festivities. With their money and influence, they could fly in whatever guests they wanted quickly. Sa went for whatever materials might be needed for a tribal wedding.
‘But all of that is for future to enjoy,’ the Gar thought.
First, he had a friend to help.
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