‘It really shouldn’t feel weird to that soone owns a private island,’ John thought. ‘It’s just… really, in the Hawaii chain? Definitely a deal they made in the 18th century.’
They had bought a catamaran. Just bought it outright. The forr owner had been slightly surprised, but it clearly hadn’t been the first ti an eccentric rich person decided to splash a quick half million on getting a boat right that second.
Buying over renting had been done for the simple reason that he didn’t know how long he would need it. A catamaran was a nice possession to have around these parts. It gave him a place to sleep out in the water. John would have been doubtlessly happy with the purchase, could he have placed it on a private pier. Alas, Hawaii had a law where all of the ocean belonged to the state, so putting a pier down required a whole host of permits.
He would either re-sell it at the end of the adventure or have it sent to California. Local storage was just too botherso.
The broad sailing vessel was easily large enough for the 5 of them – that being Nathalia, Aclysia, Nahoa, Layla and Lee. Getting to the renting place and then taking it up to Niihau had not even made sense to start as a process the previous day, so they had slept, then taken a plane over, and now were finally getting close. It took them 5 hours just to get there and it would take them 5 hours to get back.
‘The worst part of every journey is travelling.‘ The Gar looked down on the sundeck. ‘The best part of travelling is company.’
Scandalous as the harem could be, even they weren’t brazen enough to go nudist near a popular tourist area. Nathalia wore a form-fitting swimsuit. Much as she lanted covering up this ‘much’, her enormous tits simply had too much mass for her to wear a bikini and not risk them popping out.
The rest of the crew did not share that issue. Aclysia was moderately endowed, Layla was around the sa size, while Lee and Nahoa had most of their female assets packed firmly in the bottom half. All four of them wore various kinds of bikinis.
They were also all sunbathing, while John followed the male urge to work to keep the sails aligned. As with most physical work, it did not co naturally to him. He fumbled around with knots more tis than he cared to admit, before he got the hang of it. Though he wasn’t the best sailor, he was a fantastic navigator.
“This is as close as we’ll go,” John announced, then stepped out of the captain’s cabin. He took down the sail and dropped the anchor. Soon, the seafaring vessel ca to a stop in the brilliant blue sea.
They were a reasonable distance from the island, certainly far enough that no one could take offense to it. The excuse that they just wanted to do so snorkelling in the shallows would fly. Nahoa might actually do it as well. Aclysia and Lee, John was less certain about.
“Now, you know the rules-“
His joking tone was interrupted by Lee. “Just wait here, don’t touch any of the ship commands, and only have sex in the cabins, yes, we rember.”
“Fantastic,” John said, then turned to Nathalia and Layla. “You two ready?”
The dragoness stood up, stretching her divinely crafted body. “Water is not my favoured elent, but at least it is warm around here.”
“I’ll be good!” Layla assured.
“Splendid, let’s go then.” John raised his hand up and opened the Illusion Barrier. Nathalia was pulled alongside him, Layla had to follow manually. Inviting her to a Party had crossed his mind. The chanic was never used anymore because all mbers of his harem were in it automatically, but he still had it. The reason he had decided against it was that consistent exposure to his powers might just put Layla into a euphoric state that would take days to fix.
They stood on the catamaran inside the Illusion Barrier. The vehicle had been copied as a hollowed out version of itself, bereft of fuel and battery charge. That was usually how Gaia handled it when she needed to copy a vehicle over for the sake of consistent footing.
John led by example, jumping into the pleasant water. It was cooler than the sun, but far from actually cold.
Could they have found another way than swimming over? With ease. Nathalia could have flown them or John could have pulled an inflatable boat out of his inventory, to let Sylph push them across. While quicker, John was enjoying the excuse to take a nice swim in the ocean. Nathalia was similarly enjoying herself. That they were forced to take it slow for Layla was not a problem whatsoever.
The Illusion Barrier extended just far enough that they could make landfall inside its borders. Once on their feet, John reached into his inventory and pulled out three tal armbands.
They provided a very weak variety of invisibility. It was enough for them to dodge the attention of mundanes, though even that had its limitations. If they tried overt stunts like waving their hands in front of soone’s face, that would make them rapidly aware of whoever was stupid enough to pull the stunt. Similarly, it would not hide them forever if they stayed in one spot for too long. Like most forms of invisibility, it was more of a presence suppressor than ssing with physics.
The weakness of the enchantnt also ant that anyone with a smidge of Abyssal talent would be able to spot them. Either this or Layla’s aura sight would let them sniff out if any of the locals was an Awakened (or even old Abyssal).
They left the Illusion Barrier the next second. Their feet dug into the white sand as they walked. “Ready for a jog?” he asked.
“I always want to get sweaty with you!” Layla responded with blatant need.
Instinctively, he laughed. It wasn’t mocking, just taken with her bluntness. Once more leading, John began to run at a moderate, still mundane tempo. The advantage to this exercise would be their superhuman endurance.
Niihau was a small island, but it was still an island. Just walking, they would need a day to get around the entire coastline. Jogging, they could do it in around 8 hours. After concluding that circle, they’d do a probing run through the interior. If neither John’s barrier sense nor Layla picked anything up during that, they either had no one to find or they had been successfully evaded.
The annoying part was that John would have to live with the latter opportunity. Administrating an empire ant that, even with all of the magical tools at his disposal, he had to live with the fact that matters would escape his attention. There was just too much to know and to see to conceivably get to it all.
“This is the only ti I will ever say this: thank Gaia that I chose the swimsuit.”
John turned his head and almost stumbled over his own feet imdiately. Even confined by the blue swimsuit, her enormous tits bounced with every stride. A bikini would have long since been pushed up to the point of uselessness, if it would have been of any aid in the first place. Now, being an ancient dragon goddess, Nathalia’s back could sustain the repeated torque she experienced from several kilos of squishy glory jiggling about – but it clearly wasn’t comfortable.
Even with the relatively tight confinent of the swimsuit, he imagined he could hear the clapping of her tits.
Perhaps that was her fat ass though.
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‘God, she is- eyes at the front!’ John turned forward again, before he could develop his own bouncing issue.
Even turned away, he could hear the ‘boing, boing’ in the back of his head. Luckily, he was then distracted by the question of how that sound ca to be associated with titties in motion. It wasn’t even remotely similar to the smacking sounds that actually occurred. Then again, when it ca to sound design, the reality of matters was scarcely considered.
“Soooooooooooo,” Layla began to chat. “What’s your favourite bubble tea flavour?”
“Bit random, but I suppose we got nothing else to do than talk.” John tilted his head one way, then imdiately the other when he accidentally exposed his periphery to the sun. “I only had bubble tea, like, twice?”
“Really? It’s really good!” Layla said, eager to share more about herself. “Sweet and then more sweet! I love blueberry!”
“Yeah, it’s a lot of sweet. Aclysia wouldn’t be amused if I took in that many calories without her knowledge.”
“But she’s your maid, right?”
“More accurate to say that I’m her Master, to be honest…” John chuckled, realizing the aning of his words was obscure. “What I’m trying to say is that she definitely has the pants on when it cos to the household. I, wise as I am, do not test her on this. She knows more about my diet than I do.”
Nathalia weighed in, “She has a compendium on what als usually cause what moods in each of us.”
“Really?!” Layla sounded extrely excited. “Is there, like, a superfood that makes the entire harem horny all at once?”
“Well, if she wanted to, she could pour aphrodisiac oil all over the als… in fact, I am sowhat certain she seasoned one of the pans with it.”
“She did,” Nathalia confird.
“You know a lot about Aclysia’s kitchen?” John was actually sowhat surprised. “Did a detail about the relations among my won fly under my radar?”
“You don’t need to know everything,” the dragoness remarked.
“But I want to know everything!” the Gar declared.
Sothing about that put a smile and a blush on Nathalia’s face. Even mid-jog, she twirled one of her bright orange tresses around her finger. “One of your more admirable qualities…. It began with making demands of Aclysia on what to cook for next. Over ti, as I beca less of a… parasite upon what was your household, I shifted to asking and then conversing.”
John nodded, taking in that little fact about his harettes and adding it to the vast collection he already had. At tis, the social network developed quicker than he could keep up with. He delighted in that. There was a point of closeness at which matters threatened to beco… boring was the wrong word. Stagnant? That also felt an.
It was good to have motion.
“Fun fact about Aclysia’s observation,” John continued. “Assuming you would like to learn one?”
“I would LOVE to learn ANYTHING and EVERYTHING about you and our harem!” Layla’s voice went up and down. In her excitent, she didn’t even notice she had committed the verbal sin again. John was in too good of a mood to point it out.
“Apparently I get extra horny about eight hours after eating peas,” John told Layla.
“Oh, interesting! As horny as Nathalia gets after eating ice cream?”
“Huh?” Nathalia stared at the reford stalker. “What are you talking about, creeping one?”
“Every ti you’re with John and you eat ice cream, you get on his dick imdiately after,” Layla said all of that like she was sharing a commonly known fact about bananas. “If it’s chocolate ice cream, you get extra raunchy.”
“I am simply a lustful woman,” Nathalia stated.
“Nonononono!” the reforming stalker denied with the haste of one that knew much better. “Every ti, without fail, after you have ice cream, you have sex after. Penetrative sex, no blow jobs, no tits jobs, proper sex!”
“How do you know?” John asked, giving the brunette a bit of side-eye. “Usually when Nathy has ice cream, we are in public.”
“Awwww, do we have to pretend I don’t make sure you’re safe when you suddenly get dragged into a tent or side room or whatever?” Layla lanted. “I thought we were past all of that! Obviously, I had my ear to the door!” A depraved smile spread on her lips. “It takes you 12 minutes on average to cum even when you an to be quick! That’s soooo impressive!”
John wasn’t going to ask how she knew that. He was self-aware enough that he made particular grunts during climax. The harettes liked it that way. Didn’t take a stalker to recognize that pattern. It did take an obsessed mind to make a statistic on it though.
“Still not a fan of you doing that behind everyone’s back,” John reminded her.
“A foul pattern,” Nathalia agreed.
Layla’s expression darkened at the criticism. Even coming directly from John, she was visibly annoyed at the suggestion that anyone would keep her from learning anything about her obsession. “…Whatever,” she hissed.
They continued to jog for a little bit, before Nathalia broke the silence, “I prefer… peach.”
“Huh?” Layla was confused, but she quickly caught on. “Oh, the bubble tea flavour? Thank you for telling ! I’ll add that to all the other facts I know about all of you!” If she had been anyone else, the degree of enthusiasm would have been misunderstood as sarcasm. “Surprised you suddenly ca out with that.”
“It’s the weave of banter,” John told her. “It’s just how we talk amongst ourselves. Conversations drift, then they stop, you jump back to a previous topic, all of that.”
“Yeah, I’ve heard a lot of it, just haven’t been part of it nearly enough.”
‘And it remains to be seen how much you will be part of it,’ John thought. ‘Nathalia picked well to take her along though. At this point, she only gets overwheld by pleasure when she’s relaxed. When she has anything to put her mind to, she shows basically no symptoms whatsoever.’
John had no doubt that his presence was still stirring things under the proverbial hood. Primarily, though, Layla was actually doing as she had promised to and spent more of her ti scanning the land for signs of anything than she did studying his back muscles. In fact, she was spending less ti on that than he would have staring at her posterior if positions were reversed.
‘A confusing knot of obsession and reliability, that one,’ he thought.
Layla ca to an abrupt stop. “Wait!” she shouted. John and Nathalia’s heels dug into the sand. They both looked at the brunette. Her hazel eyes were directed at sothing in the distance. She raised a hand, tracing sothing no one else could see. Her index finger extended, uncertainly at first, gradually growing more confident. “Soone is hiding themselves.” She pointed at the island's interior. “That way.”
“After you,” John told her.
“Will you protect , perfect man?” she asked flirtatiously. Despite her tone, her eyes remained locked on target, focused at sothing that was evidently difficult to keep in her vision.
“Obviously,” he promised.
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