Grinding and a shower later, leaving the Soulpotion in the living room to pick it up in the morning, John went to his room. He fully expected it to be filled with female forms, either writhing or just eagerly awaiting his arrival, he had offered to make this an orgy night after all. Not that his offer greatly changed things, at the very least Sylph and Nathalia wanted to have him every day and the rest of his harem wasn’t exactly coy either.
The last few, relatively grindless, days had seen his dick getting a lot of use. When he was actively chasing levels a whole day, there wasn’t a lot of ti to spend on his favourite activity. Although, to be fair, he had had so much sex at this point that it beca a bit dull.
No, that wasn’t the correct way to say it. John still loved sex in all of its shapes (barring the most extre and/or unhygienic ones), just the wonder of it had been lost. That flare of a newfound, wonderful feeling. When he had first been able to have sex, he and Rave had went at it at most given opportunities; nowadays, they were still doing it almost daily, but they didn’t go ahead whenever they could.
The main reason for that was that they all were pretty busy recently. Aside from Thana and Nathalia, everyone was involved in so sort of training or other activities such as housekeeping. There were no days on which John and Rave could just chill in her room the whole ti, switching between making out and taking breaks from what ca after making out. So, on top of the initial wonder of sex having worn off, they had less ti for it.
What all of this culminated in was that John still had about as much sex in a week as other already sexually active people had in a year, when he had ti for it and nightly orgies as well as quickies spread over the day when he didn’t.
He and his girls, of which there were many, still had above average libidos and John the ability to go every five minutes. The lack of the initial flare did not make sex an unenjoyable way to spend their ti. The last week had him with at least SO free ti, which had ended with initially ntioned increased mileage on his cock.
When he went to his bedroom, he actually did not anticipate sleeping for the next half an hour, at least. The firm conviction he held was that there would be between two (Sylph and Nathalia were a very horny pair) and eleven girls waiting for him there, usually already playing with each other.
Last he expected was to find only one girl there, and that girl being not his pink-haired girlfriend but Undine, who had actually been staying out of these sessions since her transformation.
“I asked everyone else to give us so space,” the water spirit read his thoughts. His surprise was quickly replaced with a pleasant warmth in his heart. It seed Undine was ready to leave the last bit of her incident behind.
“You did?” John wondered, wandering over to the bed.
He was already naked from the shower, and his impressive physique glinted with the remainder of oil spread over his skin, slowly sinking in. Oiling himself up was a habit Nathalia was getting him into, apparently it made him sll better or sothing. He didn’t care all that much; all he knew was that it didn’t take a lot of ti and that his skin felt amazing.
A lot of his girls had put changes into his life that he would have previously raised an eyebrow to that he now asked himself how he ever did without. Rave had started that trend by demanding that he keep his genitals well-shaven (the incentive here had been that he wouldn’t have gotten blowjobs otherwise).
That had escalated, over ti, to the point where he would just shave everything that was below the neckline. That was a thing he wouldn’t be able to keep up without the magical wonder that was abyssal shampoo. One ti shaving and now, as long as he kept applying that product, he wouldn’t be re-growing hair. Now he could feel the warmth of four girls cuddling up to him on his body unobstructed.
Then Lydia had recently sent him to get a haircut. The ear-length, slightly ssy thing on his head that had been maintained by showers and his hat’s Untouchable had made room for a short cut style. It wasn’t quite militaristic, despite Lydia saying that function was the only true fashion, but fairly short nonetheless. Pri advantage here was that he was looking like a badass (and that hair never got into his eyes during battle).
Nathalia’s suggestion to use oil on himself after showers had co two days ago, and all of his girls had been completely on-board once they had witnessed the result with all their senses. Glistening abs did do things to a girl, John had never quite anticipated. The smoothness of his skin also made him the preferred target of night cuddles. There was nothing quite as satisfying as waking up under a blanket of female forms.
The last major effect was the sll. Rich and thick, it barely registered with his own nostrils after half an hour, but John had noticed subtle changes in how close everyone wanted to sit next to him even if they weren’t horny. Undine obviously wasn’t unbothered either, nervously rubbing the tips of her slender fingers together as the sll of the oil reached her.
There had been other small changes as well. The difference between inhabiting a well-maintained, healthy body and one tortured by sitting in a chair and eating junk food all day was incredible. He was powerful, confident and looked the part.
He was pretty certain he could have whoever he wanted, but he was absolutely happy with what he already had. Save the Nia situation, he wanted that blonde. The fact that she had co into his bed twice since their first encounter gave him hope there.
But right now, there was Undine, and he should concentrate on her. He climbed on the bed where the sli girl was lying already. “So, you asked for us to be alone?” he soon was above her; the blind elental averted her eyes in embarrassnt. Seeing a sli girl blush was as interesting as always, and he lowered his lips.
She had the faintly sweet taste of fresh water, and it only took a mont for her to press against him. Greedily they went at each other, the wanderer in the desert and the oasis. They were both either and none. John pulled back after a mont.
A strand of saliva replacing goo connected their outstretched tongues, treading the fine line between being uncomfortably dense and too watery. It ripped off as John formulated so more words, “I hoped you would do that eventually.”
This was the first ti the two of them were truly alone since that fateful night took place. Not because John hadn’t wanted them to be, but because the water spirit had been going out of her way to dodge whatever opportunity he had given her.
That Undine would go ahead and actually both ask everyone else to give her the night and do it on her own volition made John doubly proud. He leaned in to kiss her azure lips again, sealing her answer for a few more precious monts.
Knowing that he would like it already, John wanted her to say it knowing that she was loved. He poured all of his emotions about her into that kiss and through their ntal connection. There was no more ire there, not even a bit of remaining annoyance about her past actions. What he had seen was her trying to better herself: she spent less ti on her own, she talked more, and was open with what she wanted.
And just like he opened up to her, Undine t him with her own clarity. That she was hypocritical and that she didn’t know how to help herself at tis. That she was not as serene as she herself liked to believe and that she still had to prove herself to everyone else. Beyond her doubts, however, she knew that she loved him and her sisters dearly, and that certainty gave her sothing to hold onto.
All the while, their tongues whirled around each other, hers a sloshing of water with a solid outline. When they finally departed again, it was only a slight gap that allowed them to exchange words between small kisses.
“I am sorry that it took this long,” Undine whispered, clearly flustered.
“Just take as long as you need to,” he answered with a smirk, gliding a hand over her voluptuous curves; “I know you are still getting used to this new body.”
“Y-yes,” she panted with lust as he reached her chest and gently squeezed. “I would love you to help with that, John,” she delivered a wonderful line.
“How would I do that?” he already had a pretty good idea, which is why his right thumb circled the area at the top of her lush chest where he would guess a nipple to be.
In response, Undine ford one out of her amorphous body. “Just make feel as much as you want to.”
Now that was a condition he could get behind. “I will explore this body of yours in detail then,” he grinned. “Just to get to know what I am playing with.” After a last quick peck, John made good on his announcent and began his close inspection on her body.
This was more than just sexually exciting: just like his first inspection of Nia’s body marks, it tickled the fancy of his analytical mind. What would make her squeal in delight and how would she feel around his cock now that her body density was slightly different? The fact that she had stayed celibate for so long now made her an object of desire for John.
He started traditionally by licking her breasts. Her surface, John hesitated to call it skin, was smooth as clear glass. She was an untouched pond that John was happy to disrupt by sucking on her right nipple.
It was nothing more than a wilfully created protrusion. While her form was apparently naked, it lacked both the round crowns sitting on top of the twin hills upon a woman’s chest and lower lips. Both of those, Undine could easily fix by herself, however.
John’s groping got rougher as he sucked her nipple deeper into his mouth. Her breasts were unnaturally firm, barely even sloped despite being in the ‘pretty big’ category. Thus, they barely even stretched as he was continuing. They were, however, a wonderful feeling underneath his fingers, being both incredibly soft and satisfying to squeeze. They were, in a sense, the ultimate stress balls.
Eventually, her nipple ca free with a wet popping sound. “You still have the ability to move your sensitive areas wherever you like, huh?” he asked and flicked the tip of her breasts with his left hand. In response, Undine let out a gasping moan.
It was slightly overplayed, the otherwise so quiet elental forcing herself to make erotic sounds. She was a talented actress in this regard though, so John didn’t mind. His goal was to make even the most debauched cries she was going to make genuine.
“Yes, John,” she panted. Even if her reaction was overdone, she couldn’t be faking that she was getting pretty turned on; “You could put your cock into whatever part of my body fancies you the most, and I would enjoy it all the sa.”
“Mhm, tempting, but I enjoy things in the regular ways. No need to get too creative with anatomy,” John trailed his hand off her breasts and down her stomach. “I like all of these curves, but there are a couple of places that I prefer to have my dick in,” he comnted as he reached her belly.
Her flat stomach had no outline of muscles or anything like that. It was just a smooth surface interrupted by a belly button. Why she had that, John didn’t truly understand. A quick exchange of thought with Undine revealed it to be aesthetic reasons.
“I thought you would like it more,” she said, John halting in his movents over her left side for a mont.
“I guess I do,” his answer ca a mont later.
He didn’t want anyone to deviate too much from the female form, which he personally regarded to be attractive in most shapes and sizes. A belly button wasn’t the crucial difference there, but it would indeed have been slightly weird if her stomach had had no details.
No details aside from that red scar that wound down her right side. “Does this feel any different?” John asked as he carefully stroked the intricate lines on her blue form. This was an uncomfortable topic for both of them. However, he would not let this fester; the reality of the situation was that the scar was there and they would have to live with it.
“It feels numb,” Undine answered; “Like you are touching through a layer of cotton.” Nodding, John retracted his hand from the scar and put his forehead against the part above her chest where the lines started winding up her neck. “What are you doing?” the water spirit asked.
“Just reminding you that I am here,” he whispered and raised his head to smile at her a mont later.
The gesture seed to slightly miss the target, as Undine seed more amused than reassured. A little laugh escaped her spirit, while her mouth stayed closed in a wide smile. While her lips were a wonderful curve and her teeth perfect, the lack of any colour distinction between them made the whole thing look alien.
But even alien things could easily be beautiful. John ended his left hand’s journey down to her crotch. “This is where I prefer to put my cock,” he said, slipping two fingers between the perfect recreation of pussy lips.
She was as wet as a fountain and moaned loudly as the gap in her sli clamped down on John’s fingers with incredibly tightness. The only people that could even hope of creating this perfect, form-fitting shape were her and Aclysia. Momo probably could have done it as well, but her interest in these things wasn’t big enough to have ever tried.
“I wonder who between you two would be able to be tighter,” John pondered as he masturbated the blue sli girl. His other hand trailed through her droopy hair, a liquid that parted only into a few segnts. John had thought it to be a normal part of her body that had simply taken a particular shape, but as he brushed through the part that partly covered her right eye and the scar surrounding it, he was proven wrong.
It was almost completely fluid, barely more than water that he dipped into and that then stuck to his hand as he moved it aside. John kissed the spot underneath her eye where the last line of the scar ended. “You don’t need to hide this, you are beautiful,” he whispered.
This ti it worked like a charm, with Undine trembling both from lust and love at the comnt and John’s continuing work on her quivering quim. “I love you,” the water spirit suddenly burst out and wrapped her arms around him.
The surface of her arms and hair was less stable than her chest and upper legs. Drops ran down like molten wax on a candlestick, only to be reabsorbed into the mass of her body. It gave her an unstable look, like she was the primal version of a water spirit. The contrast between her quiet deanour, her perfectly swung, ladylike face and that incomplete look on her limbs was strangely enticing. Reflecting her personality, in a way, even.
John didn’t mind that her arms were a bit sticky because of the drops. Sex, with all of its virtues, was always a bit icky with all of the fluids that were going around. At least Undine wouldn’t leave any of them on him.
They were lost in another kiss. Between her mouth greedily eting his, their lips and tongues wrestling, and her pussy, John wasn’t quite sure which got more wet in the process. ‘I will keep my hair this way,’ Undine spoke into his mind with a horny and honest voice, ‘but not because of the scar, but because I want to feel you brush it aside again.’
He could completely live with that reasoning. “If you want to use the traditional holes,” Undine finally broke the kiss, “I do have two more.”
“Two?” John could clearly see one of them, her lips were glistening seductively. The other could have only been… “How would you even create a backdoor?”
“I can surely take your past experience and manipulate the texture of the hole accordingly,” Undine stated, grabbing his hand and showing him rather than talking even more. She guided him between the pressed together, juicy arse cheeks resting on the mattress until he hit the rim of a back entrance.
Curious, he pressed against it until he managed to get inside. Undine practically scread in response once he did. As she was right next to his ear, that rang inside his head quite a bit. The fact that her voice was the musical perfection of an opera songstress did not help in this instance.
“Sorry,” Undine mumbled, and the reason for that violent reaction beca clear through their bond. With that high density of sli creating a hole, a large amount of her sensitive sli was concentrated in that area as well.
“How far can you even push this?” John wondered as he pulled his finger out of her tight asshole.
“I… I don’t know,” she answered after slight hesitation.
“Mhm, okay then, let’s find out,” John sat up and issued a single command. “Roll over.”
Undine obeyed, and John took a mont to marvel at her ass, just because that was a thing he liked to look at. Blue, red, white or black, John would never not look at the perfect asses of the won of the world and not wish to tap that.
Which was exactly why he slapped it once. Admiring the jiggle of her gelatine behind, he then moved up to the head end of the bed. His cock, coated in pre-cum from the prolonged foreplay, hovered in front of Undine’s face.
The usually so lancholic and controlled face was heavily flustered, golden eyes staring blankly ahead. Too horny to even care about the illusion of sight, the ocean elental only concentrated on the fact that they were finally going to have sex. Her mouth opened wide as John grabbed the stubby, horn-like growths at the side of her head.
They were the only part of her body that had a different shade of blue, being as dark as the sea at night and solid like a piece of plastic. While they did bend a bit under the strong grip, it didn’t seem unpleasant for Undine. John went ahead and used them as his handles as he rocked his hips forwards, pushing his dick right into her already eagerly waiting mouth.
The idea John had presented his horny water spirit was quite simple: she would steadily increase the amount of sensitive tissue in her mouth and throat as they went on. At the start, it was only the bit that she put there to make kissing enjoyable.
John thrust back and forth, fucking her face with strong thrusts that he would have put on nearly no one else. It was only because she was made of sli that he was this rough with her; with anybody else (except Thana and Nathalia), he would have hesitated to just slam his cock down her throat over and over again.
But with Undine and her throat, which was there only to be fucked in the first place, gripping onto his dick like a slimy sleeve, he didn’t feel the need to hold back. With each passing mont Undine also enjoyed it more and more, her blind eyes just blankly rolling around as her body beca a limp, quivering ss.
John could see his dick as it travelled back and forth, through her translucent body. It was so strangely satisfying. “Do you like this? Does it feel good?” John grunted. “Regret being celibate for so long yet?” The answer to all of those was an onslaught of orgasmic pleasure wrecking Undine’s mind.
John wasn’t sure when it happened, having been too caught up in his own pleasure, but the water spirit was experiencing a new orgasm each ti his long cock went all the way into her. Her throat must have been more sensitive than other people’s whole body. Now that he had opened his mind to it, her overbearing multi-orgasmic pleasure indirectly pushed John right up to the edge.
He slamd all the way into her, pulling her over his at like a simple container for his lust, before watching as sen spewed forth from his cock. It shot into her, gathering in small pockets that were quickly dissolved. The mana that was unleashed in the process pushed Undine into a state beyond thought where all she wanted to do was keep sucking his cock until the last bit of his tasty fluids had been spent inside her.
As it was so often with magic based or sensitive creatures, devouring mana like this was a great source of pleasure. Only when her water-based form had sucked his cock so clean that no shower in the world could have kept up did she let him go.
“Fucking hell,” John exhaled when he felt the air on his head again. “That was one of the best blowjobs I ever got.” Despite having only co once, he felt quite drained. Sitting back against the wall, he recalled all the other fun activities that he had gone through on this bed.
‘Do you want this to be an orgy?’ Undine, recovering quicker than he had expected, asked.
“Orgies are pretty fun, but us two having so ti together is sothing that was long overdue. So why don’t we keep it this way?” ‘I think we could do both an orgy and have just us two here,’ Undine responded ntally, before he could ask the scene unfolded before his eyes.
The sli girl pulled together into an amorphous blob, and then John bore witness to the most beautiful thing imaginable as it stretched out and separated into a mass of several dozen Undines. The bed and even part of the floor was suddenly covered in copies of the naked, voluptuous sli girls.
So of them were still connected, others moved on their own. “Are all of these you?” John asked.
“”YES,“” the simultaneous answer from all of the musical voices at once was quite loud. “Yes,” a single Undine to his right answered. She signalled her apologies ntally, “I have never done this before. It is hard to navigate.”
“I can imagine,” John said, watching one of the slightly distanced copies collapse into a puddle and creep back into the closer mass. The scene stabilized slowly, John’s attention being stretched. All of these copies moved and posed in sensual manners, pushing out their peach shaped behinds, playing with their tits, masturbating and moaning.
“I am getting the hang of this, slowly,” the ocean elental to his right, the designated speaking copy, whispered into his ear. In the anwhile, John still wasn’t quite sure where in this ocean of attractive sli girl clones he was supposed to look. He was experiencing the very real dilemma of being surrounded with too much pornographic material.
“Just drown in tits, please,” John finally requested, and the Undines chuckled as one. Their bodies lded together wherever there wasn’t enough room, covering John to the neck in the gooey forms. It was deeply relaxing; she was warm like a perfectly heated blanket.
Better yet, surrounding him on all sides were the giant, lon-sized tits and smiling faces. He moved his arms out of the writhing sli around him to wrap them around the curves that stuck out of the mass. As he was pushing his face into the cleavages that were pressed into his face, suckling on tits and gently biting nipples, his fingers dug into asses he couldn’t even see.
After a few minutes of this wonderful buffet, the Undines around him shifted their positions to allow him to see another one of herself forming above his crotch. Having simply been enveloped for the last few minutes, his cock was now suddenly inside a vagina that had been made around it.
John moaned, and so did the Undines, less universally as their moans slowly beca individual. “Yes,” moaned one. “Fuck ,” continued another. “I need this.” “I wanted this.” “Now you are filling .” “You are so big.” “I only ever want you inside , John.” “Give more of your seed, I love the feeling of you cumming inside .”
Dirty talk reached his ears from everywhere on the bed as the Undine on top of him rose and fell on his cock. He could hardly deny all of them what they wanted, and so he did his best to move his own hips in a matching rhythm.
He was in so kind of underwater heaven. That must have been it. His wish to be drowned in tits must have beco true, and now he was facing the sa thing as his eternal reward. At least a dozen Undines were serving his body. There were tits wherever he looked, kisses wherever he wanted them, one Undine was suckling on his fingers while another was licking his nipples.
The best thing about all of this was that Undine was getting off on it as well. Even sothing as simple as kissing him could be hellish pleasure if she decided to move a lot of her sensitive area to her lips, and the sli girl had absolutely decided to get as much out of this as possible.
Everything John touched made her shiver, moan and scream with delight. Everything he kissed and grabbed made her quiver, groan and shout with ecstasy. Everything John thrusted into made her tremble, cry and burst out with lust.
Her pussy was clamping down on him with such utter tightness that the fact that they could still move was unbelievable. Flowing over his surface, the liquidness of her body stroked each and every inch of his dick. “Fuck,” John moaned; “You are the tightest of my girls, no doubt.” “Do you like it?” one Undine sensually breathed these words into his ear as another took his chin and kissed him deeply. He could only answer by throwing all of his approval at the current situation through their ntal connection.
“Ah, John, I can’t stop cumming,” one of them bemoaned. “Ah, please, please don’t stop.” “I don’t want this to stop.” “I missed this so.” “Why did I wait this long to taste this again?” “I have no idea,” his voice felt almost lost amongst the debauched thoughts of all the sli girls, “but I will give you much more, just stay with forever.” “Until the end of everything!” “Master!” “Summoner!” “John, my love!” she promised and caused John to cum into her again.
The Undines all stopped moving, as the feeling of John’s seed spurting into her rippled through their single consciousness and caused them to erotically scream in a one-girl symphony. Her ceaseless orgasms topped into a single, mind-consuming wave that mixed with John’s.
The mont of a shared orgasm, stronger than anything the male body was ant to experience, caused his body to simply shoot all of his topped off balls into her in one burst. A load several tis what a normal man should be able to have shot into Undine and made the whole situation even worse. More mana was taken in, causing the shared note that resonated in the room to beco higher and higher pitched.
In the back of his mind, John was afraid the glasses would burst, but that thought process was buried under layers upon layers of pleasure. His thoughts were blank, his field of view only filled with Undine’s tits and the central one of her copies writhing on his cock as so instinctual part of the water elental’s mind managed to keep the up and down of her hips running even as nothing else worked anymore.
Finally, all of the Undines collapsed as John did. He could feel how sleep knocked on his mind. It was late and whatever energy had remained in his body had left him with all of his seed. Undine, as well, was tired and flowed back together into a single body.
“This was wonderful,” she whispered, her lids heavy as she placed John’s head on her soft bosom.
“It was… this… is the best… pillow,” John struggled to finish that sentence before they both fell asleep.
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