The weekend ca and went without unexpected developnts. Monday noon, the Gar, along with a fair number of his girls, teleported to the White House. From there, they went to another part of town where John had rented a place to store his cars at. It was a sizable garage filled with automobiles of the regular and magical variety. He shared the building with a couple other people of influence, Magoi, Chemilia and Ted to na a few, to have a convenient place to keep their cars away from mundane eyes. It was a recently founded service that had sought out John and he was happy with it so far. Aside from providing a parking space, they also kept the cars clean and had ergency chanics on hand. In return, they got a sizable bit of rent.
John needed all of that, since his car collection had only grown. He owned a duplicate of almost every kind of vehicle, from trucks to bubble cars, one of which he kept here in DC and the other around the mundane side of New York. The only thing he did not have two of was the vehicle they stepped towards right now.
From the outside, it was one beast of a bus. It was several tres tall and more than twice as long as a regular car. That still put it on the shorter side as far as buses were concerned, a deliberate decision. The longer the bus, the harder it would be to manoeuvre through inner city roads, with or without a flexible middle segnt. As it currently was, the rectangular vehicle still managed to drive on four wheels. Low bridges would be more of a concern than intersections.
The entire thing was of a sleek design. Sturdy, dark blue coverings, massive wheels of thick rubber, black painted bits of the barely visible chassis and darkened windows all combined for the feeling of a real celebrity vehicle. For all of its elegant design and rounded corners, the bus sadly couldn’t completely shake off the feeling of a bread bin. The amount of extra that would have been needed to introduce to the outside to destroy that impression would have made it unfit for the road.
“Beatrice, you’re driving,” the Gar decided, while pulling the key to that truck out of his inventory. It was more of a remote with a tal stick attached than an actual key. A single press and the two doors of the bus unlocked, both at the right side of the bus, one at the driver’s cabin and one towards the back. There was also a hatch at the side for a store room used for backpacks and the like, but none of them had anything to put in there.
To get inside faster, they separated into two groups. John, Aclysia, Beatrice, Nia and Rave went in through the front, Gno, Undine, Salamander, Siena and Sylph through the back. Leading the way, John walked up the staircase that brought him to the driver’s seat. There was a single passenger seat next to it, existing purely so the driver could get so company. The driver’s cabin was equipped with all sorts of goodies and technical equipnt for comfort, driving security and adjusting the living conditions inside the actual truck. All of the buttons were smoothly integrated into the plastic coverings. Faux wood broke up the monotony of simple black.
Beatrice took the key from John and sat down on the driver’s seat. John was montarily enamoured with the way her fat ass spilled on the leather, then he managed to be instead enticed by the butt of Aclysia as she walked past him and into the living area of the custom-built bus. Both of them were wearing tight pants, making the displays just so mouth watering.
“Aclysia will replace you after the first hour,” John inford her.
“Statent: I am anticipating my turn to be fucked,” Beatrice bluntly responded while she adjusted the seat to fit her perfectly.
The driver’s cabin was separated from the inside of the truck by a door. It led into a mundanely large mobile ho area. There was a table, a small kitchen, a sofa, and a staircase that led up to the second story, all cramd together into the size of the truck alongside a bedroom, a bathroom and other necessary bits. All of it was luxurious and spacious enough that John felt he could have lived in this bus without any issues. Regardless, it wasn’t the true extent of space available. It was the mana free front if they should ever be inspected for whatever reason.
On the opposite side of the wall, technically behind Beatrice, was a control panel. There were the usual buttons for heat control, airflow and the like. One button, enchanted to be invisible to mundane eyes, depicted an expanding square. John pressed it and then walked away. The room they were in didn’t change; it would have eliminated the reason to have a front if it changed into what they needed to hide. Instead, they headed upstairs.
They had to go through another door at the top of the staircase. Folded spaces were more mana efficient the better they were sealed off from the outside world. More than five tis larger than it should have been, the apartnt they then entered into had another kitchen, couch, bedroom and everything they could have wanted, just without the cramped feeling.
A large mana generator was set inside one of the walls, clearly visible from any position of the room. A blue LED bar next to it indicated how well-charged the car was. An industry grade mana battery was used to fuel both the dinsional folding and the engine. Albeit the bus was completely able to run on gas as well, mana was just more convenient. It was necessary to keep the Mobile Barrier running as well.
The display had them down to their last third, so John strolled over and offered so of his mana to be absorbed. He had to just let the machine take what it needed, rather than actively pouring himself. Doing so could have busted the entire thing, due to the absurd amount of magical energy he had.
Most of the girls spread through the room, inspecting things. The furniture of the room was generally of so variety of plastic or other light material. At the sa ti, everything that could be bolted in place was. The idea behind those design decisions was to minimize the harm that could co from a crash. A broken off piece of steel propelled to the speed of a car was sothing that could harm even the superhumans inside the car, as they currently were. That aside, it would just be a ss to clean up everything if they ever needed to apply the ergency brakes.
“I’m going to chat with Beatrice,” Undine announced, currently in her gothic beauty shape, and turned to walk back down the stairs.
“Ya an you’re going to friendly silence at each other,” Rave joked.
She didn’t get a response. Not from Undine, anyway. “Silence isn’t a word you just verbify like that,” John needed to point out.
“It is now.”
“Pretty sure you don’t control the English language.”
“Pretty sure I’m the girlfriend of the guy conquering the largest English-speaking area in the world,” Rave returned. “Maybe I’ll just beco the patron of the Fusion Dictionary and insist that they add silence as a common verb, hmmm?”
“Maybe you will, but you haven’t yet,” John scolded her and gave her a nice smack on the ass. She was practically inviting him to, currently bent forwards to slide out of her pants.
Nia walked past them, already nude, and opened the fridge. “It’s fully stocked,” she said, managing to deliver a sliver of her amazent at that fact through her voice. Pulling out sothing, she inspected the food item a bit more closely. “Military rations?”
“As much as I would like to, I do not have the ti to check the food in the bus every week,” Aclysia answered, the black draining from her hair as she discarded her mundane disguise. The elental girls followed her example. “As such, I stocked it with items that could last for several years.”
“That’s because you’re a smart girl,” John complinted the weaponized maid, who received a headpat soon thereafter. “The best, even.”
“Thank you, Master,” she purred, while leaning into the motion. She continued to do so until her head rested on his shoulder. “Do you desire ?”
“Of course I do,” John said, now the only person in the room still wearing clothing. “Let’s sit down and cuddle a bit first though.”
“Also let’s turn the thermostat up,” Rave begged, distracting her boyfriend before he could get to the couch. “I’m freezing. Proof.” She pointed at her hard nipples.
“Cum,” John commanded her. Raising an eyebrow, his girlfriend remained un-moaning. “Just testing that you aren’t just horny, like usual,” he teased.
“If I was horny, I’d be all over your dick already, tiger.” She winked and wiggled her hips. She was turned towards him, but the shifting of her midriff and breasts was almost as attractive as seeing her butt jiggle anyway. “Not like ya can resist .”
“I totally can,” John responded.
“Oh really?” she slurred and walked over. Already, he felt the confinent of his pants a bit tighter. Putting a hand on his chest and leaning against him, Rave made big eyes and gasped, “John, I love you.” His cock twitched, against his best attempt at putting his willpower against it. “You’re all I will ever need. Every bit of is aching for you. Please, just… let kiss you!” She stretched up, her hands travelling downwards. John was ready to et her sultry, pink lips halfway. Then his hard-on was grabbed. “AHA!” she triumphantly declared and pulled back.
“Oy!” he protested. “No denying kisses!”
“Too bad, I win, I get to dictate the rules,” Rave cheekily responded, swinging her hips even more when she turned around and made her way to the thermostat. “I say we pull things up to thirty degrees. Winter sucks.”
“It’s fall,” John drily pointed out.
“There are only three seasons, silly,” Rave said and counted on her hands. “First, there is winter, which sucks and is cold and rainy and snowy.” She extended her index finger. Her thumb followed directly after. “B, there is pre-sumr, which is a bit better but still not hot enough.” She pulled the index finger in again and turned her hand into a thumbs-up. “Finally, there is sumr, which is the only good ti of the year.”
John had nothing to respond and was distracted by Siena suddenly pressing against his left side anyway. “If you want a kiss, I can fill the part.” Her seductively smooth voice reignited his horniness and happily he pulled towards her. Full lips parted to reveal dangerous fangs. “I love you too.” She held onto his arm and pressed her boobs against his shoulder. “You’re too attractive and too powerful to be compared to any other man…” their lips were almost touching, “…daddy.”
John pulled back, his boner successfully weakened and a giggling Siena dancing away from him. “What is this poison you’re trying to inject into my mind?!” he roared. Around him, a steady buzzing began to shake the room. The bus had finally started moving. “Seriously, where did my harem of willing sex slaves go? All of you were ‘let’s suck master’s cock’ last ti we had sex in a car! Can we go back to that?”
Rave’s response was to laugh along with Siena; Sylph and Salamander joined in as well. Grumbling, John decided to stay with the good girls for now and settled on the couch with Aclysia and Gno. “I would never deny you kisses, Master,” the weaponized maid whispered before he claid her lips. That was a little bit of relief, at least.
“I-I honestly thought it was kind of funny,” Gno let her thoughts be known, even as she offered herself for kisses with barely hidden want.
“I, too, enjoy the occasional toying with Master,” Aclysia added, while John’s tongue wrestled with that of the autumn elental. “Admittedly, I would rarely do so myself. Serving you is my ultimate happiness.”
“Ya fucking know he likes it.” Salamander grinned, walking towards the couch and giving John sothing new to apply his lips to by bowing forwards. Her massive tits dangled in front of him. There was so much plot to put his face into.
“I absholutehly hate it,” his muffled voice rang out from inside of her cleavage. He was pulled in deeper by Salamander, who ran her fingers through his hair. She radiated heat, accelerating the process of warming up the room to the Rave-approved levels.
“Sure you do, stud.” She grinned, showing her own fangs.
John was distantly aware of another pair of hands, Nia judging by the calm movents of the slender fingers, opening the zipper of his pants. Monts later, his erection was deep inside her throat. ‘And here I wanted to take it slow, but no, surrounded by total nymphomaniacs,’ he sarcastically complained inside his mind. He managed to get his face out of Salamander’s boobs for long enough. “Aclysia, could you be a dear and prepare so food? We’ll be on the road for a while.”
“At once, Master,” the weaponized maid diligently responded, but inched away with a bit of a pout on her face.
“Aclysia, prepare us so food,” John repeated, this ti as a command. “If I’m happy with you, I will give you a reward.”
“Gladly, Master,” she responded with more enthusiasm. Her body was already flushing due to the effect his orders had on her and the anticipation of the reward. Although she could have sex with him whenever they both wanted, which was all the ti, she was still easily pleased by framing in such a fashion. Aclysia was a hardworking girl and she wanted to earn his affection. John loved her all the more for it.
“I’ll try to help ya,” Rave announced and followed Aclysia into the kitchen. “Gotta make myself useful sotis.”
“Mistress, this will not be necessary,” the maid assured.
“Sure it ain’t, but I still wanna do it,” the Lightbearer returned, placing a quick kiss on the white-haired woman’s cheek. “Just tell what to do. I can do so basic stuff. Also don’t call mistress, ya lovable thing.”
“Alright, Jane.” Aclysia smiled, the two standing round butt to round butt in the kitchen.
It was going to be a very short drive.
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