Chapter 310 – Sticky Stuff [Erotic Content]

Chapter 310 – Sticky Stuff [Erotic Content]

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 time to spend on his favourite activity. Although, to be fair, he had had so much sex at this point that it became 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 extreme 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 some 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 time, switching between making out and taking breaks from what came after making out. So, on top of the initial wonder of sex having worn off, they had less time 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 time 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 time. The last week had him with at least SOME free time, which had ended with initially mentioned 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 some space,” the water spirit read his thoughts. His surprise was quickly replaced with a pleasant warmth in his heart. It seemed 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 smell better or something. He didn’t care all that much; all he knew was that it didn’t take a lot of time 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 time, 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 time 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 messy 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. Prime 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 come 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 smell. 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 smell 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.Findd new stories on nov/e(l)bin(.)com

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 come 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 slime girl was lying already. “So, you asked for us to be alone?” he soon was above her; the blind elemental averted her eyes in embarrassment. Seeing a slime 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 moment 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 moment.

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 some more words, “I hoped you would do that eventually.”

This was the first time 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 moments.

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 mental 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 time on her own, she talked more, and was open with what she wanted.

And just like he opened up to her, Undine met him with her own clarity. That she was hypocritical and that she didn’t know how to help herself at times. 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 something 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 me 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 me 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 formed one out of her amorphous body. “Just make me 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 announcement 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.

The usually so melancholic and controlled face was heavily flustered, golden eyes staring blankly ahead. Too horny to even care about the illusion of sight, the ocean elemental 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 slime 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 moment Undine also enjoyed it more and more, her blind eyes just blankly rolling around as her body became a limp, quivering mess.

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 time 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 slammed all the way into her, pulling her over his meat like a simple container for his lust, before watching as semen 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 come 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 some time together is something 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 mentally, before he could ask the scene unfolded before his eyes.

The slime 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 slime girls.

Some 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 mentally, “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 elemental to his right, the designated speaking copy, whispered into his ear. In the meanwhile, John still wasn’t quite sure where in this ocean of attractive slime girl clones he was supposed to look. He was experiencing the very real dilemma of being surrounded with too much pornographic material.

“Just drown me in tits, please,” John finally requested, and the Undines chuckled as one. Their bodies melded 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, melon-sized tits and smiling faces. He moved his arms out of the writhing slime 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 became individual. “Yes,” moaned one. “Fuck me,” continued another. “I need this.” “I wanted this.” “Now you are filling me.” “You are so big.” “I only ever want you inside me, John.” “Give me more of your seed, I love the feeling of you cumming inside me.”

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 some kind of underwater heaven. That must have been it. His wish to be drowned in tits must have become true, and now he was facing the same 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 something 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 slime 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 mental 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 slime girls, “but I will give you much more, just stay with me 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 moment of a shared orgasm, stronger than anything the male body was meant to experience, caused his body to simply shoot all of his topped off balls into her in one burst. A load several times 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 become 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 some instinctual part of the water elemental’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.