Chapter 391 – Home Party

Chapter 391 – Home Party

“But why though?” Rave whined, having jumped on her boyfriend’s back following the latest things he said and thus being carried around as they were heading inside.

“Because me and crowds in confined spaces to loud music with flashing lights above me are the literal opposite to my natural habitat,” he answered. “Which is mostly just me, to background music with the static light of my screen in front of me.”

“Wouldn’t it need to be completely dark for it to be the total opposite?” Salamander asked, probably just to be a contrarian. As such she was ignored even as she cackled to herself.

“Ya also added a girl giving ya handjob during and having sex in between matches to that natural place of yours,” Rave pointed out, “so it has to be flexible.”Explore new novels on novelbin(.)com

“Neither of which I can do in a club, and I do like getting both of those... although you and me both know I am more of a blowjob guy,” John stood strong. “No amount of force can bring me into that seizure dungeon you call a good time, Jane. Every now and again I will do it for you, but we went literally yesterday and the day before. I was in more clubs in this week than the rest of my entire life combined.”

“Which isn’t really all that hard, jumping from 0 to 2,” Rave let out a disheartened sigh. However, she quickly recovered from her fake depression and bit him gently in the back of his ear. The surprise caused him to jump, and Rave rubbed her face against his like a playful cat afterwards. “Fine, butcha better not continue watching Fairy Tail while I am dancing.”

“I can promise that,” John said; he wasn’t all that fond of that show, but Jane loved the fight scenes, so they stuck with it. It was an okay time filler, and at least it was dubbed. Although he did kind of want to dress Aclysia up like some of the characters in that show. Mostly Erza, he just liked the idea of getting a knight naked by methodically removing each piece of her armour.

“Okay then,” Rave got off his back and went to get some other clothes out of their designated store room, where Aclysia and John had emptied their inventories of everyday items. Salamander, Metra and Sylph wanted to accompany her, they liked the party life. A few minutes later they were gone, and John decided to check out that home cinema system and see whether or not there was some kind of console attached anywhere.

Pretty much the second he arrived up stairs, he was picked up by a naked Eliza and thrown on the couch. “Woah there,” he saw exactly where this was going, “no foreplay?”

“This is the fucking foreplay!” Eliza responded, pressing her soft, purple lips on his and massaging his cock with sensual motions, the kind she had to learn with forced self-control. She wasn’t alone in this; Undine and Siena joined her, caressing and teasing his every sensitive spot while Gnome watched through gaps between her fingers. A disinterested looking Nia stood right next to the stone elemental and proved her looks wrong when the snow-white dress she wore disappeared into the nothingness it came from and she then quickly undid the swimwear Gnome was wearing. The shy sounds could barely register as complaints.

“Besides...” Siena moaned after freeing his dick, running the sharp tip of her claws from balls to the tip. She did so without causing any harm, yet the thought of having what was essentially a razorblade pulled over his dick was not to John’s pleasure. With a frustrated groan, Siena retired that line of action to use it on someone who would appreciate it another time, “...we want to try something on you.”

“I don’t like being the target of experiments,” John spoke his mind.

“Too bad,” Undine whispered into his ear, “we decided we want to take the lead right now.”

In an atypical display of forwardness, Gnome quickly claimed the tip of his dick and frantically moved up and down to bring him to a finish. That didn’t take too long, and with a throaty groan, John pumped his load into his stone elemental’s tight little mouth. Thick cum hit her tongue, and the sweet taste of it made Gnome moan as the weirdly aromatic smell filled her senses. She waited until his dick quivered for the last time, pumping out a few last drops, before moving back up. Watching that she still kept the pressure on while doing so, she coerced a few more moans from her summoner and his post-orgasmic bliss, until the head of John’s dick finally came free with a loud ‘POP’. Afterwards she presented the load with a bit of a wooden movement.

Despite the forced looking end, Gnome looked weirdly pleased with herself and pumped her fist as if she had just accomplished something of great importance. “You practiced,” Undine noted in a deadbeat voice, causing her eldest sister to freeze in the motion. “You practiced giving blowjobs to get that satisfying pop-sound finish, and now that you got a chance to enact it, you took it. My guess: You made stone dildos shaped like John’s cock.”

Gnome turned beet red as the accusations flew her way, only confirming them as truths. She threatened to swallow, being unable to formulate an answer while her mouth was full with the considerable load John blew, about two times that of a normal man. Before she could go through with that, the other two girls jumped on her and she was locked in a three way cum-swapping kiss as the deliciousness of his spunk was somewhat equally distributed.

To the left of John, Siena was letting out a series of high-pitched moans, squeezing the body of Eliza between her straddled legs as her body tensed up in orgasm. “Ah, I swear that I haven’t cum so much at any time in my life as I have in the past months,” she said in satisfaction and slapped Eliza’s ass before getting off her.

“Didn’t you say you basically never came from any man before me?” John asked, as the nightmare elemental made her way over. He quite vividly remembered her screaming that after he managed to give her an orgasm. She had a pretty aggressive, one could say downright crazy, episode because of it, only stopped by Salamander knocking her out with a dropkick.

“Aside from the ones I forced to lick me to finish, no, they didn’t manage to,” Siena hummed, “such a disappointment, all talk, one scream and they were done. No wonder they had to die.” She reached his side. “But let’s not get into what I used to do for fun back in the day; I don’t want to hear another one of your moral lectures.” She held her cheek as if she was touching something delicate, “They hurt.”

He almost dropped a sarcastic comment before he realized why she was holding her cheek. “I am sorry,” he said instead, remembering that first day of the war where he had slapped her. Never before or since had he seen her that vulnerable, but with his apology, an echo of that moment seemed to return to her face, and he embraced her tightly.

“The shadows are you doing,” Siena hissed, pressing her hands against his chest as if she wanted to get away. “Words cannot describe how much I despise cuddling, the only thing I hate more is giving oral.”

He let her go, instead holding her hands and looking into her eyes. “I was incredibly angry and stressed back then and what I said needed to be said, but I shouldn’t have hit you,” he told her, “I should never hit any of you.”

Siena made a mocking sound, but she averted her slightly wet eyes even as she spouted sarcastic words, “Most of your girl-toys won’t like it if you stop spanking them.”

“Spanking is clearly an exception... as is slapping Eliza when she wants me to,” John tried his hand at a joke. Didn’t take a genius to figure that this was already a deeper emotional conversation than Siena wanted, at least consciously, or the situation justified. “Now what was that experiment thing about?”

“Forget it,” Siena clicked her tongue, running the palm of her right hand over her eyes to dry them quicker, “I am no longer in the mood, and looking at your limp dick, neither are you.” She was right about that. That made John feel pretty bad about this interruption, Siena had clearly been looking forward to something.

Then she gave him what he could only describe as the happiest smile of misery he had ever seen followed by a deep kiss. One that was pure, just her full-lips on his, warm, tongues connecting without any fleshly desires and a long one during which his hands rested on her back and hers were around his neck, bodies as close as they would get, heartbeat and the pulsing of magical essence synchronized.