Chapter 606 – Decent rooms and awesome cuddles

Chapter 606 – Decent rooms and awesome cuddles

John awoke the next morning to the wonderful and familiar feeling of a number of mouths slobbering all over his dick under the blanket. Although he stretched to indicate he was awake, letting out a hearty yawn, he didn’t move in any way that would interrupt that morning service. Instead, he focused his senses on finding out who was at work there. He could have checked with the replacement sphere, or used Possession on something else, but just using his sharpened sense of touch was exactly the kind of mental exercise he could use to get up in the morning.

‘I wonder how they know when they can start sucking me off without waking me up too early,’ John thought as he waited for enough sensory data to come in to make some initial guesses. Much like a Starcraft 2 player who set a unit out to scout, he had to make sure he knew everyone’s position first. ‘Maybe there are activities in my surface thoughts that give it off? A certain level of morning wood?’

‘The former, Master,’ Aclysia responded in his mind. Her presence was of no surprise, as John had made no attempt to obscure his thoughts in any way. ‘Although it is hard to read when your dreams end, I have gotten quite adept at it. However, Jane just went ahead at the perfect time. As always, her intuition towards her loved ones borders on precognition...’

‘No, bad Aclysia!’ John scolded her, not a fan of just being given the answer to one of the participants. That his girlfriend woke up before him was rare, but not unheard of. Still though, ‘Let me solve this on my own!’

‘I apologize,’ the weaponized maid submissively answered and shrunk her presence in his mind while letting her master get back to his thinking.

There were four girls all around, he could feel that much by the number of tongues and lips on his dick, as well as hands on groin and balls. He already knew Rave was there, her enthusiastic and expert teasing of his weak spots was unmistakable anyhow. Then there was Beatrice, with her methodical approach. The very fervent assault of a hot pair of lips gave away Salamander, while a cooling, much squishier presence sneaked in her love here and there, a flexibility only Undine could have.

To his surprise, that meant Aclysia wasn’t there, but he was certain of this counting. Finally using his Possession of the replacement sphere to have it hover off the floor and over the bed, he threw off the blanket to reveal, indeed, that he had been right in his count and reasoning. As for where that put his favourite maid, he just had to reconnect with her mental presence to find her in the kitchen.

The routine of a wonderful morning drew on for over half an hour. After the blowjob had concluded, they moved into the bathroom. John and Rave brushed their teeth, then moved into the spacious shower with Undine and Beatrice in tow. Out of the bathroom, the contact lenses in, and John rewarded Salamander for her part in waking him up with a morning quickie and lots of kisses.

Then, he finally got to explore this presidential suite. Not too hastily, he could maintain normal walking speed consistently for now, rare stumbles notwithstanding. His impression was that the whole thing was nicely designed, but gave a bit too much of a hotel vibe for his taste. This was mostly due to the furniture. Between the reddish brown walls, the dimmed windows and the black and gold decorated ceiling, the creamy champagne coloured carpet wasn’t out of place, but it didn’t harmonize as well with the otherwise dark colours that John preferred.

The idea behind its colouration, as well as the white cushions on the seats, couches and everywhere else was quite clear. Their meticulous cleanliness was a show of the hotels high level of quality. Similarly, the vast amount of space was a sign of the renter’s status. For John, however, it was too much space. He didn’t like having to take ten steps to get from the vast array of armchairs and couches around the oversized TV over to the table. Even less did he like that there was a fully stocked bar at their disposal but the kitchen was a separate room.

Aclysia had already finished their breakfast, boiled eggs (already peeled), along with bread, several toppings, and a salad at the side. Pretty balanced in nutrition, not too much and customizable enough.

The one thing that John did truly appreciate about this hotel was the presence of an indoor whirlpool of a decent size. He had lived without a jacuzzi for a little while now, and now that he was finally around one, he couldn’t wait to hop in. “Beatrice,” John asked the maid that had basically become his secretary, “do you have my schedule in mind?”

“Affirmative, Master,” the passive maid responded, while helping Aclysia clean off the table. “Please tell me day and time you wish to be informed about.”

“No... yes,” John responded, putting a hand around her hips and slowly guiding her towards the door that lead to the whirlpool. “I didn’t have sex in mind, I just thought you deserved some cuddles. I feel like I owe you some attention. Although I am completely ready for more fucking at all times,” he grinned, “especially with you, all of you.”

Gnome chose not to respond to that last bit, only averting her gaze as she followed John’s motions, the two of them taking steady, almost dancing steps. “I don’t think you need to... give me that much more attention...” she mumbled so quietly that John almost didn’t hear her, “...but I wouldn’t say no to it...”

“Good thing I have already decided then,” John said, the door swinging open automatically once he got close to it. They stepped through and entered the room, the other girls following soon thereafter. None of them tried to make themselves part of their moment, the rest of the harem just wanted to be where John was for the next two hours. Cuddling couldn’t take that long. Rather, it usually didn’t.

The jacuzzi wasn’t the only thing about the room that John loved. In its entirety, it was more like a private spa. Walls of black marble, red veins running through, with a floor of reddish wood, the surface ribbed to prevent slipping with wet feet. The whirlpool was easily big enough for ten people. Then there was a considerably big indoor pool and an entrance to a sauna in one of the corners, while a large area for standing had chairs and loungers of the kind used for professional massages. All of it was oriented so the people enjoying any part of this spa (aside from the sauna) could look out on Boston. While the look over the city wasn’t the most impressive thing by itself, this height and distance covered made most sceneries a great sight to behold.

Gnome changed from her summer dress into nothing by the time they reached the jacuzzi and stepped inside together. “You don’t want to keep it on?” John asked, mostly to tease her.

“It would just get blown up by the bubbles!” she declared something that John wasn’t quite sure he believed. “I-I would like a swimsuit or something...” she continued as they sunk into water until they sat comfortably. John was a bit deeper as the soil elemental, courtesy of her partly sitting on his thighs. “...but... but I don’t want to stop being close to you.”

“Oh my Lord, you are the cutest thing,” John gasped and finally got to hugging her as the bubbles started rising. His arms just closed behind her back and he felt almost clumsy in that motion, despite all of his Agility, due to the perfection he got to experience in return.

Gnome only slowly embraced him. Her chest pressed against his, her chin nuzzled up against the relaxed muscles of his neck, as her hands moved around his sides, finding their way through the gap between his back and the wall of the jacuzzi, finally closing when one hand lay on top of the other. She angled her head just a little bit, resting the side against his own, and hummed in satisfaction. A calm beat, the pulsation of magic inside her that replaced the drumming of a heart, so violent by comparison, soon came to dominate all of John’s senses.

“I like being here,” the soil elemental said, her voice devoid of all shyness or embarrassment, just content. “I am here for you, with you, John. I always have been.”

“This is supposed to be for you,” the Gamer answered, feeling oddly emotional all of a sudden. It was like this hug was equally all the gratification in the world and caused parts of him to dislodge that he had, mostly subconsciously, built to save himself from fears and doubts all the way below. This wasn’t the first time this had happened. Last time had been on the ship, when she had simply asked him if he was okay. Unlike that time, he didn’t suddenly start to cry, although he would have lied if he said he wasn’t getting a bit misty eyed.

Noticing this immediately, Gnome moved her hands in soothing rhythms. No words were exchanged. This wasn’t what John had planned for, and it thankfully faded pretty quickly again. A little episode that reminded him that, for all the confidence he could justify nowadays, for all the power and all the influence, money and relationships, that all of it was still built on the back of him being a human. No matter how much he evolved, he too needed something as simple as a hug and a moment of quiet security, something that wild sex with loved people, as fun as that was, wasn’t really a replacement for.

“You’re doing all good,” Gnome assured him when he had calmed down completely.

“Well, the fact that I don’t feel like I am suddenly going to burn out is testament to that,” he smiled and pressed her against himself a little stronger. “All of the stress is manageable right now. This is just... nice...”