Chapter 712 – Dress Replacements

Chapter 712 – Dress Replacements

Aclysia was wiping the floor clean of her own love juices. “Sorry,” John declared, helping her by grabbing a washing cloth himself and taking care of the table they had soiled. Breakfast was ready, but the place to eat it at had to be wiped off.

“It took me by surprise, Master, nothing more,” Aclysia stated, still only wearing an apron and her skin flush with recent pleasure. She was bent over, presenting her juicy ass and wet cunt. A drop of her lubricating juice drooled from the pretty pink pussy. John turned away before he could forget himself and returned to the table.

“Word controlled magic is pretty fuzzy sometimes,” he said as he began wiping his cum off the table. It wasn’t exactly the kind of work he liked doing, but it was one of the prices he had to pay for having sex on every surface in the house. The mundane worries that came with exceptional joy. Aside from the minor grossness that he naturally felt at the fact that he was wiping away sperm, it wasn’t that different from cleaning anything else though.

Under normal circumstances, John had no problem mentally guiding which of his words were affected by his Libido perks. When things got hazy and heated, though, impulsive thoughts meddled with those reasoned boundaries. In such a situation, a simple command as ‘cum’ could easily go out and affect more than he would have consciously bargained for, courtesy of that consciousness being clouded by lust.

For any person other than Aclysia, that didn’t necessarily mean anything. All commands could be resisted at the ease of a thought and the word-triggered orgasms required a certain level of horniness. Whether that could be reached just by standing in the kitchen and watching him fuck, John wasn’t quite sure. If anyone could enjoy that enough, it would be the weaponized maid. Regardless of the state of mind, however, Aclysia had her own, Artificial Spirit related, perk that made obeying his sexual commands a thing of ecstasy. Two things stacked to make her getting caught up in these things (as long as she was in hearing range) an inevitability.

Of course Aclysia could have resisted the commands regardless but who would say no to a free orgasm? Particularly one of the immensely intense variety? Aclysia’s Libido, and her sensitivity by extension, was so high and her double reward for obedience so intense that she had squirted where she stood. Just another thing that made John feel like a sex god.

He returned to the kitchen with the now dirty washing cloth and wrung it out in the sink. Aclysia rose from her position on the floor and grabbed a dry towel instead, to make the cleaning of the floor complete. In doing so, she also kneeled before John, whose dick was unapologetically erect. Before the weaponized maid could think about anything else, she was already kissing the engorged head.

Her mouth opened to take in the rod, but then she realized she had actual work to do and cleared her throat. “Master, do you not require a shower?” she asked, likely to distract herself. Although her hands were working on cleaning the floor, her eyes were glued to him, darting between his dick, his abs and his face. “I am sure the other three would be delighted to have you in there.”

“Sure, they would. I just wonder, what would I shower for?” John asked, himself looking between her eyes, lips, the cleavage the apron created and her protruding butt. “I just used my dick and it’ll get wet again during breakfast, guaranteed. Somebody will want to give me a blowjob under the table.” He looked at Aclysia and her entranced expression. With a mouth slightly agape, she seemed hungry for more than the little taste she had carelessly indulged in. “Let’s finish cleaning and setting the table,” he said, his arm twitching, ready to grab her white hair and slam her throat down his cock. “Then that somebody can get to doing exactly that.”

And Aclysia proceeded to do exactly that.

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Thorne used to own a shopping centre.

A vertical tube with floor upon floor of shops set around it in ring after ring. To each shop belonged a set of rooms for workbenches, staff and other such necessary things. The shops had been connected to vast storehouses via teleportation, a luxury made affordable through the quantity of people using it and the specialized design. That shopping centre hadn’t been the only one of its kind. It was a standardized construction by a specialized architect, and contained in its own, extensive Illusion Barrier. Access was scattered over the city through complicated, Fateweaver procedures that tethered doorways in real space, invisible to mundane people, to the doorways inside.

That shopping centre had been quite a problem when Fusion took it over.

Basically, everything about its design was enabled by existing inside a category 2 city – a place where there was a high concentration of Abyssals and Illusion Barriers, but no large, all-encompassing city barrier. Once John had decided to put an IBMA into action in New York City, this shopping centre had therefore put a number of questions in motion.

“Beatrice would love this place,” Rave stated, looking over the metal railing at the edge of the walkway. The inside was shaped like a doughnut, ring after ring stacked around a central hole. They were currently on the uppermost floor, making the view downwards quite impressive. Surrounded by over a dozen elevator shafts, the building extended down infinitely, it almost seemed like. The distant floor was little more than a white dot.

“I love this place,” John stated. “Beatrice would probably find some potted plant that’s angled incorrectly.”

Snickering, Rave stepped away from the railing. “That does sound like our passive gal.” She took John’s arm and the two started walking, ignoring the attention they got from bypassers. “Ya have any specific shop in mind?”

“Not really,” he admitted, smiling the smile of a guy on a date with his loving girlfriend. “The only shop I really know around here is the one that I got Eliza’s boots from. Since they do leatherworking, that wouldn’t really do it.”

They wandered around for a little while, commenting on things they saw in the windows and sometimes changing floors. After about twenty minutes, they passed a shop that sold accessories of all kinds, little things of different decorative value to be worn on a person. “We should get two of these.” Rave pointed at basic, black chokers.

“Why?” John asked. “I mean, chokers are hot, but why should we get more? Eliza has hers and that’s a special one.”

“We feed them to Aclysia and Bae,” Rave answered. “I think it would be a nice addition to the maid outfits.”

“Hmmm...” The mental image appeared quickly in John’s mind. The colour scheme fit and, as he had already said, chokers were indeed very hot things to look at. “Yeah, sure, let’s do it,” he said, and they headed inside. Two minutes later, they were back out. “You know that I love you?”

“Ja,” Rave responded swiftly and kissed him on the cheek, “but do feel free to tell me why this time.”

“Because you don’t get hung up staring at all the other things in there for ten minutes,” he said. “You don’t care to look around for vain things like earrings or new tongue piercings or whatever else fancy things. You know what you want, you get it, you move on. It’s wonderfully simple, being with you.”

“Could say the same, but then ya suddenly decide to play 15d chess again,” teased his girlfriend and, in a rather odd, spontaneous gesture, bit his shoulder. “You smell tasty!” she defended herself when John broke out laughing.

“I thought I smelled sexy,” he responded, still chuckling. “What did I get this cologne back for? I might as well rub myself in barbeque sauce if that’s what you wanted.”

“Ya can smell tasty and sexy, those two are closely related!”

“What tells you that?” John wondered.

“My stomach. I get butterflies when I am with ya, so that’s proof, right?”

“I don’t think the scientific community would let that fly,” John suggested, then suddenly stopped in his tracks and pointed at the window of the shop a few metres in front of them. “You will wear that,” he decided.

Rave glanced over and slowly nodded.