Chapter 751 – Clean

Chapter 751 – Clean

The Magryph eventually had enough of the attention and curled up to sleep. Leaving the little furball alone to rest and grow some more, John and Eliza turned away from the network of wood, plastic and strings that was Velka’s habitat and left. Once outside, it only took a little talk to decide the rest of the day’s happenings.

John had to get back to work and his maniac lover, being not on duty to ‘sit under the table’, split off to instead go after her hobbies. Namely being: watching trash TV and painting something. They would meet again in the evening for the resummoning of Undine. It would (hopefully) not be of any importance. The abysstide elemental would be around for a minute, say everything was alright, and hop right back into her home plane. That was the presumed course of things anyway.

Just in case that wasn’t so, Siena and Eliza wanted to be around, being Undine’s closest friends in the harem.

If nothing else happened, at least they could go and feed Velka her dinner afterwards. The Magryph ate three times a day. Well, if she could have fed herself, she would probably have eaten all the time. That Velka got enough food and was growing properly, John had been assured after sending some pictures to Judith, his contact at the breeding farm.

Waiting for him in his office was, instead, his very own girlfriend. She tended to him for an hour, doing as a good girlfriend did and enthusiastically making him cum repeatedly, while joking and bantering whenever Jack was in some meeting somewhere. After her time was up, she was replaced with Lydia. There was a ten-minute transition period where both of them worked on his cock. Nothing got done in that time.

Although John would have never said it out loud, the sessions with Lydia must have been his favourite. Since her ascension to an hourglass figure and awakening as a blowjob slut, her skill and enthusiasm in giving head was just legendary. That only put her slightly above most of the harem, though, and John would have hesitated to call her the best. There were too many flavours to choose from, after all.

Skill wasn’t the main reason why he enjoyed the times with her under the table the most. It was the raw psychological thrill of it. Here she was, empress of another (much stronger) country, kneeling under his desk, vibrating butt plug in her ass, her red lips closed tightly around his shaft and drinking his seed greedily. John wasn’t even sure if anybody, aside from her bodyguards, knew that Lydia was taking near daily trips over to him. Only a dedicated few nobles, upper administrators, and palace service staff knew that the newly erected pavilion next to the embassy was a teleporter that went straight to the other side of the globe. Nobody but Lydia and the Knights of Teuton could even verify that ridiculous statement.

If someone would have told him on his 18th birthday that he would have the queen of Germany sneak out of her palace every day to serve him, while she was getting off over and over again from blowing his rod, his smartass would have likely pointed out that Germany hadn’t had a monarchy since the end of the first world war.

Regardless, she was there and she was urging him to continue his work through slightly unpleasant contact of her teeth with his dick. Once her limited time had been spent, John got into the common, but always wonderful, treat of a double shift of Aclysia and Beatrice. The passive maid was always eager to please him because she was in the room for most of all the other shifts. That John was getting sucked off under the table hadn’t changed the fact that she was his secretary, sitting at her glass desk only a few metres away.

A glass desk through which he could often see one hand working between her legs.

The last shift of the day then fell to Siena. While the novelty of her blowjobs had worn off by now, she was devilishly good at them regardless. John was really spoiled when it came to getting head. In his opinion, he had more than earned all of that.

When he put the last period to the last email he wanted to get done, he checked what else he had on overhang for tomorrow and found absolutely nothing. He had actually finished everything that had fluttered in throughout the day and his entire backlog. He couldn’t remember when that had happened last.

When he finally shut down his computer, pulled out of Siena’s throat, and left the office, it was no wonder that he was in an absolutely tremendous mood. It only improved when his post-work shower turned into a full body massage in the bathtub. Aclysia, Beatrice, Rave, Siena and Eliza, all five of them surrounded and rubbed him in all the right ways for about twenty minutes. Enough time for each of them to ride him once.

He arrived in the summoning room right on time, as clean as he possibly could be, relaxed down to the soul and with nothing on his mind but the immediate happenings. ‘What a ridiculously great day.’ John smiled as he inspected the black chalk circle. ‘Note to self, redraw with paint,’ he thought as he redrew some lines that seemed to have blurred out a little bit, despite all the care everyone had taken when leaving the room.

“Shhh,” he made a calming sound and stroked her hair, “you are home now. I am not sending you anywhere. You are safe here. You are home.”

“Don’t send me back, please...” Her voice became quieter, but her desperate chants continued. “She tore and tore, tore until nothing was left, but I couldn’t die and so she just tore again. Washed me apart. Simmered me down. Diluted me and tried to remove what she couldn’t. Don’t send me back. Please, never send me back...”

“I won’t,” John promised and put all of the truth that he could behind those words. With reckless abandon, he dived into her mind. It was a storm of fear, waves breaking on each other, uncertainties swimming around like leviathans hidden under the waves. He was tossed around by invisible currents, he had difficulty staying connected to his own mind. The intensity of her emotions threatened to throw him out and bar him from reentering when she needed him the most. Through sheer will, he stayed in there.

It wasn’t until Siena’s presence manifested in that ocean besides him that he was able to navigate, however. Physically, the shadow spirit kneeled down next to her fellow elemental and carefully put a hand on her back, as if she was touching a delicate piece of porcelain. What was visible of her back anyway, much of the abysstide elemental had become a greyish blue puddle. Eliza was less hesitating, almost throwing herself on top and embracing Undine as strongly as she could.

Together, those actions calmed her a little bit, and with Siena’s help, John dived into the crystal of imperfect ice that was Undine’s mental core. Cracks went through the translucent object, making it visible even underwater.

What his words failed to deliver, his emotions, pouring through their mental connection, could express. He sent her his honesty in the moment, memory of past adoration and images of where she was. Finally, Undine fell quiet, mumbling only a few more words in the elemental tongue. Something about them seemed to amuse Siena, but she managed to keep it to a small smile.

After five minutes of unmoving cuddles, Undine stopped trembling as well. Her body slowly reformed into her usual curves. Another five minutes passed, then she slowly raised her head and blinked. “Bring me home.” Her voice was so tiny and miserable that John’s heart sank in response. He just nodded and picked her up.

The walk back to his apartment wasn’t too long. Siena marched ahead, opening the doors for them, while Eliza and John did their best to chat with Undine about something normal, whenever she showed signs of wanting to talk. By the time they were at the apartment, Rave was already on her feet and awaiting them.

Worried, the Lightbearer walked over and looked at Undine with concerned eyes. After a few seconds, she sighed in relief and put her forehead on the water spirit’s. “You’ll be fine,” Rave stated and quickly kissed Undine. “Right? Ya gonna be fine!”

“I... think...?” Undine responded, more uncertain than weak.

“You’ll be fine.” Rave smiled like the sun and then stepped aside to let John go on to the bath. Inside, Aclysia and Beatrice were already preparing the bathtub. It was only half full, but John put Undine in regardless. It may have been a bit underwhelming, but this apartment in the Palace was their home and this was her favourite spot. John couldn’t imagine a better place for her to return to.

“Do you prefer it warmer now?” John asked, looking at the faucet. It was set to a relatively cold temperature, close to the one she had when being an ocean elemental. She nodded and Aclysia quickly adjusted. “Do you want your ships?” The question came regarding the Christmas present she had received last year. A small armada of wooden ships, enchanted to sail around randomly. Undine usually liked to watch them while she relaxed. This time, however, she shook her head.

“Just hold my hand, please, John,” she requested, her tone consolidating. She reached out, rested her arm on the rim of the large bathtub. Sitting down on the ground, John took the red-marked arm without hesitation. “I... I’ll be fine,” she decided, when she felt John’s hands around hers.



He kissed the back of her hand and sighed in relief.