Chapter 830 – Progress Raiding 4 – A little breather

Chapter 830 – Progress Raiding 4 – A little breather

“Hey Jane,” John softly spoke to his girlfriend, while putting her down on the bed, “you awake?”

“Noooooo,” she groaned in response, looking out through her barely parted eyelids. Her eyes were entirely blue. “Wanna sleep...”

“Can you just tell your bodysuit to shrink down?” he asked of her. In response he got another groan, but the pink, neoprene like material also started to retreat from her neck. It flowed down her torso and split into two streams at her hips. They went down the rest of her legs and, once they reached her feet, formed the pink sneakers she usually wore. John pried them off her feet and placed them next to the bed. The whole ordeal took about thirty seconds.

Copernicus had curled up there. John picked the sun cat up and placed him on the bed next to her. The two of them, too tired for bickering, just cuddled up to one another. Smiling, John played a little bit with Rave’s impossibly wild hair, then got up. He stretched on his way back down the stairs and arrived in the living room.

There were moans echoing through the closed bathroom door. John recognized the voices of Lydia, Undine and Nia. The two (mostly) humans of that configuration must have asked for some help scrubbing the sweat of the day off them. From the sound of things, Undine was very thorough in reaching all the nooks and crannies.

“Do you require service, Master?” Aclysia asked. She and Beatrice were busy fixing what little disorder had been caused through the day by Scarlett, Eliza and (primarily) Velka. Either of the maids would have immediately dropped those few tasks in order to tend to John’s quickly manifesting erection.

Regardless, he shook his head. “You two concentrate on doing what needs to be done. I want it to be clean here and I want to eat some of your delicious cooking as soon as possible,” he told them and the maids both nodded eagerly. They continued to wipe down surfaces and remove plates. While they kept their maid uniforms on, a deliberate flash here and there showed off the fact that they did get rid of their panties.

John was in the mood for outfits at the moment, quite possibly because Eliza wore hers at the moment. A black robe, leather bra and thong, both held together by being bound to metal rings, thigh-high boots strapped to her smooth legs with belts and a black and a white scarf with black lines on it. All of those items served to barely hide any of Eliza’s delicious body, especially not while she was lying on her back. In some ways, they emphasized the goods. Especially the boots helped underline her thick thighs.

Sitting next to her in an armchair, staring at her laptop and sipping coffee, Scarlett was also completely dressed up. She wore a black suit, with a red shirt underneath. That much John was used to from her casual day to day wear. Additionally, she had put on the red gloves and tie she wore to more formal occasions – or if she didn’t want to leave fingerprints. Even her hat was lying in arm’s reach.

“Did you two strike an agreement to wear clothes while I am gone or something?” John asked, while removing everything that covered his own body at the press of a button. The question was quite justified in his mind. It was exceedingly rare for anyone besides Lydia and Gnome to wear anything in the privacy of their home.

“Sort of, I wanted to avoid getting pricked by Velka,” Scarlett responded. As much as the technomancer enjoyed getting roughed up by her lover, she wasn’t masochistic enough to enjoy getting scratched by a pet. Same was true for Eliza, but the blood mage didn’t have to worry about small wounds in any capacity. “Eliza just played along.”

“The scarf still smells like you,” the blood mage justified herself. It had been a present by John and the girls for Eliza’s birthday as well as Christmas (both fell on the same day). It wasn’t just a piece of clothing, being also capable of masking her extremely pale, blue-tinted skin, purple eyes and white-azure hair from the view of most people. Although this capability had been rarely used, ever since the months had gotten warmer. A choker John had gotten her at another occasion had been less conspicuous in these times.

“Mhm, well, I like it,” John told them. “You two look good wearing that. Really good.”

Eliza responded with an unstable giggle and a giant grin on her suddenly flushing face. Finishing off her cup of coffee, Scarlett had a more down-to-earth answer, “It better, given how much money these suits cost me.”

“They’re enchanted against stains, right?” John asked, standing between armchair and couch and unable to decide which one of the two submissives he wanted to grab.

“When you’re a disobedient girl, those that play by my rules get what they want first,” he stated. Scarlett smirked and lifted her ass off his lap. The squishy warmth was missing for only a moment, then he was inside her and her bubble butt was sinking back down on him.

“Fffffuuuuuck yesssss,” the redhead exclaimed. They didn’t do any further moving, at least not yet. John was happy to just sit inside her for now. The twitching of her tight folds around him was enough for the moment and Scarlett seemed to enjoy getting stretched out as well. “If it’s that easy to get stronger, maybe I should tag along sometimes.”

“You wouldn’t say it’s easy if you faced one of those things,” John responded in a semi-serious fashion. “They’re huge and also so purely concentrated magic that not even Nia could cut through them. They’re extremely bullshit enemies.” He ripped open her shirt, the metal buttons unclasping in a series of sounds, and clawed at her tiny breasts. The lithe body of the bottom-heavy redhead was entirely under his control. “And you’re pretty fragile.”

“Do you enjoy the idea that you could break me at any second?” Scarlett purred in the confident tone of a woman that knew her lover would never do such a thing.

“Sort of, but only because you’re one of the few girls in my harem that I can actually beat in a wrestling match,” John responded with a chuckle. “I prefer the part where you willingly submit to me...”

“That’s a pretty tall assumption,” Scarlett sighed and smirked over her shoulder.

“...and when you don’t, I can just break you by fucking your arrogant intellect out of your body,” the Gamer finished his sentence. “Eliza, get on the table, seems like you’re both bad girls in need of punishment today.”

Another change of positions later, John was mushing Scarlett’s face into Eliza’s cunt while slamming into the redhead from behind. Sloppily, she ate out the pretty little psycho, too distracted by John’s merciless assault. He even kept going while he was cumming inside her. Between the multi-layered orgasms, Scarlett’s defiant attitude had no chance to surface.

“Ssssssoooooo,” Eliza managed to formulate some words. “What level are you now, my perfect, big-dicked Master?”

“265,” John answered and cranked up Scarlett’s sensitivity to 200%, making her squirt every other thrust. ‘Aclysia, do get me some water. Something tells me Scarlett is going to need to replace some fluids when we’re done here... also get ready to clean the carpet.’

‘As you wish, Master,’ the weaponized maid responded. ‘I was thinking soup for dinner, would this fit your desires?’

‘Perfectly... I think you deserve a reward.’ Quickly, he checked on what exactly she was doing and then sent a single word her way. ‘Cum.’

A sharp moan echoed from the kitchen, as the long-haired Artificial Spirit experienced a sudden orgasm. Although he usually gave commands through his voice, there was nothing in the wording of either the Charisma-Libido or Aclysia’s Sex Servant Perk that dictated he had to say things. As long as the command came directly from him, it always worked. This meant that writing things down or recording his voice failed to achieve any results, but the mental connection was perfectly adequate.

Eliza had looked over when the sound had echoed out and now looked back to John with perverse adoration in her eyes. “That you can just make us cum our stupid sex slave brains out whenever you want is so fucking HOT!” she exclaimed and squished Scarlett’s head between her thighs. John doubted that she even knew what was going on.

“I have to be able to satisfy all of you, what kind of harem owner would I be if I couldn’t?” John asked.



The evening continued as it usually did.