A Day for Them

John sat in the shadow of a parasol, his butt on the towel that lay on the sand. The natural breeze drifted through his short hair, carrying on it a hint of salt. Palms and other trees swayed, singing the song of whispering leaves. It was a nice day to enjoy with all of his haremettes.

They could have stayed in the mundane, but there were too many haremettes that did not want to wear their human disguises if they didn’t have to. Putting the air and sea into motion was fairly simple for Sylph and Undine, so they just adjusted their weather that way.

The beach day was necessary. Not only did it act as a nice filler before they went for a climb, it also prevented Jane from nagging his ears off about never having been on a Hawaiian beach. His first wife was currently spinning Lee around until the blindfolded woman began to stumble around in search of a watermelon to smash. Why they decided to do this very Japanese thing on Hawaii was anyone’s guess.

Sylph stood next to it all and laughed loudly, clapping like an amused seal. Every boisterous repetition of the gleeful sound warmed John’s heart. Though she was still searching for answers to the questions presented in her trial, the air spirit’s soul continued to shine bright. She was still their Sylph.

“You are content, husband?” Aclysia asked, settling down by his side.

“Beyond content,” the Gamer assured his second wife, taking her hand to kiss the ring he had placed on her finger. “Even better with you here.”

It was a physical statement as much as a mental one. Aclysia regulated her body temperature a bit downwards, providing him with just a little bit of a cooling draft. Quietly, she snuggled up to him. Together, they watched the beach.

“L-luluuuuuu, please, for how long do I need to do thiiiiiiis?” Daiyu whined. The sole non-haremette on the beach was swinging her hips. Breasts swayed in the confines of the revealing red bikini top, large spheres on a petite frame. Much as those soft breasts mesmerized, seeing the rest of the black-haired water mage in motion reminded of how hard she was in other places. Dancing swings of her hips sent a Hawaiian cloth flying. It was tied low enough that the details of her shifting abs were nicely underlined. It also ended above the little red bottom of her bikini. Thighs between thick and toned tensed and relaxed with every shy step of the shortstack’s choreography.

[Daiyu Dancing AI: https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/8c453d5676fe.png ]

“You will continue until I have decided which shortstack dancing pleases me more,” the Heavenly Jade Empress declared.

“And it will be meeeeeeee! Bwahahaha!” Delicia’s amusement caused her to trip where she stood. She barely caught herself, then resumed her dancing. She wore an absolutely tiny swimsuit, barely more than three blue triangles covering the absolute minimum of skin. Though both the white-haired maid and the black-eyed servant next to her were shortstacks, they were of quite a different appearance. Daiyu was almost built like some… warrior of a kind, difficult as it was to imagine her in bulky armour. Delicia was just soft all over, her tits as big as her head and her ass clapping when she bounced.

The view evoked a natural reaction.

Aclysia didn’t even ask if he wanted it. Delicate fingers wrapped around his pulsing shaft, beginning to glide up and down in a steady rhythm. Sex on the beach was very unpopular inside the harem, but a hand job was simple enough.

“Aroused, my mate?” Nathalia asked, joining them in the shade.

For a moment, all John’s brain could register were the words ‘Dragon Boing’, shoved right into his face by an elastic canvas. Then Nathalia’s face entered his field of view and he remembered that he was a human, not a monkey. “I mean, I am on a beach with my harem.”

“Indeed.” Nathalia tugged his waistband further down his thighs, until his balls were just as easily reached as his shaft. “You are fortunate that I do not need to question whether you will be able to perform your duty tonight.”

“Any surprises I should prepare myself for in that regard?” A leisurely wandering gaze extended the question from Nathalia to Aclysia. After Nathalia, there was no more set breeding order, only breeding waves. The first maid had already proven she liked to attach herself to other’s ceremonies, so it stood to reason that…

“You shall see,” Aclysia whispered into his ear.

The suggestion of siring two dragons in one wedding night was already too much. Nathalia managed to prevent the minor misgiving of having his cum on his own chest by wrapping her red lips around the head. Warm and tight, they sealed around the glans, while Aclysia’s hand pumped swifter, guiding him along as his balls tightened and his seed pumped into the redhead’s eager mouth.

Greedily, she gulped it all down, leaving a pouting Aclysia. “It is my special day,” the goddess defended herself.

Aclysia and Nathalia proceeded to get stuck in some light banter. Playful bickering mixed with the gentle rush of the wave on the sloped shore. Lydia was shouting, screaming even, demanding that she be put down while Metra, Ehtra, Salamander and Beatrice worked together to execute the beach tradition of throwing the queen into the water. Gentle waves were replaced with enormous splashes.

Undine made sure the ensuing water fight between superhumans did not break on the sand castle she was building with Lyndell and Layla. John picked up scraps of a conversation between them. Undine said little, as per usual, while Layla switched back and forth between running her mouth and absorbing all the information she could. At least when it came to the haremettes, she was a skilled conversationalist.

A couple steps removed from them, Gnome was building a sand fortress. No magic was employed, every swing of her little plastic shovel was entirely that of a craftsman. Eliana and Nightingale watched the growing construction with silent awe.

Most of the rest of the harem was lying in the sun, bathing in the rays while chatting. Momo, Nia, Scarlett, Lorelei, Moira, Nahoa and Fianna were scattered out on towels. Though few in that line-up could tan, they enjoyed the sensation all the same. Hailey had been among them until a minute ago, deepening her tan lines, but had left to talk to Claire and Siena. Vampire and midnight elemental had retreated to a small house that could be used as a bar during beach parties.

They lounged at the beach, thinking nothing of the world. They drank water and soda, they spoke, they laughed, they simply were. The last week was as distant as the future. For now, all that mattered was the remnant of that day.

When the time came, Jane clapped her hands. “Alrighty! Let’s get going!”

That was the entirety of the announcement needed. They packed up their things and stored them away in the beach house. Organizing enough cars for all of them had been no problem whatsoever. Now that he was governing the locals, he could tap into the local support networks. He could also provide those networks with extra funds to make them even more effective. It was nice.

They moved as a small caravan to a public parking spot at the beginning of the trail that wound up to the caldera of the largest still active volcano on Earth.

The hike was a multi-day affair for most people. It was about 22 kilometres up a steadily rising path through rugged terrain. For their group, it was a one hour journey, using Illusion Barriers and taking it slow for Layla’s sake. It was still bright and sunny by the time they reached the pinnacle of the caldera of the shield volcano.

They entered the local Natural Barrier. It was old, older than the districts and crawling suburbs that had cropped up around the volcano over the years. Roads and houses were wiped away, replaced with grasses and trees. Only the mountains towered in the distance.

A lonely figure awaited them, a god of grey fur and skeletal head. The red dots within the otherwise empty eye sockets moved steadily, leaving no trails behind. “Thank you for the invitation,” the Horned Rat said. Though the nature of his voice made it unsteady, low and high tones intertwining, his tone was not. Head bowed in genuine gratitude, he was the sole guest Nathalia had seen fit to tell of the event.

No further words were exchanged between them. This moment existed only for one purpose. Gnome lightly stomped her foot. Magical energy shot from her bare sole into the soil, emerging as a wall and a small pedestal. It was a simple barrier, but it was sufficient.

A press of a button changed John from one suit to another. Red and copper red was a fine mixture for everyday life, but for this hour he chose an orange-red jacket with a dark green shirt beneath. He was almost alone on the side of the wall, only Jane, Aclysia and Eliana keeping him company. His current wives were inspecting him all over. The head maid tugged on his black tie.

“Gaia made sure it sits tightly,” the Gamer pointed out.

“As her typos demonstrate, the speaking aspect of the supreme deity is not flawless,” Aclysia moved the decorative cloth around a bit more, then nodded to herself.

On the other side of the wall, the rest of the harem giggled and complimented Nathalia. The dragoness muttered something bashful back. The gathered women laughed and squeaked at how adorable the tall woman was being.

John just imagined it and he was still nervous. Shifting from one leg onto the other, he just stood there, not knowing what to do with himself. Jane jabbed a finger into his ribs. He jumped and shot her an unappreciative gaze.

“Second time any better than the first?” she asked.

“No, I still feel the jitters.” John put his hands up. “It’s like I am the least worthy man on Earth being given the most precious thing of all.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Throwing her head left to right, Eliana denied his claim thoroughly. “’Least worthy man on Earth’ my ass. Accept you are being cherished, moron.”

Aclysia chuckled into a gracefully raised hand. “What a reversal of the roles.”

“Whatever happened to no cussing?” Jane teased.

“I needed to get the fudging point across.”

“We’re ready!” Salamander shouted from the other side of the wall.

A deep breath filled John’s lungs to the utmost of their capacity. He held that breath, letting it slowly leave him only once he had started walking. The wall ended on the first of the three steps of the impromptu altar. There was only the quiet of nature to accompany him on his journey. Sacred silence surrounded the ceremony of souls seeking certainty in shared strength.

Though John was better prepared for it this time, the moment Nathalia stepped into his field of view still hit him with the force of a freight train. No, actually, John had been hit by the equivalent of a freight train a couple times in his life and none of those impacts had managed to knock the thoughts right out of him.

Nathalia knew what she had. Her wedding dress was dominated by the ample view of her cleavage. The cups adhered to her breasts with an accuracy that was awe-inspiring, pushing against them enough that her brown flesh spilled just slightly past the edges, suggesting the sinful activities she wished to indulge in later.

Though this window was prominent, the rest of her dress was gorgeous. Where her skin was exposed, the contrast to the white deepened the impression of her mediterranean shade of brown. The thin strikes of lace that covered her arms turned into a light, champagne-like shade by the interplay of fabric and skin beneath. Embroidery added floral patterns to her shoulders, the trims, and the collar of the halter neck. Below the V-shaped point of the centre window fell a simple, long skirt of waved satin.

Nathalia was in an in-between state. She was portraying her curved dragon horns and pointy ears proudly. Her eyes were of a striking amber, glowing gently. Deep red lips were spread in an uncertain smile.

The wall sank back beneath the ground, the crowd now capable of seeing the whole event unobstructed. Only Jane stepped right up to it all, raising her hand. John took it for a moment, his motions feeling awfully stilted and yet fluid. He was so overjoyed he was simply entranced. The first ring of the haremettes split into the original and an entirely new one.

John held it in front of him. It laid in his hand, light as a feather and heavy as bedrock. The ring was smooth in its surface but layers in its ornamentation. Black stone was marked by glowing, orange cracks that shifted even as John held it. Atop of them, verdant green vines curled all around the ring. A flower of incandescence atop of a green pad lay at the heart of cracks and ivy alike.

There was no one to officiate the wedding. Nathalia swore no vows to anyone but them. As the husband, it was upon John to speak the first words. He knew them well, yet rehearsed them in his mind again before speaking them aloud.

“I swear to be your mate, your husband…” John stopped for a brief moment to blink the tears away, “…to be honoured every day that you choose to be mine and to protect you in your days of carrying the weight of nascent life.”

Nathalia’s pointy ears did a little wiggle. “I swear to be your mate, your wife,” she responded in kind. “To be honoured every day that you choose to be mine, to join my hoard with yours and to bear you many children.”

“And I swear to never forsake you, to never put you below those that you will call your sister-wives. I will love you with all my heart, from today until the last stars die.”

The ground trembled almost imperceptibly. “And I swear to carry your name with diligence, to not tarnish our household nor summon strife within it. I will love you with all my heart, from today until the last stars die.”

“Then, do you, Nathalia, take me, John Newman, as your wedded husband?”

“I do!” The ground rumbled. “And do you, John Newman, take me, Nathalia, as your wedded wife?”

“I do,” he stated.

Lava erupted from the mountains behind Nathalia with an almost comical intensity. Streams of liquid rock sputtered up into the air, rivers of molten love pouring down the channels of previous eruptions. Though the goddess of volcanoes managed to keep her hands diligently closed, the burning passion made it very clear what was going on behind those widened eyes.

[Nathalia Wedding Dress AI: https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/3828de104fa0.png ]

“Then, as Emperor of Fusion, future Apex of the Abyss and husband to the Flame of Destruction, I may now kiss my bride,” John whispered, already leaning in. He pushed the ring over her finger just as their lips found one another.

It was a chaste kiss only in the first second. As soon as the wedding band was set in place, the tall dragoness wrapped her arms around his back and pulled him in tight. Lust and love, desire and delight, passion and nurtured bonds, they all intertwined in the wrestling of their tongues and the mashing of their lips.

The crowd of women cheered. There was some jovial laughter and whistling when one of the volcanoes blew an extra plume of smoke into the air. Luckily, they already knew that only fire spirits and Mo’o lived on this island. The slip of Nathalia’s power potentially inconvenienced some people, but no one would be hurt.

Nathalia hooked one leg around him. John grabbed her ass without thinking. She moaned into the touch. They came to a bit of sense simultaneously, breaking the wedding kiss. Their relationship had started as something complicated, unstable and erotic. Now it was something understood, stable and erotic all the same. Neither of them were ashamed of what they were. The need to consummate this marriage pounded in their veins.

They disentangled, facing the gathered haremettes, Daiyu and the Horned Rat. The god clapped with rarely seen simplicity, expressing his joy with the repetitive motion. Did John see something clear pearl from the holes in his skull? Perhaps. It was classy not to comment on it.

Suddenly, the Horned Rat stepped forwards. Not even John, in all of his paranoia was alarmed, not even when the god reached into a pocket dimension. A bouquet of flowers was withdrawn and offered to the bride. “I believe, believe this is tradition?” he asked with a creaking smile.

“Thank you, my longest friend.” Nathalia’s deep voice was radiant. She grabbed the selection of red flowers, roses, geraniums and tulips. She appreciated it for a moment, before turning on her heels. The already wed women filtered out of the crowd, as did Lydia.

John smirked at the crowd of his women. They tensed up, as if ready to move in immediately. For all but one of them, it was a farce. As the flowers went flying, only Nahoa leapt upwards to intercept it. The demigoddess swiped the flowers with no challenge, landing amongst women that acted like they had simply missed their timing.

“Awww, we were too sloooooooooooooooow,” Sylph commented. “I was distracted by that cloud, you see? Yeah, the cloud!”

Nahoa’s confusion did not last long. It clicked immediately with her what had happened. Shaking her head, she laughed. It was a sound that was neither ditzy nor malicious, just a heartfelt expression of joy. “I thank you for your sacrifice, my beloveds.”

“Now, to track back!” Nathalia declared. “Much as I enjoy the scenery, I require a bed for what is to happen next.”