Half an hour later, with one hell of a headache.

John’s head shot up as he finally came to. Jack and Toph letting out soft cries of delight when they saw him move. John took deep labored breaths, the taste of strawberries still on his lips. He coughed, Jack and Toph starting to lick his face, not stopping until he managed to raise his hands and pat both of them.

Jack whined softly as Toph looked at him with beady eyes. Even as he patted them, they looked like they wanted to tell him something. Slowly feeling the paralysis leave his body, John asked them softly. “Why didn’t you hide? She could have hurt you two, and I would never forgive myself if she had taken you both. I may have not spent a long time with you two, but you are my pets. Mine alone.”

Jack purred softly, then suddenly he hissed, clawing at John’s arm, not managing to do much more than draw a single drop of blood before John’s Gamer’s Body fixed it. It didn’t even cost him any HP. Jack clawed at him again, only for the same to happen, followed by a whine from him.

John was confused, thinking about what Jack could mean. Only for something to hit him. Literally. A small pebble hit his forehead. This too did not deal any damage. Toph looking quite as sad as Jack, curled up in a ball while small pebbles floated around her, pelting at John.

“Guys, why are you attacking me all of a sudden? You know your attacks, don’t, hurt me. Oh fuck me and call me sally. That is what you are trying to tell me, isn’t it!” John cried out while pulling the two of them into a tight embrace. “You two, even though you wanted to, you couldn’t help me?” Jack mewed with a soft nod. Toph licking his palm as she nodded as well.

John scratched both of them between their ears. “I will go have a talk with Arnold, ask him how to powerlevel you two. Next time we encounter her, I hope you two can help me fight her,” John told them, earning himself two small nods before they let him get up.

John took a few minutes to regain the feeling in his entire body, the paralysis having worn off rather quickly, not that he minded. He took the time to study the scroll as well. Observe showed him nothing but: ‘Scroll’. It was a normal piece of paper, rolled up with a wax seal on it. A symbol was visible on it, but John did not recognize it. John shrugged, tossing it into his inventory.

With a groan he finally got up, dismissing his pets manually, the tattoos on his back pulsing slightly, then he left the barrier.

John switched to his normal clothes upon exiting the barrier, continuing his walk to the camp, seeing one hunter leaving the moment he was about to enter.

“Hey, ehm, question.” John said to the huntress; the woman looked curiously at him but nodded.

“Arnold and Miranda, are they in? I need to talk to them about something.”

“They are, their personal tent, opposite the command tent, can’t miss it. I can’t stay any longer to chat though, they found a trap barrier nearby, I’m being sent to investigate,” the huntress spoke curtly, then started to dash into the woods.

John watched her go, then walked through the entrance, finding himself back in the safe haven of the camp. Jack and Toph looked at him from his shoulders, mewing and peeping slightly as he once again pat them. “I’m going to report to Miranda and talk to Arnold; you two go and find Cynthia, okay? Be good now!” John told his pets, Jack jumping from his shoulder as Toph climbed down his body. The little snow leopard led the pangolin into the camp.

John knew Cyn would look weirdly upon Toph at first, but hopefully, she would realize what was up when Jack led the pet into the tent.

With a determined face, John started to make his way to the command tent. He knew he would have to report on the ambush as well as get Arnold’s help with training his pets, so he wanted to be efficient and get both of it over with in one go.

John arrived in front of the tent, knocking on it as he heard a labored voice call out: “Come in!” from inside.

John opened the tent flap, wholly unprepared for the sight he saw when he entered. Miranda, on her hands and knees, getting pounded into by Arnold from behind. The two lovers were on the bed, both naked as the day they were born. As John entered, Arnold gave a rather savage thrust into Miranda, making her moan wantonly in greeting.

“Ah… John, what can we do for you?” Miranda asked a few seconds later, panting slightly, her hips wetly smacking against Arnold’s pelvis as he drove into her.

John looked flustered at the parents of his girlfriend going at it so casually. His eyes were drawn to Miranda’s swinging breasts, and he felt his second brain react quickly as he watched those big, pendulous breasts swing with the thrusts.

“I, ehm, got something to report, but I can come back later, I mean, you guys are… Busy.” John turned on his heels about to walk out when Arnold’s gruff voice rang out from behind.

“No need, John, report; we can multitask, can’t we dear?” the older man asked as he gave a rather deep thrust.

Miranda mewled as she gave him a poisonous glare. “Keep that up and I might just trade you in for a… Younger model,” her eyes fell on John as she said that, licking her lips with a wink, John’s breath catching in his throat as he heard the two banter while fucking like rabbits.

John’s enhanced length grew to full mast from the wet sounds of their mating and the thick scent of sex in the air. He cleared his throat, starting his story. “Well, I was on my way here when-”

Miranda interrupted him, eyes focused on his bulge. “Hmmm, this won’t do, you poor boy. Who can expect you to concentrate on telling your story when you are so… Distracted. Drop your pants,” her voice was hard as steel as she spoke her last words, John looking at Arnold to see if he heard that right. When the man didn’t indicate anything else, John stepped forward and unbuckled his pants, dropping them to his ankles quickly. The sound of metal hitting wood ringing out as his belt buckle struck the floor.

Miranda grabbed John by the ass unceremoniously, pulling him closer as her other hand tugged his boxers down, getting hit in the face by the Gaia enhanced member.

Arnold laughed out loud as he watched his lover get hit in the face by John’s member. “Well then. I guess we don’t have to worry about Johnyboy keeping Cyn satisfied, don’t we, boss?” he teased her as he gave her ass a loud smack.

Miranda cooed softly, giving John’s cock a long lick. John gave a low moan as he felt like the weirdness of the Abyss was taking hold of him again. Nothing else could justify getting blown by the mother of his girlfriend while reporting.

John cleared his throat, starting to explain how he got ambushed. “So, I was walking through the forest, I kinda skipped school today, and just as I was about to come here, I got draaah.”

His words dragged out as Miranda took his member into her mouth, her tongue slowly dragging along his cockhead; something told John that she was just as excited to do this as he was. Her skills were more than a notch above Cynthia’s, not that he would trade Cynthia for anything, but damn. Her mother knew how to suck a cock.

“John, what is taking you?” Arnold asked as he slowed down a bit, turning the fucking from a sprint to a marathon.

“Sorry, got distracted,” he mumbled, then explained on as Miranda’s hand cupped his balls. “So I got dragged into a barrier; the woman there, observe gave me a name, Ellen Hollmey, but anyway, she seemed to be a mage of some kind. She paralysed me.”

John felt Miranda’s lips tighten around his cock, slowly sliding down before moving back up. The milf started to bob up and down on his length, louder moans escaping his lips as he looked down on her twinkling eyes.

“She gave me this scroll. Told me she was ordered to kill one of us, but she wasn’t paid enough or something,” John mumbled as he gave the scroll to Arnold who placed it on the nightstand.

“And well, they seem to be led by a woman they call ‘the collector’ if that rings any bells?” John asked in a breathy voice, Miranda’s palm fondling his sack expertly as she sucked on his cock like there was no tomorrow.

“So, then the woman knocked me out. And well. I kinda need to talk to you about my pets. Ah... Ah… Ahrnold,” he mumbled, feeling like the points of Endurance did nothing against the skilled blowjob Miranda was giving him. He was about to shoot, but luckily, he had made it to the end of his report.

Miranda hummed, tugging on his nuts as she looked up at him, and she gave him a slight nod; John took this as permission to cum, hearing Arnold groan behind her, the two men pumping her full of their spunk from both ends. John emptied his sack in her mouth while Arnold took care of her mature folds.

John fell flat on his ass as his mind blanked, not able to keep his balance anymore. He stared at Miranda, swallowing a few times before showing him her empty mouth. “Hmmm, tasty, thanks, John.” She winked at him as she suddenly screamed out, her own orgasm starting the moment Arnold finished.

Arnold held onto her from behind, smirking at John like it was a normal thing to happen.