It’s in Her Nature

Had John not lost the ability to become fatigued thanks to Gamer’s Body, he wasn’t sure he would have been able to get out of bed at all that morning. Even without feeling physically drained he was more than content to luxuriate in the embrace of his Nekos for as long as he could, enjoying the tight press of their bodies against his own. It had taken a good deal of effort, but eventually John had worn the Nekos out enough to coax them to sleepily crawl under his enchanted bedding, the magical covers whisking away their excesses and leaving them fit for a prime night of cuddling.

Or, well, early morning cuddling. The two had been so excited about John’s new ability that they’d done their best to push it to the absolute limits. Even now…

“Ah, nyah…”

John hadn’t been awake more than five minutes when he felt Maera stir underneath the blankets, her ivory hair rustling against his chest. At first he’d thought she was just stirring in her sleep, but when her head started to creep lower on his abdomen, it wasn’t hard to guess where she was headed. As John lifted the blanket, he saw Maera with one hand on his cock while the other held the cleansing blanket well away from his shaft, ensuring the hard work of her tongue’s ministrations couldn’t be wicked away so easily. By this point his erection was already coated in a thin layer of her spit, and she was applying more at such a rate John was certain she wasn’t settling for an early morning blowjob.

“Maera, your sister is still asleep,” John said, shaking his head at how immediately the catgirl was seeking more pleasure. “We shouldn’t wake her.”

“Not asleep. Just lazy. I’m still sore, you two go ahead,” Mithra groaned, turning over and giving Maera enough room to properly mount John without disturbing her, pinning his cock against his abdomen with her groin.

After her little anal experimentation, Mithra had insisted on no less than four sessions of riding John to “ease the pain”, or so she had claimed at the time. Apparently she’d worn herself out so much she was even willing to sit idly by while Maera had her fun.

“Yay! See, we’re totally fine. Besides, you still need to finish putting kittens in Myaera,” Maera said, grinning toothily as she started to gently piston her hips, gliding her already wet outer lips along the underside of John’s shaft while mewling appreciatively.

“I thought we went over this last night,” John said, grinning in spite of himself as an adorable pout came across Maera’s face.

“You could have Vallya turn that stupid spell off,” Maera huffed, though her frustration didn’t slow her advances on his cock in the slightest. Lifting herself up only enough to point John’s cock toward her waiting slit, Maera eagerly sat herself back down on John’s lap, nestling his cock all the way inside with one shivering thrust.

“Right before a major war?” John mused. “I’m not sure this is the best timing. You know by the time you give birth I’ll be off fighting? I’ll probably have already been fighting since the time you really start to show your pregnancy. That means if you get pregnant you can’t be fighting alongside me either.”

John wasn’t sure what answer was preferable there; if Maera was fine with staying behind, she’d only grow more bold about insisting on him knocking her up. If she wanted to come with him, however, that just complicated the matter of figuring out who to take with him into battle…

“Fine, but right after the war is over!” Maera pouted, a look that was slightly besmirched by the blush on her cheeks as she began to bounce her lithe body on John’s cock, a lewd and slippery sound quietly emanating from their point of union.

“Why do you even want kittens, anyway? You’ve never told me anything except that you really, really seem to want them,” John mused, his hands finding their way to Maera’s hips. Though he wasn’t sure he was entirely on board with having more kittens running around himself, he didn’t have to work hard to get in the mood with a sexy, ivory-haired catgirl bouncing on his cock and practically begging to be bred.

“Wanna have kittens for when Myaster is gone, and to play with when Myaster is here, and to play with Mithra’s kittens, and… and I don’t know, I really just want kittens, so give ‘em to me, Myaster!” Maera huffed, bouncing her hips faster as if she could fuck the enchantment right out of John’s balls. A futile effort, but one John could happily support.

“Well, we can talk about that more when things settle down… for now though, we can at least practice the fun part,” John teased, quickly sitting up in the bed and nibbling along Maera’s neck in all the spots that Mithra had eagerly showed him were the most sensitive. It didn’t take long for Maera’s practiced thrusts and bounces to turn into a melted puddle of sex, her barely coherent thrusts doing just enough to keep them moving while John provided most of the momentum – right up until Maera was getting ready to cum, that is.

As if her brain had switched to being fueled by pleasure rather than intelligence, as Maera got closer to orgasm, she somehow grew more coordinated, if only for a few moments. She grinned at John and her eyes slammed open, pupils narrowing as she locked her feet in between his back and the bed, using the leverage to steady her thrusts again.

“When this war is over, we’re gonna do this again… but for real!” Maera squealed out.

“This feels pretty real,” John remarked, smiling up at the Neko while trying to match her efforts. It wasn’t an easy task – Maera was really giving it her all, slamming herself against John’s hips so loudly he worried the sounds might well reach other rooms. Her inner walls were clamping down with every thrust, trying to **** the sperm right out of John and into her greedy womb. Maera’s mouth was hanging open slightly as she rode him, her eyes unfocused and a series of quick, quiet moans escaping her lips.

But John was more than capable of matching her pace, no matter how appealing the idea of sitting back and enjoying the ride may have been. John wrapped his palms around Maera’s waist, cupping them tightly against her hip bones, both to enjoy the feeling of her lithe body and to increase his leverage as he pounded up into her body. The bed was rocking so violently at this point that John had no doubt that the sound would carry, but the thought of consequences was beyond him at that moment – all he could think about was the look on Maera’s face as her tongue started to creep out of her mouth, her eyes nearly rolling back in her head as her thrusts became uneven and her hips began to twitch almost as powerfully as her pussy.

“Nyah, Myaster… fill me up! Fill me uppppp!”

John couldn’t possibly have denied such an eager request, even if he had the slightest desire to do so. Maera gave one last thrust and then pulled herself tightly to his waist, as if trying to strangle him from the waist down. Even then, even with his orgasm crashing down around him, John did his best to thrust up and drive himself yet further into Maera, the movements of their bodies intertwining for a few glorious moments as John’s seed erupted into Maera’s body.

The two of them slowly came down from their orgasms in a twitching, erratic mess, clinging to each other for stability and comfort rather than pleasure. Despite the slow ebbing of ecstasy from their bones, John noticed the bed still had a slight jostle to it as he lay there – a quick glance to his right confirmed what his instincts already told him. Mithra was shivering in the throes of her own orgasm, looking at John and Maera’s entangled forms with a haze of lust clouding her gaze. She met John’s eyes with a smile, even as she gasped lightly and finished climaxing to the sight of John fucking her twin sister, one last round of shivers passing through her before she mewled quietly and leaned over, cuddling with them both in a position that was as loving as it was awkward.

“I thought you were tired?” John said, grinning over at Mithra.

“I was. I got over it,” Mithra said, sticking her tongue out at John. “What are we gonna do now?”

“I don’t know about you two, but I’m going to get out of bed before I get stuck in it all day,” John teased, extracting himself from the tangle of limbs their bed had become.

”Not that that would be a particularly cruel fate,” John thought lewdly as he opened his inventory and quickly re-equipped his clothes and armor. The sound of metallic clanking brought a displeased pout to Maera’s face, who was already in the process of leaning off the bed and reaching for John’s cock.

“Don’t like how fast you get dressed, Myaster,” Maera complained, casually switching to lean on her elbow as Mithra spooned her from behind.

“Well, as much as you hate wearing clothes, if you want to come with me, you’d better start getting dressed yourself,” John said, chuckling as he headed for the hall. “Today is a training day, I don’t know who will be up for some dungeon runs, but if either of you want in on it, make sure to be downstairs and armored up soon.”

“Hm… bed or play… why do you always have to give us such hard choices, Myaster?!” Maera said, continuing a full frontal **** with her pout.

“Because I enjoy seeing you squirm. In more ways than one,” John said, enjoying the annoyed look on Maera’s face just a moment longer before stepping out of the room and shutting the door behind him.

John glanced at his menus while walking toward the common room, checking the time of day. It was still early, but late enough that most of his creations and lovers would either be awake or at least not grouch. With his inventory still open, John accessed the tab containing his Rings of Communication and equipped the rings enchanted for Sophia, Vallya, Orria, Lerianna, and Shishun on his left hand. Then with his right, John gave each of them a twist, the runes on their sides glistening slightly with the movement.

“Anyone interested in a few Dungeon runs, be downstairs in fifteen minutes. Everyone else, feel free to go back to sleep,” John thought, twisting each of the rings back again before he could hear any proper responses. The most coherent response he got was the equivalent of a mental nod from Sophia that came without hesitation, as well as a few garbled and overlapping thoughts from the others – one of the many reasons John didn’t use the rings at the same time like that very often. He didn’t worry too much about their actual responses, figuring they were all now either in the process of waking up and donning armor or trying to get back to sleep.

John ventured down into the common room of the living area, currently empty save for himself and two napping kittens. That didn’t really last for long – by the time that he had taken his seat near the center of the room, Miriam had stirred awake enough to raise her head and Sophia was emerging from her room. She gave John a firm nod before descending the stairs to join him, sitting a respectful but minimal distance away. Miriam noticed that there didn’t seem to be anything interesting going on and quickly dozed off once more.

“To what intensity would you like us to push ourselves, Father? With a war on the horizon, I assume you will require our full effort,” Sophia asked, sitting up even straighter than normal. “I will stand with you until the end.”

“Well, we definitely won’t be taking it easy, but I don’t think we need to worry about pushing ourselves to the absolute limits yet,” John cautioned, still finding a warm smile on his face at Sophia’s eternal eagerness. “First, let’s see who actually wants to participate.”

Sophia said nothing in response, content to wait by John’s side. It only took a handful of minutes for the others to arrive. First Shishun slithered her way in from the lower halls, holding a position near the corner that managed to look both casual and alert. Then Vallya floated in from the upper level, followed rapidly by – to John’s slightest of surprise – Maera and Mithra, who came down in full battle gear.

John was more than familiar with Maera’s armor at this point, but he couldn’t help letting his eyes trace their way over Mithra’s form. Mithra’s body was slightly inspired by the armor that Glenna and the order had forged for Maera, but was mostly a simplistic design designed for maximum mobility while enchantments provided the majority of her protection. It wasn’t a choice John particularly approved of – he preferred armors like Sophia that could maximize safety, especially since enchantments could only do so much for cloth – but it was what the Nekos had assured him was best for their combat prowess.

Mithra’s armor was little more than regular clothes, albeit enchanted with layers upon layers of enhancement magic, both offensive and defensive. She wore a white crop-top highlighted by a black pattern outlining the edges. The shirt was revealing even outside of a battle context, not starting until a considerable amount of cleavage was displayed and stopping well above Mithra’s lowest ribs. Thick black suspenders bridged the opening that uncovered her abdomen, barely concealing the tight muscles of the Neko’s well-developed midriff. Those suspenders eventually connected to a piece of black cloth that tempted the gods by daring to call itself a skirt, dangling just low enough to conceal Mithra’s nether regions to all but the most brazen of perverts under normal circumstances – or to anyone standing behind her, if she gave even the slightest lean forward.

Actually, the most covered portion of Mithra in her combat gear were her arms. Mithra’s upper limbs were covered from wrist to nearly her shoulder, with even a good chunk of her palms and the backs of her hands covered with crimson and black material, including plates and softer – but magically protective – fabrics. She strode down the stairs behind Maera as if she owned the place, the pleats of her skirt swaying in the wind in a seductive way that filled John with the desires to take her right back into the bedroom, pin her to the wall and pick right back up where they had left off.

“Nyaa, all set, Myaster,” Mithra said, rotating her shoulders. “We ready to go?”

“Almost. Orria and Lerianna still aren’t here; we’ll wait for them before we go.”

“Go? Where are you going?”

Farrah’s voice was mostly curious, though there was perhaps a small amount of concern behind it. She was peering down at them from the second floor, eyes wide and curious.

“We’re going to be training today, we do that in these things called Barriers which are kind of self-contained spaces, sort of the way this world is separate from the old one,” John explained. “So we’re going to go outside, and we’ll probably be appearing and disappearing a few times throughout the day, so don’t get scared if you’re outside and see us pop into existence.”

“Oh. Weird. Can I come with you?”

“Ah…” John paused, not having considered that Farrah might be interested in training. “I wasn’t very clear – training for us is fighting. A lot of fighting, actually, against monsters that get created inside the Barriers.”

“Oh… that doesn’t sound so nice,” Farrah murmured. “If I don’t have to fight, I’d rather not.”

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Farrah. Besides, we already have a full party. More than full, actually. I can only take four with me, and we’ve already got five here – plus we’re still waiting on Orria and Lerianna to show up.”

“Oh, they left early this morning. I ran into them while I was getting some water. Orria said something about surveying the mountains and the land around the temple. Lerianna wouldn’t say what she was doing, she just blushed a lot. I saw one of those flying things following her when she left.”

“Well, that simplifies things a little…” John mused. “Does anyone know if Yvara is still passed out?”

“She’s gone too. Left her door open and everything, must have been in a real hurry. Not that she has anything here to keep secret or safe,” Vallya mused, shrugging. “I’m guessing you need someone to stay back this time?”

“Yeah, not sure who though. We might have to set a rotation, if everyone wants to-”

“I’ll stay back, I don’t mind,” Vallya replied immediately, with another disinterested shrug. “I can work on my magic pretty easily, and we need someone capable of looking after all these kittens.”

John quirked an eyebrow, glancing over to where Miriam was lying. By the look on the adolescent kitten’s face, she was very clearly trying to ignore them and will herself back to sleep despite the conversation going on. Clearly, managing her would be a herculean task.

“Well… that’s fine by me, anyone else got an objection?”

John let the silence hang in the air for a moment before he clapped his hands together and stood, heading for the front door.