Some instincts are not natural

Kevin slowly stretched his arms and legs in the bed as he gradually drifted to consciousness. He felt—actually, all things considered, he realized he felt surprisingly good. Bits and pieces of the evening before began to drift into his consciousness—dreamlike, save for how intensely visceral they were.

Hwa had kept him on edge for most of the hour he had spent blindfolded and handcuffed. He could feel himself grow stiff as he recalled the silken touch of soft fur as it brushed across his dick again and again. He’d lost track of time after no more than a few minutes of the treatment, as the kumiho alternated between teasing him, pumping her hand up and down his shaft until he was ready to cum, then suddenly abandoning him and leaving his cock twitching vainly in the air in search of stimulation.

It had been ****, and the fact that Kevin was smiling as he remembered it had implications that he was going to need to confront eventually. Later, though.

His release had come after what he assumed was almost the entire span of the hour. After being driven to the edge again and again, only to find himself teetering alone on the brink, it had come as both a shock and a welcome release when Hwa’s hand had—miraculously—continued to pump. Beneath the blindfold, Kevin’s vision had flashed from black to white as he felt his balls empty themselves in an orgasm which seemed to last forever.

The Korean woman had continued to stroke his shaft until she’d squeezed out every drop of his seed that she could, mere moments before the cuffs which held his wrists had released themselves.

It had taken Kevin several minutes to realize what had happened. He’d pulled off his blindfold, only to discover his bed empty—save for the small white fox which had curled itself into a perfect circle at the foot of the bed, as far from him as it could be. The silky white fur which covered it was flawlessly pure in color, save for four bands of equally dark black just at the base of each of its limbs.

Its eyes had been closed, and while Kevin had assumed it was the animal form of the kumiho, he hadn’t been willing to check or ask if Hwa was actually asleep. Instead, he had gotten up to clean himself, only to discover that while the sheets were mussed and covered in his sweat, there was no sign of what had felt like an endless stream of his cum.

If he wasn’t prepared to ask Hwa if she was awake, he certainly was in no rush to ask her what had happened to his cum. Chalking that up to yet another mystery to solve later, he had brushed his teeth, climbed back into bed, and gone to sleep.

Hwa was gone by the time he woke up.

---

One of the things that Kevin found surprisingly easy to adapt to about House Rule was the way it interacted with the setting of the season of Harem Hotel.

As he walked towards The Long Rest, the weather was gorgeous—blue skies, occasional fluffy clouds, and a mild breeze that was just enough to keep the temperature inside the city pleasant. He could tell that it was because Adventuria was following his seasonal table, and just as in his campaign, each week would have a roll which would determine the course of weather for the following days.

He could even tell that while he couldn’t nudge the roll itself, he could shift the table around to make some results more likely than other. On a whim, he did so, and fair weather went from a 40% chance to 50%. He was still smiling from the rush of power when he walked into the common room of the inn, and that smile only grew when he spotted Elsie in the middle of breakfast with Hazel.

It felt as though he hadn’t seen the nymph around much lately. As he watched, the vines which were all that covered her lush figure twisted slightly to lift her enormous breasts as though they could sense his lingering gaze, and Kevin found himself wondering how on Adventuria he could possibly have lost track of an almost entirely naked woman who looked like that.

He only realized that he’d been staring the entire time he walked across the room when he nearly crashed into one of the wait staff—a slender woman who looked all but human, save for the tiny pair of sharp horns which jutted from her forehead—and **** her to spin nimbly out of her way. That she could do so without dropping the tray of plates she’d been carrying towards one of the other tables was a credit to her skill, but he still found himself apologizing even as she laughed it off.

“Careful there, Kevin, I might think you were distracted by something.”

Elsie’s tone was teasing, but the fond smile on her lips went a long way towards easing any potential sting from her words. It was astonishing to Kevin not just how quickly she had adapted to the situation—given the effect of her level one Erudite ability, that was all but inevitable—but how quickly he had gotten used to having her around.

“I, uhh–”

“You were staring at my boobs,” Hazel supplied helpfully. She too wore a smile, though there was more warmth than accusation in her voice.

Kevin considered attempting to deny it, but since the moment he turned to face the woman, his gaze immediately dropped into the depths of her titanic cleavage, he realized that battle was lost before it ever began. He struggled mightily to lift his eyes and eventually found himself staring at Hazel’s face.

Compared to her body, the nymph’s features were merely attractive. It was almost a shock for the season’s master to realize that from the neck up, Hazel was far more cute than sexy, though the kindness in her eyes did much to elevate her appeal. “Yeah. Sorry.”

She giggled, which **** Kevin to roll a save against distraction that he skated by on a technical success. The motion sent waves rolling through her vine-supported tits that were nearly irresistible to his gaze, as though the orbs exerted a gravity far in excess of what their already considerable mass would suggest. “Don’t be. I don’t mind being looked at. It’s just a body.”

The shrug that lifted and dropped her breasts **** a re-roll that Kevin failed. He watched as the vines attempted to keep up with the motion of Hazel’s tits, but the plants moved slowly and had a lot of terrain to cover. The broad areola and thick nubs of her nipples escaped confinement twice as they danced in and out of his view behind the thin green tendrils.

When he heard a giggle coming from Elsie as well, Kevin realized he was staring again. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath to calm himself, then **** himself to look at the nymph’s face. “I’ve actually been wanting to talk to you about that from the beginning. You didn’t really seem upset about being put on display—were you a nudist before you came here, or just not particularly modest, or…?”

He trailed off to leave the question open, and Hazel responded with a gentle shrug. “I just don’t see what all the fuss is about. If you looking at my body makes you happy, where’s the harm in it? It’s not like being looked at takes anything away from me. I’m sure hundreds of people in this city have taken a glance, and I’m still here and as whole as ever. Miss Elsie over there isn’t covering much more than I am, and she’s no worse off. The whole ‘nudity taboo’ just never particularly made sense to me, ya know?”

For just a moment, there was just enough of a hint of valley girl to the nymph’s accent that Kevin nearly laughed. Instead, he smiled, relaxed, and flagged down one of the serving wenches to see about getting some coffee.

---

Tess nearly walked straight past the table containing Elsie, Kevin and Hazel until the latter called her name. It actually took the second repetition for her to realize that the nymph was talking to her, as lost in her own thoughts as she’d been.

“Hey! Sorry, I was lost in my own head there. Wait—can you understand me?”

After seven days of meetings with the rest of the party being colored by the need to start with tongue-to-tongue contact, the young selkie had mostly gotten used to the fact that first words were hit or miss.

Hazel responded with a broad smile that lit up her face. She gestured over at Elsie, who held up a small device which vaguely resembled a deep pink beetle and explained, “Lily clued me in to the fact that I could craft a more permanent solution than Tongues. This will only work between members of the party, so we’ll still need to be prepared to make out occasionally, but it’s better than nothing.”

Right on her heels, Kevin chimed in to add, “It’s tied into the party interface, too, so it shouldn’t matter if Elsie herself is somewhere else.” He paused a moment as he studied Tess’ face, then asked, “Care to join us for breakfast? We were going to head out with Hazel in a minute, but you look like you’ve got something on your mind.”

Tess hesitated. She did, in fact, have several thoughts which had been weighing on her, but when faced with the prospect of actually explaining what they were, she froze. “I—maybe later? I don’t want to hold you up…”

Hazel shrugged. “We’re in no particular rush, sweetheart. You’re welcome to join us if you’d like. The staff was just preparing us a picnic basket to take with us, I’m sure it’d be no trouble to ask them to add in a little more.”

Fifteen minutes later, the four were in possession of two wicker baskets, each lined in red and white checked Gingham cloth. One dangled from the arm of Kevin, while Tess had volunteered to carry the other. She trailed behind the other three, who chatted lightly as they shared some of their observations of the city while her thoughts swirled madly.

There has to be something going on to make all of us okay with this. Look at us—we’re just going to go out for some kind of picnic, a week after being kidnapped by some kind of mad sex demon. I’ve somehow got my sister living inside of me, and I’m just supposed to pretend that this is all normal?

The most troubling part to Tess was that there was a part of her which was fully prepared to do exactly that. As much as she railed against it, the young selkie had to push back against the sensations which constantly flooded her body and strove to push her towards either a further exploration of her senses—an act which had led her to fingering herself to orgasm more than once as the increased sensitivity of her relentlessly needy pussy won out over her hesitations—or to assuming the less reserved Flexible Form.

At least while I’m shifted I don’t have that nagging voice at the back of my head telling me that this is all wrong. But that’s a problem too, right? We should all be screaming about what’s happened to us, not just walking practically arm in arm down the street.

No matter how she mulled the words over in her head, though, she couldn’t bring herself to voice them.

As she followed the trio, Hazel led the way out of one of the gates of the city. Only when the nymph turned off the paved road and stepped onto a well-worn trail did Tess think to ask, “Where are we actually going?”

---

Hwa’s plans for a criminal empire had been put on hold for the day. Instead, she had begun to follow up on a trail that had been first sniffed out almost by accident, when she and Blue had investigated the dealings of a shady potion seller on the third day of the season.

Potions surrounded her now, though they were neither of her own making, nor among those she’d stolen from the man when he fled her investigation. Instead, the multicolored bottles on the shelves around her were those sold by the same alchemist who had posted the bounty that Blue accepted several days ago.

When Hwa had reported her findings to the man—a rather gaunt individual with albino-white skin and a bald head—he had been unimpressed by her report. He had paid her nevertheless, as she had not only fulfilled the technical requirements of the quest, but also done him the service of disposing of the cart of low-grade potions and reagents out of which the unknown black market vendor had been operating.

“I will require access to alchemy tools of a higher quality than that riff-raff in the alley.” Hwa was once more clad in her Token of Defiance outfit, and felt no shame in taking advantage of the distraction it caused the man. Her breasts were barely contained by the corset top, and the gaunt alchemist was no better than Kevin at keeping his eyes respectfully on her face.

“I—uh, I can do that. For a price! Of course.” The man—who had introduced himself as Bruce—gestured towards the back of his shop. Through the door there, Hwa could make out a heavily reinforced stone room and several benches on which rested various alembics, flasks, and stills. There even appeared to be some kind of centrifuge, though it was not immediately obvious how it would be powered.

“Of course.” Hwa’s tone was silky-smooth, and she let out just a hint of the dark power she had been gathering as she released it. “I’m sure we can come to an arrangement.”

What she had discovered through her experimentation with the various transfigured peasants from whom she had drawn power was that the description of her Witch’s ability was incomplete to the point of being misleading. While the implication of the text had been that Dark Rewards would allow her to modify existing magic, what Hwa had learned through experimentation was that it did so by siphoning that magic into a reservoir within her own soul. Perhaps to a human the difference would have been insignificant, but kumiho were no strangers to soul-magic.

Granted, the effects of this particular variety were outside of Hwa’s personal experience, but the effects were worth the potential risk.

She pulled out a handful of wooden disks that had been among the materials she’d retrieved from the man’s cart. As far as Hwa could tell, they had no inherent value, but by weaving a little more of the black magic she’d stolen into them, they took on a glittering golden appearance. It was a transformation, not mere illusion—though it was no more than a shallow shell over the wood—and it carried with it some of the same subtle allure which seemed to permeate this entire world.

“Will these suffice? I have a substance I acquired last night which I will need to analyze undisturbed for several hours.”

---

Hazel beamed a smile as she stepped through the brush at the end of the trail. The plant actually leaned aside to accommodate her figure, and she whispered a quiet word of thanks before stepping aside to make room for the rest of her companions.

Ahead of her stretched a broad bend in the river Yarlem, into which the Mimi and several other tributaries fed. Thanks to its passage through the town—and the magical cleansing slimes which purified it there—despite being downstream from a major metropolitan center the water was crystal clear and pure. The slimes themselves did occasionally find their way downstream, but the efforts of the Slime Herders’ guild to keep them contained kept those incidents to a minimum.

This particular bend featured a broad sandy beach on one shore and deep shady trees on the other. The water burbled merrily across several river rocks, and occasional silvery flashes within its depths hinted at the several species of fish which called the waterway their home.

It was, in short, the perfect destination for her quest.

Quest: Natural Beauty (Part 1)(Weekly Quest)

Objective: Reveal the beauty of nature to the Dungeon Master in all its full glory. (0/1)

Naturally, were Hazel given sufficient time, there were dozens of other locations she would gladly take Kevin, but there were only so many hours in the day.

The man himself stepped up beside her and—Hazel had to count this as a good sign—actually took in the vista rather than keeping his eyes on her body. Not that she minded him looking, she might have been born in America, but the only reason she wore clothes was that her work involved enough dirt and mud to make an outer layer a more practical choice.

Most nymphs never bothered. Then again, most nymphs spent the majority of their time sitting around in the most remote places they could find and, quite frankly, Hazel hadn’t ever found them to be particularly engaging company. They were her sisters, to be sure, but there was a reason she’d been living on a commune and not with any of them.

“Wow, this is—honestly, Hazel, this is incredible.”

Hearing Kevin’s praise brought her attention back to the present and a smile to her face. She turned to look at the man Lily had declared to be the center of her world. Physically he wasn’t a terribly impressive specimen—five eight or so, a little flabby, brown hair, brown eyes, plain features.

That didn’t terribly matter, though, and the fact that he’d apparently architected this world said a lot of good things about the man. Hazel was looking forward to taking some time to learn more about them, but in the meantime she had a more pressing matter to bring up.

As Elsie and Tess stepped up—the former taking the basket from Kevin’s hands to hang it on a nearby branch for later—Hazel cleared her throat.

“Kevin… there’s some people I’d like for you to meet.”

She whistled, then turned to watch as Summer, Autumn, Winter, and Jennifer stepped out from the trees.

---

“Is it weird that today seems normal, compared to the last couple?”

Kevin was laying back on something akin to a wicker beach chair, although rather than dead plants, his was woven from strands of living vines. Unlike his companions, his included a ‘roof’ of leafy branches several feet above his head, which provided shade from the increasingly warm rays of the sun that poured in overhead.

“Sure, the setting is a little weird, but there’s nothing wrong with some girls playing volleyball.” Hazel’s tone was dreamy as she responded, as she’d been on the verge of falling asleep before Kevin randomly spoke up. The nymph was similarly stretched out on a natural ‘beach chair’, though when she’d grown her own she had foregone the shade.

Her curves were on full display, as she had commanded the vines which covered her to peel back so she didn’t wind up with unsightly tan lines. It left the luscious woman naked, and the only reason Kevin’s eyes weren’t permanently locked onto her was the ongoing presence of the game at the bank of the river.

“Actually, I think that it should be. I–” Tess was seated opposite Hazel, to Kevin’s left, and he turned his eyes on the white-haired young woman as she started speaking, then suddenly cut herself off.

Tess’ chair was more crudely shaped than either Kevin’s or Hazel’s. It had been grown by two of the elven women that the druid had apparently adopted into her circle, and while they showed astonishing capability for having apparently only been studying the nymph’s natural magic for half of a week, their skills were obviously inferior to those of their grove mother.

In particular, Autumn—the only one of the elves Kevin had so much as seen prior to their arrival at the riverbank a few hours ago—seemed to have progressed the farthest in terms of power, but was the worst in terms of her control. While she’d shown impressive strength in sprouting the massive web of woody vines which formed the base of Tess’ chair—nearly matching Hazel’s speed in the process—she’d lost control of her ‘outfit’ in the process.

The fair-skinned redhead was still painfully skinny to Kevin’s eyes, but with a few days of care under Hazel’s supervision, she had started to add a slight layer of fat to her previously bony frame. The vines which covered her were still more akin to shibari-ropes than actual garments, though, and the moment she’d stopped focusing on them, Autumn had found herself teetering off-balance as she was bent over with her wrists and ankles bound together.

Though, as Kevin thought back to the way her red-furred lips had glistened under the late-morning sun, he had to wonder if she was really trying her hardest to maintain control.

“How do you mean?” He glanced over at Tess after she spoke, his eyes studying the older selkie sibling in turn. He was surprised to discover that, sometime since they lay down to watch the game and relax, she had shifted into her larger Flexible Form. Her Shifter’s Suit outfit had changed to match, which meant her newly massive tits were now covered by tiny triangles of shining silver cloth which barely concealed her nipples. Most of her pale skin was on full display, including a rippling set of washboard abs which glistened with the tanning oil Elsie had whipped up.

Tess sat upright and glanced over at Kevin. Her eyes dipped down to his crotch for long enough that it was obvious she’d noticed the erection he sported, but since the expression that flashed across her face was a wry smile, he pushed back the rising sense of concern to focus on her response.

“What I mean is I think Lily did something to us. Or maybe it’s this place. I’ve been thinking about it all morning, but I didn’t know how to bring it up. There’s no way we should all be as normal about this as we are. Obviously Elsie is an **** example–” She gestured towards the brownie in question, who was currently occupying the back line of one half of the volleyball field opposite Abby.

“–but like, Abby just got here two days ago. She should still be freaking out, not playing volleyball with a bunch of mostly naked elves!”

Like Hazel, the elves which the druid introduced were wearing living outfits held together by their own druid power. Summer’s tanned skin was offset by deep green leaves which hugged to her comparatively thicker curves, while Winter’s dark skin and slim form was offset by vines so pale the green was barely visible. Jennifer’s were a vibrant green, but also the most sparse of the four as they left most of her slender body on full display.

Kevin glanced over at the aforementioned group briefly. Elsie’s normal outfit was close enough to beach-wear that she hadn’t felt the need to change it, while Abby was wearing an outfit the brownie had crafted out of some of her stored materials. Relatively modest compared to everyone else at the beach, the shorts and t-shirt she wore hugged her slender frame tightly but weren’t so **** that they would have looked out of place back on Earth.

“That—actually, that would make some sense. I remember reading something about a normality field in some of the seasons of Harem Hotel. It usually came up when they were doing introductions to help keep everyone from freaking out, but—huh.”

He trailed off as he looked back to Tess. The selkie was watching her sister play, and if he had to describe her expression, the word ‘hungry’ might have come to mind. Her pale skin suddenly flushed as she realized he was looking at her, whatever thoughts were running through her head apparently sufficiently embarrassing that they temporarily overpowered Flexible Form’s amplified exuberance.

“Wait, you think so?” Tess seemed shocked that Kevin actually agreed with her, which caused him to raise an eyebrow.

“I mean—Lily literally gave Blue a new body. Is it so much of a stretch to imagine she’s done something to keep us calm? It’s pretty obvious that she wants us to go along with whatever it is she has planned. Elsie–” Kevin gestured over at the brownie, who just dove into the sand to catch a serve from the surprisingly aggressive Winter. “–guessed that Lily designed the path of least resistance to be just going along with the premise and frankly?”

He shrugged. “I can’t think of any realistic way around it. I know it might sound a little hollow coming from me—this is my fantasy world, and all that—but I’m just a regular human. I don’t have the magic powers that you all have, let alone the godlike magic Lily wields. I don’t intend to try to push you into anything that makes you uncomfortable, but I think Elsie is right.”

“You should try to enjoy it more, then.” The words came from Hazel, and Kevin turned his head to the right to look at the nymph. She was still leaning back in her chair, but had raised her arms and was resting the back of her head on her hands. Her eyes were closed, and her lips were curled into a gentle smile. “You too, Tess.”

“You say that, but…” The selkie trailed off, and Kevin turned to look at her. She was staring at the game, and it was obvious which of the players held her attention.

“Yeah, I have to imagine having your sister involved is making things weird. I’m an only child, but ****…”

It was Kevin’s turn to leave the topic hanging, only for Hazel to suggest, “So figure out what you’re willing to do and get over your hangups.” Both the season’s master and the bikini-clad athlete turned to look at the nymph in shock at her casual dismissal of the topic. After a second or two, she went on to explain, “Even if you aren’t going to just embrace the premise like Elsie, all you’re doing by fighting back is making yourself unhappy, right?”

When Tess responded with a frown, the voluptuous woman continued, “So, figure out what you’re willing to do, how much is too much, and just do that. Maybe you aren’t happy with the idea of holding your little sister down so Kevin can plow her, but you don’t mind the idea of a little sisterly muff-diving. As long as you’re participating, I doubt Lily is going to care much about the details. Maybe it’s the other way around and you don’t think your sister looks like a tasty snack, but the idea of watching while Kevin has his way with her turns you on. Its not like you’d be the first set of sisters to fuck the same guy, and—correct me if I’m wrong here—I doubt Kevin would turn that down if you offered.”

Kevin suddenly found himself the focus of both women’s attention, a fact made all the more awkward by the way his erection was quite obviously straining his pants. He’d managed to barely keep it under control while watching six mostly-nude women playing volleyball. Attractive though they were, the group was actually taking the game seriously which let him focus on the gameplay rather than the nubile bodies bouncing and jumping around.

When Hazel began her frank and unreserved assessment of Tess’ options, though, he found himself picturing the silver-haired eighteen year old Joenson on her back while her transformed older sister held her ankles above her head. All the fantasies he’d deliberately been avoiding began to creep into his mind, and his body reacted before he could **** his attention elsewhere.

To his surprise, when Tess responded, though, it was quiet and cautious rather than angry. “But—**** is—don’t you think that’s just wrong?”

A surprisingly merry laugh slipped from Hazel’s lips as she responded, “Sweetheart, I’m the wrong person to ask about that. Flowers aren’t exactly known for being discerning about who pollinates them. I’m not as familiar with seals specifically, but most animals are more concerned about how healthy their mate is than who the mate’s parents are. Sure, it makes a difference in humans if you interbreed, but I don’t think you and Abby are going to be having kids together, so what does it matter if Kevin knocks both of you up?”

The **** sound from between the two women was a result of Kevin having chosen that moment to take a drink of the still cool water they’d brought along for the trip. His voice was hoarse as he protested, “It’s a bit soon to be talking about that, right?”

“Why? You came inside Stheno, right?”

Kevin bluescreened.

His protests died on his lips and his face went slack as he realized that not only had he had unprotected sex with the gorgeous gorgon, he’d done so multiple times in the same night, without having even considered the possibility of protection. His last girlfriend had been on birth control the entire time they’d dated, so he hadn’t ever gotten in the habit of donning condoms, but he’d pumped several loads of his cum into Stheno’s eager little cunt without the concept of her conceiving even occurring to him.

“I don’t want to think about my sister being held down and knocked up by some guy.”

“Mmmhmm.” Somehow, even with the sound of blood rushing through his ears, Kevin could hear the doubt in Hazel’s wordless reply. He turned to slowly look at Tess, who was staring at the volleyball field and looked every bit as lost in her own thoughts as he felt. Somewhat tellingly, the selkie didn’t seem to have noticed that her right hand had found its way onto her muscular abdomen and was gradually creeping its way down towards the tiny silver triangle of cloth which covered her sex.

Kevin cleared his throat just as Tess’ fingertips began to slide over the slick cloth—even if a part of his mind wanted to see how far she would go, having the selkie finger herself right there was unlikely to be helpful long term, and might cause her to push back against the show hard enough for Lily to be **** to step in.

She froze at the sound of his voice, then suddenly rolled to the side and hopped off of her chair. As she jogged towards the river, she loudly announced, “I’m going for a swim!”

“Poor girl. She’s pretty torn about her urges. I wonder how many of them she had before she came here and how many of them are new.”

Kevin was surprised at how conversational Hazel sounded. The nymph not only seemed to have taken the entire premise of the show in stride, she showed no sign of hesitation or reservation when it came to broaching difficult or awkward subjects. He turned to study her again, and only realized that it meant he was ogling the naked woman’s exposed body after a few seconds of staring.

“You really don’t mind any of this? Even though it means you’re getting pushed into having sex with me?”

“Kevin, I’d have had sex with you before if we’d known each other. You’re cute, and sweet, and smart. Exactly what I like in a man. I’m planning on having sex with you tonight, and I’d do it right here and now if I thought you needed help with that.” The nymph gestured at where Kevin’s erection instantly twitched back to full hardness at her words, then added, “I don’t see what all the fuss is about. It’s just sex, right? You’re not going to go out of your way to hurt me, and if Stheno’s reaction is anything to go by you aren’t terrible in bed. Why not enjoy myself?”

Kevin stared at Hazel for several long moments. “You really have no problems with all of this, do you? With the fact that you were brought on a show to go on fantasy adventures and have sex with me?”

“None. Why, did you want to have sex now?”

Again, Kevin found himself frozen and unable to respond. While a part of him very much did want to take the nymph up on her offer—and was pressing its case quite fervently as it strained against the underwear which was all he wore as he relaxed—he sent a guilty glance towards the volleyball playing girls. “I—in front of everyone–”

When Hazel laughed this time, it was a quiet, merry sound. “I doubt they’d mind. Maybe Abby, I don’t really know her yet, but all of my girls know that it’s a possibility, and Elsie made her views very clear.”

Before Kevin could stop himself, his mind briefly flitted from scene to scene as he pictured all four of the elves, Elsie, and Hazel all working together to service him. Autumn bound by the vines she wore while Summer knelt to take his cock in her mouth. Winter, standing behind him with her chest pressed to his back and her arms wrapped around his body as he made out with Jennifer. Elsie, her head buried between Hazel’s thighs as she made herself useful by pleasuring the member of his harem he couldn’t get to…

It was when he realized that he was also picturing Tess with her hand shoved down Abby’s shorts to finger her own sister that Kevin shook himself free. Even if Hazel’s disciples were open to the possibility, neither of the Joenson sisters had indicated as much. He followed the elder sibling’s example and hopped out of his chair.

Since the evidence of his own arousal was far more obvious than hers, his announcement was a little more comical, but he still managed to state, “I’m going to swim too. I—look, Hazel, yes, I want to have sex with you. I’ll—I’ll talk to the elves later when Tess and Abby aren’t here, I don’t want to pressure them, but I’m not exactly opposed, they’re gorgeous. I just—I’m all for enjoying ourselves, I just feel like I have to try to be the voice of reason wherever I can.”

Hazel paused for a few moments, and Kevin watched as her light brown eyes dipped down to the tented front of his underwear. She licked her lips once, then again met his gaze and smiled. “Of course, sweetheart. Whenever you’re ready—I’m in no rush.”

---

Abby was in heaven. It was more or less her only explanation for what was going on, but it was good enough for her.

She had been panicked when her older sister had disappeared. It was bad enough when Tess had first gone to college and left her behind, but that had just motivated Abby to try harder. She had doubled down on her studies to make sure she got into the same program. The athletics part was easy—swimming came more naturally than walking to the selkie—but she’d never quite had Tess’ easy grasp on chemistry.

She had persevered, though, and finally rejoined her idol. Still, Tess had been distant, and then she’d started spending time with that boy, and when she had finally just up and vanished Abby had been on the verge of tears.

Then she’d stepped into a world and discovered that she was going to be by her sister’s side forever. It had been a shock at first, but once Abby realized what was happening, what was going on, it was hard to hold back her excitement.

She was in a world without humans. A world where she didn’t have to spend every day wondering if she was going to be discovered. Where she could be by her sister’s side always.

Where it seemed like eight out of ten of the inhabitants were cute girls. It wasn’t that Abby disliked boys, exactly—some of them were pretty cute, after all—but she’d always preferred the company of her own gender. She hadn’t yet had the chance to explore either facet of her own sexuality, but as she watched Autumn take a dive into the sand and wind up getting twisted in her own vines—again—the prospect seemed closer now than ever.

Abby shook her head. As cute as the redheaded elf was, this was hardly the time or place. Still, she felt herself grow slick, and it was distracting enough that she barely caught Elsie’s serve.

The brunette’s eyes were oddly focused on her, and for a brief moment Abby was convinced the English woman simply knew that she was getting turned on. She shook it off in time to catch Jennifer’s set and spike the ball into the sand across the net.

Then she dropped to her knees as a moan that shocked her as much as the rest of the players escaped her mouth.

“Are you okay, sister Abby?” For all that Winter’s general demeanor was stiff and formal, there was genuine concern in her voice as she stepped over to check on Abby. The selkie shook her head slowly, a flush gradually coloring her pale cheeks. “I—uh—I felt–”

She trailed off, unable to put words to the experience. It was as though someone had begun to caress the slick lips of her cunt. It was impossible, of course—no one was close enough to touch her, not to mention her shorts were still on—but the sensation of fingers caressing her lower lips had been unmistakable.

Abby shook her head and began to rise, only for a wave of pleasure to flood her body. There could be no question as to what was happening—the eighteen year old had touched herself enough times to know what masturbation felt like—but the sensation had come out of nowhere.

“Sweetheart? Are you alright there?” The sound of Hazel’s voice briefly distracted the young selkie from her plight, but as she turned to face the approaching nymph another wave of pleasure washed through her body.

“I—ooooh, fuck, yes!” Abby’s hands dug into the soft sand of the river bank as she collapsed forward and let out another moan. The phantom fingers which teased her slit had suddenly plunged into her tunnel, and as shocking as the sudden violation felt, the selkie couldn’t deny that they knew what they were doing.

“Well, it doesn’t exactly look like she’s in pain.” Summer’s words came from Abby’s side, as the tanned elf squatted down to get a better look.

“Quite the opposite.” Winter’s voice was filled with dry amusement as she watched Abby’s hips buck involuntarily. “I’d say she’s enjoying whatever it is quite well.”

As much as Abby wanted to die of shame—or at least to speak up to deny it—all that she managed was a **** gasp. It was as though the fingers knew her body better than she did. Her inner walls clenched against the two fingers she felt pumping into her cunt, while her stiff clit throbbed at the feel of being rubbed by a palm.

It was, in fact, exactly how she played with herself when she just needed to get off. Abby collapsed onto her side in the sand, then rolled onto her back and stared up at the bright blue skies overhead. She was distantly aware of the voices of the others, but could barely bring herself to care about the words as she felt her back arch and her body writhe.

“This has to be some kind of magic effect.” Kevin. That was Kevin. The man Tess was supposed to fuck. Abby moaned again as a wave of pleasure and lust crested over her body. Her mind filled with thoughts of the amplified and muscular form of her sister riding Kevin’s dick. Fuck, they would look so incredible together!

“Autumn, Winter, Summer, Jennifer—spread out, see if you can find anyone nearby who could be responsible. Tess—wait, where did Tess go?”

“I watched her swim around the bend in the river about five or ten minutes ago.” Hazel. That was Hazel. Abby’s thighs clenched together as visions of the voluptuous nymph flooded through her head. Without being fully conscious of her actions, the young selkie’s hands slid up her midsection. The tight t-shirt Elsie had crafted rode up with them as she writhed in unabashed pleasure. A moment later, her perky little tits popped into view, each capped with a diamond-hard tiny nipple surrounded by areola so pale they were nearly indistinguishable from the flesh that surrounded them.

“I’ll, um. I’ll go see if I can find her. Hazel, Elsie—can you watch over Abby?”

Mmm, Elsie.

The English woman was cute enough in her own way. She looked so tiny, so fragile—Abby was smaller than her sister in most ways, but she still had several inches on the brownie. She gasped as her mind wandered again—this time, Tess was bent over on all fours as Kevin fucked her, while Abby ground Elsie’s face into her wet sex as she watched. The vision coincided with the fingers pumping in and out of her cunt speeding up their pace. Her own hands grasped at her breasts, her fingers distending her nipples as she pinched them and drew them away from her body.

“Oh fuck- oh fuck- oh fuck- Yes! Fuck!!” Abby came. The front of her shorts flooded with moisture as an orgasm crashed over her body and sent her spasming in response. Wave after wave of pleasure wracked her body as the fingers relentlessly plundered her sensitive snatch. Even as the crest of the orgasm passed, the sensations continued.

It was relentless. Abby could do little more than play with her own tits as Elsie and Hazel knelt in the sand beside her. The former soon produced a wadded up towel to act as a pillow for her, while the latter watched on in silent support as minute after minute of blissful **** passed.

It seemed to take forever. Visions flashed through her head, each more lewd and shamefully erotic than the next. Abby, riding Hazel’s face while Kevin fucked the nymph. Tess and Abby, locked in a sixty-nine while he alternated between fucking her older sister’s face and her own cunt. Autumn, bound and displayed by her vines while Winter whipped her breasts and buttocks. Summer and Jennifer, each nursing at one of Hazel’s massive tits while they fingered themselves.

Abby lost track of how many times she came at the hands of her invisible, intangible attacker, until suddenly—far more swiftly than it had begun—it stopped. The phantom fingers withdrew, then vanished entirely, and the now sweat covered young woman collapsed, panting, onto the sand. And yet somehow, as her unblinking green eyes gazed off into the blue skies above, she couldn’t quite keep the half-delirious smile from her lips.

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As she listened to Kevin approaching along the riverbank, gratitude for her enhanced senses flashed through Tess’ mind. Sure, they could get distracting, but she’d heard the man calling her name when he was hundreds of meters down the river, which gave her plenty of time to get herself looking decent.

Not to mention how incredibly good touching herself felt. It might have been the Flexible Form talking, but Tess was half tempted to jump Kevin just to see how good actual sex felt. Given how hard she’d cum with her fingers inside her tight tunnel, riding the man’s cock could only be better.

By the time Kevin rounded the river bend, Tess was standing waist-deep in the cool water, with the tiny triangles of her outfit once more in place and covering her—as much as they could, anyway. She knew she should probably be more embarrassed about how much skin it revealed, but especially while she was in her larger and more powerful form, it was hard to complain.

She looked incredible, and showing that off felt great.

The smile she flashed Kevin was bright, as the impromptu jilling session had done a lot to restore the selkie’s mindset—even if it had been cut a little short. “Hey! I heard you shouting for me. What’s up?”

Kevin wasn’t actually wearing much more than Tess—he hadn’t brought a swimsuit, but the undergarments of his outfit were close enough to trunks that it didn’t look overly weird. As she glanced over his body, she wondered if she should start exercising with him—if he was going to keep up with her in bed, he’d need to improve his stamina if nothing else.

Then she noticed the troubled expression he wore, and her brow furrowed. He hesitated for a moment before speaking. “It’s your sister. Before you freak out, I think she’ll be fine, but she—look, there isn’t really an easy way to say this, so I’m just going to stick with blunt. Were you masturbating a little while ago?”

Tess blinked in shock and began to stride forward onto the beach. “Abby? But you said she’s okay right? What does me—what does that have to do with me…”

The pair turned to begin walking back along the river towards the beach Hazel had found. Tess could probably have swam—or run—back faster, but it would have meant leaving Kevin behind, and he clearly wanted to talk.

“It’s just a guess, but—well, Abby suddenly dropped to her knees and started moaning like someone was fingering her, and since your Familiar Spirit passive talked about your bond with your familiar, it wasn’t hard to put two and two together.”

“Fuck!” The word slipped out, louder than Tess had intended, followed by a wave of bright, hot shame. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

What he was saying made sense. Tess had done more than a little exploration of her own body—both in her transformed and her untransformed human shapes—since the day she was summoned, but this was the first time she’d touched herself while Abby was out and about. Every other time she’d done so had been while her sister was a slumbering presence inside her.

“Hey! Don’t—I don’t think she’s hurt or anything. If the look on her face is anything to go by, she was enjoying herself, so maybe don’t–” Kevin trailed off as he lost momentum while trying to justify the fact that Tess had caused her own sister to orgasm repeatedly in front of everyone. Sure, she probably wasn’t hurt physically, but–

“I’m gonna go run ahead and see how she’s doing.”

As Tess took off at a run, she heard Kevin muttering to himself behind her. He probably thought she was out of earshot, but her enhanced ears picked up the words clearly enough.

“–but goddamn that was hot. Fuck me, I can’t be lusting after college girls at my age…”