Trek Date

After the meeting, the harem scattered. Lee brought most of the women back to the US mainland, to continue the activities they had before. Lulu and Lyly were returned to their operations as well. Those that remained were those that had both the time and interest to stay in the tropical climate until it was time to make their return trip by plane.

Nathalia and Scarlett were out immediately, taking a joint trip to first place the technomancer’s then the goddess’ Guild Hall. They were going to meet with Kamehameha in the process so the new centre of commerce that suddenly sprung up didn’t disrupt any local sacred sites – or at least did not do so without prior warning.

Aclysia remained, since she was the pilot. Undine and Siena re-joined the rest of the elementals. Apparently, the irons they had in the fire needed a few days to get their affairs in order, so they could link up without delaying any of the Darktide planning. Moira and Nia also decided to stay, on a pure whim. Lee was forced to return after so John could tie her up and lock her in a dark room for her transgressions against humour.

Not a whole lot of them remained on the island, but he had few security concerns. Only Kael could have struck unannounced and he had just witnessed what happened when someone injured one of the Gamer’s women. On that front, he had a speech to prepare. They had decided to let the news of Veridion’s death come out at its own pace and react when it did. John believed that pre-emptively explaining his motivations made him appear afraid of judgement. Since he felt not a shred of remorse, he was going to explain himself only if prompted to.

Since there was fairly little to do, John decided to go on a small hiking trip. Moira, Undine and Nia tagged along for that. They drove to one of the less popular trails. “How about we do this naked?” he suggested.

Moira delivered a light smack to the back of his head. “We are in the mundane, do not dare behave so indecently,” she declared. “There are no assurances to our privacy.”

“Implying,” Undine, in her human disguise, drawled, “that you would be alright with it if privacy was assured.”

“That…” Moira blushed and crossed her arms. The bashful gesture pushed up her breasts, covered only by a tube top. “…is… entirely correct…!”

A sadistic giggle escaped the disguised slime lady. “Too deep to deny, too pure to indulge.”

“And what of it?” Moira snapped.

“Nothing. It is adorable, Moi-Moi.”

“A- hmph!” The sweet-sour paladin marched onwards, arms still crossed. John was right behind her, eyes glued to her ass. Each step was an individual art piece, the unsteady floor of the trampled path demanding adjustments that shifted the exact depth of the crease beneath her juicy derriere and the swing of her hips. “You are such a starer.”

“Always have been,” John confessed immediately.

“How do you intend us not to stare?” Nia asked, her voice resonating softly with the genuine, “You might as well be naked.”

“Shut uuuuup!” Moira groaned and made an attempt to pull her yoga pants out of her butt crack. It was ineffective to start with. The erotically-blessed type of clothing was clingy by its nature and Lorelei made sure her Saint’s women only wore the highest quality clothing. “Why did we surrender control over the clothing to Rel again?”

“Because she has learned tailoring and because she can quite literally foresee what clothes you are more likely to want to wear?” John suggested sarcastically. “Not the best reasons, I know...”

“Bloody…” Moira muttered and continued on with the trek.

John did manage to take his eyes off her booty for long enough to enjoy the scenery. They were rising from the treeline, gradually getting a better and better view of Hawaii as a whole. Funnily enough, with its low population and multitude of peaks, the big island reminded John of his trips through the Alps. That was, admittedly, him recognizing patterns where there was very little overlap. He just got that vague similar sensation.

Undine and Nia were walking behind him in relative silence. Expecting them to talk was to expect a bird to walk. Sure, they could, but it was best not to make it the default assumption.

Directing his eyes forwards again, John caught a glimpse of Moira’s red panties peeking over the edge of her grey yoga pants. ‘Mhm… haven’t executed this trick for a while,’ the Gamer thought and took a couple swift strides forwards. Mora did not realize he was catching up to her until he delivered a playful smack to her rear.

“Hey!” Moira complained. “Can your hand not resist temptation for five minutes?”

“Not when that temptation is this ass,” John remarked with a smile.

“Your wicked smile hides your intention, pervert!” Moira pulled at her waistband and then let it snap back into place. “I perceive what you did!”

The Gamer wasn’t terribly surprised. He had never gotten any sort of specialization into hiding his magic and Moira’s senses had only gotten sharper since that day. “Hey, at least this time I am sticking to a woman that knows what is happening. My adventurous youth lies behind me.”

“Knows but has not given her consent!” Eyebrow raised, John gave her a long, knowing look. After ten seconds, the usually so stubborn green eyes of the redhead dashed to the side. “Maintain what you must, my pervert.”

The little bit of possession over him exerted made John’s pulse quicken pleasantly. Magnanimous in his victory, he turned around. “I shall take the lead, so I may not be distracted by the view any longer!” he declared dramatically.

Three seconds later, Nia added, “Instead darling will be distracted by the sensation.”

“Heh.” Undine laughed.

They continued on the trek for a little while. When they came across a bench, they all sat down. John sighed once when his own butt hit the wood and a second time when Moira’s did. He could feel the weight of her firm ass flattened against him. Truly, he was privileged for his Skills.

“Tired?” Undine asked.

“Far from.” The Gamer hadn’t lowered the magic coursing through his veins, so this trek hardly had the capacity to exhaust him. “Just wanted to enjoy the view for a bit… also could I request some help with this?”

Moira eyed the tent of his pants. “As I said-“

John put his hand up and placed the four of them in a small Illusion Barrier before she could even finish her privacy complaint. “How about now?” he asked with a teasing smile. He pulled the waistband of the sports pants over his erection, then gave his member a couple of demonstrative pumps. He felt the touch, but his magically muted nerves refused to accept any stimulation from it. Well, 1% of it remained.

Verdant eyes hung on the dripping pre-cum for a moment, then switched to Nia and Undine. “I had my share,” the pariah answered the unspoken question, rubbing her stomach to indicate her meaning.

“Go ahead,” Undine gave her permission.

“What if I don’t- ngh…” Moira squirmed as her panties began to vibrate. “What a dirty trick!”

“Perhaps,” the Gamer admitted, wiggling the Possessed cloth a bit deeper into her womanhood, then resumed the high-speed vibrations. They had become a lot more potent since those early days of teasing Jane with it. ‘Bow before my arcane power, world!’ he thought.

Undine flowed into his mind with the ease of water running downhill. ‘Your arcane power is still lesser than a proper vibrator,’ she calmly reminded him.

‘True,’ the Gamer relented immediately. There were a multitude of reasons why he rarely went for this trick anymore. That he had to apply it by hand was, funnily enough, the least of them. “So, Moi-Moi…?”

“Don’t you start,” the Warden lamented. Despite the isolation of the Illusion Barrier, she glanced left to right, then hopped in his lap. “We shall do this swiftly!”

Nia and Undine immediately made themselves part of the scene. They helped Moira out of her tight legwear, then put it aside. They even did the exact same for John. All he had to do was keep Moira stable with his hands while she grinded her ass against his cock. “Swiftly,” he reminded her. “Right?”

“Y-yeah,” the redhead mumbled, letting her hips be guided up until her sphincter hovered above his cock.

Undine was right there, pumping John’s cock a couple of times. A viscous mixture of precum and slime coated his length in abundant lubrication. Moira’s familiarity with anal sex did the rest. With a howl, she impaled herself on his length. Soon thereafter, the harmonizing moans of their lovemaking mingled with the lesbian activity next to them on the bench.

Moira began to slow, her sensitive backdoor causing too much pleasure for her legs to continue their work. Quickly, the Gamer stood up, spun both of them around, and fucked her from behind. Moira grabbed the backrest for support and put one of her knees on the worn wood. Her cries only grew louder, her decency slipping from her as wordless lust turned to slutty pleas. “John, yes, yes, yes! Fill me with your blessed seed!”

One last, rippling thrust later, he did exactly that. The orgasm felt brief after the multitudes during the breeding sex. Though that satisfaction could not compare to this, it did not have to. Emptying himself into Moira felt fantastic.

“I wonder if I could impregnate you without even deflowering you if I just put my swimmers in the general vicinity of your pussy…” the Gamer wondered as post-nut clarity set in.

“You wonder the weirdest things…” Moira panted, the vestiges of her last orgasm still lingering. “Though it has not been tested against a virile might such as yours, I believe in the Rose’s ability to maintain its rules.”

Much as John loved to experiment, he would not. Getting anything related to the Blessing wrong meant that he would have an early pregnancy in his household. A considerably less daunting prospect than it had been just a few weeks before, but why risk messing with the agreed order of things?

John pulled out fully, leaving her gaping anus behind. For a couple of seconds, Moira seemed content to enjoy the sensation of his absence. Apparently being stretched out had a certain satisfaction to it.

Not enough to suffer the awkward consequences of it though. A gentle flash of holy light hastened the recovery of her muscles. Moira’s backdoor returned to its proper state. John cleaned himself off with a steamed towel from his inventory, as per usual. Nia and Undine finished up. They all put their clothes back on. Then they continued the trek.

“You can release my undergarments,” Moira pointed out.

“No… no, I don’t think I will. I rather enjoy being layered right up against your butt.”

“I am sweaty.”

“That makes it better.”

“…Somehow, in all of the debauchery, shared and not, that is the most perverted statement I have heard you utter yet.”

John just snorted. “I am admittedly in a bit of a raunchy mood,” he confessed. “Victory and the breeding sex does that. It’s like my whole body is saying: ‘you started now, why stop?’”

“The order,” Nia provided the answer.

“The Breeding Order,” Moira clarified.

“We knew that the Order of the Golden Rose is not involved in this,” Undine trilled.

“If I brought to your father the Breeding Order and where you are on it, he might find the strength to strangle me,” John suggested.

“A sight for sore eyes,” Moira sighed in feigned satisfaction.

“…Are you enjoying the idea of your father choking your future husband to death?”

“Perhaps.”

John laughed. The sound bounced off the landscape. Where they were at now, the ground was too craggy for trees to grow properly. “I love it when you get cheeky.”

Their conversation entered a short lull. The climb took a bit of attention. Exhaustion was a distant threat, but even they could lose their footing and descend in an embarrassing tumble. Once the path got fairly even again, Nia presented a question, “If you got stuck on this island, what would you do?”

“This island specifically?” John asked.

“Yes. The rule is that you cannot leave. Everything else stays the same.”

“…Well, then I guess I wouldn’t do much,” John responded. He was trying to engage with the spirit of the question, but that was difficult. The big island wasn’t strongly developed but it was developed enough to be considered a first world location without a question. “I suppose the question becomes how I retain relevancy. Since I can grind here, I could probably get enough levels in summoning related Classes and Skill Evolutions to make that happen.”

“I would be forced to have a child immediately,” Moira gave her answer. “A Warden cannot be stuck in a remote location, we have a duty to the world.”

“Not much would change for me,” Undine remarked. “Can I go into the water?”

Nia considered for a moment, then answered, “To a degree.”

“Then that sounds lovely.”

“Speaking of grinding,” Moira remarked. “Do you intend to engage in that activity soon – and do not make a pun based on lewd activities. You are not father enough yet to get away with it.”

“Why must you rob me of all my joy, woman?”

“I like the way it feels inside me… Wait!” Moira added a panicked cry to her flippant response. “That is not how I meant it!” Her exclamation was met only by the disbelieving giggles of her fellow perverts.

“Next time, do not wiggle your hips as you say it,” Undine recommended.

“It gives off the air of a cumslut,” Nia agreed.

“Urgh!” Beet red, Moira stomped her foot. “Will there be the clearing of sacred challenges or not?”

“Might as well, I suppose,” John responded. “Not right now though. I’ve had my fill of fighting for a day.”

They finished their trek, then headed home.

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