Seeing the light!

John's first reminder that he was alive was the feeling of a wet pussy, grinding along the length of his dick, teasing him by pushing the tip of it inside before continuing the foreplay. Something didn't add up: the quantity of naked flesh pressed against his body seemed to indicate at least four people with him in... his bed? This was not one of the slime beds of the castle, this was a regular bed with sheets on the mattress. But where? A hospital?

His eyelids were heavy, as if made of lead... He only managed to crack them open a tiny bit, revealing that he was currently in a pile of naked girls and that one of them was preparing herself to ride his cock.

"Go on, my love! Give everything! Fuck this pussy!" whispered Anna's voice. Naked girls and his girlfriend asking him for his cock was all he needed as motivation. Still confused and surprised, John was trying to understand what happened while the girl on top of him inserted his cock inside of her warm pussy. John was feeling good, very good. He didn't seem to have any injuries from the explosion. The moans of the girl riding him were getting louder and louder. John could feel two damp spots on his legs where two of the girls had wrapped their legs around him. This was strange... But he felt too good to worry about anything. He was feeling so great, his cock sliding back and forth in this slippery hole. The girl talked again, and something felt really strange.

"That's it. You're so big, so strong. Fill me to the brim, give me your seed, give me another baby!" screamed Brenda as John came into her. His eyes now fully open, he recognized his parent's bedroom in his house; the other girls on the bed were June, Anna, her mother and... Mrs Wentworth? She looked a lot younger than she did in class, but it was unmistakably her...

Anything! It's yours.

John blinked from the surprise, and when he opened his eyes again, the room had disappeared; he was outside in the strangest place he had ever seen. He was barely able to freak out about finding himself here or who this disembodied voice could belong to given how insane the world was around him.

This world was alive! Not in a sense that Sylvia would like, full of plants and creatures, no. The ground under his bare feet was warm and covered in soft, pink fur. Around him, everything from the trees, the rocks or even the mountains at the horizon seemed made of flesh, showing a distinct pattern where everything looked like dicks, cunts, asses or tits. The few animals that he could see were having sex, but he didn't recognize any species: normal animals or even Abyssal ones didn't have 5 sets of genitalia to create clusters of a dozen of individuals each having sex with 5 or 6 others at once.

Dozens if not hundreds of puddles of a pink liquid squirted from the ground and then rose as slime girls. The army was moving in order to surround John. He was naked and unarmed in this strange place; he stood not chance... He stopped as he had just stepped on something hard and cold. He bent over to pick it up.

No limits, but your imagination!

John stared at the gold coin in the palm of his hand; it was showing the Arcadian sigil, and it wasn't even the strangest part. His hand was in a gauntlet. He turned his arm over; he was wearing an intricately decorated armor in a mix of steel-looking metal and gold, with a dark purple cloak. He was sitting on a throne in what looked like a throne room, but it was a lot bigger than the one in his castle. The whole place was built out of white marble with a lot of golden decorations and statues. On the walls, banners of his kingdom, alternating with other ornaments.

Skulls of large creatures; two large katanas (one he recognized as Kim's, the other its twisted reflection, oozing corruption); a bundle of black cloaks and 13 skulls on a chain; a jet black skull and ribcage with three horns on its skull (the left one broken) and a glowing orange gem on its sternum; a crystal cube encircled with gold containing two fist sized rings, one of some sort of liquid black matter and the other made of fire; tattered flags from a bunch of countries including the USA, Russia and China...

Large columns of what seemed like pure gold were holding the ceiling on which a large painting depicted him subjugating various people. John looks around in disbelief. Three women stood on his left, one very tall blonde with really white skin, one redhead with pinkish skin and a shorter, black haired, slightly tanned one. All wearing the same strange outfit, a metal corset that left their tits exposed, a golden featureless mask and a chastity belt. The blonde was wielding a long silver sword, the redhead a very familiar hammer and shield combo, and the black haired one was holding a bronze spear with a weird tip with shorter blades around a ring.

On his right stood Tricia, fully naked in appearance but with the pattern of his banner on her skin; behind her stood two tall, robot looking constructs made of a golden metal. John realized that a good part of what he took for smaller statues were some of these.

The rest of the great hall was crowded, hundreds if not thousands of women of various races, species and body types were kneeling on purple silk cushions, naked, his sigil marked in gold on their foreheads and a collar around their necks. All of them had something more in common than their nakedness and prostration: they all sported round bellies. The space at the foot of the wall behind him was covered with gold, jewels and various precious items piled foot high.

A slime girl slithered from the side, bearing a tray of food. Almost drooling at the divine smell, John picked some unidentified item and bit into it, licking the delicious, greasy juice from his fingers.

Your reign, eternal!

A neon sign advertised the Fluffy Pussy, a strip club of the red light district. John had seen it before from afar, but he had never visited it. Yet he wasn't walking towards it. He was wearing an expensive suit and walking in an alley until he reached a massive wooden door. On the wall next to it a simple brass plate with the words "The Velvet Cave" and the picture of an orchid.

John knocked on the door using the boob shaped knocker, and the door opened. A girl, wearing only high heels and a collar, welcomed him in. He was led inside and witnessed some sort of orgy: hundreds of people were having sex or watching others doing so in a very large room that seemed to be made mostly of beds and other sexualy inviting furniture. John's eyes were drawn to the statues forming the base of the columns against the walls all around the room. He had seen it before... Not exactly... The creatures with too many limbs, eyes and sex parts were reminding him too much of the ones he was researching...

On a pedestal, John could see Vanessa and her mother getting flogged by a hooded man and moaning from the mixture of pain and pleasure. Jugs of a pink liquid were served by naked women who often poured it directly into the mouth of the guests or on their bodies for others to lap it up. Brasiers were creating a thick, perfumed smoke that was making John's head turn. He lost balance, slipping in a stain of a fluid he'd rather ignore the nature of, and fell face first on the ample cleavage of a really chubby woman having her feet kissed by three young girls.

Pleasure, beyond imagination!

A sea of flesh... A familiar setting... He was naked on top of a mass of naked women all kissing, licking, groping and pleasuring each other. The ones around him, a mix of total strangers and girls he met before, were all trying to get his cock all for themselves. He had been here before... He remembered now... This was not real... This dream... He had this dream before... This wasn't reality... He was duped... People were waiting for him... Were looking for him... Were counting on him... Were loving him... John focused all of his mind on a single idea...

LET ME OUT!!!

This time when the world changed, it was to return to Arcadia. He was no longer sitting in the stone circle, he was floating in the air, 15ft off the ground. And he was in pain, a horrible pain...

The crystal that he had been holding had changed: the rough and pointy crystalline form had been replaced by a perfect icosahedron, with 20 equilateral triangular sides. John could see some people gathered in the grass near the spot where he had left his quad. How long could he have been there?

He seemed to be kept in the air by arcs of electricity coming from each stone pillar towards him and the gem, which was floating just in front of him. This was also the reason of his pain as the energy coursed through his body. He had 26 pop up alerts, and his health was really low while his mana was showing a lot more than his maximum; his mana bar was crackling with yellow sparks too.

John had ****: he activated his Mana Shield, tried to focus to overcharge it, and then grabbed the gemstone, making it disappear into his inventory.

Falling with no way of stopping himself wasn't a pleasant feeling, but as the ground got closer, he noticed something: a strangely colored blob in the circle. A few seconds before impact, the blob blew up like a bubble and absorbed the shock of his fall by deflating. An instant later, John was in the arms of Daphne, whose empathic abilities broadcasted calming thoughts to him while betraying the pain she was sensing in him and sharing by touching him.

She dragged him out of the circle, slithering over the ground by using the surface of her body to glide on the grass in a very unnatural manner. Before leaving the circle, John noticed some shards of his gem had fused with the stones and a few other simply laying in the grass. He gathered them with Move while withdrawing.

Everyone was gathered there, and John was reading the angst and pain on the faces of the most important people in his life. Daphne extended a very long arm to keep them away; John knew why: the power in his body was too dangerous. Most of the girls looked like they had cried recently, and if he had been stuck there for any length of time allowing them to get here, they probably thought that he was dead or dying.

Sylvia began healing him from a distance, bathing him in the flow of curative energy.

"John... Are you...? Are you alright?" asked Anna, ready to burst into tears.

"I..." he tried speaking, but his throat was sore and his lungs like on fire.

"The whole kingdom went fully dark long before it should have; there were no stars or moon, just a blinding light coming from here and a deafening blast. We came as soon as we could, but until a few moments, the lightning around the circle would have killed anyone approaching. What did you do? What happened to you? You have been stuck there for THREE HOURS! Three hours of looking at you in pain and thinking that you would die..." she explained. Brenda and June were holding her, trying to give her some emotional support.

John pointed at his throat and chest. Sylvia got the hint and focused her powers on this area. It gave John a few seconds to check a thing or two.

Overcharged Perfect Hyperium Crystal: legendary gem.
This is the most perfect form you can give such a gem. Despite being smaller than the raw gem, it lacks any imperfections and can store 10 times the power that the raw gem could. This is a highly reactive material that will amplify magic and is very easy to enchant.

Hyperium crystal flake: exotic crafting material.
This small sliver of a broken Hyperium crystal can be used as power source for some magic items. This exotic material seems to keep a link with the rest of the crystal it is coming from that can be used, provided you possess the correct knowledge.

Impressive stuff. It also meant that the large crystal would be worth a lot more now, and would get him really close to unlock the vault for his castle. He then looked at the various pop-ups. The first one was pretty foreseeable after what happened to him.

New Skill: Lightning Resistance, lvl1 passive.
You can resist (skill lvl)% + (skill lvl) hp lightning dmg and lightning effects. You can also recover faster by this ratio from said effects.

And apparently the twenty following alerts were this new skill getting raised by one lvl each time to lvl 21. John still did not understand why he was not dead. But this wasn't something he was going to complain about. The electric arcs must have been more painful than damaging, so the rising of the resistance would have protected him from a good part of the damage.

New skill: Voltaic Surge, lvl1, 50mp, 30 min
By casting this spell, you overcharge your body with lightning essence. Movement and attack speed is increased by 10 + (10 x skill lvl) %. Enemy melee attacks on you deal 5 + (5 x skill lvl) dmg to the attacker. This skill with reinforce other lightning based skills. This skill cannot be used underwater.

New skill: Chain Lightning, lvl 1, 30 mp.
Cast an arc of lightning towards a target and deal 50 + (skill lvl x 20) dmg. If another target is in range at less than 15ft of the target, the arc will bounce to it. This skill can hit 1+ (skill lvl) targets and inflicts 1/(1+skill lvl) less of the beginning dmg to each new target. If Voltaic Surge is active, the skill has a 20% + (10 x Voltaic Surge lvl) chance to hit two secondary targets on the first hit, each arc acting as if it was the only one.

New skill: Storm Claw, lvl1, 20 mp.
This skill turns one of your hands into a claw of crackling lightning for your next 1 + (1+skill lvl) attacks with it. This skill cannot be used with a weapon (except for spiked gauntlets, cestus, and wrist mounted claws or blades).
The attacks inflicts 20 + (10 x skill lvl) dmg in addition to the dmg from the hit. This storm claw counts as armor piercing dmg, cutting dmg and lightning dmg. If Voltaic Surge is active, the attack shocks the target, giving it -[10 + (5 x Voltaic Surge lvl)] % chance to hit, dodge and parry for 2(Voltaic surge lvl) minutes.

These were awesome skills and would be very useful on his next adventure. He turned towards the stones and used Chain Lightning on them, but rather than what the description of the spell predicted, the arc of energy bounced towards each of the stones, linking them together and draining the excess of energy from him.

On a nod of Daphne, the rest of the girls got down to hug him now that he wasn't at risk of electrocuting them. John now was confident that he was able to speak intelligible words without destroying his lungs and throat.

"Girls, I swear... It wasn't supposed to do that! Let's go home. Is anyone else hungry?" he asked. His girlfriend, mother, teacher and subjects looked at him and then at each other before bursting into laughter. With such an incident, there had been huge risks of permanent damage. Yet, he was still himself and casually joking. John finally understood why they were laughing and joined them; he realized that it was about one of the most ridiculous things to say after something like that.

Barely obtained, the quad was already showing itself to be insufficient as a way of transportation in his kingdom due to its limited capacity. June, who apparently knew how to use one was doing round trips to bring people back to the castle while the group slowly progressed on foot.

John had used the shock as an excuse to avoid talking during the trip, but he wouldn't escape having to explain himself once they had arrived.