-Roy T. Bennett

John Newman felt as if he were awaking in his own world for the first time in quite a long while. As if a long sleep had overtaken him for the past week. It had all passed in such a blur he honestly felt as if he remembered about as much as an average dream… so in spite of awaking on a dirt bed again, and in spite of the cramped space he endured under the weight of Seras, Sophia, and both of the nekos crowding in around him, John felt more refreshed than he had in a long time.

The catgirls were the only ones able to continue sleeping as John pried himself out of the group; Seras and Sophia both stirred briefly, then followed his example, lifting trapped limbs and extracting them from the almost ironclad grips of some very needy nekos.

"Man, I think I actually nodded off there," Seras grumbled, shaking her head. "It's awful nice being here, just not havin' to worry about someone stormin' in on us in the middle of a nice dream."

"Or a nice reality," John agreed, leaning over and planting his lips firmly against Seras'. The vampiress leaned into his kiss, eagerly seeking more, but John managed to extract himself from her grasp only a few moments later.

"You big tease," Seras whispered, reluctantly pulling herself away. "You just gonna leave me 'angin'?"

"I'd love to spend all day in bed with you," John whispered, nuzzling his cheek against Seras' for a moment, "but first we need a proper bed. That's one of my big goals for today, plus smelting my iron and visiting that Abyssal Market that Moira mentioned toward the north end of town. I'm hoping something there will be a little less expensive than it is on the Abyssal Auction."

"Makin' stuff? Don't remembah pickin' up many feathers. Guessin' you're gonna be grindin' out Barriers for a bit?"

"Yeah, I'll probably dive in solo for a bit. Beds are pretty basic and there's no need for any kind of magic or enchantments - I'll set the Dungeon level to 1 and hopefully get a quick level or two out of the way without any risk; Reincarnation seems kinda broken, honestly; I'm way stronger now than when I started out, and back then I was a few levels ahead."

"Okay," Seras eventually agreed, not seeming fully convinced. "Well, I'll go ahead an' make sure I'm ready for the trip to Springfield, then, if you think it won't take that long."

"Give it half an hour, at most. If I take any longer than that, I'll just use the cash I got from completing Barriers to buy a bed anyway."

Satisfied with his logic, Seras nodded and smiled, but didn't fully leave the area. Instead, she turned to Sophia and looked at her with an expectant gaze.

"You better keep an eye on 'im. We both know 'ow much 'e likes gettin' in trouble."

"I will follow him to the ends of the Earth, if needs be," Sophia swore, pounding a clenched fist against her chest.

"Before I go, though… I think I owe you something, Seras," John suggested, gesturing toward the house. Seras only glanced questioningly at the building, to which John smirked. In spite of all that had happened, he had never once forgotten his most recent fuck-ups.

Over the course of the next hour or so, John used a mixture of handwork and Craft to form nearly four-dozen holes in the ground, approximately the size and shape of his Iron Ingots. From that point it was a simple matter of allowing his inventory to do its job to deposit his molten iron into the holes he had created and then simply waiting for it all to cool. Digging dirt and a few loose rocks away from the cooling metal left John with a number of Iron Ingot objects more than sufficient enough to finally combine with his ceramic bits and pieces to re-create the bathtub that had failed Seras so long ago… this time with an actual proper structure to it and a reinforcement that could stand even the vampiress' slips and tumbles.

His efforts were rewarded, of course. With both Seras' direct thanks and simply seeing his vampire lover strip free of her confining paramilitary garb to dunk herself within the freshly repaired tub, her breasts alternating between jiggling and floating lazily in the freshly warmed water as she moved, while her flawless smile grinned back at him. Her ivory skin glittered in the early morning light filtering through the empty space a window pane should have gone, and even soaked, her blonde locks remained adorably frazzled and clung sexily to her skin.

"Can't tell you 'ow good it feels to 'ave a proper bath again!"

"Well, maybe I can work on a system for heating that doesn't involve me standing by and bending fire into the ceramic," John noted, smiling wryly at the imperfect system he'd created.

"Well, if you really don' wan' an eyeful…" Seras teased, deliberately pressing one arm up under her waterlogged bosoms to emphasize every bit of her feminine curves.

"I'm gonna go train now," John said ruefully, fighting his every instinct as he managed to turn away from the tempting sight in front of him. Seras' chuckling followed him all the way out of the house, but once he was fully freed of the dwelling, some of his Libido subsided and John was able to think clearly again.

"Alright, I need cloth, feathers, and… well, I still have enough wood for a few beds, I think. What the hell drops cloth and feathers?"

"Master Newman, I have a suggestion, but… you may not like it."

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"Wait there are humans?"

"Technically speaking, no. These 'humans' you are seeing are merely manifestations of the Abyss in the form of humans - they use the same magical source as all the other creatures you witness to create themselves, and the items they drop do as well. The only difference is derived from the nature of how your powers manifest the objects. Manifesting objects is something you are capable of doing thanks to your benefactor, but no one else is capable of. It is entirely dependent on your presence and powers, as Moira likes to frequently remind you."

"So, that's why I don't just pick up a Legendary Broadsword of +2000 Strength every time I slay a Level 1 Rat?" John posed, slashing away at the bandit in front of him. Thanks to his vastly improved stats since beginning his journey as the Gamer, John was ruthlessly slaughtering everything this Barrier conjured, even if their levels matched. They had matched - John had already gained a full level and a half from this and the prior Barriers as he tried to grind out materials.

"That may be part of the reason… but I cannot help but notice that the items dropped are tied to the level of the enemies you slay just as much as your own, as well as their race, class, and whether or not they are one of these designated ‘bosses’," Evellyn noted, her window hovering to the right and upward as John horizontally slashed through the space she had just been, severing a man entirely at the center of his ribcage.

"Yeah, it does seem to be taking an awful long time to just get a bunch of cloth material from these guys. What is this, Barrier number four?"

"Only three, but you are correct. It is for this reason that I suspect the influences from your current maximum level and the level of the enemies you face are equal. Your inventory has become notably less cluttered recently.”

“Yeah, now that you mention it, I’m not picking up as much junk as before,” John agreed, eyeing his inventory. Where he’d once been stuffing the Abyssal Chest back at camp full of random bits and pieces like Werecat Fur and Claws, lately his loot had been slowly growing more focused. Less of the random bits and maybe - just slightly - more useful material.

“Indeed. The amount of crafting material you are receiving is slightly up, but the overall value seems similar, only from fewer pieces rather than spread out. It could be that your advancing abilities are focusing the items created by your powers and creating more ‘worthy’ items for you. Given the source of your abilities, though, I wonder if it is not something deeper. Something more tied to your personal progress."

"You sound almost as suspicious as me," John noted, "and I literally got a Quest from a god just yesterday. Or should I say my 'benefactor'?"

Evellyn did not deign to make a response; instead her window disappeared entirely as John continued to tear his way through the Barrier. A few bandits later and he was standing back in his private world, a fresh notification of completion ringing in front of him, and a second successful level gained before his very eyes.

"Great, another five yards of cloth for the sheets and thirteen pounds of feathers… how much is a pound?"

"One pound is approximately sixteen ounces."

"Not what I meant," John sighed at the reappearing woman. "But thank you, Evellyn. Anyway, should be enough for a couple beds and a pillow or two, right?"

A quick flourish of his Craft skills revealed that, based on the size of beds that John was creating (larger than strictly necessary, as he'd always tended to be a rough sleeper and was sure at least some of his creations would share that trait), John had enough cloth for just three beds to have a single sheet each - one Queen sized for himself and Seras, one Queen sized for the Nekos, and a Double bed for Lunaya herself - with a few inches of cloth to spare. He would still have to work on one for Sophia, although, honestly, he was growing less and less sure of sleeping arrangements as time went on. Mithra was bearing his children and Sophia referred to herself as his daughter… how likely was it that they would be willing to sleep elsewhere? He hadn't had many chances to test it lately, but now that they were safer and freer…

"Father, are you busy? I was hoping to speak with you about a request."

John jumped at the sound of the voice behind him. With the exception of Evellyn and the bandits created by his barriers, John had been almost entirely alone since beginning his farming, so the sudden appearance of Sophia gave him quite a scare.

"I- uh, no, not particularly," John noted. "I was actually getting ready to do one or two more dungeons then call it quits. I just need a bit more to make a sheet for your bed - then we can all go check out those markets Moira mentioned and see what they have to offer versus the Abyssal Auction."

"That is excellent news," Sophia said, smiling beyond what John thought his prior words deserved. "I had hoped to catch you before you could do anything too hastily on my behalf."

"Hastily? I mean, I'm making beds for everyone. The only reason I left yours for last was because the bed I’m Crafting for you is a different size than the others."

"That is reason enough for as simple as a request as I have," Sophia agreed, bowing in a manner that, if it had been by anyone less dedicated, John would have suspected that they were sarcastic.

"Well… okay," John noted, glancing quickly at his phone. "But I have no idea what time this Abyssal Market is supposed to close, so if it is going to take longer than an hour or two, I may have to postpone. I'll still honor your request, though."

"Thank you, Father… and if you truly have yet to create my dwelling, my request will be quite simple."

"Oh, cool," John noted, glancing over his materials. "What do you want? Should I change the type of material? Or did you want something totally different, like-"

John was interrupted as Sophia thrust her entire body forward with enough **** to engulf his face. His lips were nearly conquered by hers, as the Harpy's wings expanded almost frighteningly quickly, engulfing John and wrapping him into a cocoon of feathers and muscle tissue that left him with **** but to press his own body against Sophia's, eyes and lips locked as she started to grind herself against him.

"Please, Father, I will gladly sleep on the dirt, gladly forsake my wings and honor… all I ask is that you finally grant me the release I have desired since you first showed your devotion to me. Please, use me as you will, sate your desires with my body and show me that I can serve you in every manner my body is capable! Let me know how deeply your desire runs and how deeply that lust runs through your veins!"

John considered his situation for a moment. Not the intimidating one - the one where a harpy woman over ten levels above him was wrapping him in her wings and insisting on having her way with him while steadily unbuttoning both of their clothes one piece at a time. Instead, he considered the situation he had at his hands. Despite all his advancement, or perhaps because of it, his Libido was quite unchecked at this point. John was presented with an extremely attractive woman literally begging for his attention… and it was not precisely the first time she had done so.

John had noted Sophia's requests before, the pleas to plant himself deep inside her as he erupted, the begging to satisfy her desire to please her Father. Until now, John had let himself worry too long about other concerns. Now that there was no war looming over his head, now that John had finally earned some time to himself…

John had no reasons left to leave her wanting. He wanted no reasons to leave her. Instead the young man gave fully into his instincts, and as Sophia pressed herself further into John's embrace, John pressed himself further into hers.

The harpy let out a shudder and a surprised gasp for only a moment as John let his primal half take full control, embracing Sophia in a grasp almost as full of desire as her own. Then she was too busy taking absolute advantage of her "Father", lips pressed against his with a fervor that could not easily be matched. John tried his best, grinding their steadily warming bodies against each other and assisting Sophia with the removal of their clothes.

Sophia's vows about sleeping on the ground seemed to apply fully to her "sleeping" on the ground - before John had even grasped the slightly off-sized waist of the pants Sophia was wearing, the harpy had thrown both of their bodies sideways, using her toned yet well-cushioned chest as a pillow for John as he collapsed onto her. As soon as they’d come to a rest she rolled them over, seating herself atop John and leaning her face close while beginning to needily rub herself into him.

"Please, Father, let me show you what I can-"

John chose not to allow Sophia yet another chance to prove herself - the harpy had already done so many times over. Instead he silenced her with another kiss, while continuing to discard their clothing. Sophia was so eager to press herself into him - or rather, him into her - that John was a bit surprised she didn't outright tear her clothing off instead of taking the time to undo each button meticulously - Seras had a taste for the formal and excessive. But that respect and devotion Sophia held towards her mother would not allow her to damage a scrap of the garment. When the last bits fell away, John took in Sophia's body.

Like all of his creations thus far, Sophia had been born naked. However, more quickly than the others, John had covered up that nudity despite her objections to the necessity of it - and even more than the others, now she had a full set of armor to match his own when they were in combat. So John savored every inch of her skin, continuing to lick and tease his way across her body. Sophia's form was more muscled than the nekos, more honed and focused, and lacking the supernatural strength of a vampiress at full power, her body had to compensate with raw muscle fiber.

Tracing Sophia's body was a bit like tracing a sculpture. Although John's own body had certainly improved from his leveling, it still couldn't match the intensely toned strands running along the lines of her body. John didn't just enjoy but marveled at the intense feeling of every fiber of her body. It was almost a surprise when John found his lips touching upon perhaps one of the few soft parts of her. Sophia's shoulders heaved in a slow pulse as John's lips finally touched upon something a little more erotic than just her mouth, and as his hands gently swept upwards into her breasts, she let out a nearly silent sigh.

"Yes Father, use me, my body and soul are yours."

"Not the best dirty talk, but we'll work on that."

John focused on Sophia's body, which unlike her words was quite enjoyably lewd. Her body was fully displaying her desperation, how long she had awaited this moment of finally having her desires sated. Every touch of John's lips formed a blushing rose of heat and passion, every squeeze of his hands sent another shudder across her body. Sophia was without a doubt sensitive and responsive of his creations, even including Seras during her deflowering.

But the harpy was not idly sitting by; her legs had wrapped around John's waist, lifting him up off the ground slightly to fit her rock-solid thighs under his pelvis. Using those intense muscles Sophia ground herself into him with abandon, to the point that John's cock was firmly pressed between her outer lips, Sophia's ample wetness assisting as she slid from tip to base with a surprising amount of expertise.

Not for the first time John wondered what kind of world Sophia's egg had come from. Born with natural instincts to fight, fuck, and follow someone she swore fealty to before witnessing a single deed. Powerful familial ties to people who very obviously were not even the same species, and strange cultural implants on everything from full-blown warfare to slavery. Did she wish for that old life she might have had, or had John's bumbling into so much **** and warfare satiated whatever primal instincts she had.

"F-father, why have you stopped?"

John turned away from his internal musings to address Sophia's **** pleas. What may have been was not something to distract him - certainly not now. As he went to resume his ministrations his hands found only air, and John realized that in his absence Sophia had taken both of their pleasures upon herself.

"Sophia, wait!"

Sophia stopped, but she let out an uncharacteristically frustrated whine as she did so. John's erect cock had been pointed home - straight into Sophia's awaiting folds, which she was so helpfully spreading as she hovered over his cock. With one hand wrapped around his dick, another spreading herself for him to see every dripping inch of her inner folds, and her torso balanced on the balls of her feet, she seemed fully ready to take the plunge.

"Why, Father? You seem equally ready, though you were momentarily distracted, I thought that…"

"Sophia, I want your first time to be special, don't you?"

"It is special, Father! It will be spent with you, and that is all I have ever wanted since my birth!"

"I know, it's just…"

John trailed off, glancing at the powerful warrior woman again. What could he offer her? A candlelit bed, a romantic dinner and wine before carrying her over the threshold? Nothing societally beaten into him as a "special" first time seemed like the kind of thing Sophia would think of as special. The only thing he could do for her was give her exactly what she wanted - and the only thing she had ever asked of him.

"If you want to do things this way, we can. But just do me one favor…" John leaned up and whispered into Sophia's ear. The harpy cocked her head slightly as he leaned back, processing the words he had just spoken to her.

"Very well, if that is what you wish me to call you. Now please, daddy, fuck me!"

John nodded once and Sophia plunged downward, no hesitance or further preparation. John felt the slightest resistance as her lips parted around him, and then he was engulfed in a wet, warm embrace. Sophia shuddered twice and then collapsed on top of John, her breathing heavy and labored.

"I thought you'd go a little slower," John said cautiously, checking Sophia's face. Despite her no-hesitation insertion, the harpy showed no signs of pain. What she showed was ecstasy, to a level John had never expected. Her usually sharp gaze was unfocused, her irises nearly lost as she gazed upward toward a radiant heaven she had momentarily brought down to experience in the flesh. Her tongue gently hung to the side, and a blush so strong even Seras couldn't compare filled her cheeks. She twitched uncontrollably, as if every cell of her being was attempting to express her pleasure at the same time, and after a few moments of this overwhelmed stupor, Sophia let out a scream that John was sure was audible all the way back at their home.

"Daddy, oh my Father, daddy your cock is so- it's so perfect! This is everything I've ever wanted, everything I've ever needed, thank you so-"

Sophia's words broke into another unintelligible scream as she clenched around John. Her arms, legs, and pussy all squeezed with a strength beyond his own; were she not so uncoordinated at that moment, John might have actually taken some damage - instead he was pleasured by the pulsating and uneven groping of a woman and her needy nethers. A noticeable wetness spread across John's lap as the woman atop him ground herself furiously into his crotch, every fiber of her being screaming for more even as she reached a first climax.

"F-father… I mean… Daddy, that was amazing," Sophia moaned. "I’m sorry I couldn't hold back - you're just… you're everything I've ever wanted, and you fill me so perfectly. I will continue, I must continue!"

"Of course you must," John began, sitting up slightly. Though his body burned with the effort, he pushed the muscular harpy backward slightly to gain enough traction to plant his elbows, then met her gaze with an almost equal passion. Seeing her so satisfied at mere penetration, at feeling her cumming around him with a mere presence, did not quench John's embers of desire. Instead, it only fanned them, until they were on par or superior to Sophia's own. Seeing her sated with a simple penetration only drove John forward, encouraging him to see what he could do if he truly gave Sophia his all.

"Sophia, I'm going to give you what you want… I won't hold back."

That was the only warning John gave. It was the only warning he felt Sophia needed. The woman had expressed nothing but desire for John, and he gave her nothing but his full ability as he thrust himself inside of her, grabbing around her waist and starting to grind. As Sophia's own efforts were rapidly replaced with John's, the harpy started to gasp and gyrate unconsciously, her mouth hanging open in an unintelligible moan. The powerful, composed woman began to lose her cool as John hammered away, her hips only moving of their own accord and her mind slowly fading away as John rewarded her long patience with a proper fucking.

"D-dad-ddyyyyy," Sophia moaned between thrusts, eyes unfocusing. She had attempted, at first, to stare into John's eyes in a nearly intimidating fashion as she rode him. Now her head barely hung above his own, ready to tuck into his shoulders as her body swayed and shook with every thrust of his cock into her demanding nethers.

"If you're going to need me so badly, if your body is so ready for this cock… then that's exactly what I'll give you. Your daddy is going to use you, Sophia, and he's not going to hold back until you cum so hard you can't say anything else."

Sophia moaned a long, high-pitched noise as John began to Siphon. He didn't have much he could do, what with his recent dungeon escapades being more focused on gathering items than experience, but by weakening her just those four points and adding them to his own, he could already feel a difference. Wrapping his fingers around Sophia's hips and thrusting upward, he put all of his effort into the satisfaction of his harpy lover, bringing the both of them ever closer to climax as he sated his lust with her body.

Sophia gasped with each thrust, the gaps between her undulations growing more and more uneven as she tried desperately to keep up with John's rapid pace in spite of her body's refusal to properly function. John grinned at each advancement of her stupor, his pleasure only growing as he reduced a proud and independent harpy to a blubbering mess of orgasms and pleasure. He'd felt her climax around him twice now, and he was well on his way to bringing her to a third as his own pleasure started to reach a peak, but he was desperately clinging to self-control as he pounded away at her sensitive folds with abandon.

Still, John was nearing his own, and that was something he was keenly aware of. Recent events made ignoring it impossible. John rolled Sophia over so that she was beneath him, lifting himself up and gazing into her glazed eyes.

"Sophia… I'm going to cum soon… I-"

"D-da-daddy… please cum, please…" Sophia lost her coherency as she gave way to another orgasm, her hips grinding against John's as pleasure overwhelmed her thought processes. John was so rapidly approaching his own climax that he could barely remember his own name, but as a last effort, he gave it his all to pull back as Sophia clamped down around him. Just as the harpy's cries reached a fever pitch, John pulled his hips back and freed his cock in time to spray a full load across her breasts, painting the tanned and scarred harpy's chest white with his release.

Neither John nor Sophia could muster a comprehensible sentence for a long time, their minds and bodies struggling to even manage basic survival instincts. All the same, as their normal functions returned to them, John and Sophia found their eyes locked on each other, Sophia cautiously wondering if there was more in store while John searched for even a hint of dissatisfaction. When both seemed satisfied with what they had experienced, Sophia was the first to dare a response to their coupling.

"Daddy… Father… why did you pull out? I would never decline to bear your children."

"Sophia…" John sputtered, fighting the urge to burst out laughing at her question. "I think I have almost as much to explain about our culture as you do about yours."