Seeking solace at the temple.

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I shouldn't feel guilty about all this. John did his best to reassure himself, and after a few minutes to think it through, he managed it: after all, the situation had simply spiraled out of control. If he didn't want it to happen again, he needed to get this Gamer's drive and finally take control of his superhuman libido... and, of course, stop meddling with the scary-rich so directly. Going to his bed, he dumped everything from his inventory that he wasn't wearing (except the ovum, since he didn't dare guess how to keep it healthy out of stasis), and went downstairs to get supplies, only to be confronted by the basement door on the way. In all the commotion he had forgotten about his mother's note, and only now did he finally let himself worry. He finally dared to draw near the basement door-

"Mmmh!"

A moan? He knew it came from the other side of the door, faint but almost surely a woman. With no need to worry about mana now, he opened a peephole tunnel on the nearby wall, and looked inside to see his basement, still mostly empty in the center... only now with a comforter laid out on the floor. Laying upon it, before his eyes, was his mother spread eagle and naked, glistening and voluptuous in the way only a mother can be. She squeezed and twisted her right nipple with need while her left hand worked a dead vibrator into her cunt, slamming it down to its fake balls each time as they struck her clit. A leather bit glistened in her teeth and let drool leak from the sides of her lips. Her eyes were closed as she moaned, and he had to put his hand over his mouth to not holler in shock at watching his mother masturbate so furiously, so very thoroughly.

Brenda Newman
Level 9 Housewife
<MILF>
40/40hp
Status Effects: Slavishly horny (twenty hearts)
Relationship: +176

She was up a full thirteen hearts... and though he could only vaguely recall it in the haze of their monstrous mating, he knew even Vanessa never got higher than twenty-two of them. W-W-W-What the fuck?! John, wide-eyed, finally looked around the room that had been turned into a kind of secret masturbation chamber for his mother, taking in the small details that first escaped him. Three walls made of the boxes stored down there created an additional buffer for her moans, and encapsulated a set of light-blue comforters already worn ragged with use that covered the ground between them. There, though he tried to not look at her directly, writhed his mother... and along with some ball gags, a glistening cat-o-nine tails, and a whole series of vibrating eggs and glass dicks, was a very familiar vacuum flask. No... no no no no, I... I forgot about it, but... but... Its top was capped but its position by his mother suggested it was well-used... and on its side, labeled with a piece of scotch tape and written in big, black letters, read:

HI HONEY, BOUGHT THIS FOR YOU TO KEEP YOU HAPPY WHILE I'M GONE. ONLY USE A BIT, AND ONLY ONCE A MINUTE. ENJOY! LOVE, HUSBAND

There was no way John's father had written that, nevermind acquired the thermos filled with Fairy's femcum. John's mind raced: what happened to it? Fairy was using it at the school... and then he was knocked out by Moira, which meant it should have stayed at the school... so when could Fairy have-

The bathroom. He summoned her in the school bathroom... and told her to go home and wait invisibly. Did she... grab this before... no... no no no no... Why?! Why the fuck did Fairy do this-?!

The leather fell from her mouth, and she called out in a throaty, tortured voice. "John... yes...!"

Her body shivered as she continued to come on the dead plastic toy, moaning her son's name until she reached for the flask once more. The cap was barely on it, and she purred as she put it on its side to stroke the inside and gather more of the glittering magic within... what very, very little remained. She unplugged her cunt only long enough to mix the sparkling fairy cum with her own, and shoved it back in with a tortured cry. John finally cancelled the tunnel spell. John shook his head; he really thought he had the little demon fairy under control, but this...

He walked into the kitchen, numbly wrote on her note ("Went to bed, had dinner with friends from school, good night"), and stumbled towards main staircase only to blink into his room. More sandwiches, fruits, water bottles, and the last of his favorite cookies went into his sack and vanished into his laptop bag and then into his inventory, preserved for whenever he'd next need them. He checked his backpack before sending it back as well and, upon seeing the dark elf's equipment in the duffel bag, remembered he still had yet to visit this "temple" in his head. I'm probably better off questioning the little cunt in there than in here... Hell, I'll do just about anything to not be here right now... Stashing the duffel bag with the rest, he reviewed the skill, confirmed it would cost 0mp now that the sun was down... and braced himself.

Summoner's hearth activated.

His room fell away as if he were clipping through the world, and he saw his neighborhood, his town, the nation, the planet all shrink as he rocketed through the firmament of his world, screaming as he fell into the bleak void of the space between stars, exposed to the unknowable fire of the universe's infinite, impossible edge in a blinding-

Thud.

John's screams rushed out with his breath as he landed chest-first. His head slammed against a beautiful mosaic of pearls and amethysts that formed a ten-foot-wide version of his brand, built into a raised dais of marble. Raising his head, he took in the temple with narrowing eyes. It was little more than a dining hall of stonework and barren walls, dominated first by a dry, simple fountain in its center and then by a 120" television floating in the wall opposite of his side of the room. Sitting on the fountain, naked and glaring her melancholic distaste, was the dark elf, her petite form bearing thicker hips than he remembered now that she sat afar and on the lip of that waterless font. Cackling overhead was the other familiar presence.

"You ate shit, hahaha! Gods below, I bet that's how your mother birthed you: flopping like a dead fish onto an uncaring floor, you wretched goblin tit!"

Summoner's temple lvl4, passive
Summoner's temple: Can now contain [skill lvl x 10] levels of minions, but can now only be leveled via direct upgrades. See upgrades for details.

"I..." John groaned as he slowly got up, waving off the new messages. He did his best to keep his composure. "... I missed your vocabulary, Fairy."

"Oh well that's great news, because do you have any idea how long we've been waiting for you, you putrid cock holster?" Fairy fluttered onto his shoulder as he finally stood to his full height, taking a better look at the shadowed, uneven bricks of hewn stone that made this so-called temple.

His journey through the cosmos might have been all he could think about that past Monday... but alas, it's already Wednesday. More importantly, the grin on Fairy's face told him she knew what was coming. "You're laying it on pretty thick... for someone who might have permanently damaged my mother. How much time have you had to think about how to apologize to me, Fairy?"

"She hasn't," came the simple, English answer from the dark elf. John nearly jumped at the sound of her voice, a deep, bassy tone, given that he knew it hit notes plenty high mid-coitus. "This familiar was cackling like an imp as you discovered the plot that she never stopped bragging about; it was the second or third thing she bothered to explain to me the moment I awoke in this prison."

"You stupid slut... I'm no familiar!"

"You are less, then."

"Well... uh... I'm glad you learned English so quickly," John interrupted, "but more importantly-"

The yet-unnamed elf raised an eyebrow, and crossed her arms over her black nipples. "I... was wondering how you learned Abyssal-Elven, actually. Perhaps then we're merely perceiving each other's speech as our own languages... A trick of the temple, then-"

"Enough!" John yelled, silencing the elf. "Fairy! What the Hell were you doing?! I didn't tell you to do... that to my mom, and it sure as Hell didn't fit my orders to help me!"

Fairy shrugged with a grin, notably hovering just out of John's non-magical reach. "You told me to go home and wait for you to teleport to my position... but you didn't tell me to go straight home. As for your order to help you... well really, having a nosy mom who can care about what you're up to can only harm you, so I gave her... something to think about." She laid on an invisible surface in the air, her wings fluttering to keep her pose. Fairy steepled her hands and rested her smug face atop her gloved fingers, and her grin was visible even from up there. "Such a doting mother, always thinking about her son... hahahaha!"

John felt rage bubble in his chest, and he shook with the urge to strike out at the tiny creature. A single blow would kill her, she probably couldn't even evade it, he could probably even order her suicide... but this dark road once again shamed John. She was a demon, and he gave her too much freedom... moreover, she was his ****. This was his fault, no matter how he sliced it. "From now on, Fairy, you're to leave my mother alone and do nothing involving any other human, no matter how indirect, without first acquiring my express permission. This order will only be exempted when my life is endangered and your intervention would protect it."

She stiffened her body, saluting sarcastically. "Sir, yes, sir!"

"Are you two quite finished?"

John let out a slow breath before he turned his attention to the elf. "You know, you seem oddly calm in all this."

The elf made no outward reactions evident... to the point of being petrified in her stance. "You dumbass," Fairy muttered, "she's a dark elf. They only show their strongest emotions in battle. I'm told they're even frigid lovers when they're strong; it's a sign of weakness to show any reaction to swapping their fluids." Fairy grinned, cuddling to John's neck and sending a shiver down his spine. Even a diminutive sexy woman holding him was still more than his experience could bear. "I guess we know what kind of elf you caught, Master."

"You will be quiet," the elf said in an even voice. Her self-control was rather incredible... and, like a vase sitting too close to a table edge, there was something was quite tempting about pushing it over. But John resisted the urge, for now. "More important for now is utilizing this new base of operations to its maximum... or at least opening one of the rooms so I don't need to see this flying rodent whenever I open my eyes."

"Rodent? Only one of our kinds lived underground and scurries for scraps, you pointy-earred, half-breed mongrel-"

"These are doors," John muttered, ignoring his fantasy harem for the moment. He eyed what went unnoticed before, and what had made the walls look so rough: arches of stone bricks, cleaner than the rest, formed breezeways clogged with heavy, packed rocks, each stone barely even shaped into rough rectangular cubes. He touched the one directly behind him, mere inches from the lip of the platform that broke his fall, when a message rose from its surface in the same styling as his UI:

WAYPOINT CHAMBER
Contains the waypoints found and activated by the Gamer in the overworld. Allows instantaneous, direct travel to those locations using summoner's hearth. Comes equipped with one waypoint unlocked for the Gamer's bedroom. Can be configured to not allow fast travel when it would be witnessed.
Construction Option #1: 500XP, $400
Construction Option #2: Surrender a level 4 or higher summon
Construction Rewards: +1 temple level, +1 style level (spiraling snake only)

John read the options and twisted his expression when the second option came up. "This says I could surrender one of you to build it, though Fairy would be the most efficient... but what does that mean?"

"Please do," the elf deadpanned.

"It means sacrifice, you sh-... um, Master." She floated to his ear, tickling him as her tiny finger delicately teased his right ear. "But I'm so much more valuable to you than that stupid little half-breed, right? Remember how I made that whole bottle of my juices- oh wait, I guess that's kind of a sore point right now, huh?"

"You know, fast travel in open-world games is pretty in these days."

"I-I'm just kidding, Master, you know I wouldn't do it again, haha, uh... right?"

"Certainly I won't bother with such trivial behavior, presuming I'm chosen to survive this project."

"I'm not going to sacrifice either of you," he finally declared with a sigh. "As much as you've made my life more difficult, Fairy, I can probably fix my mom, somehow... and you both still have your uses."

The elf nodded, seemingly satisfied with that. "You will find my prowess is far greater than that of a mere corrupted fae, even unblooded... though I would have my equipment returned to me before I swear by my martial skills."

"Martial...? Oh... right." John didn't bother mentioning what he really meant: even with how the day had gone, he was already contemplating how he would have that elf body again. "You're... you have a name, right? It's not... it's not more harp music, right?"

The elf raised an eyebrow, but responded evenly. "Alysharash-kevrnr Shavok Prfra'kijkel, of House Pfraenisht."

"That... that's... you made that up, right?"

"I've done no such thing."

Man... that's a bit much, so henceforth-"

"Alysha," Fairy interrupted. John looked over to her, shocked at her interruption. "Just use the first part of her name, Alysha."

"... Y-Yeah, that's exactly what I was-"

"You were going to name her Elf, weren't you?"

Alysha raised an eyebrow, and John stammered, "N-No, of course... not- that would be awful!"

Her eyes widened. "By the Dark, he really was going to name me that, wasn't he?" Fairy nodded solemnly.

"W-Welcome to Team Newman!" John hastily declared with a ****, boisterous laugh, his voice echoing in the unfurnished room.

Fairy crossed her arms and leaned on the side of his head. "You're lucky I'm around to-"

"You're lucky I'm forgiving your sins," John interrupted, and blinked before the elf, leaving Fairy to stumble in the air.

Suddenly in proximity and still unarmed, Alysha braced for whatever he plotted... until he noticed a prompt floating over the fountain.

TEMPLE ENTRANCE
The foyer of the temple, and only a small part of the structure as a whole. The way to the true temple will open when all of its rooms have been constructed.
PROGRESS: 0/5
Construction Rewards: +1 temple level, +1,000XP, access to the temple's main hall

So this isn't the whole temple after all. John felt a bit relieved at that, and then went to go check the four remaining archways, letting the dark elf relax for the moment. Of course, she didn't, but he hardly noticed as he read the prompts, each in turn.

ARMOURY
The equipment lockers and chests belonging to your summons. If attended by an unsummoned monster, summoned monsters will wear or wield equipment in these lockers based on your reasons for summoning, regardless of what they wear around the temple, and also allow them to bring you equipment stashed in a summoner equipment locker. Comes built with ten monster equipment lockers and one summoner equipment locker.
Construction Option #1: 400XP, $600
Construction Option #2: Surrender a level 5 or higher summon
Construction Rewards: +1 temple level, +1 stat point

SANCTUARY
A place of respite for either monsters or the summoner himself upon arriving. Includes a king-sized bed with pillows and sheets that self-regenerate, a potted life-fruit plant, a bookcase, and a small drinking fountain. Life fruit from this plant cannot be taken out of the Sanctuary without withering into dust instantly. All forms of health, mana, or status regeneration are doubled here, and spells to affect the same have their mana costs halved. This room comes with a soundproof pair of wooden doors.
Construction Option #1: 300XP, $1,000
Construction Option #2: Surrender a level 5 or higher summon
Construction Reward: +1 temple level, +1 cleric spirit

PSYCHOSPHERE ARRAY
A magical device that allows the summoner and/or his minions to communicate thoughts, sounds, or images to one another from anywhere, even outside of the temple or in other dimensions, adjusted for the time dilation as appropriate. If attended, the summoner ability to transfer spells becomes two-way as long as said minion is on the same plane of reality.
Construction Option #1: 200XP, $200
Construction Option #2: Surrender a level 2 or higher summon
Construction Reward: +1 temple level, +1 to telemancy

STUDY
A small library, a generous table, and a number of amenities for one who wishes to read in peace. The library is stocked based on the summoner's interests, and these books change once every 24 hours that he experiences, whether within or without the temple. The books cannot be absorbed automatically by the Gamer. This room comes with a soundproof wooden door.
Construction Option #1: 50XP, $100
Construction Option #2: Surrender any summon
Construction Reward: +1 temple level, +1 to meditation

John's grin kept growing as he read each one in turn. It was a HUB room! He was as excited as he was relieved; his house was hardly suitable to be the HUB for his Game, and this place had everything he wanted, up to and including making time wasted here almost meaningless in terms of real life: even now the temple could let him have five hours for every one back home, and it would only get better. All that confounded him were two different terms that popped up, and the interface was kind enough to provide tooltips for each when pressed:

Attendant: A monster put to the task of staffing a temple room. The monster is assigned by the summoner while he is in the temple, and cannot be unassigned unless the summoner returns to the temple. While in a job, a monster cannot be summoned into any barrier or into the real world. This monster cannot be removed or re-assigned from this duty by anyone except the summoner. A monster's nature, level, and expertise may affect job performance.

Cleric Spirit: The ethereal spirits that maintain and attend to the temple where it isn't managed by attendants. Cleric spirits are barely visible, and take shapes based on the summoner's soul. At this level, they have no ability to influence the world outside of the temple and can only do minor chores within.

Satisfied, John looked at his experience and money pools, and frowned at how tight his budget would become just to get what he really wanted right now: a comfortable bed. Wait a minute... "Can I... sleep here? In the temple?"

Fairy sneered while he continued to stare at the Sanctuary prompt. "Well it's a barrier, numb nuts." A stern glare. "... I mean, Master. So if you can kill in one, I'm sure sleeping in one isn't impossible... of course, the bricks in here probably won't be too good for you."

A bit of quick math told him he could get a full night's rest in less than two real-world hours... and the implications of what his days might become with this tool were suddenly incredible. All he needed to do was ensure his mother didn't realize he wasn't in the room at whatever hour he chose to sleep here instead.