The tempest in his temple.

The temple bricks were familiar... but the scene before him could not be more jarring. Time was mildly dilated by his escapades, but it couldn't have been weeks, and it certainly couldn't have been months, that had come to pass since his last visit. Yet before him posed Alysha, who still looked menacing with her swords brandished, swollen in her once-muscular abdomen as if she were nearly through her first trimester. More shocking was the one who she threatened with her swords: Tita, whose name he kept as it was, had completed the transformation into a fertility statue made flesh, her belly bloated as if ready to pop with twins, her massive breasts leaking milk even as she did nothing but kneel and ignore the dark elf who clearly sought to free her head from her the shackles of her neck. Instead, she looked down on Thumalk, her former lover, with a smile and hands gently placed over her lap as she watched him get queened by a tiny devil-fairy. Said Fairy, meanwhile, continued to ride Thumalk's face, moaning as the helpless elven man laid on the floor, his erect cock slathered in his own pathetic spurts of cum. The elves either ignored, or couldn't acknowledge, John's entrance, and Fairy moaned something like a greeting. Tita rubbed Fairy's head encouragingly, and John was able to recognize that she just healed the tiny pervert.

"Arf arf arf!" The tell-tale bark of a cute terrier or some other small dog was apparently the natural call of the hideous, large-tongued shrub John had conquered. Its glowing eyestalks bobbed as it excitedly ran up to John and began to circle its feet, emulated a happy little pup with its panting and barking.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!"

The bush-dog backed up, hanging its eyes low as if scorned. Silence from the sapients, save the moans of both Thumalk and Fairy, the latter of which finally spoke. "Welcome hu-home, Master... I'm just training this fuckboy you brought me! He's got quite the... toooongue...." That tiny, elven tongue did indeed dart to and fro between her thighs, still thicker than either of her legs as it lapped up her fairy dust. Suddenly realizing what was transpiring, John pulled up Thumalk's character sheet.

Thumalk Luna'sheek [rename pending]
Lvl 1
15/16hp
2/12mp
str 12, agi 16, end 9, int 10, wis 8, cha 15, lib 182
skills: second wind lvl1, guard lvl1, oral sex lvl20
qualities: matriarch-bound [broken], fey

John skipped the bios page and minimized the whole interface, more impressed than angry. "Fairy, get off of his face right now." The diminutive queen groaned as she lifted her slick legs, rump and crotch off of her throne. "From now on, you'll also never engage in sexual acts with anyone, anything, or any... well, that covers it, right? No more sharing your fairy dust unless I explicitly command you to do so!"

"C'mon, Master," she whined, "you already goofed up your instructions twice... why must you restrict my pleasure so? Oh! Does this mean you'll... let me ride your face now, instead?"

"No."

"Oh Master, maybe it's how big and strong you're getting, but... I... I..." Fairy posed awkwardly, tossing a side-long, almost innocent glance to her dominator. Was his higher level, now three times her own, finally enough to make her submit to him? His breath caught at the seductive, almost innocent love he thought he saw budding in the pint-sized pixie- "... I might be close to almost respecting you as a sentient being!" John let go of the breath that was caught in his lungs in a slow, irritated breath. "Hahaha! Don't get too full of yourself, bottom boy... especially if you really think you're going to take on some real mages."

"Go sit on the fountain; you're punished." John looked down at the two naked moon elves, Tita no longer fitting anything she likely wore and Thumalk apparently being convinced out of his for whatever reason Fairy likely conceived. "Thumalk, I can't deal with you right now." John eyed the study... but just thinking about sacrificing even this ruined elf sent chills down his spine. "But I guess you'll stay to attend something... for now, get dressed and go to the corner." Thumalk, his eyes rolling as he tried to focus on John, could only sigh in response. John nearly leapt back when another droplet bubbled from the elf's never-ending erection. "... when you're able, I guess."

"Is..." The elf managed speech as he slowly got up. "... is Master... digusted by me?"

"Don't... talk, for now. Just do what you're told." Thumalk nodded eagerly, his eyes sparkling with something... undesired.

"What about me, glorious Master?" Tita rose carefully, her distended torso proving a formidable burden. He checked her again (2,914 embryos?!) and ogled her silently. "I'm... I'm hideous now, aren't I?"

She pouted, and John fell for it. "No! God no, you're... beautiful, it's just... alot to take in."

"I can still be of service for my Master. Elvenkind are formidable mothers, and we'll lose not a single of our unborn except under the most dire assaults." She neared John, and reached beyond her swollen belly to take his hand... and rest it on her roiling torso. They were... moving, in there, and John felt a sudden, terrible realness to what he had done. "I promise we can still make love, if you would have me-"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Alysha, finally matching her mask of rage with a voice, tried again to jolt forward, one blade behind her head and another before as if to enter one of her spins of ****... but frozen she remained, more than a foot away from her target. "Wretched spawn of the moon! I will tear you asunder! I will gut that generation you bear and doom your people! I will-"

John shot a glare at Alysha. "You will no longer try to attack her, and you'll get along with her as if she were your friend." The dark elf's anger finally broke, but only for misery. "So now that that's settled: why the Hell are you trying to attack her?!"

"We, the keel-taloshi, are the rightful heirs of the mountain, the closest reach to the Mother Moon," Tita calmly explained. "The keel-vorsh'ek disagreed, and had built a hideous hamlet called Gruuven'kas there upon our homeland."

"Her people reduced our greatest city to ash, and burned a dozen of our strongest Houses to leave us a broken, fragmented people," Alysha retorted, "all so they could feed their sick little cult of matriarchs and ****-boys."

"A plague of spiders infested our mountain, my love," Tita explained sweetly, "and you humans know how dreadful spiders can be."

"You would order me to embrace this wretch as a friend, John Newman? This child of genocide, who mocks the crime even now?!"

"A genocide would be to harm the rightful heirs of my people who now grow inside of me... the seed of this glorious John Newman, this Master of Masters, he who is the Second Moon Rising, the King of Stars-"

"You disgust me."

"Enough!" John shot his hands into the air, confounded by revelation after revelation. "You're... both my wives now, I guess," he muttered, to which both seemed shocked until he showed them the twice-bound finger, "so I just want this temple to know peace. No matter what, let that be my directive to all summons, old and new. This temple is a place of peace!"

Something... shifted, John was fairly sure. He looked around for a change, but couldn't spot it. "As... you command, Husband," Tita said with a bow.

"As you demand, husband." Alysha more spat the word than embraced it, but the ring remained ever on John's finger.

"I need to get to work on this temple... the more levels I put now, the more time I can have to think about..." John looked at the sex or rage-drunk bunch, and then up at the television that was currently turned off. "... Did any of you even catch what's been going on the last few hours?"

"I did," Fairy yawned as she perched on the fountain, "and you should leave the little Gorbachev hussy to suck dicks for one mage guild or another." John's grimace was apparently enough to alarm her, because she stammered an amendment, "... b-because, after all, you're not ready for that kind of fight! Don't forget that we only exist here between your ears... so we'll all die if you let yourself get stupidly killed."

"That's not an option." The fae blinked at her Master. "I'm going to get her out of there... even if she already is trapped."

"I'm... just concerned for you, Master. These three sound way out of your league. Call the Brighton girl, tell her to go instead!"

John opened his mouth to retort... and paused. Talon had mentioned something about a networking server for his intestines, as disgusting a thought as that was... but none of the others sounded like the sort to take up hacking as well. Did John happen to take out the one responsible for his communication problem? "You're... right, Fairy."

"Good! I'm sure she'll love the exercise-"

"She can go in with me." Fairy wrinkled her nose, but said nothing. "Where's that dog?" Faithfully, the plant-hound finally perked up now that the Master's frustration had subsided. John stood by the closed study, the only room that would take the sacrifice of so weak a creature. He kneeled down to stare at it, readying his order to sacrifice the monster. The beast's bobbing eyes did not hesitate, or cry, or beg for mercy; they lacked any intelligence at all, save whatever it took to bear an animal affection for John without reservation or condition. Behind it, a branch swung to and fro with a single leaf shivering at its end, the whole thing wagging like a poor emulation of a dog's tail.

"Arf!"

"You're obviously of no use," John muttered, trying to convince himself more than the shuddering bush with legs, "and you only sound like a dog from real life. You're not really a... I mean hell, you'd probably eat dogs in real life. You don't even understand what I'm about to do... so this is OK, right?"

"Arf!"

"I mean, I still eat steak, chicken- It makes no sense to spare you when I do all that, right? I mean cows aren't attacking people in the Abyss... I mean I hope... God, I hope I didn't just jinx myself..." John struggled with trying to justify sacrificing the shrub, especially as it's silly glowing eyes swayed with his excitement.

"Just kill the damn chia pet, already!" John shot an ugly look at Fairy, who shrugged and shot an arm out at the sealed study door as if to emphasize her demand. John was a tad too young to remember chia pets, but he didn't need to know; really, she'd probably just be grateful to watch her potential **** slowly slip away. John stood upright, stared at the door... and closed his eyes as he focused on opening it. The sacrifice was minor... he had to tell himself that repeatedly to not go back on his decision. He pressed the option... and winced as it took its hold.

STUDY unlocked!

John sighed sadly as the bricks repeated the same, fading animation, revealing the promised study. He looked at Fairy with an irritated expression, and she smiled back at him. The elves, once lost in their particular revelries, looked on to their Master with surprise. John looked at his experience bar... mildly diminished as it was.

"Arf arf! Rrrrrrrr!"

John looked down at the innocent creature, doing his best to sound scornful. "Well, I hope you're happy with yourself."

Captain Woofroot
Lvl 1
10/10hp

Said shrub, now named, wagged his tail.