Welcoming the newcomers.

John sighed in relief as he reached the safety of his bedroom without having been caught by his mother. Coming home at 4am, dropped off by a sexy girl on a motorcycle, the day of his first big date with his girlfriend would have been tricky to explain and talking about magic Kingdoms, cut hands or wounded dryads wouldn't have been of any use.

He was supposed to be at Anna's place by 11:30 am, it left him a lot of time if he took advantage of his personal time differential in his Kingdom. The fact that Sylvia, while safe and recovering, wouldn't be here with him was bad news, but he had to take care of his newest subjects. And take another bath in the fountain... His wrist was still sore and the places he had been cut by the obsidian blades were still hurting a bit (but at least there were no traces of the wounds).

He returned to the glade and found Ferulia, still sitting naked on her flat stone, her sister bathing in the fountain, probably to complete the healing of her gut wound. He stripped to his boxers and approached them.

"Are you alright?" he asked the red elf. Her skin was of a bright red, her hair of a luminous yellow and some sort of small flames sometimes erupted from her back and hands.

"I'm.. I'm.. I'm an abomination! Touched by the flame, corrupted by the fire, I destroy everything I touch... I even hurt my sister who was only trying to comfort me... You should have left me to die or become Tarkos' bride." she explained, crying and sobbing, making her speech hard to understand. John kneeled in front of her and raised her head putting a finger under her chin.

"Ferulia, you are beautiful! In your forest, fire is the work of the enemy, dangerous, destroyer of life and nature. In my world, fire has been tamed, we can make it help us, work for us and transform rather than destroy what we submit to it. Please, keep strong, for me and for your sister. Saving you demanded great sacrifices, don't make light of that. Cali lost everything to save you, just like I risked everything to save Sylvia. If you accept, I can show you ways of using your inner fire for good, making a joke of the curse he put on you. What do you say?" he told her, maintaining physical and eye contact the whole time.

"I'm... Are you sure... I just don't want... Oh, sis, why did you come for me? I'm... I was a priestess of the Moon goddess Ulia, my name means the glory of Ulia. She has forsaken me, since the flame touched me, she doesn't send me her strength, I don't hear her song... If you can make me useful to you and your clan, then I will do my best to keep on living. For you, for Cali, to spite this ugly fire lizard!" she said, her voice raising up with energy and confidence. That was the attitude he wanted for her.

"I need to figure out a few things about you if you are living here now. I saw you cry, did the tears hurt? No? I guess water won't hurt you then, do you accept me testing it with a few drops?" he told her. She kept nodding or shaking her head to reply. He gathered some water from the fountain in the palm of his hand and dropped a few drops on her arm. The water sizzled and turned into steam after a few seconds, but Ferulia didn't seem to feel any pain.

"No pain at all? Good, so we might be able to use the fountain, then. Its powers will soothe your body. Are you hungry? Thirsty? Intriguing, I hope we soon find out how you feed. Come with me." he led her to the edge of the fountain where her sister was bathing, with water up to the middle of her chestnut tits.

She got into the pool, using his hand as support and soon the surface of the water started gathering a thin layer of vapor. John noticed Cali's loincloth on the side of the pool and decided not to be the only one clothed. Ferulia had moved near her sister and was facing him when he removed his boxers. The two elves gasped and stood mouth open with astonished look on their faces. John remembered the bodies of the male elves that he had had to dispose of (loot), he would probably have been bigger than all of them before this week...

"How are you feeling?" he asked, as he sat down in the water, feeling its soothing effects on all of his body.

"A lot better thanks to this place. I would have died without your allies if I understand right. I have for this and for saving my little sister, an eternal debt towards you. You can ask us anything." said Cali. Her light brown skin, green eyes and loose collection of thin dreadlocks decorated with small amber trinkets contrasted deeply with her sister's light red skin, glowing golden hair and black eyes.

John was pretty sure that she, no, they, would do anything to keep on his good side, even without his collar that now laid in a lava-filled tunnel in another pocket universe. But after all that had happened, Sylvia's injuries and the day with Anna that was awaiting him in a few hours, sex was not on his list of priorities.

"Just as Sylvia before you, you are now subjects of this kingdom. I will find things that you can do for me to help the kingdom grow and prosper. If your offer entailed more than that, I'm very flattered, but after the last event and because of what I will do today I'm not really in the mood for that. I also would like for you to settle and get better before this, I wouldn't want to **** you in a moment of weakness."

The two elves couldn't believe what they just heard. A mage of incredible power, a king whose word was law here, a man with a manhood nearly thrice over the biggest they ever saw... and he was still keeping enough self control to put on the side the advances of two of the most beautiful women of their old tribe.

"I will leave some food and the red fruits of this tree are edible. I don't know exactly how long I will be gone, it might be a real day. In this realm time flows strangely, six days here last as long as one did where you lived. It might be three of those before I'm back, maybe four." he explained. The water was now comfortably warm thanks to Ferulia's presence. At some point he decided that he was healed enough.

He went to pick up the flowers behind the tree to make a nice bouquet, held together with a strand of his neon orange nylon rope. In his inventory the flowers would be kept fresh and intact until he reached Anna to give them to her.

He returned to his castle and crashed on his slime bed, with enough alarms set on his phone to be sure to wake up for 8:30 real time.

The bed was truly recognizing the desires of the people on it. Rather than to jerk him off or to suck his dick, the bed started forming a blanket around him and slowly massaged his body to help him fall asleep.