Windows of Hawaii

Eight hours of lovemaking, a good night’s rest, and a thorough shower later, John convened the wrap-up meeting of the harem for the Hawaii matter. It meant they couldn’t lounge on the beach anymore, so that had some of the haremettes upset. Staying in paradise was never a long-term project though.

“Quick thing first,” John began the meeting. “I have two Achievements, though they don’t have any crazy rewards.”

“25 GP for killing a god – Gaia’s a fucking cheapskate, isn’t she?” Salamander asked.

Lydia swung one leg over the other. “We have outclassed the majority of divines, a reward of notable proportions would be out of place.”

“It’s deeply amusing that his worth as a man is less than three days of sex.” Siena laughed against the back of her raised hand. “A sharp underscore of his pathetic existence.”

“Worth so much less than three days of sex!” Layla declared.

“The Breeder Perks!” Nathalia’s voice sharply interrupted the rising chatter. “Now!”

“Alright, alright,” John agreed. The dragoness was hoping for a mechanic to assure daughters. If it did exist, it could be a time sensitive mechanic, so he obliged her with a quick couple of taps. There was a scattering of butterflies in the stomach as he saw the ‘2 Available Perks’ exclamation on the window. It was confirmation that his seed had either taken already or inevitably would – in both women.

In a vacuum, Uncomplicated Births would have been the choice, no questions asked. Skipping it in favour of Nathalia’s desire felt like a bit of a waste. A feeling greatly diminished by how sturdy all of his women were. Between their individual might and the level of care they had access to, ‘regular complications’ were the least of John’s issues anyhow.

Nathalia’s desire being what it was, John pressed the Sex Choice button. Then, he opened up the new sub-menu that gave him access to. Aclysia and Nathalia were both currently marked as ??? while Eliana, being too far along, did not appear in it at all. “Do you also want a specific gender, Aclysia?”

The maid hummed, smiling as she stroked her naked belly. The mark on them was another bit of proof that the pregnancy was ongoing. No matter the variant of it, a dot appeared in the centre of the design for those with child. It was just a lot more prominent in the Submissive design.

“After careful consideration, I believe I, too, would like a daughter. Not exclusively, but for a start.” The gentle caress of her flat stomach continued. “I have been blessed with a life of servitude and I would like to pay that forward to the next generation.”

John found the idea of one of his daughters turning into a maid for another man simultaneously infuriating and completely correct. ‘Those protective instincts are going to hit me like a cruise ship,’ he thought. Putting aside his desire to protect his (literal) princess(es), he lauded Aclysia’s lifestyle so he would also approve of their daughter to engage in it.

And he did owe the world a bit of repayment.

Both of the dragon ladies watched as he locked in the choice. “Feel any different?” he asked, curious.

Both of the women shook their heads. “I felt no change within me,” Nathalia said.

That could mean that the effect was too subtle or that both had been girls already anyhow… who knew? With them happy, John pulled up the next Perk to select.

Well, he could not take Uncomplicated Births over Elemental Impregnation! Making the process more secure didn’t matter if there were a whole 5 members of his harem that couldn’t partake in it. He confirmed his selection, then he dismissed the windows.

“I get the feeling it won’t be very long before I see the next Breeder Perk,” John stated.

“It’ll be a week!” Layla stated. “Tops!”

Her confidence was a lot more alluring now that it was backed up by reality. There was a lingering bit of concern in his head that elevating Layla to someone that could stab most gods to death without preparation may be unwise. “You better remember your ethics lessons when you become powerful,” the Gamer warned her. “I have high expectations of you.”

“Of course,” Layla chirped. “Shouldn’t someone be sucking your dick already?”

A fair point. From the moment he had gotten a reminder that he had sired two more children, his dick had been standing upright. Normally that was like holding out a piece of meat over crocodile-infested waters.

“I thought it was still Nathalia’s turn to hog the cock,” Delicia declared. “Not that I want to suck on that fat thing or anything!”

“I have gotten my fill,” the dragoness cooed, caressing her stomach in the same manner as Aclysia. “Treat yourself.”

Nia teleported in front of John and stuffed him down her throat within the second that Nathalia had said that. Collective grumbling filled the room as the women bound to a pretence of physics shook their fists at the blonde. After two indulgent bobs, the pariah flashed her fellow haremettes the rare, smug smirk.

“Unbelievable!” Moira proclaimed over the lewd ‘Glack! Glack!’ of Nia returning to suck him off with quite the fervour.

“It’s actually very believable.” Lee casually rubbed her swollen pussy in rhythmic circles, eyes resting firmly on the view of her best friend face-fucking herself. It helped that Nia was getting off on it. Every bit of her was sensitive to mana flows and the Gamer’s Body consisted almost entirely of those. “Unlike thinking John is a Saint or the mind goblins.”

Lorelei took offense to the first part. “John’s saintliness is beyond reproach.”

Moira naively engaged with the second. “What’s a mind goblin?”

The question was out before the cascade of warnings could stop the redhead. She threw her head side to side, confused, then looked at Lee. The gamer girl was inhaling until her chest visibly expanded from the air. “MIND GOBLIN DEEZ NUTZ!” she shouted.

“LEE!” John roared back. “I am putting you back in the box on the home flight!”

“Oh nooooooooooooo, that will teach me!” Her sarcastic drawl only made John think of extra layers to her punishment.

“I still don’t get it,” Moira remarked. “What is supposed to be funny about that?”

“Explanation: it is a bait-and-switch wordplay. The humour arrives from surprise, immature absurdity and trapping the recipients. Fundamentally, the impact should be greatly diminished by exploiting a victim’s unawareness of the category of these jokes. Lee’s immaturity, however, more than makes up for it.”

“Guilty as… charged…!” Lee’s voice strained as she approached her orgasm.

“Opinion: it is a low kind of humour and should not be allowed.”

“Oy, you have no right to say that!” Momo weighed in. “You are one of the local pun lovers!”

“Statement: puns are their own reword.”

The rest of the room groaned. John echoed the sound a second later, his eyes clenching shut while his balls tightened. Nia kept her face buried in his crotch, her orgasmic scream vibrating around him while he pumped a large load right down her gullet.

Once Nia had sucked the last drop out of him, she made room for the next woman to take the coveted spot. Nightingale’s throat-pussy enveloped John within five seconds. “Christ…” he muttered.

Ehtra rolled her eyes at the sight. “How are you still so horny after eight hours of breeding sex, Master creature?”

“By the end of that, I was honestly tapped, but the sleeping got me right back in there.” John’s fingers mixed with Nightingale’s deep purple, almost black hair and guided her in his preferred rhythm. “So, we have a couple of other matters to work through. First off… Nathalia, you are putting your Guild Hall down here, yes?”

“That is my intention,” the dragoness confirmed.

“Since you can only go to Tier 1 right now, this means we sort of need to put down a Long-Range Teleporter.”

The Transport Station did not offer the outposts with their endless range until Tier 2 of the Building and even then it was just the one. Granted, one was as many as they needed to connect their Guild Hall to his.

Tier 3 offered three such Long-Range Teleporters, which created options. Rather than John having to reposition one of his teleporters, the notable chunk of haremettes that could go to Tier 3 could add side-arms to the network. It was a little awkward, like changing trains, but it was still highly efficient.

“I’ll solve that problem,” Scarlett stated. “I’ll also put my Guild Hall down here.”

The declaration had the rest of the group surprised. “Here I thought you’d focus on the New Hudson Barrier,” John said.

“That was my original intention, but I’ve decided against for good and not-so-good reasons.” The redhead snapped her fingers, which Delicia understood as the signal to pick up Scarlett’s empty water glass and fill it with whisky… from her left boob. A little bit weird, by John’s sensibilities, but why not?

“You know it’s not even noon?” John asked her.

Scarlett pushed air out of her nose, before taking a sip of her drink. She shook her head. “I fucking hate that the best whiskey I have ever tasted comes from your tits, Delicia.”

Eliana grumbled something under her breath about cussing, but held back for now.

“Awwww, are you shy about enjoying what comes out of my big -future- mommy milkers?” Delicia teased.

“Shy? No. Embarrassed? Yes.” Scarlett took another sip. “The taste is worth it. Now shut up, John will explode if I don’t explain my every thought to him.”

“It is true,” John confirmed, though he also had done another kind of exploding down Nightingale’s gullet seconds earlier. The harpy was executing her parting bobs before letting Hailey take over. The country gal elected to use her tits instead.

“I am future-proofing my trade, is the first good point,” Scarlett explained. “Our eastwards trade is likely to get blockaded if or when we come to blows with Romulus or Remus.”

That was true enough, though John wasn’t sure how bad that blockade would be. Ships in Mobile Barriers were hilariously hard to find and they could have both Rex Germaniae and the Illuminati on their side. The Greater Empire was not renowned for its high seas fleet.

“We are also going to do a lot more westwards trade, so this is simply the more profitable position,” Scarlett stated.

That was definitely true. Ties between the Mandate of Heaven and Fusion were only growing and Japan was still on the short list of future goals John had. “That theatre is also going to see some naval warfare,” he cautioned.

“Some,” Lulu stated. “Wars in and around China are a primarily land-based matter. A simple fact of history.”

“So those are my goals for gain. Then there is the request we were given not to mercilessly crush the established corporations with our Guild Halls.” Scarlett put the glass down and crossed her arms. “That’s me obliging them. They can have the Atlantic trade, I will focus on the Pacific. Fusion’s west is much weaker, I can do more work here. Last reason…” The redhead’s cheeks were dusted a light shade of pink as she locked eyes with Nathalia. “…I won’t put my base of operations too far away from my business partner.”

“It is a shame you do not wish to be bred yet,” the goddess lamented. “They could have been spiritual twins.”

“…In a future cycle,” Scarlett promised. “I will put my Guild Hall in Honolulu. Two of my teleporters will be used to connect my and her island and then my Guild Hall and the main one.”

“That works,” John agreed. “We’ll stay two more days so you can get that set up. Lee will bring everyone who can’t stay for that time home.”

“See, there’s a reason why you put up with me and Candice.”

Lorelei tilted her head. “Who is-“

“”NO!”” it thundered from several corners of the room.

“I went with her to Saw Con.”

“What is-“

“”STOP!””

Lorelei flashed them all a knowing smirk. ‘Wait… is she stringing us along? What level of jokery is this?!’ John groaned, came all over Hailey’s face and tits, and was then treated to Sylph deciding it was time for reverse cowgirl. She kept the pace nice and moderate, so he wasn’t too distracted by her round little ass in motion or the stormy massage of her elemental pussy.

“Next topic!” Jane spoke for him. “Marriages and breeding coming up. We still got Nahoa, Rel and Lee in the first wave, and with Nathy happy and bred, there’s nothing holding ya three back from getting knocked up right after tiger gets done with the bunny.”

“As you were all nice enough to let me catch those flowers, I believe I should make good of my promise to my people to wed John,” Nahoa remarked. “We can execute the ceremony swiftly. All that we need for it is in place. A couple days and silly me can get that done.”

“Alright… how about next Wednesday?” John suggested.

“Sure!” Nahoa agreed readily.

Setting a date for marriage and breeding so simply felt criminal. Not because John had any doubts about the process, but because no one man should be allowed to know this much joy in one day. He had just knocked up two dragon ladies and was already slotted to breed two more women the week after.

John felt like something horrible had to happen to him to make up for all of that… then again, the Lorylim War had tipped his karmic scales.

“Hey, Layla, would you mind if I joined in on your breeding session?” Lee suddenly asked.

“What?! Mixing another one of my fellow haremettes into me getting a baby pounded into me? That would be the worst… by which I mean YES! Yes! Please join us, let’s make babies from his perfect cum together!” Layla couldn’t even keep the sarcasm running for a second.

‘Did I say two more next week? I meant three, of course.’

“May I also partake in this?” Lorelei requested.

“”Obviously,”” Lee and Layla responded together.

‘Four, of course… Jesus, I will be a father of seven in 9 months.’ The thought was dizzying. “Are you two sure about this?” the Gamer asked, looking from Lee to Lorelei and back again. “I know you would prefer at least small ceremonies.”

“Though I do indeed desire to sanctify our relationship with vows to the Lady, my Saint, that is an event I can await patiently. To begin work on the seven children I yearn to have is a more pressing concern to my mind.”

“Yeah, the order doesn’t matter much to me,” Lee echoed. “Besides, Lydia should get her ceremony first. She did catch the bouquet.”

“A tradition that must not bind us, but whose observance I would not mind either,” Lydia stated. “I am your second fiancée, yet at the current rate I will be your sixth wife at the earliest. Amusing, in certain ways.”

“When should we start planning for the wedding?” John asked. It was going to be of similar importance as his wedding with Jane had been.

“A little while longer. I do not wish for it to lay in the shadow of your first ceremony.”

That was more than fair enough.