Season 3 Arc 13 Prologue – Airport Risks

“…Of course, stuff goes wrong when I plan it,” Rave complained.

John laughed at the comment. He had the intense urge to smack her ass for it, but alas, there were children present and so he did not.

They were ‘stranded’ at the Los Angeles airport. The vacation that Rave had insisted on had already been put together before John had ever heard of it. His harem knew he would agree to it and had thus not lost any time and with their money two weeks was plenty of time to get a really nice resort on the island state. However, while finding a place to stay was very simple, finding a way to get there was somewhat difficult.

Commercial flights were not exactly renowned for their reliability, at least John did not consider them to be. He was spoiled in that regard with the ready accessibility of private planes. Alas, in this case, he had no access to one. Renting one was usually an option, but there were two issues with it this time around. First was that they needed a plane for a rather sizable group, big as the harem had become, and second was that they needed it for a long trip.

The only one available on such short notice had been too small for all of them. Therefore, they would have had to take multiple flights which, to Hawaii, was quite the time investment. A few months ago, they could have avoided all of this by taking their truly private plane, but that one had sunk in the mire of the Eternal Sanctum. Taking Lydia’s plane could have been an option, but getting it over had its own set of issues. Lulu’s was obviously not an option either. It was nice enough that the empress was able to join them for this vacation in the first place.

So, with the convenient options out, they had opted for the commercial route. Direct planes from New York to Hawaii had not been available, but from New York to Los Angeles to Hawaii, that was easy enough. In theory. As with the previous set of problems, their numbers created an issue. They had to split up across multiple planes and then multiple planes created multiple fault lines.

Now, Scarlett could cheat them through all manners of problems but even she could not work the miracle of assuring several flights all went off without a delay. Thus, about a third of John’s harem was now on the way to Hawaii, the rest were still in NYC, and he and Rave had gotten stuck in the LAX airport.

“Could have probably taken the yacht,” John suggested.

“I didn’t want to get stuck on the yacht,” Rave answered. “Plus, that’s a vacation idea for another time. I have plans for this one.”

“Do you now?” John asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Ja.” Rave stuck her tongue out, then took her seat next to his. They were in a general waiting area, stuck between two airport shops that competed with each other over who could charge more abhorrent prices for low quality sandwiches and the smallest soda bottles that John had ever seen. “I arranged some stuff, you’ll see.”

“Mhm.” John hummed deeply, put a hand on her thigh, and enjoyed the feeling of her fingers scratching the back of his head. The constant chatter of people, the laughter and cries of children, the business of luggage carts, all of that was easily ignored as long as she was with him. His erudite mind all the same kept track of the march of time. “Alright, been ten minutes. Let’s see what they got for us.”

They went back to the terminal, to see if the operator had found any replacement flights for the one they had been removed from. “Just the two of you? No luggage?” the middle-aged woman asked.

“That is correct,” John confirmed.

The operator gave him a once-over. He could sense that she was adjusting her expectations in response to his looks. He was well-dressed and handsome, which he had long, long ago noticed got one preferential treatment in life. Something he had resented when he had been unattractive and that he now found himself just accepting. It had its advantages, but it felt weird.

“Alright, I’ve got something for you,” she said. “Other side of the airport, but if you hurry you should be able to get there…?” She looked at them for confirmation.

“We’re quick on our feet,” John confirmed.

“Wonderful, then let me just print this…” she tapped a couple of keys with long fingernails, “…and there you go.” She slipped the paper over once it had been spat out. “Just let the gate scan the QR code and you should be good.”

“Appreciated.” John took the paper and they departed with a friendly nod. Then it was the usual hasting through a large airport to find the correct place. They had their fair share of experience navigating airports, so it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. After a mere 15 minutes, they had made it over.

Of course, that kind of haste was actually unnecessary.

“Ten minute delay… so twenty minute delay,” John joked, as he and Rave sat down on the thinly cushioned seats. “Am I allowed to do some paperwork during this time?”

“Nuh-uh,” his first fiancée denied him. “You’re staying all here with me, or am I not interesting enough for you?”

“There are many accusations I could level at you, but not that one,” John responded with a smirk. He could already feel this vacation comb over his mild depression. It was difficult to stay focused on the work when he wasn’t doing it. The Mandala Sphere was currently in his inventory and the Creator Puppet sat, essentially deactivated, in the Palace. He had kept it there for the usual securities.

“What accusations are ya going to level at me?” she asked teasingly.

“To start with the obvious, we do need to finally check whether the temperature control of your brain is broken.

It was the first of December in Los Angeles. In other words, for John’s sensibilities, it was quite warm for the month, temperatures nearly reaching 20 degrees Celsius. Yet, his girlfriend was wearing a jacket and long pants. He was comfortable in a short-sleeved shirt and loose jeans. This went beyond the usual temperature preference difference between men and women.

“Some of us need to have warm blood to survive,” Rave defended herself drily.

“Sure, sure.” John waved off. “To go on then, there are your horrible sleeping habits, both in timing and position…”

“It’s not that bad!”

“…your absolutely nonsensical chimera of an accent…”

“Ya dare?”

“…also that weird counting thing you do.”

“A, that’s adorable, and, secondly, you love it.”

“I do love you,” John agreed wholeheartedly and bent over to put a quick kiss on her lips. She denied him, pushing him back as if he was something she had just scraped off her shoe. The false disgust on her face made him laugh. They wrangled a bit, bumping shoulders and finger-wrestling, until their digits interlocked and they entered a spontaneous state of equilibrium.

Rave let her head fall on his shoulder. He could feel her chaotic glory of hair tickle his neck. The absence of cat ears was as foreign now as their presence had been initially. Time changed everything, inevitably, even for them. No wonder Gaia refused to let that kind of magic be in the hands of mortals or even most gods.

“You may now board the plane!” the local worker said, causing the gathered people to stir into motion. They were corralled through the attachable bridge into the plane. John and Rave got to move through the cheap seats and to the back where things were more spacious. Money talked and they had paid quite handsomely for the business class.

It wasn’t that John couldn’t deal with crying infants and the general chatter of the regular passengers, it was that he did not want to do so on a flight across the pacific. Plus, this flight allowed the business class to close the cabin door, which they promptly did. It was not complete privacy, a standing stewardess could still look in through the open top, but it was close enough.

“No children here, right?” Rave asked in a conspiratorial whisper.

John used his elemental senses to scan through the area. He felt the warmth of human bodies in the movement of the air around them and none were small enough to qualify as children. “Nope,” he answered and gave his first fiancée a knowing smirk. “Want me to do the thing?”

“Yes,” she sat down by the window, snapping the seat belt in place, and bit her lower lips when the remote control vibrator inside her began to buzz. The sex toy had been in there since they had made it past the metal detectors. A little extra to spice up the five-to-six-hour journey.

John upped the power little by little, until Rave was squirming in her seat. Her body was getting visible warmer, cheeks flushing, and so she peeled out of her extra clothes. The tank top she wore underneath rode up slightly, giving a clear view of her womb tattoo just in time for a stewardess to look in.

“Is everything to your liking, sir, miss?” the young woman asked with a radiant smile.

“All is good,” Rave was swift to respond. The steadiness of her voice put a moment of doubt on the blonde lady’s face. There was no doubt that she had a suspicion of what was going on here. John did not anticipate that it was regular that young money fooled around like that, but he did expect it to be just about common enough that people were warned about it, especially in a set-up like this.

Following an erotic impulse, John upped the intensity of the vibrator a little more. Rave got a little more rigid. Her thighs visibly tensed and relaxed inside her tight pants. The stewardess’ smile remained calm and steady, but her gaze got more discerning. Rave held it with a smile on her own.

“I would like some water, if that is possible,” John said from his position next to his girlfriend.

“I will fetch you something to cool down,” the stewardess stated, then quickly stepped away.

“Oh my everything,” Rave gasped quietly, her breathing derailing now that she wasn’t being watched. “Did not expect that.”

“She’s going to be back in a moment;” John reminded her. “Be a good girl and hold on. You can cum once she steps away.”

“Y-you’re not making that easy…” Rave whined wantonly and he activated the vibrations of her butt plug to prove her right.

Rave was practically clawing at his arm by the time the stewardess came back with the requested water. He was her raft, the thing she could hold onto before she was swallowed by the pink depths of delight. The exhibitionistic rapture was all the clearer on her face for the fact that she hid it so well.

There was a mixture of quiet condemnation and envy in the stewardess’ eyes. Of course, this was wholly inappropriate and it was also the kind of fantasy a lot of people had. “I hope you will have a nice and quiet flight,” she said, diplomatically. She knew she couldn’t throw them out of the flight, not with how clearly rich and influential they looked. It wasn’t worth the trouble nor the flight delay.

The stewardess stepped away to check up on the other passengers. That was John’s window to push his hand under Rave’s waistband. He could sense the buzzing of the toy inside her through her pubic mound. He found her clit and rhythmically circled it with one finger. Rave put a hand on her mouth, clenched her teeth, and kept the orgasmic cries as tiny noises in her throat.

Once she was past the climax, John diminished the vibrator to a very minor buzz. Enough to excite, especially a woman as sensitive as Rave, but not enough to immediately send her towards her next orgasm.

“That was… adventurous,” Rave swooned.

“The Nympholympics sort of pushed me in that direction,” John answered with a smirk. It was a fad. One of those trends in the harem that lasted for a few months and then was replaced by something else down the line. For the time being though, he did enjoy the idea of taking the erotic situations to the edge of what was acceptable, be it for the thrill or as a power move.

The plane took off and Rave let go of his arm. She remained aroused, but arousal was hardly a detriment to their state of concentration. “Any movie we wanna watch?” she asked, tapping through what the integrated screen had to offer.

“I am having a weird flashback or realization of how far technology has come,” he said suddenly. “I remember playing games on my Nintendo DS when I was really young and I thought it was incredible how small those chips were compared to some of the Game Boys older kids still had… now there’s a screen dozens of times better just integrated in a seat.”

“If ya put it like that…” Rave hummed, as she tapped through the library. “Storage space got insanely big too.”

“I think the first USB stick I ever bought was like 20 bucks for 2 gigabytes…” Even while they had that conversation, the universal lewdness of their life was present in the fact that he licked her juices off his fingers. He cleaned them up afterwards with a handkerchief, then actually tasted the water that had been brought to him. “Well, enough of the nostalgia. I think Pacific Rim could be nice?”

“Sure, dumb action sounds nice… we’ll be too distracted for plot heavy stuff.”

Rave’s smirk was entirely justified. For the coming two hours they went back and forth between watching the movie and getting the feline Lightbearer to stealthy orgasms. John would have loved to squeeze a handjob in between all of that. Alas, male orgasms were a messier affair and not as easily achieved in a covert manner.

Sneaking into the toilet may have been an option, but the staff definitely had an eye on them – and for good reason. Therefore, they kept it to teasing. John would get to pound her soon enough after they landed.

Eventually the movie ended and the teasing was on a cooldown. John kept studying Rave’s face instead of selecting a new movie and Rave was occupying herself by looking out of the window. They were over the open blue now, the vast Pacific Ocean stretching out in every direction.

“Uh, tiger…?”

“Yeah?” John asked, his mind only slowly catching onto the fact that she sounded concerned.

Very quietly, she said, “I think there’s smoke coming from the turbine.”

John stretched next to her, practically pressing his face against the glass to get a view of the wing. A faint trail of grey was left behind the spinning blades, rapidly turning darker and thicker. The Gamer wasn’t sure what to do about that or if there even was anything he could do. “Maybe just a mild malfunction?” He did not believe in that himself.

Then the turbine burst into flames.