Dinner for one.

It was 9 p.m. John sat at the kitchen counter, keeping an eye on the door. The plate he prepared for his mother sat on the counter, untouched. His mind was a storm of worry, just under the threshold for Gamer’s Spirit to take over.

She has ten minutes, then I scour the fucking city. I don’t care what level it is, if a monster so much as scared her into staying somewhere else tonight I will burn it until it has 1 hp left, have Calista heal it, and then burn it to 1 hp again and again until it pleads for~

His mom walked through the door with a huge smile plastered on her face. John immediately banished the malevolent thoughts from his head and put on a relieved smile. She turned and saw him and her smile wavered as she realized that he noticed she was late.

“Oh… Sweetie, I didn’t think you’d wait up for me. Is that dinner?”

John tried for a reassuring smile and replied, “Yeah, but it’s probably cold by now. Now that I know you’re home, though, I think I’ll go up and sleep. Big day tomorrow.”

She looked a bit crestfallen at this, but John was already walking upstairs.

John walked into his room and locked the door. Then he cast Call Summon. A whirlpool of mana manifested in the center of his room. The magical waters swirled faster, and Calista rose from the waves. Her short brown hair curled atop her head, and a splash of freckles adorned the bridge of her nose and a bit of her cheeks. A white flowing chiton covered her caramel skin from neck to slightly below her knees, baring her shoulders and arms. The chiton had teal trim. Her brown eyes gazed into John’s soul.

“You summoned me, Master?”

“Yes. I would like to get to know you better.”

“You wish to bed me?”

John blinked in surprise.

Holy shit. She’s good.

“I will interpret your silence as grudging admission,” she said with a coy smile, “and answer with a counterproposition: If you can pleasure me adequately beforehand, I will consent.”

“But how did you kno-”

Calista put a finger up to his lips, and smiled mischievously, lifting her dress with her free hand. John smiled and took the hint, kneeling in front of her. He looked up at her B cup breasts, and went to town.

What started as small gasps and whines are now, ten minutes later, drawn out moans and muffled screams. John’s face was drenched in her pussy juices, and they dripped down his chin onto his chest. Her legs were trembling, and in one hand clenched a handful of her chiton above his head for her to look down at him, the other clamped over her mouth. John sensed her impending orgasm, the third of the night, and knew she wouldn’t be able to stand after the impact. He raised his hands from a loose grip behind her thighs to a firm grip on her ass, ready to hold her weight should she collapse. She came with a barely muffled scream and her knees buckled. She fell forward, bending at the waist and resting her elbow on John’s shoulder as he held her up, her legs useless for the moment. He gently lapped at her folds while she shuddered through the aftershocks. She pushed up into a standing position and pulled him away, a sparkle in her eyes.

“No human has ever pleasured me so. You have my consent, master.”

John couldn’t form a coherent answer to her eloquence, and merely pounced onto her, crushing his lips onto hers and pushing them both onto his bed. His clothes were ripped from his body as he sought to relieve the pressure in his pants. Her dress came off soon after and John was stunned into a pause as he took her in: sweat-matted hair, heavy breathing, toned stomach, drenched pussy, smooth thighs, drenched pussy… … … John went back into action, first kissing her neck and then trailing down past her collar bone and to her breasts. His hands rubbed her thighs and teased her slit, keeping her wet and ready for him. She whined her protest and lifted her hips to grind against his hands more forcefully, while he teased her nipples. He let go of her chest and looked down at her pussy, lining himself up for the thrust. He rubbed his tip up and down her opening, lubing it up.

“Please, master, stop tea-eeaaAAAHH~mmph”

He thrust into her, hilt deep. Her walls clamped down on his invading member, and she clamped a hand over her mouth as her eyes rolled back into her head in pleasure. He started to pump into her, slowly at first. He could barely contain his own groans as her orgasms continued. Now, she wasn’t as good as Omorfia, but to make a man wait is to stoke the flames of his passion. He started to piston in and out of her at an almost **** pace, **** for release. Calista’s eyes came back into focus and stared into John’s with a deep desire, and he couldn’t hold back. He came inside of her, grunting and huffing. She screwed her eyes shut as another orgasm rolled through her, a blissful smile on her face.

“Oh, master. That was wonderful.”

She sighed contentedly and her breathing returned to normal. John lay next to her in his bed, and she snuggled up to him, still smiling. He ran a hand through her hair, playing with her curls as she slowly fell asleep in his arms. She snored quietly, a cute little steady sound. John smiled and looked at his stat box. The star by his wisdom stat had returned. He tapped it.

Mana calculation change: +10 mp per minute

John acknowledged that this was important information, and made sure to remember it. Then he set his sleep option to wake up an hour before his alarm.

He was surrounded by flames. They burned as high and as far as his eyes could see, in every direction. The flames weren’t all orange or red. Some were blue, aquamarine, green, purple, yellow, gray, and even black. John walked towards an aquamarine flame, intrigued by its unnatural color. He reached out and touched it, and was engulfed by it. The fire wasn’t hot, but he was startled nonetheless, waving his arms around to try and get the flames off of him.

“You have chosen the Copper Flame, the Flames of Electricity. May they shock your enemies and countershock your allies.”

A deep voice boomed from everywhere and nowhere, rattling around John’s head and giving him a headache.

“Go forth and fight for the glory of the Copper Flame.”

Sleep cycle completed.

His dream faded to black and he woke up next to a comfortably snoring Calista snuggled up to him. He smiled and laid there playing with her hair, content to just be. She yawned and blinked a few times, squinting at the sunrise through his window.

“Good morning, Calista.”

She looked up at him and smiled warmly.

“Good morning, master.”

He kissed her forehead and she giggled. John looked at his clock. 6:58. He sighed and got out of bed, with more than a few complaints from Calista, who now sat in his bed with ruffled hair, a lopsided sleepy smile, and a blanket wrapped over half of her, baring one shoulder, arm, and breast. He held his hand over the clock and smiled at her, who now looked at him with a confused pouting expression.

BEEP SLAM! Ding!