Starting fresh.

John woke up to the melody of his alarm. He had set it more than an hour before its normal time, giving himself two hours before his usual wake up time if he remained in his kingdom. He was still snuggled against Sylvia, whose body really seemed warmer than before. Maybe it was from hours of contact with his own in the tight cocoon that the slime bed had formed against them. Her green hair smelled like fresh grass and flowers. He knew she was awake, but didn't know if she had been before his alarm.

"Good morning, beautiful!" he greeted her.

"It was a great night, I really enjoyed all of it," she replied. He had had a lot of fun trying out recipes and testing items with her. The discovery that she could learn new things, totally out of her nature spirit expertise was a good surprise. But above all he had this atrocious angst relieved, knowing that both her mind and body had been preserved after her torment. After a few minutes of just staying here and kissing the back of her neck (which never failed to make her wiggle) the fact that he had things to do prevailed on his desire to stay in this bed forever.

John had upgraded the tool belt that Sylvia used when exploring the maze into a harness similar to his own, using lizard leather as materials. She could now easily carry her staff around and the small pouches could contain stackable items like his inventory.

Back to the glade a simple spell from her awakened the two sleeping beauties. With her hair a bit shorter than before and her new vines coiled around her body, Sylvia looked great. The blemish on her side had reduced further, smaller than the brand had been it now looked like a light bruise, no doubt that it would soon become unnoticeable.

"Good morning, girls! May I formally present to you Sylvia, Mother of the Glade. She is the first inhabitant of my kingdom and should be considered as nobility here. In my absence, please refer to her best judgment. Sylvia, this brave huntress is Cali, she helped in your rescue and that of her sister. Your unfortunate cellmate is Vesta, she abandoned her former name because of its meaning. I welcome them here and ask you to help them find their place in the kingdom," he announced, making formal introductions. Cali hugged Sylvia, who looked at John, a puzzled look on her face. Vesta stood back, withdrawn, knowing too well John's reaction if she made Sylvia burn herself.

John got his gift for Vesta out of his inventory and handed it to her. It took a small moment to show her how to get in it, but the living body suit adapted to her body, covering her from the neck down, leaving slits in her back that sometimes let out flames to regulate her powers. To show her how well the translucent glistening fabric worked, he took her hands in his own and after a long moment looking into her eyes, moved to the rest of her body. The slime skin of her suit was heat resistant, but transmitted every other sensory input to the wearer (testing this on Sylvia had been a lot of fun).

"Thank you so much for everything you did for us," said Vesta, hugging him while taking care not to let her head touch him. "I hope we will be worthy of your help."

"Don't say things like that, saving you was the right thing to do. You two must be hungry, let's have some breakfast," he told them.

After some questions John discovered that it wasn't uncommon for the elves of her tribe to eat the lizardmen they killed, but it was always as dried meat. John produced some of the dishes he had prepared, some steaks, meatballs, bacon and other bits of meat, marinated in spicy sap and candied over the fire or just cooked like that. Sylvia gathered some fruits and berries for them and John took a few drinks from his stock.

First reticent in the face of the strange aspect of the food, the elves started wolfing it down after the first taste. Once they had cleared everything he had set out and were busy licking their fingers, John explained the secret behind it all.

"Vesta, this was cooked meat. Flesh heated over a flame or burning coals, one of the many positive aspects fire can have. It is something you can learn to do and for which your new condition could even be an advantage," he explained, Cali smiled while seeing him comfort her sister, Vesta didn't reply, lost in her thoughts.

John had wiped clean the phone he had obtained from the obnoxious girl at the train station on his first adventure. Once the sim card removed and destroyed he had installed a few messaging apps, both for text and audio, using the amazingly omnipresent Wi-Fi signal of his kingdom he would now be able to keep in contact with Sylvia during the day.

One thing he discovered was that the elves were perfectly familiar with the concept of a blowjob. While Vesta couldn't give him one safely, her sister dropped on her knees after breakfast to blow him. She was used to do it on dicks a lot smaller than his own and had to come up with new techniques on the go. Apparently it was often used by girls who didn't want children during their time (one moon out of 13 per year approximately).

John's main objective for the future would be to create some items granting lvl for skills, allowing the girls to use them and harvest resources for him. He had to contact Moira to know how to deal with Anna regarding knowledge of the Abyss, Kim about her issue, Tricia/Danielle about their research partnership, June to... well to have more tutoring with her... and solve the mystery of those strange statuettes.

So many things to do, he also had to make money for his vault quest and figure out what this damn puzzle box contained.

Leaving all three girls together to plan their day he returned to the castle, it was time to go back to his real room and to start his new week.

John put his bike against the wall and walked to the pedestal on which the blue gem rested. He put his hand on it and his kingdom vanished, showing him the familiar view of his bedroom...

Only for a moment though. After barely a few seconds the world flickered again around him and he found himself in a room not too different from the underground rooms of his castle.

The floor was covered in runes and he was standing in the center of a circle and pentagram. A cold draft reminded him of what he was wearing (nothing) and pushed him to try to cover his hard dick with his hands, only to discover that they were chained to the wall with long chains of dark metals covered in runes.

The chains were just too short to let him cover anything, which was more embarrassing once he noticed two things:

He couldn't use his powers.

He wasn't alone in the room.

In a corner of the room stood some sort of girl looking automaton wearing strange clothes and with a brown wig on her head, her face illuminated by her red eyes and the two sections of her body only linked together by some sort of magic field letting the top part float above the bottom one.

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