John awoke the next morning to the wonderful and familiar feeling of a number of mouths slobbering all over his dick under the blanket. Although he stretched to indicate he was awake, letting out a hearty yawn, he didn’t move in any way that would interrupt that morning service. Instead, he focused his senses on finding out who was at work there. He could have checked with the replacement sphere, or used Possession on something else, but just using his sharpened sense of touch was exactly the kind of mental exercise he could use to get up in the morning.

‘I wonder how they know when they can start sucking me off without waking me up too early,’ John thought as he waited for enough sensory data to come in to make some initial guesses. Much like a Starcraft 2 player who set a unit out to scout, he had to make sure he knew everyone’s position first. ‘Maybe there are activities in my surface thoughts that give it off? A certain level of morning wood?’

‘The former, Master,’ Aclysia responded in his mind. Her presence was of no surprise, as John had made no attempt to obscure his thoughts in any way. ‘Although it is hard to read when your dreams end, I have gotten quite adept at it. However, Jane just went ahead at the perfect time. As always, her intuition towards her loved ones borders on precognition…’

‘No, bad Aclysia!’ John scolded her, not a fan of just being given the answer to one of the participants. That his girlfriend woke up before him was rare, but not unheard of. Still though, ‘Let me solve this on my own!’

‘I apologize,’ the weaponized maid submissively answered and shrunk her presence in his mind while letting her master get back to his thinking.

There were four girls all around, he could feel that much by the number of tongues and lips on his dick, as well as hands on groin and balls. He already knew Rave was there, her enthusiastic and expert teasing of his weak spots was unmistakable anyhow. Then there was Beatrice, with her methodical approach. The very fervent assault of a hot pair of lips gave away Salamander, while a cooling, much squishier presence sneaked in her love here and there, a flexibility only Undine could have.

To his surprise, that meant Aclysia wasn’t there, but he was certain of this counting. Finally using his Possession of the replacement sphere to have it hover off the floor and over the bed, he threw off the blanket to reveal, indeed, that he had been right in his count and reasoning. As for where that put his favourite maid, he just had to reconnect with her mental presence to find her in the kitchen.

The routine of a wonderful morning drew on for over half an hour. After the blowjob had concluded, they moved into the bathroom. John and Rave brushed their teeth, then moved into the spacious shower with Undine and Beatrice in tow. Out of the bathroom, the contact lenses in, and John rewarded Salamander for her part in waking him up with a morning quickie and lots of kisses.

Then, he finally got to explore this presidential suite. Not too hastily, he could maintain normal walking speed consistently for now, rare stumbles notwithstanding. His impression was that the whole thing was nicely designed, but gave a bit too much of a hotel vibe for his taste. This was mostly due to the furniture. Between the reddish brown walls, the dimmed windows and the black and gold decorated ceiling, the creamy champagne coloured carpet wasn’t out of place, but it didn’t harmonize as well with the otherwise dark colours that John preferred.

The idea behind its colouration, as well as the white cushions on the seats, couches and everywhere else was quite clear. Their meticulous cleanliness was a show of the hotels high level of quality. Similarly, the vast amount of space was a sign of the renter’s status. For John, however, it was too much space. He didn’t like having to take ten steps to get from the vast array of armchairs and couches around the oversized TV over to the table. Even less did he like that there was a fully stocked bar at their disposal but the kitchen was a separate room.

Aclysia had already finished their breakfast, boiled eggs (already peeled), along with bread, several toppings, and a salad at the side. Pretty balanced in nutrition, not too much and customizable enough.

The one thing that John did truly appreciate about this hotel was the presence of an indoor whirlpool of a decent size. He had lived without a jacuzzi for a little while now, and now that he was finally around one, he couldn’t wait to hop in. “Beatrice,” John asked the maid that had basically become his secretary, “do you have my schedule in mind?”

“Affirmative, Master,” the passive maid responded, while helping Aclysia clean off the table. “Please tell me day and time you wish to be informed about.”

“How much longer until my meeting with the Amacat leadership?” he asked a rather simple question. Not that he didn’t know his own schedule, he was pretty sure he remembered it perfectly, but he usually liked having a second person confirm things for him.

“2 hours,” Beatrice responded like clockwork to the rhythm of plates being stacked into the dishwasher in the kitchen. That confirmed John’s suspicion.

“Alright,” John rose from the table and rolled his shoulders as if he was warming up for something, “time for the whirlpool then. Gnome, could you come out?”

The soil elemental, who had stayed incorporeal even during breakfast today, appeared next to John. In her yellow summer dress, the brunette was as cute as ever, standing a bit smaller than John with her well distributed, if overall average, curves. That cuteness came only a little bit from her body; it had even diminished a little since her recent evolution had caused her to take on a more adult appearance. Most of it instead came from her behaviour. Top of all, her shyness.

“Y-yes?” she asked, blushed a little, pulled her shoulders up in a motion that could have been either embarrassed or self-encouraging, only to repeat, “Yes!” almost too firmly. “I am here, what can I do for you?”

“I want you,” the Gamer responded with a cliché line that made his girlfriend giggle in the background, Aclysia radiate with a fair bit of jealousy and Gnome, well, Gnome’s face went from reddish to the colour of the tomatoes that had been in John’s salad.

“Are you… I mean am I… I mean, uwu… No, wait, I want… uwuwuwu…,” Gnome stammered a bunch of incoherent words, fell silent, only for her mouth to open and close repeatedly. It was absolutely adorable to see her shift on the spot, searching for words. It was always interesting to see how much worse she reacted in situations without stress. If they were in the middle of a fight, or if there as genuine thing of importance being discussed, this kind of complete system stutter would have never happened.

It likely didn’t help that John was stark naked. Scarlett had assured him there were no cameras around, and even if, the Gamer rarely wore clothes in the morning. There was just no reason to, everyone around knew every inch of his body already. Also, it motivated a bunch of girls to spend their mornings naked too. It gave all of them a nice amount of eye candy.

As the earth spirit’s confusion continued, her brown eyes spinning behind rapidly blinking lids, John decided to go for the force restart. Now, as she wasn’t a computer and he didn’t have a keyboard, the best option he had were her quivering red lips. Gently, yet firmly, he placed his hands on her chin, causing her to focus her eyes on his as he leaned down.

Ever since her transformation from stone to soil elemental, the parts of her that mattered had this firm softness to them. Like a balloon filled with fine sand or mud, except that the surface was nothing like rubber and more akin to stretchable, polished marble. It was a feeling very hard to put in comparison to something else. Her taste was strong and earthy, like the smell of autumn leaves in the sun after days of heavy rain. Her skin was pleasantly lukewarm, well, her face was more like a small sun.

Their tongues touched, not a whole lot, they weren’t wildly making out, no wrestling of their mouths, just a seeking of as much contact as a kiss allowed. First Gnome’s embarrassment seemingly went into complete overdrive, but then it peeked, her eyes focused and she returned the kiss in a more and more controlled fashion.

John broke the kiss by resting his forehead on hers, which made her look up to him with big puppy eyes. “You’re just so fun to bully,” the Gamer didn’t even try to make an excuse for himself.

“You are a big, sexy meanie,” Gnome responded in a pouting tone of voice, her blush stabilizing at a still clearly reddened, but no longer worrying level of embarrassment. “I just wanted to ask: do you already want to have sex again?”

“No… yes,” John responded, putting a hand around her hips and slowly guiding her towards the door that lead to the whirlpool. “I didn’t have sex in mind, I just thought you deserved some cuddles. I feel like I owe you some attention. Although I am completely ready for more fucking at all times,” he grinned, “especially with you, all of you.”

Gnome chose not to respond to that last bit, only averting her gaze as she followed John’s motions, the two of them taking steady, almost dancing steps. “I don’t think you need to… give me that much more attention…” she mumbled so quietly that John almost didn’t hear her, “…but I wouldn’t say no to it…”

“Good thing I have already decided then,” John said, the door swinging open automatically once he got close to it. They stepped through and entered the room, the other girls following soon thereafter. None of them tried to make themselves part of their moment, the rest of the harem just wanted to be where John was for the next two hours. Cuddling couldn’t take that long. Rather, it usually didn’t.

The jacuzzi wasn’t the only thing about the room that John loved. In its entirety, it was more like a private spa. Walls of black marble, red veins running through, with a floor of reddish wood, the surface ribbed to prevent slipping with wet feet. The whirlpool was easily big enough for ten people. Then there was a considerably big indoor pool and an entrance to a sauna in one of the corners, while a large area for standing had chairs and loungers of the kind used for professional massages. All of it was oriented so the people enjoying any part of this spa (aside from the sauna) could look out on Boston. While the look over the city wasn’t the most impressive thing by itself, this height and distance covered made most sceneries a great sight to behold.

Gnome changed from her summer dress into nothing by the time they reached the jacuzzi and stepped inside together. “You don’t want to keep it on?” John asked, mostly to tease her.

“It would just get blown up by the bubbles!” she declared something that John wasn’t quite sure he believed. “I-I would like a swimsuit or something…” she continued as they sunk into water until they sat comfortably. John was a bit deeper as the soil elemental, courtesy of her partly sitting on his thighs. “...but… but I don’t want to stop being close to you.”

“Oh my Lord, you are the cutest thing,” John gasped and finally got to hugging her as the bubbles started rising. His arms just closed behind her back and he felt almost clumsy in that motion, despite all of his Agility, due to the perfection he got to experience in return.

Gnome only slowly embraced him. Her chest pressed against his, her chin nuzzled up against the relaxed muscles of his neck, as her hands moved around his sides, finding their way through the gap between his back and the wall of the jacuzzi, finally closing when one hand lay on top of the other. She angled her head just a little bit, resting the side against his own, and hummed in satisfaction. A calm beat, the pulsation of magic inside her that replaced the drumming of a heart, so violent by comparison, soon came to dominate all of John’s senses.

“I like being here,” the soil elemental said, her voice devoid of all shyness or embarrassment, just content. “I am here for you, with you, John. I always have been.”

“This is supposed to be for you,” the Gamer answered, feeling oddly emotional all of a sudden. It was like this hug was equally all the gratification in the world and caused parts of him to dislodge that he had, mostly subconsciously, built to save himself from fears and doubts all the way below. This wasn’t the first time this had happened. Last time had been on the ship, when she had simply asked him if he was okay. Unlike that time, he didn’t suddenly start to cry, although he would have lied if he said he wasn’t getting a bit misty eyed.

Noticing this immediately, Gnome moved her hands in soothing rhythms. No words were exchanged. This wasn’t what John had planned for, and it thankfully faded pretty quickly again. A little episode that reminded him that, for all the confidence he could justify nowadays, for all the power and all the influence, money and relationships, that all of it was still built on the back of him being a human. No matter how much he evolved, he too needed something as simple as a hug and a moment of quiet security, something that wild sex with loved people, as fun as that was, wasn’t really a replacement for.

“You’re doing all good,” Gnome assured him when he had calmed down completely.

“Well, the fact that I don’t feel like I am suddenly going to burn out is testament to that,” he smiled and pressed her against himself a little stronger. “All of the stress is manageable right now. This is just… nice…”