‘This is the absolutely worst day of my life,’ John thought as he listened to the rebuttal to the answer to the question about the complaint to the initial statement, regarding the re-addressing of the question of whether or not they needed both the Day of the Holy Fire on August first and Holy Fire Day on March second. John had barely any idea what either was about, beyond what the names suggested, but apparently there was a big disagreement as to the rites and date involved.

Although the office set up to sort out the holidays had done a tremendous job at trimming the fat and mediating between factions, there were still a lot of disagreements. Disagreements that people insisted to have on the parliament floor. Disagreements that took a lot of back and forth to make everyone feel that they had a fair hearing. Disagreements that they were slowly chewing through.

There were a few easy ways to end most arguments. One was to convince whatever factions involved, be it one or multiple, to address the issue on a lower level. That removed the discussion from the federal purview and left it to one of the member guilds instead. Because most of the problems stemmed from cultural differences, however large or small, they could be solved with just some friction removed. Another way to solve issues was to give a bit of ground. Not to make something a fully blown, paid leave holiday but an officially recognized day of some importance. Basically, it was the promise to print the name of the days on calendars created in Fusion’s borders.

If they didn’t back down on the issue even after those two were applied, a vote was called and whatever the outcome was declared final. That did cause some annoyance, but John really didn’t care. Not when he had to sit through all of this in person.

‘This is hell. This must be what hell feels like.’ The Gamer’s face was an unbroken mask of friendliness and patience, he even smiled a little. Behind that, he was annoyed, tired and wanted nothing more than to leave. ‘Couldn’t have busted my Mandala Sphere on a better day. Can’t use a replacement either, because Extension has a one-month cooldown and I am not going to run around with a worse one for a month just because I can’t take not getting my dick sucked while I listen to this… Although I may have crumbled on that conviction had I known this was going to be my day.’

He had already needed to stay a bit more reasonable than usual during the paperwork. As he had feared, actually working while getting a blowjob reduced writing and reading speed considerably. With his superhuman composure, he would have normally been able to keep things mostly straight regardless. There were typos galore when he wrote while having an orgasm, but that was about it. However, thanks to the massive increase in Libido he had let Rave talk him into, that wasn’t working either. He would get used to it within a few days, but for the moment he had a very difficult time to stay composed.

Lydia had been disappointed when he told her to stop every so often. Understanding as she was about the fact that he needed to administer his Federation, she still was there to suck his dick and orgasm several times while drinking his cum. Ironically, the fact that he had increased his Libido led to less sex after the morning orgy. That he couldn’t substitute his presence in parliament only made things worse. He was forced to sit there, with his entire mind dedicated to the ongoing discussion, listening to all of it while having an awkward erection under the table. It was as if he was in school all over again, except he had exchanged bullying for the sheer length of the session.

Exactly like school, so too did the session eventually come to an end. They had to add another two days to the previously agreed maximum of days to get everything done. There were about a dozen annoyed members of the House of Commons who stomped over to the press by the end of it, but that would be the case with just about every decision. Someone was always unhappy with a decision. If the federal government somehow came up with a cheap cure for cancer and made a law for easy distribution, people with strong pharma presence in their constituency would complain that their job market was being compromised.

There just was no pleasing everyone.

More importantly, with parliament concluded, there was pleasing him. As quickly as etiquette allowed, he was out the front entrance. ‘Maybe I should get a back entrance to my level of the seat of government,’ he pondered while striding towards the dome at the centre of the capitol. He had placed the teleporter pad there, allowing him and the ever-present maid duo to get home instantly. ‘But that kind of sends the wrong symbolical message… I am supposed to take the same entrance as everyone else…’

“Yo,” he was greeted by Salamander before he could split his skull with more serious talk. Seeing her hourglass figure and huge tits solidified the tent in his pants. “You are VERY happy to see me, aren’t you?”

“I just sat through three hours of holiday debates, I need to fuck one of you,” his response burst out immediately.

“Let’s get that fucking evolving done and I’ll be happy to lend you these puppies,” Salamander said and cupped her breasts. “Who knows, maybe they’ll get bigger?”

John stared at those squishy, firm, large globs of fuckable, suckable meat and gulped. Although he generally preferred moderately sized breasts, like Rave’s or Lydia’s, he had discovered the charm of big tits a while ago. There was just so much to look at and so much to play with. He wouldn’t want a harem filled with large chested women, but those he had made him very happy. Perhaps one girl with truly enormous breasts was exactly what he needed.

“Great, and now I can barely walk,” John complained, the single iron rod keeping up the tent in his pants.

“Suck it up, your Gamer’s Body prevents it from being a problem even after 4 hours.” Salamander grinned and, at the same time, deactivated the golden flickering flames that hid her nipples and privates from view. “You’ll be fiiiineeeee,” she teased.

“Careful, or I will ravage you here and now,” the Gamer declared, while taking steps as effectively as he could with his large cock rubbing against the inside of his clothes. All Salamander did was cackle and, still naked, floated ahead of him. That did give him a wonderful view of her peach-shaped rear, but freed him of any further teasing when she turned a corner. “Can you get the other girls?” John asked his maids.

“Affirmative,” Aclysia answered.

“Affirmative, will drag Eliza out of her atelier and-slash-or separate her from Velka,” Beatrice put things in a bit more detail. The two maids separated to go to different areas of the house, while John walked towards the nearest elevator. Although the staircase would have been closer, there was no way he would take the steps right now.

Taking slow breaths, he tried his best to calm down, but a mischievous duo was taking advantage of his current weakness and bombarding him with lewd thoughts. Salamander was already prone to tease him today and Siena was always willing to torture her summoner a little. That was the problem with having sadists in his harem. Albeit Salamander was more of a sadistic leaning switch than a proper sadist. She was somewhat like Rave, but more centred. As centred as constant exposure to John’s fetishes could make a woman.

The problem was that Salamander knew she could get away with a lot of things today, because she had won them the Raid. There were few things John looked at with such a mixture of lust and mild annoyance as a cocky Salamander. ‘When that girl thinks that things are going her way, she really takes advantage of it,’ he thought, after sealing his thoughts off and concentrating on something more interesting.

Because the Gamer challenges often were things that conformed with his lifestyle anyway, it was his Class after all, he had managed to get them beat during the Parliament session. A lot of it was just ‘get a high score in this game’ or ‘make progress in that one’. Playing on his laptop while he had listened to the holiday debate had gotten him through all of it. Now it was time to choose the sixth Perk for the Gamer Class. Usually, he would have done so with at least a few girls around, but he really needed the distraction right now. He tapped the button that carried him up to the roof of his Palace and then opened the menu.

‘For a sixth Perk, those are all surprisingly awful,’ John thought and went by his usual elimination strategy. Mark Customization was a big no-no. Part of the allure of the Lover’s Will mark was the uniformity between all of his lovers. It gave it that feeling of a proper brand of ownership – even if it was supposed to be a manifestation of love first. ‘There is no way Gaia didn’t know what she was doing when she put it above the womb though,’ the perverted Gamer told himself.

Item Customization was just pretty useless all around. Sure, John didn’t like wearing items that didn’t fit his looks, even if they were powerful, but there were more than enough ways to recolour things with paint. Character Customization had some usability in picking the most attractive shape of himself. If nothing else, he would like to have access to a ‘tan’ slider. He went with that choice and hoped that the next set of Perks would be more impressive.

Emerging on top and stepping out of the pillar that housed one of the four elevators, he was greeted by the already gathered elementals. All six of them were sitting in a circle, from the up-sized Sylph to Stirwin in his enormous Stage 3 shape. One of their own evolving had become a joyous occasion for all of them. They were all connected and open towards each other, so successes cascaded into a general mood improvement. It was sort of like the dopamine rush people got when their sports team won, except more tender and intimate.

“Should we… maybe…” Gnome spoke up, once John had gotten close enough, “locate this into an Illusion Barrier in the I.D. Gate? You know, because of what happened with Undine’s final evolution…?”

“Nah,” Salamander denied.

“Uh, okay?” Gnome blinked a few times, looking at John and Stirwin for support. “We sure?”

“Sudden and impressive as it was, Undine’s monsoon didn’t cause any property damage,” John responded with a shrug. “It might be smarter to do it out of caution, given that we’re dealing with some sort of fire storm now, but if Sally says no, then Sally gets what she wants. Of course, she will also have to clean it up if she sears Lady Liberty.”

John pointed up to the statue at whose feet they were currently standing. For all the impressiveness of it, the Statue of Liberty was a hollow copper construct. Lighting a supernatural fire accompanying the transformation of an elemental into a state few of them ever attained next to it was probably unwise. At the same time, it would look damn impressive. Salamander wanted to show her fire to the world, pyromaniac that she was, and John just liked to give the people something to talk about.

“The summoner has spoken,” Stirwin remarked, all while shaking his head. Obviously, he didn’t approve of such emotion-based reasoning, but it didn’t offend him enough to give John a stern talking to. “If things go wrong, he’ll just have to help rebuild the statue.”

“How did that get roped into this?” the Gamer wanted to know.

“As the final decision maker, you bear some of the responsibility of all things that happen with your familiars.” The infinity elemental waved with one of his elongated crocodile front legs. “Surely you understand that.”

“If you put it like that…” John sighed and scratched the back of his head. He had planned to help Salamander anyway, he just wanted to have an excuse to be a bit of a teasing dick about it. If it even happened.

“Heard my baby Sally is finally getting her last degree?” Rave shouted, announcing her arrival. Walking up to her boyfriend, covered in her bodysuit, she nudged him with her elbow. “Get it? It’s a pun ‘cause she is made of fire and getting stronger. Degree? Like, ya know, school degree and degree Celsius?”

John had been pinching the bridge of his nose the entire time. The only reason why she even kept talking was to annoy him a bit more. “Yes, I get it,” he groaned. “What did we say about terrible puns?”

“It’s only funny when I do it?” Rave suggested.

“It’s only funny when I do it, yes,” John pushed back.

“Am I allowed to make puns?” Nia asked, suddenly standing next to both of them.

“NO!” Eliza screamed. “Horribly creepy, skeleton thin blondes are not allowed to make puns, especially not when they appear right in front of me out of thin fucking air!”

“I walked here.”

“Well, I didn’t smell you, so I don’t believe you!”

“You can’t smell me.”

“Sadly, I can still hear you blabber the fuck on. You sound like a sick fucking cat.”

“Would that make me Nyaudible?”

Absolute silence, then laughter all around by everyone except Eliza, who glared as if someone had just eaten all her marshmallows and Nia herself. Instead, the pariah just had a slowly growing grin on her face that went from small, to normal, to finally being creepily broad. At which point it suddenly collapsed.

By the time laughter had faded, Metra, the maids and Scarlett had all arrived as well. “Do me the favour and stand in front of me,” the technomancer told the First of Wrath, pulling a cigarette out of the box in her breast pocket. “I’m not as sturdy as the rest of you.”

“Surprised you even left your office for this,” John gave his opinion.

“I do like you people just enough to bother,” the redhead responded with a smirk. “That aside, redheads got to stick together.”

“Let’s hope I am still a redhead after this,” Salamander cackled.

“I will put a formal complaint in with reality if you aren’t,” John declared, while they all got in formation. They made a circle around Salamander – a large one. They had learned not just from the Undine evolution, but also from the last one of Salamander. That flame pillar had been considerably larger than expected at the time. ‘No abomination to fear this time around though.’

‘Difficult choice,’ John thought, scratching his lower right arm. ‘The power of Banishfire Elemental would probably make things a whole lot easier…?!’ Catching what he was thinking, the Gamer figuratively grabbed that voice and shoved it back into the selfish and greedy parts of his psyche. Disgusted by himself, he crossed his arms and shook his head until he felt a bit clearer. ‘Difficult choice between Purgatory Elemental and Apocalypse Elemental,’ he thought something that felt more sensible. “What do you think?”

Salamander also crossed her arms and considered the question for as long as it took for her to slowly roll her neck. “Comes down to the question of whether we want to focus on destroying Lorylim or not.”

Instinctively, John wanted to say yes to that, but he wasn’t sure if that would be the wisest decision. This was Salamander’s final evolution. The Lorylim would be a foe they faced at some point; John was willing to go out of his way to ensure it. They had done permanent harm to two of his girls and himself, not to mention the general threat they posed for everyone.

“We will face other foes, before and after we fight the Lorylim,” Undine spoke up, her melodic voice strained. It must have pained her to take this stance, after what she herself had suffered, John guessed. “Because she was an endflame elemental, she will always be more effective against the Lorylim. Our past evolutions leave their traces. It is better to go with the option that fits best with the way we fight.”

John generally agreed with all of that, but remained torn. Salamander, however, made her decision. “When a sister makes a good point, you listen to her, so the sorority works,” the fire spirit cackled and turned to John. “Apocalypse elemental sounds the most metal anyway. Purgatory will get confusing with that glove you’re always wearing.”

“Hope the new Unleash has the same tactical uses as the old one,” John just mumbled as he pressed the button. He looked up just quick enough to see Salamander’s form collapse into a single ember.

The tiny, hovering speck glowed with incandescent intensity, like a single white pixel on a black monitor in a dark room. It expanded with a burst, a sound like a gunshot and black smoke accompanying it. It reached the size of a person, then collapsed again. Only the tiniest bit larger, the ember continued to hover. Twelve more times, this pattern repeated, then the ember had become as large a football.

A torrent of grey and gold fire started to pour out of the ball. Even with the extra safety distance, none of them were spared. The last thing John managed to glance at before the fire completely swallowed him was Scarlett. Wisely, the technomancer had sought her shelter behind the taller berserker babe and was now holding out her unlit cigarette.

‘She is way too ballsy for someone with that little Endurance,’ John thought, just trusting that Metra would get the redhead out of there if things became too dicey. He very much doubted that elemental transformations were part of the friendly fire clause.

Surrounding him with an unpleasant but not harmful heat, the flames washed over him, further easing his worries. Just like with Undine and the heavy rain during her transformation, he was unable to see anyone else for several minutes. All the while, the sea of fire around him slowly transformed. The grey darkened into a menacing black, a layer of earthy brown shifting between it and the consistent layer of gold at the core. Silver, purple, green and blue rarely flickered within as well.

Once all the colours had found their place, exerted as much influence in the totality as the elements they were meant to represent, the fire stabilized. Black and gold, the colours of Salamander’s flame, carried between their layers the other five colours. Brown most of it all, as the description had prophesied, but the others were present regardless. From a torrent that engulfed everything, the flame went to a controlled and soft rise, like a candle in a calm room. It slowly shrunk, revealing Salamander’s new form.

The ends of her limbs came into view first. Her fingers still ended in thin claws, appearing like long, sharpened, red glowing nails, but they were no longer part of plate armour that covered her arms and legs. Instead, they were some sort of stone scales, taking that particular shape. Her toes ended in smaller, less dangerous looking hooks. Both transitioned into more scales that replaced the plate armour, stretched from feet to upper thighs and from fingers to shoulders. Although directly attached to the skin, those scales didn’t have anything natural looking to them. Each was a jagged segment, separated by glowing red lines. A mixture of stone and metal, they shimmered like obsidian polished with oil. Elbows and kneecaps had spikes attached to them, long and sharp enough to disembowel people.

The gaps, it became apparent once parts of her torso became visible, were extensions of her Lorylim scars. Jagged and not always connected, the black lines ran symmetrically over her fiery red skin. Where they bordered on the plates, they seamlessly continued, only switching colour from black to a reddish gold.

The lines covered all of her. They framed her exposed, dark red pussy lips, two diagonal lines meeting at the space between it and her asshole. They outlined the edge of her pelvis. Ran around her ass, down the sides of her hips and split when they hit her thighs. Her midriff had the second densest concentration of the lines, covering visible abs and leaving just enough room for the Lover’s Will mark to fit in there without interrupting the enticing pattern of her skin. Several lines crossed over her sides, joined those on her back or stood on their own. Those that fused with others eventually went back up over her shoulders, assisting those lines on the upper centre of her stomach in framing a pair of absolutely massive tits.

Her breasts had increased in size. So much so it wasn’t even a remotely close contest between her, Undine, Siena and Nathalia anymore. She had them trumped by at least a cup size and then some. Those vulgarly huge tits slumped somewhat, at that size it would have looked more unnatural if they didn’t, but they were round, they were bouncy, they looked firm and squishy and the dark red nipples that crowned them made them look deliciously perky. Two lines ended before they met in the delicious cleavage, two ran all the way up her back, over her shoulders and almost all the way to her nipples and two started and ended in jagged parallel to them. Aside from those few, universally symmetric, lines, her breasts were untouched. The roundness of those red funbags made even the straight lines look curved.

The lines seemed to end with one that ran around her neck, its circle interrupted by an indent on the front of her throat. Up on her face, concentrated solely on the left side of it, however, was the densest cluster of black lines. They all originated (or ran into) her left eye. Where her curves, the lines and the scales were all perfectly symmetrical, her eyes were different. The left had a golden pupil, surrounded by a dark red iris and both confined by a pitch-black sclera. The right had an iris, dark as coal, without a visible pupil, in a simple white sclera. The lines and her eyes had changed little overall.

John knew better, at this point, to take it as a sign that only the scales would be the new addition. A caution that served him well when a tail suddenly grew from her lower back, where the spine was meant to end in a regular human. It was thin at the base and only grew thinner towards the tip. It had a level of vertical flatness to it as well. The lines and scales extended to it, creating a symmetrical pattern between mechanical precision and natural spots. It reminded John of the tail of a mundane salamander. It also looked as if it would serve as a very mean whip, being about as long as Siena’s was.

Looking back up to her face, past her short, pointy ears, John caught the last of the fire ebbing away and leaving her hair behind. Long and falling backwards in a wild mane, it reached to her upper back. Most of it was a bright orange, the same colour as the lines between the scales, but the strands originating where the lines hit were jet black instead. Some unruly strands framed her face. The apocalypse elemental grinned and revealed her sharp canines.

Overall, John had to say, Salamander had changed fairly little. Longer hair, bigger breasts, a tail and scales instead of plate, none of that changed her design at the core. She was still a red-skinned bombshell with an hourglass figure, covered all over with aesthetically pleasing lines, wearing only a bra and a thong made out of fire – if anything at all. John didn’t mind whatsoever. There was no need to greatly improve on beauty.

“Great, I am more like Siena now,” Salamander playfully complained, bringing her tail up to her face. The tip was made out of two scales jutting past the edge. It wouldn’t be quite as good at stabbing as Siena’s tail, but it would work. The scales disappeared off the tail along her arms and legs. For all three, that action left behind simple red skin with black lines, reverting the inverted colour scheme that the presence of the scales had created.

“Is that supposed to be an insult?” the moonshade elemental wanted to know.

“Maybe,” Salamander responded and stuck out her tongue. It was an overenthusiastic gesture, but John doubted she had intended the sharply pointed muscle to extend all the way to her breasts. Hurriedly, she pulled it back in. “That’s going to be fun,” she cackled.

“It really will be,” John could only agree. He already knew what getting a coiling tongue around his cock during a boobjob felt like thanks to Nathalia and Siena. To put the evolution ritual to an end, he threw an Observe at her.

Not a moment too soon, as Salamander started strutting towards him. Without the scales or the fire, she was just an absurdly hot, extremely tall woman with glowing red, orange and black hair, a round bottom and giant tits. Tits that jiggled magnificently with every step. Tits that he couldn’t take his eyes off. Not until she stood right in front of him. “Let’s fuck.”

John’s response was to claim her lips.