“I’m annoyed and I’m entertained,” Rave complained. “One time, my mindreading failed me one time!”

“Victory! Victory for Sylph!” the arcvolt elemental blabbered, surrounded by the people she had murdered. Out of the eleven people that had ‘died’ over the course of the game, Sylph was the cause for four of them. Aclysia had killed two, Stirwin one and Nia also one. The vote had killed two people unnecessarily. “Victory!”

“Reckless luck,” Siena hissed. The moonshade elemental was incredibly annoyed that she had lost. Given how much she had revelled in the chaos, she could assign a fair bit of the blame to herself. Cooperation on her part would have made the game easier to coordinate. Then again, nobody had played optimally.

“Reckless victory!” Sylph countered, still jumping around. “Great victory. I got to suck John’s dick, I got to lay in Sally’s boobs, hurray for me!”

Nobody seemed the slightest bit surprised at the news how John died.

‘Well, they do know me,’ John thought as he rolled his neck. “That was a nice distraction, all around,” he said and invested the free level he had gotten.

‘Hmm, Moonshade Elemental Summoning is going to max out any second now,’ John thought. He had kept an eye on it at the side, but had prioritized the Classes until now. Usually, he would have tried to get an SEP in time. At the moment, it was strictly unnecessary. One SEP cost 1000 GP and as he had 2778 at the moment, he had a lot of currency to go around.

Before he spent his time unnecessarily dealing with that, he checked on Scarlett to see if she had gotten that free level as well.

All seemed to be in order. Scarlett had difficulty keeping up with all of them level wise. Part of that was her lack of combat ability. The majority was her lack of worthwhile opponents within her own field. Technomancy, although quickly ascendant, was only popular for as long as the internet had existed. There were a bunch of people who had learned the craft because it was a good way to make money. Those with Innate Abilities fitting for the field were still rather scarce. Scarlett was all the more valuable an asset because of it, but without a proper struggle, she couldn’t get much better.

The networking, programming and multitasking she did all day were doubtlessly taxing, but they wouldn’t help her exceed her current boundaries in the skill department. She was like a boxer training for her next match by hitting a sandbag all day. She got her body up to the task, but she didn’t train for actual combat.

A lot of the levels she had gotten were thanks to John, Experience of Love, and the level bestowing mechanics. ‘Maybe I’ll get a Perk that lets me fuck her up to my level one day,’ John hoped and held that thought for long enough that the Gamer ability might notice it and formulize it into a Perk somewhere. The thought only ceased when he finally got the notification that Moonshade Elemental Summoning had maxed out.

He clapped his hands to get everyone’s attention.

“Alright, everyone, want to celebrate that relaxing game by seeing Siena evolve?” he asked, already buying the SEP. He had wanted to save up to either get 3 Guild Perks or a Max Class Level, but the short-term benefits of evolving Siena now seemed more important than holding back for a theoretical long-term boost. That aside, he didn’t want to make her wait.

Everyone gathered in a circle around Siena. The shadow spirit’s mood visibly rose at being the centre of attention. She stood in such a fashion that her butt and breasts naturally drew John’s gaze to them. Still, his eyes moved on, truly stopping only when reaching that content smile of hers.

“Let’s see if you can improve me one more time, my saviour,” she purred, speaking only with love and kindness. She closed her eyes and waited. “I trust you to make the right decision.”

“I will,” he assured her, flattered by the faith put in him. The last time Siena had evolved, she had made the decision of what she would become entirely on her own. He had let her reach deep inside him and use the SEP without the mediary of the Gamer interface. This time around, she was letting her summoner do everything. It had been a long journey from where their relationship started to where they were now. Sometimes tumultuous, ultimately satisfying, a path that John didn’t regret taking for one moment.

John’s dick wanted to go with the first option. John’s mind managed to dismiss it through reason. Siena’s fighting style wasn’t focused around bursts of power. Arguably, a focus on short windows of extreme power was helpful when it came to assassinations. More often than not, the surprise moment was what assured the kill, however, not a temporary increase in power. Also, there was usually more than one target that Siena could go after and he couldn’t imagine that taking blowjob breaks between assassinations was a viable strategy.

It sounded pretty hot while he was standing there in safety and didn’t think that much about it. Practically speaking, it was a horrible idea though. Sure, she could make him cum instantly, but between her having to get back to him after every hit and the concentration break that an orgasm was, it sounded like a horrible idea in a high-stress environment. Then there was the ethical oddity that was having someone suck his dick between murdering people.

The Gamer wasn’t squeamish when it came to killing people. Some deserved it and hesitating when it was the case would do more harm than good. He did not think that it was an action to be taken with such casualness that he should enjoy sex sandwiched between two assassinations. That prospect just reeked of a total disregard for the sanctity of life.

It would doubtlessly be hot to make Siena even more of an almost-succubus than she already was, but it just wasn’t worth everything else that was attached.

The Nighthaunter Elemental was easier to reason himself out of. Siena was a precision knife, not a mace. If he did send her to kill somebody, he wanted only that one person to be affected. When it came to slaughtering a whole base filled with people, sending in Metra was the proper course of action. If widespread destruction was the goal, Salamander could launch a meteorite at the target and leave a burning crater.

That only left the Midnight Elemental. It sounded like a simple upgrade of what Siena was at the moment, which worked alright for John. Her ability to invade dreams was something he never had any use for, but the stealth and claws worked perfectly for him. He couldn’t see her disagree with the choice either.

“Everyone, be ready,” he warned. They were all too familiar with the way the final evolution of an elemental could impact the environment. Then he clicked the button.

Still in her sexy pose, Siena suddenly became rigid. It was most visible in her tail, the additional limb had never stopped moving around, hanging in the air in an odd curve. Slowly at first, then quicker and quicker, like a dam of sand getting washed away, the shadow spirit’s form began to melt away. A black mist and a light-eating liquid rose and flowed from her body. Both washed around John and the gathered girls. Within minutes, John could no longer see anyone else.

He reached out to both sides of him, knowing that Rave and Aclysia were in arm’s reach. Yet, his hands found nothing. The darkness consolidated. It went deeper and deeper until it felt even more absolute than his blindness. He looked down, at least able to still see his own body.

“You continue to please me,” a voice like velvet reached his ears. It made his skin shiver delightfully, as if he was a beaten and broken man experiencing his very first gentle touch. “My unruly daughter, you made her whole. For that, let me show you something no mortal has ever experienced.”

The Mother of Shadow stepped out of the all-encompassing darkness, a stone of all colours embedded in her chest. Beautiful didn’t even begin to describe her. She was the ideas of seduction, care and love made manifest into a simple face. Eyes of a greyish blue, the shape of almonds, luscious lips, a flirting smile and teeth with long, sharp canines. Hair cascaded down her face, parted around her cute nose, and lost itself in the darkness. Endless strands of hair connected her to unseen things below and behind her. Before her was only John. She reached for his forehead.

She was gone and he was taken. Pulled apart, unravelled and yet whole. He was joined with another consciousness. A deeply familiar one. All of him streamed outwards, following thin strands of string, hair and shadow. He was the darkness. The darkness was him. He and Siena’s minds travelled together as she was completed by the realm that had born her.

Millennia of knowledge were ingrained in the magic of the sentient place. The experiences of all elementals that had come before her mixed with Siena’s own, inspected her wants, inspected her needs, inspected her subconscious down to the very last desire and came together before the ruler of this Kingdom.

Fade, the Mother of Shadow, took all of this knowledge, too vast for even her to understand in its entirety, and spun it into a single yarn. Focused, unified, the stream threaded through the entire plane, pulling together different aspects of the darkness and unifying them into a single shape. As the work continued, the ever-moving yarn broke outside the confines of the element and shifted to another place. It drifted by the Father of Light, too quickly for John to make out more about the figure than his radiance, and took with it some of the plane. A speck of dust, in the cosmic order of things, but a brilliant, glowing star to the Gamer.

The thread returned, continuing its work. John tried to find the patterns, to understand them, but the vastness of the work was too much for his mind to truly comprehend. Magic was threaded into an elemental form and the elemental form was given life. To understand it even while being part of it was as if trying to understand his own genome at the moment of birth.

“Appreciate the depth of this gift and try to convince her to visit home sometime,” Fade whispered.

Then the completeness of the blackness ended. It was simply dark. Then it was dusky. Finally, light took the dominant spot once more, breaking through the black mist in golden rays, as all of it was sucked back into the point of origin.

The shape of Siena’s body came into view first. Like an undecorated mannequin, it stood there, black and shining like polished glass. It was almost entirely unchanged, from the erotic display of her thick thighs flowing into her bubble butt, over the hourglass curve of her flat midriff and up to her large chest, all of it was the same as before. Even her feet retained the shape of high heels. Only her tail seemed to be mildly different. It was thinner at the base and the tip elongated further.

The darkness began to part over parts of her body, coalesced into the latex-like layer that covered her indecency with the base excuse of clothing. Tight like a second layer of skin, it stuck to her torso. Covering only half of her breasts, the now pitch-black material left exposed a delicious cleavage. It, like the rest of her skin, had changed into a darker shade. Grey was now the predominant colour, with a dark blue undertone complimenting the feel of the night.

Like before, the swirling, semi-liquid ‘clothes’ also covered her legs. Between her groin and the lower part of her soft thighs was a delicious gap of skin. Her shoulders were just as bare, the black layer covering the rest of the arm.

Finally, the darkness retreated up her gorgeous face. Her lips were darker than her skin, noticeably so, and as pillowy as before. Her nose was as perfectly formed as that of her mother. Indeed, all of her face seemed to have improved in tiny ways that got her closer to the incomprehensible beauty of Fade. The shape of her eyes, however, remained close to European. Her sclera was of a dark colour, surrounded by lashes of complete black that eliminated any need for mascara she could ever have. Her pupils intensified in their silver, the colour of starlight. Just as they became focused on John, more silver dots and constellations appeared around her pupils and all over the blackness that covered her body and tail.

The shadows that had gathered on top of her head now exploded into a cascade of hair. Black as the darkest night, wavy and silky, it retained the previous length and extended all the way to her butt. Strands of it fell across her face and over her shoulders in fantastical and greatly attractive ways, elevating more features of her face than they hid and framing her chest.

Siena raised one hand to inspect her hair. Another change became visible from that motion, being her claws. They were like daggers fused to the top and middle segment of each finger, the thin, razor-sharp edges coming to a point after extending for several more centimetres. A secondary tip stretched above the last segment of each finger, growing out from the back of the blades. It reminded John of her hands when she had been a tier 3 elemental.

“A few approvable changes,” Siena spoke, inspecting a strand of her own hair without cutting it. Her voice, always sensuous, also came closer to that of her mother, being like a loving caress of his eardrums. “What do you say, John?”

“I want you to stay in my life forever,” he responded swiftly, the smile on his face inspired entirely by her presence. He stepped closer and embraced her. Without thinking, he moved his hands. He reached around her back and held her by the shoulder. His left gently grabbed her tail a few centimetres away from the base. Their lips greedily met each other and Siena gasped lustfully. She tasted of the night. Of the cool breeze over a meadow and dew that was yet to settle.

Her new body felt more familiar than her old one. John realized immediately why that was. Being part of the creation process would give him intimate knowledge about the thing that was created. Even if he failed to understand the complexity of sapient magic with his active mind, the instinctual bits of his brain were able to pull along at least a few nuggets of worthwhile information.

Clawless, but with pointy nails unseen in his harem previous to this, her hands took hold of his ass. It was still a little odd that they found his backside as appealing as he found theirs, but he was glad it was the case. Her tail wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer. Breasts spilled on his chest as the black layer disappeared. He felt her hard nipples. His attention remained on her pointy tongue. The more he kissed her, the more heated their engagement got. That much was normal. Siena orgasming from a kiss alone was not.

Her muffled moans were a delight. Her trembling body was a luxury. Dominating her tongue and greedily devouring her lips was all John could want from life. He got so much more though. He pulled away when she started to calm down.

“Seems like you got another erogenous zone,” he pointed out with a grin. His hand wandered up to her ears. They were elflike now, another small change he hadn’t noticed.

“Figures that your influence would make me possible to climax by sucking your delicious dick,” she hummed. “You are in luck I’ve come to like doing that for you, John.”

“I have way more luck than any one man should be allowed to have,” the Gamer agreed.