Velka was incredibly excited about Copernicus’ new form, much to his chagrin. While the young Magryph was only about half his size, she had all the tools to annoy him. Climbing all over the solar jaguar, nibbling at his paws and warbling into his ears, the curious chimera inspected every bit of him that she could. The only obstacle she had in this, and the only reason why Copernicus let this treatment continue, was the pariah whose hands were thoroughly scratching him.

They were getting ready for dinner. Rave had been healed up and was currently in the shower. The tattered remains of her bodysuit were in John’s inventory. The two cores of the semi-sentient suit had been permanently damaged. Create, or at least the version of it that John could currently use, did not have the power to restore the suit to full Durability. The Gamer would have someone with actual experience in the field look into it. If it remained impossible to fully restore, then he wanted to at least harvest the remaining materials from it.

John saw it as an opportunity to upgrade his girl’s gear, whatever happened. The bodysuit was good, but it was below their modern means. He had long wanted to get her something new, but Rave had been happy to just feed the suit better materials and that had worked well enough. This was the time to supplant ‘well enough’ with ‘only the best for his girl’.

Copernicus finally had enough of Velka’s constant nibbling and put a paw on her head. Ears turned back, Velka walked backwards in the awkward way that cats did when something was blocking their vision. When she was finally out of reach of Copernicus’ paw, she pounced right back at him. The solar jaguar swiped her with enough strength to stop her jump.

That was the signal she needed to understand that she was pushing past the boundaries here. Rather than cede the ground, the cheeky bird warbled miserably and turned to the one person she could cry at for sympathy. Running across the room, she jumped into Eliza’s already open arms.

“What the actual fuck do you think you’re doing?!” the pretty little psycho wanted to know. “Hit my baby again and I will turn you into a wall decoration, guts first, pelt after I am done ripping your sorry ass to shreds!”

“Calm down, Eliza,” John scolded her and walked over. He grabbed Velka by the scruff and pulled her off the blood mage. Neither was happy about that. “If Velka wants to be annoying, she’ll have to live with the consequences. Not like Copernicus couldn’t have done worse.” To verify just how much worse, the Gamer turned his gaze towards the light spirits. Now that Rave was healed and cleaning, he had the peace of mind to actually inspect their progress.

The power of the cat had more than quadrupled through his Tier ascension. John would have called it an unreasonable jump in power, but as someone whose steady growth was basically guaranteed by the mechanics of his ability, he shouldn’t complain. Essentially, the ascension had allowed Copernicus to reach the level of his summoner.

“Velka can’t do anything wrong,” Eliza declared. “She’s too fucking cute!”

John looked at the Magryph, who dangled passively from his grip. Her beak lowered; she gave John the most melodramatic, adorable stare she could. Her pupils were dilated to the point where there was more black than red in her eyes. It certainly succeeded at tugging at his heartstrings. “She’s an undisciplined thief, is what she is,” he held his ground, even as he pulled her to his chest. Smart and manipulative as she could be, Velka rubbed her cheek against his and purred while she held onto him. He supported her with both arms, one under her hindquarters, the other scratching her neck.

“No, she’s the greatest thing since the invention of chocolate, is what she is. I thought you were good at pattern recognition, you cock-controlled retard.” Eliza turned to Nia. “Creep, support me!”

“I thought you wouldn’t curse in front of Velka?” the pariah asked instead.

“She’s practically in her teens now, who the fuck cares?!” Eliza responded at a level above what was appropriate indoors. “Answer the fucking question!”

Nia didn’t, for a solid minute. “Animals establish hierarchies. Some rough and tumble is part of things.”

“Nothing that’s mean to my Velka is part of anything,” Eliza insisted.

“We don’t want her to be spoiled,” John told his most submissive haremette. Then he placed the Magryph down and said, “Sit.” Knowing what was good for her, Velka agreed. “Do a barrel roll,” John gave another order and watched the Magryph roll on her back. He also saw Eliza do the same thing. “Good girl,” he laughed, addressing both of them.

Eliza cackled manically, amused at her own idiocy, and then grabbed Velka before anything else ‘bad’ could happen to the harem pet. At the same time, Copernicus decided he had enough of sitting on the ground and relocated to the backrest of the couch. It had been his favourite spot before the transformation and, although he now had to situate his legs differently, it was still wide enough to carry him.

“Looks like y’all are having fun,” Rave announced, returning from her shower.

“And, how much stronger did I get?” the Lightbearer asked. Whether she saw the window in front of him or if she just knew that he was Observing her instinctively, she had made the right guess.

“Not a whole lot,” John answered truthfully. “About ten, maybe twenty levels. A noticeable jump, but nothing compared to Cappy here.”

“It was about him getting the Tier, so that makes sense,” Rave conceded and rolled her shoulders. “We’ll test what we can do now ‘morrow, right, Cappy?”

“Sure,” the solar jaguar responded, while Rave yawned.

“So dinner and some lazy missionary to tuck you in?” John asked.

“Yaassss, pleasseeee,” Rave responded with the enthusiasm of the deeply tired.

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John’s mornings were usually covered in erotic scenes and this one was no different. It all started with how the day greeted him. Today, Metra, Aclysia and Beatrice had decided to put their heads together and awaken him with a good old blowjob. The moans and movements that caused woke up the remainder of the harem bit by bit, which escalated into their usual morning orgy. Things transitioned from the bedroom into the shower. After the shower, they took a pause for breakfast.

Depending on the time and energy, things could have gone on from there. With Rave showcasing her increased powers, they stopped after only a little more fun in the bedroom.

John had a certain pariah pinned under him with her ass up and face down, while he watched his girlfriend get dressed for the day. The way she slid into her clothes was incredibly enticing. Part of it was clearly a show, particularly the way she swung her curves while she picked out what she would wear for the day. When it came to actually putting her clothes on, she didn’t need to exaggerate anything.

She started with the top. Sparing herself the bra, she pulled the tight shirt on fairly quickly. Then she grabbed her silk panties and stepped elegantly into them. The white clung to her perfect ass. When she pulled the panties up into proper position, she let the waistband snap back. It was an erotic sound, but not as erotic as the sight that came next.

Jeans cut short into hotpants found themselves in the Lightbearer’s hands. Again, she stepped into them with grace, before pulling them up. By virtue of what they had to encompass and by the design of the denim, it wasn’t as easy to pull the hotpants on as it had been with the panties. The legwear only slid up centimetre by centimetre, slowly advancing up her pushed-up ass through a series of enticing wiggles of Rave’s hips. Her bubble butt was a mouth-watering sight through the entire process.

Past the highest point of her backside’s roundness, the hotpants went the rest of the way with ease. At the same time, John plunged into Nia one last time. His gaze ripped away from the fantastic backside and concentrated on the blonde’s gorgeous face instead, while he came inside her for the fourth time that morning.

Nia let out throaty moans while she drooled all over the bedsheets. Her irises were mostly hidden behind fluttering eyelids and her spasming form was kept pinned down by John’s weight. She was having her own intense climax while his magic rich seed filled her. The thin, silver lines on her back shimmered softly, revealing their flawless, complex symmetry.

When John looked up again, he first saw Rave’s ass in her hotpants. The lower edges of both cheeks were nakedly visible, but the majority was hidden from his lecherous gaze. When his gaze travelled further up, he saw that Rave had turned her upper body halfway and was smiling at him. “One last taste before we go?” she purred. “Nia’s gonna need a minute anyway.”

“Absolutely,” John agreed and pulled out of the pariah, who gasped lewdly when her tight pussy was left empty. Moving to the edge of the bed, the Gamer let his girlfriend sit down in front of him. Careful not to get anything on her clothes, she milked the last few drops of cum from him. The taste made her moan, and she moved on to clean him with her mouth as soon as there was nothing more to gain.

With long, deep bobs, she took him deep into her throat and then went all the way back up until her lips were tightly sealed around his glans. Her tongue never failed to stimulate his weak spots, no matter where it currently slid past. Things gradually accelerated. John just leaned back and enjoyed the show, while his girlfriend became more and more entranced by the blowjob she was giving. Her moans, fuelled by the hard cock in her mouth and the fingers dancing inside her pants, only heightened his enjoyment.

When he was ready to cum, he just let loose. No warning, no attempt to prolong the experience, nothing. Rave hastily slid up until only the head of his dick was inside her mouth, then masturbated his slick cock with her other hand. Gulp after gulp of thick seed, she massaged from his shaft.

“Think you might have to switch into new pants now?” John asked with a grin.

“We didn’t invest into self-cleaning panties for no reason, tiger,” Rave reminded him, after she had licked the last drop from his tip.

“One can never be too sure though.”

“Ya just want to see me wiggle into another pair of pants.”

“And what man would blame me?”

“Or woman!” Sylph blabbered her way in. “I demand representation, representation as big as Jane’s butt. No, wait, bigger than that, as big as Aclysia’s butt! Big, round, fat, jiggling, squishy representation is what I demand!”

“And who would ever blame me?” John corrected his exclamation in accordance to the demand made.

“I would,” Copernicus announced his presence and sat down in the doorway. “I want to know how exactly I can increase her strength and keep lazing around, so if you would.” Rather than wait for an answer, the eclipse elemental transformed into a streak of golden light. It wrapped around Rave’s right arm and consolidated into the copper wristband that was the solar jaguar’s item form.