In the early hours of the next day, when the sun was still so far away that it might as well be night, John sat before the rekindled fire. With one hand, he held the skewer of reheated fish. With the other, he fingered the naked maid next to him. “Keep standing,” he commanded her.

“Yes… Masterrrr,” Aclysia panted and obeyed, even as the rewarding surge of pleasure made her legs quiver. She threw her head back and howled into the cold forest. A stream of pussy juice gushed around John’s dancing fingers as she orgasmed with maximum increased intensity.

“Keep – standing,” John commanded again when she threatened to collapse. That only made it worse for Aclysia. Which was the entire point. Her head flew from side to side, instinctive motions of her body to try to distract herself from the overbearing ecstasy. “You would never disappoint me. Right, my beautiful, slutty servant?”

“Nooo, Maste–aaaaahhh---rrrr." Her response was almost incoherent. Clit teasing certainly didn’t help there. Soon her knees buckled with the repeated spasms of her multi-orgasmic experience.

At that point, John decided to give her a break. “Relax,” he allowed her and Aclysia unceremoniously collapsed into the dirt. Watching her twitch and cover her pale skin in damp dirt was enticing. The Gamer, for his part, was still sitting on his jacket. Even if he was as naked as she was.

They were in the final stages of their little camping exercise and this had to include some carefree outdoor sex. Fucking out in nature was a special form of liberty, especially if there was no one to watch them. While John understood the thrill of exhibitionism, he didn’t share it. Barely the ‘doing it while being observed’ part and certainly not the ‘risking getting caught’ bit. Neither added much to his experience outside their uniqueness.

“Suck me off,” John gave the next command and Aclysia was hasty to obey. Half climbing over his left leg, she descended on his lap and started her dirty work. Lazily, his unoccupied hand guided the bobbing of her head. He didn’t have to do anything. Aclysia worshipped his cock as if it was the most delicious treat in the world. This was technically true for the thick seed that soon pumped into her hot mouth, giving her another orgasm.

John stared at her raised, wiggling butt while he filled her throat. The right side of her body was covered with spots of brown. The cold air contrasted intensely to the heat of her vibrating throat. Their lewd sounds and voices were the only things to be heard in the forest.

Tossing the last skewer to the side, John grabbed Aclysia’s head with both hands. He kept her pinned to his crotch, while he stood up, and then fucked her throat mercilessly. Then he had her stand against a tree, thrusting her large ass out. First he had her cunt three times, then he filled up her back entrance once. When the sun finally started to rise over the horizon, he was halfway satisfied.

He put a leash on her, made her follow him around on all fours, only to squat over her rear and claim her again. Carrying her, he jog-fucked her for one round between the trees. He whipped her ass with thin, flexible sticks and just generally subjected her to a naturalistic variant of his already present sadistic dominance. They finished things off with a facial that, courtesy of his massive loads, covered her like a bukkake.

Afterwards, they took a quite unpleasant bath in the freezing cold lake. It had crossed John’s mind to return as they were. Showing a cum-coated Headmaid to her pupils and employees certainly did tickle his fancy. The main problem was that they had to bridge some mundane space. He also didn’t want to come on quite so strong to the future maids of Fusion. Therefore, ice water had to do for simple cleaning. One last dip in nature, before they returned to the conveniences of civilization.

He was not so horny anymore, after he got out.

They dried themselves by the fire and then hopped into the boat. The Natural Barrier collapsed when they left. ‘A bit of a shame about the remaining fish, but whatever,’ John thought. Soon thereafter, they were back at Servitude Island. A couple of teleports and walks later, they were in John’s apartment. There, they immediately hopped into the shower.

Lake Champlain had sufficed to rinse the sexual fluids off, but it took a proper, civilized stream of hot water for John to feel really clean. For all of the magic of the moment, spending a night of cuddling and deep-contact cuddling in a sleeping bag was also a damp experience. He needed a very thorough cleansing, an assessment that Aclysia agreed with. If only to have an excuse to rub down every inch of him with soap.

It took them so long to get that done that the rest of the harem gradually came to join them. Jack was doing the usual morning shift things, but knowing that the genuine John was two rooms over did cause most girls to switch positions. Even if his Extension was a perfect copy, the real him was still preferred. That was oddly flattering, in a way.

Eventually, John found himself in the jacuzzi, with Undine sucking on his nuts and Siena riding him. His hands were occupied fingering Eliza and Rave in the meantime. Satisfaction spread through the gathered ladies, as the Gamer did as the good head of a harem would and brought them all to repeated orgasms. Then they spent about ten minutes cuddling, basking in the afterglow, only to finally transition to breakfast.

During which Sylph decided that his dick was a more interesting meal than food. John didn’t tell her off. Usually, he would have needed to keep an eye on the situation and prevent it from escalating, lest he was delayed from working. That wasn’t an issue that morning.

“An entire week off, hm?” Rave asked, her voice raised in pitch and quivering with lust. Even while she ate and spoke, she masturbated and watched Sylph’s skilled worship of her summoner’s cock. “Hey, Eliza, can ya come over here and eat my pussy?”

The blood mage shook her head, both of her cheeks stuffed with scrambled eggs. “In fifteehn minutesh and if you ashk nishely, fahcking maybe.”

“Ya sure ya don’t want to lick tiger’s fresh cum out of my pussy?” Rave provided an incentive and then moaned with delight and surprise. “Alright, looks like someone else was hungry instead,” she purred and John looked away from his own service to spy a certain blonde pariah burrowing her pale face between Rave’s thighs. “Oh…Gaia… this is… the life…” the half-asian bombshell panted, rubbing her clit while Nia’s tongue worked deep inside her.

John watched his girlfriend writhe in the chair. Soon, she stopped eating altogether, only focused on the pleasure her fellow haremette was bringing her. It was incredibly hot to watch two of his women engaged in lustful activity with each other. Any sign that the harem was still healthy was fundamentally satisfying. As a bonafide pervert, this kind just pleased him especially.

He and his girlfriend crossed their gazes, following the oral service the other received. Sylph’s electrifying blowjob was a fast and reckless endeavour. Over and over again, she slid up and down the entire length of his cock, her tongue working tirelessly at teasing the sensitive spots. Moans reverberated in her throat, energy tingled and pleasured him. Rave’s shouts became more and more ecstatic.

At almost the same time, both the Gamer and his girlfriend reached down, grabbed the hair of their oral partner and pushed them down. Then they came with delighted groans.

“Phew,” Rave blew air out. “Alright, thank ya, Nia.”

The pariah licked along Rave’s pussy lips one more time, then vanished from down there as quickly as she had appeared. Back in her seat, reaching for her glass of water, she spoke with her emotionless voice, “It was my pleasure.”

John, meanwhile, kept benefitting from Sylph’s steady service. He had just a tad more experience in concentrating while getting oral service, however, and resumed his meal.

“So, where was I… ah yes. Any plans on what you’re gonna do with your week off?” Rave asked.

“Pray that nothing explodes so I can enjoy it,” the Gamer joked, while spreading butter on a slice of bread. Aclysia had baked it herself, but it wasn’t a fresh batch. That would have made it that little bit extra delicious. Not that it was anything short of delightful. He only needed to eat enough to restore what he had burned over the past hour of orgy anyway.

Metra giggled. The First of Wrath was leaning back in her chair and watched them eat. “Don’t you spend every week praying for that?”

“Yeah, but this week I’m not just avoiding extra work, but any work at all,” John told her. “Important difference.” He grabbed a couple of slices of pepperoni. “Anyway, Gnome and I will head into the Elemental Depths after breakfast.” Across the table, the autumn elemental gave an unsteady nod. “Otherwise, my only plans for the week are to do whatever the hell I want. If that’s grinding, gaming or fucking all of you senseless, I have no idea yet.”

“Ya can’t spend time fucking me senseless, I actually have a lot to do this week,” Rave responded with a wide smile. “You’ll have to book an appointment with my secretary.”

“Which, somehow, is me,” Scarlett chimed in with a grumble. “Never promise someone you’ll take care of their schedule.”

“I mean, yeah,” John blinked a couple of times. “Why did you do that?”

“Scarlett here wanted me to appear in advertising material for one of her companies,” the Lightbearer explained. “I told her: ‘Sure, if ya sort out my schedule’. And that was that.”

“How come you can oversee my blowjob schedule but you can’t plan that?”

“Because that’s fun and having to agree to which hour ya get to pose as a model isn’t,” Rave shot back. “I mean, the modelling itself is fun, but the going there isn’t that much. Anyway, my schedule ain’t that complicated, so Techno-Red here can track it for me.”

“If it’s so easy, do it yourself, you fuck,” Scarlett cussed.

“A-actually… I think I’ll be pretty busy this week too…” Gnome said.

“Same,” Salamander agreed. “We decided to have a series of events this week. You know, as elementals.”

There was something that could be described as a nod between John’s legs, Siena shrugged affirmatively and even Stirwin confirmed this. “What about you?” the Gamer asked the sole elemental that hadn’t chimed in.

“I’m supposed to write on a new album,” Undine just told him.

“I’ll do the usual,” Metra chimed in. “If you need me, my king, I’ll be happy to serve you at any hour you want.”

“I’ll just be in my room, fucking around with paint and calling the resulting scatter-gore of shitty colours artwork,” Eliza reported on what she had planned for the week.

“Maybe ya should paint with less brown?” Rave suggested with a giggle.

“I barely use brown, that shitty colour isn’t the problem, it’s all fucking colours,” Eliza responded. “It’s fucking impossible to mix the perfect blue. Whatever I try looks like I am dragging dead pixels over the canvas some poor fucker made only so I can ravage it with my piss-poor inadequate drawing ‘skills’. I might as well drink the paint, ram two fingers in my throat, throw up and call the puddle artwork. Quality would be about the fucking same.”

“Eliza?” John asked.

“What?!”

“Tomorrow, you won’t draw anything,” he told her. “I’ll tie you to the bed, blindfold you, and use you every time I feel like it. We clear?”

“Yes!” Eliza’s initial response was enthusiastic. Then her mood swung to suspicion. “But why though?”

“Because I need a cumdump while I’m on vacation,” John started with a joke, then got a little more serious. “No, really, it sounds like you’re getting close to an artistic burnout. I think you could use some time away from working.” She shrunk down when he said that and John quickly guessed why. “I know you want to be useful to me, but you don’t need to torture yourself to produce some great art for Fusion. You do your best work when you are yourself. Doing too much is almost as bad as doing nothing at all. So, I will treat you to something you love, alright?”

“Alright…” Eliza mumbled.

“You love being my personal cocksleeve, don’t you?” he asked, trying to coax the good mood out of her.

“Yes, fuck me, I guess…” she started, with an unsteady smile playing around her lips.

“Hey, Eliza?” he asked and got her to look deep into his eyes. “I love you.”

The pretty little psycho blushed with such intensity that an outside onlooker may have gotten the impression this was the first time she had ever heard those three words. Stammering something incoherent, she ultimately skipped responding to anything and just happily giggled while she stuffed more of the food on the table into her mouth.

John looked over to Aclysia and Beatrice. He could spare himself the trouble of asking if they had work. As his servants in government matters, they were occupied with all kinds of affairs and some of the work that he wasn’t dealing with this week got stuck with them. Lydia, who was not present at the moment, also did not require any digging. The queen was chronically busy. The wonder was that she found time for him as often as she did.

“What about you?” John asked Nia, the last girl on the table that hadn’t spoken up yet.

“…I have some animals to pet,” the pariah responded after about half a minute of thought. “And I was going to meet with Lee later. She wanted to work out with me.”

John slightly raised an eyebrow, but didn’t ask about that. Magoi’s younger daughter had popped up every now and again in conversations, particularly when it came to the harem members telling John what they did with their day. It was an ongoing trend that had started with Rave showing Lee around. Peculiar but, given how recent Lee had arrived, not all that surprising. The Gamer had a hunch why Lee, a girl that had very clearly flirted with him, was trying to get friendly with all of his haremettes.

“She’s a nice girl,” Nia finished.

“She’s a good gal,” Rave took that one step up. “Nice to hear she took my advice on working out. When ya going at it? I might join ya.”

“Oh, so you have time to work out with the girl that I cannot even consider romance with, but not for your boyfriend?!” John asked with faked outrage.

“Awww, don’t worry, I’ll do my 9 to 5 and, if ya greet me nicely, ya can give me a nice necklace.”

“Shouldn’t you buy ME a necklace in that story?” John asked.

“Dunno, ya do enjoy giving me pearls,” Rave purred, cupping her tits tellingly.