“And you’re sure about this?” John asked, not because he had any doubts about the situation himself.

They were on the sun deck of the Boating Seaquence, John’s mega yacht. Despite being fairly high up, it was difficult for anyone on ground level to see them, courtesy of the many layers and barriers. Being discovered was still a very real possibility, especially by beings that could fly or were otherwise scrying.

The sun deck was extensive enough to have room for a jacuzzi, several loungers, a large grill and a bench wrapping around a circular table. Through one of the yacht’s many internal mechanisms, the table had been lowered into the floor, leaving the bench easily accessible. John was seated opposite of it, having taken a lounger and placed it there. The back of it was adjusted so he could sit upright while looking at the earth spirit.

“Y-yes!” Gnome exclaimed in a high-pitched voice that relayed anything but certainty. Her body language didn’t help the matter. Blushing furiously, the soil elemental shifted on the bench, sitting right in the middle of it. Her hands were pressing the skirt of her dress between her legs, as if that was necessary to hide her shame.

“We can still do the usual lovemaking, you know?” John really didn’t like seeing her this uncomfortable. “No need for you to push yourself like this.”

“No!” Gnome almost shouted, then took a pause to gather herself. One long inhale and one long exhale later, she managed to shily say, “I want to push myself… I want… I want you to watch me…” With those words, her sun dress began to disappear, crumbling into grains of dirt that vanished as they fell. “Look at me, John.” Her words were a little bit firmer now, and she spread her legs.

The sunlight kissed the naked skin of the Asian looking elemental. Smooth and healthy, with no wrinkles or unnecessary fat. Her pink nipples were already erect atop her moderately sized breasts, a nice and firm C-cup. They rose and fell with every of her controlled breaths and were partly reddened by the embarrassment that still held her face in a red blush.

Regardless of her evident shame, Gnome was biting her lower lip, expressing another, intense feeling. It was reflected in the little gasp that escaped her and her dulling gaze. A little shift of her shoulder caused John’s eyes to jump there, travel down her slender arm and follow her right hand as it slid up her inner thigh. Her long legs weren’t particularly thick, but neither were they slender. They were in that middle ground of normal, ladylike legs. As someone who worshipped the female physique in most flavours, the middle ground was more than enough for John.

Her hand stayed in place, but John’s eyes trailed down the lower border of her thigh. The soft curve shifted into a delicious squish, where her firmly above average butt rested on the thin, plastic wrapped cushion of the outdoor bench. Feeling his cock twitch in his pants, John leaned forward when he laid eyes on her cunt. She was spreading her delicious pink pussy lips with two fingers. The twitching folds were already glistening wet.

With a sweet, tempting sigh, she let those same fingers slide upwards. Without them, her pussy lips tightened into their regular position, the inside slightly showing. It wasn’t the look of a virgin, neither did she look like the hundreds of times John had fucked her by now had caused any detriments. The colour and shape of her pussy was simple, fresh and attractive. It looked even better when it stretched a little bit, following the circular rubbing of her clit.

“I… ahh…” For once it wasn’t stammering that delayed Gnome’s words. “I… often wondered… how it would feel… to have you… mhhmm… watch me…” Her spine arched when she slipped two fingers into her tight cunt. Quickly, the hand on her thigh reached backwards, grabbed the rim of the bench and kept her more securely in place. “I…” She swallowed and let out an intense moan when their eyes crossed.

John felt his clothes intensely on his skin, around his groin in particular. Not only was Gnome more daring than usual, she was also way hornier than she had ever been when he had pushed her. That wasn’t to say that he felt bad about those past instances, they had a mental connection and he knew for a fact he had never forced her in any unconsented fashion, just that he could clearly see this was working her up a whole lot more. Her pussy was already dripping, its juices running down to her asshole, and she was still only masturbating. Without any doubt or arrogance, John could say that he was better than her own fingers.

“…I’ve been…” she continued, “…I’ve been so naughty… I don’t even have the highest Libido out of us elementals and still I masturbate the most…” Her Libido was still over 20, which was superior to John before he had gotten his powers. He had masturbated three times a day during those times. It spoke more to the quality of the sex that the elementals and most of his girls weren’t rubbing themselves at every available opportunity.

“How often?” John asked, while unbuttoning his shirt the old-fashioned way. It had the wanted effect, Gnome’s interchanging motions of fingering and clit-rubbing accelerating.

“O-once a day,” the soil elemental admitted, stammering in a mixture of embarrassment and shame. Her hand suddenly rose in a panicked gesture. “N-n-not that y-y-you don’t satisfy me every day or something like that, quite the opposite, you have a really nice big dick and… and…I mean, you are, I am…” She got stuck babbling nonsense.

“Get back to rewarding yourself,” John commanded to help her snap out of it. Immediately, her fingers feverishly circled her clit. A small gush of love juices prattled onto the white floor as the reward hit the soil elemental. “Keep talking, why did you masturbate every day?” That wasn’t a command, only a genuine question. He had an inkling, thanks to a kink of hers he had only discovered during the recent orgy. He opened the last button of his shirt.

“Hello!” the single word suddenly chirped into the conversation. John turned his head to see Sylph, big and already stark naked, hovering in the air next to him. “I’m here to join, I’m here to suck dick, I’m here to ride dick, I’m here to be ridden by John, I’m here to call you Master if you’re in the mood, just pleeeassseee let me have some fun too!”

As horny as John was from watching Gnome masturbate, while having no outlet himself, he did have to decline. This was the earth spirit’s birthday, she should have his undivided attention. When he opened his mouth, the Gnome was carefully interjecting.

“I-I called her!” she said, a bit too loudly. “I called her…” she repeated in a calmer fashion. “I want her to… to help you with your… b-boner.”

That was the second most awkward dirty talk he ever had (number one went to Nia) but strangely adorable regardless. As for the actual contents of that announcement, John had absolutely no complaint. “If that’s the case.” He spread his legs, and a joyous exclaiming Sylph soon landed at the feet of the lounger. “Let’s start with putting your mouth to better use, you horny breeze.”

“You can call me weirder things,” Sylph babbled. “More demeaning things. I like it when you call me things! Love it! I love you! I love this!” She unzipped his pants and pulled them down along his undergarments with one swift tug. “It’s so big and juicy and so lovely. I reaaaallly love dick. No, wait, I don’t love general dick. I love your dick. John’s huge, fat, big dick.” She stopped talking for just long enough to lick from his balls up to the tip of his cock. “Haaaah, tastes so good. Smells so husky. Love it, I love, I love you, I just need this inside me every day. All the day. When it’s my day, Imma have this inside me all day. Yeah, Imma get fucked and eat swe-“

John could still feel the vibrations of her vocal cords (or elemental equivalent thereof) when she took his cock into her mouth. Hands grabbing the armrests tightly, he groaned out loud. Sylph’s mouth was an electric heaven. Sticky wet and tight, she created an absolute vacuum between her cheeks and his cock. Tiny thunderbolts jolted through his cock, causing not a single instance of pain, while heightening his sensitivity to reasonable extremes. Stretched lips, hollowed out cheeks and a loving, amber gaze, they combined into the perfect debauched blowjob face.

‘Oh Mother Air, it’s stretching my throat,’ Sylph’s voice reverberated in his mind. ‘His dick is so big. Big dick, big, big dick. I love to suck it… I want it deeper. Need to feel it slide in and out of me.’ Her lips had barely gotten into contact with his groin when her head started bobbing. ‘Being his concubine is the best. The pulsing… the taste… so manly… I love him. I love his cock and I love him. I’m so wet just from… sucking his cock… I think I could… cum…’

The vibrations were no longer an aftermath of her words, but of her rising lust. The fingers digging into John’s thighs trembled more and more intensely as time went on. Sylph had always been a horny thing, very good at using her overactive tongue for more pleasurable things. Like most of his girls, she had also been trained to be more than a bit of a blowjob slut. A development much reinforced by the relatively recent upgrades.

Her eyelids fluttered as the mere act of sucking him off somehow sent her over the edge. Intense, muffled shouts of ecstasy reverberated in John’s shaft, but the thunderstorm elemental just kept sucking. Taking a sharp inhale, John looked up, in hopes that his eyes would be distracted by something less sexy and allowing him to hold onto the ecstasy for a few more moments.

What he found was Gnome, writhing in absolute perversion. Her moans were so loud that John had no idea how he had missed them for even this half minute. Not even to mention the massively wet noises, echoing from her hand, merely a blur as it rubbed her pussy raw. Heels digging into the cushion and holding onto the back for dear life, the earth spirit barely managed to stay in place as her spine arched and toes curled.

The moment they crossed eyes again, both brown and doubtlessly hazy, Gnome continued where she had left off, “I n-needed to masturbate every day, because… cause…” Her lust-wrecked voice barely managed to pass the words past her moans. “Because it’s addicting to watch you!” The confession was finally out, along with an orgasmic scream.

John couldn’t hold on any longer himself, groaned loudly and came down Sylph’s throat. It was raw liberation, a high-pressure release that pumped the thunderstorm elemental’s body full with the thick, white liquid. Her thoughts turned silent as John’s Libido Perk and the absorption of her summoner’s mana intertwined.

In her orgasmic state, Gnome continued to half-scream her explanation, “Sex with you is better, so much better… just… when I watch you, it’s different. I love both, so I keep watching you or your memories, and you just keep getting more a-a-a-attractive so I just keep locking myself in and…”

“That’s enough,” John assured, letting out a long exhale as his orgasm subsided. “I understand the difference between physical and psychological pleasure quite well. You’re a voyeur, Gnome, it’s your fetish. You’ve never done something creepy or wrong because of it, so you have nothing to excuse yourself for. You are that way and that’s fine.” Arguably looking at his memories was a bit creepy, but he had been vaguely aware of that for a while thanks to Sylph and Salamander babbling about it. If he had taken issue, he would have put a stop to it.

Gnome’s climax was petering out as well. She sunk onto the bench, shivering with aftershocks and a smile on her heavily flushed face. “T-thanks,” she mumbled.

“Nothing to thank me for either,” John grinned, “because I will go ahead and abuse this knowledge – maliciously.” Pushing a very reluctant Sylph off his cock, he rose from the lounger. “Hover in front of me,” he told the thunderstorm elemental.

“Oh, is it time, is it time?” the fairy-like elemental chirped as she followed the order. Licking the sticky remains of precum from her lips, Sylph began to rise like an air balloon. On the height of John’s crotch, she stopped and stretched. Her body, tiny as she was at her one and a half metres, had curves in all the right places. Her breasts were likely smaller than Gnome’s by a slight margin, but on her smaller frame they were more emphasized. The rest of her proportions were much closer to an hourglass figure than the balanced build of the soil elemental.

John grabbed one of her surprisingly thick thighs and gave the weightless elemental a light shove. With a ‘wheee’ she rotated halfway around until the Gamer was faced with her round ass rather than her delicious chest. Cascading green hair, longer than she was head to toe, slowly followed the whirl. John grabbed it, wrapped it around his hand once and used it as a rein.

“It is time,” he confirmed, rubbing his cock against her drenched pussy. Several drops fell to the floor in gooey strands, and Sylph looked over her shoulder in perverted delight. The babbling girl’s red lips contorted into a giant, lewd grin when he penetrated her eager cunt. As much as he loved the sound of her voice, in situations like this, the drawn-out shout she let hear, was much preferable to the stream of nonsense.

A scream that was echoed by Gnome quite intensely. Losing no time, John started thrusting. Satisfying claps echoed over the sun deck, every time he slammed against Sylph’s ass cheeks. She was practically made to be fucked standing, light and compact as she was. That her elemental pussy was so easy to penetrate helped the matter. The turbulent energies that made up her body reacted to his every thrust. Electricity and walls made from solid wind, for the lack of a better description, intensified the more force he put into his own movements.

Lightning of raw pleasure rushed up John’s spine. Fucking any of his elementals was always a unique experience. With one yanking movement of his left, he pulled Sylph’s back against his chest. “Is this what you wanted?” John asked, reaching around the thunderstorm elemental’s tiny waist and spreading her pussy like Gnome had done earlier.

The brunette never gave an answer. At least not as far as words were concerned. Mouth open wide, letting out one heavy pant after the other, she was too busy staring at the place where John’s large erection was repeatedly sinking into Sylph. The rhythm of her pumping fingers soon matched that of Sylph’s bounces.

Groaning in a deeply satisfied fashion, John kept his eyes on Gnome while biting one of Sylph’s elf-like ears. While Sylph wasn’t one of the true masochists among his girls, it was fair to say that she had at least a little bit of every fetish inside her.

“So… hard…” Even now, the thunderstorm elemental was palavering about. Her nonsense had broken down to such a degree, however, that John couldn’t help but find it hot. “Cock… messssss mhm-me… up… more… I want to be… more… of a mess… mhm… ahh… hard… harder… bounnncing… so much…”

John had to tense both of his arms to keep Sylph from flying off in her ecstasy. One orgasm after the other, he fucked into her, just like Gnome was bringing herself to one after another. For the briefest of moments, he considered taking the Mandala Sphere out of the observer position and get Jack involved. He decided against it, there would be ample opportunity to test how Gnome would react to watching and getting fucked at once another day.

Instead he concentrated on what was happening right now. With Sylph at the mercy of his supreme lovemaking skills and Gnome of her own fantasies coming to very real fruition after months of hiding, he didn’t need to have any qualms about indulging himself. When he felt his lust rise beyond the levels of comfortable pleasure and into the realms of ever-increasing heights, he took a step forward.

One step and he stopped, fucking Sylph thoroughly for ten seconds so she didn’t have any time to calm down. Then another step, same rhythm, a third and he was directly in front of Gnome. He raised his left leg onto the bench and leaned forwards. With wordless mental instructions, he got Sylph to grab the back of the bench left and right of Gnome’s head.

The penetrated cunt was now in front of the soil elemental’s face. John could only see her blank expression, wiped clean thanks to raw passion, due to the Mandala Sphere providing the alternative angle. His own eyes were glued to Sylph’s lean back. Although not his favourite part of the female physique by any description, anyone who thought there was nothing attractive about the smooth skin and shifting muscles just hadn’t found the right woman to marvel at yet.

With her gripping the bench and his better footing, John was able to double his tempo. Sylph howled her lust high into the air, her head forced back due to John’s persistent pull on her hair. His breathing went louder and louder as he pushed himself to the edge of what he could do. Muscles tensed and his lungs burned, but he didn’t let up, not until he felt that final thrust that connected with Sylph’s squishy ass with a loud smack.

Just as he came and made Sylph forgot where up and down was through rough fucking and mana intensive seed, Gnome’s mouth formed a big O. A silent scream accompanied her entire body spasming. One of her legs slipped off the bench as her hips violently darted from the cushion. Luckily her grip still kept her in place.

The intense and blurring motions of her hand turned the clear liquid that squirted from her pussy into a messy spread. In several waves, Gnome’s intense orgasm found a physical outlet, second only in force to the repeated pumping of John’s cum into the greedy and, for once, silent thunderstorm elemental.

Warm sunlight on his back made this entire climax that little bit better. The freedom of doing it where he wanted, the knowledge of having given Gnome a show intense enough to get her to squirt by her own hand, they combined into one satisfying orgasm for him.

John didn’t even realize he was holding his breath until he suddenly exhaled, his second orgasm ebbing away. The two girls with him on the open deck were nowhere near recovery. Sylph was a jabbering mess and Gnome didn’t recover control over her limbs for several minutes. Sometimes she would just suddenly shiver and moan, an intense aftershock running through her. Only when that had come to an end, John slowly pulled out of Sylph.

“Want to go on in the more traditional way?” he asked, his now freed cock hanging almost directly in front of Gnome, as erect as ever. The soil elemental gathered her breath as best she could, blushing and biting her lower lip at the same time. Her immediate kink cravings were satisfied, but that didn’t cure her horniness. In many ways, it only made it worse. It was predictable, therefore, that she eventually leaned forwards and started sucking on her summoner’s dick.