“And then I sucker punched that bitch out of my fucking fortress!” Salamander finished her retelling of a small incident she had with a particularly rowdy member of her brethren.

Undine chuckled behind her raised hand. “Your kind is entertaining.”

“Yeah, but they get on my fucking nerves sometimes,” the apocalypse elemental responded. “I wish I could be as imposing as you. Whenever one of your kind refuses to dance to your tune, you can just glare them into submission. You’re one seriously scary lady.”

“Thank you,” the water spirit responded with a graceful nod.

“You’re so above all of that pettiness, I really admire that,” Salamander kept heaping praise on the slime girl.

Undine lowered her gaze and played with her fingers. They disrupted the surface of the lake the three of them were sitting in. Rather than head back immediately, they had decided to enjoy each other’s company for a little longer. Since Undine was feeling clingy today, John felt like giving her some dedicated time. That Salamander was around as well bothered neither of them, otherwise the fire spirit would have taken the hint and left.

“You think too highly of me,” the abysstide elemental responded after several seconds of thinking. “I’m petty and insecure.”

“And I’m an aggressive cunt.” Salamander waved dismissively. “I keep punting idiots off rooftops because they think they’d rather be buddy-buddy than give a modicum of respect to the ‘evil overlady’. You got a lot more control over yourself. You’re not perfect, I wouldn’t admire you if you were. You’re just… graceful, I dunno.”

“I try to be.” Undine shook her head. “I owe that to myself and all of you….”

John felt like he had to weigh in at the pause. “You’re doing extremely well,” the Gamer said. The only reason why he didn’t say ‘perfectly’ was that he knew Undine would not accept that. He combed through her hair, slightly darker than the majority of her body. The strands of slime, emulating the appearance of hair quite well, parted around his fingers and melded back together above. “There’s no reason to be insecure.”

“There are plenty of reasons,” Undine disagreed vehemently, her voice like a sudden rise of violins in the middle of a calm flute medley.

“Relax,” Salamander said from John’s left side. Both of them were lying with their heads on his shoulders.

“Have you ever calmed when someone told you to?” Undine asked, glaring across the Gamer’s chest. Salamander didn’t look back; her gaze was directed at the tree that was planted atop the smooth cliff John was leaning against. The entire lake was extremely stylized. The silence allowed the abysstide elemental to actually recollect herself. Closing her eyes, she apologized, “I’m sorry for lashing out.”

“It’s fine,” Salamander assured.

“No, no, it is not,” Undine disagreed vehemently again, although her voice was not as dramatically different this time. “My emotions cannot control me. I must channel them, as I deem appropriate.”

“See, that’s what I admire about you,” the apocalypse elemental directed her gaze at the slime girl, “strict with yourself at all times, because the only expectations you really care about are your own.” A red hand rose from the water in a halting gesture, stopping the water spirit from responding immediately. “I know that you try to improve because we’re all looking at you and all that shit. What I mean is that you actually take that to heart and make something from it. I don’t give a fuck about most people’s opinions either, but that kinda includes myself, so I just stay myself.”

“There’s no problem with who you are,” Undine whispered.

“Problem? No, I’m awesome,” Salamander grinned broadly, “but I could be better.”

“You won’t be better by being more like me.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

John pulled both of them tightly against himself. “Want to know what I think?” he asked himself back into the conversation.

“Always, my John,” Undine responded.

“Spit it out, stud,” Salamander chuckled.

“I think you’re both idiots,” he told them and earned himself two simultaneously raised eyebrows from two very different women. He looked to the woman on his right first, caressing, black swirls winding over her side. “Undine, it’s been over a year. It’s okay to forgive yourself for that night.”

“What I did cuts too deep to be forgiven.”

“Undine,” he repeated her name and looked deep into her eyes. “I forgave you. Everyone forgave you. You’ve done all anyone could ask to improve. It’s admirable that you want to keep doing better, but you shouldn’t carry that weight around with you anymore.” He leaned over and kissed her. “You don’t need it to stay grounded. You can trust yourself that much.”

“I will… try,” the abysstide elemental sighed. “Siena told me the same several times.”

“You should listen to her sometimes.” The Gamer chuckled. “Yeah, she’s horribly self-indulgent, but-“

“-but it can be proper to be proud of one’s achievements, yes,” Undine interrupted, knowing what he would say. “The calm without the storm has no value.”

“Yeah, that,” Salamander encouraged. “I wouldn’t look up to you, again, if I thought you would disappoint me. You’re a redeemed goo ball.”

“And getting to you,” John turned to the red-skinned woman, “you know that everyone else thinks you’re actually pretty awesome, right?”

“Pssh, no, they don’t.” Salamander sounded incredibly amused by the suggestion. “Why would they?”

Undine answered that question, “Because, no matter how impossible or idiotic it may seem, you still face everything head on.”

“So? I’m a stubborn hothead, what the fuck is admirable about that?” Salamander shrugged intensely, her floating breasts causing ripples in the shallow water. “Besides, I can only do that shit because I know you all have my back.”

Undine tilted her head quizzically. “Do you seriously not understand how much that trust means to us?”

The apocalypse elemental opened her mouth; a joking ‘No’ was halfway out of her mouth when the genuine look in Undine’s eyes caused her to pause. An uncertain, “Uhm,” took its place.

“Certainly, much of your behaviour is moronic and hotheaded,” Undine criticized openly. “However, the bravery required to act as you do is admirable, as is your honesty. We are all better because you are clear in your expectations of us.”

“I just say what I think,” Salamander said in an attempt to downplay. “We all do that, right? We’re all about trust.”

John shook his head amusedly. “Yeah, we’re all honest with each other here,” he responded, “and you still stand out. You’re important, evil overlady, so give yourself more credit.”

“I guess?” Salamander sounded far from convinced. This was about as much as they could say though, as she then cried out, “Urgh, whatever, I hate talking about me, so can we stop?”

Undine giggled, four sweet notes that preceded her leaning across John’s chest. “As long as it doesn’t shift back to me.” With those words, she kissed Salamander’s left cheek, where the jagged black lines ran towards her eye.

“Deal,” Salamander declared and grabbed Undine’s face before she could pull back. Red and blue lips found each other in a loving kiss. All of the emotional weight of the conversation seemed to be converted into raw affection through the whirling of their tongues. John kept his hands around their sides and their breasts brushed over his chest, while he observed them quietly.

They kept going for almost half a minute, before Salamander broke the kiss. A silent dialogue ensued, started by the apocalypse elemental slightly moving her head in John’s direction and raising an eyebrow. Undine showed a conservative smile and nodded. Then they both turned their heads. The water spirit asked, “Enjoying the show, Master?”

“Thoroughly,” the Gamer responded, knowing exactly where this was going. “Say, you just cleaned yourself, but think you would mind getting dirty for me again?” he squeezed their tits, causing both of them to moan. “Hanging out with you two gives me certain cravings.”

“Oh, then it would be unfair to leave them unsatisfied,” Undine posited.

“Yeah, can’t be tempting you with our sexy fucking tits and not squeeze a few dozen loads out of your bottomless balls, stud,” Salamander agreed. “So, who do you want first?”

“No need to ask that question,” Undine hummed. The water around them streamed around John, lifting him up. Viscosity increased, as the slime girl expanded her mass with that water. She could do it with magic alone, but this way was easier on the mind. Soon, John found himself lying on the world’s most comfortable mattress, actively shaped to the form of his back. The height was perfect to allow both women to kneel by the sides of his groin.

“Get those tits to my size,” Salamander told her fellow elemental, weighing her massive knockers in her hands. “Let’s drown that dick in puppies.”

Undine grabbed her own funbags, shaking them. The sight of two girls playing with their boobs left and right of his erect dick was as tantalizing as it was torture. “Master prefers my base size,” she said.

This was true. Typically, John preferred the base form of all the women in his harem capable of shapeshifting. That list had recently been reduced to just Undine, now that the Artificial Spirits were confined to several pre-sets, but the spirit of the thought was still the same: John loved his girls for who they were, not for what or who they could be.

“Come on, it’ll be fun!” Salamander exclaimed with a wide grin.

Undine looked over to John, who shrugged with a smile. He could go either way on this. Between ambivalence and the urging of the fire spirit, Undine decided to oblige. Her already respectably sized breasts, second only to Salamander’s in the harem, swelled up by the two cup sizes between them. As volume increased, the squishy tits drooped a little bit further. Even without the support of her hands, that sagging would have been limited.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” John gasped when the two elementals enveloped the entirety of his hard manhood with the overabundant softness of their tits. Undine matched the size and heat of Salamander’s massive mammaries, making him feel like his dick was melting into complete pleasure in the heavenly squish.

Red and blue, the globes pressed against each other, softness exceedingly evident in the way they gave and spilled. Both women had extremely sensitive breasts, one by nature the other by choice. They panted and sighed, tiny movements causing lustful sounds. Salamander let her long tongue loll all the way past her chin and drooled on their joined cleavages. Undine mimicked the display, elongating her own tongue to be completely faithful to the image. Oily and slimy saliva mixed on John’s dick.

He came that very moment.

Pleasure had surged so suddenly, so intensely, that it overwhelmed him and surprised the duo. The first few spurts managed to geyser out of the lecherous confinement and partly land on their faces. Everything afterwards, encouraged by the quick and coordinated massage the two elementals gave him with their tits, covered the top of their breasts and made the space between extra sticky and slippery.

“Awwww, someone enjoyed the show a LOT!” Salamander grinned.

Undine licked some of the cum off her face. “Unusua-ah-l,” she gasped.

“I’m allowed some quickshooting,” the Gamer defended himself. The service continued unabated, his dick getting continuously worked by the breasts that slid up and down around it and the hands that kneaded them.

“Better keep at some, stud,” Salamander gave a verbal jab. For about five minutes, they concentrated solely on the service. John did not orgasm again in that time. The two of them did, which put things right in the Gamer’s proud mind.

The service became a casual activity, a bit of spice added to their conversation. “How do you two measure our chances against Arkeidos?”

“Foregone conclusion that we crush his fucking soul, isn’t it?” Salamander asked.

Undine nodded. “We couldn’t be this leisurely with our time if there was a true threat.”

“We shouldn’t underestimate him,” John cautioned.

“We have the numbers, the power, and fucking Eliana.” Salamander rolled her eyes and then added, “Healthy for you to be worried, I guess.”

“We would not fight, if you thought we would lose,” Undine said. “The Quest does not require that we fight on the Emperor’s chosen date. We can leave the Adventure for months and prepare thoroughly.”

“You got me there,” John sighed and closed his eyes. “Just like that,” he gasped, when they squished their tits together particularly tightly. “I wish I had those in my face right now,” he thought out loud, knowing that he would be obliged. He could feel movement in the slime lounger under him.

When he opened his eyes, the human, goth form of Undine was next to him – complete with the giant tits. Rather than press them against his face, the copy submissively bowed forwards. John caught a nipple and started sucking, grabbing the other tit greedily.

“Oy, do me too,” Salamander demanded. Wordlessly, Undine obliged, and a copy of Salamander’s human form appeared next to John. Her red hair was of a much darker shade and her skin the light brown of a Mediterranean European. When John shifted his attention to give those tits some attention as well, Salamander gasped. “Fuck, I feel that?!”

“I am the specialist in sensory relaying among us,” Undine reminded her, gasping lewdly.

John was being drowned in tits. Between the massive breasts offered to grope and suckle, he saw those completely hiding his manhood between them. The human form doubles were in the inverse position form the original elementals, creating a delightful visual. “Undine, you really are an artist through and through.”

“Thank you, John,” the slime girl purred. “I picked up a few things from Eliana.”

“I should hang out with you three more often, you do interesting stuff,” Salamander remarked. “Although I’d feel I’d just watch you do creative shit and nod along saying, ‘Yeah, that’s creative shit’.”

“You would like drumming.”

“You say that because I like pounding things violently or because you need a drummer?”

“Both and neither. You’d look sexy drumming.”

“I guess these would bou-nceee all ooover the place.” Salamander’s voice drifted all over the place, due to a sudden surge in pleasure. “Fuck… I’m going to… going to…!” Salamander and Undine’ lips met once again in a kiss, muffling the screams of their shared orgasm. Their spasms could be felt all the way through their tits. John made it much worse by aggressively playing with the four titanic tits he was being offered.

“Mother Fire, I love this fucking life.” Salamander cackled and shivered with an aftershock.

“It is pleasant,” Undine agreed. “I’d like the peaceful times to continue.”

Salamander let out a long hum. Recognizing the tone, John weighed in, “Let me guess, you’d feel bored if you didn’t have something to blow up?”

“It’s just not the same in target practice,” the apocalypse elemental confessed. “It’s so satisfying to blow some asshat’s head off.”

“Vengeance does have a certain appeal,” Undine agreed. “I prefer not having reasons for vengeance.”

“Same here,” John agreed.

“I don’t even need vengeance, I just need someone that makes me think, ‘Yeah, you’re an asshole, and I think it’s funny if you don’t have a house’.” She cackled and winked towards John. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep the bar for that high enough that you don’t get complaints every week.”

“Or I could pacify you through orgasm?” he suggested.

“Eh, different urges, but might successfully distract me half the time.”

“Different urges…?” Undine said thoughtfully.

After waiting several seconds, wondering if she would follow that up on her own, John asked, “Something on your mind?”

Undine pondered for several more seconds. When she answered, her words were slow, carrying in their melody that she was not yet fully done contemplating this. “Would you give me additional work, John?”

Salamander paused in her service. “How the fuck do you have time for additional work?!” she asked, flabbergasted. “You already do almost as much as Gnome and Stirwin in the Elemental Court, and you do that singing stuff.”

The Elemental Court was the local governance system of the Elemental Islands. Because the various elementals could travel throughout the entire Guild Hall, clashes between factions were inevitable. Without any sort of hierarchy and other outlets, the productivity of the Guild Hall would be hindered by the gang warfare of various bored elementals who only visited from their planes to play in the real world. That was why they required the oversight by John’s elementals, the threat of the banlist, and occasional competitive games to unload their (mostly) playful rivalries. Beyond that, the Elemental Court also served as a place where people were either tested for their potential in elemental magic or, if they had it, were guided along on how best to form a contract with one of the spirits hanging around. That was how Maximillian had met Laralia too.

“I’m not bound by one body,” Undine reminded her, “and my kind is, as you pointed out, generally more obedient.”

“Still though,” Salamander resumed her part in the titjob, “fucking workhorse this slime.”

John could only agree, especially since a fourth Undine clone was now supporting his neck with her thighs and rubbing his shoulders with delicate care. “I could probably find you something to do, yeah, but I think you should try and find something yourself first.”

“Yes,” Undine agreed, probably having come to the same conclusion at the end of her thinking.

A spontaneous thought occurred. “Did you ever send a double to my office when it was your turn on the schedule?”

“I would never!” Undine was genuinely offended by the question. “Those hours are my joy and honour. A safe reef where I may serve my dearest, you, my John.”

“Aclysia would love that answer.” John chuckled.

“Her obsession with you is justified,” Undine stated in a serious tone.

“I kinda miss the BJ schedule,” Salamander reminisced. “That’s the fun part of having nothing big going on. More of TJ schedule when I do it though.”

“I only ask like a fifth of the time,” John said.

“Everyone got a throat, only I got these.” Salamander aggressively shook her tits. “’Cept perfect girl here got whatever she wants.”

“I am as Master desires,” Undine cooed.

“You two are dreams made real, that much is certain,” John gasped, feeling another orgasm approach. “We’re heading back after this,” he pressed out, the mounting pleasure taxing his breathing.

The two women moaned wildly, as if to make up for the ones they suppressed during the conversation. Hands adoringly brushed all over John’s torso. The speed of the double titjob picked up. Squelching sounds echoed from the sticky, saliva and cum coated bags of men’s hopes and dreams. Red and blue spheres shifted around, steadily changing which colour was dominant in John’s field of view.

They came moments before he did, brought to climax by the intensity of their service. Again, the first few spurts of his cum gushed out between them. When his orgasm’s strength subsided, the two elementals pulled back in perfect unison and instead kissed with his dick between them. They showered in as much cum as he had to give.