Chapter 18: In the Service of Aveliora
The sun had barely risen when a soft knock sounded at the door. John, lying in bed with Keira still snuggled against him, rolled over and squinted at the closed door. "Who is it?" he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.
"It's me, John. Kalista," the voice on the other side replied, her tone firm yet gentle.
John sighed, gently disentangling himself from Keira's embrace. She mumbled something unintelligible and rolled over, pulling her blanket tighter around herself as she drifted back to sleep. John rubbed the heels of his hands into his eyes, trying to wake up.
"What is it, Kalista?" he asked, his voice groggy.
"I apologize for disturbing you, John, but you've received an urgent message. It's from someone named Lyra. The courier said you should read it right away."
John's eyebrows shot up. He'd almost forgotten about Lyra and her clients. He climbed out of bed and walked to the door.
He opened it to see Kalista standing there in her full guard outfit, which consisted of a weapons belt and little else. She glanced down and then looked back up at John's face with a smirk. She then looked over his shoulder and saw Keira still asleep. Her smirk grew even bigger.
"I see you've been busy," she said, her eyes flicking down to John's naked body before meeting his gaze again. "Here is your message. Also, I'd like to see you in the training yard later. We'll work on your...swordplay," Kalista said, holding out a small, folded parchment to John.
John took the parchment and quickly scanned the contents. It was a note from Lyra.
"John, I hope this finds you well along your journey to meeting Melusina. As I promised, I have a client for you who has a need of your unique talents. She will be traveling past Aveliona's tower tomorrow, and I have arranged for her to make a stop there at midday. If you are unable to make this appointment, please let the messenger know immediately.
"The client is a good friend of mine from the town of Draemar," the note continued. "She is in need of your help, and I believe you will be a great assistance to her. I have let her know about your...unique talents, and she is eager to meet you. Her name is Daranna. She will be arriving with several retainers. Please show her the same kind of attention and care that you showed me.
"As always, yours, Lyra." John looked up at Kalista, his brows furrowed. "Draemar? Where is that?" he asked.
"It's a town far to the south of here," Kalista replied. "I've never been there myself, but I've heard it's a beautiful place. It lies on the coast of the Great Sea, and it's known for its trade and commerce."
"So it's outside the valley?" he asked.
"Yes, quite far. People from Draemar rarely venture this deep into the valley. I cannot imagine what other business this woman might have here. Other than you, of course." Kalista's eyes flicked downward again.
John felt himself blushing. Despite all the attention he'd received, some women made him self conscious still. He folded the note. "Thank you, Kalista. Let me get something to eat and then I'll see you at the training ground." He closed the door, leaving a grinning Kalista behind.
He tucked the note into his pouch, trying not to wake Keira. He did not success at this. "Up so early?" she asked, her voice blurry.
"Kalista brought me a message," he said. "Apparently someone is coming to see me here tomorrow."
"Someone is coming her to see you?" Keira asked, sounding confused.
"Melusina seems to have eyes everywhere," John said, "and part of my test appears to be responding to certain...requests as they arise."
Keira chuckled. "And by 'requests,' you mean..."
"Yes," John said, "as far as I know, this woman who will be here tomorrow wants to...
well, you know," John said, feeling his cheeks grow warm again.
Keira laughed softly. "Alright, I'll bite. Who is this woman coming to see you?"
John retrieved the note from his pouch and handed it to her. "Her name is Daranna. She's from a town called Draemar, which is supposedly quite far from here."
Keira scanned the note, her eyebrows furrowing as she read. "So, Lyra set up this meeting?" she asked.
"Yeah," John replied. "She seems to have eyes and ears all over the place. Wait, you know Lyra?" he asked.
"Of course," Keira said. "She visits here pretty often.
Aveliora and Lyra are old friends," Keira explained.
John nodded. "That makes sense," he said. "Anyway, Kalista also said she needs my help with something on the training grounds."
Keira chuckled again. "Is that what she's calling it? You know she also just wants to see your cock," Keira said, smirking.
John blushed. "Yes, well, that's part of the job, I guess," he said. "But I don't mind. I'm here to help people, and if that's what they need, then I'll do it."
Keira raised an eyebrow. "You're a good man, John. And very well-endowed. I'm sure Daranna will be very happy to see you."
John grinned. "Well, I'm glad I can be of service. But right now, I'm hungry. Where do people eat around here?"
Keira stretched again. "The dining hall is two flights below us, on the same level as the main door that leads out to the training grounds. You shouldn't have any trouble finding it. I'm going to sleep a bit more." Keira pulled her blanket up and snuggled in.
John watched her for a moment, enjoying the sight of her in his bed. After a few moments, he shook his head and headed towards the door, pulling his pants on as he went.
The dining hall was large and bustling with people. He scanned the room and saw no men, just many naked women. His arrival in the room caught the notice of most of them.
Some smiled, others waved him over. He walked to the long table, taking a plate and a set of cutlery. The women were eating a variety of foods. Some were eating fruit, others were eating something that looked like oatmeal, and some were eating meat. John grabbed a bowl of the oatmeal stuff and a piece of fruit. He walked over to an empty spot at a table with three women.
The women ranged in age from around 20 to around 50. All three were stunningly beautiful and in excellent shape. He introduced himself, but the women all seemed to know who he was already. The woman who appeared oldest spoke first. "Hello, John, I'm Caelia. We've heard quite a bit about you."
Caelia had defined muscles that spoke of years training with weapons, but her face lit up with a warm smile. Her long, dark hair had mostly gone gray or white, and she wore it in a simple braid over one shoulder.
"Oh really?" John said, sitting down. "What have you heard?"
Another woman, with dark hair and a round face, chimed in. "That you have quite the...impressive weapon," she said, winking at him.
John felt his cheeks flush again.
"I'm Elowen," she said, extending a hand.
John shook it, trying to ignore the way her eyes lingered on his chest.
"And I'm Isolde," said the youngest of the three, her auburn hair cut short and a dusting of freckles across her nose. She had a warm smile that put John at ease.
"Nice to meet you all," John said, taking a bite of the oatmeal. He chewed, trying to decide if he liked it. It was sweet and nutty.
"So, what brings you to Aveliora's tower, John?" Caelia asked, her voice stern yet friendly. "It seems like everyone has heard a different story."
John recounted the highlights of his quest to recover his memories. He described how he met Keira, and how they broke Melia's spell. The three women at the table seemed transfixed by John's story — or maybe they were just transfixed by John. Either way, they listened with rapt attention.
He left out certain parts of the story. He didn't mention learning that Melia had destroyed her own village while under the Warlock's influence, for example.
"You left something out of your story," Caelia said, smirking.
"Is it true that you have...magical powers?"
John felt his cheeks flush again, but he nodded. "Yes, I can...do things. I'm still learning about it. I don't really understand them."
Elowen leaned in, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "What kind of things? Can you show us?"
Isolde playfully elbowed Elowen. "Not at breakfast, Elowen. You're being rude."
Elowen pouted, but her eyes never left John. "I'm just curious. He sounds powerful. I want to see."
John chuckled. "I mean, showing you would require, um..." John trailed off, unsure of how to continue. He didn't know how to casually discuss his magical abilities, especially in a room full of strangers.
Caelia intervened. "I think John should focus on eating his breakfast. It's been a while since he's had a proper meal, hasn't it, John?"
John nodded gratefully. "Yes, thank you, Caelia." He took another bite of the sweet, nutty oatmeal and continued to eat in silence.
Isolde, the youngest of the three, seemed to sense his discomfort. She changed the subject quickly.
"So, John, are you enjoying your stay at Aveliora's tower?"
"Yes, everyone has been very welcoming," he replied. "It's strange being the only man surrounded by..." He trailed off again, unsure how to finish.
Caelia spoke up again. "You mean surrounded by women?"
"Yes, that. Beautiful women, too," John said. "I'm still getting used to all the...attention."
Isolde laughed. "You'll get used to it. We're all a bit curious, but we mean no harm. We're just glad to have you here, John. You've already done so much for us."
John felt his cheeks warm again. "I'm just doing what I can. I want to help."
Elowen huffed. "Well, if you're looking to help someone, you could start by helping me," she said, with a playful wink.
"I'm sure I will, eventually. I'm supposed to go to the training grounds after this, though."
"Oh! That's where I'm headed," Caelia said. "I'll walk out with you, then." She pressed her leg against his as she said this.
"I've been looking forward to sparring with you, John," she continued, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "I think I can teach you a thing or two about controlling your strength."
John smiled, appreciating her confidence. "I'm looking forward to it as well, Caelia."
Isolde rolled her eyes at the flirtatious banter. "You two are shameless," she said with a chuckle. "But I must admit, I'm curious to see how John fares.
He's strong, but he's also gentle," Isolde said, looking at John. "It'll be interesting to see how he handles a sword."
"Don't underestimate him, Isolde," Caelia said, her gaze still locked on John. "He's got power and finesse."
John laughed softly, feeling his cheeks flush again. "I don't know about that. I've never really used a sword before."
"Really?" Elowen said, her eyes wide with surprise. "But you're so...adept. I assumed you had some training."
John shook his head. "I mean, no training that I know of. I guess we'll see."
"Well, it's about time, so how about we head out there," Caelia said, standing up and grabbing John by the arm.
Isolde stood up with them. "I think I'll join you," she said.
"I could use a good workout, and it'll give me a chance to see John in action."
"Suit yourself," Caelia said, giving Isolde a playful shove. "But don't expect me to go easy on him just because he's new here."
John laughed. "I wouldn't expect anything less, Caelia."
They made their way to the training grounds, which were located just outside the tower, but inside the protective wall. Kalista was there, along with Enris and another woman John hadn't met yet. They each held wooden practice swords, and several more practice swords lay on the ground in front of them.
Kalista spotted John and motioned for him to join her.
"John, I believe you've met Enris," Kalista said. John and Enris nodded to one another.
Kalista pointed to the other woman, a tall, lithe woman with dark skin, who wore her hair in long, thick braids. "This is Lhira. She's a new recruit from the Southern Islands."
John walked over to Lira and extended a hand. "Nice to meet you, Lhira. I'm John."
Lhira revealed a glowing smile as she shook his hand firmly. "Nice to meet you too, John. I've heard a lot about you."
John raised an eyebrow. "Oh really? What have you heard?"
Lhira chuckled. "Just that you're... gifted in certain areas."
John blushed slightly, not quite sure how to respond to that.
Kalista, however, had no such reservations. "So, John, are you ready to show us what you can do with a sword?" she asked, a playful grin on her face.
John looked at the practice swords lying on the ground and shrugged. "I guess so. I've never really used one before, though."
Caelia stepped forward, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Well, then, let's see what you can do. Here," she said, holding out one of the wooden swords to him.
John took it from her, feeling the weight of it in his hand.
It was a simple weapon, but well-crafted. "I'm not sure I know what to do with it," he said, holding it up and looking it over.
"We'll start with the basics," Caelia said. "First, hold it correctly. Not too tight, not too loose. Like this." She demonstrated, wrapping her hands around the wooden handle, her fingers gripping it firmly but not squeezing too hard.
John mimicked her stance, adjusting his grip until he felt comfortable.
"Good," Caelia said. "Now, let's practice some basic strikes. We'll start with a simple overhead slash. Caelia led him through the basic sword moves: overhead slash, side slash, and the powerful thrust. John mirrored her movements, trying to get the feel of the sword in his hand. He was pleasantly surprised to find that he took to it like a natural. His body remembered the movements, even if his mind did not. She follwed this with some defensive moves.
"You're a quick learner, John," Caelia said, her eyes narrowing as she watched him. "You have a natural grace with the sword."
"I've never used one before, but it feels...right," John said, his hands tightening on the hilt.
"You've got a natural talent, John," Kalista chimed in, her eyes shining with curiosity.
"It's almost as if you've done this before."
John shrugged, trying not to let the weight of their praise overwhelm him. "I've always been good with my hands, I guess. And I remember...I remember feeling like I've done this before, even if I don't remember when or where."
Isolde raised an eyebrow. "You don't remember anything from your past, John? Not even small details?"
"No, it's all blank," John said. "There's nothing from before about a week ago."
Kalista changed the subject. "Let's see how well you combine these moves." She suddenly thrust the sword at him. He easily parried it.
"Impressive," Kalista said, her eyes gleaming with interest. "You've got good reflexes." She quickly swung the sword towards him. John somehow knew where the sword was going before Kalista had moved it. He brought the sword up to block her swing, then brought it around to smack her on the ass.
She laughed, surprised, and spun around, sword at the ready.
"You cheated!" she said, grinning.
"I did not!" John protested, laughing. "It was an opening I saw. You were distracted."
"Oh, I see how it is," she said, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Well, let's try something different." Kalista's eye briefly looked over John's shoulder. Without thinking, he brought the sword up to block Caelia's blow behind him. He quickly swiveled to parry Kalista's thrust.
"How are you doing this?" Kalista asked, looking both intrigued and frustrated.
"I don't know," John replied honestly. "I just react. I can't explain it."
Kalista shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. "You're a natural, John. That's for sure."
Caelia, who had been quietly watching the exchange, nodded in agreement. "Yes, you have a real talent for this. It's almost like you've been training for years."
John shrugged again, still trying to process his own reactions. "I don't know what to tell you. It's like I can see what you're going to do before you do it, and my body knows how to react."
"Ok," Kalista said, "but can you use the skill to attack, not just defend? Try coming at me."
John brought his sword up. His conscious mind was unsure how to do this, but his instincts took over. He lunged, and his sword flashed through the air, almost too fast for the eye to follow. Kalista parried, but John's attack was relentless. He kept coming at her, his moves fluid and unpredictable. Kalista was a formidable opponent, but she was clearly struggling to keep up with John's attacks.
The other women at the training yard were watching the fight in silence, their eyes wide with amazement. Caelia and Isolde exchanged glances, their expressions mirroring each other's surprise.
Lhira, who had been observing silently, let out an impressed whistle.
Enris, who had been sparring with Kalista earlier, approached John with an eager smile.
"Let me have a go," she said. "You're strong, John," she said, her voice low and intense. "But you're also fast. How did you learn to move like that?"
John shrugged. "I'm not sure. I just...I just do," he said.
"Huh," Enris said. "Well what do you think—" She swung at abruptly, hoping for the element of surprise. This seemed to work, at least at first. She got several hits in, enough to at least severely wound him had they been using real swords. John managed to rally, though, and quickly turned the tide, forcing Enris to go on the defensive.
"You're skilled," Enris panted, her face flushed with exertion and concentration. "This isn't a lesson anymore, I don't think. I think we're looking for your weaknesses now."
John smiled, panting slightly as he parried another of Enris's attacks. "I think I'm as curious about that as you are," he said.
They sparred again and again, and found that John and Enris were at least evenly matched.
They both fought with skill and ferocity, and neither could gain a clear advantage over the other.
Lhira stepped in. "Let's see what you've got, sen eb pit faxachaxald." She swung at him , her moves fluid and strong. John easily parried and countered, their swords clashing with a ringing sound. They moved around the training yard, their movements graceful and precise, their swords a blur of motion.
Caelia stepped forward, her eyes narrowing as she watched them. "Impressive, both of you," she said. "But I think it's time to up the stakes a bit." She gestured to the stack of wooden swords. "Let's try some live steel."
John and Enris exchanged a glance, then nodded. They put down their wooden swords and picked up the sharper, lighter metal blades.
The air in the training yard seemed to shift as the clatter of wood was replaced with the ringing of steel.
John took his stance, feeling the weight and balance of the sword in his hand. He had handled a sword like this before, but he couldn't place where or when. It was a strange feeling, like remembering something that had never happened.
Lhira smiled at him from across the yard, her blade at the ready. "Ready, John?" she asked, her voice a low growl.
John nodded, gripping the sword firmly.
He felt a strange sensation, as if the sword was an extension of his own body. He had the sudden impulse to sheathe the sword at his side, but he ignored it. He needed to focus on the task at hand.
Lhira smiled, her eyes never leaving John's. She raised her sword, and for a moment, the only sound was the rustling of leaves in the surrounding forest. Then, with a suddenness that caught John by surprise, she lunged.
John reacted instantly, parrying her strike and spinning to the side. He brought his sword around in a wide arc, forcing Lhira to jump back to avoid the blow.
She grinned, her dark eyes gleaming with excitement. "You're not bad, John Doe," she said, her voice laced with a playful growl. "But I think you can do better."
She lunged again, this time coming in high, aiming to strike at John's head. John ducked, feeling a sudden surge of adrenaline. His body moved on its own, anticipating Lhira's every move. He swept her blade aside with his own and spun, slashing at her back as she passed. Lhira twisted, her blade moving to block his strike.
The edge of her sword bit into John's, sending a shockwave up his arm. He grunted, feeling the impact, but he didn't let go of his sword. Instead, he redoubled his efforts, his body moving faster than he thought possible.
He and Lhira danced around the training yard, their swords clashing and sliding against each other. The ringing of steel filled the air, mingling with the sounds of their ragged breaths and the whispered encouragements of the other women.
John's mind was clear, focused completely on the fight.
His body moved instinctively, driven by some ancient memory that his conscious mind couldn't access. He could see Lhira's moves before she made them, anticipating her every strike. He rolled, ducked, spun, and slashed, his body moving with a fluid grace that belied his size.
Lhira was a formidable opponent, her moves as elegant as they were deadly. She was a whirlwind of blades and limbs, her dark skin glistening with sweat, her eyes blazing with intensity. She landed a few strikes, but John managed to block or dodge most of her attacks.
Caelia stepped out next to Lhira. She held two swords, and tossed one of them to John. Both women attacked John at the same time.
Caelia came from the left, her two blades a blur of motion, while Lhira attacked from the right, her sword a flash of silver. John parried Caelia's first strike with his new blade, the clang of steel on steel echoing through the training yard. He twisted to avoid Lhira's swipe, then brought his sword around to block Caelia's second strike.
He felt a grin spread across his face as he fought the two women. He felt alive. His nerve endings tingled, but he noticed one significant vulnerability that his excitement was bringing... His cock was getting hard and sticking straight out, making it a target for a swinging sword.
Caelia and Lhira saw what had happened and started laughing. "John," Caelia said, "you were winning. You don't need to throw the match like this." She gestured at his member.
"You can't fight like that, John. You're putting yourself at a disadvantage. Let's take a break and...resolve that issue."
The other women in the training yard chimed in with their agreement, their voices a chorus of laughter and encouragement.
"Yes, John, you can't fight with that thing getting in the way," Elowen said, a wicked grin on her face.
"Come on, John," Isolde said, her voice playful. "We can't have you getting hurt because of that."
John looked down at his erection, feeling his cheeks flush with embarrassment.
"I think what everyone is trying to say," Kalista said, "is that no one here is going to risk damaging that beautiful weapon of yours. So, how about we take a quick break, and you can...relieve some tension."
John laughed, running a hand through his hair. "You're all shameless," he said, shaking his head. "But alright, I guess a break wouldn't hurt."
The women cheered and hooted, clapping him on the back as they walked towards the tower. Inside, they led him to a small room off one of the lower floors. It seemed to be a makeshift bedroom, with a large bed taking up most of the space. There were also some chairs and a small table with a pitcher of water and some cups.
The room was simple but comfortable, with a few tapestries on the walls and a rug on the floor.
The moment he entered the room, Kalista pushed him down onto the bed. She climbed onto the bed on top of him. Since she wore nothing but her weapon belt, it was easy for her to strip naked. John saw the other women remove whatever accessories they were wearing as well.
Caelia climbed onto the bed next to John. As Kalista caressed John's chest, Caelia placed a hand on Kalista's, guiding her towards John's cock. Together, they began to stroke him. Enris and Lhira moved to stand on either side of the bed, their eager eyes watching the scene unfold. Enris licked her lips as she watched Kalista and Caelia's hands work on John's cock, their fingers intertwining as they stroked.
Lhira, meanwhile, reached out and began to play with John's nipples, teasing and pinching them between her fingers. John let out a low moan, his hips bucking up towards the women's hands.
Isolde climbed onto the bed behind John. She spread her legs above his head and began fingering herself, her hips moving slowly as she played with her clit. John watched her, transfixed by the sight of her pleasure. He reached up and grabbed her hips, pulling her closer and shifting his head so he could taste her. She gasped and pushed herself harder against his mouth, her hips moving faster, her breathing growing louder.
Someone put their mouth on John's cock, and he groaned around Isolde's pussy. He couldn't tell who it was, but their mouth was warm and wet, and they knew exactly how to use their tongue.
John felt a hand on his ass, squeezing and rubbing. He looked down to see Lhira, her dark eyes gleaming with desire. "I want a taste too," she purred.
She moved her hand to John's balls, massaging them gently. He moaned again, unable to believe how good this all felt. He was so hard, so turned on, and every woman in the room seemed to want a piece of him.
He contined licking Isolde's pussy while reaching out to the person to his left. This turned out to be Lhira. He reached a hand between her legs and found her already wet and ready. He began to rub her clit in time with the sucking of his cock. Isolde moaned louder, her movements becoming more frantic.
Kalista and Caelia continued to stroke John's cock, their fingers working in perfect harmony. They were both looking down at their handiwork, their eyes filled with lust.
"That's it, John," Kalista moaned. "Let us take care of you."
Caelia nodded in agreement, her breath coming in short gasps. "You feel so good in our hands."
John's vision was starting to blur, his body wracked with pleasure. He reached to his right and found Enris' wet pussy waiting for him. He plunged his fingers into her, feeling her muscles contract around him. Enris let out a gasp, her body tensing as she rode his hand.
"You're all so incredible," John moaned, his body writhing beneath the touch of the women. "I can't...I can't take much more of this."
Lhira, who was still playing with his nipples, chuckled. "Then don't," she said. "Come for us, John. Let us see that big cock of yours explode."
Kalista and Caelia redoubled their efforts, stroking him faster and harder.
Enris began to move her hips in time with John's fingers, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Lhira's hands abandoned John's nipples and moved to his thighs, spreading his legs wider so that she could watch as he came.
"That's it, John," Isolde panted, her voice ragged with desire. "Come for us. Come with us."
John could feel the pleasure building in his groin, like a wave about to crash. He bucked his hips, thrusting into the mouth around his cock and the hands stroking him.
The sensation was overwhelming, and he could feel the wave crashing, his orgasm surging through him. He came with a loud groan, his hips bucking as his cock pulsed in the mouth sucking him.
John kept up the pace with Isolde, Lhira, and Enris, eager to make all of them come.
He could feel the pleasure coursing through their bodies as he thrust his fingers and tongue into them, their muscles clenching around him. Their moans and gasps filled the room, creating a symphony of pleasure that drove John on.
As the last of his own orgasm subsided, John felt a renewed energy coursing through him. He redoubled his efforts, determined to bring each of the women to climax. Isolde was the first to come, her body convulsing as she rode John's face, her nails digging into his shoulders. She cried out his name, her voice hoarse with pleasure.
John continued to lick and suck her, drawing out her orgasm until she was a trembling, gasping mess. He continued to slowly stroke her with his tongue as she came down from her high.
Lhira came next, her back arching and her head thrown back as she moaned in pleasure. John felt her muscles contract around his fingers. He thrust them deeper inside her, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing it in time with his strokes. Lhira let out a keening cry, her body shaking as she came. He kept going until she collapsed as well.
Enris writhed on his fingers as he pushed deeper, looking for the spot that would make her scream. He found it, and she let out a shuddering cry.
"Oh John, oh god," she moaned, her head thrashing from side to side.
"That's it, Enris. Come for me. Give it all to me," he growled, putting everything into his voice.
She let out another cry and came hard, her body shaking and twitching as the orgasm racked through her.
He pulled his fingers out of her and brought them to his mouth, licking her juices off them. She smiled weakly at him. "You have talented fingers," she said.
Kalista and Caelia milked the last of the cum out of John's cock. He still wasn't sure whose mouth had received his cum, but it didn't really matter. The two women licked their fingers to get every last drop, their eyes meeting his with smoldering looks.
"You have no idea how much we appreciate your talents, John," Kalista said, licking her lips.
"Indeed," Caelia agreed, her voice husky. "I've never seen anyone move like you do."
"I've never felt anything like that," Enris said, her voice breathless. "You're incredible, John."
"Maybe we should all get back to practi—oh." Kalista got distracted when she looked down and saw that John's cock had already grown hard again, standing proudly at attention. "Well, it seems John is already ready for more."
The other women in the room laughed and nodded in agreement. "See?" Caelia said, smirking. "I told you he had stamina."
John blushed at the praise. "I guess I do. I don't know why, but...I seem to have an endless supply of energy when it comes to...this."
Isolde, who had been watching the scene with a mixture of awe and amusement, spoke up. "Maybe it's because you're a magical being, John."
John lifted himself up off the bed. He looked around the room. "Does anybody here want to get fucked by this magical being?" he said, his voice low and rough.
Kalista was the first to respond. "I'll take that cock of yours, John," she said, her voice throaty with desire.
Isolde and Caelia both grinned and moved to help Kalista prepare. They helped her onto the bed, positioning her on her hands and knees. Isolde reached between Kalista's legs and began to rub her clit, making the older priestess moan with desire.
John climbed onto the bed behind Kalista, his hands gripping her hips.
He rubbed the head of his cock against her wet pussy, teasing her. She let out a low, impatient moan. "Fuck me, John," she said, her voice ragged with desire. "I need that cock of yours inside me."
John chuckled, but complied with her wishes. He pressed the head of his cock against her entrance, then thrust forward, burying himself inside her with one smooth motion. Kalista let out a gasp, her body tensing as she adjusted to his size. "Fuck, John," she moaned. "You're so big."
"Take it, Kalista," John said, his voice low and rough.
"Take all of it." He began to move, slowly at first, his hips pulling back until only the head of his cock remained inside her, then slamming forward, burying himself to the hilt.
Kalista moaned, her head thrown back, her body shaking with every thrust. "Oh, fuck, yeah. Right there, John. Fuck me right there."
Caelia and Isolde watched, their eyes locked on John's cock as it disappeared into Kalista's pussy, then reemerged, glistening with her juices. They were both playing with themselves, their fingers moving in time with John's thrusts.
He could see the way their bodies moved, their hips bucking as they rubbed their clits in time with his strokes. He could feel the warmth of their bodies against his, and the way their breath hitched in their throats as they got closer to the edge.
"Fuck me harder, John," Kalista begged, her voice ragged with desire. "Give it to me. Give me that big cock of yours."
John obliged, his hips snapping forward, his cock slamming into her with a force that made her cry out. He grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pulled her back against him, impaling her on his cock.
He could feel every inch of her tightness, every ridge and fold of her pussy as he slammed into her. "You like that, don't you?" he growled in her ear. "You like feeling that big cock filling you up, don't you?"
Kalista moaned, her head falling forward as she braced herself against the bed with her arms. "Yes," she gasped. "Gods, yes. I love feeling that cock inside me. It's so big, so thick. It fills me up like nothing else ever has." John could feel her getting wetter, her body clenching around him as he thrust into her faster and harder. He could hear the slapping of skin against skin, the wet sound of her pussy as he fucked her.
"I'm going to come, John," she managed to gasp out. "Fuck me harder. Make me come."
John obliged, slamming into her with powerful strokes that made her body shake. He could feel her getting closer, her pussy tightening around him as he brought her to the edge.
"Come for me, Kalista," he growled in her ear.
He kept fucking her, feeling her grow more and more tense, her body shaking with each thrust. He could tell she was close.
"Yes, yes, John," she moaned, her words coming out in short gasps. "I'm close.
He felt her pussy clench around him, and he knew she was on the verge of orgasm. He gave her one final, powerful thrust, his cock burying deep inside her.
Kalista let out a loud cry, her body convulsing as her orgasm tore through her.
John held her like this, his cock buried deep inside her as she writhed in ecstasy. He held back his own orgasm, though, as he looked over at Caelia.
She was watching him, her eyes dark with desire, her fingers working furiously between her legs.
"Come over here," John said, his voice low and commanding. Caelia obeyed, moving to stand in front of him. She reached out, her fingers wrapping around his cock as it slid out of Kalista's pussy. John groaned, his hips bucking slightly as she stroked him.
"I want this cock," she said, her voice hoarse with desire. She climbed onto the bed, positioning herself on her back next to where Kalista was catching her breath.
John slid his cock into Caelia with little warning or fanfare. He slammed it in as far as it would go.
She cried out, her back arching off the bed as he settled into a punishing rhythm. He kept thrusting into her, his cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy, her moans filling the air.
"Oh, John," she groaned. "Yes, fuck me harder. Please."
John obliged, his body moving like a machine as he pounded into Caelia. He felt her nails digging into his back, her legs wrapping around him, pulling him deeper inside her. He could feel her getting close, her body tensing as her breathing grew more and more ragged.
He wanted to make her come like this, make her scream his name as he pounded into her. He reached out and grabbed one of her breasts, squeezing it hard and rolling the nipple between his fingers.
Caelia let out a low moan, her body writhing beneath him. "Yes, John," she moaned. "Yes, oh god, yes. Right there. Right...there..." Her body tensed, and then she was coming, her body convulsing as her orgasm tore through her. John kept thrusting into her, drawing out her pleasure until she was a shaking, trembling mess.
He pulled out of her, his cock glistening with her juices. He looked down at her, a satisfied smile on his face.
"Who's next?" he asked, looking around the room.
Isolde was on her knees beside the bed, her hand still between her legs. She looked up at John, her eyes filled with desire. "I want that cock, John," she said, her voice breathless.
John nodded, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her up onto the bed. He laid her on her back, her legs spread wide. He climbed between her legs, his cock already hard again. He thrust into her, filling her in one stroke.
Isolde let out a gasp, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her. John started to move, his hips driving into her with a steady, powerful rhythm.
"Oh, John," Isolde moaned, her eyes locked onto his. "You're so big, so deep…"
John fucked Isolde to the point of a screaming thrashing orgasm. Enris followed, her climax featuring a creative stream of profanities. Finally, he made Lhira scream in her native language, "Yeep snaxako boors keew din vupp caxavoln!" as she shuddered through her own orgasm. She collapsed against Isolde's body, panting and spent.
He pulled out of Lhira, and Caelia immediately caught his cock in her hand. She wrapped her lips around it and began to suck, her cheeks hollowing as she took him deeper and deeper into her mouth. John groaned, his hand going to her head as she bobbed up and down on him.
Enris watched Caelia sucking John’s cock, her eyes filled with lust. She grabbed Caelia’s hair and pushed her head down further, forcing her to take more of John’s length. Caelia gagged slightly, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she looked up at Enris, her eyes filled with desire and submission.
John looked down at the two women, his cock pressed between their faces as they both fought for control. Soon the other women had joined them. Some wanted to take John's cock in their mouths, while others just wanted him to spray his load on their faces or tits. He obliged, his cock bouncing from one eager mouth to another. His body shook with the sheer intensity of the pleasure he was feeling. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening as he got closer and closer to the edge.
Finally, with a loud groan, John came.
His cock pulsed and twitched in Kalista’s mouth, and several thick ropes of cum shot out, painting her face and hair. The other women cheered and clapped, their own bodies still shaking with aftershocks of pleasure.
John had more. His cock pulsed, and another stream of cum shot out, this time hitting Isolde in the face. She laughed, her eyes shining with happiness as she licked the cum off her lips.
The last few strands landed across Caelia's face. She smiled as cum dripped down her chin.
Enris, who had been watching the proceedings with a hungry look in her eyes, moved in, her mouth finding Kalista’s. The two women shared John’s cum, their tongues intertwining as they tasted him together.
Lhira watched the scene with a mixture of awe and desire. She had been the last to be taken by John, and she was still feeling the effects of his touch. She reached out, her hand finding John’s cock.
It was still semi-hard, pulsing slightly with the remnants of his orgasm. She wrapped her hand around it, feeling its warmth and size.
"I think you have more, John," she said, opening her mouth to take him in.
John smiled lazily, "I think you're right." He leaned back against the wall, his cock still hard despite the multiple orgasms. Lhira took him in her mouth, her lips wrapping around his shaft and beginning to suck gently.
Kalista, watching this, smiled and moved closer, positioning herself so that she could reach John's balls with her mouth. She began to suck and lick at them, her tongue teasing and exploring. John groaned, his body arching slightly as the women began to work on him again.
He could feel the familiar tingling sensation building in his groin, his cock hardening once more in Lhira's mouth. She looked up at him, her dark eyes shining with mischief, her lips stretched wide around his shaft. She hummed softly, the vibrations sending shivers down John's spine.
Kalista, meanwhile, was teasing John's balls, her tongue swirling around them, her mouth sucking gently. John could feel the pleasure building, his body responding to the women's touch with a mind of its own.
"Lhira," he said.
She looked up at him, her mouth full of cock and her eyes full of lust. She knew what he was going to say, and she was hungry for it.
She nodded, her eyes never leaving his, and redoubled her efforts, bobbing her head up and down on his cock, her throat working to take him in as deep as she could.
John moaned, his hips bucking slightly as Lhira took him deeper. He could feel the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat, and he knew he was close again. He reached down, grabbing a handful of Lhira's hair and guiding her head, setting the pace.
He couldn't hold back any longer. He thrust his hips up, driving his cock deeper into Lhira's throat, and came with a loud groan. Lhira took every drop of him, her throat working to swallow it all.
As John's orgasm subsided, Lhira pulled her mouth off of his cock and looked up at him with a wicked grin. "You were right, John," she said, her voice husky with desire. "You did have more." Lhira licked her lips, savoring the taste of his cum.
John smiled, his body still humming with pleasure. "I guess I did," he said.
Kalista sat up, wiping a stray drop of cum from her chin. "You're insatiable, John," she said, her voice filled with admiration. "I guess I am. I can't help it."
Isolde, who had been watching the proceedings with wide-eyed curiosity, spoke up. "I think it's amazing," she said. "The way you can go again and again.
It's almost... magical," Isolde continued, her gaze fixed on John's still-hard cock.
John smiled and shrugged. "I guess I'm just lucky that way."
Enris, who had been watching the scene unfold with amusement, finally spoke up. "Lucky? You call that luck?" she said with a snort. "That's not luck, that's pure skill and talent."
John chuckled, feeling a warmth spread through him at the compliment. "Well, whatever it is, I'm glad you all seem to enjoy it."
"Oh, we do," Kalista said, her voice still breathless.
"I think we all enjoy having you around, John."
John smiled, looking around at the women in the room. "I'm glad to hear that. I...I like being here too."
Lhira, who had been lounging against John's side, propped herself up on one elbow. She looked at John with a soft smile.
"You fit in here, John. We're all happy to have you."
John felt a sense of belonging here, but he felt that in Krivian, too. He had promised to return there when his quest was finished. Still, this place had been very good to him.
He reached out a touched Lhira's cheek. "I'm happy here too."
Caelia, who had been watching the exchange with a soft smile on her face, spoke up. "You are where you're meant to be, John. We can feel it," Caelia said, her voice gentle yet firm. She looked around the room, her gaze meeting each woman's eyes. "We've all felt it since you arrived. There's something special about you, John. Something magical."
John blushed slightly at the praise, but he also saw something slightly unnerving in Caelia's gaze. He smiled as warmly as he could. "Thank you, Caelia," he said. "I appreciate everyone's kindness."
Caelia reached out and wrapped her fingers around John's softening cock. She looked at the other women in the room. "We should let him rest, though. He can't keep going forever, no matter how much we'd like him to."
"You're right," Kalista agreed, her voice still husky with desire. "We should let him rest. But not for long. I have a feeling John has plenty more surprises in store for us."
The women laughed and nodded in agreement.
John smiled, feeling a wave of tiredness wash over him. "I guess I do have more surprises in store," he said.
Caelia wiped a small bead of cum off the tip of John's cock.
She brought it to her lips, licking it clean. "You deserve a break, John. But we're not done with you yet."
John chuckled, already feeling his body growing tired. "I have no doubt about that."
Kalista swayed to her feet, pulling her clothes back on. "Come, John. Let's get you cleaned up and fed. You'll need your strength for what's to come."