Chapter 1180 – Prep Grinding 20 – Getting along like a lake on fire
“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?”
“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.
Then it was time to get back to grinding properly.