A long, long, long conversation indeed. It lasted for hours and most of the girls dropped out at some point or another. Although all were friendly with Momo, some were naturally more interested in talking to her than others. This was just the nature of any circle of friends, no matter how close, some cliques stuck closer together than others and some two people with common friends only communicated with uncertain silence.

The last part was largely eliminated in the harem, sex was a pretty great ice breaker, but the former was unavoidable. There was also the realistic limitation that having over a dozen people in a room, trying to have a conversation with someone else with a single microphone around was not the mode of communications humans were designed for. Afternoon rolled into evening and evening into night and the girls trickled away into their own rooms to relax, sleep or go after whatever they had on their mind.

In the end, only John, Undine and Gnome were left, with Momo sitting on the other end. Where it was dark outside their windows, the sun had already risen again in her hotel room. Just the nature of time zones.

At some point, Momo had figured out how to connect the laptop with the TV. Now the former was sitting under the latter and the Artificial Spirit on the bed. It seemed a lot more pleasant than the wooden chair the first few hours had happened on.

She looked out of the window and frowned. “Guess they’ll kick me out of here soon.”

“Nah,” John waved off, “I booked for three days, no need to worry.” He had taken the hand off Gnome’s waist to make the gesture. Much like him, she was nude and the slime girl on his left side had long since formed her sexual bits. Only Momo remained clothed, a sign of remarkable self-control, given that she was clearly loving everything she saw. John had only caught her touching herself twice during the call. “If you still use the same bank account, I can send you some money too.”

Momo sighed. “I want to refuse, but I’ll need it if I want to keep going.” After a few seconds of pondering, she sighed a second time. “I guess I can write you down as my sponsor for whatever interesting thing I find next. That way, I won’t feel that bad.”

“No need to feel bad because I gave you some money for your birthday.”

“Yeah, no, I do though,” the artificial support stated and then stretched. “Well, regardless of any of that, I should really take that shower already. So, I guess this is where I say goodbye.”

“You should take us with you,” John suggested outright and winked at the camera. “A little bit of a steamy shower show, just for me.”

“And your present ensemble, you masturbation-invalid pervert,” Momo pointed out in a jokingly sharp tone. Then she got up and walked to the laptop, pressing some button and ending the call on that device.

The camera automatically switched to her phone; the program was still running on it after all. At first, John thought this was a mistake. He heard the sound of curtains getting drawn closed and was about to speak up to tell her when the phone was picked up and the shown video changed from the ceiling to the blushing face of the sassy support.

“I’m doing this for you, not the money!” she exclaimed, as she marched towards the bathroom. The black of her clothes already vanished under her skin around the shoulders and John couldn’t wait to see the rest of her. His cock quickly hardened with anticipation. “And you have to follow two rules.”

“I’m sure I can do that.”

“Can you?” Momo raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know if I trust you after half of your blood already went downstairs.”

“Then you should make me promise things before I get a hard-on.”

“You would just forget about them anyway.”

“Then you can never trust me and you’re the idiot for obliging me.”

“I mean, that’s just obvious.” Momo stuck out her tongue and then cited her two rules, “One, you can’t record this.” Since he hadn’t planned to anyway, the Gamer just nodded. “Two, you, and I mean none of you three, are allowed to pleasure yourself or each other before I can see you on the big screen again!”

“W-why?!” Gnome stammered.

“Because I’m not missing out on you getting off to me,” Momo declared and raised her camera so just a hint of her nipples was visible. “Do we have a deal?”

“…Yeah, sure, if it has to be this way,” John grumbled, not looking forward to the immediate future. It was a sacrifice he was willing to make in order to get to see more, however. Implicit in the deal was a promise on her side that the show would continue past the shower.

“Glad you can still see some reason.” Looking around, Momo put down the phone, likely next to or on the sink, and stepped backwards. Her lean body was in view, head to knees, the lower bits cut off by whatever surface the phone was on. “Can you see everything?” she asked.

“Not sure,” John hummed and joked, “maybe you should show off a little so I can be certain?”

She obliged, much to his joy. In the artificial light of the dark-tiled room, her milky white skin seemed to radiate. Light pink nipples and the glistening wetness of her pussy lips added a few nice details to that colour. Soft shadows played over her skin, created by the petite rise of her breasts, the little trench between sternum and navel, her spine, and finally those created by the delicious curves of her round bum. All of it was further decorated by the dirt, which had been nigh invisible on her black clothes but stood out quite a bit now that she was properly naked. It gave her a wild note that was attractive in its own right. John still preferred his women to be clean though.

Her immensely long hair waved with every move. It appeared meticulous, no matter how the rest of her looked, and fell to the side at exactly the right times to show off her goods with emphasis. In one long stroke, she removed the metal ring that held the ends together, bowing forwards while she placed it on the edge of the tub. The straight strands parted equally down her spine, framed the spankable butt and the wet pussy as they stretched towards the camera.

Momo had made more adjustments to her body than just her hair. Her midriff had not been quite that marvellous before and her ass not quite that fat and round. Her figure was still balanced overall, closer to a column than a pear, but a slight shift towards bottom heaviness had definitely been made. Much to the Gamer’s liking.

John involuntarily groaned, “Oh yeah, we can see everything.” He tried to distract himself by keeping his hands on Gnome and Undine. An act that followed the same logic as trying to satisfy a craving for crisps by eating only a single one. Before he knew it, he was no longer just holding the two elementals but fondling their boobs. Undine let out a long, melodic moan when he pinched her nipple. The elementals, in turn, were barely able to keep their hands to travel from his abs down to his groin.

“No pleasuring each other!” Momo reminded them as she stopped her posing and stepped into the shower. With a great deal of willpower, all three of them managed to withdraw their hands. John had to literally sit on his, he didn’t trust himself any other way. Drops of precum ran down his cock while he watched the full HD broadcast of Momo showering. She had picked a phone with a very good camera.

It was a sort of hybrid shower, a bathtub with a showerhead connected to the faucet, allowing for soaking and showering. Underneath the holder for the showerhead was a tip-up seat, currently folded against the wall. A curtain was off to the side and left untouched.

With a pull on the handle, and a few adjustments of the temperature right thereafter, Momo began to shower. The water ran over her, pulled the visible layers of dirt with it, and had her hair stick to her curves. Like swirly lines drawn into the snow, the strands curved over her body as white on white.

Momo sighed contently while her hands travelled her body. Scrubbing at first, then leisurely, letting the warm water cleanse her skin. “I haven’t had a shower in a while,” she said.

“You should treat yourself more often,” John commented.

“And let you watch?”

“I-if you want!” Gnome enthusiastically chimed in. “You’re very cute and… and all that!”

“Finally came out of the voyeur closet?” Momo wondered.

“I… I mean… yes.”

“Good on you.” Momo smiled over her shoulder, her white eyes reflecting her amusement. She bowed down to turn off the water again. It was a deliberately slow and teasing motion. She was performing for them and John was very certain that the inside of her thighs were slick from something else than water.

“You like being seen,” Undine let the rare treat of her voice be heard.

“I guess so,” Momo admitted, while her arm vanished in her inventory and retrieved a bottle of shampoo. Sparingly, she put some on her hand and her head and then started to distribute it. While the foam crown was questionable in its sexiness, her glistening body definitely wasn’t. Her hips and chest wiggled excitedly while she talked to the camera, “I definitely feel a lot more intense if I… take care of myself outdoors.”

John was so tempted to try and give her a sudden, commanded orgasm, but he knew that wouldn’t work through the phone. Instead, he asserted, “You masturbated in the desert after taking that picture for my birthday, didn’t you?”

“Yu-p.” The last bit came out with a pop of her pink lips and Momo put the shower back on. The soap ran down her skin. Thanks to her artificial origin, her hair suffered no degree of matting during the washing process. “I’m not embarrassed about that!”

“Didn’t say you were.”

“Totally wasn’t wondering what the hell I was doing or why it felt that good.”

“I believe you. Even if you are turning suspiciously red there.”

The banter did wonders in distracting John from the torture that was his unattended dick. Back and forth, the exchange went, until Momo suddenly let out a lustful sigh. A cleaning gesture over her crotch turned into an explicit rubbing of her clit. Without any pretext, her other hand found a hard nipple and circled it.

“How much hornier does it make you that we’re watching?” John inquired in his smoothest voice. The more she played with herself, the easier it was for him to slip into the dominant mindset. A familiar and pleasant perspective to have, contrasted with the patient withdrawal he currently suffered.

“A lot,” Momo moaningly made known, slipping a finger into herself. “Although… I can’t really know how much… ahhh… better it is until I actually… cum…”

“How about we take this to somewhere you can really see me watch then?” John suggested in a tone that made it less of a question and more of a friendly order. The sooner he got her back into the bedroom, the better for the sanity of him and the two beauties at his side.

“Just… a moment,” the support gasped. A second finger soon joined the first and she masturbated fervently. Either that wasn’t enough for her or she didn’t fancy that particular flavour of self-satisfaction today. Whatever it was, she soon stopped for as long as it took to lower the folded seat, plant her squishy ass on it, grab the shower head and redirect it between her legs. With the turning of some mechanism, she caused the water to come out in a more concentrated stream.

While the water stimulated her pussy lips, her other hand rubbed her clit. Instinctively, it seemed, her hips rocked back and forth. John could see himself under her, letting her ride his cock. Perhaps Momo imagined something similar, as she closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. Throaty moans competed with the running shower and the accelerating movements of her fingers for the dominion of sound. The erotic echoes won, as her fingers blurred and moans turned to shouts.

Her spine bent, back pressing against the wall, only to arch in the opposite direction a moment later. With a loud ‘clank’ the shower head fell from her hand. Outstretched legs pressed the heels against the rim of the tub, toes curled. Between her parted, smooth thighs, her pretty pink pussy clenched and relaxed along with every spasm that went through her climaxing body.

Slowly, the orgasm ebbed away. Momo’s fingers stopped in their movements as she let the pleasure run its course. On the other side of the connection, John gobbled up the sight of seeing her first reduced to a panting, quivering mess and the gradual recovery to a beautiful, partly relieved mess. “Whew, I needed that,” Momo announced, ending the stream and putting the shower head back into the proper place.

“We’re not going to stop here though, right?” John asked, mildly afraid that he was about to get trolled.

Momo didn’t give him an answer immediately. First, she grabbed a towel from somewhere offscreen and dried herself off. “Hearing your complaints would almost make that worth it,” she teased, only to turn around and push her ass into the camera. There was literally nothing else to be seen but her butt, clean, white and firm, with one cheek getting pulled by the side, trenches appearing in the gel-like glory of it. “Anyway, take a guess,” she hummed, while a gooey strand of pussy juice slowly dripped down.

“For the love of everything, please hurry back to the bed,” John begged, not knowing how much longer he could ignore the pulsating in his shaft. That Gnome basically collapsed onto him, her head burning with a voyeur induced fever, did not help.

“And what if I don’t?” Momo asked, picking up the phone with a wide smile.

“Then I’ll have Undine here copy your looks and fuck her until I have vented my frustrations.”

“You do not have my permission to use my likeness that way!”

“I own this place. The copyright law is whatever I say and I say that’s fair use.”

“You mistake ‘fair use’ for ‘using one of my girls to get off’.”

“Sometimes both can be the same,” John answered with a grin. Their whole bantering ended when Momo vanished from the screen for a second, only for the camera of the opening laptop to snap into place instead.

“Good boy, you followed my rule,” Momo purred when she saw him on the big screen again. With a step and backwards jump, the now clean Artificial Spirit landed on the mattress. Immediately, she started working on herself again. “Go ahead, do as you usually would.”

Undine reacted the fastest. While John was busy putting his hands in much more interesting places than their sides and Gnome had troubles even formulating thoughts, the abysstide elemental claimed his lips for a kiss and his cock to suck. Two greyish-blue slime girls split from each other to that end.

Not one to leave anyone wanting, the Gamer immediately had Jack pull Gnome off the couch and bent her over the table, so she could still watch Momo while she got fucked from behind. A third Undine clone claimed his empty side, while Jack pushed into Gnome’s cunt. It was so slippery, he had no troubles getting all the way inside her with one stroke. She came immediately and it didn’t take the Gamer or Undine long to follow suit. All the built-up desire required a quick venting.

Cum pumped into the mouth of the water spirit between his legs, a hole as sensitive, if not even more so, than Gnome’s pussy, which got its own fill of their summoner’s seed. The lustful mist that clouded their heads was partly blown away by the sheer force of the necessary orgasms and the screams that went along with them.

“Fuck, that’s pretty hot,” Momo’s voice went between the orgasmic screams. “So that’s your double in action, huh?”

“You haven’t seen half of it.” John grinned, his lips separating from that of the left-side Undine. “I’ve become a literal sex god since you left.”

“You mean figurative.”

“Pretty sure I don’t.”

“Pretty sure you didn’t become the third human god and pretty sure a goddess of sex already existed, so yes, you do.”

“Maybe I did,” John conceded that one. “Okay, I definitely did!” he added when Momo gave him a death stare for a few seconds. “Enough about me, I want to see you do something sexy.”

“Hmm, I think I’ll oblige,” Momo purred and reached into her inventory. She received a dildo, the standard skin-colour version that wasn’t all that fancy. With the one exception that it was pretty much exactly John’s size. “As you can see, I’m putting my inventory space to very good use.” Her pink lips gave the tip of the phallus a kiss and then she started sucking. Her white eyes stared at the camera, while she gave service to the dildo.

And Undine, using the right-side clone to follow the events on the screen, synchronized her movements with Momo’s. A fact that spurned the support to give the toy cock way more attention than an inanimate object deserved. With kisses and licks, she slathered the length in saliva, then took him into her throat. Her pussy gushed visibly, once it was inside her down to the hilt. That her fingers were once more working on her clit did wonders to that end.

While John had no control over the pace of the blowjob, he had a lot of other things to do with his attention. Keep watching the screen, most important of all, but also attend to the goth slime and her huge breasts to his left. With tongue, teeth and fingers, he played with the squishy goodness. His mind also had to keep moving Jack along.

When it came to fucking Gnome, he had complete control. The earth spirit was nothing but moans and flying eyes, darting from the couch to the screen and back. Bowing over her, the double mocked her softly, “You don’t know where to look, huh? Peeping pervert that you are.”

“I-It’s all so… so… wonderfully depraved!” Gnome defended herself, only for Jack to let out a series of throaty laughs. Accelerating, his hard thrusts left her no time for further words, only moans and repeated climaxes.

“How about you use that thing for what it’s intended?” At John’s behest, Momo finally pulled the dildo from her mouth and moved it to her cunt. She didn’t just push it in though. Instead, she grabbed a pillow, put the dildo on top and straddled both. It was the closest thing she could simulate to actually riding him.

Stopping with the synchronized efforts, Undine resumed to suck him off at her leisure. She could have changed her position to follow the support’s example and rhythm further, but would have taken John’s access to the view in the process. More importantly, since he could have worked around that with Possession, she would have taken Momo’s view of him and that was firmly against the spirit of the exercise.

“You just wait until I get back…” the support gasped thoughtlessly, then shouted as she was split by the size. “Fuck yes… ah… AH!” Her hips had barely made contact with the pillow and she immediately went up again. Fixing the toy in place with constructs of white mana, she could ride it with relative freedom. The bed started to creak as she took on a breakneck pace from the get-go. “Tell me when!” she shouted in lust, rolling her left nipple between her fingers.

With now two Undine’s pushing their full, delicious breasts against him and the way his cocks were treated by the girls’ insides, John didn’t know how long he would last. A little while, that much he knew, as minutes passed in the same constellation. Not boring minutes by any stretch of the imagination. The ecstasy they all dwelled in filled the room with squelching sounds and loud moans, the usual sounds in John Newman’s harem and as sweet as ever. They all watched Momo and Momo watched them.

The support was clearly trying her best to delay the inevitable. She was taking pauses. Heavily breathing and with clear difficulty, she held back her own orgasm by freezing, flirting, teasing and mocking, usually in equal measure. Regardless of her attempts, her moans grew ever sharper and higher in pitch. In a final effort, she changed positions, gaining a few precious seconds by slipping off the dildo and turning around.

Perhaps the idea was less to make herself last longer and more to set him off sooner. Seeing her slide that phallus right back into her quim, followed by the repeated bounces of her jiggling ass, it definitely worked. Momo knew his tastes well and that he was an ass man was among the most fundamental things.

“I’m…” John inhaled heavily, as the lust threatened to overwhelm him. Like the sea before a giant wave, he felt a moment of clarity. It allowed him to shout out the words, “I’m cumming!” then the ecstasy washed over him.

He heard her more than he saw her. His field of view blurred with black dots and white lightning, an effect on his vision that no amount of magical origin seemed able to fix, but her climax rang true through the speakers. More than that, there was a single word, squealed in such an intense, desperate tone that he could barely understand it. “Johnnnn!”

While the girl that shouted his name had tried to keep her orgasm aligned with his, the other two hadn’t bothered to hold back. They had climaxed again and again. Regardless, this was the most intense climax of the night for them as well. While the repeated climaxes and aftershocks took their toll, vast quantities of his seed pumped into them, increasing their ecstasy with every spurt.

The sounds faded and the spurts grew weaker. The soft breasts, pressed against John’s chest, stopped to quiver in orgasmic delight, just as the intense grips of Gnome’s pussy and Undine’s throat softened to milking pulses.

John regained control of his sight just in time to see Momo fall over backwards. “I… really… needed… that…” she panted, rolling on her stomach. Her flushed face, decorated with a wide, honest smile, and the twin hills of her ass were aligned in one beautiful shot. “That was WAY better than just doing it on my own.”