Galataea Crystallim Core 2

by Scottie Futch

  Strength: 10 | [ B]Agility: 10[44] | [F]Vitality: 13[23]

  [C]Intellect: 7[32] | Resonance: 20

  [--]

  Two things immediately made him happy when he saw the new status information. The sight of his vitality stat's growth was quite glorious. It was proof positive that his bond with the girls improved greatly in recent days. It possessed the weakest bonus but with two of the girls offering it to him, the combined focus added ten whole points to his score now that he'd reached level eight. "Hmm, if the bond was maximized, I'd have nearly forty points of vitality at the moment... Maybe even higher if the three of us became perfectly synchronized."

  The second thing that made him happy was his attack and defense stats. Sometimes they did not update properly in the system. They were mostly quick reference guides for possible ability rather than a vetted system. Typically, the system decided that base attack would be strength plus half of the agility score. Defense was shown as agility plus half of the strength score. Worn equipment and bonuses beyond base strength or agility would be shown as a number next to attack and defense.

  "Going to have to go through proper assessment soon," he said. Assessment protocols were rigorous but they would allow him to know what his true stats, and the true status of his team, actually were. They were always at least a little higher in real life than they showed on the status screen. The numerical values shown were a sort of best guess made by the system based solely on extrapolation. The reality would be close, but it was still nothing more than basic number crunching and suggested values.

  He eyed his status critically for a moment. The pleasant surprise was nice, but there were decisions to be made. It took him a moment, but he realized that something seemed wrong.

  Scott lifted his hand from the small of Flora’s back then rubbed his chin. The girl whimpered softly and her anus clenched around the finger in her ass. Scott's left eyebrow rose for a moment, but then a smile slid across his face. She was such a sweet girl. He decided to give her an anal massage later if she liked them so much. It was the proper thing to do, after all.

  Briefly, he considered the similarities between the sweet Alraune and the naughty Pirouette. Both girls seemed inordinately fond of having their asses played with, or at least Flora seemed to like that now. He wondered for a moment, if perhaps that was why she balked a little at having him caress her ass when they first met. It was her special place. A sort of secret garden.

  He continued to think deeply about her ass for a short time before he started the augmentation process. He added three points to intellect. Even though he had twenty points in that stat due to the bonus that he received from having Pirouette equipped, if he were to unequip her during an emergency he would lose those extra points.

  The hunter gazed carefully at his stats for a moment then nodded. He dumped the remaining points into vitality. More resonance would be useful soon, but what he needed at the moment was more vital force. He would be able to train skills easier, and use them more often. He finalized his choices then waited a moment for the expected city council message to arrive.

  [-Message-]

  You have chosen to expend more than four augmentation points in a twenty-four hour period. Safety protocols dictated by the American City Council require that the upgrades that you have selected be realized over the course of the next twenty-four hours, and at evenly spaced intervals.

  Thank you, for your understanding.

  ~American City Council

  [--]

  Scott sighed softly then smiled. He did not like having to wait, but the result would be worth it. His vital force alone should end up sitting at a three hundred forty-nine points. Give or take a point.

  Speaking of things that were worth it, Flora whimpered sweetly once more then tried to crawl closer to his face. Scott saw that as a desire to have him hold her again. He slipped his free hand back under her flower bud and began to massage her gently.

  She calmed down then murmured softly. Scott smiled at her tenderly then kissed her on the top of the head.

  Flora made a sweet noise just before her pretty face scrunched up cutely and took on a flush appearance. Not long after Scott felt a warm sensation on his chest and around his groin.

  He blinked once then sniffed the air. Had she just done what he thought she had?

  The Alraune gasped gently then her anus spasmed around his finger. She clutched at him a little then whimpered. Scott barely heard her whisper, “Oh, Scott...”

  His eyes widened then narrowed. He concentrated on his link with her and tried to pick up on her errant thoughts and emotions. Their bond grew a little stronger each day, so it was easy to sense each other, even if details were fuzzy. That was why he sensed her approaching the door earlier despite being asleep.

  When he dived into their link he immediately felt warmth, and steam. Moreover he felt raw desire. A fuzzy image appeared in his mind. It was two vaguely human shapes in the throes of carnal passion.

  The image cleared a little as Scott concentrated and it became apparent what was happening. Flora was experiencing a wet dream, and a good one from what he could tell. The man casually sliding his dream cock into her equally dreamy ass looked vaguely like him, but he was still fuzzy and indistinct.

  Flora whispered, “Harder, Scott... The garden won't grow if you don't plant the seeds deeper...”

  He did not want to wake her if she was having a nice dream, but he was also the sort of guy who could not abstain from physical contact if a hot girl was having erotic dreams right on top of him. He decided that the only proper thing to do was to finger her ass a little more and try to keep time with the dream version of himself. As he did so, the image became more distinct.

  Flora moaned sweetly and pressed her dream ass against her dream Scott, even as her real ass flexed and her anus clutched at his helpful finger. It did not take long for her to gush once more as the dual anal assault on her body and soul was beyond her previous experience.

  Her breast milk leaked heavily as the sweet honey dew girl experienced intense orgasmic bliss. However, the dream abruptly cut off at the moment when dream Scott was about to plant his masculine seed deep inside her erotic anal fantasy garden.

  Soft snores greeted Scott not long after. He sighed loudly then gently slowed his finger. Even in a dream he could not get any sweet relief. He forgave Flora for giving him the worst case of blue balls in history. It was not her fault. Still, he absolutely needed to find release soon, or he might explode.

  He happened to glance down at his wrist. He currently wore a minor expansion to his original bracer, a sort of place holder that could be worn until he purchased a new bracer capable of holding four cores.

  His newest Crystallim had reached the last point before stabilization. The spider girl’s core no longer blinked like a computer that could not make up its mind. It now offered a steady, but dim, glow. It would probably be another few hours before she completely stabilized.

  “I wonder if she’ll get along well with the others?” he asked softly. It was enough to keep his mind off of the curvy Alraune who had wrapped her body around him in such a sweet and unforgiving embrace.

  Flora lightly whispered, "Make the flowers grow, Scott..." before snoring softly once more.

  Scott's left eyelid twitched slightly. Between Alexis and this, he would soon be at his breaking point. There was only so much sexiness and denial a man could stand before something had to give!

  A short while later, a low growl echoed through the kitchen as a haunted figure appeared before Pirouette. Blood-shot eyes gazed upon her with great intensity. The creature's presence created a palpable aura of barely controlled insanity as it stalked forward.

  Pirouette blinked then took an involuntary step back. “Scott, you... What are you doing?”

  He rushed forward, grasped Pirouette by the wrist, and then hefted her onto his shoulder. As he walked away purposefully, the dark elf draped across his shoulder, he said, “I’m going to have dinner for br
eakfast.”

  Her eyes widened and then she smiled brightly. “Are you now?”

  He slapped her on her pert ass then nodded once. “Yes.”

  The Dark Elf laughed happily then accepted her fate in a stoic manner. This promised to be quite the interesting breakfast conversation.

  Flora yawned loudly, then blinked and waved at Scott and Pirouette as they rounded the corner that led to Scott's room. She stood before the half-open doorway and offered him a warm smile. “Oh, master. You’re back!”

  Scott walked up to Flora then gently reached out and took her hand. “I’m hungry.”

  The Alraune smiled sweetly then tilted her head to the side. She looked up at him with her wide and innocent eyes. “Oh, are you? Do you want me to get you something?”

  He looked at her for a moment. His eyelid twitching spastically he said. “I desire fruit juice.”

  “Oh? OK! I’ll go and—" Flora began to say with a bright and cheerful tone.

  Scott pulled her to him then locked his gaze with hers. His eyes were the wild eyes of a man who had seen hell, or of an animal that had been pushed into a corner and must act according to instinct for its own survival.

  Flora yelped slightly in surprise, “Oh!”

  She felt his arm lock around her waist and then the hunger in his gaze. Slowly realization arose within her. “Oh...”

  Pirouette glanced down at Flora then waved cutely using only three fingers. The Alraune girl smiled up at her nervously just before the light green complexion of her cheeks took on a darker green tint.

  Scott drew his team mates into his private quarters then ordered the door voice-locked. There would be no entrance and no escape from this breakfast battlefield! He'd had enough of misadventures and random cock-blockery. The time for justice was nigh!

  He wasted no time. Scott plopped Pirouette down on the bed then undid his pants. He cried out a little in a masculine manner and then stood fully erect before them.

  Flora gasped at what she saw. “Master! Are you alright?”

  Pirouette stared at his member for a moment then shook her head. “I’ve heard of blue balls, but a blue everything?”

  Scott looked down at them then pleaded with his eyes. Their reaction was a bit of an exaggeration. His genitalia was only a little darker overall, but there was a slight hint of blue here and there. It was like he'd been kicked in the testicles repeatedly and with much enthusiasm.

  Pirouette turned to Flora. “We need to help him.”

  Flora looked at the other girl with wide and innocent eyes. “How? I’m not able to heal that sort of injury.”

  “Yes, actually... You can,” said Pirouette in a gentle soothing tone.

  “I can?” Flora eyed the engorged and pulsating thing like it was some sort of creature from a horror drama. She was not certain of her ability to heal whatever evil possessed her master as he seemed to need an exorcist more than medical attention.

  “How?” she asked softly, after a moment of consideration. Flora looked to Pirouette for an answer.

  “You have to kiss it and make it better,” said the Dark Elf.

  “Kiss it? Do you mean...?” asked Flora.

  The Dark Elf smiled. “Yes, listen to big sister and help your master.”

  The bridge of Flora’s nose turned dark green and her cheek coloration soon shifted to match. “If... If that’s what he needs...”

  Flora knelt down dutifully on the floor then looked up at Scott. He looked down at her with a pleading expression. He'd seen too much, become so overly stimulated that his body betrayed him.

  The Alraune leaned forward then breathed out a heavy sigh just before her beautiful lips reached the tip. Scott cried out a little as he was so sensitive that even that light contact was both bliss and agony.

  Flora winced then flared her nostrils cutely. She brushed a strand of her hair back, and then leaned forward and tenderly kissed her master’s manhood. Her lips lightly pressed against the very tip of his overly stimulated and engorged member, she looked up at him with an innocent expression.

  Scott gasped out a loud, anguished moan. Flora continued to look up at him, but did not remove her lips from his cock.

  The moment passed. Her master trembled with unspent need as his sweet honeydew girl kissed a gentle trail along his throbbing shaft. Flora brushed her hair back once more then tenderly kissed the base of his manhood before lightly suckling him there.

  Pirouette said, “Let me help you...”

  She reached down and pulled Flora’s hair back so that she would not have to keep brushing it away. The Alraune leaned back then said, “Thank you,” a sweet smile on her lips.

  However, just after she thanked Pirouette for leaning forward to help her, Flora's cheek brushed against Scott’s balls. The over-primed love-pump that is his manhood unleashed its desired release with great force.

  White hot morning frustration shot out in a powerful arc that caught Pirouette in the face. The Dark Elf blinked slowly then looked at Flora. The Alraune’s face turned dark green then even began to take on a pink tinge along her cheeks, a signal that she had gone well beyond her normal embarrassment level.

  “Sorry...” said Flora softly.

  Scott groaned loudly, "I'm not..."

  Some people might be angered by such a sudden occurrence. Pirouette, however, simply ran her finger through her master’s liquid love then presented it toward Flora's lips.

  The Alraune’s blush deepened but her eyelids drooped a little and she leaned in to kiss her big sister’s dainty digit. Her soft green lips tasted her master’s cum, and her eyes widened softly. Her lips parted further then wrapped around Pirouette’s finger. "It tastes salty, but a little sweet."

  "Well, I've been drinking a lot of fruit juice recently," said Scott in a satisfied tone. The swelling had already begun to subside slightly.

  “Flora, you made a mess... Help clean it up?” said Pirouette.

  The Alraune smiled sweetly then leaned up and started to kiss Pirouette's face. Her soft pink tongue slipped out and caressed her master’s love away from the Dark Elf’s cheek in a slow sensual manner.

  The two girls eventually moved back onto the bed and caressed each other a little. After a moment, Flora looked back at Scott then pouted. “Are you still in pain...?”

  Scott said, “Yeah, a little... I didn’t want to disturb you.”

  Honestly, the scene unfolding before him made the hunter begin to feel the pain once more. He refused to interrupt what he was seeing, however. It was far too glorious.

  Flora tilted her hips to the side then righted herself. She pressed her ass back toward him then acquired a thoughtful expression, her gaze slightly pensive. Finally, she said, “I can try to help you again. If you want me too...”

  Scott did not need to be told twice. He moved forward, a pained grimace on his face; he slid his throbbing shaft gently into her hot pink wonderland.

  Flora gasped softly then closed one of her eyes, and looked at Scott out of the other. “So, sudden...”

  Though it sounded like she made a complaint, she wore a warm smile. When Scott started to thrust inside of her she moaned out and clutched Pirouette briefly. However, when she regained her senses she said, “No, please stop... Don’t move it.”

  Scott panted heavily, but managed to slow his rhythm to a crawl. It was practically impossible for him not to want to thrust into her at this point.

  “Don’t move it. Relax. Please, relax,” said Flora gently.

  Scott calmed further, but his eyes widened in surprised when he felt gentle motions within her vagina. It felt as though her pussy was attempting to give his manhood a much needed massage to relieve the hellish tension in his loins.

  Flora smiled sweetly then said, “You have taken good care of me... Let me care for you in your time of need... Scott.”

  Her master nodded one, quickly. He could not even speak at the moment. The gentle forces and sensations that she produced played havoc with his ability to think
.

  Flora gasped once, sweetly, and then bit her lower lip. Her eyes closed and she focused on utilizing her womanly ways to heal her master’s burden.

  Scott soon felt as though she were kissing his cock with her womb. Her vaginal motions were something that no human could match. A sweet scent emanated from within her and he felt a gentle liquid warmth flow down his thighs. She had produced some manner of sweet scented lubricant to act as massage oil.

  The beautiful Alraune gasped softy when Pirouette kissed one of her erect nipples. Soon she felt the sensual blessing of caressing her beloved master even as her new big sister suckled at her heavy breasts.

  It was such a sweet scene, but it had to end eventually. Not long after Scott unleashed his frustrations upon her soft, pink, masseuse he began to feel quite tired. He'd slept only an incredibly short amount of time. Now that his frustrations were attended to, his body relaxed completely. The exhaustion crept up on him once more.

  The girls cuddled with Scott on the bed while his exceptionally happy member continued to be healed by the sweet pink folds of his gentle Alraune lover. She smiled softly while clutching at her sister. She'd never felt so warm before. Involuntarily, her hips pressed toward her master. With each moment that passed, a strong desire for more rose within her.

  "Oh, Scott..." she whispered warmly.

  A soft snore echoed in her ear in response. Flora's eyes widened and then a pout appeared on her sweet lips. "I can't believe you..."

  Pirouette laughed softly and pressed her chest against his back. "Guess you wore him out."

  "I hope not!" Flora's eyes widened even further at the implication. They were not exactly doing anything for long before he passed out.

  He snored once more, this time with far greater volume. The breakfast battle was over. Scott engaged in a wonderful rest that revitalized him completely.

  Flora’s tender ministrations, and a bit of sleep, made Scott into a new man. Well rested, later that day he awoke to a wonderful realization. The black widow was ready to meet and greet everyone. He gathered up the girls and the group made its way to the practice room. It was time to meet their new teammate and potential sister.