"It's nothing to worry about," I said. I lied.
I was very, very worried.
The descent was still a while to come, but if we kept increasing speed it would be an ugly landing. I tried to focus on what was at hand. Other than a couple pairs of ample tits and ass, that is.
The Mana continued to swirl around me, indistinguishable via type. I could see signs of Sugar, signs of Spice, and signs of some other Mana types I didn't know about, but no one Mana type dominated the storm. But there was Sugar, and so I focused. I focused on the deposits of Mana in the clouds.
The storm responded. Lightning bent toward us like welcoming arms. The first arc struck my arm and I felt an electric tingle race up, but it didn't hurt. In fact, it seemed to be pulling me along in its direction.
Catherine gasped against my ear. "Monsieur... it's so beautiful..."
Shala giggled. "Faster, Master Carrot! Make the storm our playground~"
We slid from arc to arc, bodies twisting in freefall ballet. Each lightning kiss sent jolts straight through me and often directed toward my cock. My skin began to glow golden, while they began to shimmer violet and pink.
We went at this for a while, even ascending at times until I wondered if I would actually be able to ride the Mana arcs all the way back up. Sure, it would take a while, but I wouldn't have minded spending an extra bit of time with these two.
But eventually the storm pulled us in deep into one of the Mana condensations and threw us out the other side, or at least that's what it felt like before we crash landed on some soft, mossy ground. The impact knocked the breath from my lungs. Catherine and Shala rolled off me in a tangle of limbs, laughing breathlessly.
We were on an island. Exotic flowers bloomed in impossible colors while their petals dripped nectar that smelled like sex. I could hear the sound of waterfalls.
But something was wrong. The air tasted... Salty.
I looked down. White crystalline veins crawled across the ground like frostbite. Several beautiful women who looked like they lived here stood in frozen poses. Their skin was cracked with Salt. They were like the Salt Miners, but without any of the associated power. They were victims of the Salt rather than wielders of it.
Catherine rose to her knees beside me. "Monsieur... we must help them."
Shala bounced up, ears twitching. "Yeah! Why are they all looking like that, anyway?"
I could only guess that this island was used as one of the platforms the Salt King used to propel him and his minions up to greater and greater heights until they could reach the In Between.
One victim, a lithe elf with silver hair, turned toward us. She moved with jerky, desperate grace, hands reaching.
"We need... Sugar..."
I nodded. "We have a duty to help them," I said. I felt the duty strongly in me. Most especially around my cock. I wasn't even completely positive that Sugar was the answer to what they needed.
"But they can't all be Sugar Babies?" I added.
"They don't need to be Sugar Babies to receive Sugar, just to bond with it," Catherine said. "The Sugar will help rid the Salt from them."
Perfect, I thought.
"Stay close," I told my Sugar Babies. "This might get intense."
I approached the silver-haired elf. She lunged at me and weakly attempted to claw at my chest, but I caught her wrists gently. It was the Salt talking, not her. Her skin was cold, Salt flaking off in powdery clouds.
"Easy," I murmured. "I'm here to help."
She whimpered, hips grinding against my thigh instinctively. "It... burns... so empty..."
I channeled Sugar through my palms. Golden light flowed into her, chasing away the Salt veins. She moaned. The crystals cracked and dissolved. Her eyes cleared, grateful.
"Thank you... Master..."
She dropped to her knees and kissed the head of my cock reverently, tongue swirling once before I gently guided her aside. "Later," I promised. "First, your friends."
One by one, I moved through the thralls. There was a curvaceous horned woman that reminded me of Princess, but she had crimson skin. I guessed she was a succubus. There was also a petite fox-girl with nine Salt-crusted tails and a tall Amazonian warrior woman whose muscles still flexed powerfully despite the corruption.
Each time I touched them, poured Sugar into their cores, the Salt shattered. They gasped, shuddered, and a couple even came instantly from the infusion alone. I smiled as I watched their pussies clench on nothing, juices dripping down their thighs. Another collapsed into my arms, kissing me desperately.
By the time I finished I had gone through eight newly-freed women, bodies flushed and glistening and ripe for fucking.
The island's air cleared, at least near the area we were in. Catherine pressed against my left side, stroking my abs. "Monsieur, you saved them all!"
Shala nuzzled my right arm, tail wagging. "Big Carrot's a real hero~ Now... reward time!?"
The freed women murmured agreement, closing in. Hands roamed my chest, thighs, cock. Soft lips brushed my neck and shoulders.
The orgy began.
I took the succubus first. I bent her over and slamming into her dripping pussy from behind while she moaned. She did not know my name but moaned for her Master.
Her tail wrapped around my waist, urging me deeper. Catherine knelt beneath us, tongue lapping at where we joined, cleaning every drop that spilled.
The fox-girl and elf took turns sucking my balls.
I fucked them in every combination, Sugar building up and spreading with each climax. While bonds didn't form, it was still a magical experience to me. I still left them marked and mine. When they ached for cock, it was mine they ached for.
The tall Amazonian woman was the most fun. She was strong and powerful even in her weakened state, and taller than me. But even she bowed down before my cock and was one of the hungriest for it. When I bent her over and had my way with her from behind, it felt just as much like conquering as it was having sex.
Catherine kissed my jaw softly. "Monsieur, you're incredible."
One of the freed thralls, the elf, propped herself on an elbow, eyes shining.
"How did you know to come for us, Master?"
"I didn't," I said honestly. "We were falling, and we kind of rode the Mana until it dropped us off here. I assumed it was one of the places the Salt Miners ran through and used as a jumping off platform or something."
The tall Amazonian woman shook her head. "We have been slaves to the Salt for a long time. We were entrusted as guardians over this island to prevent the island's beast from causing havoc on the floors in the Hotel."
"... and what was causing the beast to not cause havoc?"
"The Salt," the Amazonian said. "We had forgotten in our thrall state, but yes... it was a sacrifice we made to—"
The ground shook violently.
Whatever beast it was, it was free now.