Font of Fertility Ch. 38 (Beta)

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All Characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older.

This story is a continuation of the Font of Fertility series. I suggest starting with Chapter 1 if you have not already. This chapter includes public sex, magic sex, D/s play, exhibtion/voryeurism, MF, MFF and MFFF.

Jeremiah and Aidra take a quick trip to meet Jordan and experiment.

Returning Dramatis Personae

• Jeremiah ‘Jerry’ Grant - Seat of Fertility, aka. Powerful Sex Shaman

• Aidra Allard - Petite goth girl from Jerry and Lauren’s school, Fuck buddy, Witch

• Jordan - Concubine/Submissive, Redheaded writer friend

• Lauren Baxley - Public girlfriend, Jerry’s Prime in the magic world, closest friend and confidant

• Anna ‘Other Anna’ - Yaroslav’s Prime, magical media mogul

• Helka - Other Anna’s tall, blonde ‘Swedish bikini team’ assistant

• Esmerelda - Seat of Death, aka. Powerful Death Wizard, second-youngest Seat, weirdo

Referenced Characters

• Ramona Allard - Local Witch, mother of Aidra, well-endowed MILF

• Zena Washington - Black high school music student and track star, ‘all legs’ athletic, Ascended, into being Dominated/Ordered.

• Lindsey Parker - Girlfriend/Concubine, gal-genius, former neighbour of the Baxleys

• Angela ‘Angie’ Dawkins - Girlfriend/Concubine, Lindsey’s friend from back in high school

• Benji - Jerry’s guy friend from high school, the one with the attitude

• Jay Douglas - Jerry’s best guy friend from high school

• Beth Winters - Tall, blonde Polish girl from high school with a great ass, Emily’s close frenemy

• Emily Roberts - Cheerleader classmate of Jerry and Lauren. Total bitch. Tried to get Jerry to show her his cock.

• Maria Lancaster - Hot half-Latina mean girl from high school, perpetual naive expression, in Emily’s clique

• Amara - Miami Cuban hottie hook-up

• Tala - Schoolmate for Jerry and Lauren, a dancer, the virgin from New Year’s

• Moira - Real estate agent from the city

• Annalise Stoker - Concubine/Girlfriend, Fire Mage

• Yaroslav - Seat of Life, aka. Powerful Experience Wizard, stoner/partier

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“OK, that was cool as shit,” Aidra said as she held my hand while we walked down the unfamiliar corridor. “But, uh, where are we? Because it wasn’t that snowy outside back home.” She gestured out the windows to the very snowy winter campus sprawling outside the building.

“We’re at BYU,” I said, giving her hand a squeeze. I’d held it to teleportal us and neither one of us had been inclined to let go yet. It felt too good. Too… too much of what we were supposed to be avoiding.

“What?” Aidra barked a little loudly, drawing the curious eyes of various university students and staff walking down the corridor ahead and behind us. She dropped her voice quickly to a whisper. “Why are we among the Mormons? Wait, you’re not thinking that because you have a harem that polygamy is how society should work, right? Also, we can’t get wild here - I applied to go here because their program is too good to pass up even with the weird Mormony… Jerry?”

I’d been trying to suppress my snicker at her guessing what we were doing, but then that last thing she’d said had hit me like I’d stepped on a rake and gotten smacked in the nuts and the head. At the same time.

“Fuck,” I grunted.

“What is it?” she asked, grabbing my other hand as well and pulling me to the side. “Did something happen?”

“Something didn’t happen,” I said, my stomach in a knot. I was so dead. “I missed the application deadline.”

“For BYU? Aren’t you and Lauren set on Cardinal?”

“For all of them,” I choked out, closing my eyes and feeling like a complete idiot.

Aidra let out a strained snort as she covered her mouth with one hand.

“It’s not funny,” I whispered. We were drawing looks again and I sat down on a hallway bench to try and blend in better.

“It’s kind of funny,” Aidra smirked at me.

“I’ve just had a lot going on,” I said. “I was supposed to… shit.”

“You have,” she said, still smirking and shaking her head. “And you were.” She snorted again. “Seriously, though, like… do you really need to go to college? Aren’t you going to be a little busy… for the rest of forever?”

I sighed and shook my head. “Probably not, but Lauren and I have done a lot of talking about what we need to do to not be… them. And a big part of that is not losing touch with who we would be without my powers or position. If I don’t go to college, I lose out on having the experience of it. I want that experience.”

“You do know not everyone gets that experience, right?” Aidra asked. “I think the stat is like 60% of people do at least a year, and it just goes down from there.”

“... Yeah, OK. I don’t need college to be normal. But it still represents staying in tune with the life we would have had if not. Does that make sense?”

Aidra sighed and rolled her eyes, letting go of my hand to grab my face with both of her hands and smoosh my cheeks together. “You do realise how frustratingly cute you are, right? Like, it’s kind of disgusting.”

“You’re pretty cute too,” I mumbled through my forced-pursed lips.

She grinned and winked at me, then let my face go and stepped closer, standing between my legs as I sat on the bench so that I was looking up at her a bit. This put her boobs right at my eye level and she smirked, knowing what she was doing. “Well, the good news is that if you really want to do the whole college thing and keep complicating your life with multiple things going on, then it’s not that hard for you to fix this little fuck up. You just need to find out who works in the Admissions office at Cardinal and get you, me and Lauren fast-tracked.”

“I-” I started to argue, but my brain followed two logical paths away from what she said. The first was that I felt a bit bad manipulating the Admissions system like that - if I forced my way in, was I taking someone else’s spot? Someone who deserved it and didn’t miss the deadline and who wouldn’t constantly be battling for time like I would be?

The other was that Aidra had included herself in the fast-tracking.

“-You?” I asked, pivoting.

She bit her lip, not in one of those sexy ways but in an ‘Oh, fuck’ sort of way as she looked up and away from me and sighed. Then she looked back down at me. “Yeah, me too. I’m not saying that I’m definitely going to go to Cardinal with you and Lauren, OK? But I’m not saying I wouldn’t either. It’s not like it has a great program for what either of us want to do, but it would have some… major perks.”

“Aidra,” I said, sliding my hands from the sides of her thighs to the back, loosely hugging her. “You don’t need to be at the same school as us to have those perks, OK? I’m… You are a special part of our lives. We’ve always been friendly even if you weren’t in our core social circle. Now you’re way more in than most of our social circle.”

“More like you get nice and deep in my tight little social circles,” she chuckled.

“True,” I rolled my eyes. “And I do love stretching them. But for real, Aidra. I know it hasn’t been long since things changed, but…”

“I know,” she said, and then surprised me by putting her hands over my lips, stopping me from saying more. She looked at me intensely. “I know, Jeremiah. Just… don’t say it, OK? I thought we agreed on that.”

I nodded, reassuring her. If we said it, we’d fuck up her life. We’d also be breaking the deal I made with her Mother, which would have other ramifications.

She stopped covering my mouth and hugged me behind my neck, pulling my face between her little breasts and against her sternum. “Thanks,” she murmured.

“I understand, I accept, I wish it was different,” I told her, hugging her back still behind her thighs.

She leaned down and kissed the top of my head sweetly, then let out a sigh and a scoff. “Jesus, we’re being soft as fuck,” she chuckled. She let go of me and turned, sitting down on my knee and smirking at me, the moment over. “Or is Jesus even a decent curse in Mormonland? I literally do not know anything about Mormons other than something-something Utah, something-something Polygamy, something-something Book of Mormon.”

“I think technically the Mormons still believe in Jesus but like… more Jesus. Or something,” I said. “But you’re right, we need to get on with this.” I gave her a rub on the small of her back, encouraging her to stand, and she did before reaching for my hand and holding it again.

“Well, the way you were talking about the hoodoo,” she said, wiggling the fingers on her other hand to make it clear she was talking about magic without saying the word. “I’m expecting something fun. Plus Lauren is gonna be pissed if this whole thing isn’t worth it.”

“I’m gonna be paying Lauren back for this no matter what,” I chuckled. “This is going to be a ‘first’ moment that she’s missing out on, so I’m going to need to come up with something big to make it up to her.”

“Ooh, interesting,” Aidra smirked. “Now what is it?”

“I think we’re almost… here,” I said, stopping in front of a pair of double doors and checking my phone quickly.

“Where is here?” Aidra asked.

I peeked through the little windows in the door and saw that the lecture hall was about what I’d expected. Not huge, but with ten rows of seats maybe six across on either side of a central aisle. A professor was lecturing from a lectern at the front, working a slideshow from his laptop.

And Jordan, my quirky, pretty girlfriend was sitting in the front row. She was wearing a loose knit sweater with big chunky buttons over a T-shirt and a pair of jeans, along with a pair of chunky black boots and a tan, floppy beanie with her long red hair loose and hanging over her shoulders. Her attention was on the lecturer and she was sitting with her legs crossed, but I could tell immediately that she was nervously excited because she was chewing on the end of her pen and bouncing her foot.

She didn’t know why I’d asked her to send me a pin of where her class was happening, just that I had.

“Alright,” I said, looking back to Aidra. “I’m going to cast a spell on us and my girlfriend in there.”

“Your- Oh,” Aidra said. “Jordan goes to BYU. Fuck, how did I not put that together?”

“Right,” I said, grinning a little. Getting Jordan and Aidra together sexually was something I definitely wanted to make happen - Aidra had a dominant streak with just about everyone other than me, Lauren and the Harem, and I had a feeling she just needed some permission to be more dominant with most of the girls. Jordan being a majorly kinky submissive, and both of them trusting me, would probably make some sexual fireworks. That wasn’t what today was about though. “So I’m going to put a spell on the three of us that makes people’s attention sort of slide around us. We’re not invisible, but they’ll ignore anything we do or the direct ramifications of it, and they won’t remember it.”

“That’s how you disappeared in class,” Aidra said. “And I noticed it but didn’t really register it until I really thought about it.”

“Exactly,” I nodded.

“So what did you do when we were in class?” she asked quietly. “Wait- is that why I got more horny all of a sudden? You did something to me?”

“I was testing the limits of the spell,” I said. “You didn’t notice when I took off your boot-”

“That was you?!” she chuckled. “I thought I just mindlessly kicked it off when I had to put it back on.”

“It was. And then I slid my hands from my shoulders to your chest and teased you a bit,” I said.

She got a little twinkle in her eye as her cheeks flushed. “Is it weird that I think it’s kind of hot, you playing with me when I don’t know it?”

“Not as weird as you might think it is,” I said softly. “Jordan is super into anything like that, and with prior consent I’d bet Linds and Lauren would also be down to at least try it. But today is more about exhibitionism. So, like I said, I’ll cast the spell, then I’m going to go in there and I’m going to fuck Jordan in front of all her classmates and her Professor, and you can watch.”

“They aren’t going to be able to see me too, right?”

“They can- Technically no, but in effect yes,” I said, suppressing my inner urge to nerdily correct her.

“So I can get off while watching you two?” Aidra asked.

I snorted softly and leaned down, using a finger under her chin to tilt her lips up to mine as I kissed the little goth. “You’re going to make it hard for me not to want to fuck you too, aren’t you?” I murmured.

She grinned and gave me another little peck on the lips. “Damn straight.”

I pulled away, shaking my head, and focused on the spell. We didn’t have forever to get all of this going and we’d already burned daylight, stopping to talk as I remembered I was, in fact, still kind of an idiot at times.

Focusing on the spell in the form I’d cast it back in English class, I started making some tweaks. Expanding it to cover myself, Aidra and Jordan increased the cost in magical power it would take, and I had to do some mental gymnastics to figure out how to look at the idea of it not affecting the three of us towards each other as a limitation instead of an addition. Then I realised I could put a spatial limitation on it, limiting the ‘ignorance’ effect on us only as long as we were inside the room - then I expanded that just a little more to a few feet outside the room so that we could open the door unimpeded. A super quick mental check didn’t bring up any other ideas for limiting factors, so I let the spell release into the pool of power that was constantly simmering in the back of my consciousness and it oozed in and started to dissolve away, the fireworks and spell merging and shrinking in moments as it released out into the Real.

It didn’t feel like anything, and yet I had a sensation of it like I had an extra sense - like how touching my own arm felt different from someone else touching it.

I released my breath, the trickle of the spell slowly using power more on my mind this time, and I looked down at Aidra.

“Well?” she asked. “That’s it?”

“That’s it,” I said.

“Not exactly as dramatic as the teleporting,” she smirked.

“You don’t exactly shoot laser beams from your eyes when you give someone the ‘Ol’ Evil Eye’,” I pointed out.

She snorted and shrugged. “Fair,” she said.

I shook my head and then reached around her, grabbing her by the ass with both hands and lifting her up to kiss her as I pressed her against the doorframe. She moaned, wrapping her arms around my neck and holding me to her as she arched her back. We kissed for a good, long fifteen seconds before I pulled back and nodded in the direction of the hallway where people were still walking up and down, headed to other parts of the building. No one had been staring or scoffing at our majorly inappropriate PDA. “Proof?” I asked.

“Hot,” she grinned. “Now get in there and show me the real proof.”

I let Aidra down, giving her cute little butt one last squeeze, before I straightened my clothes and took a breath, then gave her a wink before pushing open the door to the lecture hall.

The drone of the lecturer’s voice didn’t stop or hesitate. A single pair of eyes were the only ones that glanced over towards me as I entered, and Jordan almost looked away since I kind of looked like just another student arriving late, before they went wide and she sat up slightly in her seat. Her jaw dropped a little as she smiled. Then her eyes glanced back to the lecturer, and back to me, and she looked around quickly and then back to me again.

I strode toward her confidently, sure of the spell. Sure that she was going to love this. The lecture hall was maybe two-thirds full, Jordan’s classmates showing a variety of ways they dealt with the Utah winter - though, to be fair, they all also sort of had a uniformness to them. There were only a few Hispanic students, one black guy up in the top corner of the room, and one Asian girl sitting one seat over from Jordan with their bags both on the seat between them. The majority were very white. Their dress was where the variance was; some of them were in sweats, looking like they’d woken up minutes before the class started. Others were in business casual that I could have seen my Dad going to work in. And then there was a big mix and match in between.

Despite all of this - every new face, every new thing in the room - my eyes were entirely for Jordan. I walked up to her, reaching into my pocket and pulling out the long silver lead I’d gotten her. She’d had me hold onto it rather than keeping it with her collar, and it had taken a fraction of a teleportal spell to reach into my pants pocket and pull it from the pocket of another pair of pants where I knew it had been. That was a spell system I was going to need to develop further, but my mind was occupied with something else at the moment.

Jordan’s eyes were wide and full of nervous energy, lust and love. I pulled the leash out as I reached her and gently brought it forward, clipping it onto her septum piercing. She gasped a little as I did it, her eyes staying locked with mine and not looking around at all - I’d started a game, and she trusted me. Trusted me that if I decided everyone in the room would see her on a leash, that’s what would happen. And that if I didn’t, I’d already taken care of it.

I lifted the leash and she followed before it had to tug on her at all, standing to her full height, eyes still locked with mine. Once she was upright I stepped forward, sliding my thumb from her chin and up the line of her jaw as I cupped her by the side of the neck. She leaned into my touch, her eyes soft and wanting, and I pulled her into a kiss even as I gently kept the silver chain out of the way. 

Jordan moaned softly as I kissed her, surrounded by her classmates. The lecturer didn’t falter, his voice rising and falling as he got a little more passionate about his subject but otherwise not breaking his monologue.

I pulled back from the kiss, smiling as I looked into Jordan’s pretty eyes, and then I took a step back.

“Strip, my slut,” I said firmly.

She sucked in a breath, nervous and excited, and immediately shrugged off her sweater and let it fall to her seat. We had to unclip her leash to allow her to pull off her t-shirt, and she took the moment to strip off her little bralette as well, baring her pierced nipples to the entire room. Her cheeks were flushed and it travelled down her pale neck to her chest, but she didn’t hesitate as she tilted her chin up, silently asking to be re-leashed. Once I’d clipped it back into place she kicked off her boots while she was unbuckling her belt and jeans and swiftly pushed them and her thong down her legs, leaving her completely naked.

“Ever had this dream?” I asked her with a little grin.

She coughed out a laugh, shaking her head. “No. I’ve never been the ‘forgot to put on pants’ nightmare person,” she grinned, looking around properly for the first time at all her classmates. No one was looking at her, though the ones in the rows directly behind her were sort of looking through the two of us. She visibly shivered, then turned back around and focused on Aidra. My little goth slut had followed me into the lecture hall and grabbed the seat closest to the door. “Hey, Aidra,” she said confidently, giving her a little wave. “It’s nice to meet you. Especially like this.”

“You look hot as fuck,” Aidra grinned back, waving as well. “Love the tattoos. And your hair is to die for.”

“Thanks,” Jordan chirped, running her hands over the star constellations she had circling her torso. Her beanie had come off while she’d been taking off her T-shirt and she quickly ran her fingers through her hair to make sure it was reasonably straight before she settled her shoulders, stood up straight and then crossed her arms behind her back, turning her focus back on me. “I’m so happy to see you and be used by you, Sir,” she said.

I smiled warmly, knowing that this sort of thing was exactly the kinky shit that Jordan had been dreaming of and searching for, just enhanced by the reality of magic.

“Come, my beloved little slut,” I said. And, with the leash raised so she could watch it without needing to be painfully pulled around by her nose, I started to walk. She followed, crossing in front of the class back and forth a few times, then up the centre aisle of the lecture hall until we reached the top. Once we were there I stopped her and had her slowly turn in a circle before I had her walk ahead of me down the stairs, the leash draped over her shoulder as I watched her butt wiggle with each step down.

At the bottom of the stairs I took the lead again, circling her around the professor a few times before standing her right next to him, looking up at all her classmates. She stood, in the nude, right beside the object of all their attention, and as I stood behind her I could see her skin starting to goosepimple as her flush started to come back, slowly creeping down her neck to her shoulders.

Jordan sucked in a breath through her nose as I slipped my hands around her waist and hip, sliding them flat against her skin and feeling the warmth of her. I loved just touching my girls - up until Lauren and I got together in December, I would never have guessed that I’d felt ‘touch deprived’ or something. It’s not like I didn’t get hugs from Lauren or my Parents, or Stacey when she’d been around and visiting. But holding hands, having a hand just comfortably on a leg, or an ass cheek, or a stomach like this… maybe I’d always been destined to feel a certain way about physical intimacy.

I slowly slid my hands up and down Jordan’s thin torso, one travelling up to brush across her nipples and cup her little boob while the other slid down to her smooth mound, feeling the heat under her skin change slightly as I got closer and closer to her pussy.

“You are a thing of sexual desire,” I murmured to her, getting close enough that the bulge in my pants pressed to the upper curve of her ass and I nuzzled my nose into the hair at her neck, filling myself with the soft, vanilla smell of her hair wash. “Every man and woman in this room would be blessed just to see you like this, Jordan. They would dream of you from this moment on. Of your beautiful submission. Your delicious body. Your intelligent intensity. But you’re mine. My personal concubine whore. My lustful slave lover. My beloved little slut.”

“Oh, Jeremiah,” she moaned in a strained tone like it was escaping her lips despite her wanting to stay silent for me. And the way it sounded it was like she was saying ‘Oh, God,’ but my name had filled that spot in her vocabulary.

I let my fingers travel a little further south, sliding onto and through her labia, finding her very wet already.

“What am I going to do with you, love slut?” I asked her.

“Anything you want, Sir,” she gasped. My finger had prodded into her, just the tip of it around the silky, sodden ridge of her entrance. “Please use me any way you can imagine.”

“First I want this mouth,” I growled quietly, sliding my other hand up from her tit to her throat but not stopping, letting it climb until I was slipping two fingers between her lips so she could suck on them briefly. “Then I think I’m going to feed this hungry little pussy.”

“Hmm,” Jordan whimpered around my fingers, leaning back into me just a little bit.

“And I’m going to do it right here, love slut,” I continued, swapping to whisper into her other ear. “Right in front of your entire class, where only because of my magic they can’t see you as the utter whore for me that you are.”

She whimpered again, her knees trembling a little, and I slid my finger a little deeper into her.

“Of course, my other little slut will be watching us. And she’ll know, and will try to compete with you to take your spot in the future as my most dedicated submissive darling,” I murmured, a spark of intuition making me guess that setting up the two to compete, at least until I got them together in a room to figure out their hierarchies, would only heighten the fun.

“Jeremiah,” Jordan whimpered as I took my fingers from her mouth where she’d been sucking and tonguing them. She said it again like she was gasping, ‘God.’

“Knees,” I ordered her, and she immediately dropped to her knees, assuming a submissive posture. I came around to her side, and with a gesture summoned her to turn as well so she was side-on to the lecture hall, her back to the professor. “Take it out,” I said, and she immediately reached up and started to undo my belt. It didn’t take long at all for her to undo my pants and pull them and my briefs down, my cock bouncing out about three-quarters hard and dancing inches from her lips.

But she didn’t reach for it, even though her eyes followed it hungrily. Instead, she sat back on her heels, rolling her lips in and pressing them together tightly for a moment as she raised her eyes to mine, asking permission to continue.

Instead of giving it, I reached forward myself, softly gathering her long copper-red hair back into a ponytail at the back of her head. This had me leaning forward more, my cockhead literally bumping her nose, and once I had her hair firmly secured in one fist I tilted her head by my handhold and stepped a little closer, letting my cock rub across her face. Jordan moaned out a hot breath at this, closing her eyes as she surrendered to the feeling of the public debasement, my hot cock on her skin, and the sexual moment.

“OK, Jordie,” I said. “You may begin.”

It was half a blowjob and half a face fucking, and I only did half of the rough face fucking. Most of my activity was just keeping the leash out of the way. It was hard to know if Jordan was just being Jordan, or if it was the situation, or if it was my suggestion that she was in competition, but I was struck once again by how Jordan took the art of the blowjob to an entirely new stratosphere because she didn’t just love me, or my cock, or doing the activity - she threw herself into sucking my cock like it was her entire purpose in life. Like she intended for me to know I could use her for this and only this for the rest of her existence and she would be more than fulfilled.

The sounds of her sloppy gagging, slurping and gasping cut through the lecture hall around the voice of the lecturer, and not a single person glanced in our direction. Except one.

Aidra was watching from her seat, wide-eyed and chewing on her bottom lip. Her black jeans were pulled down around her ankles, along with her thong, and her pale knees were spread wide to either side as she fingered herself openly. When she saw me glancing over at her she grinned and used both hands to spread her pretty little cunt wide, flashing me her most intimate pink interior in a lewd display of horny sex.

I blew her a kiss, and she pretended to catch it and then shove it up her pussy with two fingers and fuck herself with it.

Jordan brought my attention back to her when she pressed her nose against my pelvic bone, swallowing my cock into her throat and gagging noisily.

When I finally pulled her lips from my cock, they were red. Spittle coated her chin and cheeks and had spattered down onto her chest. Her eyes were watering and her makeup smudged horrendously. She gasped for air but was also grinning widely. Joyous at a job well done.

“Come here,” I groaned, going down to her and rolling her back onto her ass on the ground. She spread her legs quickly and I didn’t wait a moment to get my cock into position and roughly spear into her and start thrusting.

“Oh, fuck,” Jordan moaned, hooking her slender legs around my waist as she clung on for dear life as I started to fuck her hard and fast. “Fuck. Use me. Use me, Sir. Please, use me, use me, use me.”

I pummeled her. I fucked her hard and raw. Jordan rode the ecstasy of our coupling like a bull rider, rocking with the heaving and ferocity and laughing in joy. I kissed her hard and her tongue pressed between my lips, seeking me out until she moaned and came, her pussy squelching as it bubbled with her juices.

Then I pulled out of her, stood her up on her wobbly legs, and had her grab the lectern as I entered her from behind.

“Oh, Jeremiah,” Jorden moaned at the volume of a yell as I held her with one hand on her waist, the other gripping the hair at the back of her skull, and I gave her five savage thrusts with my cock.

“Fuck,” I heard Aidra groan over in her seat somewhere behind me.

I let go of Jordan’s hair and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her upright and turning us again so she was looking out at her fellow college students in the audience. “You’re mine, Jordan,” I growled. “You are mine. The rules of the magical world say I should be taking anyone slightly to my fancy, using them to fuel my power, but you are one of the few I desire. You are part of my heart. You are mine.”

“Jeremiah,” she whispered another whimper, her body shaking as she came again despite her rocking with each thrust of my cock into her steamy cunt.

I slowed, letting her catch her breath for a moment, and she hung her head as she laughed a little drunkenly. When she got her wits back she tossed her long hair to the side, looking back over her shoulder at me, reminding me that that silver chain leash was still dangling from her septum piercing. I reached around her to take it off but she caught my hand with hers, her eyes silently asking me to leave it, so I brought her fingers to my lips and kissed them instead.

“May I please show you a couple of the hot, wet twats who are going to be worshipping your cock when you make an official visit, Sir?” Jordan suddenly asked. She paired the question with wiggling her butt back against me, stirring my cock in her.

“They’re in this room?” I asked.

She nodded and grinned, putting her hands over mine and weaving our fingers together before slowly stepping away from me, my cock pulling out of her completely and her letting our hands fall to the side and pulling me with her. I followed up the stairs into the third row, scooting around a couple of guys who were busy taking notes until she stopped at an open seat just next to a cute little brunette coed who was bundled up in a big sweater, busy taking notes on a laptop. I stepped close to Jordan, my cock pressing against her back as I hugged her from behind. She raised her arms over her head to run her fingers through my hair, which would have been displaying her entire naked front to her friend if the magic wasn’t making her ignore us.

“This is Trisha,” Jordan hummed. “She’s kinky as fuck and pretends to be a totally repressed Mormon girl, but as soon as she has a sip of booze in her she gets wild. Her and her boyfriend have convinced themselves that anal isn’t sex, so she claims to still be a virgin and they don’t consider it cheating. She also doesn’t consider anything with other girls cheating, so she’ll watch me gagging on your cock before you throw her around the bed and fuck her plump little butt while she eats me out.”

“Not sure I’m into fucking someone else with a boyfriend, Jordie,” I sighed. 

“He fucks around on her too, as long as it’s anal or soaking,” Jordan snorted, smirking. “Seriously, Sir, they aren’t gonna last through the year. That or they’ll get married and have an unhappy marriage for the next twenty years by their own choice. If anything, you blowing her mind and carving up her ass good enough to make her second-guess her relationship would be a good thing.”

I sighed, shaking my head. Trisha was cute…

“We’ll see,” I said.

“Mmm, OK,” Jordan hummed, turning in my arms and kissing me lightly on the lips, then slipping by me and taking my hand to lead me back. She led me back to the front row, planting her hands on the armrests on either side of the Asian girl she’d been sitting next to, bending at the waist and arching her back, silently requesting my attention. I snorted softly and stepped up, sliding my cock back into her pretty pink pussy as she moaned in this new friend’s face. “This is Violet,” she crooned. “She’s Japanese and has some to-die-for tits hidden under her sweater. Big and bouncy like Lindsey’s, with puffy areolas that she loves to have sucked on. I’ve had the most sex with her here other than Ashley, but it’s always just been a fun stress reliever when we’ve been studying our asses off. She’s not really kinky at all, so it’ll mostly just be some basic fun, but she does have a thing for taking two dildos at once so I bet we can get her to try something new if I put on a strap-on.”

Violet was gorgeous, and part of me wondered if Lauren would be annoyed if Jordan started racking up too many ‘firsts’ over her simply because she had a bigger, wider net of people to pull from. 

“She sounds like fun,” I grunted, slowly fucking into Jordan with easy strokes.

“Wanna see her tits?” Jordan asked. “She wouldn’t know if I pulled up her shirt, right?”

I almost said yes, but groaned instead and wrapped my hands under her tight stomach and lifted her up so her feet were off the ground and she was speared on my cock, turning in place as she gasped and laughed. I carried her a few feet towards the side of the room and then set her back down, pulling her off of me and manhandling her to turn around. Then I picked her back up, both hands on her tight little skinny butt and she caught on quickly as she wrapped her legs around my waist and I speared up into her again. Soon she had her arms around my shoulders, hugging herself body tight against mine as she used her legs, hips and core to help with the fucking motions as I raised and lowered her on my cock.

“Oh, Jeremiah,” she mumbled. “Oh, thank you, Sir.”

I had to let go of her ass with one hand to grab the silver leash hanging from her nose, yanking it out from between us. I looped it loosely around her neck, resting on her shoulders like a wide necklace piece, and with it now more loose I was able to kiss her with the slack pressed between our lips, our tongues dancing around that symbol of her submission to me, and my loving dominance over her. 

“I’m going to come in you, darling slut,” I moaned to her.

“Yes, please, Sir,” she gasped.

She’d orgasmed more than enough times that I’d lost track of all the little shudders she’d been wriggling through, so I didn’t hold back anymore as I groaned in my chest and pulled her ass tight to me as I unloaded five pulsing jets into her. My orgasm was a glorious buzz through my body, and the extra burst of fireworks as I released into a woman I loved and cared for was a glorious rush that matched the feeling - it also crystallized to me a snapshot of my current power usage. I’d had the Ignore Me spell running for the three of us for maybe twenty minutes, and it had been gobbling up all the sexual energy Jordan and I had been producing, but had only drained me a little bit. The ‘finale boost’ of finishing in her made the overall encounter ‘worth it’ in terms of magical batteries, even if I already considered it a win just because I’d been able to give her (and Aidra) a good time.

Jordan slowly lowered her legs from around my waist and I lowered her down, my cock pivoting in her until it started to slip out as she went flat on her feet. She scooped forward with her hips, keeping me in her as she closed her eyes and moaned through pursed lips.

“Fuck, Jeremiah,” she groaned. “God, I love that feeling of you just owning my cunt. Flooding me. I’m gonna be leaking for hours and I don’t give one flying fuck.”

I chuckled, taking her skinny hips in my hands and grinding my cock in her a few times as a soft squelching came from where we were joined. Then I pulled away and she pouted a little smile at me as my cock slurped out of her, but I didn’t pull away fully and instead gathered her up in my arms and hugged her tightly, burying my face in her hair so I could whisper into her ear. “I love you, Jordan,” I murmured. “Now go show Aidra how much fun it’s going to be when I get you two together properly. She’s as kinky and horny as you are. Finish her off with that wicked tongue of yours.”

“Hmmhmmhmm,” Jordan hummed a laugh, and there was a playful look in her eyes as she pulled back from me with a grin. “My pleasure, Sir.”

She turned and I let her go.

Aidra’s eyes went wide as she realised she was about to join the show that had ended a few feet in front of her. I’d moved Jordan there on purpose after the moment of fucking in front of her Japanese friend, and had known in the back of my mind that Aidra was enjoying the fuck out of playing with herself as she watched the live sex show but that she wouldn’t really get off. She was still sitting in the same seat, but had kicked one leg out of her pants and had her leg up over the armrest of the seat, spread wide open with two fingers working her pussy and her other hand groping under her shirt. Her eyes hadn’t left me and Jordan the entire time. Now she dropped her jaw open as my redheaded vixen of a submissive girlfriend dropped to her knees, pulled Aidra’s fingers out of her by the wrist, mashed her lips against Aidra’s pussy in a noisy slurping that made Aidra squeak out a yelp and then moan long and low as she wove both hands into the hair on top of Jordan’s head and started grinding her hips forcefully.

I couldn’t be left out, so I went and joined them, putting one foot up on the seat next to Aidra and then stepping over them both to balance precariously with my foot on the opposite armrest. This brought my messy, cum-and-cream covered cock to Aidra’s face, and she looked up at me with a nasty grin before sucking it between her lips, starting to clean me off even while she began to ride her way towards a big, fresh orgasm of her own.

- - - - -

“Serves you right for not bringing me,” Lauren smirked.

I was cramming my mouth with my lunch, eating quickly at my locker since I only had five minutes left of lunch. It hadn’t taken long to get the three of us back into ‘good order’ once Aidra had gotten hers, but it had been necessary. Aidra had started to naturally cream up again, which she still swore had only started happening once we were hooking up, and it got all over Jordan’s lips, nose and chin, and then all over Aidra’s as well when they kissed messily. A quick Clean-up spell had gotten us sorted though and the two of them had dressed and then hugged, and Jordan told Aidra to get her number from Lauren.

Then Aidra and I had teleportaled out of the lecture hall and back to school with ten minutes to spare. 

She’d given me a kiss in the hallway that was hot enough that it could have started us right back up again, and gave me a look like she kind of wanted that to be the case. “Thank you,” she’d said though. “That was hot as fuck. And you have permission to do whatever you want to me like that, or without me realising it, OK?” Then she’d winked, bit her lip and gave me a ‘Seriously, any time,’ look, and then gone off to speed-eat her own lunch before fixing her makeup.

I’d let Lauren know we were back psychically, and she’d come to find me at my locker.

“M’sorreh,” I mumbled around my mouthful, covering my mouth as I chewed a couple more times and then swallowed. “I’d experimented in English and told Aidra, and I figured since you’re going to be witness to stuff with Zena and I’d used Aidra to experiment a little…”

“It’s fine, Jerry,” Lauren sighed, smirking as she leaned on the locker next to mine and rubbed my back. “Jordan was fucking thrilled by the way. And now Lindsey and Angie can’t wait for you to do something like that with them, too.”

“What about you?” I asked.

Lauren snorted and shook her head. “After getting caught for real in the locker room? If I’m going to do stuff in public, I don’t want it to be magically safe. Fuck me in the showers again and let the whole gym class catch us next time. Then one or two of them can join in.”

I laughed and hugged her to me, and she hugged me back tightly and kissed my cheek.

“I love you, dorkus,” she murmured.

“Love you too,” I said, turning and giving her a quick kiss on the lips.

She sighed and looked at me, but narrowed her eyes a little. “You know, you getting into trouble and shit at home is putting a cramp on my managing your schedule. You were supposed to be making contact with the political groups up in the city this afternoon. Now I need to try and reschedule that.”

“I know,” I sighed, then took another bite of my sandwich. “M’sorreh,” I mumbled again, then covered my mouth as I talked around the food. “But it’s probably good for me to have a quiet afternoon at home. Put in time with my parents and get some classwork done. I might need to put in more time right after school tomorrow too so they aren’t paying too much attention over the weekend.”

“Fair,” Lauren said with a nod. The weekend was going to be busy. “OK, well, just FYI - you probably need to actually put some thought into the height thing for Benji. He was getting a little whiny at lunch and you know that Jay can only take so much of that before he starts to lean in Benji’s direction if there’s any sense to it.”

“Alright, I will,” I sighed. “Honestly, I’m not sure how I’m going to tackle that one. It might be easiest just to bring him to the Amplifier and be a little more generic, otherwise I’m going to have to figure out, like, the genetics of height and shit like that.”

“You should scare him and make him think he needs to make a sacrifice for the favour,” Lauren smirked. “You already did that study session for him too so you can say he’s already had his freebie.”

I snorted and shook my head. “And if he took me seriously? I don’t want to think about if he actually tried to hook me up with someone.”

Lauren, with a sneaky grin, shrugged. “You could always just say you’ll fuck his Mom.”

I coughed, laughing and shaking my head.

“On a more serious note,” Lauren said, rubbing my back again as I wiped my eyes. “You should consider doing something for Jay, too. I doubt he’ll ask you directly but he’d appreciate an honest offer.”

“I will,” I agreed. “He’s been cautious so far but I think he’s come around. Did I miss anything else over lunch?”

Lauren got a thoughtful look on her face for a moment then shrugged. “Zena kept looking over at our table like she was expecting you to do something with her today. Beth made eye contact with me as her, Emily and Maria were walking by our table and she rolled her eyes at Emily scoffing loudly and Maria echoing her. And Penny Trach stopped me on the way out of the cafeteria and let me know she’s part of Wendy’s little crew and the rumour wasn’t them. She promised to let me know if Wendy does talk about doing anything that might piss us off - I think she’s scared of Aidra telling us stuff and wants to get ahead of things if you or her go on the social warpath.”

“Penny Trach?” I asked, not placing the name.

“Girl with the green hair,” Lauren said and held out a hand at five foot nothing. “About this tall.”

“Oh, her,” I said. I knew who Lauren meant immediately, but I’d never spoken to the girl or had a single class with her. Hell, I wasn’t sure if I knew anyone who was directly friends with her.

“She also mentioned that her parents have told her she should be trying to get close to you, I guess it’s a family of mages,” Lauren said, frowning a little. “I told her that unless she wanted to have an experience with you she didn’t need to worry about it. She looked like she wasn’t sure, so I just told her to make her own decisions because if she tried to do it for anyone other than her she’d be making a mistake.”

I sighed, shaking my head as I took my books out of my locker and closed it. “Great, so the schmoozing and ass-kissing is starting up,” I said.

“You knew it would.”

“I was hoping it would take longer,” I grunted. It was inevitable, really. I had power and position. Some people would come to me looking for concrete things - Judgements. Others would inevitably try to get close to me while trying to make it look like they weren’t. They would want influence or even power. Once Jordan and I had a chance to sit down and talk about her ideas for governance and start adapting it to the current reality I had no doubt it would only ramp up as people saw positions of power up for grabs.

The thing I really didn’t want to hear about was people using other people to try and buy that influence.

Penny Trach’s parents wanted her to ‘get close to me’ knowing full well that probably meant me fucking her, all so that they could hope for better favour in the future if they actually came to me for a judgement. Or so that they could use the fact as a social boost.

‘Ah, yes, I am impressed that your Johnny got into medical school,’ I could imagine some pompous asshole parents chatting over tea and crumpets (or whatever asshole parents snacked on at a country club). ‘Did you hear? Penny caught the eye of the Lord-Sorcerer and grabbed her ankles as he buggered her ass. She’s sure to be the next Princess of America at this rate!’

“Why do I feel like you just had a whole conversation with yourself?” Lauren asked, interrupting my chain of thought.

“Because I did,” I chuckled. I turned and wrapped my arms around her, looking into her eyes. “I love you.”

“Love you too, my big dicked dorkus,” she grinned at me and rolled her eyes.

****-----***-----****

An afternoon at home, despite feeling like a mountain of weight on my shoulders as it distracted me from the many things I needed to try and chip away at, ended up feeling a little like just what the doctor ordered.

My Mom puttered around the house, keeping an eye on me as I set up shop with my laptop in the living room. I’d gotten my Ancient History essay done - finally - and two other assignments that I’d sat on for too long before my Dad got home from work, and we had family dinner. Then my Dad let me get a little more work done before he convinced me to sit with him and watch an old Wrestling Pay Per View from when he was in college - for a guy who was pretty bland (I had to admit he was even if I loved him), one of his few quirks was his nostalgia for old wrestling.

And I had fun just being me in my safe family space. By the time the recording was over he was ready to call it a night, and him and Mom headed up to their rooms, leaving me with my laptop in the living room.

Before the last month, I would have probably started playing video games at that point. Or writing. Or maybe porn if I was sure they were asleep.

Now video games felt silly when I had actual magic, my creativity was entirely invested into that magic at the moment and not the fictional people or worlds that had used to crowd my mind, and porn had nothing on my life anymore. So I sat there, looking at the desktop screen of my computer, not really sure what to do with myself.

Too many options.

Then I remembered that I was an idiot, so I started researching who worked in the Admissions department at Cardinal. I spent almost an hour doing that, scanning through university websites and coming up almost empty except for the basic email addresses for the department, the overall Dean of Students and the Chair of the English Lit department that I was most likely to apply to. The Dean and the Chair might have been able to make what I needed to happen, but I really needed to know who the actual person clicking the buttons and reviewing the essays and shit was.

I was going to need to go there, during a workday, and wing it.

The one good thing about having something so concrete to focus on for an hour was that, once I ran myself out of options, I could hear my father’s snoring echoing down from upstairs. And if he was snoring, my Mom was zonked out as well.

Which meant that I was free to make sure I could clean out the pipes before heading to sleep. 

But… with who? Jordan had just gotten hers earlier, and part of the problem with Wednesday had been the fact that I had spent time with literally every other girlfriend I had other than Angie, who had also gotten a bunch of time on Tuesday, along with Aidra. And I’d seen Amara on Sunday. Not to mention Tala, though she wasn’t someone I’d go jumping to.

Who was I missing? Was I forgetting anyone?

All of the harem. Aidra. Amara.

Moira would have been good to have in my arms again, but that was complicated.

Ramona? No - I had to keep some distance with her even if the sex was amazing.

Anna.

Not Annalise. Other Anna.

It was midnight. I had to Google the time zone difference to Finland. Seven hours. Would she be awake at 7 AM? I knew I wouldn’t be if I was a magical media mogul, but then I was a teenager and she’d been alive for centuries. Maybe she was a morning person.

I hesitated, trying to decide whether to text her or send her a mental message, and decided on the telepathic approach instead because I could make sure it wouldn’t wake her up, whereas I didn’t know what a text from me would trigger on her phone.

‘Hey, Anna. Are you a morning person? Thinking of you this evening.’

I rolled my eyes at myself. It was better than ‘You up?’ or ‘Wanna fuck’ but felt cringey as hell. I also couldn’t think of anything better, so I sent it off with a caveat that she wouldn’t be aware of the ‘You’ve Got Mail!’ mental ping until she’d been awake for five minutes. 

Of course, the problem with my plan was that I didn’t know if I’d get a timely response or not. And I kind of did need to fuck - it had been eleven hours since I had last and that was oddly starting to become a long time in my life. Not that I was mad at that reality, but still. I started to wonder if maybe I should text Delia, the hot redhead stripper from Tuba City.

My phone pinged and I opened it quickly, smiling as I saw I’d gotten a picture from Anna. Opening it I gulped a little - it was from her perspective, laying in bed and looking down the length of her voluptuous nude body, her dark brunette hair covering her nipples teasingly, and her mound covered by the lips of Helka, her extremely hot blonde Swedish assistant. Helka was equally naked, the smooth skin of her bare ass gleaming in the light coming in from the sunrise leaking in through the penthouse windows that were overlooking Helsinki, as she knelt on the bed they were both on.

‘I am a morning person :),’ she’d texted. ‘Are you joining us?’

I gulped and adjusted my cock in my jeans. Two for the price of one.

- - - - -

“For an ancient hag, you look really fucking pretty with a cock in your mouth.”

I started coughing at the comment, and thankfully Anna pulled off my cock and started laughing with a full belly laugh as she fell back away from me.

My mistake, or at least the one I’d almost made again, was assuming that just because Lauren and I had been together recently she wouldn’t want to get woken up and whisked off on a sex romp. I’d been about to teleportal to Anna’s penthouse in Helsinki when I’d realised my near-error and had texted Lauren.

One extra hop later and we’d both walked into Anna’s penthouse bedroom, greeted by our gorgeous, eternally youthful host as she smiled at us with her eyes. Her mouth had been busy, pressed to Helka’s pussy, the gorgeous blonde laying on her back on the bed with her tits pressed towards the ceiling and her head thrown back over the edge, moaning loudly. Those wordless invitations had summoned Lauren and I to the bed, and I’d already thoroughly reacquainted myself with the gorgeous Helka’s mouth and cunt before my cock had been caught in Anna’s web.

In some ways it was strange, being intimate with a woman I knew was over a thousand years older than us. Or that was technically the Great-Great-Great-continued Grandmother of my Annalise. But she didn’t seem so… different. Not like the other Seats or Primes. Even Esmerelda, the next youngest of us, had weirdisms. But Anna had adapted with the times. And her beauty was the sort that was and would remain timeless.

“You look quite pretty with a cock in your mouth too, hyvä ystäväni,” Anna continued to laugh. She’d switched to Finnish, which both Lauren and I could speak thanks to my spell on our previous visit, and she’d called Lauren her ‘good friend.’ Lauren leaned in, stretching down from where she’d been riding Helka’s face, to fish my cock between her lips as she grinned teasingly at Anna.

“Thank you,” Lauren chuckled as she came back off my cock with a pop of her lips. Then she frowned a little and moaned, closing her eyes as she pressed back against Helka again and rotated her hips. 

I snorted and rolled my eyes at the two of them. Anna had centuries of debauchery under her belt, and Lauren had taken to our new life like a fish to water. Sometimes I wondered if she would have made a better Seat than I would have. I decided to take advantage of Anna’s position, having fallen to her back, to slide down over her and catch her pert lips in a hungry kiss. She moaned in agreement and reached between us, wrapping her fingers around my cock and slipping me into place so I could press into her.

“Ooooh,” she moaned softly, pulling me down to press more heavily against her. Her pillowy breasts squished between us as I let my weight ease onto her fully, and she pinned her knees to my waist to hold me there as she thrust her tongue between my lips and kissed me with a vigour I hadn’t been expecting. We made out like that, my cock buried deep, for a long few minutes until Lauren shuddered through an orgasm and she and Helka swapped places, my girlfriend on her back and holding onto the Swedish woman’s ass as Helka ground her hips and rode Lauren’s lips.

“Fuck,” I groaned as I pulled my lips from Anna with a gasp and thrust down into her, then pulled out and thrust in again.

“Yesss,” she hissed, staring up into my eyes.

Fuck, she was a problem. If I had a sensation of being able to see myself and my life with Moira, or with Aidra, and how naturally they should fit into things, Anna felt like a puzzle piece that had already been waiting for me in the magical world.

And yet, despite how fucking great the sex was, and how we had such a simple, easy connection. And how she knew everything about this weird world Lauren and I had stumbled into, blindly flailing. And yet - she was one of the very few people, even if I was inclined to impose my will and influence people into my harem instead of the careful and consensual way we’d handled things so far, who I couldn’t have join me and my new family.

Anna was unchangingly tied to Yaroslav, and however ‘not together’ they were at the moment, she was still his Prime.

“God, I’m crazy,” I mumbled to myself, shaking my head at how distracted I was even in the middle of making love to this beautiful woman.

“The world is crazy,” Anna answered me, arching one eyebrow in a way that was so reminiscent of Annalise that I wondered if it was a genetic trait that had travelled down the generations. “We simply ride the waves and drifts, and some of us can disrupt them more than others. Yes, use your hips like that, you gorgeous man.”

I made her gasp again as I swivelled my hips a little on the next thrust, stirring my cock deep in her, and she shuddered as a precursor orgasm ran up her body starting at her toes and reaching up to her chin as she tilted it up sucked in a breath. I used that opening to lean in and kiss her bare throat, feeling her warmth against my lips. That made her moan, tilting her face to the side a little, begging me to kiss across her neck and up into the crook of her jaw.

It was a problem that I wanted to love Anna.

She’d warned me, that first time. Maybe it was an issue that I’d called her for a booty call at all - I hadn’t considered how hard the emotions would come for me like this.

Or maybe it was that I was stuck in place with Aidra and Moira. Maybe I’d handle this better if I wasn’t…

Stuck wasn’t the right way to think of it. Aidra and I were where we had to be. Moira and I were figuring it out, even if it was starting to feel to me like it might be a lost cause - which was ironic considering it was the age gap that was causing that issue and the age gap between me and Anna would be a fucking ocean compared to a puddle.

“Come back to me,” Anna murmured, sliding her hands up my bare chest and cupping my face, drawing my attention to her.

“I’m here,” I told her.

She smiled sadly at me a little. “But you were thinking of someone else.”

I sighed and shook my head slowly, still rolling my body in sinuous thrusts. “I was… comparing situations,” I admitted. “So far I’m not proving very good at keeping my distance from people who I… want to be close to.”

The sad smile faltered for a moment, her eyebrow raising again, but then she realised what I was insinuating and she sighed as well. “Oh, Jeremiah,” she said. “It’s easy to forget that you’re so young. You and Lauren are such naturals to all of this.”

“It doesn’t feel like it,” I grunted, pulling out of her and encouraging her to roll off. She did, laying on her stomach, and I mounted her and slid my cock deep and then laid down on top of her, pressing my lips to her ear as I took her hands and held them up over our heads in the pillows of the bed. “It feels like I start falling in love too easily.”

“I understand,” she mumbled, turning her head so she could meet my eye even as she squeezed my fingers with hers, arched her back a little and spread her legs a touch more to give me an even deeper angle into her. “You- mmmm- you’re clear about us, even if we may feel… things. But it made you think of others who have roadblocks before you.”

I chuckled a little under my breath and kissed her cheek. “Correct.”

“A worse man would ignore the roadblocks,” Anna crooned to me. “Many have. The fact that you care enough to even see them, let alone respect them, speaks volumes about your character.”

“Anna,” I grunted, suddenly needing to tap my magic to keep from coming. I wasn’t sure what she’d done but it sent ripples of pleasure up my cock and directly into my brain.

“You have all the time in the world, Jeremiah,” she mumbled, craning her neck back so her lips could find mine and whispering to me as she pressed against them. “Don’t worry so much.”

I thrust into her hard, feeling ready to unload. It wouldn’t be the only one of the night/morning, and I wanted to fill this gorgeous, wise woman to the fucking brim and then set Lauren loose on her. She gasped and laughed out a breath, her smile against my lips teasing and knowing. I thrust into her again and she moaned, laughing more. Joyous.

Slam. “Anna, I’m sorry to interrupt, but-”

The door to the bedroom had opened so hard that it had slammed into the wall, and Esmerelda had entered in a rush but stopped cold when she saw the tableau of us on the bed. The Seat of Death seemed speechless, her mouth open in surprise.

I froze. Lauren looked up, equally shocked.

Helka yelped and covered her ass, which had been pointing in the general direction of the door.

“Esmerelda,” Anna said, her voice cracking slightly as she pushed me up a bit and leaned around me to get a good view of the other woman. “What the fuck?”

“I… need access to…”

It was the first time I’d seen Esmerelda not entirely in command and control of herself, and I got the sense that her brain was currently rebooting or buffering. Maybe both.

“Get out and wait, or get naked and join, you silly girl,” Anna told the gorgeous Spaniard. “I was about to get utterly stuffed with cream like a French pastry and you’ve interrupted it. And I’ve been telling you for decades you need a good fuck. Jeremiah is more than capable.

I gulped.

Lauren snorted, trying not to snicker.