Font of Fertility Ch. 37 (Beta)

The following is the Beta Draft of Font of Fertility Ch 37. As a Beta draft, this is not the final work and may see major changes prior to final posting out in the wide world.

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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 MFFF, and some mild groping.

Jeremiah reconnects with Annalise, and works on some magic theory before putting it into practice.

Returning Dramatis Personae

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

• Leandro de la Roca - Spanish Paladín of the Orden de la Espada de Piedra, protector of the Stone Sword, Sworn bodyguard to Jerry

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

• Maya Stoker - Annalise’s younger sister

• Annalise Stoker - Concubine/Girlfriend, Fire Mage

• Stacey Wilde - Girlfriend/Concubine, athletic, old family friend of the Grants

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

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

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

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

Referenced Characters

• Delia - Tuba City, Arizona-based Painter/Stripper, Minor wind mage

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

• Moira - Real estate agent from the city

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

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

• Miss Morrison, Janet - Jerry’s high school English teacher, well endowed brunette, has been in his sex dreams, widowed

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

• Jordan - Concubine/Submissive, Redheaded writer friend

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It had been a long fucking day. The trip out west for the gun shows to equip Leandro was supposed to have taken only an hour, maybe an hour and a half, but by the time we got back to the penthouse, it was well past dinner time. The whole thing in Tuba City sat heavily on my shoulders as the two of us ate a late dinner and told the others what had happened - the only thing I refused to give details on was the ten-ish minutes I’d spent with Delia in her studio as ‘payment’ for her favour of getting us through the deathtrap maze. Not that the girls, especially Lindsey, didn’t try and push for more details but with Maya listening in I felt a duty to Annalise not to corrupt her too badly.

Once Leandro and I had eaten, he headed towards the back hall where his, Maya and Annalise’s rooms were, mentioning he had a lot of work to do on cleaning and checking over the new firearms. We’d teleportaled everything in between the trips and it was all lumped in boxes in his room, which would double as an armoury until we came up with a better plan. Part of me wanted to set up the penthouse like the house in Mr and Mrs Smith with hidden compartments all over the place so there was always something within reach. The obvious drawback of that was that whenever we had guests over it was a risk they’d stumble across one of the hidden locations - I could only imagine fucking one of Stacey’s teammates, knocking a lamp by accident and all of a sudden there’s a shotgun in the mix. Or a katana. Or a bazooka.

That left me with the ladies, and I noticed a few looks pass between my girlfriends as I was putting the dishes from mine and Leandro’s late dinner in the washing machine. In under a minute, Stacey was convincing Maya to head down to the workout room with her, mentioning something about how Maya had wanted to get into working out, and the two of them split off to get changed into workout clothes. Lindsey came to me in the kitchen, smiling broadly as she took both my hands and kissed me lightly, then shifted to show me that Lauren was leading Annalise towards our bedroom. My Prime and my Fire Mage both looked over their shoulders at me, almost in unison, and I groaned in my chest.

“Come on, Jerry,” Lindsey said, squeezing my fingers. “She’s been away too long, and you’ve made her wait even longer.”

I gave Linds a look. “We aren’t addicted to sex,” I said. “And it’s not keeping us alive. We can have some self-control.”

“Yes, we can,” Lindsey said, rolling her eyes. “But when we don’t need to, when we just want to feel connected in that special way, it sucks to have to wait. So stop making her feel sucky and let us start sucking.”

I snorted and chuckled, and she grinned again before kissing me lightly and tugging me out of the kitchen by my hands. Lindsey was still the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen - Lauren was a close second, and my ‘main girlfriend’ and everyone knew it, and if none of the rest of my life had turned upside-down with magic I had no idea if these other relationships would have happened. I would have been more than happy with Lauren for the rest of my life. Lindsey was just… almost unnatural in her beauty. And the crazy thing was that she only made the others look more beautiful when they were with her, rather than overshadowing them.

Lauren and Annalise had disappeared into the bedroom already, following Stacey as she went to change, and I tugged on Lindsey's hands to stop her and I pulled her to me. She sucked in a breath as I wrapped her up in my arms and kissed her with all the astounded, shocked, awe-filled passion I was feeling. And she kissed me back, letting out her deep breath through her nose and taking another one that had her chest pressing firmly against me. Then she slid her tongue between my lips as we made out standing up for a long moment.

When we finally pulled apart, our arms still holding each other close, she looked into my eyes with a concerned frown. “I love you, babe, but what was that?” she asked. “Because it felt…”

“I just love you,” I said, shaking my head. “And I feel like I don’t tell you that nearly enough.”

“You tell me every day,” she said, her concern breaking into soft relief.

“It’ll never be enough,” I said. “I wouldn’t change any of this for the world, Linds, but I can’t help but think about what life would have been like if I hadn’t been the Seat, or magic at all. It breaks my fucking heart just thinking that there is a potential timeline where I can’t say that to you.”

“Oh, Jerry,” she whispered, cupping my face with one hand and leaning in to kiss me again, this time softly. When she pulled back her eyes were welling up a little, and I knew mine were as well. That thought hadn’t actually been conscious until I’d said it out loud and I realised why I was feeling the way I was. “Here’s the thing, OK? Any timeline where you don’t get to say that to me is one where you’re dead or were never born to begin with. Because, magic or not, you and Lauren are made for each other. And Lauren would never let the two of us not find each other, too.”

I squeezed her again, burying my face in the crook of her neck and inhaling the smell of her as I kissed her soft skin. Her reasoning sounded great, even if in an ‘all potential timelines’ multiversal theory it didn’t track and we both knew it.

“You saved me, Jeremiah,” Lindsey murmured, holding me just as tightly. “I’m saved. I’m never figuratively letting go of you. But I need you to literally let go of me so that we can go share this love with Annalise.”

I chuckled, and she bounced in my arms as she chuckled as well, and I slid my arms from around her until I was holding her by her hips. “I miss you every day I’m not next to you,” I said. “Figure out where you want to go on your next date, because God I want to start planning it.”

“You owe several dates before I get another one,” she smirked a little. “Angie and I got that night at the movie premiere.”

I sighed, nodding. She was right. Then I shrugged and gripped her hips tighter before picking her up and heaving her over my shoulder, making her bark a laugh as she grabbed the back of my pants to try and find her balance. I turned my face towards her outer thigh, which was mostly bare since she was wearing cotton lounging shorts, and blew a raspberry against her skin.

Carrying Lindsey into the bedroom as we continued to laugh, we found it empty but both the washroom ensuite and the walk-in closet were open with the lights on. Stacey came out of the closet already changed into a pair of her workout tights and running shoes, holding an athletic bra and one of my hoodies in one hand. I tossed Lindsey on the bed, where she landed with a happy sigh, and I scooped Stacey up into my arms in a princess carry and kissed her.

“I’m heading out, Jerry,” she chuckled. “I’m on distraction detail.”

“I noticed,” I said. “But I also noticed you flashing the girls around on purpose.”

“Maybe I was,” she smirked, and that smirk turned into a grin as I bent my neck a little lower so I could kiss her cleavage for a moment before I set her down on her feet.

“I think you should up her tits another cup size,” Lindsey said from the bed. “You’d look hot with them a little bigger, Stace.”

“God, no,” Stacey laughed, covering her chest protectively. “I already feel weird with this much more boobage going on, even if I can admit it works for me. Leave my titties alone.”

“Alright,” I sighed. “I’ll leave your titties alone forever. No more squeezes, or kisses, or-”

“You know what I mean, dork,” Stacey rolled her eyes, reaching to grab me by the nose. I ducked it, going under her reach and scooping her up in my arms again as I planted my face between her tits and lifted her off the ground. “Ugh, dirty fucker,” she laughed, wrapping her arms around my head and shaking her chest at me.

I set her down again with a grin, and she was smirking as she rolled her eyes. “Have fun,” she said, starting to put on her athletic bra.

“You too,” I said. “With your new student.”

“Yeah, well, we’ll see how that goes,” Stacey shrugged. “Maya mentioned wanting to work out because she didn’t want to feel helpless if something happens again. Working out will help with that, but I might get us all signed up for a self-defence class or something too. I think it would be good for all of us.”

“I might be the theoretical genius, but Stace is the practical genius,” Lindsey said. “That’s a great idea.”

“I can come up with something smart every once in a while,” Stacey said, then pulled my hoodie on over her head. She wasn’t quite swimming in it, but it was still big. Once she had it settled over her and smoothed out she looked up at me. “How much do you like this one?”

“Um… am I ever getting it back?” I asked.

She pursed her lips. “Probably not,” she admitted. “But I feel bad cutting it up if you don’t say I can.”

“Wha- Why would you cut it up?” I asked.

“I could turn it into a tank top,” She said. “Like with big armholes.”

“Ooh, think of the side-boob,” Lindsey grinned from the bed.

“I’d wear an athletic bra under it, Linds,” Stacey smirked, then turned a teasing look on me. “Most of the time.”

“I think I need to get a whole new set of hoodies anyways, wear them for the rest of winter, and then hand them out to you all in the spring,” I sighed. “Do what you want with it.”

“Thanks, babe,” Stace smiled, then gave me a quick kiss and grabbed my ass before turning and heading for the door. “Have fun.” She shut it after her, shooting me and Lindsey one last wink on the way.

I turned to Lindsey. “The sideboob would be unreal,” I admitted.

“Just think of all of us in one. Each of your concubines wearing one of your hoodies without the arms, tits out underneath, as we walk around our home and flash you little peeks on purpose or by accident,” Lindsey grinned.

“Fuck me,” I sighed. “I think that’s called ‘heaven.”

“Fucking you is the plan, babe,” Lindsey said. “Go check on Lauren and Annalise.”

I poked my head in the en suite and almost immediately got shouted back out by Lauren so fast I wasn’t entirely sure what was going on in there. Annalise had been standing at the counter and Lauren had been behind her and I was pretty sure she’d been brushing the brunette’s hair. I headed back towards Lindsey and the bed, eyes wide as I shrugged. “I, uh, don’t think I’m supposed to go in there.”

“Oooh, I know what’s happening,” Lindsey said, scooting to the end of the bed and hopping up. She gave me a little peck on the lips. “Just wait here,” she said and then headed into the washroom. Without being yelled at.

I waited, and even though the door was open the most I could hear was some murmuring whispers between the three of them and the occasional laugh from Lauren or Lindsey. When Lauren came sauntering out of the washroom I thought maybe something was happening, but she just came over to me, gave me a quick kiss and a look that said ‘Sorry for yelling but I promise there was a reason’ and then headed to the closet. She grabbed some clothes and skipped back towards the washroom with her arms full, sticking out her tongue at me goofily.

It took maybe fifteen minutes before the whole thing was finally done, which was enough time for my mind to have started to wander, and to wonder how long a ‘distraction workout’ would really work on Maya.

Lindsey came out first. She’d changed from the loose clothes she’d had on before into a black bra and panties - not lingerie, but not plain and utilitarian. Honestly, to me, she looked like an underwear model in a catalogue. She could make any bra and panties look good. These ones covered all the ‘juicy bits’ but showed off a decent amount of her pale cleavage and sat a little higher on her hips, showing off her legs. Linds was grinning as she padded out on bare feet, stopping about halfway to me from the door.

Lauren had followed her, just a couple steps behind, and she was wearing one of those wireless fabric bras that was almost a sports bra and had a thick elastic strap under her bust with a brand name printed across it. She was wearing the matching blue panties, the waist the same elastic band and the covering just a triangle wedging down between her legs.

Both of them had touched up their makeup a bit, not that Lauren wore much to begin with. Lindsey had been the one to teach her, back when Linds had been ‘the babysitter’ when Lauren and I had been in middle school - not that Lauren’s Mom wasn’t capable, but Lindsey had been the ‘cool older girl’ in her life and for all that Lindsey had been rebellious and in a hard place at the time, she’d taught Lauren well. I’d never seen Lauren, or Lindsey for that matter, overdo it even when they were dressing up. Light touches.

My two blonde girlfriends were smiling at me, Lauren a little lopsided and I knew she was having fun keeping me on my toes.

“Alright, Jerry,” Lauren said. “I would like to introduce you to the new, at peace, and at home, Annalise Stoker.”

I frowned a little as she started to ‘introduce’ Annalise to me, but as she spoke I realised what she meant - I’d only met Annalise a few weeks ago, and that entire time the buxom fire mage had been under pressure. Or worse. Everything had been… awful, for her, since well before we met. Now, with her father in hiding and her sister safe with us, without the pressures and expectations or anything else, this was the first time we were going to just be in the same room. And she could be herself.

Annalise came out of the washroom looking nervous. The girls had done her makeup, I realised. That would have been a big part of what they were doing, along with her hair. Annalise’s usually hooded eyes that made her almost look a little sleepy had gotten accented with a smokey dark eyeshadow laced with a smattering of gold. Her eyebrows, despite pulling together with some nerves, were delicately raised as she watched my face, hopeful. Her lips, a bright fiery red, were twisted a little as she bit the inside corner with those same nerves. Lauren and Linds had teased her hair into a cascade of long, dark brunette waves instead of her usually straight, asymmetrically parted look.

What might have surprised me the most, though, was that Annalise wasn’t wearing underwear or lingerie like the others. Well, she might have been, but I couldn’t tell - she was wearing a flannel shirt, the arms rolled up to her elbows and the brown and black check pattern bright against the tight black tube top she was wearing under it. About three inches of her stomach was showing between it and the tight jeans she was wearing, a belt buckle with a welding mask on the face of it breaking up the line.

I sucked in a breath through my nose. Lauren had been right - this was Annalise. This was the woman who I’d only sort of met that first night when she’d shown up in my parents’ driveway, shown me her fire magic and flashed me her tits as she asked for a Judgement to save her and her sister.

This was a woman who had spent weeks living out of a suitcase, finally with her own clothes again. A woman who had been trying to fit into what we were providing, instead of being able to just be herself.

And her self might not have been gorgeous like Lindsey, or naturally athletic like Lauren or Stacey, or like any of my other girlfriends, but she was…

I stood up, drawn to her like a moth to flame, and she broke into one of those rare smiles of hers. Ugly and ungainly, more like she was baring her teeth than grinning. And so her.

We kissed, my hands cupping her cheeks as hers pressed flat to my chest, her fingers curling as they grabbed my shirt and held me still. The kiss didn’t have any tongue, it wasn’t even really lustful or anything, but it was passionate. God, it was downright fiery.

When we broke apart, gasping for breath a little, I pressed my forehead to hers and grinned. “Nice to meet you, Annalise,” I said softly.

“Nice to meet you too, Jeremiah,” she said back, tilting her chin up a little bit as our noses brushed against each other. She pursed her lips, that slight movement letting her kiss me again with just a hint of contact, we were so close together.

“You look amazing,” I murmured.

“Thank you,” she whispered back.

I paused for a moment, taking a breath, and let my hands slide from her cheeks to her shoulders, then down her arms to hold her hands still pressed to my chest. “I already love you,” I said. “But-”

“Shut up, Jerry,” she said, grabbing me by my shirt and pulling me into another kiss.

“Told you he’d start to,” Lauren said from somewhere behind me. “You owe me five bucks.”

“Yeah, I shouldn’t have made the bet in the first place,” Lindsey said.

Annalise broke our kiss as suddenly as she’d started it, pulling away and looking at me fully while still holding onto me. “We went through a whole thing about you asking me to join your harem and me saying yes,” she said evenly, eyes boring into me. “I said yes, Jeremiah. I want to be here. I know, if I want out, you’ll let me. Don’t insult me by double-checking, OK?”

I shook my head, trying not to smirk a little. “I wasn’t going to ask that, Annalise,” I said, then glanced over my shoulder at Lauren, “Though I can’t blame you for guessing I would.” I turned back to Annalise. “What I was going to ask was - I already love you, but what do you think about being my girlfriend now that I get to find out more about this new at-peace, at-home version of you?”

Annalise sighed, giving me one of those frown-smiles of hers and rolling her eyes. “I think maybe you should buy me dinner first before I agree to be your girlfriend, shouldn’t you?”

“That’s fair,” I said. “Are you free next Tuesday?”

“It’s a date,” she said. Then she pulled me into another kiss.

“I think that means I win,” Lindsey chuckled.

“I don’t even care, he’s finally not focusing on second-guessing that this is all really happening,” Lauren chuckled.

Annalise let go of my chest and slid her hands out from mine, bringing them down to my shirt hem and starting to pull it up.

“Shouldn’t we wait until after we go on a date?” I asked with a chuckle.

“I’ll be your girlfriend after you woo me a little,” Annalise smirked, her eyes starting to glow with that horny inner fire. “That doesn’t stop me from being your concubine and wanting to fuck you.”

Things developed quickly from there, primarily with me being stripped naked and then getting to ‘unwrap’ Annalise from her clothes. There wasn’t a bra under that tube top and I groaned as her breasts were released in a heavy tit drop, leaning in and burrowing my face between them as I liked and kissed and nibbled on them while she laughed. They may not have been the largest I’d been with, now that I’d been with Ramona, but they were still all mine.

Annalise ended up naked of everything except for the flannel, which Lauren declared as ‘a sexy as fuck look,’ and we had to take a brief pause in the action so that I could cast some fireproofing spells on the room. We didn’t want our new bed or walls lighting up from the heat that Annalise was about to generate. Of course, the few moments I needed to focus on that spell was more than enough time for Lindsey to lose her bra and Lauren to lose her panties. Lindsey was focused on Annalise’s breasts, taking over where I had left off, while Lauren was making out with the brunette fire mage with a comfortability that reminded me again of how wild our first time had been between the three of us.

That, of course, meant that Annalise was a little busy with her mouth and hands, and left me free to tug her hips towards me on the bed so that I could get my mouth down to kiss her wonderfully soft thighs and towards her pussy. She was already wet with arousal and her cunt was running hot with her inner fire as my lips traced up to between her legs, and as I started to softly kiss her flushed lips she whimpered into her kiss with Lauren and groped for me blindly, running her hand through my hair.

It really wasn’t fair, what we could do to each other when groups of us focused on one person. It happened to me the most often, so I understood how overwhelming it could be. Annalise had gotten a taste of it before, but never quite so fully - really, most of our times together had been solo while she and Maya had been staying in the Bed and Breakfast. The times we’d been in a group setting had been threesomes, with Lauren or Lindsey. Having them both in bed with us let both my blondes pour out their shared love of making others feel good in their different ways. Lauren was a leader, willing to sit back and let others take the spotlight just as much as she was willing to control that spotlight to highlight them. Lindsey was all giving heart, which I realised was probably why Aidra felt such a connection to her after our one-time escapade the two of them were part of together. Together, Lauren and Lindsey could… Well, overwhelming was the right way to think of it.

And then there was me.

By the time we let her up, Annalise was covered in sweat from forehead to toes, panting hard. Her nipples were rock hard and pointing up to the ceiling as she continued to lay on her back. The windows of the bedroom were fogged up since her arousal had literally been steaming up the place, especially when she released a wash of girlcum around my lips and chin as she had her first big orgasm of the evening.

Far from done, however, Annalise rolled over onto her hands and knees and pivoted towards me, bringing her lips up to mine as I knelt on the bed. She kissed me hungrily, groaning as her chest brushed against mine, and I could taste both Lindsey's and Lauren’s lip balm on her since they’d both been making out with her at different points. When Annalise pulled away I could see that the sweat, and some tears from squeezing her eyes tight during her peaks, had smudged her eyeshadow and turned her a little racoony, but she still looked dead sexy to me.

“My turn,” she murmured with a little grin, finding my cock with her hand and stroking me a few times as she looked into my eyes. Then she dropped to her elbows and knees and got her mouth on my cock, starting to suck me with energetic glee. Part of me wanted to be able to watch, but we weren’t alone in the bed and like velociraptors, the dynamic duo sensed new prey and I had both of them kneeling next to me, Lauren on my left and Lindsey on my right, their breasts pinned to my arms and chest as Lauren stole a soul-sucking kiss from my lips and Lindsey licked and kissed the side of my neck.

I could understand, like that, how a Seat could find themselves getting lost in their harem. If I had all of them here with me, if I was focused more on the pleasure and the power they could all give me instead of on them… Well, it was intoxicating even without being selfish.

And, despite what it might have looked or sounded like to an outsider, I wasn’t being selfish. Hell, I still wondered at times if there was something I could have done to be more fair to Lauren, who had held my entire heart and had decided to share it. Selfish didn’t begin to describe how I felt when I thought of some of my plans for specific people, and how I was just thinking about people now.

People like Aidra, who I wanted so hard even while I was already stretched thin, and for whom there were very good reasons not to push any further beyond our current arrangement. Or Tala, who probably deserved more of me but that I knew I should hold back from even while spending time in her bed. Or Moira, whose life I was tossing up in the air and hoping she would trust me to catch her. Or even Beth, who I wanted in a way I hadn’t expected; couldn’t even really explain.

But this, with Lauren, Lindsey and Annalise, this wasn’t selfish. We wanted this. We all wanted this. Even, or maybe right now especially, Annalise. When her mouth would leave my cock, and when I had the chance to glance down while Lauren or Lindsey were switching up who was kissing me, I saw that Annalise was pressing her nose to either of their mounds, getting lips on labia.

She’d been so shy, just a few weeks ago, to do anything with me or Lauren even if she’d been determined to make her full sacrifice willingly for the judgement. Now she was hungry to give the same pleasure she was receiving.

My first orgasm rose from the ether, building in me quickly, and I grunted as I reached the point where I needed to seriously consider if I was going to hold it off magically.

“Come on her face,” Lauren suggested, somehow knowing I was close even though she wasn’t touching my cock.

“Do it, Jeremiah,” Annalise panted, taking her mouth from my cock for a moment but stroking my spit-slick shaft quickly. “Come all over my face and tits. I’m your concubine. Your harem slut. I can be your girlfriend later, right now I want to wear this spot. And then I want this fucking cock in me.”

I could almost feel Lindsey waver over arguing that I should be dropping my loads into one of them, vaginal or anal, whenever possible because of the larger power gain I would get from it. She would have been right, in the strictest sense, especially considering the unplanned expenditures I had gone through during the whole Tuba City debacle. My pool had dropped significantly. Again. And the new-fuck bonus from Delia hadn’t really put that much of a dent in those losses. But sex wasn’t about power, at least not in our home, in our bedroom. It was about us. And we both knew that if Annalise wanted to make a spectacle or a statement, or even if that was just something that she wanted because the thought turned her on, we’d lean towards doing it.

“Sit back,” Lindsey encouraged her instead of trying to argue. “Show him that pretty face and those big tits, Anna. And get ready for your thick, juicy facial.”

Lauren was grinning, taking my cock in her hand and quickly stroking me. My hands were on the blonde’s asses, just hanging on for the ride as I groaned. Lindsey pulled me down into a toe-curler of a kiss and then pressed her lips to my ear. “Give her it, babe. She wants your cum like a warm blanket on a cold night. I know what she means - God, I want it too. Paint her face with your essence, babe, and then let her feel like the utter slut she is by getting fucked while her face is covered in your spunk.”

My eyes were locked on Annalise’s as Lindsey was whispering to me. Her eyes were almost a solid yellow-white of the glowing, horny fire in her, giving off light that someone down in the park outside the building might have thought were party lights going on way up here through the curtains. That burning glow made it hard to actually communicate with her eyes the way I was used to with everyone else, but I could still read her. The curve or knit of her brow. Her lips and her different kinds of frowns.

“Fuuuuck,” I groaned as I let my orgasm roll up through me as Lauren’s handjob aimed my cock. Annalise bit her lower lip hard, her eyelids dropping heavily as she looked at me with those beaming lights through her lashes while she used her hands to hold up her tits that little bit more.

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The room wasn’t just fogged up, it was downright humid. We were all sweaty. Hell, we weren’t just sweaty, we were drenched.

Lauren was laying beside me on the bed, her head resting on my shoulder as she smiled up at Annalise, who was riding my cock with slow, luxurious circles of her hips. The brunette was leaning forward, making her tits dangle enticingly between her arms as she braced her hands on my chest. The cum had long been licked and kissed off of her face and tits, and even though we were still fucking the horny fire was gone from her eyes as we slowly trailed off.

Linds was sprawled out at the end of the bed, stretching like a cat as she looked up at the ceiling, blinking repeatedly as she recuperated from the feeling of Annalise having squirted her boiling hot (but heat-resisted) juices all over her. My blonde girlfriend had come as well, partially from the erotic feeling and partially from Lauren eating her out.

I’d fucked both blondes as well, though much less than Annalise. This was her time, after all.

Of course, not everything can go to plan. Especially when the plan is kind of flimsy and doesn’t account for any variables.

My cell rang in my pants pocket and we all froze.

“Uuugh,” I groaned wordlessly, not wanting to stop but also knowing that if someone was calling me it was probably important.

Lauren slipped from the bed, trailing her fingers up Annalise’s arm as she passed, and grabbed my phone. “Oh, shit,” she said when she looked at the screen.

“What?” I asked, sitting up at the tone of her voice. Annalise stopped her slow gyrations as well.

Lauren tossed me the phone with a grimace.

“Hi, Mom,” I said as I answered it.

“Jeremiah Grant, where the hell are you? It is past midnight and we haven’t heard from you once this evening, and the Baxleys say that Lauren texted she was with you. And if you aren’t there, and you aren’t here, then you’re either dead in a ditch or have a mountain of explaining to do.”

Annalise, trying to stifle a laugh, pulled herself off my cock and backed up so far from me that she slipped and fell onto Lindsey, who had to clap a hand over her mouth to stop from laughing as well. The phone was not on speaker but they had definitely heard my Mom loud and clear.

“Oh, shit,” I said. “Mom, I didn’t realise it was so late. Lauren and I were… at the library right after school working on a project, and then we were at Jay’s for a bit, and then we went out to dinner and then we had our laptops and went to the Starlight Diner, that 24-hour place, and have been working on essays. I’m so sorry I didn’t text. I’ll get Lauren home and be back ASAP.”

“Don’t you mean Lauren will get you home, Mister? You don’t have one of our cars.”

I puffed out my cheeks as I scrambled to try and think of something. My mother was on the warpath and if she knew we didn’t have a Baxley car either I’d be walking into a trap.

“We’ve, uh, mostly been walking,” I said, looking at Lauren with wide eyes and shrugging as I lied my ass off. “We tried Uber to get to dinner, too.”

My mother sighed heavily on the other end of the call. “Get your asses home, Jeremiah. This isn’t going to get swept under the rug.”

“Yes, Mom,” I gulped.

It’s funny how, even being a powerful sex wizard, I could feel the dread of an incoming scolding from my Mother.

We hung up and I let out a long breath.

“So… I guess we’re done,” Lindsey chuckled.

It was a process to get ourselves ready to go. Lauren and I couldn’t show up sweaty and stinking of sex, but her parents had been texting her too and weren’t thrilled we’d been out so late. We had time, enough to cover us ‘getting home’ from in town, but not enough for a shower so I had to invest a little bit of power to clean us up. Then we had to get dressed in the same clothes we’d arrived in, and we’d both changed throughout the afternoon and evening so that involved me needing to fix my clothes magically and Lauren ducking into the closet to find the clothes she’d worn to school that morning. Then there were the goodbyes, and the heavy ribbing, from my three older girlfriends.

“Jerry, dude, if I start getting texts from your Mom about if I know what’s going on with you, I’m telling her you joined a sex cult and I’m worried for you,” Stacey smirked as she was let into the bedroom. She and Maya had come back from the downstairs workout room a while ago but she hadn’t wanted to interrupt the sexual escapades even if she would have been welcome to join. Instead, she’d sprawled out on the couch and had been doing some of her college readings.

Something I probably should have been mirroring because I had my Ancient History essay due on Friday. But instead, I’d gone gallivanting across the continental US, helped a guy launch his homemade rocket, purchased a few tens of thousands of dollars in firearms, transported said firearms across state lines, had a running car chase and been shot at by anti-Magic paramilitary, fucked a cute redheaded stripper, and stopped what could have been a technology-killing threat to the world.

Oh, and had a foursome.

“It’s been a long fucking day,” I said, hugging Stacey tightly and groaning. “Love you. Tell her whatever you want.”

“You know she’ll believe me, too,” Stacey grinned as she hugged me back just as hard.

“She will, and she’ll blame Lauren, and you’ll need to deal with Lauren not being happy because my Mom thinks she’s a sex cult predator,” I pointed out as I let her go.

“I’m a what?” Lauren asked, coming out of the bedroom fully dressed and looking confused as she went to Stacey to hug her goodbye as well.

“You’re a sex cult leader,” Stacey smirked.

Lauren shrugged and then pulled Stacey into her arms. “Makes sense, I guess. Jerry is the Sex God, I’m the Cult Leader leading the worship, and you’re all my little horny minions and peons.”

That, of course, got snorts and arguments from Lindsey and Annalise as they followed her out of the bedroom. Linds was in a loose sweater and cotton shorts, and Annalise was wearing a housecoat she must have borrowed from Lindsey - they could take the time to shower, unlike us.

We said our goodbyes quickly and then we had to stop and figure out where the hell we were even going to teleportal to.

In the end, I realised we needed an extra alibi, so I called Aidra.

“Mmmyes?” Aidra answered her phone. “Booty Hotline, this is Aidra. What hole would you like to fuck this evening?”

“Like? All of them. But Lauren and I need some help,” I answered.

“...So, my mind is saying ‘It got stuck in her somehow,’ but that’s something you could fix with magic,” Aidra said and I could hear her smirking.

**---*---**

“How bad was it?” Lauren asked as she leaned against the locker next to mine. I’d gotten a ‘talking too’ that morning and missed my regular bus, so I’d gotten a ride into school with my Dad and arrived later than her. The hallways were crowded, but everyone was paying attention to their own lives so I wasn’t worried about being overheard as Lauren stood close while I got my shit put away.

I sighed and shook my head. “Aidra dropping me off helped,” I said. “So did having the parts of my Ancient History paper I’d already done ready to show off. My Dad didn’t super care, I think, and was just backing up my Mom.”

“Why weren’t you texting them?” Lauren snorted, smirking at me.

“Cause I might be an all-powerful wizard, but I can be real dumb?”

“Well, at least you’re pretty,” Lauren smirked, leaning in and kissing me. “We should talk judgements quickly.”

“Hold on,” I said. “You didn’t get in trouble?”

“No,” Lauren chuckled. “Because I was texting my parents earlier. And I gave vague answers instead of concrete ones.”

“And they weren’t mad you were out that late with your boyfriend?” I asked, almost a little offended that they wouldn’t suspect me of something.

“My parents know I have you wrapped around my finger, Jerry,” Lauren said sweetly, sliding a little closer as she kept leaning against the lockers and pulling my hand from her hip and around to her jeans-clad butt.

“More like you’re wrapped around my-” My crass remark was silenced by another kiss as she smiled into it and shook her head at me.

Lauren pulled away, chuckling. “Anyways,” she said. “What I didn’t get a chance to tell you is that Angie and I have been getting responses back from some of the judgment petitioners. I meant to tell you last night but we got a little busy. First, you don’t need to worry about the widower guy up in Canada - Angie took the lead with him and has him getting signed up for some grief counselling, and she’ll keep emailing him to do check-ins.”

“Good,” I nodded with a relieved sigh. “What he was asking was possible, sure, but the whole situation made me uncomfortable.”

“I know, me too,” Lauren grimaced. “And it was the sacrifice I was the most worried about.” I nodded in agreement, and she shook her head as if to get the thought out of her head. “The other one you should have a specific update on, and is going on your calendar, is the couple who want to get pregnant. They’re thrilled and want to do it ASAP since they say a September-ish due date would work fine for them. So we’re meeting with them Saturday.”

“Okay,” I nodded slowly. “Remember we have dinner with Stace, Linds and Moira on Saturday.”

“I know,” Lauren said. “And that’s important. We’ll do the judgement earlier in the day, have some time in between, and then meet for dinner. Unless, of course, you’re grounded or something.” The last bit came out with a smirk at me.

I rolled my eyes. “I’m not grounded or anything,” I said. “But I’m in some shit. I need to head home and put in time there this afternoon and it should blow over. That’ll give me time to finish this essay anyway.”

Lauren tutted. “I guess I’ll just have to reschedule that cheerleader I already set up to fuck you after school,” she said with a teasing look in her eye.

“See, I don’t know if you’re kidding or not, so I’m going to pretend you are,” I said, grabbing my books and shutting my locker.

“Guess you’ll find out when the first one is on her knees asking for your dick,” Lauren murmured as she pulled me in for another kiss before I grabbed her hand and walked her to class. I still wasn’t sure if she’d actually had someone ready to go or not.

**---*---**

The problem with living a split life was that I wasn’t living two, it felt more like I was living four. There was ‘regular life’ with school and friends and family stuff. And then there was ‘Casanova life’ where I was juggling six girlfriends, plus the other romantic connections I had. Then there was ‘Seat life’ where I had all the judgment stuff, and the politics and everything. That one felt the biggest and most concerning because it was the one where I could fuck things up for other people the most.

The fourth ‘life’ I was leading was the one that my brain wanted to just wallow in like a cool lake on a hot day. Well, to be fair, I also wanted to wallow in the ‘I have six girlfriends and more fuckbuddies’ thing too, but magic was at my fingertips.

My short list of spells to figure out how to do efficiently was becoming not-so-short. My gamer brain immediately went to trying to figure out the most effective offensive and defensive spells, but passive defences and utility spells were probably just as important. Not to mention the power-farming runes Linds and I needed to figure out. Or the spells I was going to need to make people happy. Benji’s ‘grow taller’ request was simple on the face of it, and I could technically try to just shift him into the unreal, believe that he was taller, and then pull him back out again and he should be taller. But that would be an all-at-once event, and I got this feeling that it would be harder to do because he was a person, and one I knew well. I didn’t think tall when I thought of Benji, so believing it for a spell and influencing the unreal would be weird.

Sitting in Ancient History next to Jay, however, my mind was wandering to the two spells I needed that would form the basis of not only some requested sexual encounters but also the best defensive measures I could develop.

The first one was a spell that would make it possible to do things, including other magic, without anyone noticing. There were options to explore in that broader generalisation. The obvious one was invisibility, and more than a few uber-nerds had worked on that particular brain worm for shits and giggles over time. But what if I didn’t need to try to be invisible? What if I could cast a spell on myself that would make me ‘unnoticeable?’ Or that would make anything I did seem totally normal and not remarkable at all, or even boring and completely forgettable, to someone who saw me? But would that be a spell I cast on myself, or that I would cast on the observer? Or could I even cast a spell that would remove me, or whatever subject, from other people’s perception entirely so they would look right through me, or us, if I was with someone else, as if I was invisible and completely silent?

The second spell went back to the well of what I’d almost pieced together badly before - a way to stop time, or at least make it seem like I’d stopped time. That second part was probably more realistic. I was sure that some fucking bonkers wizards had philosophies on Time, and they were probably just as theoretical as anything that modern scientists knew. Quantum physics, string theory stuff where it was all guesswork after a certain point. I didn’t have those philosophies to study, though, and I would be sceptical of them anyway.

If I was going to fuck with time magic, I needed to believe the shit I was doing, and the only way I was going to do that was if I developed the logic myself. And I couldn’t get bogged down in the various Timey-Wimey, Multiversal or Time is a Circle theories that I would need to carve through to do it. In this case, all my devouring of Science Fiction stories actually hurt my creativity because there were too many understandable options to build off of.

Making it seem like I had stopped time, though, was a lot simpler. Theoretically, at least.

The two options really boiled down to Make Me Faster, or Make Everything Else Slower. Then it was just about degrees of speed.

‘Make Me Faster’ was probably the one that would work easier, since it was more ‘limited’ in terms of scope of target. And I had media to build off of for it, too. That X-Men movie that had come out with the super cool Quicksilver sequence. And there was an early 2000s movie I remembered seeing once where someone’s Dad or Uncle or someone had developed a time-stopping watch, but it turned out the watch didn’t stop time it just sped someone up so fast it seemed like time stopped. The drawback in that movie, if I was remembering it properly, was that moving fast also meant you aged faster. There was also plenty of ‘quick reaction time’ magic stuff in Fantasy stories where the person tapping into the magic would need to consume more calories and that sort of thing.

It was all stuff I’d need to think about. Maybe it was possible that slowing down a bubble of space would actually be easier to lower the cost despite the target size being more variable… but then, if I slowed down a bubble of space that only partially covered something or someone, what would happen? And on that note, if I slowed down a bubble of stationary space but the rest of the world kept moving, would I be ripping it out of the earth as the world kept spinning? I’d need to tie the bubble gravitationally instead of fixing it in space-

And that was where my mind had wandered by the time Jay was elbowing me at the end of class. The good news was that I hadn’t drifted to sleep, and hadn’t been so obviously daydreaming that Mr Pulman noticed, but I couldn’t remember a single damn thing he’d lectured on.

“You OK?” Jay asked as we left the class.

I grunted and shook my head. “Just thinking of the consequences of stopping time,” I said.

He gave me a ‘What?’ look, but that changed to a considering one after a moment. “Well, wouldn't the first consequence be needing to figure out how to turn it back on?”

“Exactly,” I said.

We split up after a minute, and I’m sure anyone who heard us talking figured we were debating the latest Marvel comic.

I got to English a little later than usual, getting my usual ‘Good Morning’ from Miss Morrison before sitting down in between Aidra and Benji.

“You were late this morning,” Aidra said, turning in her seat and smirking at me.

“Yeah, well, I kinda got chewed out by my parents before the sun rose,” I sighed. “Thanks for last night, by the way.”

“I don’t want to hear this,” Banji groaned.

“She gave me and Lauren rides home as cover,” I said, rolling my eyes at him.

“And I bet you do want to hear about it,” Aidra smirked.

Benji flashed her the finger and snorted.

“I didn’t get my good morning smooch,” Aidra pointed out, refocusing on me.

That made me chuckle. “We’ve fallen into a routine that fast?”

“Come here,” she murmured, shooting me a hungry look with her eyes as she nibbled on the corner of her lower lip.

I didn’t just ‘come here,’ I scooped my hand behind her head and wove my fingers into her black hair as I pulled her to me, leaning in to kiss her just as ferociously as she would usually attack me in the morning. She grunted into the kiss, accepting it like I was water and she was the desert soaking me up. We only stopped when Miss Morrison cleared her voice loudly from her desk, and when I glanced around with a self-assured smile I saw a bunch of people staring at us, or trying not to stare at us.

Everyone knew by now. Emily had made sure of that. So why should I hide the fact that I was hungrily smitten with Aidra? She was of the same mind, grinning cockily as she leaned back in her chair and stretched.

Miss Morrison got class started and, other than finding my eyes lingering on her for a long moment, I was pretty sure nothing weird passed between us. I didn’t think I’d dreamed of, or with, her the night before…

Time stopping had too many variables I needed to consider to get an answer worked out without a lot more thought, and probably one of those murder boards with all the red string. The whole ‘don’t be noticed’ thing had potential though.

I settled into my seat, starting to work through the problem. If it was a spell being cast on the person or people I wanted to not notice something, it would be a case of isolating the things I didn’t want them to notice and blanking them either from their senses or from their thought processing if I wanted them to totally ignore me. If you couldn’t smell, taste, touch, hear or see something, could you know it was there? The obvious drawback was that anyone I didn’t initially target with the spell, or outside of the effective bubble, would perceive everything unless I was able to catch them in time. The second drawback was that if I was being completely imperceptible people could easily walk right into me. Accidental collision didn’t seem like the end of the world, but if I was using the spell in the way a couple of the girls wanted me to and we had some random person tripping over us, that could get awkward fast.

If I targeted myself, or selected subjects, I could do the same imperceptible elements but point it outwards. That fixed the ‘getting caught’ thing of someone not in the initial spell-catching sight or sound of me but didn’t help with the accidental collision part. To fix that I needed people to still be able to perceive me, but not process what I was doing as strange or noteworthy, or accept it as the norm for the time they were witnessing me with the spell on.

In other words, I needed to figure out how to make it so someone could witness me getting a blowjob in the middle of a crowd and either have their mental focus slide right off of it or accept it as normal until they weren’t seeing it anymore.

That felt more like a ‘target others’ spell than a ‘target self’ spell, but that just reopened the ‘what if someone got missed’ door.

Would it be easier to make myself ‘slide’ from people’s mental focus, or accept what I was doing as normal? Was there a way I could research psychology, or how the brain worked, to make it more cost-effective?

I shook my head, sitting forward in my seat just to make sure I didn’t look like I was completely zonked out in class again. Miss Morrison had noticed that once already this week, I didn’t need to start turning her from a friendly face into a disapproving one - though, to be fair, if I hadn’t done that by making a pass at her I wasn’t sure what would put her over the edge.

Realistically, I needed to just test some theories and see what would actually cost more or less in terms of power.

Forming the spell in my mind was becoming easier - not in the sense that it was hard to do, but I was starting to more organically fit designations into my ideas, which helped me get the idea in order instead of just shoving it whole cloth into my pool of power. That worked, but it wasn’t efficient.

I started with the idea of anything I would do ‘sliding’ from someone's mental focus. They wouldn’t be limited from seeing or hearing me, but nothing about me or what I was doing would register as something they needed to care about or remember. I would be the mental equivalent of a featureless grey rock in a field of rock, something to be moved around but otherwise completely unworthy of comment or memory.

The theoretical cost wasn’t horrible. It would need feeding though, a slow trickle of power until I turned it off instead of a one-time investment. That wouldn’t be a problem unless I needed to do it for an extended period, and if I got into that situation there were probably easier or better ideas I’d be using anyway.

I let the concept fade instead of thrusting it into the fireworks that were always present in the back of my mind and started forming the ‘it’s normal’ version of the spell. A lot of it was similar to the ‘sliding’ on, but I realised quickly where I was going to hit a roadblock.

‘Normal’ was a relative term. A modality that any person could use about anything based on their own perception. I was trying to force-fit the spell to a concept that was amorphous enough that it didn’t have a sense of being in the Unreal. There was no ‘normal’ in magic, there was only what someone was used to. Someone’s ‘normal’ could change quickly, but as a concept, they would always be comparing it to what ‘normal’ had previously been for them.

The spell would be competing with History, and would need to overpower someone’s natural willpower in how they considered things while moving through the world.

The cost was way bigger.

I let the spell concept fade from my mind, chewing on the inside of my lip. The whole thing about what was ‘normal’ and the spell costing more because it was messing with a relative term was interesting, and I had to wonder if there was something there in how to flip that on its head. I quickly texted myself a note about it and then started forming the ‘sliding’ spell concept again, tinkering with it a little until I had it about as finessed as I thought I could without doing some deep dives into mental processes.

There was no time like the present to test it out, right?

I let the spell ease into the fireworks at the back of my mind and felt it light up with a flash as magic began to empower it and bring it to life. Once the concept was gone, floating amidst the power and slowly draining a trickle of power, I looked around the classroom.

Miss Morrison was at the front, talking through a concept that I hadn’t been paying attention to - I was probably going to need to borrow someone’s notes later for that. It looked like half the class was paying attention to her or writing notes, and the other half were in the same state of thought that I’d been - which was to say, distracted.

No one was looking at me.

I cleared my throat loudly.

No one looked over at me.

I slid my hand onto Aidra’s thigh. She was wearing a black and grey kilt today and I ran my hand down the soft fabric and onto her smooth skin.

She didn’t look over, didn’t bring her hand down onto mine, didn’t even blink.

Another glance around the room confirmed there still wasn’t anyone looking at me.

I blew out a breath, murmured, “Fuck it,” and then stood up abruptly. Several people glanced over at me, Aidra and Miss Morrison among them, but no one said anything and their eyes passed over me, glancing around the room.

Either my sudden movement, or the sound of my chair on the floor, had drawn their immediate attention, but the spell was working. Their attention was drawn to me and immediately slid away.

I walked out from behind the row of desks, passing behind Miss Morrison and going to the closed door of the class. Watching everyone, I quietly opened the door, stepped out, and shut it. No one looked over. Then I opened the door and slammed it, the loud bang crashing through the classroom and echoing down the corridor where I was standing. This time a bunch of people in the class looked over, but again it was like the split second of their reaction to the sound was all that sparked in them. Their eyes passed over the door, and me in the window, and circled around back to whatever they’d been looking at before.

Re-entering the class, I shut the door normally and stood next to Miss Morrison as she continued her brief lecture. No one even looked at me. I went and stood in front of Aidra’s desk and knelt down, reaching underneath and undoing the laces on one of her boots and pulling it off. Her toes flexed once her sock-covered foot was free, but otherwise, she didn’t react.

I could interact with them and the spell didn’t break.

Standing up, I circled back around the line of desks until I was standing behind my little goth fuckbuddy and I put my hands on her shoulders, then slid them down over her chest. She was wearing a tight black sweater to go with her kilt and I was easily able to palm her little tits and feel her nipples through the soft fabric of whatever bra she was wearing underneath. Once I found them I started to tease them, rubbing them with my fingers until they were stiff.

Aidra shifted and glanced over at my chair, and then frowned for a moment before looking back towards the front of the class.

I sighed, letting go of her and standing up to take a deep breath and look around again. No one was watching me, looking shocked at my activities. I could walk around the room and feel up every one of my female classmates if I wanted to. Olivia, over in the corner, had some big tits. And everyone knew that Taylor, over near the door, had her nipples pierced last summer because we could all see the little bumps when she wore anything too tight.

Or I could go up to Miss Morrison. I could slide my hands inside her blouse and feel the soft skin of her stomach as I slid my hands up to her chest, recreating the dreams we’d shared.

I sat down in my seat, clearing my throat again, this time to try and expel the temptation. I was not that guy. Aidra I knew wouldn’t be bothered at all about me testing things with her momentarily unknowing. Morrison wouldn’t. There was a line I couldn’t let myself cross.

The spell had eaten up about the same amount that a teleportal would have taken. I winced as I looked at the clock - I should have timed the experiment, but at best guess it was somewhere under five minutes. Not awful, but still definitely a cost. And definitely not free.

I let the spell end, the essence of it boiling away in my pool of fireworks, and it didn’t feel like anything changed so I put my hand on Aidra’s thigh again. She sniffed in softly, glancing at me out of the corner of her eye and biting her lip for a moment before dropping her hand on top of mine, encouraging me to flatten my hand more, to hold more of her bare skin. We stayed like that until Morrison ended her lecture and started giving time for us to write our reading reflections.

“What did you do?” Aidra asked quietly, leaning towards me.

“Tell me what you mean by that, first,” I said. “For science.”

She rolled her eyes at me. “At one point during class, I started to get little tingles, like I was getting horny, and I was thinking about what we could get up to later and I looked over and you were gone. But I didn’t remember you leaving.” She frowned. “Or you coming back, actually.”

I squeezed her leg. “I was testing a spell. It worked.”

“Are you going to tell me what it is?” she asked curiously. “And is it fun?”

“It will be,” I promised. “And I’ll show you soon. But there’s someone else I need to show because she asked for it first.”

Aidra raised an eyebrow. “Who? Because if it was Lauren, you would just tell me.”

I thought about saying something cryptic just to mess with her a little, but then changed my mind. “What are your plans for lunch?” I asked.

“Eating with you, and then eating your meat unless Lauren has something else planned for you,” Aidra smirked. “Why?”

“Because we’re going on a little trip,” I said. “I think it’s time you get to meet Jordan. You’ll like her.”