Font of Fertility Ch. 32 (Beta)

The following is the Beta Draft of Font of Fertility Ch 32. 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 a return to school, promises made and conflicts rediscovered.

Jeremiah is finally back in school and reconnecting with his regular, not-so-normal life.

Returning Dramatis Personae

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

• Jordan - Concubine/Submissive, Redheaded writer friend

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

• Wendy van Rothe - ‘Better than you’ magical girl high school clique leader, wants to be famous, likely culprit for Magic Magazine interview

• 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 - Jerry’s best guy friend from high school

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

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

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

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

Referenced Characters

• Annalise Stoker - Concubine/Girlfriend, Fire Mage

• Ashley - Jordan's friend, Emily’s older sister. Had sex at the New Year’s Party.

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

• Maya Stoker - Annalise’s younger sister

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

• Victorious - Ancient demonic nightmare horse-turned-muscle car

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Christmas break was three weeks. My life had started changing before the break, but now it all felt more… real wasn’t the right term. More changed?

I was supposed to be a writer and that was the best I could come up with?

At least I had a better idea of what being a Seat of Fertility meant, now. To the thousands of Ascended who relied on my influence to at least keep their lives stable, and the millions of regular people who had no idea that I could change the course of their nations and world based on my whims. The last time I’d been at school I’d had one girlfriend - now I had six gorgeous women in a harem, a fuck buddy witch, another girl who was interested in trying more stuff out with me, and three much more adult women who I had complicated relationships with.

‘Swimming in pussy’ wasn’t how I would have thought my life would be going back in October. I’d been crushing on Lauren, and getting through school day-by-day dreaming up magical worlds, not living in one.

Everything was different, and realistically I probably shouldn’t have been trying to cling to how things had been before, but I didn’t want to give up my life. I didn’t want to drop out of high school and disappear into the magical world. And Lauren’s point that we needed to stay anchored in the real world to keep ourselves from becoming like the weird, decadent, power-hungry other Seats was extremely solid.

So I took the bus.

I could have summoned Victorious to drive to school myself, showing up in a hotrod of a muscle car to show off. Or, with all the money I had, I could have ordered an Uber or something. It definitely would have been faster. But for three and a half years I’d taken the town bus to school, and it was my routine. I got on at my usual stop; the snow had mostly melted away again, leaving a mucky grime over a lot of the curbs and streets, and everything was a little grey from the overcast weather. Before all of, well, everything that had happened I would have probably been drearily trying to blink myself awake as I listened to some music with headphones in and watched the same sights slowly pass by like always.

But everything was different.

‘Good morning, Sir,’ the first text came in. With a picture. I had to tilt my phone to make sure no one was going to see it by glancing in my direction before I opened it because it was from Jordan. Well, to be fair, I would need to do that for almost all my girls, but Jordan especially. And I was right to be careful - she’d sent me a picture of her sitting at her desk, her makeup freshly applied but topless with her small breasts thrust out with her shoulders back as she smiled at the camera. She had her glasses off but her nosering in, and the choker that represented our relationship hugged her slender throat.

I’d spent half the night with her even though we both needed to be up in the morning. The first part had been just unburdening my stresses as I told her everything that had happened on the weekend in greater detail than our texts. The second part had been slow love-making; it had been late, and we couldn’t be loud because her roommate Ashley would be really confused if she overheard Jordan having sex with me when I was supposed to be half the continent away. Slow, simmering sex while making out was just as good as the harder, rougher, more demanding sex we usually had.

‘Good morning, dear little harem slut,’ I sent back to her. 

‘Mmm, thank you for the buzz, Sir,’ she replied, then sent me another picture. It was her dressed up in a cute outfit for the day; a pair of tight jeans that hugged her skinny legs, a baggy knit sweater and a scarf, with her long copper hair pulled back into a half ponytail. ‘Approve?’

‘You look gorgeous. Have a good class!’ I replied with a soft smile.

‘Find someone to fuck for me at school!’ she sent back. ‘I want to hear all the naughty details.’

I rolled my eyes, my grin widening a bit. She somehow beat out Lauren, Lindsey and Angie on the kinky scale - my only other partner who really competed with her on that front was Aidra.

No more texts came in during the bus ride, but I knew they would through the morning. Lindsey and Stacey both had noon classes for their Monday mornings, their new semester starting just like Jordan. Angie had a morning shift that started at 10 AM, so she didn’t need to be up quite yet. I wasn’t sure what sort of timeline Annalise and Maya were following as they drove back up from New Mexico, but I didn’t expect them to be up and on the road at 7 AM if they didn’t need to.

Everyone else who might have texted, I was going to see at school anyway.

Nothing had changed with the school, and I got off the bus at the corner along with a dozen other students. The town had two bus lines that covered a couple of big circles and crossed over each other in the downtown area and at the school - people who lived in the further-flung suburbs, or outside of town, got the classic yellow bus experience. Jay was in one of those, while Benji’s mom drove him in every day. Lauren would be on the other city bus that didn’t arrive for at least a few minutes, so I did what we always did and I headed into the school, through the slowly filling hallways as students filled their lockers and saw people they hadn’t talked to in person in weeks.

That was when I found something had changed.

I was… well, I wasn’t popular, but I was more popular than before because of my New Year’s Party. I really hadn’t done much of the work for it compared to the girls, but apparently, I was the only person who threw a party of any size over the break, which made me the central social activist of the last month and bought me a bunch of social credit that had people calling hello’s to me when we usually would have just passed each other by in the hallways. I even got some shoulder pats and back slaps.

“Good morning, Jeremiah,” Tala said, her beaming smile catching me up when we crossed paths. She stepped in for a hug and I wrapped my arms around her, squeezing her gently.

“Morning, Tala,” I said. The dancer had flitted through my thoughts since she’d given me her virginity at the party, and now I felt a little guilty that I hadn’t really made more of a priority out of connecting with her. She was pretty, and attractive, and I liked her. And she wanted to have more sex with me - I just didn’t feel the spark of love with her. Lauren thought she was a shoo-in for the harem, I had a feeling this was short-term. “Weird to be back, yeah?”

“Every year,” she smirked a little, looking up at me with that cute smile as she stepped back. “I wanna talk to you later, ‘kay?”

“Sure,” I said and felt a little flush of arousal as she bit her lips and her eyes traced down my front to my crotch and then back up quickly when she realised what she was doing.

“See you later,” she said as she blushed lightly.

“You too,” I agreed and then hugged her again quickly before separating.

I made it to my locker and got my coat and backpack inside before I had my next interruption of the morning.

“Good morning… Jeremiah.”

I turned, particularly at the weird hesitation at saying my name, and saw that Wendy van Rothe was standing a couple of feet away. She was dressed in a skirt despite the cool January day, with a button-down blouse that had the top few buttons open and showing off some cleavage. I couldn’t remember if that was normal for her or not because we’d never really interacted before beyond being in a couple of the same classes early on in high school. 

“Wendy,” I said with a nod, trying not to make assumptions. Aidra had told me she was a ‘leader’ of one of the magical social cliques at the school and also wanted to be famous. Those things didn’t bode well with her deciding to approach me.

“I was wondering if you had a good Christmas break?” she asked, acting as if we talked all the time.

“It was pretty eventful,” I said, raising an eyebrow. “Is there something I can help you with?”

“Y-es,” she said, hesitating again. Wendy wasn’t unattractive, she was just sort of ‘normal’ attractive while putting in a bit too much effort. Now that I’d been with a variety of women I was starting to realise what I liked, and what I didn’t, and Wendy was just sort of bland to me in comparison. “I was wondering if you would like to join me and some friends for lunch today.”

“Ah,” I said. “Sorry, but I have plans. I’m sure I’ll be able to connect with you some other time though.”

“Oh, alright,” she said. “It’s just that we, my friends and I, represent the most important people here that you’d probably want to associate with.”

I frowned a little, still with a raised eyebrow. “Right,” I said slowly. “Well, you and I haven’t ever spoken two words to each other, so I would reconsider what you think I consider important. Actually, you know what? You should probably talk to Lauren about when a good time for you to meet with us would be.”

Wendy made a bit of a face. “I’d rather deal with the actual-”

“Prime?” Lauren interrupted, stepping around from behind Wendy. She slid in next to me and I leaned down, kissing her firmly as I hugged an arm around her waist and she ran a hand up the back of my neck and into my hairline, scratching my scalp lightly. Our kiss lingered, probably rudely considering it was mid-conversation. When it finally ended we stayed close, our noses still brushing, as we looked into each other’s eyes. “Good morning, babe,” she said.

“Good morning,” I said with my own grin. She was dressed in her usual jeans but must have grabbed one of my sweaters at some point because she was wearing the hoodie with pride.

Lauren turned her attention back to Wendy and raised her eyebrows.

“I didn’t mean to- I just-” Wendy stammered a little, having gone a little red.

“You thought that you could influence him, or use him for your own gain,” Lauren said. “Or you hoped to. Wendy, you’re not in trouble, and you’ll likely get fucked by him before the end of the year, but you need to realise that unless you're asking for a particular favour and are upfront about it, trying to be a manipulative bitch isn’t going to get you anywhere.”

I couldn’t believe Lauren was so blunt with her words, if not her intention, but no one seemed to notice as the flow of students moving through the hallways didn’t react to what was being said. People had headphones in, were looking down at their phones, or were having their own conversations. Even the people just walking down the corridor were off in their own little world, tired or daydreaming.

“I-” Wendy said, obviously unsure how to react.

“You can go, Wendy,” I said. “Next time you want to talk, you can ask me or Lauren and we’ll set up a time.”

She clicked her mouth shut and got a frustrated look on her face before turning on her heel and stalking away. I sighed, shaking my head, feeling like I’d just made an enemy.

“She’s small potatoes, Jerry,” Lauren said, reading my mind. “She’s only a problem if you give her the air to be a problem.”

“You could have been a little more diplomatic,” I said.

Lauren smirked and shrugged. “Whatever. I’m done thinking mean girl shit in high school is worth any attention at all. With the people we’re dealing with, none of this fucking matters.”

“Have I mentioned today that I love you?” I asked, pulling her into me by her hips.

“That’s the first,” she said with a grin and kissed me again.

“Can I get one of those?”

We separated and found that Aidra had joined us in front of my locker. The short goth must have already hit her locker because she was dressed in a black and white checkerboard skirt and a black short-sleeved crop top that showed off a slice of her petite stomach. She looked cute, and I vaguely wondered if she was showing off for me or not - did she have a bra on under that top, or panties under the skirt?

“Yeah, of course,” Lauren said immediately.

That made me raise my eyebrows this time. “Are we being open about… relations? At school?” I asked.

Lauren gave me a one-shoulder shrug. “I’m fine with people knowing I’m willing to share - no point in keeping it too hidden if I’m going to be setting you up with girls we know.” She turned to Aidra. “You have my permission to kiss, make out, and otherwise hook up with him whenever you want, babe.”

“Thanks,” Aidra grinned, then stepped forward and looked up at me pointedly. I sighed with a chagrined look and leaned down, wrapping my hands around the bare part of her waist and planting a kiss on her. She moaned lightly into it, pressing her body to mine. She ran her hands across my chest, and when we pulled away from the kiss she bit the corner of her lip. “FYI, I don’t care about my reputation - you can grab my ass whenever.”

I chuckled and shook my head. “You might not, but I care about it,” I said. “Mostly because I don’t want anyone else getting the idea that you’re easy and making you uncomfortable.”

Aidra rolled her eyes. “You don’t think I can’t take care of that myself?”

“I think it’s setting other guys up for pain and sorrow,” I said. “I’d rather you not get antagonised.”

“You may not be one of us,” Lauren said. “But you know who he is. And people were already staring while you kissed him like that in front of me. Everyone in the school is going to know by lunch.”

The petite goth sighed and smiled happily. “Fair,” she said. “We’re still getting together after school, yeah?”

We agreed, and Aidra gave us both a hungry look before laughing and saying she’d see me in class later before heading off.

“Tala wants to talk later,” I said to Lauren. “Know what that’s about?”

“Mhmm,” my girlfriend hummed, smiling knowingly but keeping her lips shut.

“Not gonna tell me?”

She shook her head, then pivoted the conversation. “Have you seen Jay or Benji yet?”

“No,” I said heavily. “I’m not sure what to expect.”

“Well, you have class with Jay this morning. Maybe you can figure it out then.”

“Hopefully. I just don’t want to push him too fast.”

“Him, or them?” Lauren asked.

I hesitated for a moment before shaking my head. “Him. Benji will… be Benji.”

Lauren pursed her lips and nodded, and we pivoted to quickly making sure we knew what was going on for the day - the first rule that we’d agreed on was no skipping class for hooking up, at least together. We could fuck pretty much whenever we wanted since I had my magic, but that didn’t mean we should abuse it; we both liked being in school even if it was sometimes a bore, and we wanted to finish out the experience. Other hookups, particularly on my part, were OK for ditching a class.

I walked Lauren to class, which she bugged me about since we weren’t that couple, were we? But then she gave me a sweet kiss at the door and adjusted how my hoodie sat on her before giving me a wink and walking in. I headed one corridor over to my own class, Ancient History with Mr Pulman, and about half of the students were already in and chatting since we were close to the bell. Jay was already sitting in his usual seat, looking normal, so I went over.

“You tell me where we’re at,” I said. “Do you need me to sit somewhere else?”

“Sit down,” he sighed, nudging my chair out with a foot. “Just… I’m still processing. So don’t be weird.”

“Well that sucks,” I said. “When am I not weird?”

He snorted and rolled his eyes, and I grabbed my seat. We didn’t talk for a couple of minutes before the bell rang, but he didn’t seem to be tense or on edge or anything, so I was hopeful.

I got my next text from Stacey; I’d been expecting Angie to be the next one of my girlfriends to reach out, but then Stace was probably up early to exercise. Her good morning came in about halfway through my first class, and it was a bit of a job to check my phone in a way that didn’t reveal I was doing it to Mr Pulman at the front as he lectured on Ancient Rome, but also angled so that no one around me including Jay to my immediate right could see the screen.

And I was glad that I bothered because while Stacey hadn’t sent me a revealing selfie she had sent me a picture of Lindsey, naked and asleep in bed, a pillow between her legs like she was humping it and a vibrator they must have used last night wedged between her bare tits. ‘Sleeping Beauty’ was the caption she sent with it.

I had to suppress my snort and then sent her back a good morning. She hit me back with a picture of her down in the workout room of the apartment complex as she was riding a stationary bike, dressed in some of her usual workout gear, then another of Leandro when he wasn’t looking as he ran on a treadmill. ‘He’s being good,’ Stacey sent. ‘No problems so far.’ I sent her back a heart emoji and wished her a good day.

The next text came from Annalise, with no picture, to the group chat I shared with all the girls - I had no idea if she or anyone else had already said anything in the Harem Chat that I wasn’t invited to. ‘Hitting the road. We’re on our way.’

Me, Lauren, Jordan and Stacey all sent her hopes for clear roads, and then Jordan sent a picture to the chat of her bored in a lecture hall. Stacey replied with another selfie as she made a silly face while doing an arm curl.

“Dude, you didn’t hear any of that, did you?” Jay asked from next to me.

“What?” I asked, looking up. People were getting up from their seats.

“The bell rang, and Pulman said we have a quiz on the unit at the end of the week. And he’s not accepting any excuses about our essays being late,” Jay said as he stood, but waited for me to gather my shit and join him.

“Fuck,” I sighed.

“I’m assuming that means you did about as much work on yours as I did on mine over the break?” Jay grimaced.

“Hey man,” I said. “I was a little busy.”

“I guess that’s fair,” Jay shook his head. “I’m guessing an essay isn’t something you can just-” He wiggled his fingers, clearly referencing my magic.

“I mean, I could maybe figure something out, but the effort wouldn’t be any easier than actually writing it,” I said.

“Yeah, maybe for you,” Jay sighed. “Mr ‘Writes Like The Wind.’ You can bullshit an essay like it’s nothing.”

“Sorry,” I shrugged. He wasn’t wrong.

“I’ll see you at lunch,” he said. “Just… try not to be so stuck on your phone. Someone is going to notice.”

Well, that was something at least. We separated and I went looking for Lauren, but she’d already left her last class. I connected to her with my little psychic communication spell and she told me she was ‘working on something’ and I didn’t need to walk her to every class or she’d be tempted to find a dark corner for us to snag a quickie - she’d see me at lunch. 

New texts came in as I was headed to English for my second class of the morning. Angie was up and sent me a selfie as she was eating breakfast, admitting she was in a rush to get ready for work before sending her polite well wishes to Annalise for their trip. I took a detour on my route and snapped a selfie of myself next to a picture of her in the sports display cabinet from when she played on the school volleyball team. That got me a series of emojis that mostly centred around crying-laughing faces and heart eyes.

My next class was English with Miss Morrison, along with Aidra and Benji.

Aidra met me outside the class, giving me that little half-smirk of hers as she stuck her tongue out at me playfully. I shook my head and rolled my eyes in response as I approached, and she grabbed me by the front of my shirt and pulled me past the classroom door into the corner between it and the lockers. The kiss was hot and passionate, but we kept it brief. I noticed more people glancing in our direction, some of them in surprise.

Miss Morrison was at her desk, rifling through some paper, when we came in but she glanced up and smiled, giving us both a little wave hello like she usually did. To be fair, Aidra and I were both… ‘favourites’ was maybe too strong a word, but we excelled in her class and she was more willing to give both of us the benefit of the doubt. She was dressed in a long, flowy skirt that went down to her ankles, revealing some comfortable flats, and she’d paired it with a blouse with a blazer over top of it - it showed pretty much no skin, but there wasn’t any hiding her significant bust, or nice hips.

To be fair, she probably rivalled Annalise, and Aidra’s mom Ramona had her beat, but then what was the point of comparing? Miss Morrison was very attractive, and I was reminded again of how she’d floated through my sex dream that time I’d gone to bed ‘unfulfilled.’

“Morning, Miss,” Aidra and I both said, almost but not quite in stereo.

“Morning, you guys,” she said with a smile and then returned to what she was looking through. Aidra and I grabbed seats where we usually did along one side of the room, and before we could start talking about anything Benji entered the class. My some-time friend hesitated when he saw Aidra and I sitting together, and I had to suppress a snort and chuckle when Aidra made a show of pretending she hadn’t seen him and instead teasing her fingers along my arm and down to tickle my palm before looking at me and smirking.

“Uh, heeey,” Benji said as he came over and sat down on my other side.

“Hey,” I said. “We good?”

He shrugged. “Uh, I guess.” He glanced past me at Aidra. “Is she, like…”

“Like what?” Aidra asked, leaning around me to look at Benji.

“Um…” he said.

“Maybe don’t ask those kinds of questions…” I said, glancing pointedly around the room at the other people.

“Right, right,” Benji said. “Did Jay say anything earlier?”

“He said not to be weird about things, and we’d have lunch together,” I said. “I told him lunch was on, but when am I not weird?”

Benji chuckled half-heartedly, and we didn’t have time for more of a conversation because it was a big class and we were soon surrounded by other students.

Miss Morrison got the class rolling, welcoming us back for the last month before the end of the semester and so on. She reminded us about the various projects we still had coming up, and what the rest of the month was going to look like before exams.

I was distracted again by texts silently coming in on my phone. Lindsey had finally woken up and sent me a long text about how she missed sleeping in the same bed as me - we’d had a glorious few days there where we’d been together every night. Then she sent me another long text that I knew I was going to have to read later since it was about the syphon runes she was working on. No picture from her until about halfway through the class, when I’d told her I was stuck in between Aidra and Benji in class, and she sent through a topless picture as she raised her eyebrow and held a little sign where she’d written, ‘Hey, Aidra.’ I smirked and nudged the goth girl, who glanced over and I nodded to where I was holding my phone low.

Aidra saw it, smiled, and blushed.

I didn’t know what it was, but for some reason, Lindsey just wowed her somehow.

The lesson was on the book In Cold Blood, a nonfiction ‘novel’ about a cold-blooded killing, and Miss Morrison was lecturing on ethics before she gave us the last twenty minutes of class to work on our reports. For every book we read for class, she had us write a one-page reflection, and she always gave us enough time in class to get it done if we were staying up to date on our readings. She also used that time to make her way around the room and interact with the students. She started at the opposite side of the room from us that day, so it was closing on the end of the period when she got around to Benji on my right.

Aidra had finished her reflection already, having wrapped it up on her tablet, and had occupied herself by taking my hand and starting to draw on the underside of my wrist in black permanent marker. It was… weirdly intimate. We’d always been casual friends and had sat together in other classes before, but this was the first time we’d been this touchy. And it was nice.

I paid almost no attention to what she was doodling on my skin, half my mind on the feel of her smaller hands holding and steadying mine and the other half on the notes I was writing for my assignment - it would take me fifteen minutes to type it up on my computer at home.

“You’re looking consternated, Benji,” Miss Morrison said as she came over to stand in front of us, more in front of me than him. “That or constipated, and for the school nurse's sake I hope it’s the former.”

I snorted softly and shook my head.

“I’m just, uh, a little behind on the reading, Miss,” Benji admitted.

She tutted softly. “You know it’s easier to stay caught up than to constantly be playing catch up. Let me guess, too many video games over the break, not enough books?”

“Something like that,” he sighed.

“Well, the sooner you do it, the sooner it’s done and not on your mind anymore,” Miss Morrison said.

“Yes, Miss,” Benji said in that tone of voice that was universal to a guy who’d heard the same thing a thousand times before.

“How about you, Jeremiah?” Miss Morrison asked, leaning over slightly and planting her palms on the front corners of my desk. If she’d been wearing a top that showed cleavage I would have been getting an eyeful, but since she wasn’t all my focus went to her face. “Too many video games with Benji or did you have time to read on the break?”

“I’m all caught up, Miss,” I said, though to be fair I’d finished the book before the break had even started. “It was definitely a busy holiday though.”

“I’m sure it was,” she said with a slightly wistful smile while she focused on what Aidra was doing. “Interesting design, Aidra. I don’t think it would make for a good tattoo for Jeremiah, though. He strikes me more as a lion kind of guy, not an ostrich.”

“What?” I asked and finally looked down at my arm. Aidra had, in fact, been drawing an ostrich in the black permanent marker. The head sat on my wrist just under my palm and the neck went down my arm to the top of its feathered body. “Hey.”

Aidro laughed, scrunching up her nose, and let go of my arm as she capped her marker. “I was wondering when you’d realise.”

“You can head to the washroom to start scrubbing it off now if you’d like,” Miss Morrison offered me, then looked at Aidra. “Next time try something more flattering. A good-looking guy like Jeremiah isn’t going to wear your art forever if it’s too silly.”

I said I could wait until after class for the washroom and washing the marker off, fully intending to just magic it away like I assumed Aidra knew I would. Miss Morrison laughed and rolled her eyes at us before heading to her desk.

“She’s got the hots for you for sure,” Aidra said, leaning in and whispering it practically in my ear.

“No,” I said dismissively.

“She said you're a lion kind of guy and called you good-looking,” Aidra whispered. “And you can’t tell me you’re not DTF her.”

“Teacher,” I said, nodding towards Morrison. Then pointed at myself. “Student. Illegal.”

“Seat,” Aidra countered, pointing at me. Then she thumbed back at Morrison. “Hot widow. It’s not like you can’t make anything bad that happens just go away. She was hitting on you, dude.”

I hesitated but ended up shaking my head. It was maybe a thing, but a big maybe. Not that I wouldn’t want to have sex with Miss Morrison on a physical level, or even an intellectual one - she was the kind of teacher who made me feel like there were entire worlds left to learn and explore, unlike some who barely managed to present the material in front of them.

“Whatever,” Aidra said, giving me a dubious look. “Maybe I’ll fuck her then.”

“You’re welcome to try,” I said, my mind immediately drifting to the idea of Aidra in a sixty-nine with Miss Morrison. It was a hot prospect.

“Maybe I will,” Aidra smirked.

Class ended, and Miss Morrison wished us a good day before we headed out.

“You guys eat in the Caf, right?” Aidra asked.

“Yeah, joining us?” I confirmed.

Aidra nodded. “See you there.”

As she walked off Benji looked from her to me several times. “So… that’s like, a thing now?” he asked.

“It’s a… casual thing,” I said.

“So you’re not dating her.”

“No, it’s different than that,” I said.

“How different? Like, would you be mad if I asked her out?”

I had to suppress a laugh because if that happened, Aidra would eat Benji alive. “No, I wouldn’t be mad,” I said. “But I also don’t think she’d accept. She’s kind of decided to ride out the year without getting into a relationship. With a guy, at least.”

“You do realise when you say shit like that, you’re pretty much forcing pictures into my brain, right?” he sighed.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head, and we started heading towards our lockers. I hadn’t quite made it, and Benji had peeled off to stop at his for his lunch, when I felt like I had boss encounter music start playing in my head. There was a disruption coming down the hallway; the Hot Cunts were barging through as if they expected the world to move around them. Their skirts swished, and their tops showed off just enough cleavage to be promiscuous without being slutty, and all three of them had perfectly coiffed ‘hot girl summer’ hair despite it being January. Maybe it was some sort of ‘hot girl’ aura compounded by them working together, or maybe it was by sheer force of their egos, but it really did seem like the crowd parted before them.

And Emily was in the lead.

The last time I’d seen her, she’d been trying to make nice at the mall after demanding to see my dick because she didn’t believe the rumours. The bitchy popular girl thought she was the Queen Bee of the school (and I had to wonder how Wendy van Rothe dealt with that), and before the break, I’d thought she was a piece of work. Now that I’d met some of the weirdest pieces of work in the world, embodied by my fellow Seats, I almost found the way Emily strutted down the school corridor funny. Her power was entirely a social construct, as flimsy as tissue paper.

Then there was the fact that I’d had some fantastic sex with her older sister on New Year’s along with Jordan, and I knew Ashley had made sure to rub that in.

To be fair, Emily was wildly attractive. Her accompanying friends we almost as hot - Beth Winters was a tall, blonde Polish girl with an easy smile and an ass that didn’t quite, and Maria Lancaster was a half-Latina with a tight little body and a perpetually naive look to her that was endearingly cute despite being in the running with Emily for the school’s Bitch of the Month award.

“Jeremiah,” Emily said as she stopped right in front of me, blocking my path.

“Emily,” I said, trying to stay polite.

She frowned coldly. “I noticed I didn’t get an invitation to your party,” she said. “That wasn’t very nice.”

“I didn’t make the guest list,” I shrugged. “But I definitely had a great time. Say hi to your sister for me, by the way.”

To her credit, she didn’t react to that. “She’s back at college, and we don’t talk,” Emily said.

“She’s kind of a bitch,” Maria chipped in.

I noticed that Beth had a less-than-supportive expression on her face at that statement, and overall looked unimpressed with the whole situation.

“Is there something I can help you with, or can I get going to lunch?” I asked. “I have people waiting on me.”

“People like Lauren, and that little slut Aidra?” Emily asked as she stepped closer to me. “Look, Jeremiah, things kicked off… wrong between us. You are clearly growing up this year, and I should have realised that before… what happened.”

I held up my hands defensively as a barrier between us so she wouldn’t slide in closer. The halls were already emptying as the juniors and younger students headed for their classes and the seniors hit the cafeteria for our lunch period, or left school altogether. The last thing I needed was for Emily to get ballsy and try something right there in the corridor. “Emily, I don’t give one flying fuck if you’re in heat or whatever. You already know that to get what you want, you have to ask Lauren for it.”

Beth snorted softly, shooting me a little smirk, and I had a feeling she was the first one I was going to have sex with. Lauren’s plan for me to fuck all of Emily’s friends before her was still on the table, and Beth seemed the most normal.

“You realise how fucking ridiculous that is, right?” Emily scoffed, getting angry. “I get what I want.”

“It’s true,” Maria chipped in again. “You might as well just let her, or things will get messy.”

“We can do it right now,” Emily said. “Hell, you apparently like group sex, so all three of us could give you a blowjob.”

“What?” Beth finally said something.

“Oh, whatever,” Emily said to her friend. “Just go with it.”

I sighed heavily, shaking my head as I took a big step back. “Yeah, no,” I said. “If you think a triple-blowjob from a bitch, her lackey, and a girl who isn’t into it is enticing, you don’t know the first thing about sex. I’m going that way, you ladies do what you want.” I sidestepped around them on Beth’s side of the trio and quickly started sliding around them, but hesitated beside Beth long enough to say. “You could do so much better for friends.”

“You’re making a huge mistake,” Maria said spitefully.

“I will get what I want, Jeremiah,” Emily called after me down the nearly empty corridor, just a couple of other students at their lockers now.

I just flashed her the finger over my shoulder.

Finally at my locker, I deposited my books and grabbed my lunch, but I didn’t even get a chance to close it before I had a set of female hands grabbing my waist familiarly and sliding around to my front as I got hugged.

“Hi, Jerry,” Tala said with a soft giggle.

I turned in her arms partially, wrapping one arm around her. “Hey, beautiful,” I said. A glance up and down the hall confirmed it was empty, so I leaned down and planted a little kiss on her forehead. She glanced around as well and then tilted her chin up, so I gave her another kiss on her thin, pretty lips. She was smiling into the kiss and pulled me a little closer into her hug before we separated.

“What’s up?” I asked. “Want to talk now?”

She shook her head, still smiling. “Already talked with Lauren during Bio. She gave me permission to steal kisses whenever I’m comfortable to.” Her smile turned a little naughty, and she flushed a little. “She also said I could steal more than that too, but I don’t think I’m ready for hooking up in a stairwell or something. Not that I don’t think it would be fun.”

I laughed lightly and squeezed my arm around her shoulders again. “Kisses are more than enough for me, Tala,” I said. “Though I am looking forward to ‘more’ with you sometime.”

“Maybe tomorrow?” she suggested. “After school? I’ll have the house to myself for a few hours.”

“Um, sure,” I said. What do I have going on tomorrow? I need to call Moira, and… whatever magical stuff comes up. But sex counts as magical, I guess. “Me, or me and Lauren?”

She bit her lower lip, chewing on it lightly. “Just you, this time,” she said. “I’m not… opposed to trying that, especially with her since she’s sharing you, but…”

“Not yet,” I finished for her, and she nodded. “Sounds good,” I said, glancing around again to confirm there was no one watching us, and then sliding my hand down from her shoulder to her ass. I lowered my voice. “I’m already looking forward to it.”

“Me too,” she grinned, then licked her lips.

I kissed her again, a little longer this time, and then we stepped away from each other and I closed up my locker so we could head to the cafeteria. Part of me wanted to walk with my arm around her, or hold her hand - just because I didn’t feel an intentional spark of love with her didn’t mean I didn’t care for her, or like the feeling of her next to me. We had a permanent connection; I was her first. Instead, we just talked about the upcoming school events and as we rounded a corner towards the cafeteria doors we found Lauren and Zena Washington waiting.

“See you later,” Tala said with a smile and a little wave to me as she headed past while I stopped with my girlfriend, and I was pretty sure I saw Lauren give the other girl a knowing wink along with her smile.

“Hey, babe,” Lauren said as we came together, her arm sliding around my waist as I leaned in and kissed her. “Good morning?”

“Mostly,” I said.

“You know Zena, right?” Lauren asked.

“Of course I do,” I said, flashing the other girl a smile. “Captain of your track team, school record holder in the women’s 200m dash, fashion ingénue, and in my Music class for the last three years.”

“Stop, you’ll make me blush,” Zena said with a pretty smirk. She was tall, what people would call ‘all legs,’ athletic in a slim and sleek way, and about as black as a person could get. Her grin, a bright white smile between plush lips, turned a little nervous, however. “Lord Seat.”

I raised my eyebrows. “And apparently a member of the Ascended,” I said, dropping my voice lower.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” Zena said. “When you became, well, you… I wasn’t sure what to do about it. I’m not from a family of mages or anything.”

“No, it’s no worry,” I said, shaking my head lightly. “Seriously, Lauren and I are figuring things out as we go, too.”

“She mentioned,” Zena smirked a little, glancing at her teammate.

“Aidra, apparently, was the one who noticed Zena had powers and helped her figure out the basics of being a wizard,” Lauren said. “Turns out she’s a bit of a mage whisperer when she isn’t being snarky, creative or smart.” I could hear the implied intention that Lauren still felt like the short goth would be a good addition to the harem despite our deals.

“She was a lot of help,” Zena confessed. “And saved me from some trouble.”

“Well, thank you for trusting me and Lauren with who you are,” I said.

Zena gave me that smirk again, then glanced at Lauren.

“Zena is also interested in experiencing the gifts of a Seat of Fertility,” Lauren said with a grin.

“If you don’t mind,” Zena said quickly.

“As in…?” I hesitated, knowing where my mind was going but wondering if I was just being a horny teen.

“She wants to fuck,” Lauren said bluntly.

“I want to fuck,” Zena nodded.

“.... Right now?” I asked, a little surprised.

“Well…” Zena said. “I mean, if you want, but…” She glanced nervously at Lauren again. “I was actually thinking you could… surprise me with it. You’re basically the best way for me to indulge a, um, kink that I have. I want you to order me to do it. I’m always in strict control of everything I do; what I eat, when I train, my homework, my sleep schedule, everything. I have to be to try and get a big scholarship for college track. So the idea of a guy like you, who I do find sexually attractive by the way, just telling me to drop to my knees and then me doing it… has an appeal to it. And since I trust that Lauren wouldn’t be with an asshole, and since you have the power to make it safe to pretty much do anywhere… I figure why not?”

My eyebrows had slowly risen up as she was explaining herself. “So, you want me to just walk up to you sometime and say ‘Zena, knees,’ and expect a blowjob or more?”

“As long as I can trust you to not ruin my rep or something, I’ll do it in the hallway in the middle of class changeover if you want. That would be pretty hot, actually,” she said.

“To be fair, I still want to watch,” Lauren said with a grin.

“Fair,” Zena laughed. “No participating though. I’m not ‘bi-curious’ or whatever. I’m a dicks-only kind of girl.”

“You don’t know what you’re missing out on,” Lauren snickered.

“So?” Zena asked me.

“I think it sounds hot,” I said. “And, to be frank, I find you sexually attractive as well. I’ll need to figure out how to make the public thing happen though, it’s a bit of a complicated spell.”

“Sounds good,” Zena said. “And I’m looking forward to it. In fact-” She glanced around, not unlike Tala and I had before, and she jerked her head slightly as she looked at Lauren. My girlfriend seemed to know what she meant and Lauren sidestepped a little behind her, blocking the view of us from the cafeteria. Then Zena took my hand in hers and led it to the waistband of her tights. She was wearing black leggings that highlighted her long, athletic legs and a loose, long-sleeved shirt with the symbol and slogan of an outside track team on it. She guided my hand to press against her stomach and then slipped it beneath her waistband, passing over a completely smooth mound until my fingers found her warm, slick pussy lips. “That’s how much I’m looking forward to it,” she breathed out.

I smirked a little, looking her right in the eyes as I played my fingers over her lips and teased one a little lower towards her hole. “Tell me what you want when I fuck you in front of the entire senior class,” I whispered quietly.

“Order me to be your slut,” she hummed breathily. “Tell me to bend over like a bitch in heat. Slap my ass. Pull on my nipples - they’re really sensitive. Fuck that big white sausage you’ve got into me hard - I’m not a virgin, but the only guy I’ve been with treated me like I was going to break and barely lasted thirty seconds.”

“Anything you don’t want?” I asked.

“Just don’t pull my braids,” she said, blinking as her chest rose and fell quickly. I’d inserted my finger into her to the first knuckle and could feel her pussy trying to squeeze it. “You’re a white boy, so you probably don’t realize they can yank out and it would fuckin’ hurt.”

“Pull your nipples, not your hair,” I said with a little smirk. “Noted.”

“He can fuck your ass, too,” Lauren suggested from behind her, grinning at me with a naughty look in her eyes. “And make it easy with a little magic.”

Zena nodded as she panted lightly at my teasing. “Fuck it, why not?”

“So you’re offering me all three of your pretty little black holes for my ‘white sausage?’” I asked with a grin and a little laugh.

She snorted and then chuckled. “OK, hearing it from someone else makes me hear how ridiculous that sounds. But… yeah. Yeah, fuck my ass too.”

I slid my hand back out of her tights, giving her clit one last nudge on my way, and then lifted my middle finger up to my lips and gave it a quick suck. “Mmm,” I hummed softly, not breaking eye contact with her. “I might need to take a few minutes or hours to get that from the source, too.”

She raised her eyebrows. “You eat pussy?’ she asked.

“Zena,” Lauren sighed from behind her, now closing the distance and hugging her friend from behind. “Are you telling me John didn’t try eating you out?”

“He was ‘grossed out’ by it,” Zena said, giving a wry frown and rolling her eyes.

“Then you need more than a few minutes of Jerry’s face between your legs,” Lauren said. “Kink experience first, obviously, but then a proper one-on-one so you know what you should be looking for from a guy in the future.”

“Because it’ll be so easy to find a guy who can compete with a sex god,” Zena smirked.

“Sex wizard,” I said. “I don’t need more ego boosts.”

Both girls chuckled at that, and with the tension broken, we headed into the cafeteria. Zena split off, after a look at me, headed for some of her friends while Lauren and I went in the opposite direction towards our usual table with Jay and Benji. Lauren slipped her arm through mine and leaned in to whisper in my ear.

“First black girl,” she said, then pulled back and grinned at me as I rolled my eyes at her. At this rate she’d be looking for an Asian girl before the end of the week so I’d had an experience with every major ethnic demographic. Then she’d move on to nation of origin. Or every type of magic. Which reminded me I hadn’t asked what Zena’s abilities were.

We reached our usual table and I almost jumped out of my skin when Aidra somehow just appeared next to me as I was about to sit down. “Hey, stud,” she said with a little smirk, tossing her bagged lunch onto the table. We all sat down, with me in between the girls, across from Benji and Jay.

“Hey,” Jay said warily, glancing between the three of us.

“Still being weird?” Lauren asked with a sigh.

“I’m not weird, you guys are the weird ones,” Jay said.

Aidra rolled her eyes and leaned over the table a bit. “I’m fucking them. It’s not a big deal and has nothing to do with you unless you’ve got some sort of problem with people having sex? Which would be pretty hypocritical because I saw you getting pretty handsy with that chick you brought to Jerry’s party.”

Jay blushed and leaned back a bit, looking conflicted. “It’s not… sex. It’s the lying.”

Aidra rolled her eyes again, even harder, and I could feel Lauren getting ready to tell him off but I stopped them by grabbing each of their thighs under the table. “This weekend I was in a standoff between a crazy Spanish lady who is almost four hundred years older than us, and a Chinese guy who is easily over a thousand years older than us and acts like he’s the origin of every anime villain combined. And they were about an inch from fighting in a magical cataclysm that would have sunk Hawaii or something. And that was after Ghost Ninja Terminators broke into the place I bought for Stacey and Lindsey to live in at Cardinal. So, yeah, still not sure I should have told you guys at all because shit’s fucked.”

Jay and Benji both looked at me with vague expressions, either trying to decide how to react or not believing me.

“What?” Benji finally asked.

I held up a finger. “I own a place up near Cardinal University now.” Second finger. “Lindsey and Stacey are living there, along with a couple of other friends.” Third finger. “Ghost Ninja Terminators broke in chasing a guy who came to me for help.” Fourth finger. “Said Ghost Ninjas came from the Chinese other mega-wizard, who interrupted a conversation between me and the Spanish mega-wizard and they almost got in a fight.”

I didn’t even bother whispering - it sounded more like I was talking about a video game or D&D session than real life.

“So… no cataclysm, right?” Jay asked.

“No. Barely,” I said.

He swallowed, looked at Benji, and then back at me and Lauren. “Right,” he said. Then he looked at Aidra. “And she knows about this?”

Fuck. I hadn’t considered that.

Aidra elbowed me lightly in the side. “I know what I need to know,” she said, not revealing anything more about herself than she needed to.

“I, for one, accept our magical overlords,” Benji joked, glancing between me and Aidra just a little nervously.

Jay sighed and shook his head. “Alright, fine. That sounds like a lot. It’s complicated.”

“Huh,” Lauren said, checking her phone. “Took six hours less than I thought it would.”

“Shut up,” Jay said, cracking a little smile.

Lauren, Aidra and I all opened our lunches and started eating, and we talked about regular school shit, which was nice. I got a couple of texts from the rest of the harem, who knew I was on lunch, and I got ragged on a bit by the guys for having my nose buried in my phone. I also stepped away, and went all the way outside into the cold, to make a quick call to Annalise. Maya answered and put me on speaker, and they gave me the quick update that they should reach the city in a couple of days - I promised we had a room ready for both of them, but warned them that we had another guest staying in the penthouse and promised to tell them the full story that night.

Back inside, when I sat down, Benji leaned in. “So, magic man,” he said. “You said you can do pretty much anything, right?”

I raised an eyebrow. “Sort of,” I said. “But it takes effort and research, and the less time I have to work things out the more power it takes.”

“Can you make me taller?” Benji asked.

“I… technically, probably?” I hedged.

“Not all at once,” Benji said. “That would cause too many problems, obviously.”

“Obviously,” Lauren, Jay and I all said and then snorted our chuckles.

“Shut up,” Benji said. “Just like, a big growth spurt over a couple of months is what I’m thinking. No one wants to date a short guy.”

“I’ve dated short guys, it’s no different from dating tall guys,” Aidra said.

“Want to go out?” Benji asked her.

“Not a fucking chance,” Aidra said.

Benji looked back at me. “If it’s easier, you could just give me super-pheromones or something.”

I sighed, looking up at the ceiling as I let out the long breath, before glancing at Lauren. Lindsey had warned me that this was probably going to happen. “I’m not giving you a superpower, Benj,” I said. “Taller I can maybe do. Let me do a little research.”

“Sweet,” he smirked. “What about a big pornstar dick, too?”

That got groans out of all of us.

At the end of the lunch period Aidra turned, still on the bench next to me, and pulled me into a firm kiss, wishing me a good afternoon, before heading off. She did it right in front of Jay and Benji, and half the cafeteria, so there was no way people wouldn’t know something was going on within the next few days.

The rest of my classes settled into more normalcy. I got a few more texts, including a spicy one from Stacey when she got out of class and took a picture of herself in a washroom as she flashed her tits in the mirror. She also let me know that people were noticing her ‘new and improved’ breasts and a few of her friends had quietly asked if she’d had work done over the break. She was able to tell them it ‘just happened like magic,’ which she found hilarious.

The only other thing I noticed was that I was getting more looks from people, and they were changing from the ones that I’d been getting earlier in the day as people had been throwing me congratulations for the party. The congrats, and high-fives, were still happening, but there was also a background of more whispering from people who weren’t approaching me.

By the last hour of class, I had lost all urge to pay attention - I had plans after school that were way more interesting. Namely, a return to some of the activities from yesterday with Aidra and Lauren.

I’d gone all day without a single blowjob, or some form of sex, and had even gotten teased via pictures and the brief encounter with Zena. I was ready to fuck.

I got a text from Lauren to meet her out by the parking lot once I’d gotten my stuff, so that’s what I did, hitting up my locker and grabbing my coat and bag before heading outside through the big doors that led to the lot. I scanned around the bottom of the steps and didn’t see my girlfriend or our little goth dynamo waiting, so I looked further and then rocked back on my heels in surprise and broke into a smile.

“Hey, babes,” Angie said as I strode up to her. She was grinning widely and looked fucking hot in a tight pair of jeans and a leather coat, her brunette hair up in a ponytail - well, she always looked hot, but the addition of her leaning back against Victorious added a whole level of ‘God Damn!’ to her.

“Hey,” I said, unable to keep the smile from my face.

She stood up to meet me and then made a show of stepping right up to me and raising her hands to hold my cheeks as she planted the kind of toe-curling kiss on me that belonged in a movie or something. All around us my classmates, and some teachers, were streaming by on their way home and getting a view of the dramatic reunion.

And I didn’t give a single flying fuck, because I had Angie in my arms and I lost myself in the kiss.

We finally, after our tongues battled a little, pulled apart and she licked her lips as if I’d left a taste on them.

“How?” I asked, gesturing to Victorious.

“You really should keep better track of what’s in your pockets, Jerry,” Lauren said, sliding up next to me as she followed my path out of the school. “I scooped his key from you during lunch.”

I turned and gave Lauren a kiss on the cheek and saw that Aidra was with her, both of them ready to go with their coats on and bags hanging from their shoulders. “OK, how did you, uh-?” I didn’t want to say summon him around so many normies.

“That was me,” Aidra smirked. “I have third period off so it wasn’t that big a deal figuring out how to make it work. All I had to do to convince him it was fine was tell him I’m your filthy little slut. Then I went and dropped him off with Angie - and lady, you are looking hot out of your work outfit.”

“Why thank you,” Angie smirked, striking a little pose. “And apparently that’s the passphrase or something because he wouldn’t start up for me until I swore I was your filthy little slut, too.”

I was coughing, covering my face, to try and not think about who was overhearing what.

“Maybe we should go,” Lauren chuckled, pulling me to the car.

We piled in, Angie forced to look like the driver and Lauren sliding into the front passenger seat while Aidra and I got in the back - I’d never sat back there before and I found it nicely spacious. Angie put the key in the ignition and Victorious fired to life with a strong thrum of his engine and then the radio kicked on, spouting a fast, pumping classic rock song I didn’t recognize. I thought Aidra might have known it by her grin and the twinkle in her eye.

“So, how was your day, kids?” Angie laughed as she put Victorious into gear and then he took over, revving his engine and quickly zooming out of the parking lot. “Did you learn anything at all?”

“Nothing,” Lauren said. “Waste of time, except I found a hot, kinky gal who wants Jerry to fuck her.”

“Ooh, I like the sound of that already,” Angie laughed.

“I didn’t learn anything either,” Aidra said. “Not a damn thing.”

“Wait,” I said, then burst out laughing. “For real, Victorious?”

The song cut off. “What is it, Jeremiah Grant?” he said in his many-voiced way of talking like a dozen radio announcers were all speaking at once.

“Do you have a crush on Aidra?” I asked.

“What?” Lauren asked from the front seat.

“This song is called ‘Sucker for the Witch’ and is all about being in love with a witch,” Aidra smirked. “It came out last year and my Mom swears it’s about my Aunt Jo.”

I shook my head - it had a classic rock vibe, but apparently Victorious had been updating his music choices some more. He had been blasting EDM that one time, so I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised.

“So how did you get him so on board for you?” I asked, chuckling.

Aidra shrugged, and then sat up and wriggled out of her coat. “Honesty. Flattery. Telling him I planned to do this as soon as I had you back here.” She pulled her crop top off, baring her pretty little tits. “He has a thing for naked chicks coming along for a ride.”

“Hey, no fair,” Angie said from the front, looking back at us in the rearview mirror while Aidra started unbuckling my belt. “I’m the one who's gone the longest without my boyfriend.”

“Don’t worry, it’s just a blowjob,” Aidra said, then grinned up at me. “Probably. For now.”