Spellheart 9: Chapter 11

Everyone was exhausted and wounded, but one benefit of bonding with a magical transdimensional spaceship-like The Wanderer was that I could always sleep in my own bed no matter how far from the Hearthwood I was. The Personal Chambers were still a wonder to behold, and while I rarely slept these days, today, I always did so in its warm confines. The modern furnishments reminded me a lot of life on Earth. While the elves had substitutes for indoor plumbing, I would always be a sucker for the real deal.

The room had been used to lock up Tim for a long time, so my companions and I were still getting used to having it back again. It had been cleaned and refurnished by The Wanderer though, so there were no signs it had been used as a prison for nearly a year. I took a quick shower and was surprised when I heard a knock on the shower door midway through.

“Hi, Theo...” Tivana said. “Mac said I could find you here.”

She opened the door and slid into the shower without another word. The shower in the Personal Chambers was only meant for one, but I didn’t mind getting cozy with Tivana. At least I wouldn’t after she washed off the grime of battle.

She helped me finish cleaning up, and I found more than one dragon scale in places they had no business being. Tivana had a few caught in her hair as well, but like all elven hair, a few brushes was enough to free all debris no matter how barbed or sticky, and soon her curtain of silky smooth silver hair was clean and glossy once again.

“That was some intense fighting,” Tivana said as she gently took the towel from my hands and started patting my back dry. A moment later, we switched, and I did the same for her.

“It was. Fortunately, the Hearthwood’s losses were negligible. Two dead, but we recovered both wisps and should be able to resurrect them with most of their memories intact,” I explained.

“Deania wasn’t so lucky. But we would be even less lucky if it hadn’t been for your support,” Tivana replied. “We are truly fortunate the other demigods let us treat the Hearthwood Clan as one of Deania’s clans, despite your power and the number of wizards you wield. If the other demigods had pushed to make your forces hold their own region, we would have had trouble.”

“I wouldn’t have abandoned you. Not ever,” I promised as I placed a kiss on Tivana’s brow. While I didn’t care all that much for Deania’s other clans, the royal family was important to me. If there had truly been trouble, I would have called them to our side, whims of the demigods be dammed.

Tivana’s cheeks flushed red, and she wrapped her arms around my waist to hold me tight. She got a pat on the head from me.

“I’m terribly lucky,” Tivana said. “I always expected to end up with some useless man of good breeding from one of the major clans of Deania who’d do nothing more than sire a few children on me and lay about the castle.”

I chuckled. “I’ve tried that. Laying about all the time siring kids is fun for a while, but it quickly gets boring. I don’t think I could do it for long.”

Tivana kissed me under the chin. “I wouldn’t change a thing about you. But I wouldn’t mind having you lay about a little more often.” While she whispered in my ear, her other hand reached lower and ran across my stomach before touching my growing manhood.

“Don’t you want to sleep?” I chuckled.

Tivana smiled. “Sleep is for the dead. Besides, a little dual cultivation will help me replenish my zeal reserves a lot faster.”

I chuckled. “Alright then, princess. I suppose I can help you cultivate a bit.”

Pretty soon, the two of us needed a second shower. This one was quicker than the first. By the time we were done, Tivana had recovered enough to lick her lips and give me such a sexy look that I was wondering if we’d need a third, but I heard noises emanating from outside in the rest of my Personal Chambers.

I opened the shower door to discover the bed was already filled. Either my Personal Chambers were getting popular again, or Tivana wasn’t the only one who thought to come to see me after the battle.

Assyrus sat by the foot of the bed, eyes closed as she meditated. When I emerged from the shower, she cracked open an eye and smiled. Eltiana lay with her head in her lap, looking at me through half-lidded eyes that suddenly became more excited when she saw my still-hard cock bobbing before me as I carried Tivana in my arms.

Melise, Yorik, Nela, Korra, and even Amisra were there as well. And every one of them was completely naked as they sprawled along my bed, each gazing at me with needy eyes.

“T-Theo...” Amisra began. “I’ve also been practicing the Deanian Royal Family’s dual cultivation technique under Tivana’s guidance. I would not ask so soon, but I could really use the boost to recover my zeal before the fighting starts up again...”

“Me too!” Eltiana said. There were nods all around.

I chuckled. “Well, I guess I didn’t really need sleep, anyway.”

Most of my women hadn’t had enough time to truly master Tivana’s family technique. In fact, I was pretty sure they didn’t really know it at all and were just horny as usual. But I was willing to play along.

“Well then, let me see what you have learned,” I chuckled as I reached down and picked Eltiana up. She nimbly twisted in my grip, and pretty soon, I was gripping her ankle, though I did not know when I grabbed it. A moment later, I felt her warm and wet lips wrapped around my cock.

I set Tivana down on the bed. She blinked, yawned, and stretched while the rest of my lovers reached out with desperate and needy hands for my body hovering over them. They pulled me toward the bed, drawing me closer even as Eltiana bobbed her head up and down on my cock. Hard as I was, the power of my body cultivation meant I could always grow harder, and my cock grew even larger than it should have been possible.

Eltiana continued to suck me down her throat all the way to my base. I had no idea how she fit something so large so far down since my cute little elf ninja was a petite thing that should never have been able to gobble down so much of my prodigious size. But gobble it down, she did.

She didn’t let up until one of my other lovers shoved her head out of the way with her own and soon took her place.

“Ladies, there’s no need to fight over me,” I chuckled. “I’ll be around all night.”

A bit of experimentation soon proved that I could get the lips of all eight women pressed against my shaft if I really tried, though the position was awkward for all of them. Yorik, in particular, was bigger than the others, so I opted for exploring her mouth with my tongue while the others enjoyed themselves and warmed up their dual cultivation techniques.

Though Tivana was the shyest with sex, she was the undisputed master of dual cultivation. Her mother had forced her to study it from an early age since the powerful technique designed by Dean formed the basis for her family’s incredible power.

The others were studying her with a careful gaze, eagerly mimicking whatever she was doing both with their bodies and with their zeal.

I was right to think the others weren’t as practiced as they claimed, but with an example to study so readily available to them, they picked up on what to do quickly, and I was pretty sure they might actually gain some cultivation benefits from the night’s session.

While I wasn’t as well-versed as Tivana in dual cultivation, I was a quick learner. I had gotten a truly enormous amount of practice with her since she moved in with me in the Hearthwood.

The trouble I encountered now was the fact that dual cultivation was meant for two people. It was even in the name. Perhaps there was a way to make the process a bit more efficient.

I started spreading my zeal around a little further. It was easy in The Wanderer. This place was my personal domain, and the zeal in the air and structures around me responded as easily as they would have if I had Stone Obelisks around every corner.

I touched the bodies of each of my women as they knelt with their mouths on my cock at the foot of the bed. The act of intimacy was just as important to making dual cultivation as the magical aspects of the technique, but perhaps I could push it a little further.

The sight of so many powerful matriarchs, each of them a powerhouse in their own way, kneeling before me with gazes of adoration lit a fire in my heart, and I wanted to share that brewing storm of energy with them.

I picked Amisra because she was the closest to the Sorcerer realm. That was a barrier I was familiar with, having crossed it recently myself. She had spent years as a peak wizard, never able to take that final step into a new realm of power. She had long since consigned herself to never becoming a nation-level power and instead was relegated to the greatest peacekeeper among Deania’s royal guard. With such power, no clan besides the Hearthwood could stand against her, but she couldn’t bring other nations to heel like Tivana, her mother, or I could.

What if I could change that?

She had struggled for years to break through, but I had broken through to the sorcerer realm on my first attempt. If I were given rulership over her body and spirit for long enough to make the process happen, perhaps I could do for her what she’d never been able to do on her own. I had done something similar for Korra recently.

“Amisra, on the bed,” I nodded with my chin. The other women all nuzzling my cock with their lips and cheeks pouted in disappointment, but I planned to get to all of them before the night was through.

Amisra stood, a shy smile on her face as she stood and sat on the bed. I placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and pushed her down into the sheets, looming over her all the while. The dim yellow lights overhead cast my shadow over her adorable elvish frame. She had the muscle tone of a warrior, at least so much as an elf could be muscled. Compared to Yorik or myself, even the most muscular elf would be a petite thing.

“W-what do I need to do, sir?” Amisra asked, voice soft. She bit her lower lip and stared up with adoring eyes. My heart melted just looking at her.

“Who do you belong to?” I asked.

“Y-you...” she tried to avert her gaze, but I took her chin in my hand and ushered her gaze to meet my own.

“I want you to hold that thought while we dual cultivate. I have an idea,” I said.

Amisra nodded, closing her eyes as I pushed her down into the sheets with both hands. Guiding myself into her might have been troublesome if not for the help of my other women. Melise helpfully pointed my head into Amisra’s dripping slit and then joined us on the bed. My other women piled around Amisra, and soon my vision was filled with panting feminine flesh as far as the eye could see.

I pushed into Amisra, and her tight walls gripped my shaft all the while, tightening around me in response to the power flowing from her body into mine. I was draining her of zeal, and she didn’t resist in the slightest. It occurred to me again how much trust this technique required, especially for her. With my superior power, it would be easy to take her power for myself. Not that I could do much with her aspect of zeal, even if I wanted to steal it.

True to her word, Amisra’s mind was completely focused on being as obedient to me as her mind could manage. Just like with Korra or Minerva, I found I could exert some level of influence over her power, using her mind as a medium and her submission to me as the conduit. While we were linked like this, and she made her will so utterly subordinate to her own, I could use her like an extension of my will. And I planned to put my will to use.

She gasped and shuddered in delight as I felt the familiar rush of connection between our bodies. We were bound now. It wouldn’t last forever, but it would be enough time to do what I wanted.

I reached deep into the center of her cultivation, that little nexus of power at the base of her spine that the elves called a dantian. Needling it, I pushed for greater and greater access. Her zeal was sluggish at first, but as Amisra’s will came ever more subordinate to my own, I felt the threshold I meant to cross.

It gaped as wide as a chasm in my mind, enormous and implacable. My breakthrough to sorcerer must have felt the same, but for Amisra, I felt a certain sense of despair at the mere idea of it. She had tried to cross that threshold so many times and failed that there was a mental block that prevented her from ever dreaming of crossing it.

She had given up trying long ago, even if she didn’t yet realize it herself. If I had never met her, she would have lived her entire life making no further progress in her cultivation. But I would change that.

My resolve took her broken will and reshaped, structuring it into a tool to support my own desires. And I desired another sorcerer at my beck and call. For the first time in who knew how many years, Amisra’s core rallied itself for another attempt at the sorcerer realm.

Amsira had many concepts unlocked already. She had to in order to reach the peak of the wizard realm. But all her understanding so far wasn’t enough to push her over that edge into the sorcerer realm. For that, she needed more. She needed that spark of true understanding that united her will to the world around her. She needed the power to take reality and make it her plaything.

Amisra didn’t have that ability. Her will to reach for that power had broken long ago.

But I had that power already. The world would mold to my will, just as I molded Amisra to my will. To do what I wanted to do with her, I couldn’t just show her the way forward. I needed to forge part of Amsira’s own zeal into a facsimile of myself that would be with her even after I pulled out of her. That facsimile of me would reinforce her own will with her own, allowing her to achieve what she never could on her own.

I wrestled with the concept for a while, trying to force Amisra’s zeal into shape. It was like putty in my hands, easily shaped and molded as it submitted to my every whim. It was easy at first, and for a while, I thought it would be no more complicated than enhancing Korra’s abilities had been.

But the sorcerer realm was in another league entirely. Despite all the enhancements provided to my mind by my immense cultivation, I couldn’t wrangle with so many problems at once. Just when I feared what I wanted to do wasn’t possible at my current level of power, I sensed another presence in the corner of my mind.

It was Tivana. In the real world, her head was resting on my shoulder as she gave me a peck on the cheek and ran her hand up and down the toned muscles of my stomach. She was even better versed in dual cultivation than I was, so it wasn’t too surprising to find she, of all people, had figured out how to get in here with me.

Silently, as though reading my mind, Tivana took hold of Amisra’s cultivation. Like an extra hand, she held on to one of Amisra’s concepts, leaving that much more of my will free to work.

My burden lifted immediately, and I could push forward once again. I shut out the real world while I focused, but Tivana must have been instructing the others because, one after another, I sensed more presence within my mind.

Assyrus, Eltiana, Melise, Yorik, Nela, and even Korra were all reaching in to lend a hand. Tivana’s help was still far and away the greatest since, unlike the others, she knew what it was like to become a sorcerer. But the other minds working within Amisra’s body were still of enormous help.

With them holding all of Amisra’s wizard concepts in position, all I had to do was focus on the big realization that would push her to the wizard realm. What could be so primal to Amisra’s soul that it would resonate with her cultivation and push her to the next level?

I spent a while thinking. Normally, she’d be doing something related to reaching the sorcerer realm, and that realization would be what pushed her over.

That was when I realized Amisra *was* doing something. She was thinking about being mine and what that meant to her. About how both she and all her power were mine to use, and in return, I would protect and care for her like no other could.

I seized upon that idea, toying with it for a while. To my surprise, it resonated with Amisra’s cultivation, unlike any other. Had I stumbled upon what Amisra had been missing for so many decades? Or was my will, combined with Tivana’s and all my other women, simply so great that we could dictate what Amisra needed to become a sorcerer?

In the end, the reason didn’t matter. I sensed an opportunity, and I took it.

I pushed on her power, exerting my will and influence on her core until it exploded with voluminous power. Her spirit underwent a transformation, and her zeal folded in on itself, becoming more complex, denser, and more powerful. That facsimile of me was carved on every particle of zeal, imprinting the feeling of this level of intimacy and submission onto her very spirit.

That I’d imprinted myself on Amisra’s soul so thoroughly was as exhilarating as it was erotic, and from her convulsing around my shaft, Amisra felt the same. I wasn’t sure when she’d reached her first orgasm, but one had flowed neatly into another and then another.

The apex of her pleasure stirred my desire, especially combined with what we’d just done together. Amisra was mine, whether in this incarnation or the next. That would be true even if she died, became a wisp, and was born again.

And she loved that feeling. Sensing her joy was just too much for me to take. Normally I could go all night without reaching my climax if only I devoted my will to hold it off, but the touch of Amisra’s soul against my own was just too much to bear. I gushed a heaping load of seed deep inside her, filling her with my vitality and power. If nothing else, that would help her body adjust to her heightened level of power a little faster.

Blinking, my eyes returned to the real world. Six naked women were all staring at me with looks of amazement and wonder.

“Oooh! Me next!” Eltiana said.

The others all shouted for their turn, and I realized I’d have to fight them off long enough for my buddy down below to get ready for another round. It was going to be a long night.

<Note>

Minor spoiler, but no, Theo won’t be able to boost all his women to the sorcerer realm quite yet. That would be a little too fast.

But this will serve as a way to get his harem back into gear since so many of them were falling behind the power curve. Those who can’t make the sorcerer realm will kinda be relegated to being babymakers for the Hearthwood Clan (which isn’t such a bad fate!), but we can only have so many of those in the story. Most of them still need a way to get in on the action at the speed Theo cultivates.

They all have the potential to eventually reach Theo’s level (especially with the help of The Wanderer’s rooms), but only with more direct help can they reach his level fast enough to fight the kind of battles Theo’s going to be fighting.