(This is a 22,000-word story about an FFM love triangle with minor fantasy elements and a focus on impregnation. It has a plot-heavy start, multiple sex scenes, and a lewd but wholesome finish. I hope you enjoy it.)
Samuel Rime inspected himself in the mirror. He had put on a grey cardigan over a simple black shirt and blue jeans. It felt too simple to wear on a first date. He wanted to make himself look nice, but the only way he really knew how was to go formal and that wouldn't be appropriate. It was only an in-home date and he felt certain that Emily would be dressed as casually as always. This outfit would have to do. If nothing else, it was pleasantly warm thanks to the layers. The supernatural chill that permeated his body never quite went away, but the right clothing made it less uncomfortable.
It was Friday, early in the evening, and he was just finishing the preparations for his date. That alone was a cause to be nervous, but it wasn't the only noteworthy thing happening that weekend. He had another date lined up on Saturday, the very next evening, not with Emily but with Tanya. Both girls had asked him out in rapid succession, so he had ended up scheduling them back-to-back. It felt weird to do it that way, but at least they would both get a fair shot. If the dates had been any further apart, the first girl might use that time to win him over before the second girl gets her turn.
It still felt a bit surreal, that two girls had asked him out in tandem, and two very desirable ones at that, but the reason why was no mystery. He was from a long-standing and renowned family of wizards, and these two girls had especially strong reasons to want to marry into it. It was conventional for wizards, especially men, to not engage in dating until their studies were completed. Sam had recently finished his apprenticeship and become a career wizard, making this the societally expected time to search for a wife. And frankly, he liked that prospect. Some men were quick to run away from commitment and chase the bachelor lifestyle, but he liked the idea of settling down with a wife and starting a family. As it turned out, he didn't have to do a lot of searching, but having to choose between the two potential brides who were courting him would be its own challenge.
He put on his coat and left his unremarkable apartment. It was a nice spring evening, still light out, with cloudy but dry skies. The weather wasn't cold by most people's standards, but the brisk wind bolstered the chill in his bones, so he pulled out his scarf and put it on. Then he set out on the modest walk to Emily's home. Along the way, he couldn't help but contemplate how the next few days might unfold. If both dates went well, who would he choose to continue with? It was impossible to answer that question beforehand and that uncertainty about something so impactful made him anxious. As he turned into Emily's street, he shook those scattered doubts out of his mind and focused his thoughts on the present. Today was Emily's day; he would worry about Tanya tomorrow.
He entered the apartment complex and climbed the stairs to the right floor. When he reached her front door, he halted and checked his watch. Exactly on time. He had a knack for doing that, even if he wasn't trying to. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door. A moment later he heard footsteps on the other side. Then the door opened to reveal a familiar face.
Emily Blaze was a beautiful girl, a few years younger than Sam, with long blonde hair and big green eyes. Aside from her bangs, she wore her hair tied into two buns on the side of her head by pink ribbons. An unconventional style decision, but Sam thought it was cute. She was short and slender, with full breasts, a slim waist, and gently curved hips. Today she wore a snug pink crop top that revealed a great deal of midriff and a modest hint of cleavage, along with some blue skinny jeans and ankle boots with a modest heel. The weather seemed too chilly to be showing so much skin, even for someone without Sam's affliction, but that had never stopped Emily.
She smiled radiantly as soon as she saw him. "Hey, hey! Right on time, as always. Come on in." She shepherded him inside and closed the door behind him. "Welcome to my shabby abode. It's not much but it's home."
He looked around as he took off his coat and scarf and hung them on the coatrack. They were in a small but nicely furnished living room with a simple kitchen attached. "Seems cosy to me. You can't expect wizards to be living in fancy towers nowadays."
"I know, right? Imagine the mortgage on that." She walked to the couch and leaned casually against the armrest. "So, uh, I thought of doing some kind of cutesy act to make this feel more like a date, but I'm not clever enough for that. So I guess I'll just start with, do you want a beer?"
"Yes, please." Beer, like all cold drinks, wasn't his favourite, but he welcomed the chance for some alcohol to loosen his nerves.
She grabbed two bottles from the fridge, popped the caps off, and placed them both on the coffee table. Then she plopped down on one side of the couch. Sam couldn't help but notice the appealing bounce of her breasts that accompanied her drop. "Would you mind doing your drink trick thingy? I like it really cold."
"Of course." As a habitual precaution, he took a quick glance at the windows to make sure no one could see them from outside. Then he sat down beside her, gently touched one finger to the side of her bottle, and concentrated for a moment on his frost spirit. Faint ice crystals formed around his finger and rapidly spread across the entire bottle as the beer inside was cooled to a near-freezing temperature. He picked up his own bottle and sat back in his seat. "There you go."
"Thanks." She grabbed her bottle and raised it up to him as an invitation. He clinked his bottle against hers and they both took a sip. "Delicious. I wish I could do that. It's so practical."
He chuckled. "If you could do it, you would no longer want it. That's the paradox of people like us." He had practiced this trick extensively, because making a liquid cold without freezing it takes more careful control than freezing it entirely. But he had practiced it purely for the benefit of others, since he rarely desired cold beverages himself. "Do you mind repaying me?" He raised his free hand to her, palm facing up.
"Not at all." She lay her own hand on his and gave it a gentle squeeze. Over the next few seconds, a pleasant warmth spread from his hand, up his arm, into his chest, then through the rest of his body. Not only did he feel physically warm, but the supernatural chill deep inside of him disappeared. He took a deep breath of contentment as he enjoyed feeling normal for a change.
After a long moment, Emily withdrew her hand, but the warmth she had given him lingered. It would gradually subside over the next few minutes, eventually returning him to his natural state of coldness. Sam had learned to live with that aspect of himself, but even so he enjoyed the chance to escape from it temporarily. "Thanks. I really needed that."
"You're welcome. We really complement each other, don't we?" She threw him a playful wink.
"We sure do." She was of course hinting at more than just personal compatibility here. Their two families had wielded the spirits of fire and frost for generations. Uniting them in marriage would be an achievement of spiritual significance, a treaty between the elements. A valuable opportunity, especially for a young woman from a family that was no longer as prestigious as in ages past. "I have to ask," he found himself saying, though he wasn't sure if he should even as he was saying it. "Your decision to ask me out. How much of that is because of my family?"
