This is still a story of the Becoming Monsters Universe by Ai Loves, setting used with permission. All canonical and mechanical errors are my own. The yarrb is the creation of FelisRandomis, used with permission.
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Chapter 33: Inner Power
I awoke with my wife still in my arms, the first rays of the morning sun shining through the window. It was Friday, did I forget to set my alarm? Oh, right. Guild Hall things today. We had time. I hugged Lucy closer. Still half asleep, she snuggled against me more. We stayed there for a bit, just savoring the feel of each other. At least, until both of our stomachs growled at us. We laughed a bit. It was nice.
There were vague and threatening memories of a nightmare overnight, waiting in the back of my head. I decided to put them out of my mind for now.
The only other person who was fully awake was Whitney, stretching out and doing her morning workouts in the buff. I decided to get the breakfast drinks started, Gloria emerging with a shy kind of smile to firmly remove me from the kitchen before I had quite managed to finish putting them together. We were all assembled before too long, Amber dropping a bag onto the table as Gloria finished up omelets (how she was doing eight on a four-burner seemed to defy physics).
"Jay, you're probably going to need these. Open it up."
Well, I like getting gifts as much as the next guy, so I did. Inside were three boxes. The first was the largest of the three. I opened it up to find a phone, a very similar model to the one I had just lost the afternoon before. "Do you have replacements for these on tap? That was quick, thank you!"
"Not quite. Glad you got the insurance on your last one. Paige and I couldn't sleep, so we went over to the store and used Guild status to get your replacements for you."
"Plural?" I opened the second box, finding a watch within. "Have I mentioned that I appreciate how thorough you are?"
"Well, box number three isn't me. Sarah, you're up."
"I was intending to do this one slowly over time, but all of a sudden you lost the weapon I made for you last time."
I winced. "Sorry about that. It did serve me well."
Sarah smiled a bit. "It was always meant to be temporary, but you did some great things with it. Open up the box."
Inside was an orb of bronze, weighing perhaps a pound. On one side, a variation of our Guild insignia was etched. Instead of a circle, the shield was surrounded by a heptagram. On the other side, there was what looked like a screw hole. It was meant to attach onto something. "I like the look, but what is this?"
"It's the pommel of your new weapon. It just has to be charged first, we need to gather a ton of power for it to prime. Basically self-sustaining once it's full. It was gathering a slow charge via ambience and me dumping mana into it each night, but you are weaponless right now. You need one befitting a leader."
"So, how do we charge it?"
"That's the fun part. After breakfast, Jay." That was when some
remarkably
strong coffee was set in front of me, along with a not-so-miniature mountain of eggs, sausage, and vegetables. I had the feeling I'd need the fuel.
It was with a certain amount of curiosity that we stepped out into the living room. The furniture had not been returned to their proper positions after being pushed to the sides last night, and Sarah once again called her ring to its large circle form. This time, it was as large as it could be without touching furniture, taking most of the room in its area.
To one side, on the table that usually sat in the center, was a sword. It was about three feet in length, thin and very slightly curved, with a comfortable-looking guarded hilt. Designs were etched along its length, unclear from this distance. This was a weapon pattern I knew, common among swords held by Guild Officers, the cavalry saber. Perhaps a bit larger than many, but I was not a small person. At its pommel, it had a small post. This one was intended to have a pommel weight for balance.
Sarah stopped at the edge of the circle and removed her clothing before stepping in, a look of concentration on her face. "Everyone, please strip to nothing and join me." We did, rapidly and efficiently. It was not the strangest thing we've ever done for the group, and the view was remarkably good. Emily held the pommel stone high in the air, and let go. It floated upwards until just below the ceiling. "Alright. We have to convert as much thaumic power to a usable form as we can, as quickly as possible. Nobody leaves this circle until we are finished, or it will unbalance the whole thing. We thankfully have access to an incredibly efficient tool for this use. Jeremiah, that tool happens to be your balls."
All seven of my ladies were staring at me. Well, one part of me.
"This circle has enough juice left in it for one good ritual. Jay, you need to make us all orgasm as often and as strongly as you can while we keep constant stimulation on you, but the second YOU cum the ritual will end. That will channel the power you gathered into the pommel stone. The better this goes, the stronger that sword is going to be. Last detail is that you need to start with me."
Wild eyed, I asked "to make sure the ritual is in secure motion?"
"No. Because I set this up and want to be first. Now get to it!"
No further instructions were given. None were needed. Sarah, I knew, preferred to be bottom. She wanted her lover to use her as they desired, to lay back and enjoy a relaxing ride. Between me filling her completely and the other girls going after her lips and nipples, she did not last long.
Whitney had exactly two modes. Dominantly taking her pleasure, or melting into a subby mess if you knew her weaknesses and chose to apply them. I let her pin me for a bit, but as soon as I felt her get close I grabbed her by the base of the wings and pounded her into a screaming orgasm of her own.
Gloria required more care. She never cared much about her own pleasure and would not enjoy most of my normal tricks. Instead, I borrowed one of Lucy's favorites, using my tongue to maximum effect as she writhed under me, Whitney kissing her deeply, Amber keeping the pressure on me as I did so. I was proud when I felt her peak, hearing her muffled moans.
Compared to her, Amber was almost a break. She was so turned on and so easy to pleasure that she was going off almost before I got started. Paige was after her, and someone who thought a physical action was the key here would be doomed from the start. Paige wanted to be desired for herself, for her every curve to be intimately admired and felt. I held her close as she kissed me deeply, thrusting up into her as she spasmed around me.
Emily was simple enough. I had been very thoroughly her type since well before she ever joined us, and the fact that she was a bit of a size queen meant that my well-above average equipment hit every button she had... and that was before I Shapeshifted it up until I felt her stop stretching.
Then there was Lucy. Normally, "get a Succubus to cum first" was a task so impossibly difficult it was a punchline. Thing is? Nobody knew my wife like me, and after watching me manhandle all six others she was practically dripping with lust. My tongue found hers, my hands held hers, my body pressed into hers. We joined together in body and soul, beyond mere sex. That said, after a moment of pure intimacy, I began to take her with the kind of force I knew she loved, and she surrendered herself to me. She came, explosively, a minute or two later, and that would have done me in had Whitney not stepped over to us.
"Oh, no, you don't. We aren't done with you yet!" She reached under me and grabbed me gently by the balls. She concentrated for a moment, and I saw the area glow. Suddenly, I was nowhere near orgasm anymore. It was like I was just getting started instead of being over twenty minutes into pleasuring seven wonderful women.
Conserve Potential. The same trick she used to swing her sword, she had just applied to my freaking balls. Lucy's eyes widened as I renewed my aggressive assault, and came again for me before too long.
What followed was a blur of lips, hands, and vaginas. Orgasm after mighty orgasm took my ladies as I used every relevant skill I had ever acquired and many that I had not thought to utilize in that context. As I Double Teamed Paige and her own Double, I built up. As I tested Lucy's ability to stretch, I built up. As Whitney rode me to another powerful orgasm, I built up. As the ladies discovered that Emily's tail tips were nearly as sensitive as Lucy's while she begged me to take her again, I built up. Finally, I could hold on no longer.
The ladies knew that the kind of power I had built up would be dangerous in the extreme for any one of them to take inside of themselves. As my abdomen tightened, as my balls churned, two things happened. My wife, who had been taking her turn to ride me again, felt it coming and dismounted me, reaching with both hands to keep pumping me. Whitney saw this, and released her hold on my Conserved Potential as all seven of them crowded around me.
Even without that, what commenced might have been the largest and most powerful orgasm of my life. With it, and the fact that I was still sized up to please and stretch my ladies, and what occurred went beyond a mere spray of my essence. It transcended hoses, and did its best to move along towards rivers and tides of cum. Rope after rope of powerful pleasure shot from me, arcing high into the air with the force imparted. It went on and on and on, blinding me with the overwhelming bliss that came with it. It was still going minutes later as I opened my eyes, seeing the strangest part of the whole affair.
The cum was floating in a particularly sticky reenactment of Saturn's rings, rapidly circling the hovering pommel stone. My orgasm eventually ended as we saw it begin to glow, taking in the power from what I had sent towards the ceiling. Faster and faster the rings of white spun, glowing brighter until, with a flash, it suddenly stopped. Of course, this last also meant that there was no force holding it all up there anymore, and with an enormous splash it fell back to the ground, covering us and the carpet in sticky goo.
Lucy, standing there in her now-frosted glory, looked rather shocked. "Years of working in this field, living this life, and I can honestly say that was a new one." Paige, next to her and equally frosted, could only nod.
