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Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
All characters are 18 years or older.
This story is a continuation of the Font of Fertility series. I would suggest reading the previous chapters if you have not already. This chapter includes group (mff), elements of anal, reference to incest, and some exhibitionism.
Jeremiah deals with mage payments, personal life panics and getting pimped out just a little bit.
FoF Chapter 6 underwent a new edition editing pass in January, 2022. Continuing thanks to Ante_matter13 for his initial editing all those years ago.
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***1 - Payment Due***
After two days of beating around the bush, you would think the three of us wouldn't feel quite so awkward about what was about to happen. Lauren was standing across the small motel room, arms folded across her ample chest, uncomfortable despite the fact that she had seemed excited up until this point. Our third wheel seemed just as tentative; Annalise had sat down on the edge of the bed and swept a long lock of her rich brown hair from her face and looked from me to my girlfriend.
I took a deep breath and looked to the fourth person... being... thing in the room, "Adama, I think I'll need to consult with you briefly in the- ah, washroom."
She nodded and fluttered to the door. As I went to follow the obese pixie Lauren turned as well but I paused, "Could you stay out here with her?" I nodded towards Annalise. Lauren's eyebrows knitted in concern but she nodded, moving over to sit beside the brunette as I went to the washroom and closed the door.
"So honey, have you already decided what to do?" Adama asked once we were in private.
"That's just the thing," I replied, "I know the
who
, but not the what and the how. What did the last Seat do for judgements?"
Adama, for the first time, actually looked thoughtful rather than distracted or lustful. "Well, that depends on what you want to do, Jeremiah. If you want to punish George Stoker it would be best if you were to do that in person. It takes much more power, I think the word you would use is
exponentially
more, the farther away you are attempting to cast a spell."
Punishing the old coot for believing he could control his family like pawns or worthless puppets was tempting, but not the precedent I wanted to set. If he had never been corrected before, could he really be blamed in full?
"What if I just want to stop him from doing something in the future? Make a law about him or something."
Adama smiled, "A Proclamation?"
"Sure."
"It's not necessarily a law, but I think it should fit your needs, sugar. I made a proclamation that first day you gained your powers, do you remember?" I couldn't recall the exact words, but it had to do with Adama telling the magical world that I was the new Seat of Fertility. I nodded and she continued, "A Proclamation becomes part of the common knowledge for all magic users. When I announced you, the other seats heard me directly through their own mentors, but everyone else just became aware; it was in their thoughts that you were now the seat."
"How do I make a Proclamation?"
"The same as casting your spells," Adama said, waving her hand vaguely. "Focus on the words, touch your power source and then say them out loud. You'll know if it worked or not."
I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. "This isn't exactly the sort of stuff I'd been thinking about when you first told me I had magic powers."
"No, honey, what you were thinking was, 'What the fuck?' You didn't have any expectations, and you weren't looking for the power. That's how it is most of the time."
"True," I said, a small smile leaking from my lips. "Are we done, then?"
She nodded, "Except for taking your payment. We need to talk soon though, Jeremiah. Your first council meeting is approaching quickly and you need more than raw power for that. You and I and your little cumbucket out there will need to sit down somewhere quiet; Lauren has her own part to play as well."
"All right," I agreed, "Soon. Once I get my life sorted, we'll start training."
She snorted, "Learning, Jeremiah. You don't need training, the magic is a part of you. An instinct you are already reacting to. All you need to do is learn to listen to those instincts."
"Learning, then."
Adama nodded, then made her little hip-wiggle-hand-clap motion and disappeared in a puff of smoke.
Lauren walked over to me and took one of my hands in hers when I left the bathroom, which meant the world to me. I wasn't sure I would be able to handle all of the craziness of my powers if she wasn't a part of it all, girlfriend or not.
Annalise sighed, looking back into the bathroom behind me. "You are so lucky."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Your mentor," she frowned. "The fact that you even have one. You have someone... something? You have a resource to teach you about your powers. All I had was my father."