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All Characters are 18 years or older.
This story is a continuation of the Font of Fertility series. I would suggest reading Chapter 1 if you have not already. This chapter includes lots of magic stuff, plus some MF, FF, MFF, and exhibitionism.
Jeremiah and Lauren round out their first meeting of the Council of Threes.
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"So they aren't actual vampires or werewolves," I said, clarifying what Ndia had just explained to me.
"Well, they are," the elder said. "But not in the way that this age thinks of them. They are not the fanciful creatures of the night that your storytellers portray them as. Cain was the first Blood Mage, and he proved particularly powerful - his time ended shortly before mine began, but from what I understand it took three Seats working together to bring an end to him. Lord Dracula was the first Blood Mage to ascend not of Cain's lineage, and while he is one of the most powerful and notorious Ascended alive, even he does not want to test his mettle against an arisen Cain."
It was... odd, talking to an entirely naked and heavily pregnant woman as she was slowly getting fucked from behind by a huge black man with a giant cock. The Council had gone on break again, and I'd needed clarity on some of the absolutely wild things I'd been hearing so I decided to just go right to the source and approached Ndia as the Eldest of the council. Lauren was talking and networking with Ima, the Death Seat Uwe's daughter, and the ghost-skull of Esmerelda's father, but would obviously want to get filled in on what I learned.
Esmerelda was again sitting still on her throne of ancient pyramids and blood, watching me with unblinking eyes from across the magical space. I'd decided to try and not let her get to me.
"Are there any other, ah, very powerful Ascended I should be aware of?" I asked.
"To the level of Lord Dracula?" Ndia pondered. The fact that she seemed to practically ignore her Prime's fucking motions as he stood behind her was a little unnerving. Her tits bounced at the end of each slow, powerful stroke and there was a bead of breast milk hanging off of one nipple that I had to try desperately not to stare at. "There are a few. Yaroslav swears that the last Baba Yaga, the sisters that spawned the Wytch bloodlines, was destroyed six centuries ago, but we thought that for several centuries before that point as well. Medea and Circe may still be alive - their combined magics seemed to allow them a form of symbiosis of immortality - but as far as I know, they haven't been heard from for about a millennium. Soumaoro Kanté would be one, and he still lives, but I cut out his silver tongue myself after the debacle he created with the Atlantic slave trade. Beyond them... there are many who certainly aspire to greater power among the Ascended, and with enough time they may claw and scratch their way into positions that endanger the stability of the world. Entire pantheons of so-called deities to the mortals have been dreamed up when powerful Ascended band together and seek political influence in the modern and magical worlds. We, of course, don't want another one to spring up. If you meet an Ascended with a god complex, it is prudent to nip that bud before it has time to mature and flower or else in a few thousand years you'll be looking back at legends grown larger than the men that spawned them."
"Noted," I said, a little overwhelmed. I recognized some of the names that Ndia had listed off but had no idea about others. A wizard had been behind the slave trade? How did
that
work, and why?
Following the discussion about the war between Dracula and the Caininites, Uwe had presented an ongoing request from a group called the 'Pagan Rite' who were petitioning for a 'scourge the likes of which shall cleanse the issue of humanity's overpopulation and allow the healing of the earth as in times past.' He said he'd already told them it was unlikely, but that he would bring it up. Marcel, the 2nd Death Seat, had been all for the idea of an apocalypse, but most of the others had visibly rolled their eyes. I would have thought Esmerelda and Uwe would have been all for a culling of the population of Earth considering how much death magic they would have gotten from it, but surprisingly neither seemed to care one way or the other. Well, Uwe didn't. Esmerelda didn't weigh in.
After the official request for an apocalypse, Xi Zuang gave a report on the destruction of the Seven Demon Blades of Gau. Apparently some previous Seat named Gau had created them and had unhelpfully made them and their bearers immune to divination, making them particularly hard to track down. The stern and quiet Chinese Seat had tracked down five of the seven blades so far.
Then Esmerelda had been forced to participate, as she had to give an answer to an earlier request by the Greater Druidic Society of Europe. They wanted to send representatives into the Amazon to explore the old holdings of lost Ascended who had filled Druidic roles prior to the multiple civilization collapses at the outset of the colonization of the Americas. 'Participate' may have been an overstatement though - Esmerelda's answer of 'No, and if I discover any of them poking around they can expect a slow death' was blunt and to the point on her feelings. None of the others pushed the issue with her.
The last topic of conversation before the second break had been the longest - Yaroslav had an ongoing petition to the Council that he wanted to start repopulating the world with his favourite extinct animals. He had a laundry list of them, some of which I thought would have been cool but a bad idea (giant elk, sabre tooth cats, and mammoths), some of which would be terrifying (megalodon), and some that felt completely mundane (the dodo, the stellar's sea cow, and the Tasmanian tiger). It turned out this had been a debate running almost a decade though, and Yaro had another list, and everyone on the Council knew if he was allowed to bring back some he wouldn't stop - unicorns, dragons, gryphons and the Tyrannosaurus Rex were all on that
other
list.
But Yaroslav really, really wanted his mammoths and the conversation lasted almost an hour before the break.
"Tell me, Jeremiah Grant," Ndia asked. "How is your harem coming along? Every new Shaman of the Mother goes about it in a slightly different way, but it's an important facet of our lives. I do hope your prudish outlook on sex here in the Council space has not limited your growth in the real world."
"I- wouldn't say I'm prudish," I said. "I'm just making sure I understand the implications of things before I jump in."
"When I was as young as you, I could not find enough cock to satiate me," Ndia smiled. "Even Beno had a hard time keeping up. Consequences be damned."
"Well, on that front I'm doing fine," I said. "My, uh, harem is actively growing. I actually have an appointment this afternoon to hopefully add another full member to it."
"Hopefully?" Ndia asked. "Why hopefully?"
"Because she hasn't said for certain if she wants to join," I said. "I mean, she's implied heavily, but until she's said it..."
"How utterly quaint," Ndia shook her head with a little chagrinned smile. "You
ask
them?"
"You... don't?" I asked back.
"Why would I?" Ndia asked. "I am the Sixth Seat in service to the Great Mother. Half of the legends and folktales about fertility across the mundane world are based on my husband and I. If I want a man, I have him. Mortals think they know what they want, but rarely do they understand the implications or ramifications of getting it. It is much easier to decide for them or else they get overwhelmed."
I almost said something in revulsion - not two minutes ago Ndia had said she ripped some powerful wizard's tongue out for starting the slave trade, but now she revealed she just... took people and put them in her harem. But the problem was, Ndia was also impossibly old. It was tropey, but whether it was vampires or elves or whatever other reason, I could only think that with the number of years she had lived her perspective had become almost alien to a regular person with regular person problems. Did she even remember a time she wasn't a Seat? For me it had been like four weeks ago, but for her? How did that much time change a person?
"I prefer a more, um, intimate experience with my harem," I said, trying to suppress my urge to bite something accusatory or nasty at her. "No need to worry, though. I'm keeping up with my magical needs."
She smiled in a way that said she didn't really believe me. "Perhaps a demonstration, Jeremiah Grant. Please present to me your cock?"
I held up a hand. "As I said-"
