Font Of Fertility Ch 29

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All Characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older.

This story is a continuation of the Font of Fertility series. I suggest reading Chapter 1 if you have not already. This chapter includes referenced MF sex, lots of magic stuff, and a date.

Jeremiah starts to get organized.

Returning Dramatis Personae

- Jeremiah 'Jerry' Grant - Seat of Fertility, aka. Powerful Sex Shaman

- Adama - Jerry's Seat mentor, magical obese black fertility pixie

- Aidra - Petite goth girl from Jerry and Lauren's school, Fuck buddy, Witch

- Jordan - Redheaded writer friend, interested in Jerry and his Harem

- Lauren Baxley - Public girlfriend, Jerry's Prime in the magic world, closest friend and confidant

- Leandro de la Roca - Spanish Paladín of the Orden de la Espada de Piedra, protector of the Stone Sword

- Lindsey Baxley - Girlfriend/Concubine, Lauren's step-sister via marriage, girl-genius

- Moira - Real estate agent from the city

- Stacey Wilde - Girlfriend/Concubine, godchild of Jerry's parents, athletic

- Victorious - Ancient demonic nightmare horse-turned-muscle car

Referenced Characters

- Amara - Miami Cuban hottie hook-up

- Angela 'Angie' Dawkins - Girlfriend/Concubine, Lindsey's friend from back in high school

- Annalise Stoker - Concubine/Girlfriend, Fire Mage

- Anna 'Other Anna' - Yaroslav's Prime, magical media mogul

- Gao - An ancient bladesmith, either an Ascended or potentially even a Seat, who crafted the 'demon blades.'

- George Stoker - Annalise and Maya's father, evil bastard, Plant Mage

- Jerry's Parents - 'Mom' and 'Dad,' took in their goddaughter Stacey when her parents died in an accident

- Maya Stoker - Annalise's younger sister

- Ndia - Eldest Seat of Fertility, aka. The Most Powerful Sex Shaman

- Tala - Schoolmate for Jerry and Lauren, a dancer, the virgin from New Year's

- Xi Zuang - Seat of Life, aka. Powerful Experience Wizard

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The Judgement of Leandro de la Rocca started at 9:03 AM and was held over the breakfast table.

To be fair, there really wasn't that much of a judgment to make. It wasn't like the whole deal with Annalise - technically there were two sides to the story, but Xi Zuang didn't actually have any evidence he could provide me or he would have thrown it in my face already. The judgement wasn't even really a decision between Leandro and the Life Seat, it was about whether to give Leandro a more permanent status of sanctuary in my territory.

The girls put out a spread. Bagels, bacon, fried eggs, freshly squeezed OJ, and Stacey even went out for an early morning jog to check out the nearby neighbourhood and came back with cinnamon buns from a bakery. Lauren had woken me up and dragged me into the shower with her, which led to a lot of teasing and groping but no sex, and when we came out of the en suite Lindsey had been laying on her stomach in just a pair of panties, bouncing her butt subtly and making it jiggle.

Lauren had gotten breakfast started while I had my way with Linds, and then they'd swapped places and Lindsey had continued the breakfast prep while Lauren rode me. I then had to wonder if the girls had planned things out because just as Lauren and I were wrapping up Stacey got home and was sweaty and horny - I got a second shower as we fucked under the running water.

Waking up at 7am was worth it when the first couple hours of the morning were spent having fantastic sex with three gorgeous women I loved. Which made me wonder if, when Annalise and eventually Angie and Jordan moved in, would I need to wake up earlier or would breakfast get pushed back later?

Still, we were all dressed in comfortable, loose clothes when I was finally allowed to exit the bedroom. The sun coming in through the wall of windows on one side of the apartment was almost too bright because of the light amount of snow that was dusting everything, but it made the entire city look stunningly picturesque as we could see out over the park with its paths already cleared and now dotted with walkers and runners.

Leandro, unlike the rest of us, came out wearing the same clothes that he had on the night before and I realised he hadn't had a single bag with him. Just the sword on his hip - now resting on the mantle over the fireplace - and the Stone Sword wrapped up and slung across his back. Still, he looked like he'd had at least some of the kind of sleep he actually needed. There were bags under his eyes and he still looked gaunt from his years on the run, but he also looked a lot less like a coiled spring waiting to explode from tension.

Still, even more relaxed, he came out of the back hall cautiously. We had a place at the kitchen island set for him with us and when he hesitated I felt like I was hearing the 'Lord Seat' thing echoing out from him. My mouth was full, however, but Lauren was between bites.

"Come on," she said, waving him to the seat. "Grab a chair, Leandro."

"Thank you, Lady Prime," Leandro said, bowing his head for a moment before approaching.

"Yes,

Lady Prime

," Lindsey smirked a little at Lauren. "It is so nice of you to allow us to eat at your table."

"Oh, fuck off," Lauren laughed, then looked to Leandro. "Ignore her.

I

appreciate your manners."

Leandro ate voraciously, and I wondered how long he'd gone without a proper meal. After eating all the leftovers from last night's dinner and piling his plate high that morning, it looked like he'd been surviving on nibbles of food literally on the run for a few weeks. I waited for him to have made a decent dent in that pile before I cleared my throat.

"Alright," I said. "There's a lot of shit to get done today, so we should get started at the top of the list while we can. Are you ready for your Judgement?"

Leandro set his utensils down, looking at me pensively. "I- Yes, Lord Seat."

I let that one go since this was technically an official thing. "OK," I said. "Then I'm going to ask you to excuse the super weirdness of this, cause I need to get my dick out at the breakfast table."

He blinked in confusion.

"There's a reason we're eating here instead of at the table," I said, glancing over at the glass-topped dining table. "Just- It's necessary." I sat up a little from my seat and slipped my sweatpants down to my thighs. The height of the kitchen island compared to the stools was thankfully enough that my dick would be hidden from him across the table. I glanced at Stacey, sitting next to me, and she rolled her eyes and grinned before reaching over with one hand and starting to stroke me. It only took another thought to summon Adama.

She appeared suddenly, in a blink, sitting on top of a cinnamon bun.

"Oh, disgusting," she groaned, making a face as she raised her little hands covered in sticky-sweet icing. As usual, she was strangely larger than life despite being under six inches tall. She'd changed clothes at some point - I still wasn't entirely sure where she went when she wasn't with us. Her vest was gone, replaced by what looked like a golden bikini top barely holding her massive (relative to her size) breasts, dozens of little golden tassels hanging off of it and down her prodigious belly. The hint of a golden bikini bottom was also vaguely noticeable, and her hair was pulled back into long braids threaded with gold as well. It was also dragging in the icing, though I didn't think she'd noticed that yet.

Leandro, for his part, took the appearance of Adama better than I would expect most people would. His eyebrows raised as his eyes went wide, he glanced from the half-nude obese pixie to me and back again a couple of times, and then shook his head as he blinked before seemingly just accepting it.

"Why would you show up sitting on baked goods?" Lauren scoffed.

"It looked comfy, and I thought this was cum," Adama sighed as she looked in disgust at the icing covering her little hands.

"Hold on," Lindsey said. "You would

prefer

to sit in cum rather than not?"

Adama levelled a look at her. "Really?" she asked. "Coming from you?"

"Fair," Lindsey smirked.

"Well, I'm here now," Adama sighed. "Jeremiah, sweetie, what can I do for you today?"

"Adama, this is Leandro," I said, gesturing across the table to the man. "Leandro, I'm not sure how much you know about Seats, but we each have a specific mentor and advisor. Adama is mine."

"It's an... honour?" Leandro said hesitantly, nodding to the obese pixie.

"Oh, honey, it certainly is," Adama said with a big smile, eyeing Leandro up and down like she was a predator as she fanned herself lightly.

"The reason I've had Adama join us," I continued, trying to keep my mind off of Stacey stroking my cock under the lip of the kitchen island, "Is because this judgement has some... complications, and I need to know if there's any historical issues in regards to the Council of Threes." The blocks on Adama's ability to remember specifics about magic, from Ezekiel or the even earlier Seats she'd served, was an ongoing frustration for me. The same was true of a lot of historical things - I needed to ask specific questions to get specific answers, and even then it was hit or miss as if her memory was veiled by something and I could only get vague answers. I was hoping that direct 'rules of the Council' kind of stuff would be more accessible.

"Well, sweet cheeks, why don't you tell me the issue and we'll see what Mama can cook up for you," Adama said.

"Alright," I said. "Leandro's judgement is in regards to another Seat hunting him with illegitimate reasoning; Xi Zuang thought he was a carrier of a Demon Blade of Gao, but Esmerelda and I have concluded that he wasn't. Are you aware of what happened here last night?"

Adama scowled slightly. "Somewhat," she said. "I heard it through the grapevine. You really should be bringing me around more often, babycakes."

I blew out a breath - on the one hand, yes, she was probably right. On the other, needing to whip out my dick and stroke it to fuel her summoning was a < I>bit

disruptive. I needed to figure out a way to have her around more without having my cock played with. "That's probably true," I said.

"Wait, who is in your 'grapevine,'" Lindsey asked. "Do you talk with the other mentor beings behind the Seat's backs?"

Adama looked ready to answer those questions, but hesitated and then frowned deeply as she blinked. "I... don't know," she said. Then she cocked her head to the side, getting more confused. "Why don't I know who I was speaking to?"

"Oh, fuck me," I groaned. "Are you telling me that when you

aren't

here you have a whole life and all the information about your history, but when you

are

here and able to communicate you can't remember?"

"This is a strange feeling," Adama said, shaking her head lightly.

"OK, cool," I grunted. "That's

another

thing to look into. Adama, I'm not sure if you're having an identity crisis or something right now - are you able to focus on this for the moment?"

She let out a huff and then nodded. "Yes, though I'm concerned," she said. "But I'll start digging into it when I'm out of your hair, pumpkin."

I gave Adama the short version, with my girls chipping in things they thought were important that I might have forgotten. The Sanctuary for Leandro, the attack of the ghost ninjas on our home, the meeting with Esmerelda and Xi Zuang, the ultimatum and his threats, and the Stone Sword not being a demon blade. When I was finished I looked to Leandro - "Was there anything else that you'd like 'on the record?'"

"Is it too much to ask that Xi Zuang be held responsible for the murder of my Order?" Leandro asked.

I pressed my lips together and let out a breath through my nose. "If life were fair? No," I said. "But, especially now, I only have the ability to control what happens in my territory, and only really since I ascended. Your family and Order deserve justice, but unless something changes dramatically I can't give that to you. I'm sorry."

He nodded solemnly. "Then I do not think there is any more relevant information I can provide," he said.

I looked at Adama, who was pursing her lips and tapping her pudgy little fingers on her knees. "You were mostly right in everything you said to Xi Zuang, Jerry-baby," she said. "About the attack on your home, and his minions breaking your Sanctuary. He should have been paying attention to what all of his activities in your territory were doing - though, to be fair,

he

is correct that most of the Seats would have been reaching into Ezekiel's abandoned territory to keep things stable. Especially in an age like this, with such a large and advanced population."

"Should I be rebuking the others as well to make sure they withdraw?" I asked.

Adama made a bit of a face. "By all rights, they would be handing over such matters to you at, or after, your first Council meeting but that would usually be more time after your ascension than the mere weeks you had. Most Seats ascend and have time to gather more power than you have before their first meeting - they also usually are not so... stingy on how they gain power. You really are behind the curve in terms of growth, sugarplum."

"We're handling that," Stacey said.

Adama rolled her eyes a little bit - she'd made it clear that I should be impregnating everyone in my harem, and anyone else I fancied fucking too. And maybe I should have if my life was a video game or something - but it wasn't. Ethics and morals mattered. Being able to look at myself in the mirror mattered.

"Am I in my rights to offer Leandro my protection from Xi Zuang through a Judgement?" I asked her. "Or does he have any right to demand something different?"

"You do, and it wouldn't be the first time in history one Seat took the piss out of another in that way," Adama said. "For what he could do? He could make it an issue before the Council at the next meeting, but that would mean openly admitting his mistake and nearly breaking Council Peace."

"OK," I said, nodding slowly. I looked over at Leandro and he met my eyes. "Anything else you'd like to tell me before I decide what to do?"

"You have everything I am now, Lord Seat," he said. "Your ally has the Stone Sword to which I am sworn, you have my safety in your hands. I am adrift."

I nodded, then had a thought. "Adama, do you know anything about a relic called the Stone Sword? Maybe in association with Merlin, or an ancient despotic tyrant known as the Pendraegon?" She thought for a long moment and then shook her head, apologising. "Alright," I said, turning back to Leandro. "There's one more part of this whole thing that needs to be handled, and even though I'd like to handwave it, I can't. When someone comes to a Seat for a judgment, a price needs to be paid. I don't set the price, so it's more like an offering or a sacrifice. Or literally a bribe to sway me one way or the other, if you think I'm that corrupt. I need to know what you're offering."

Leandro looked down at his plate, letting out a breath. Part of me, in that moment, kind of wanted to try to read his thoughts. It wouldn't really be that hard to make a spell to do that. But it would be invasive as hell and would be another one of those steps down the path of not treating people like they were humans.

He looked up at me again, wincing a little with whatever he was thinking, but before he could speak Stacey spoke up. "It might be uncouth or whatever for Jerry to make any suggestions, but I'm not a Seat or a Prime so I will - you're a swordsman without a cause right now, right? Well, sell your sword. Offer to serve Jerry for an amount of time you think is appropriate. Join his house, or whatever Game of Thrones-ian term you want to use."

"Would that be something... you would be interested in, Lord Seat?" Leandro asked.

I glanced at Stacey, half thankful and half unsure still. "I'm sure there are things I could use your help with," I said. "I can only be in one place at a time, and I have people I care about in different places. Another set of eyes to watch and protect would be helpful."

Leandro nodded, looked down again and I could see that he was tapping a thin silver ring on his pinky finger. It looked unadorned, but I had a feeling it was some sort of symbol to him.

"I won't ask you to end your oath to your Order," I said.

He exhaled and nodded again, looking up. "For your Judgement, and hopefully for your protection, Lord Seat, I would offer my blade for a period of four years or until the Stone Sword is returned to my care and I must resume my duties as a

Paladín

of my Order."

It was my turn to nod. "That seems like a good price to me," I said. "Any last words before I make my judgement?"

"No, Lord," he said.

I looked at Adama. "Advice?"

"Be careful with your wording, Jeremiah," Adama said. "Whatever you decide."

Last, I looked at my girls. Stacey nodded to me, and Lauren looked deep into my eyes for a long moment but didn't need to say anything else for me to know where she stood on things. Our home, however new, had been violated. Our loved ones were threatened. A message needed to be sent.

Lindsey was the one to respond to me out loud. "We're going to need to get him an actual sword again if he's going to be on protection detail. Not to mention, like, clothes. I'm just saying, Leandro, you don't exactly come fully equipped for duty."

I snorted softly and smiled, shaking my head. "Lay off him, Linds," I said.

She winked at Leandro and then pursed her lips in an air kiss at me.

"Alright, I'm ready to make my judgement," I said, and then took a breath and closed my eyes to focus. I'd only done the Judgement thing once before, for Annalise, and I'd kind of fucked that one up by not imposing penalties or anything on Stoker. I was too easy, too generic. My word was supposed to be enough, but that's not how people worked. I wasn't

God

, I was a king. I only had as much authority as I earned through respect. Or fear.

I needed to read Machiavelli. I had a copy of

The Prince

on my shelf at home for researching writing villains, but I was quickly seeing that there was a fine line between Benevolent Ruler and Authoritarian Dictator.

"Payment is generally made beforehand," I said. "Because tradition is a bitch and other Seats like to have the ability to hoodwink people. So, Leandro... Uh, raise your right hand." He did so, and I tapped into my pool of power and fed a trickle of it into my words. "Do you swear to serve as my sword, and the protector of my house, my family and my harem, for the period of four years or until you are needed to continue your duties to your Order?"

"I do," he said solemnly.

I had a flash to how, only a few days before, I'd been asking Jordan a very

different

series of questions that still had a weird similarity. "Will you honour the people I care about, protect their virtues, and give your life if necessary in their defence?"

"I will, Lord Seat," Leandro answered again.

I released the power, and I felt it wrap around the two of us for a moment, a slender string in my mind's eye before it faded. "I accept your oath," I said. "And we are bound by it. Welcome to the family. We'll talk details in a minute. As for the Judgement, I'm giving you my Sanctuary and will make it known."

"He'll make a proclamation," Lauren said. "Every ascended in the world will be aware of it if they think of you - which means most people

won't

really 'know' other than ascended who know about you already, or others you meet."

"I don't quite understand, but I'll accept that," Leandro said. "Thank you, Lord Seat."

My soft smirk at his reversion to calling me 'Lord Seat' was automatic. That was going to be something we'd need to work on. Instead, I closed my eyes and spoke firmly out loud as I tapped into my pool of power again. "By my Proclamation, Leandro de la Rocca is hereby granted the Sanctuary of the Lord-Sorcerer of the Great Order of Fertility Shamans. Any who seek to bring harm to him while he remains within my territory, or until such time as my Sanctuary is removed from him, shall be stripped of their magic and imprisoned for the rest of their mortal days."