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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 MF, magic conversations, and heading home.
Jeremiah Fucks after a date, and talks about Magical Industrial Agriculture.
Returning Dramatis Personae
- Jeremiah 'Jerry' Grant - Seat of Fertility, aka. Powerful Sex Shaman
- Moira - Real estate agent from the city
- Lindsey Baxley - Girlfriend/Concubine, Lauren's step-sister via marriage, girl-genius
- Lauren Baxley - Public girlfriend, Jerry's Prime in the magic world, closest friend and confidant
- Stacey Wilde - Girlfriend/Concubine, godchild of Jerry's parents, athletic
- Leandro de la Roca - Spanish PaladΓn of the Orden de la Espada de Piedra, protector of the Stone Sword
- Anna 'Other Anna' - Yaroslav's Prime, magical media mogul
Referenced Characters
- Aidra - Petite goth girl from Jerry and Lauren's school, Fuck buddy, Witch
- Angela 'Angie' Dawkins - Girlfriend/Concubine, Lindsey's friend from back in high school
- Annalise Stoker - Concubine/Girlfriend, Fire Mage
- Beno - Ndia's husband and Prime. Ridiculously big black cock.
- Esmerelda - Seat of Death, aka. Powerful Death Wizard, second-youngest Seat, weirdo
- Ezekiel - Former Seat of Fertility, his death caused Jeremiah's ascension
- Jordan - Redheaded writer friend, interested in Jerry and his Harem
- Ndia - Eldest Seat of Fertility, aka. The Most Powerful Sex Shaman
- Ophalia - Ezekial's Prime, wrote a letter for Lauren.
- Victorious - Ancient demonic nightmare horse-turned-muscle car
- Yaroslav - Seat of Life, aka. Powerful Experience Wizard, stoner/partier
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The trail of clothes we left through Moira's house would have told anyone else following us exactly what was going on. My shirt ended up somewhere on the stairs, and my pants in the hall outside her bedroom. Her shirt was hanging from the bannister, if it hadn't fallen off, and her pants had gotten half-kicked into a guest bedroom after I'd peeled them down to one ankle.
She was moaning softly as we kissed and I carried her to her bed. Her thin, fit frame put her on par with Aidra as the lightest of my sexual partners and I felt like I could have run a marathon carrying her. She had her legs hooked around my waist and her arms crossed behind my neck while I was holding her up by her little butt, my hands grabbing her firmly until my shins found the edge of her bed. I lowered her down slowly and she let go of me, letting me lay her on the mattress as we looked at each other.
Moira was gorgeous. Her sharp features had such a beautiful, positive glow when she could have been cold or aristocratic in her daintyness. Her light golden blonde hair was wavy and splayed out around her head as she smiled up at me. She was down to the lingerie she'd had on under her clothes, a set not unlike what she'd worn that first night we'd been together with Lindsey and Stacey. It was like a one-piece bathing suit, cut high on her hips and with a dramatic neckline that came down to her belly button. It was a soft yellow, all sheer lace, and didn't hide much of anything behind the pretty embroidery. Moira might have been flat-chested, but her breasts still looked amazing as her nipples poked against the sheer cup panels of the garment, and at the same time her mound looked so inviting behind the barely opaque cover hugging her little bush and lips.
She bit her lip playfully, looking up at me with a smile in her eyes.
"Like what you see?" she asked.
"You're so fucking stunning," I said, shaking my head in wonder. "I just want to remember this moment and am trying to burn it into my brain."
She grinned again and hummed her happy chuckle, reaching her hands to take mine. "You just want to remember
this
moment?" she asked.
"Every moment from when you opened the door," I said, squeezing her fingers lightly with mine.
"Kiss me?" she asked, tugging me down to her.
I lowered down, getting my knee up on the bed between her legs as I covered her body with my own and kissed her. She was hungry for it, even more than in the hall, and we made out for a long few minutes like that. Our hands wandered, hers trailing over my bare chest and up into my hair, then down my arms. Mine held her face at first, cradling her intimately, then slid down her sides and felt the texture of the lace lingerie over her firm, smooth skin, and then finally I brought them up her stomach to her chest to trace around the bumps of her nipples.
"Mmm, Jerry," Moira moaned softly.
"Moira," I sighed happily, trailing kisses from her chin and up her jawline. Then I picked her up, one arm behind her shoulder and the other at the small of her back, and she gasped as I hauled us further onto the bed and then turned her sideways and laid down facing her on my side so we were looking at each other.
"Not what I thought you were going to do," she said with a little smirk.
"I just want to... touch base," I said as I brought my hand up to brush her hair from her face and behind her ear. She reached up and took that hand, holding it to her cheek.
"Are you worried about doing this without your girlfriends?" she asked, a little concern in her eyes.
"No, no," I shook my head. "Not that. I just want to make sure I know what you want, Moira. From this. I want to- Well, let's just say I want a lot of different things. You make me hungry for you. I want to fuck you like we're animals, but I also want to make love to you. Or anything in between. And I
really
don't want to have to guess what you want, so I'm just asking you. What kind of sex do you want tonight?"