Font Of Fertility Ch 31

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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 deals struck, MF, MFF, a MILF, anal, and a magical lore dump.

Jeremiah meets with a Witch.

IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE: This chapter is the first where readers will see an ongoing change in two character's references and backstories. These changes are being made to adapt the story to be more accessible to a larger audience, and to meet ToS issues involved in my writing career. The characters in question are Stacey and Lindsey. I understand some people may not like these changes, but they are necessary. And to answer the question up front - no, I will not be maintaining two or more versions of this story. I don't have the time or patience to manage that when I have so many other stories on the go, or that I want to write in the future.

Returning Dramatis Personae

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

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

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

- Jordan - Concubine/Submissive, Redheaded writer friend

Referenced Characters

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

- Annalise Stoker - Concubine/Girlfriend, Fire Mage

- Ashley - Jordan's friend, Emily's older sister. Had sex at the New Year's Party.

- Benji - Jerry's guy friend from high school, the one with the attitude

- Emily - Cheerleader classmate of Jerry and Lauren. Total bitch. Tried to force Jerry to show her his cock.

- Jay - Jerry's best guy friend from high school

- Lindsey Parker - Girlfriend/Concubine, gal-genius, former neighbour of the Baxleys

- Moira - Real estate agent from the city

- Miss Morrison, Janet - One of Jerry's high school teachers

- Stacey Wilde - Girlfriend/Concubine, athletic, old family friend of the Grants

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Lauren and I got out of the car as Aidra slipped out of the front door of her house, clearly taking care to shut the door quietly behind her. It almost felt like the opposite of how I'd seen where Jordan had grown up - my red-headed girlfriend/submissive's childhood home had been a one-story ranch-style house in an older part of the town on a fairly big lot. Aidra's home was in a newer part of the town and looked way bigger than necessary for the cramped lot it occupied. It was also super modern with smooth, blocky architecture and big banks of tinted windows.

I'd driven by it plenty of times in the last few years since it had been built and always thought it looked weird and stood out oddly compared to the rest of the town, never knowing that Aidra lived there with her mother.

"Hey," I said with a grin as the petite goth witch strode down the driveway to us.

"Hey, Aidra," Lauren said as well.

"Hey, sexy people," Aidra smirked and went to Lauren first and hugged her. They looked into each other's eyes for a moment and Aidra winked, making me wonder if the two of them had been texting. I'd taken over driving back from the city about halfway through the ride with Lauren, and other than a brief stint of road head she'd had plenty of time to be texting as we talked. Then we'd had to split apart to put in some face time at home and tell our respective parents that Stacey and Lindsey were all moved in and OK while obfuscating the fact that they were living in a penthouse we owned, so that was even more time for Lauren to have been scheming.

Aidra then came to me, a big smile on her face, and she hopped into my arms to get her mouth level with mine to kiss me steamily. I had to grab onto her to hold her up, one hand on her back and the other landing on her ass and feeling that tight little butt cheek firmly enough to make me groan. She was wearing casual clothes, just a pair of black workout leggings and a sweatshirt that looked about three sizes too big for her, and she hadn't done her usual heavy makeup but I still found her cute as hell. I almost wanted to postpone our meeting with her mother so that Lauren and I could have our way with her again.

"Mmmm, I love that," Aidra said, pulling her lips from mine just slightly and then teasing me by licking my lips.

"Love what?" I asked.

"Your hand on my ass," she said with a grin.

"Please tell me your mother isn't watching us from one of those windows," I said.

"Probably not, and even if she was, she knows what's up," Aidra snorted and chuckled.

I shifted my other hand from her back to her ass as well, giving both her cheeks a squeeze. "Better?"

She bit her lip and nodded, humping her pelvis at me for a moment as she had her legs wrapped around my waist. It reminded me of how we'd walked from my room to Stacey's the last time we'd been together, moving from our one-on-one rendezvous to the fivesome.

"Come on, you two horny rabbits," Lauren said with an overly-dramatic sigh. "The neighbours are gonna think something is going on."

"Our neighbours already think we're crazy, so no change there," Aidra laughed, then kissed me one more time firmly before I let her down and we separated to a bit more of a friendly distance. "OK, here's the deal. Mom is ready to meet with you, but she's going a bit overboard in my opinion."

"What does that mean?" I asked.

Aidra rolled her eyes. "You'll see. Just- Try to look past it, OK? Like, I know you're a Seat, but you're also meeting my Mom, so there's gotta be weird emotions going on or whatever even if we're not

dating

."

"To be fair, Jerry

did

miss out on the whole 'feeling awkward meeting his girlfriend's parents' thing since we've known each other forever," Lauren smirked. "So maybe it will do him some good."

"Hey, I got enough of that from briefly meeting Jordan's father," I said and shook my head. "OK. Anything else I should know?"

Aidra gave me a considering look. "Don't give her anything without getting anything," she said. "She's not a bad or greedy person or anything, but it's how the magic world kinda works I guess. Especially when you're not a Seat. Favours, deals, and trades; those are the main currency of things between folks like us. And considering who you are, just FYI I'm totally fine with you banging my Mom."

I coughed. Lauren snorted softly and grinned in a way that let me know she'd been expecting this. "Aidra," I said. "I thought we already talked about this, I'm not going to-"

"Shush," Aidra said, lifting a finger to my lips and giving me a stern look. "You think I'm attractive, right?"

"Yes," I mumbled around her finger. "Obviously."

"Well, my Mom is hot too," she said. "And she's sexually active. She might not get power out of sex like you do, but Witches have... certain rituals and rites they can do, especially in a group. She can get freaky with the best of them."

"What about your Dad?" I asked, taking her hand in mine and pulling her finger from my lips.

"Divorced and disappeared

years

ago," Aidra said. "Why do you think I'm such a fucking deviant? I've got Daddy issues a mile wide." Then she smirked, a teasing look entering her eyes. "One of these days I might just call

you

that while you're filling my ass with your big, fat cock."

"And on that note," Lauren said, rolling her eyes a bit even while she was grinning. "We should probably go inside so that we're not keeping your Mom waiting. Unless there's anything else we need to know?"

"Call her Ramona," Aidra said. "Not Miss Allard. She doesn't know what to think of you yet, but if you call her Miss Allard like a respectful friend of mine, she'll try to walk all over you 'cause she'll just see you as a teenager."

"Got it," I said. "Alright. Lead the way."

Aidra did just that, leading us up the short driveway and through the front door. The interior of the house matched the exterior, everything sleek and simplistic. If I'd pictured a 'Witch's House' this would have been the exact opposite - there was no clutter, no homeyness. To be fair, there were also no creepy fetishes hanging from exposed rafters or ovens waiting to be stuffed with greedy little children either. The whole place almost felt cold in its sterility and modernity.

"Mom, Jeremiah is here," Aidra called carelessly. "Don't be weird." Then she turned to us, lowering her voice. "She's going to be

so

weird."

Ramona Allard's entrance was definitely something, and if I hadn't had my experiences with Esmerelda and the other Seats I would have probably been shocked. Aidra's mother looked a lot like her daughter - she had a similar face, just older and in her mid-forties by my guess - still looking cute and attractive. Her brunette hair was long, hanging in soft curls down past her shoulders, and she had the same eyes as well. That was where the similarities ended though, because where Aidra was short and petite, Ramona was of medium height and curvy as hell. Not fat, but curvy in that MILF porny sort of way where everything was sexually, explicitly voluptuous. And we were seeing a

lot

of it.

Aidra's Mom was naked except for a skirt of rope tassels and some sort of paint in geometric runic symbols daubed on her chest, stomach and arms. Smaller ones, painted in a different colour, looked almost like warpaint in a band across her eyes and a vertical one down the middle of her face. Her breasts were completely bare and were fucking

amazing

. They were big - bigger than Annalise's, who still held the record for largest I'd ever been with, and Other Anna had only missed that mark by a little bit. Ramona had them both beat and while they were huge they were also clearly natural. Her skin was more tanned than her daughter's and that went to her nipples, which were a warm and ruddy brown. She was also wearing jewellery; a series of necklaces with various beads and charms did nothing to cover her up, and multiple bracelets and anklets rattled as she walked around the corner barefoot.

"Welcome to my home, Lord-Sorcerer Jeremiah Grant," Ramona said. "Please enter and be welcome."

"Thank you, Ramona Allard," I said, trying to hide any hint of my shock at her appearance and falling into the weirdly formal way people in the magical world had been talking around me so far. "Your daughter is a good friend, and I'm happy that you've agreed to meet with us. This is my Prime, Lauren Baxley."

"Lady Prime," Ramona said, nodding deferentially.

"Right," Aidra sighed. "Mom, how about we go to the living room?"

"Please," Ramona said. Her expression was flat, hiding whatever she was feeling. She gestured through an open area and Aidra led the way while Lauren and I followed. We ended up in a room at one end of the house that could have been called a living room if you believed anyone actually ever sat and

lived

in it. The space, despite having comfy couches and facing a TV mounted over an electric fireplace, was so spotless it seemed like it was staged for a magazine.

"Thank you again for agreeing to meet with us, Ramona," I said as Lauren and I sat on one couch and Ramona sat in a chair. Aidra, as if making a point to her mother, sat down on my other side and casually raised her feet up to rest her legs over my lap, leaning back against the armrest. The familiarity would have embarrassed me if I was meeting her mother under different circumstances, but by the standard being set it was barely a blip on the radar of weirdness.

"Aidra mentioned that there is information you are interested in," Ramona said. "But, Lord Jeremiah, I have a much more pressing personal issue I need to take up with you first. Regarding my daughter."

"OK, first, please just call me Jeremiah," I said. "The titles aren't necessary here. And if this is about Aidra's involvement with us, I promise you that I have not used any magic to seduce or beguile her."

Aidra snorted softly and smirked. "More like I seduced you."

"You misunderstand, Jeremiah," Ramona said, shooting her daughter a hard-to-read look. "Aidra is free to pursue whatever sexual interactions she desires. Our bloodline, and witches in general, are more powerful when we allow ourselves the freedom to explore our wants and desires. Sexual urges are nothing to be ashamed of in our circle."

"That's very progressive, and for some reason, I feel like that's exactly why people have always taken a bad view of witches in fairy tales and history," Lauren said with a soft chuckle.

"Men have rarely had more of an issue with a woman than when she has her own point of view," Ramona said, her facade finally cracking for a moment with a soft smile for Lauren. Then she turned back to me. "My issue, Jeremiah, is that as a new Seat of Fertility, you have a need to grow your harem at a fast rate, and I am concerned that you have your eyes set on my daughter."

"I think that would be between me and Aidra, and the other members of my harem," I said. "Though I'll assure you that I

ask

my ladies to join. I'm not sure what you've heard about the others, or if you ever met Ezekiel, but I don't just pick people and force them to have sex with me."

"Though that would be kinda hot," Aidra murmured, flashing me a little smirk and winking, reminding me that she had a bit of a dark side.

"Well, that's good and

progressive

of you," Ramona said, using the same word Lauren had. "But despite what my daughter may want or not, I need to demand that you do not force her to make that choice. Do not ask her to be in your harem."

I raised an eyebrow. "Is this coming from you as her mother, or you as a witch?" I asked. "Because you're talking about freedom of choice from one side of your mouth, and demanding she not be allowed a choice from the other."

"Both," Ramona said sternly and shot a little glare at her daughter in that '

my kid is being a rebellious ass right now

' sort of way. "I assume Aidra hasn't told you much about our bloodline and the way Witches function?"

"Only that her magic is based around luck and fortune," I said, glancing at Aidra. She was chewing on the inside of her lip and looking annoyed, not meeting my gaze.

"Well, an important part of what she

hasn't

told you is that Witches only reach their full power through communion with other Witches. We are only our full selves when we are joined in a Coven," Ramona said. "Three witches together make a coven, and three covens make a Grand Coven."

Again with the Threes

, I thought to myself. Maybe there was something there that Lindsey and I needed to look into.

"What would three Grand Covens form?" Lauren asked.

"As far as I know, it hasn't been done," Ramona said. "Conceptually, it would be a very powerful spellcasting ritual, but gathering nine covens all in one place, to one purpose, giving up their control to one singular witch? We are fickle and disagreeable at the best of times."

"So I'm assuming that you're worried if Aidra and I

were

to come to the decision together that she would be happy in my harem, I wouldn't let her join a coven?" I asked.

"No," Ramona said. "If she were to swear herself to you and join your harem, she would be

unable

to join a coven. The magic would not work - when we form our covens, it is a magical bond that supersedes all others. But an oath to you, as a Seat? Just the emotional impact would disrupt the ritual, let alone any actual magic you put into it. And after making that sort of a commitment, even if you were to free her of her obligations, she would still be adrift, unable to form a Coven bond."

I sighed and looked at Aidra. "You didn't think maybe I should know this?" I asked.

She shrugged. "It hadn't come up yet," she said. "So far all we've done is agreed to be fuck buddies and that we'd fuck whenever one of us felt like it."

"That's already pushing things with a man as magically potent as him," Ramona sighed, giving her daughter a look.

"So your ask is that we don't induct Aidra into the harem," Lauren said. I was ready to just agree, not wanting to limit Aidra's powers or future and knowing that even if we did want to keep seeing each other after the end of the school year we could just do that without her being in the harem. But what Aidra had said outside was still rattling around in my brain, and seemed to be for Lauren as well. "What are you offering in return? Because Aidra would be a major addition to our group, both as a person and because of her magic."

Ramona narrowed her eyes slightly as she glanced from Lauren to Aidra and back, and I realised that some of Lauren's conniving with Aidra must have been setting up this moment. Aidra knew I wouldn't want to barter with her sexuality or her heart, but she also knew Lauren could step in and do that for me.

"I will offer myself," Ramona said. "For one hour, to serve the Lord Seat sexually as his willing plaything."

I swallowed. At no point through the conversation had I been

not

aware of Ramona's big tits and pretty face. She looked almost regal in a savage way, sitting straight-backed in her chair like it was a throne, with her runic paint and strange skirt that was hiding very little of her curvy hips or between her legs. Conceptually I could have just demanded she service me, and in all likeliness she would have done so without a fight, but I wasn't that guy.

"One time?" Lauren asked, putting on a shocked tone. "You think your daughter is only worth

one hour

with a Seat of Fertility?"

Damn

, I thought. Lauren was going hard.

"Well..." Ramona said, clearly taken off guard. Submitting sexually to me sounded like a pretty big deal, but when phrased like that it sounded weak. "What do you think would be more appropriate, Lady Prime?"

Lauren took in a breath, looking over at me and Aidra. Her gaze was steady, but I could see the playfulness in her eyes and knew she was having fun being the 'hard-nosed negotiator' for me. "I think once a week is more appropriate," she said.

"Once a month," Ramona countered. "We are all busy people."

"Once a month for the extent of Aidra being happy in her current status quo," Lauren said, staring down Romana. "So if we end things when we go away to college, you're free from the obligation.

But

your hour of submission includes any sex that Jeremiah wants. Nothing is off the table."

Romana paused for a moment, considering, and then nodded. "It's a deal," she said, then looked at me. "If you agree, Jeremiah Grant."

Sex, once a month, with this stunningly curvy and sexy MILF? And Aidra was OK with it?

I glanced at Aidra, who nodded confirming she was indeed OK with it, and then I looked back at Ramona. "I think that seems fair," I said and stood up so I could take a step forward and lean towards her, offering my hand.

Ramona stood as well, taking it in a firm grip as we shook on it. Her breasts wobbled heavily as we did it.

"Well," Lauren said, standing up. "Obviously now is as good a time as any to take care of your first payment, Ramona. Aidra, want to go hang in your room? I'll tell you what happened this weekend."

"Sure," Aidra said, standing up as well and giving me a slap on the butt. "Have fun fucking my Mom, stud."

I couldn't help it and coughed lightly as I tried to keep in my shocked chuckle. Aidra hooked arms with Lauren and they walked out of the room, leaving me with Ramona.

"Well," I said. "I gotta admit, I wasn't expecting this when we pulled up."

"We can discuss whatever you need to discuss afterwards," Ramona said calmly. "How would you like me for the hour?"

"Just- Hold on," I said, sitting back down and gesturing that she should as well. Once she was sitting I leaned forward. "Despite this being an... arrangement," I said. "I've found sex is much better when both people are getting what feels good for them."