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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 starting with Chapter 1 if you have not already. This chapter includes a return to school, promises made and conflicts rediscovered.
Jeremiah is finally back in school and reconnecting with his regular, not-so-normal life.
Returning Dramatis Personae
- Jeremiah 'Jerry' Grant - Seat of Fertility, aka. Powerful Sex Shaman
- Jordan - Concubine/Submissive, Redheaded writer friend
- Tala - Schoolmate for Jerry and Lauren, a dancer, the virgin from New Year's
- Wendy van Rothe - 'Better than you' magical girl high school clique leader, wants to be famous, likely culprit for Magic Magazine interview
- 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
- Jay - Jerry's best guy friend from high school
- Miss Morrison, Janet - Jerry's high school English teacher, well endowed brunette, has been in his sex dreams, widowed
- Benji - Jerry's guy friend from high school, the one with the attitude
- Emily - Cheerleader classmate of Jerry and Lauren. Total bitch. Tried to get Jerry to show her his cock.
- Angela 'Angie' Dawkins - Girlfriend/Concubine, Lindsey's friend from back in high school
Referenced Characters
- Annalise Stoker - Concubine/Girlfriend, Fire Mage
- Ashley - Jordan's friend, Emily's older sister. Had sex at the New Year's Party.
- Lindsey Parker - Girlfriend/Concubine, gal-genius, former neighbour of the Baxleys
- Maya Stoker - Annalise's younger sister
- Stacey Wilde - Girlfriend/Concubine, athletic, old family friend of the Grants
- Victorious - Ancient demonic nightmare horse-turned-muscle car
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Christmas break was three weeks. My life had started changing before the break, but now it all felt more... real wasn't the right term.
More
changed?
I was supposed to be a writer and that was the best I could come up with?
At least I had a better idea of what being a Seat of Fertility meant, now. To the thousands of Ascended who relied on my influence to at least keep their lives stable, and the millions of regular people who had no idea that I could change the course of their nations and world based on my whims. The last time I'd been at school I'd had one girlfriend - now I had six gorgeous women in a harem, a fuck buddy witch, another girl who was interested in trying more stuff out with me,
and
three much more adult women who I had complicated relationships with.
'Swimming in pussy' wasn't how I would have thought my life would be going back in November. I'd been crushing on Lauren, and getting through school day-by-day dreaming up magical worlds, not living in one.
Everything was different, and realistically I probably shouldn't have been trying to cling to how things had been before, but I didn't want to give up my life. I didn't want to drop out of high school and disappear into the magical world. And Lauren's point that we needed to stay anchored in the real world to keep ourselves from becoming like the weird, decadent, power-hungry other Seats was extremely solid.
So I took the bus.
I could have summoned Victorious to drive to school myself, showing up in a hotrod of a muscle car to show off. Or, with all the money I had, I could have ordered an Uber or something. It definitely would have been faster. But for three and a half years I'd taken the town bus to school, and it was my routine. I got on at my usual stop; the snow had mostly melted away again, leaving a mucky grime over a lot of the curbs and streets, and everything was a little grey from the overcast weather. Before all of, well, everything that had happened I would have probably been drearily trying to blink myself awake as I listened to some music with headphones in and watched the same sights slowly pass by like always.
But everything
was
different.
'Good morning, Sir,'
the first text came in. With a picture. I had to tilt my phone to make sure no one was going to see it before I opened it because it was from Jordan. Well, to be fair, I would need to do that for almost all my girls, but Jordan especially. And I was right to be careful - she'd sent me a picture of her sitting at her desk, her makeup freshly applied but topless with her small breasts thrust out and her shoulders back as she smiled at the camera. She had her glasses off but her nosering in, and the choker that represented our relationship hugged her slender throat.
I'd spent half the night with her even though we both needed to be up in the morning. The first part had been just unburdening my stresses as I told her everything that had happened on the weekend in greater detail than our texts. The second part had been slow love-making; it had been late, and we couldn't be loud because her roommate Ashley would be
really
confused if she overheard Jordan having sex with me when I was supposed to be half the continent away. Slow, simmering sex while making out was just as good as the harder, rougher, more demanding sex we usually had.
'Good morning, dear little harem slut,
' I sent back to her.
'Mmm, thank you for the buzz, Sir,'
she replied, then sent me another picture. It was her dressed up in a cute outfit for the day; a pair of tight jeans that hugged her skinny legs, a baggy knit sweater and a scarf, with her long copper hair pulled back into a half ponytail.
'Approve?'
'You look gorgeous. Have a good class!'
I replied with a soft smile.
'Find someone to fuck for me at school!'
she sent back.
'I want to hear all the naughty details.'
I rolled my eyes, my grin widening a bit. She somehow beat out Lauren, Lindsey and Angie on the kinky scale - my only other partner who really competed with her on that front was Aidra.