Mana Supply Saga Ch 01

Back when I wrote "Party in Need of a Mana Supply", I had every intention of making it a one-off. As I wrote that story, I came to really like the band of sorceresses and their lucky traveling companion, Layonne. I discovered while writing that I had unwittingly included a plot hook (be it explicitly on the page or hidden in my mind) that compelled me to continue this tale. As a discovery writer, I have fallen in love with the idea of exploring this world further and trying to figure out exactly how a society like this might operate. Now, I'm treating that original story as the prologue for this "Mana Supply Saga" series, beginning in earnest here with chapter one.

This Saga chronicles the adventures of Layonne, Azrielle, Daliah, Zeraphina, as they travel to Dastrodil through the Marshfen Woods. Layonne has been hired by the three Sorceresses as their Mana Supply, a male whose job it is to provide magic-users with a steady supply of semen from which they draw their magical power. It is highly recommended that you begin this series with the prologue, titled "Party in Need of a Mana Supply".

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Layonne awoke to an empty bed, unexpectedly. He sat up, taking a peek around the inn room. The three Sorceresses he had spent the night with were nowhere to be found.

Layonne glanced out the window. He saw sunlight cresting through the shudders, shining a spotlight on gentle flecks of dust hovering through the room. He figured that it must still be early, close to daybreak. He stretched his arms out wide, groaning as he pulled his muscles taught, then relaxed them.

He felt great. Better than he had in a long time. He supposed it must have something to do with the wonderful night he had spent with those three lovely ladies. Thinking back on his sexual escapades throughout his life, he came to the conclusion that he had never engaged in such debauchery as he had last night. Close to the end of it, he was honestly worried for his health. He remembered feeling light-headed, getting sucked by... one of them, he couldn't remember. He recalled the apex of a powerful orgasm coming on, then...

He supposed he must have passed out at that point, though he did recall waking up to the three Sorceresses wrapped around him, their naked bodies touching him, as close to heaven as any man could get here on solid ground. That must have been a dream, though. Sorceresses have always been quite cold and uncaring towards humans.

Layonne had first-hand experience with that apathy during his previous work as a Mana Supply. Sorceresses were more likely to ask him to jerk off into a flask to provide a supply for the road. At best, the Sorceress might give him a dry tug with her hand if she needed a fresh helping of semen for more immediate use. What he had experienced last night... that was like nothing he'd have ever expected Sorceresses to do. Maybe he HAD just dreamed up the whole thing.

The state of the room seemed to speak towards that fact. The room was clean, practically spotless. He was naked, of course, and his clothes were neatly folded and placed on the table on the far side of the room. Could he have just gotten drunk and imagined the whole ordeal? It was possible, to be sure... but then again, Layonne didn't expect that his drunk self would ever fold his own clothes like that. Maybe he had just gotten involved with some local tavern girl, and the haze of booze made his mind imagine some grand scenario.

His lack of a hangover left him with conflicting thoughts on this idea.

He got out of bed and wandered over to his clothes. Putting them on, he took one more glance around the room. There was not even a shred of evidence that what he experienced was real. Layonne resigned himself to that sad realization, cursing his brain that had made him experience such a lovely fantasy, only to strip it away from him.

As he pulled his pants on, he heard a metallic jingle in his pocket. Reaching in, he pulled out a sack, heavy in his hands. Wetting his lips, hoping against hope that it was a remnant from the night, he opened the bag.

Hundreds of gold coins filled the sack nearly to the brim. It was real. He had truly experienced a night with three seductive Sorceresses. They had paid him to be their Mana Supply, he had indeed felt that ecstasy that few men, if any, had ever felt. Layonne felt elated. But this left him with more questions.

Did the Sorceresses really just drain him of Mana and leave? Why did they pay him two hundred gold coins for that? He recalled that the job he applied for was asking for a Mana Supply for a three day trip, for a total sum of four hundred gold coins. Layonne was lucky to get a Sorceress to give him two gold coins for a single fill up. Why would these three pay so much money only to ditch him afterwards?

Layonne put the pouch back in his pocket, hoping that it wouldn't shake as he walked through Thunemon. He was in a nice part of town now, but as he walked home he might have to contend with a few ruffians. The worst of the worst were probably experiencing some hangovers this early in the morning, though. He left the room and latched the door behind him.

Layonne walked down the stairs, a spring in his step. Perhaps it was just from the terrific events of the night giving him a sense of elevated confidence, but he felt incredible. He moved just a little faster than he usually would. The world just seemed a little brighter. Even if he never got to see those Sorceresses again, he thanked his lucky stars to have at least one amazing night of bliss. Maybe he should sign up to be a Mana Supply more often.

As he left the tavern, he was greeted by a sight that gripped his heart. Across the way, he saw the three Sorceresses from the night before. They were gathered at the back of a plain-looking caravan led by a single horse, throwing satchels into the back.

Layonne sweated. They didn't leave. The deal was still on. He would get to travel with them for the next three days...

Hit heart jumped with excitement. Perhaps they would be willing to do some more of the stuff they had tried last night on him again. He approached the caravan.

Zeraphina was the first to spot him. With a raised eyebrow, she pointed towards him, bringing Azrielle and Daliah's attention towards Layonne. The two other Sorceresses turned to face him, and they too opened their eyes wider.

"Layonne," said Azrielle, her fiery red hair looking even more radiant in the sun than it had in the tavern. "We didn't expect to see you up so early."

"I thought I'd be more tired too," Layonne said, "after all the pleasurable stuff we got into last night."

Layonne couldn't believe how bold he was being. The events of last night had seriously inflated his ego. Too much more of this behavior and it would burst.

The three Sorceresses looked to one another. Layonne felt a bit embarrassed being so bold with his tone. Daliah stayed true to her stoic self and simply said "Indeed."

Azrielle tried to lighten the tension. "Well, we are glad you are here now. We were planning on waking you later, after you had some time to rest. But you say that you feel well enough right now?"

Layonne nodded. "I actually feel better than I usually do in the morning, to be honest."

"I see. Wonderful!" Azrielle said. To Layonne, her words seemed to be trying to hide an analytical tone. It was as if she was trying to disguise an examination under a guise of friendliness.

"Perhaps, then, you could help us with these bags. We are preparing for our trip. You do still intend to travel with us, yes?"

What man in his right mind would ever refuse an opportunity like this? Traveling with three women, each more gorgeous than the last, getting paid to produce semen for them at a moment's notice? He couldn't think of a lifestyle more luxurious than that.

Layonne kept it cool. "Yes," he said.

Zeraphina chimed in. "Excellent. Now get in the caravan and start organizing these bags."

Layonne deflated slightly as she pointed to a large pile of sacks in the road. They were labelled as different foodstuffs, corn, dried meats, cheeses, fruits and vegetables, as well as crates of spring-water and at least one box full of wine. These ladies sure know how to travel in style.

Looking back and forth between the caravan, which was small and unseemly, and the pile of supplies, Layonne was forced to ask "If we put all of this onto the caravan, how are we going to fit?"

Azrielle smiled. "I think you'll find there's plenty of room for all of us."

Layonne shrugged. He supposed it couldn't be all sunshine and rainbows on this trip. He was getting paid an exorbitant amount of money, after all. He could deal with cramped quarters for a few days. He walked over to the back of the caravan, prepared to climb aboard and help the Sorceresses organize. He stopped in his tracks once he looked in.

He stared into the back of the caravan and blinked. Before he even allowed himself to fully process what he was seeing, he had to take a step back. He looked at the side of the caravan again, which was a small wooden box of about two horses in length. He confirmed this for himself, then returned to the back of the caravan.

Looking in, he saw that the inside of the caravan was like a luxurious tavern room, far more well decorated than even the nice place he had stayed last night. The floor was covered by carpet, complete with pillows of deep red and sharp violet. Lanterns hung from the ceiling, illuminating the whole interior in a smooth land consistent light. The walls were draped with fabric, matching the décor of the pillows and providing a cozy atmosphere. A fire was already lit in the fireplace, sending smoke up the brick chimney to be deposited outside the caravan.

This final observation seemed to break Layonne's brain a bit. A fireplace? In a caravan? Layonne finally seemed to le the full weight of this optical illusion strike him at once. The room he was looking into was massive, far more massive than the caravan containing it. From end to end, the interior looked like the size of a royal chamber, complete with furniture. Couches, tables, and even beds made their home in this impossible space.

"Uhh, I..." Layonne was at a loss for words.

"Why don't you go on in," Azrielle said, "and Daliah will pass you a bag."

Layonne nodded, never breaking eye contact with the interior. He was worried that by looking away, the illusion might be broken. He stepped onto the caravan and pulled himself in. Immediately, he was struck by a cool, pleasant air, completely different to the warm and stuffy air outside. He turned around, and luckily the three Sorceresses were still there. Daliah held up a bag for Layonne and he grabbed it.

"We store our supplies on the shelves in the back," she said, turning back to grab another sack.

"Shelves..." was all Layonne could say. He turned around and looked towards the shelves, which were about four times farther away than his mind was prepared for. He stepped to them, passing by carpets and candles and books and chairs and tables and incense burners and...

He felt a bit queasy. Best not to think too hard about it. He placed the bag on a shelf, which already contained quite a few supplies. He turned back around and saw Daliah in the doorway, hoisting another sack onto the caravan. She was framed by a window to the outside world, small and distant. Layonne felt dizzy.

After they finished loading the caravan, which took about a half-hour and featured three episode of the spins from Layonne, the three Sorceresses came aboard. Layonne was still reeling at the sight of this impossible space. As if in response to his discomfort, Zeraphina spoke up.

"I conjured this all myself," she said, her tough outer exterior breaking for just a moment, showing a layer of pride underneath. "Took a lot of Mana to get it just right. I was able to add that fireplace to it this morning thanks to your supply."

Layonne said nothing but continued to glance around. At some point this would feel normal. Though that moment felt like it was a million years away.

"Ahh, come on," Zeraphina said, smirking, "If you can't get used to this, you'll never get used to all the other magic we can do."

Layonne nodded and agreed. He went over to the couch at the edge of the room and sat on it. He could feel every inch of fabric on it, and even sank into it as he sat. If this was truly a magical trick, it was a damned convincing one.

Daliah closed up the back of the caravan, giving Layonne the illusion that they were all simply in an inn, a luxurious one of course, but simply a room nonetheless. That illusion was broken, however, as Daliah made her way to the very back of the room, next to the shelves covered in bags of supplies. She opened a door at the back, and there was the horse. That door led to the front of the caravan. Even though she had to walk the entire length of the room to get there.

Layonne closed his eyes, lest he feel sick again.

Azrielle sat next to him on the couch. "We understand that it can be quite difficult to wrap your mind around our magic at first. It was the same for us all when we started studying it. But I promise you that you get used to it."

Azrielle placed her arm on Layonne's shoulder, massaging it gently. Her touch was a lovely respite from the nausea he had felt oncoming, and the smooth tone of her provided its own soothing cadence.

"Thanks," Layonne said, "it is a lot to think about all at once..."

Azrielle smiled deviously. "Well," she said, "why don't I go ahead and help take your mind off of it for a while."

Her hand, previously massaging his shoulder, started to work its way lower. She was touching his chest, yet continued heading south. Layonne suspected he knew where she was going with this, and he was more than happy to oblige.

"We might not be able to do something as extravagant as extraction method six..." she said. "Not with Daliah taking the reins of the caravan. But perhaps you'd be content with just extraction method three."

Without waiting for his response, Azrielle got off the couch and stood in front of Layonne. From this angle, he could see the curves of her body poking out from under her elegant dress. Her hips were wide, resolving to a tighter width as his eyes traveled up her torso. His vision reached her breasts. From what he remembered from last night, Azrielle held the silver medal in size, just under Daliah's bust. But what a silver medal it was, her heaving mounds practically blotted out the light from this angle. He could just barely peek past them to see her rich red hair flowing around her beautiful face.

She bent over, giving Layonne a tantalizing view of cleavage, and placed her hands on his knees. Pushing gently, she spread them apart, forcing Layonne's hardening prick to push against the fabric of his pants. She knelt in front of him, taking a position at just about cock-level. She began to pull his pants down and Layonne gave her no resistance. His cock sprang out of his pants, nearly slapping Azrielle in the face.

His awkward nature broke the silence.

"So... what's extraction method three?" he asked.

"Oral Extraction," Azrielle said, before grabbing his cock in her left hand. "Be sure to pay close attention to how you feel both during the procedure and during ejaculation. I would like to keep careful notes on each of our extraction methods."

She did not hesitate from there. She took Layonne into her mouth and began to suck on him. Layonne leaned his head backwards, reaching contentment with his life choices. What had started as a nervous nauseousness had evolved into a thrilling sexual warmth in his belly and groin.

Azrielle worked his shaft with her mouth, tongue roughly pressing against his underside as she slid her way up and down. Her movements were practiced and mechanical, though she did introduce a twist of her neck every now and again. She had done it originally to adjust her position, but once she heard how Layonne groaned, she made it a regular part of her routine.

Layonne still could not believe his luck. It occurred to him here, at this moment, that not only was a Sorceress going to town on his dick. Apart from that, he was also getting paid for this. Hundreds of gold, at that. Divided over three days of travel, he reckoned he was earning somewhere around five gold an hour. He chuckled once as her tongue passed his frenulum, wondering just how much money he earned while she was doing that particular maneuver.

"Enjoying yourself?" Zeraphina asked from across the caravan room. She was watching the two of them, legs crossed, a sliver of pasty white thigh sticking out from the slit in her dress.

"I am, in fact," Layonne said, moaning once more as Azrielle bobbed down further.

"Don't think I'm trying to get chummy," Zeraphina said, "I am merely asking so I can record it in our research notes."

Azrielle's slurping was filling the air in between Zeraphina's sentences. Layonne moaned again, steadily approaching a climax.

"How many extraction methods do you all have?" he asked, finding it difficult to find the breath to make the questions leave his mouth. "You mentioned that last night was method six... I just wonder how many I can expect to perform."

Zeraphina turned the pages in her notebook. Her lax nature, scholarly and rigid, was a shining contrast to the more explicitly sexual actions Azrielle was currently performing on his dick. The disparity between these two Sorceresses was proving to be of great excitement to Layonne, who reveled in the casual nature of this particular method.

"In all," Zeraphina said, eyes never leaving her notebook, "we have developed twenty eight extraction methods to use on you when we get the chance."

She looked up at Layonne then, her black eyes piercing his soul. The mere mention of that number, twenty eight, ran through his mind. Twenty eight different ways to extract semen from him... and they were planning to test them all out. The thought of it was enough to send him over the edge. As Zeraphina looked him right in the eye, he loosed himself down Azrielle's throat.

He came hard. While he couldn't see just how much semen he was depositing in Azrielle's soft mouth, he could feel each string leaving the tip of his dick. Ounces of it were shooting out of him, and he involuntarily thrust his dick further, hoping to acquire more stimulation. To his surprise, Azrielle seemed fine with it, allowing him to thrust his penis in and out of her mouth while he ejaculated.

Once he finished, Azrielle smoothly pulled her lips from him, cleaning his shaft along the way. She swallowed it greedily, then stood up and made her way to her notebook. She began taking notes without a word to Layonne, no doubt recording the volume of his ejaculation and the way she felt about the semen provided to her.

She finally broke her silence. "How did that feel for you, Layonne? How strong was your pleasure?"

"Uhh..." Layonne started, pulling his dick back into his pants. "It felt pretty good, I suppose."

"How about out of ten?"

"I guess a... seven? I'm sorry, I don't really have a sense of the scale yet, since we've only tried two methods."

"That's fine, Layonne," she said with a smile. Her face was so genuine and sweet that Layonne felt an aura of royalty about her. "I'll put down seven right now, and we can adjust the scale as we get more experiments done."

As she wrote, Layonne felt the whole room jolt. It lasted only a second, and it didn't push him far, but it was noticeable.

"What was that?" he asked, looking around the room. The lanterns on the wall had begun to swing gently back and forth, and there was a light thumping rhythm that Layonne could feel under his feet. He looked towards the other two sorceresses for confirmation that they felt what he felt. Azrielle continued documenting her recent experiment, and Zeraphina was sat on her chair drinking from a mug of tea. "Are we having a quake?" he asked again, which finally drew Zeraphina's attention.