Mana Supply Saga

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This story contains exhibitionism, masturbation, handjobs, group-handjobs, breast-sucking, multiple orgasms, and magical orgasms.

This story is the second chapter in my "Mana Supply Saga" series. It is recommended that you start with the prologue, titled "Party in Need of a Mana Supply" if you want to experience the full scope of the adventure. A summary of necessary events is provided below for anyone who wants to jump in with chapter two.

***Layonne's journey as a Mana supply for a group of three Sorceresses is well underway. Azrielle, Daliah, and Zeraphina have hired Layonne as their Mana Supply for a journey through the Marshfen Woods to Dastrodil. As a Mana supply, he must provide the Sorceresses with Mana in the form of semen. The Sorceresses have developed twenty-eight different Mana extraction techniques that they hope to try on their journey, as part of their research on Mana for the magical Hexford Academy. A troubling encounter with a large slime earlier in the day left the party shaken, but the experimentation must continue.***

Please enjoy "Mana Supply Saga Ch. 2"!

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The remainder of that first day's journey was, thankfully, boring.

After the trouble with the Slime-Mother, Layonne was glad that he could have some time to unwind on the caravan. Daliah was still at the helm all the way through to the evening, slowly guiding the caravan through some of the deeper parts of the Marshfen Woods. While Layonne could not see just how deep in they were (he refused to look out the window again for fear of further nausea), he could feel it. The gentle rocking of the caravan often gave way to bumps and light jolts as the carriage passed over rocks or tree branches embedded in the soft ground.

Zeraphina and Azrielle spent their time writing of their findings during the recent fight. Azrielle had displayed an incredible amount of power despite having sampled Layonne's Mana hours before. Zeraphina, as well, despite having only consumed his semen the night prior, was still able to create an (albeit weak) illusion to aid in the encounter. The two discussed the intricacies of their Mana Supply's potency and longevity in academic language that Layonne could only catch glimpses of. Every so often, one or the other would open the door at the front of the caravan which led to the horse to ask Daliah about her experience with the Mana.

Her ability had been quite amazing, indeed. Layonne had fallen backwards after a particularly powerful orgasm, but even so he could see, hear, and even FEEL the beam of light she shot from her fingers as it rocked the ground around them. Layonne remembered feeling quite proud that it was his semen that had given her the strength to defeat the Slime-Mother.

He glanced over at the supply shelf, where the jar containing the core of the Slime-Mother was kept. The blue gemstone sparkled in the light of the hanging lanterns in the caravan. It was beautiful, compelling even. Layonne found himself staring at it more than once during this next stint in the caravan. He allowed its beauty to entrance him, and he passed the time examining it.

After a while, though, he simply needed a nap. The fight had been exhausting. While Layonne did not have much physicality to worry about during the encounter with the Slime-Mother, he had bore such an incredible mental burden. It took a lot of emotional acuity to do what he did in such a stressful situation. Despite how outwardly it may have seemed that all he did was cum in Daliah's mouth, it was in truth a more burdensome act to fulfill. The whole party was lucky that he had been able to perform, or else Azrielle might still be in a bind.

Layonne went to his bed. The caravan had four beds all laid out near each other in the corner, each one quite sizeable. It was still amazing to Layonne that all of this fit into the dinky box that made up the outside of the carriage. He wondered if the magic of the Sorceresses would ever become normal to him.

He got into his bed and laid down on top of the sheets, hoping to just get a quick nap in to refresh himself. The other Sorceresses were busy with research and would hopefully not need Layonne's input any time soon. He closed his eyes and let the gentle rocking of the caravan lull him to sleep.

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When he awoke, the room was still. He sat up in bed and glanced around. The lanterns had all been shut off, and no light streamed in through the window. It was nighttime, though it felt much stiller than that. Layonne was certain that the sounds of the woods were plentiful before he had gone to bed, but now there was not a single note coming from anywhere. The world was quiet. He checked the beds next to him. The Sorceresses were not in them. In fact, they were nowhere to be seen.

He glanced around the darkness of the room. There was not a peep of sound from anywhere except his own rustling on the bedsheets, which was so loud by comparison that it was almost startling. He stood, and found that even the floor didn't creak or bend at all.

Something was not right here. Layonne felt a chill crawl up his spine.

He walked around the room. He went to the fireplace, which was completely dead. There was not even a spark of flame remaining, or any heat emanating from the wood. He stiffened sharply when he heard a faint giggle from behind.

He turned around swiftly, eyes adjusting to the darkness, as he looked for the source of the noise. Nobody was there. Were the Sorceresses playing a trick on him? The hairs on his arm and neck stood on end. He heard the giggle again.

He turned his head towards the source of the sound, which sounded like it came from the back of the caravan. He breathed deep, steeling his nerves, and he approached. As he got closer to the back wall, he finally saw a faint glow of light begin to emanate from the shelves. It was weak at first, but as he got closer the glow grew. It started as a faint blue, but as he got closer it changed to a dazzling white light which Layonne had trouble looking at. shielding his eyes, he continued his approach. The giggling had turned to full laughter.

He was as close as he could get now without causing permanent damage to his sight. He still could not look directly at it, but he did hear that the giggling had stopped. From the light, a woman's voice spoke to him.

"Feed."

Layonne was taken aback. Where did this voice come from, and whose was it? It was an unfamiliar tone.

"Must feed," it said again.

"What?" Layonne asked.

"I must feed," It said. Then the voice grew louder, no longer just speaking but echoing its words within Layonne's skull. He felt a fear wash over him, sending goosebumps up his arms.

"They will feed," the voice rang out once again. The volume was growing louder, pressing against his eardrums even though the noise was merely a phantom. He put his hands to his ears, trying to shut them, but the voice resonated through his mind regardless.

"If they feed, all will end."

Layonne became suddenly aware of a bright light behind him, a deep red displaying itself along the walls of the caravan, in sharp contrast to the bright white glow in front of him. He turned around to see the cause.

He was looking towards the back doors of the caravan, opened as they were on the first moment of his journey. It was a small window to the outside world, but what lay beyond was horrifying.

Layonne saw a landscape, shattered and broken. The plants were brown and decrepit, painting the landscape with death. Fires raged in the distance, too numerous to count. Smoke rose from the pyres, sending the smell of burning flesh into the air. From the distance came screams. The screams of men fighting for their lives, of inevitable doom. The world was rotten, and Layonne felt small. In the distance, Layonne saw a shadowy figure flying up into the sky. The figure was womanly, seductive and voluptuous, but with demonic wings stretched out from her back, creating a wingspan that covered the entire queendom of Freyusia.

Despite the distance between him and the figure, Layonne knew that they had made eye contact with each other. She had seen him, and he froze in fear. The demonic visage began flying towards him at a speed incomprehensible to human understanding. It got closer, and its wings grew in size as it approached.

The voice returned, coming from the white light behind him.

"If they feed, all is lost. But I can help." The loudness of the voice had waned, turning its tone from one of warning to one of comfort.

"Feed me, and I will guide you. Feed them, and desolation awaits."

The shadowy figure in the doorway was upon him now. It's features grew until they encompassed the entire doorway. A large set of sharp teeth, smiling in delight. A tongue, thin and long, whipping around the mouth. A set of horns, curved and sharp. And a pair of deep violet eyes...

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"Wakey wakey," Azrielle said.

Layonne shot up, startling the Sorceress. His breathing was quick and shallow. Where was he?

He looked around. He was in the caravan. All was well. It was just a dream.

"Sorry to startle you," Azrielle said, placing a delicate hand on Layonne's thigh. "It's evening. Daliah made dinner. We thought you'd want to join us."

Layonne blinked, finally grounding himself. "That sounds lovely..." he said, still unsure if the dream had truly ended.

The smell of spiced meat took his mind to a more pleasant place. He followed Azrielle as she led him to the dining table, where Zeraphina was sat reading through her notebook. The notebook itself was about halfway filled, far more than had been done when Layonne took a nap. Although, had it really just been a nap? He must have been out for hours. Sunset had begun to creep through the window, an orange hue tinting everything in it's path.

Daliah was plating their meals at the oven in the corner. The fire inside was burning steadily on the wood, and she was pulling out pots and pans of food.

Layonne took a seat at the table, across from Zeraphina, with Azrielle taking her seat to his right. Daliah brought the food over two plates at a time. She placed a steaming pile of chicken, rice, and vegetables in front of Layonne. He began salivating.

"Daliah, this smells incredible!" he said, nearly forgetting about all of his recent troubles. "Where did you learn to cook like this?"

As she brought over the last two plates, she answered "I learned to cook on my parent's farm." She placed the food in front of Zeraphina and herself, then finally took a seat with them at the table.

"You lived on a farm?" Layonne asked, digging in as soon as Daliah had begun to eat. The food was savory and cooked to perfection.

"Yes, before I went to Hexford. I had spent many years learning how to raise animals and farm. And once my mother passed when I was just thirteen, I had taken over the job of cooking for my family. I did it out of necessity at first, but eventually I grew to really like it."

"It's delicious, Daliah. Thank you so much," Layonne said, taking in another mouthful. "I never expected a Sorceress to have such a humble upbringing."

"Everyone has to start somewhere, right?" she asked, and smiled warmly. Layonne understood now where she got her matronly nature. "That's the case with all women before they train to become Sorceresses. Everyone has a different story, and a different timeline. But the basics of it are always the same: you live one life, and then you enter into a completely new one."

Azrielle nodded elegantly. Zeraphina sat so still it had to be assumed she was trying not to react.

"And we are so thankful for her upbringing. Especially around dinnertime," Azrielle said, making Daliah blush. "I believe the farm is also where you learned to coach a horse, right?"

Daliah nodded. "My father often let me take the buggy into town to trade. I was an expert in the saddle before most girls knew how to lace their dresses."

"Wow," Layonne said, taking in another mouthful of the delicious chicken. He wanted to ask more, but simply found himself placing spoonful after spoonful into his mouth. Luckily, Azrielle gave him the time he needed by addressing the table.

"We should probably talk about our upcoming plans," she said. Zeraphina and Daliah both nodded. "We had quite the scary run-in yesterday, one that we weren't quite prepared for. We don't want to be caught off-guard like that again, so Zeraphina and I have made some revisions to our research schedule as we travel to Dastrodil."

Layonne listened intently as he ate. This was his job, after all. He had to be aware of everything that was expected of him moving forward.

"As you are aware, Layonne, we have devised twenty-eight different Mana extraction methods to use on human men."

Layonne coughed a bit on his food. It was still shocking to hear how many methods there were, considering he had only really seen two of them. And those were already quite pleasant, to boot.

"What we have decided," Azrielle continued, "is that we need to have some amount of Mana stored up for emergency use. Just a dozen vials or so to keep on hand. The Mana will not be used for research, as it won't be properly potent. But we can at least use it to get out of any binds we may find ourselves in.

"With that in mind, we have decided on a few methods which suit themselves more towards getting your Mana into those vials. We can still measure the volume of the extraction in the vials, but the potency will have to be determined in full at a later date. Does that sound amenable to you, Layonne?"

Layonne finished his meal and place his spoon down. He nodded. "Anything you need is fine with me. It's part of my duties to go along with whatever you all need." So he would have to spray some semen into some vials. Still beats hard labor.

"Great," Azrielle said, smiling. She turned to Zeraphina. "Which extraction methods have we determined to be of use to us in filling the vials?"

Zeraphina flipped a few pages further back in her notebook. "Methods one, two, three, and seven are almost certain to work. Methods nine, eighteen, and nineteen would probably work as well. Method twelve and all of its variants could work, but they are rather untested so we aren't sure. There are some others that might work, but there are also quite a few that simply won't do at all."

Layonne got more lightheaded as the list went on. It was one thing to know that there were nearly thirty methods for extracting his semen that they were going to use on him, but it was another thing entirely to have them listed out as if each one was carefully considered for its proper purpose.

"Okay," he said, "Do I get to know about all of them?"

"You'll learn about them in time," Azrielle said. "We don't necessarily want to reveal each one to you, since these are proprietary secrets owned by Hexford Academy. There's a chance that we won't even use some of these as we learn more about efficient Mana extraction, and we don't want to be giving away too much."

Layonne nodded. It was not his place to be asking them to reveal each one, though the thoughts that were racing through his mind were tantalizing.

"So," Zeraphina said, rising from the table. Daliah had already begun grabbing the dishes to bring to the basin of water. "It's probably best if we just start with method one."

Layonne looked to the black-haired Sorceress, then to her red-haired friend. "Oh, you mean right now?" he asked, both nervous to begin so suddenly and yet so excited at the same time.

Azrielle nodded. "We have a long night ahead of us, we might as well get started right away. Our little excursion earlier with the Slime-Mother already put us behind schedule."

She pointed towards the couch, motioning for Layonne to sit down. He approached the couch with a skip in his step. It had been a while since he had his Mana extracted, and he wasn't ashamed to admit that he was looking forward to it. Especially in a comparably low stress situation like this.

Zeraphina followed, while Azrielle went to grab a vial from the shelf. The vials were right next to the other glassware, which included the Slime-Mother core they had gathered that afternoon.

"You should take those off," Zeraphina said, pointing to Layonne's pants. He obliged, not quite as nervous to be exposing himself to the Sorceresses. At this point, he was certain that all the awkwardness was behind them. He pulled down his trousers, sending his stiff cock springing out, wetly slapping against the fabric of his shirt before taking its position at attention. He sat on the couch, awaiting the Sorceresses' next move.

Azrielle returned with the vial, and she also grabbed two chairs from the dining table. She placed them both facing opposite the couch Layonne was sitting on. Zeraphina took her spot in one, Azrielle the other. She reached over and handed Layonne the vial, providing him a deep view down her dress as she did.

Layonne grabbed the vial, confused. "What exactly is extraction method one?" he finally asked, wondering what the Sorceresses were about to do to him. What act could possibly be number one on a list of sexual acts, something so fundamental that it was thought of first?

Zeraphina grabbed a notebook and pen, then settled in to her chair, looking right at Layonne. "Method one is self extraction."

Ahh. Layonne looked at the vial in his hand. He deflated just a little bit. This was just like how it was with other Sorceresses. He would make himself cum, put it in a vial, hand it off and they would be on their way. It always felt so impersonal, like a task to check off of a list, and they would almost never give him the time of day.

"Really?" he asked.

Azrielle nodded. "I know it's not as glamorous as some of the other extraction methods we've done so far," she licked her lips slightly, "but we do need to try everything. Just think of it as a control to our experiment, a baseline. We will compare this extraction method to all the others. I promise you won't be doing this method often."

Layonne nodded. Well, this was the job he signed up for in the first place. Those other extraction methods were just a bonus. As Layonne began to gently stroke his own cock, he noticed immediately that this Mana extraction was far different from some other sessions with those less-interested Sorceresses.

Azrielle and Zeraphina were staring intently at him as he stroked himself. Zeraphina's eyes would occasionally flick to her notebook to write down something she saw, but Azrielle's eyes were firmly planted on his cock and hand. Layonne had previously assumed the awkwardness was gone between them. Layonne was wrong. He felt watched, their gazes actually put new physical sensations onto his dick as he stroked. Nevertheless, he carried on.

"Look at the pressure he applies with his fist," Azrielle said. Zeraphina looked up once, then returned to the notebook.

Layonne didn't know how to react. He tried his best to just keep doing what he was doing, but couldn't help but feel a little performative with his masturbation. The act of simply being watched was making him do it differently, he knew that.

But still, the Sorceresses gave him his space to touch himself. Layonne stroked up and down, trying to work himself into that final stage of arousal that would send him into the bliss of ejaculation, but he was finding it difficult.

"If you had some... lubrication, I might be able to produce more," he said.

Azrielle turned to Daliah, still wetting the dishes at the basin of water. "Daliah, could you bring some oil for Layonne?"

Daliah left her duty for the moment and went to the shelf. She grabbed some clear oil in a jar and brought it over to him. Layonne was still stroking himself, his dry hand gripping his skin and shifting it up and down. Daliah stood over him with the jar, but off to the side to still allow Azrielle and Zeraphina to examine him. "Thank you," he said.