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This story contains group blowjobs, oral cumshots, multiple orgasms, penetrative sex, creampies, and light sub-dom play.
This story is the third 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 three.
***Layonne has agreed to travel with three magic users to the city of Dastrodil. He has been hired to assist them with their magical research by providing them with Mana in the form of semen. The Sorceresses have come up with a multitude of experiments designed to explore how much semen they can generate from him, as well as how potent his Mana can be. Previously, in a dazed dream-like state, Layonne ejaculated onto the remains of a Slime-Mother, called a core, which glowed and absorbed his semen. This story begins the morning after.*
Please enjoy "Mana Supply Saga Ch. 3!"
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Layonne could not stop throwing his eyes over towards the Slime-Mother core while he and the Sorceresses were eating breakfast.
It was early in the morning, and Daliah had cooked up a lovely meal of eggs and toasted bread. They all sat at the table, enjoying each others' company. All of them were sociable and joyful except for Layonne. He felt a bit weird and guilty about what he had done last night. He wasn't even sure it was really him that came on the core, as he had felt compelled to do it like a moth drawn to a flame. Could he really be blamed for something he had little to no control over?
As he forced down a forkful of egg, he knew that the question was silly. It didn't matter that he hadn't meant to do it. Who in the world would even believe him if he tried to push that narrative? Not the Sorceresses, that's for sure. Especially not Zeraphina. Her attitude scared Layonne sometimes. Not that he ever thought she would really hurt him or anything, but her demeanor was often... intense.
"Layonne," Azrielle said, causing Layonne to straighten up in his chair.
"Yes?" he asked, far too quickly.
"We need to talk about yesterday..." she said, looking over at the two other women at the table for confirmation.
"Oh, okay..." Layonne said. This was it. He was out of the party. He pushed the limits of his role as a Mana Supply, and now they were going to kick him out of the caravan, right here in the middle of the woods.
It was Daliah who spoke next. "We just want to ensure that you don't pass out again from too much Mana extraction at once."
Layonne relaxed softly into his chair. They hadn't noticed the Slime-Mother core yet. He breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh right, that... Of course, wouldn't want that now would we?" He was nervous, and he worried that those nerves would come out in his voice. He tried his best to calm himself.
"Yeah, you passing out after a few milkings is ruining our research," Zeraphina said bluntly.
"Oh, no," Azrielle said. "It's not ruining our research, it's all a part of our research. If we learn that Mana can only be extracted every so often, then that's an important piece of information to have."
She turned to Layonne and placed a hand on his arm. Her gentle touch and the soft gaze in her red eyes melted Layonne's heart. Luckily he didn't need to respond, or else he was sure he would spout nonsense like a babbling baby.
"We are sorry if we pushed you past your limits yesterday. It is an unintended side effect of the experiments we have set up. We all want to express to you that, while our research process is of paramount importance, we do not wish to put it above your own well-being. We will do everything in our power to make sure you remain comfortable for the duration of your time in our party."
Layonne nodded. She was so soft and gentle, so warm and embracing. He couldn't help but feel comfortable around her. She had this inexplicable way of making him feel safe and guarded. Perhaps it was just a tactic she used to make Layonne push himself further than he would normally for the sake of experimentation, but if it was he didn't care.
"I appreciate you looking out for me in that way," Layonne said. "Although I must admit, I would hate to put you behind schedule on your research."
Daliah, too, placed her hand against his left arm, pinning Layonne between the two beauties. "That's very kind of you to say."
Layonne looked longingly at her, then returned to Azrielle. "If I may be so blunt... the work you three Sorceresses do is... well, it's exceedingly pleasant." He blushed at being so forward. Of course he didn't want them to milk his cock any less. What man would?
Azrielle smiled, then said "Well I'm sure we can explore the limits of what you are capable of producing, if you don't mind pushing yourself a bit. But promise you'll tell us if you need any rejuvenation magic from Daliah."
Daliah gripped his arm tighter. "I'm willing to do it any time. Especially if it means I get to taste some more of your delicious Mana."
Layonne's eyebrows perked up. "You find my Mana delicious? Most normal women... well, at best, I'd say they tolerate the taste."
Zeraphina nodded. "It's not entirely unpleasant..." she said, smirking.
Daliah agreed. "It is possible that it's a purely mental manifestation, owing to the fact that it provides us with so much power. But yes, Layonne, we do actually enjoy the taste. We have discussed as much amongst ourselves."
Azrielle nodded. "It has a sweet taste to it, almost like honey. Our research indicated that human women all describe the taste as salty, but to us Sorceresses it often tastes like candy. So you could say that extracting your Mana is a bit of a treat for us, as well."
Now Layonne was really blushing. The idea that his semen could be considered a treat, a delicacy, that these women would relish having as a meal... It was too much to handle. He felt himself getting horny under the table.
"Well..." he said, and cleared his throat. "I wouldn't be opposed to offering you all a post-breakfast snack."
Zeraphina chimed in. "Someone's getting bold. I fear we may have pampered our little toy a bit too much. He thinks he can tell us when to begin extracting from him..."
Daliah rolled her eyes. "Oh please, as if you don't also want a taste. I remember what you said last night, you thought his Mana tasted of-"
"Not. Another. Word." Zeraphina said with finality.
"Well, girls," Azrielle said, standing up from the table. "I think we are all in agreement on what to do next. We should probably fill up with Mana for the day before getting our experiments started. And I think right now might be the perfect time to try out method eight..."
"Oooh," Daliah said, also standing. "I've been looking forward to trying that one out. It actually seems kind of fun."
Zeraphina joined her two spellbinding sisters. "Fine. But only because I haven't had a direct shot of Mana since before we left for Dastrodil."
Layonne stood up with them, only to catch his fully hardened cock against the table. Once he reached full standing position, it sprung out from under the lip, shaking and creating a tent in his pants.
He caught Zeraphina staring. Azrielle said "We ask that you remain standing for this method to work best, Layonne. Why don't you take a position over here."
She pointed to an open spot on the carpet near the couch, where pillows were strewn on the floor. Layonne walked over, adjusting himself with his hand to remove some of the pressure in his pants. Realizing that he was about to get his Mana extracted anyway, he decided to just take them off entirely. He stripped naked, and the three Sorceresses approached him.
The read-haired Sorceress took a long look at his cock, standing straight at attention, and turned to the other two. "We might be able to try a few other extraction methods while performing method eight."
Zeraphina broke eye contact with Layonne's shaft to address her. "That wouldn't be very scientific. now would it?"
"Perhaps not. But surely we can all agree that assessing Layonne's relative pleasure levels during extraction would be a worthwhile endeavor, seeing as how we have found a nearly direct link between his pleasure and his production levels." She turned to Layonne. "Wouldn't you concur?"