Font of Fertility

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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 MFFF, and some mild groping.

Jeremiah reconnects with Annalise, and works on some magic theory before putting it into practice.

Returning Dramatis Personae

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

- Leandro de la Roca - Spanish Paladín of the Orden de la Espada de Piedra, protector of the Stone Sword, Sworn bodyguard to Jerry

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

- Maya Stoker - Annalise's younger sister

- Annalise Stoker - Concubine/Girlfriend, Fire Mage

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

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

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

Referenced Characters

- Delia - Tuba City, Arizona-based Painter/Stripper, Minor wind mage

- Tala - Schoolmate for Jerry and Lauren, a dancer, the virgin from New Year's

- Moira - Real estate agent from the city

- Beth Winters - Tall, blonde Polish girl from high school with a great ass, Emily's close frenemy

- Angela 'Angie' Dawkins - Girlfriend/Concubine, Lindsey's friend from back in high school

- Miss Morrison, Janet - Jerry's high school English teacher, well endowed brunette, has been in his sex dreams, widowed

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

- Jordan - Concubine/Submissive, Redheaded writer friend

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It had been alongfucking day. The trip out west for the gun shows to equip Leandro was supposed to have taken only an hour, maybe an hour and a half, but by the time we got back to the penthouse, it was well past dinner time. The whole thing in Tuba City sat heavily on my shoulders as the two of us ate a late dinner and told the others what had happened - the only thing I refused to give details on was the ten-ish minutes I'd spent with Delia in her studio as 'payment' for her favour of getting us through the deathtrap maze. Not that the girls, especially Lindsey, didn't try and push for more details but with Maya listening in I felt a duty to Annalise not to corrupt her too badly.

Once Leandro and I had eaten, he headed towards the back hall where his, Maya and Annalise's rooms were, mentioning he had a lot of work to do on cleaning and checking over the new firearms. We'd teleportaled everything in between the trips and it was all lumped in boxes in his room, which would double as an armoury until we came up with a better plan. Part of me wanted to set up the penthouse like the house in Mr and Mrs Smith with hidden compartments all over the place so there was always something within reach of Leandro or any of the girls who wanted to get some self-defence training. The obvious drawback of that was that whenever we had guests over it was a risk they'd stumble across one of the hidden locations - I could only imagine fucking one of Stacey's rowing teammates, knocking a lamp by accident and all of a sudden there's a shotgun in the mix. Or a katana. Or a bazooka.

That left me with the ladies, and I noticed a few looks pass between my girlfriends as I was putting the dishes from mine and Leandro's late dinner in the washing machine. In under a minute, Stacey was convincing Maya to head down to the workout room with her, mentioning something about how Maya had wanted to get into working out, and the two of them split off to get changed into workout clothes. Lindsey came to me in the kitchen, smiling broadly as she took both my hands and kissed me lightly, then shifted to show me that Lauren was leading Annalise towards our bedroom. My Prime and my Fire Mage both looked over their shoulders at me, almost in unison, and I groaned in my chest.

"Come on, Jerry," Lindsey said, squeezing my fingers. "She's been away too long, and you've made her wait even longer."

I gave Linds a look. "We aren'taddictedto sex," I said. "And it's not keeping us alive. We can have some self-control."

"Yes, we can," Lindsey said, rolling her eyes. "But when we don't need to, when we just want to feelconnectedin that special way, it sucks to have to wait. So stop making her feel sucky and let usstartsucking."

I snorted and chuckled, and she grinned again before kissing me lightly and tugging me out of the kitchen by my hands. Lindsey was still the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen - Lauren was a close second, and my 'main girlfriend' and everyone knew it. If none of the rest of my life had turned upside-down with magic, though, I had no idea if these other relationships would have happened. I would have beenmorethan happy with Lauren for the rest of my life. Lindsey was just... almost unnatural in her beauty. And the crazy thing was that she only made the others look more beautiful when they were with her, rather than overshadowing them.

Lauren and Annalise had disappeared into the bedroom already, following Stacey as she went to change, and I tugged on Lindsey's hands to stop her and pulled her to me. She sucked in a breath as I wrapped her up in my arms and kissed her with all the astounded, shocked, awe-filled passion I was feeling. And she kissed me back, letting out her deep breath through her nose and taking another one that had her chest pressing firmly against mine. Then she slid her tongue between my lips as we made out standing up for a long moment.

When we finally pulled apart, our arms still holding each other close, she looked into my eyes with a concerned frown. "I love you, babe, but what was that?" she asked. "Because it felt..."

"I just love you," I said, shaking my head. "And I feel like I don't tell you that nearly enough."

"You tell me every day," she said, her concern breaking into soft relief.

"It'll never be enough," I said. "I wouldn't change any of this for the world, Linds, but I can't help but think about what life would have been like if I hadn't been the Seat, or magic at all. It breaks my fucking heart just thinking that there is a potential timeline where I can't say that to you."

"Oh, Jerry," she whispered, cupping my face with one hand and leaning in to kiss me again, this time softly. When she pulled back her eyes were welling up a little, and I knew mine were as well. That thought hadn't actually been conscious until I'd said it out loud and I realisedwhyI was feeling the way I was. "Here's the thing, OK?" she said. "Any timeline where you don't get to say that to me is one where you're dead or were never born to begin with. Because, magic or not, you and Lauren are made for each other. And Lauren wouldneverlet the two of us not find each other, too."

I squeezed her again, burying my face in the crook of her neck and inhaling the smell of her as I kissed her soft skin. Her reasoning sounded great, even if in an 'all potential timelines' multiversal theory it didn't track and we both knew it.

"You saved me, Jeremiah," Lindsey murmured, holding me just as tightly. "I'm saved. I'm never figuratively letting go of you. But I need you toliterallylet go of me so that we can go share this love with Annalise."

I chuckled, and she bounced in my arms as she chuckled as well, and I slid my arms from around her until I was holding her by her hips. "I miss you every day I'm not next to you," I said. "Figure out where you want to go on your next date, becauseGodI want to start planning it."

"You oweseveraldates before I get another one," she smirked a little. "Angie and I got that night at the movie premiere."

I sighed, nodding. She was right. Then I shrugged and gripped her hips tighter before picking her up and heaving her over my shoulder, making her bark a laugh as she grabbed the back of my pants to try and find her balance. I turned my face towards her outer thigh, which was mostly bare since she was wearing cotton lounging shorts, and blew a raspberry against her skin.

Carrying Lindsey into the bedroom as we continued to laugh, we found it empty but both the washroom ensuite and the walk-in closet were open with the lights on. Stacey came out of the closet already changed into a pair of her workout tights and running shoes, holding an athletic bra and one of my hoodies in one hand. I tossed Lindsey on the bed, where she landed with a happy sigh, and I scooped Stacey up into my arms in a princess carry and kissed her.

"I'm headingout,Jerry," she chuckled. "I'm on distraction detail."

"I noticed," I said. "But I also noticed you flashing the girls around on purpose."

"Maybe I was," she smirked, and that smirk turned into a grin as I bent my neck a little lower so I could kiss her cleavage for a moment before I set her down on her feet.

"I think you should up her tits another cup size," Lindsey said from the bed. "You'd look hot with them a little bigger, Stace."

"God, no," Stacey laughed, covering her chest protectively. "I already feel weird with this much more boobage going on, even if I can admit it works for me. Leave my titties alone."

"Alright," I sighed. "I'll leave your titties alone forever. No more squeezes, or kisses, or-"

"You know what I mean, dork," Stacey rolled her eyes, reaching to grab me by the nose. I ducked it, going under her reach and scooping her up in my arms again as I planted my face between her tits and lifted her off the ground. "Ugh, dirty fucker," she laughed, wrapping her arms around my head and shaking her chest at me.

I set her down again with a grin, and she was smirking as she rolled her eyes. "Have fun," she said, starting to put on her athletic bra.

"You too," I said. "With your new student."

"Yeah, well, we'll see how that goes," Stacey shrugged. "Maya mentioned wanting to work out because she didn't want to feel helpless if something happens again. Working out willhelpwith that, but I might get us all signed up for a self-defence class or something too. I think it would be good for all of us."

"I might be the theoretical genius, but Stace is the practical genius," Lindsey said. "That's a great idea."

"I can come up with something smart every once in a while," Stacey said, then pulled my hoodie on over her head. She wasn'tquiteswimming in it, but it was still big. Once she had it settled over her and smoothed out she looked up at me. "How much do you like this one?"

"Um... am I ever getting it back?" I asked.

She pursed her lips. "Probably not," she admitted. "But I feel bad cutting it up if you don't say I can."

"Wha- Why would you cut it up?" I asked.

"I could turn it into a tank top," She said. "Like with big armholes."

"Ooh, think of the side-boob," Lindsey grinned from the bed.

"I'd wear an athletic bra under it, Linds," Stacey smirked, then turned a teasing look on me. "Most of the time."

"I think I need to get a whole new set of hoodies anyways, wear them for the rest of winter, and then hand them out to you all in the spring," I sighed. "Do what you want with it."

"Thanks, babe," Stace smiled, then gave me a quick kiss and grabbed my ass before turning and heading for the door. "Have fun." She shut it after her, shooting me and Lindsey one last wink on the way.

I turned to Lindsey. "The sideboobwouldbe unreal," I admitted.

"Just think ofallof us in one. Each of your concubines wearing one of your hoodies without the arms, tits out underneath, as we walk around our home and flash you little peeks on purpose or by accident," Lindsey grinned.

"Fuck me," I sighed. "I think that's called 'heaven."

"Fucking you is the plan, babe," Lindsey said. "Go check on Lauren and Annalise."

I poked my head in the en suite and almost immediately got shouted back out by Lauren so fast I wasn't entirely surewhatwas going on in there. Annalise had been standing at the counter and Lauren had been behind her and I wasprettysure she'd been brushing the brunette's hair. I headed back towards Lindsey and the bed, eyes wide as I shrugged. "I, uh, don't think I'm supposed to go in there."

"Oooh, I know what's happening," Lindsey said, scooting to the end of the bed and hopping up. She gave me a little peck on the lips. "Just wait here," she said and then headed into the washroom. Without being yelled at.

I waited, and even though the door was open the most I could hear was some murmuring whispers between the three of them and the occasional laugh from Lauren or Lindsey. When Lauren came sauntering out of the washroom I thought maybe something was happening, but she just came over to me, gave me a quick kiss and a look that said 'Sorry for yelling but I promise there was a reason' and then headed to the closet. She grabbed some clothes and skipped back towards the washroom with her arms full, sticking out her tongue at me goofily.

It took maybe fifteen minutes before the whole thing was finally done, which was enough time for my mind to have started to wander, and to wonder how long a 'distraction workout' would really work on Maya.

Lindsey came out first. She'd changed from the loose clothes she'd had on before into a black bra and panties - not lingerie, but not plain and utilitarian. Honestly, to me, she looked like an underwear model in a catalogue. She could makeanybra and panties look good. These ones covered all the 'juicy bits' but showed off a decent amount of her pale cleavage and sat a little higher on her hips, showing off her legs. Linds was grinning as she padded out on bare feet, stopping about halfway to me from the door.

Lauren had followed her, just a couple steps behind, and she was wearing one of those wireless fabric bras that was almost a sports bra and had a thick elastic strap under her bust with a brand name printed across it. She was wearing the matching blue panties, the waist the same elastic band and the covering just a triangle wedging down between her legs.

Both of them had touched up their makeup a bit, not that Lauren wore much to begin with. Lindsey had been the one to teach her, back when Linds had been 'the babysitter' when Lauren and I had been in middle school - not that Lauren's Mom wasn't capable, but Lindsey had been the 'cool older girl' in her life and for all that Lindsey had been rebellious and in a hard place at the time, she'd taught Lauren well. I'd never seen Lauren, or Lindsey for that matter, overdo it even when they were dressing up. Light touches.

My two blonde girlfriends were smiling at me, Lauren a little lopsided and I knew she was having fun keeping me on my toes.

"Alright, Jerry," Lauren said. "I would like to introduce you to the new, at peace, and at home, Annalise Stoker."

I frowned a little as she started to 'introduce' Annalise to me, but as she spoke I realised what she meant - I'd onlymetAnnalise a few weeks ago, and that entire time the buxom fire mage had been under pressure. Or worse. Everything had been... awful, for her, since well before we met. Now, with her father in hiding and her sister safe with us, without the pressures and expectations or anything else, this was the first time we were going to justbein the same room. And she could be herself.

Annalise came out of the washroom looking nervous. The girls had done her makeup, I realised. That would have been a big part of what they were doing, along with her hair. Annalise's usually hooded eyes that made her almost look a little sleepy had gotten accented with a smokey dark eyeshadow laced with a smattering of gold. Her eyebrows, despite pulling together with some nerves, were delicately raised as she watched my face, hopeful. Her lips, a bright fiery red, were twisted a little as she bit the inside corner with those same nerves. Lauren and Linds had teased her hair into a cascade of long, dark brunette waves instead of her usually straight, asymmetrically parted look.

What might have surprised me the most, though, was that Annalise wasn't wearing underwear or lingerie like the others. Well, she might have been, but I couldn't tell - she was wearing a flannel shirt, the arms rolled up to her elbows and the brown and black check pattern bright against the tight black tube top she was wearing under it. About three inches of her stomach was showing between it and the tight jeans she was wearing, a belt buckle with a welding mask on the face of it breaking up the line.

I sucked in a breath through my nose. Lauren had been right - this was Annalise. This was the woman who I'd only sort of met that first night when she'd shown up in my parents' driveway, shown me her fire magic and flashed me her tits as she asked for a Judgement to save her and her sister.

This was a woman who had spent weeks living out of a suitcase, finally with her own clothes again. A woman who had been trying to fit into what we were providing, instead of being able to just be herself.

And her self might not have been gorgeous like Lindsey, or naturally athletic like Lauren or Stacey, or like any of my other girlfriends, but she was...

I stood up, drawn to her like a moth to flame, and she broke into one of those rare smiles of hers. Ugly and ungainly, more like she was baring her teeth than grinning. And soher.

We kissed, my hands cupping her cheeks as hers pressed flat to my chest, her fingers curling as they grabbed my shirt and held me still. The kiss didn't have any tongue, it wasn't even really lustful or anything, but it was passionate. God, it was downright fiery.

When we broke apart, gasping for breath a little, I pressed my forehead to hers and grinned. "Nice to meet you, Annalise," I said softly.

"Nice to meet you too, Jeremiah," she said back, tilting her chin up a little bit as our noses brushed against each other. She pursed her lips, that slight movement letting her kiss me again with just a hint of contact, we were so close together.

"You look amazing," I murmured.

"Thank you," she whispered back.

I paused for a moment, taking a breath, and let my hands slide from her cheeks to her shoulders, then down her arms to hold her hands still pressed to my chest. "I already love you," I said. "But-"

"Shut up, Jerry," she said, grabbing me by my shirt and pulling me into another kiss.

"Told you he'd start to," Lauren said from somewhere behind me. "You owe me five bucks."

"Yeah, I shouldn't have made the bet in the first place," Lindsey said.

Annalise broke our kiss as suddenly as she'd started it, pulling away and looking at me fully while still holding onto me. "We went through a whole thing about you asking me to join your harem and me saying yes," she said evenly, eyes boring into me. "I saidyes, Jeremiah. I want to be here. I know, if I want out, you'll let me. Don't insult me by double-checking, OK?"

I shook my head, trying not to smirk a little. "I wasn't going to ask that, Annalise," I said, then glanced over my shoulder at Lauren, "Though I can't blame you for guessing I would." I turned back to Annalise. "What I was going to ask was - I already love you, but what do you think about being my girlfriend now that I get to find out more about this new at-peace, at-home version of you?"

Annalise sighed, giving me one of those frown-smiles of hers and rolling her eyes. "I think maybe you should buy me dinner first before I agree to be your girlfriend, shouldn't you?"