by D. R. Rosier
He paused for a second, then said, “In short, we can do a whole lot better together than we can apart, and we can lower the death rate significantly in half the population west of the Rockies. We can’t do it without you, and I for one would love to do more than just protect them from evil outsiders.”
She closed her eyes, “So every time I cleaned their water supply, I was letting someone die of cancer or of serious trauma in one of your communities.”
He winced, “I wouldn’t have said it that way, but it’s essentially true. They can clean their water, but normal people can’t heal leukemia in a child. I don’t want to guilt you into complying with me either. Search your heart, pray to your goddess, and then decide how you can do the most good with what you’ve been blessed with. You have all day, or longer if you need it. I’m not an impatient man.”
Mara shook her head, “I was so certain I’d turn you down, and go home. My goddess said great good would come of it, if I stayed in that house and waited. I’m starting to wonder if she meant this, and not merely the fact those women would be saved. I will consider it, and not because of your luxuries.”
He nodded, “Didn’t think you would, but it’s not a small thing. It lets you worry about what you can do, without wasting time on where your next meal comes from, or where your head will lie at night. I used to feel weird about having servants myself. It wasn’t me at all, but I grew to understand that it allows those of us with a unique strength to focus on what most others can’t do, improving the lives of many. It also gives those servants a purpose and a way to earn their way in life. We have a room for you on the second floor, why not let Kim and Lin give you a tour, and you can commune with Vadea in privacy.”
Mara replied, “That would be good, thank you for the hospitality. You’re different than I’d imagined.”
He raised an eyebrow, “In what way?”
Mara replied, “I was expecting a harder sell. You’re satisfied to let the facts convince me to argue myself into it.”
He chuckled.
Cassie smiled, “He can be forceful when he needs to be, but we want you to be our ally and our friend. To do good together. If you decide your path lies in a different direction, we’ll wish you luck and help you on your way.”
Mara nodded thoughtfully, then stood up and followed Lin and Kim out of the kitchen. Lin’s voice was already talking animatedly as she started the tour.
He said, “Could’ve been worse, I like her.”
Cassie said, “Me too. Basement experiment?”
He snorted, “Will it blow up the house?”
Cassie whapped his arm, “Of course not. At least… I don’t think so.”
He laughed, “Lead the way, mighty sorceress.”
She smirked, and she grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the cellar door.
He wondered what she’d done this time…
“This doesn’t look much different than last time,” he noted in a teasingly doubtful voice.
Cassie smirked, “Do you remember how that was set up?”
He nodded, “The idea was to have a central enchantment for all the things you do. Heat the water, heat the stove, cool the rooms if necessary, things like that.”
The device was a huge stone plinth, with a number of medallions embedded around the top edge of it. With one very large diamond and medallion on the top of it.
“You said the last one had a power distribution problem?”
She nodded, “It worked like the medallion for all my enchantments. With a jump start of a little magic, it absorbs the rest of the magic needed for a spell and casts it, using little of my own resources. In this case, the plan was to take in as much magic as the large medallion could hold, then it would power multiple spells. I estimate it would last for weeks. It failed because it only powered the first spell.
“So this time I added a power splitting enchantment, between the main charging and the spells, so the magic will split before it even touches any of the spells. Even more than that, each of the spells has a smaller charge plate of its own.”
He frowned, “What will that do, exactly?”
She grinned, “Nervous?”
He shook his head, and replied nervously, “Of course not, dear.”
She giggled, “Liar, but I love you anyway. So, it double charges. Think of it this way, if I charge the main plate, it would have enough magic in it to run the spells for a day or two, then I’d have to jump start it again, so it recharges. With secondary charging plates, the main plate only has to use about a tenth of its magic to support a spell, because the secondary plates will take that small amount of magic to activate and collect the rest of the magic for its specific spell.”
I frowned, “So once started, the large plate is like you, and the little plates are like one of your enchanted devices.”
She nodded, “Exactly, so that means instead of one to two days, it’ll last for ten to twenty days before I have to charge the main plate again with a tiny jumpstart of magic.”
I said, “That’s incredible, so what does it do exactly?”
She grinned, “Let’s find out.”
He bit his tongue to stop the objection, as she reached out and touched the plate. He felt a small bit her of her magic race out of her and activate the inscribed spell.
He may have nervously taken a step back, when a huge vortex of magic started to suck in the ambient magic out of the air, the eddy’s and currents of magic around the world refilling it almost immediately. Nature magic wasn’t something he could normally feel at all, he could feel and manipulate the force of life, but it was so intense and concentrated he could sense it. If that wasn’t enough, eight more smaller vortexes activated as soon as it was done, and they filled the eight spell medallions.
The room cooled about fifteen degrees almost immediately, somewhere around seventy.
“Well, that was good, so a cooling spell?”
She nodded, “We have air conditioning now, the magical kind. The rest are for the oven, the light enchantments, heating the water, the walk-in fridge and freezer, house wards and shields, maintaining the garden, and air circulation. All the stuff I’ve been doing manually on a daily basis, when I can afford to.”
“That’s fantastic.”
It’d taken her almost four months to get it ready, but he couldn’t say it wasn’t worth it. She’d be able to conserve a lot more magic, and she’d always been good at that from the start.
She bit her lip, “I seem to remember a promise you made earlier this morning before dawn, about when we had more time?”
Before he could even register that and realize what she meant, Cassie kissed him passionately, then slid down his body and dropped to her knees. The look of devoted lust and naughty love in her eyes and on her face as she looked up into his, rocked his world. It always did.
She had him fished out expertly in moments, and slowly and teasingly stroked him to full hardness, while nuzzling the tip naughtily with her cheeks, maintaining her loving eye contact. She smiled sweetly and kissed the tip, when he gathered up her gorgeous blonde hair in his fist to keep it out of the way.
The feel of her soft cheek and teasing lips stroking softly against his sensitive skin felt amazing, but it paled in comparison to when she wantonly slipped her lips over his head and swirled her tongue around him within the heat of her mouth.
She hummed in absolute contentment, as she teasingly suckled the tip and opened up his pants a bit more to cup his balls. She took him in slowly, sliding her lips and tongue along his cock, and moaned in delight as he groaned in pleasure and twitched powerfully in her mouth. The pleasure was indescribably amazing, from her tight silken lips and incredibly agile, hot, and wet tongue, but it was the look in her eyes that truly blew his mind and made Cassie the best cocksucker he’d ever had.
He couldn’t doubt she wanted to be there. She looked like she was in rapturous bliss, and like there was nowhere she’d rather be than on her knees and giving him the pleasure of her mout
h, tongue, and throat. He groaned, as her hot tight throat vibrated against his tip, then she backed off and swirled the tip again, before dropping even slower the second time. When he hit the back of her throat, she swallowed hard and kept going, taking him inside her soft, wet, and tight throat. Her tongue traced the veins on his cock as she massaged his balls.
Her eyes never broke eye contact with him, full of worshipful adoration, as her nose pressed into his abdomen and he was balls deep in her mouth and throat. Then she started to hum and swallow repeatedly, while rapidly moving her head back and forth just a centimeter or two. Her vibrating and massaging throat was incredible alone, but when she added in the tight friction and milking action of her throat on his tip and partial shaft in her throat, he more than raced toward completion. He was catapulted toward it.
“Cassie,” he both warned and exhorted, she had him right on the edge.
Cassie’s head pulled back, and she made a popping sound as her tight lips left his cock. She smirked in a teasing way, as she backed away and stood up, and no doubt saw the need and desperate desire for release in his eyes. That seemed to turn her on even more, as she playfully turned, and then bent over the plinth sticking her ass up in the air higher. She’d turned her head and looked over her shoulder, to avoid breaking eye contact, as she gave him a come fuck me look for the ages.
He groaned, and he spanked her ass hard, before he flipped up the loose skirt of the red sundress over her ass and around her thin waist.
“You’re a naughty sorceress,” he accused, rather lustfully, as he saw she wasn’t wearing any panties at all.
She agreed breathily in a desperately sultry voice, “Your naughty sorceress, my love. I’m for your pleasure, always.”
Holy hell, she was going to kill him one of these days.
She’d done this to him many times before, sucked him off with devotion until he was on the edge of control, then bent over something for him. It worked every fucking time, because he knew she was just trying to induce him to lose control and rut into her, and it never failed. She was naughty, but she was also his sex goddess.
He lined himself up, and then rubbed his tip along her silky folds making them both moan at the sparks of pleasure that engendered in them. He spanked her again when he felt just how wet she was for him, always wet for him when she was like this.
He speared into her hard and fast, and he didn’t wait for her to settle. He knew she didn’t want him to wait, she wanted him to take his pleasure in her wildly, and without a care for hers. He knew she wanted to be used by him to get off, used as a vessel of his pleasure, and she’d pushed him to that edge to ensure he did just that.
He just went straight to hardcore fucking as he stroked into her body hard and fast, the full length of his not inconsiderable cock. If he had any doubts about that action, which he didn’t, they would’ve been immediately erased as she started to toss her body back into him, meeting his every hard thrust with the full weight of her sexy and supple body bucking back into him.
Her tight heated passage was pure heaven as it started to flutter around him almost immediately, and her gasps of pleasure as she went over into ecstasy blew his mind. She might’ve taken him close to the edge, but her sucking him off had gotten her even closer. That simple wild and wanton undeniable fact drove him crazy, and he totally lost it then, and just slammed into her sumptuously curvy body over and over again.
She came around him wildly and lost control of herself, so he gripped her thin waist firmly in his hands. His fingers pressed deeply into her supple skin, as he ravished her heedlessly from behind.
The liquid friction down his cock, and the way her snug passage jerked the skin along his whole length convulsively with every outstroke had him racing headlong to completion.
He growled and spanked her hard, which made her gasp in pain and tighten around him, only to sigh in dirty pleasure as the sting mixed with the pleasure that his punishing cock was having on her body.
He grunted deeply in warning, and she said breathily in devotion, “Yes, take your pleasure in me, always in me. Fuck my naughty little pussy hard, just like it needs it.”
His legs locked as they numbed, and he slammed in two more times before burying himself hard as his balls boiled. The pleasure broke over him like a wave, washing him away into blissful ecstasy as he pulsed his profound satiation deep into her sex.
The first pulse rolled her directly into a second orgasm, and her body greedily milked out his seed as he filled her with blissful bursts of ecstasy, even as she flushed him with her liquid completion.
He was breathing hard and his heart was pounding, as they came down together.
Cassie giggled sultrily, equally as breathy and satiated in that moment.
“I love you, Cass.”
Cassie bit her lip, and she turned her head sharply to accept his kiss as he bent over her. It was soft and sweet, and rather lingering.
A feminine throat cleared behind them. When he turned Lin had a slightly teasing smile on her face, and wistful look in her eyes.
Cassie smirked at him, when his cock twitch hard at realizing he’d had an audience, and who that audience was.
Well, of course he was tempted. It wouldn’t be temptation if he hadn’t had to stand fast against the idea.
“What’s up, Lin?”
Lin replied teasingly, “Besides you, master?”
He sighed, “Yes.”
He’d tried to get them to stop calling him master and to use his name instead. They seemed to take delight in not obeying that request, and although he could order it, he never would. That would seem wrong, even worse than what they called him implied.
She grinned, “Mara’s back in the kitchen. She has made a decision. Also, very cool spells, literally. This place is a damned sauna in the summertime.”
He nodded in agreement as he slowly pulled out. He didn’t bother with the mess, he just put it away and closed his pants up. As he’d suspected she would, Cassie cleaned them both up with a quick spell. Using magic to clean up and straighten their hair and clothes might’ve been a little vain, but it took almost no magic at all to do something so simple, so it was worth it.
Otherwise he’d be taking three showers a day some days, and two on most.
“Let’s go see what she’s decided.”
Lin bit her lip, then nodded absently as she headed for the stairs.
Cassie said softly when she was out of earshot, “They love you, you know. It’s not just about lust or getting their hands on your wonderful cock. Not anymore. Maybe the original shallow attraction was prompted by your wishful subconscious, but what they feel for you now is all them, and so much deeper than that.”
He did know. That’s what scared him. He was half in love with them as well, and he wasn’t good at casual sex. Every time he considered giving in to the temptations of their lovely bodies and loving loyalty he remembered Cynthia’s glassy eyes, and he remembered how poorly he had treated his Cassie in his insane grief. Even if she hadn’t minded, had even encouraged him to use her roughly and with rage in his heart, he did mind. He didn’t think he could go through that again.
He’d mourned for Cynthia. It was mostly in the past after five years, but some effects lingered. He had truly loved her, undead creature or not, she’d been a vivaciously wild, alive, and a wonderful companion.
Cassie was right about what she said, their love and admiration for him wasn’t some made up thing he’d unintentionally forced on them. It wasn’t morals holding him back at all, it was simply fear of loss.
As for Lin’s arrival, that wasn’t abnormal. They could communicate with him mentally, but whenever they were in the same area, they always came to him to report in person. It’d just been interesting timing that had resulted in her voyeurism.
Regardless, he didn’t address her comment. It was a conversation he didn’t want to revisit in that moment, and it was a good idea to focus on Mara right in that moment anyway. They headed up the stairs,
just a few seconds after Lin disappeared into the kitchen.
He hoped the young priestess had decided to join them. It’d be nice to use his powers, and his zombies, for more than just taking out the trash. Their power would aid her as well, but she might see it differently.
He took a deep breath. They were about to find out.
Chapter Three – Interlude
Lori stared at the map and chewed her lower lip in thought.
Her revenge had been swift, and not really even a fight. Brent had led the group so long with his threat of sorcery, and no one else had ever had magic. Her goddess’s spell of shadow domination had stolen his will completely and made him her puppet. He might’ve been able to block, or resist, but clearly he hadn’t seen it coming and as a result didn’t fight at all.
She’d mostly just watched as he tortured the other men to death in the commune with his magic. At her command.
That hadn’t made her feel much better, so then she’d had him torture the three worst amongst the women. The ones that had betrayed her and the others over the years to the men for beatings and rape, just for the evil men’s favor. The other women with them seemed shocked, but Nancy and Betty had backed her up on it strongly. The bitches had deserved it, for all the pain and betrayal they caused the last five years. They’d gotten people killed too.
Brent had been very cooperative after all that, mostly because he didn’t have a choice. Her spell wouldn’t last forever, but a geas spell would. It wasn’t hard to get his agreement to give an oath to serve her without question and never try to betray her or destroy her in any way. A man would do almost anything when a knife was held at the base of his cock, after all.
