errands.
Avilla retrieved a bowl of batter and started pouring hotcakes.
“Oh, a lot of different things. Most of it isn’t all that impressive, but it’s
useful to have. Anything to do with keeping a home is part of my domain, so
things like cleaning and organizing are easy for me. I sew almost as well as I
cook, and once I properly claim a house again I can hold dominion over the
little elemental spirits that live there. I’m good at keeping my own garden, for
herbs and such, but that doesn’t work outside my own land.”
“Hmm. What’s involved in claiming a home? Is that something you can
set up and take down as we travel?”
She winced. “That sounds unpleasant. I have to put a lot of myself into
a place to claim it, blood and magic both. I could probably do something like
that if I had to, but I think I’d hurt myself. My magic would be damaged, at
least. I’d much rather wait and do it right.”
“Fair enough. What does that entail?”
“Well, that gets back to what I was telling you the other night about
needing a partner. I can get by with a series of rituals to work myself into a
building, but that takes days to build even a weak claim and it’s always a bit
fragile. Hearth magic is wifely magic, you know, so it works best if I have a
man involved. Your magic for strength and protection, mine for nurturing and
healing, mingling our power to lay a claim with sex and surrender…”
She set the hotcakes down in front of me with a naughty grin, bending
low enough to give me a good view down her dress in the process.
“If we do it right I’ll become my home, like a dryad with her tree. As
strong as you are your magic will be in everything I do, making me more
powerful than I ever dreamed I could be. It’ll be like having your own
personal house-nymph. Won’t that be fun?” She teased.
I chuckled. “I think I’d better watch it or you girls are going to make me
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die of exhaustion.”
She giggled, and went back to the stove. “I wouldn’t worry about that,
Daniel. Everything I cook is at least a little bit magic, and I like you being
more man than I can handle. If your magic ever flags mine will be right there
to fill in the gaps.”
I paused with a bite halfway to my mouth. “You put magic viagra in
this?”
“Oh, there’s hardly anything in it today. Some encouragement for good
health and general hardiness, maybe a little extra manliness if I’m lucky. I
don’t have the ingredients or the kitchen for any serious work, but I do what I
can. Make me an oven and give me a few days to get situated, and then maybe I
can manage something noticeable.”
“Oh.” I considered that. “So it’s like the thing with the wolf steaks?
That’s interesting. Just promise me you aren’t going to start playing games with
it like Cerise.”
“I have more sense than that, Daniel,” she said seriously. “If I abused
your trust in this how would I ever get it back? Right now everything I’m doing
is meant to help us all survive until we can find a new home. If there’s ever a
time when we’re safe there are some games I might like to play, but I’d talk to
you about it first.”
“Games?”
“Games. Harmless recipes that sound like they might be fun. For
instance, there’s a sauce that’s supposed to make a man’s seed… ah,
overwhelmingly copious?”
She blushed prettily at my raised eyebrow, and ducked her head.
“Ahem. Granny collected all sorts of unusual recipes. Things that make a girl
wonder what it would be like.”
“But you’ll need to have things in a better place with Cerise first.
Please be strong for her, Daniel. She can’t help playing, but she needs someone
who can take her in hand and keep her grounded. She’s always been a bit wild,
but this last year I’ve seen her starting to lose herself bit by bit.”
“Yeah, I was afraid of that. How can I help?”
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She chewed her bottom lip cutely. “If we complete the coven bond it
will help immensely, but I think you’re right not to rush that. We only get one
chance at it, so we need to do it right. If she takes a turn for the worse there are
some rituals we could try to help stabilize her, but they tend to be dangerous
and costly to her power.”
“No, I think the best course is to avoid magic for now. You’ve been
wonderful to her so far, you just need to stop holding back. Demons are made
to serve a master, and her stolen power needs to be tamed before she can
command it properly.”
I considered that for a moment.
“I think I get it,” I said. “Normally I’d hesitate, but Cerise likes power
games anyway, doesn’t she?”
Avilla blushed faintly, and nodded. “Oh, yes. The things she’s made me
do... well. You’re a worldly man. I’m sure you can imagine. Just remember,
we want her to be a witch who controls the powers of a succubus, not the other
way around.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I nodded. “Well, let’s get you charged up.”
I scooted my chair back, and she settled into my lap. Her dress seemed
to unbutton itself, and fell to gather about her waist.
“I’m ready,” she said breathlessly.
I chuckled, and started feeding her magic. “For future reference,
holding hands would work just fine.”
“I know,” she said, taking my hands and moving them to her breasts.
“But this is where my magic is stored. So it only makes sense to watch them
carefully, in case you give me too much.”
Her magic eagerly embraced mine, drinking in the donation of
power like some exotic desert flower greeting a rainstorm. I had far more
energy available that the last time we’d done this, but I didn’t know how much
she could handle so I expanded the flow gradually.
“Ah, so that’s how it is,” I teased. “You make excuses about needing
power for practical projects, but you really just want to find out how much you
can hold.”
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“Y-yes,” she admitted. Her hands on my shoulders were trembling
now, and her pupils were huge. “Oh, Daniel. Please, please don’t stop this
time. I don’t care if I’m a mess afterwards. Your magic is so warm. Please, fill
me up. Stuff me until I can’t take any more.”
“Heh. Are we still talking about magic here?”
Her eyes lit up. “Oh! Yes, that’s a wonderful idea! Take me right here
on the kitchen table while you fill me with your magic.”
I increased the mana flow, and watched the cascade of reactions within
her body. Her back arched, pressing her breasts into my hands as a soft moan
escaped her lips. The faster I gave it to her the more erotic the experience
seemed to become, and from what I was sensing her storage capacity was
immense. This could be fun.
By the time I worked my way up to my maximum flow rate Avilla was
stoned out of her mind, babbling a happy stream of incoherent nonsense as I
worked my tool in and out of her warm, gooey center. She seemed to be
climaxing more or less continuously, but that didn’t stop her from wrapping
those long, golden-brown legs around my waist and fucking me back with
delirious enthusiasm. I had to reinforce my self-control with magic to keep
things from ending prematurely, but even then I couldn’t last forever.