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 reading Chapter 1 if you have not already. This chapter includes MF, magic conversations, and heading home.

Jeremiah Fucks after a date, and talks about Magical Industrial Agriculture.

Returning Dramatis Personae

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

- Moira - Real estate agent from the city

- Lindsey Baxley - Girlfriend/Concubine, Lauren's step-sister via marriage, girl-genius

- Lauren Baxley - Public girlfriend, Jerry's Prime in the magic world, closest friend and confidant

- Stacey Wilde - Girlfriend/Concubine, godchild of Jerry's parents, athletic

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

- Anna 'Other Anna' - Yaroslav's Prime, magical media mogul

Referenced Characters

- Aidra - Petite goth girl from Jerry and Lauren's school, Fuck buddy, Witch

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

- Annalise Stoker - Concubine/Girlfriend, Fire Mage

- Beno - Ndia's husband and Prime. Ridiculously big black cock.

- Esmerelda - Seat of Death, aka. Powerful Death Wizard, second-youngest Seat, weirdo

- Ezekiel - Former Seat of Fertility, his death caused Jeremiah's ascension

- Jordan - Redheaded writer friend, interested in Jerry and his Harem

- Ndia - Eldest Seat of Fertility, aka. The Most Powerful Sex Shaman

- Ophalia - Ezekial's Prime, wrote a letter for Lauren.

- Victorious - Ancient demonic nightmare horse-turned-muscle car

- Yaroslav - Seat of Life, aka. Powerful Experience Wizard, stoner/partier

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The trail of clothes we left through Moira's house would have told anyone else following us exactly what was going on. My shirt ended up somewhere on the stairs, and my pants in the hall outside her bedroom. Her shirt was hanging from the bannister, if it hadn't fallen off, and her pants had gotten half-kicked into a guest bedroom after I'd peeled them down to one ankle.

She was moaning softly as we kissed and I carried her to her bed. Her thin, fit frame put her on par with Aidra as the lightest of my sexual partners and I felt like I could have run a marathon carrying her. She had her legs hooked around my waist and her arms crossed behind my neck while I was holding her up by her little butt, my hands grabbing her firmly until my shins found the edge of her bed. I lowered her down slowly and she let go of me, letting me lay her on the mattress as we looked at each other.

Moira was gorgeous. Her sharp features had such a beautiful, positive glow when she could have been cold or aristocratic in her daintyness. Her light golden blonde hair was wavy and splayed out around her head as she smiled up at me. She was down to the lingerie she'd had on under her clothes, a set not unlike what she'd worn that first night we'd been together with Lindsey and Stacey. It was like a one-piece bathing suit, cut high on her hips and with a dramatic neckline that came down to her belly button. It was a soft yellow, all sheer lace, and didn't hide much of anything behind the pretty embroidery. Moira might have been flat-chested, but her breasts still looked amazing as her nipples poked against the sheer cup panels of the garment, and at the same time her mound looked so inviting behind the barely opaque cover hugging her little bush and lips.

She bit her lip playfully, looking up at me with a smile in her eyes.

"Like what you see?" she asked.

"You're so fucking stunning," I said, shaking my head in wonder. "I just want to remember this moment and am trying to burn it into my brain."

She grinned again and hummed her happy chuckle, reaching her hands to take mine. "You just want to remember

this

moment?" she asked.

"Every moment from when you opened the door," I said, squeezing her fingers lightly with mine.

"Kiss me?" she asked, tugging me down to her.

I lowered down, getting my knee up on the bed between her legs as I covered her body with my own and kissed her. She was hungry for it, even more than in the hall, and we made out for a long few minutes like that. Our hands wandered, hers trailing over my bare chest and up into my hair, then down my arms. Mine held her face at first, cradling her intimately, then slid down her sides and felt the texture of the lace lingerie over her firm, smooth skin, and then finally I brought them up her stomach to her chest to trace around the bumps of her nipples.

"Mmm, Jerry," Moira moaned softly.

"Moira," I sighed happily, trailing kisses from her chin and up her jawline. Then I picked her up, one arm behind her shoulder and the other at the small of her back, and she gasped as I hauled us further onto the bed and then turned her sideways and laid down facing her on my side so we were looking at each other.

"Not what I thought you were going to do," she said with a little smirk.

"I just want to... touch base," I said as I brought my hand up to brush her hair from her face and behind her ear. She reached up and took that hand, holding it to her cheek.

"Are you worried about doing this without your girlfriends?" she asked, a little concern in her eyes.

"No, no," I shook my head. "Not that. I just want to make sure I know what you want, Moira. From this. I want to- Well, let's just say I want a lot of different things. You make me hungry for you. I want to fuck you like we're animals, but I also want to make love to you. Or anything in between. And I

really

don't want to have to guess what you want, so I'm just asking you. What kind of sex do you want tonight?"

"Jesus," Moira sighed. "Um- That's- I don't think anyone's just

asked

me that before. Sex was just sort of... how it happened."

"Well, that's how it is most of the time with my girls," I said. "But that's because we already know our likes and dislikes, and can read each other's moods. But with someone I'm not so familiar with yet I don't want to make assumptions."

She smiled a little. "Yet?"

"Yet, I hope," I said with a little smile back, leaning in and kissing her on the tip of her nose.

She sighed, resting her head on the mattress and looking at me. "What did the last woman who you asked say to that question?"

It was my turn to sigh, blowing my breath out through the corner of my mouth so I wasn't blowing it

at

her. "We'd already discussed certain things beforehand," I said. "But I still asked before we started. She, ah, well we were going to do anal for the first time for her, which was very special of her to want that with me. Before we really got started though she told me she wanted me to be aggressive, based on our previous experience together. She didn't want to be submissive, necessarily, but she didn't want to be the one in control either. It's sort of a... fuckbuddy situation now, but with her wanting me to be 'in charge' while still being equal."

"Sounds... complicated," Moira said.

"A little, but it's more like trying to put definitions on how we naturally fit together," I said. "With a few clarifications based on the relationship expanding to include sexual wants."

Moire nodded slowly. "And how would you define

our

'natural fit?'" she asked.

I shook my head, smirking just a little. "That's a dangerous question for me to answer," I said.

"Try," she urged me.

After a breath, I nodded. "I think we have a natural chemistry neither of us can deny, and after the last time we were together there's a strong sexual tension. I loved every minute of last time, but it's a little harder to judge since it was a foursome. I think I... I think I want to rain love on you until you're comfortable, Moira. I don't know if we'll know our

real

natural state until you're as sure about us working as I am."

"Fuck," she sighed softly, letting out a long breath. "Fuck, Jeremiah. That's like- That's the most emotionally deep, attentive thing I think a man has ever said to me. And it makes me kinda

mad

because I want to tell you off for saying I don't feel safe, but then I know that's a defensive reaction to feeling vulnerable."

"I'm sorry," I said softly, rubbing my thumb over the peak of her cheekbone as I continued to gently hold her cheek with my palm.

"Is this how you get girls to fall in love with you?" she asked.

"Maybe," I said with a short chuckle. "I- Maybe I'm overstepping, but the

idea

of falling for you is really attractive, Moira. But we're not there yet, and I don't know if what I'm offering is what you would really want long-term."

"You mean joining your polyamorous fuck-lationship?" she asked with that little smile again.

"Yes, that," I laughed. "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking you're astoundingly emotionally attentive and mature," she said. "And I think the only way you got that way is by being friends, and lovers, with multiple women who don't baby you. If Lauren is anything like Lindsey and Stacey, I guess it's not surprising."

"She's been my best friend since we were kids," I said. "And she's never let me get away with shit."

"Good," Moira said and then sighed. "I think I just want to feel close to you tonight."

"We can cuddle," I nodded.

"No, not cuddling," she chuckled. "I want to feel close to you emotionally while you're inside me, to be clear. Maybe not 'making love,' but also not 'animal sex.' Think we can do that?"

"Absolutely," I said and leaned in with my whole body, kissing her deeply. Our tongues were quickly teasing each other and soon we were fully making out again. I rolled back on top of her for a bit and she grinned into our kisses as our hands wandered lower, groping each other over our underwear. Then I rolled us again, and she was on top with her little chest pressed to mine.

I slid one hand up her back to her neck, softly gathering her longer pixie-cut waves at the back of her head and holding them there. My other hand scooped inside the plunging neckline of her lingerie bodysuit, finally getting skin-to-skin contact with her chest as I teased and pinched her puffy little areola and nipple. At the same time, Moira got more aggressive with her groping, basically jacking me off from outside of my briefs as her fingers explored my hardness.

When she pulled away from our kissing we were both left gasping a little, but rather than sitting up she slithered down my body, sitting on her butt between my legs as she grabbed the waistband of my briefs and pulled them down far enough to let my cock pop out fully erect. She pulled the elastic waistband down to scoop under my balls, keeping it in place.

"Mmm," she hummed, looking at my cock with big eyes before she looked up to meet my gaze and smiled wide enough that she was squinting a little. "Remember that first time when they had me suck you?"

"I was a little shocked you were going along with their conniving," I said. "But very, very happy. Just like right now."

She gently ran her fingertips along my shaft with both hands, teasing me. "I was a little surprised myself," she admitted. "But after hearing all the scandalous stuff you three were talking about at dinner, I was curious. And then Stacey put the moves on me while Lindsey went to work on you in the bedroom." Moira shifted back a little more, going to her knees and slowly leaning forward and down, bringing her face closer to my cock as her ass naturally raised in the air behind her. "I've been thinking about doing this some more," she said softly with a bit of playful energy in her eyes. "You three treated me to things I'd never experienced before. I doubt I can give you a

new

experience, but I can definitely lavish some attention on you, Jerry."

Moira kept eye contact with me around my cock as she leaned down the last little way and lapped her tongue across my smooth ballsack. I'd managed my pubic hair magically, not wanting to go somewhere to get myself cleaned up down there and also not wanting to ask the girls to do it, and most of my girlfriends had given my balls attention before. It was a thrill having Moira do it though, her small tongue teasing over my sack as she kissed each ball. She also took my shaft more firmly in one hand, gently massaging it and pulling slightly to one side so we could keep watching each other.

I groaned in pleasure as she softly sucked one ball into her mouth, then came off of it with a smile and did the same to the other.

"Do you like that?" she asked teasingly.

"I do," I grunted.

"Good," she said with a little smirk and went back to them, swapping back and forth between my testicles as she massaged them with her lips.

"Fuck, your ass looks great like that," I sighed, running my fingers through her hair as we stared at each other.

She grinned, wiggling her slight hips teasingly, and then licked up from my balls to the underside of my shaft using the stiff point of her tongue, trailing it up the underside until she flicked it off the end of my cock and touched her upper lip with her tongue as she smiled. "Hold my hair back, Jerry," she said. "I'm going to suck you now."

I gathered her hair much as I had before, one hand holding it to the back and side of her head except for a bundle of strands that fell from her forehead. She gripped my cock at the base to hold it still and started treating the head of my cock like an ice cream cone.

Moira wasn't looking to rush. She didn't want to just do it and move on to something else. She wasn't always looking up into my eyes, but I could see that she was exploring whenever she did. She was trying to learn what I liked, and what really sent chills through me, as she lashed me with her lips and tongue. And I let her know what did with my moans and groans. She bobbed on my cock, taking about two-thirds of it into her mouth as she sucked and slurped. She came off and ran her tongue around the ridge of the head and teased the top.

She made oral love to my cock, smiling the whole time.

"Stop," I finally groaned and then laughed. "I tap out. If you keep going I'll come."

She came away from my cock with her mouth, grinning and raising her eyebrows teasingly as she slowly stroked the bottom half of the shaft with her hand. "I got you that close?" she asked.

"I've been fighting it for a couple of minutes," I chuckled, taking a deep breath. I could technically hold my orgasm for as long as I wanted with just a mental touch to my pool of magic, but that felt... wrong. Moira didn't know what I could do, so it kind of felt like pulling one over on her in the intimacy we were sharing and I didn't want to do that.

She smiled and nodded, then bit the corner of her lip as she sat up higher on her knees, still stroking me. "You weren't lying to me about your vasectomy, right?" she asked.

"No," I said, shaking my head. "I wouldn't ever do that."

I just won't mention that it was a magical spell and not a surgery...

"OK," she grinned as she pulled my briefs the rest of the way off of me and dropped them off the side of the bed. Then she started to turn around on her knees until her ass was facing me and pulled the gusset of her lingerie one-piece aside and showed me her pretty pussy and a hint of her butthole peeking out from between her small buttcheeks. Again I was struck at how her pussy was different from the other women I was having sex with - she was lippy, her inner labia prominent and making a small flower of her sex. She shifted a little, getting closer as we figured out our leg positions so that mine were outside and slightly over hers.

She sat up, reaching back with one hand to scoop my cock into position at her pussy, and she started to sit down on it with a soft, girlish groan.

The thing was, she was tight.

Too tight.

"Ungh," she gasped out, sitting back up a little. Just a fraction of an inch, really, but my cock still slipped from between her pussy lips and slapped down against my stomach because I was so hard.

"Need a little help?" I asked.

She looked over her shoulder and grinned at me a little embarrassed but nodded and went to her hands so that her butt was pushed right at me as she spread her knees a little more and arched her back a bit. This pushed her pussy towards me and also spread her cheeks a bit, giving me a wide-open view of each.

"God, that's a beautiful sight," I sighed as I traced a thumb over her labia. She was already a little slick, and her pussy felt warm to the touch.

"Fuck, Jerry, that feels good," she groaned. "Don't

tease

me though. Get me ready for that cock."

I sat up a little and went to work. I didn't

not

tease her, but I also quickly had one finger inside of her. That transitioned to my thumb slowly fucking into her as I used my forefingers to brush back and forth over her clit hood while I used my other hand to massage and lightly spank her butt.

Moira's moans didn't get any louder, if anything they got softer as she got more turned on. I could only catch parts of what she was murmuring as I slowly fucked her pussy with my thumb, but the soft and breathy noises were beautiful.

Finally, she pulled away with a gentle hum, reaching to grab my cock and get it back into position. She sat up, pressing herself about halfway down as I groaned at the delicious feeling of being inside of her.

"Hold on," she said, pulling back off of me and turning on her knees. She pulled the shoulders of her lingerie off and then slipped it down over her torso and hips, baring herself to me and tossing it off the side of the bed. Then, fully naked, she mounted up facing me. "I want to see you."

"God, I love your eyes," I said, looking deep into them. Their pale blue was gentle and intoxicating.

Moira sat down onto my cock, working her hips lightly to drive herself further onto it, while I supported her with a hand scooped under her one buttcheek and the other palming her chest as she leaned towards me. Her nipples were little rubbery nubs and as she settled down with me fully inside of her I teased one with a couple of fingers.

"So good," she whimpered lightly.

"

So

good," I agreed.

She started to bounce on my cock - not fast or hard, but not at a leisurely pace either. It was... well, it was intimate. We kissed, and our hands groped and felt each other up. I craned my neck to get my lips on her nipples for a bit, and she held me there with both hands as she ground on me with her hips. Then she leaned back, giving me a better view of her puffy little blonde bush and her pretty pussy lips as my cock slid in and out of her.

I ran my hands up her sides, marvelling at how she felt so sturdy while also being so thin and delicate. She really did put in a big effort to keep herself as fit as she was, and it paid off for her.

My thumb on her clit as she rode me brought Moira closer and closer to orgasm until she boiled over, her whimpering murmurs ending in a sharp gasp as she stilled on my cock and then let out a long exhale.

"Mmm, that looked like a good one," I said, leaving her clit and sliding my hand up her stomach.

"It was," she said with a grin. Then she smiled a little more warmly as she focused on me again. "I want you to fuck me now. Like last time."

"We did it a few ways last time," I reminded her, flexing my cock a little since we'd stopped moving.

"Mmm," she groaned softly. "I mean like... harder. That was really good. You even got me to squirt a little."

"Gladly," I said, sitting up and scooping my arms behind her back to pull her towards me so that she was pretty much sitting in my lap and I could kiss her. "Missionary again?"

She nodded through our kissing, but it took us a few minutes of making out for her to finally pull away and pull off of my cock. Rather than getting down into position though she got onto her hands and knees and sucked my cock into her mouth, tasting herself and my precum as she blew me.