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 a return to school, promises made and conflicts rediscovered.

Jeremiah is finally back in school and reconnecting with his regular, not-so-normal life.

Returning Dramatis Personae

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

- Jordan - Concubine/Submissive, Redheaded writer friend

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

- Wendy van Rothe - 'Better than you' magical girl high school clique leader, wants to be famous, likely culprit for Magic Magazine interview

- 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 - Jerry's best guy friend from high school

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

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

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

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

Referenced Characters

- Annalise Stoker - Concubine/Girlfriend, Fire Mage

- Ashley - Jordan's friend, Emily's older sister. Had sex at the New Year's Party.

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

- Maya Stoker - Annalise's younger sister

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

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

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Christmas break was three weeks. My life had started changing before the break, but now it all felt more... real wasn't the right term.

More

changed?

I was supposed to be a writer and that was the best I could come up with?

At least I had a better idea of what being a Seat of Fertility meant, now. To the thousands of Ascended who relied on my influence to at least keep their lives stable, and the millions of regular people who had no idea that I could change the course of their nations and world based on my whims. The last time I'd been at school I'd had one girlfriend - now I had six gorgeous women in a harem, a fuck buddy witch, another girl who was interested in trying more stuff out with me,

and

three much more adult women who I had complicated relationships with.

'Swimming in pussy' wasn't how I would have thought my life would be going back in November. I'd been crushing on Lauren, and getting through school day-by-day dreaming up magical worlds, not living in one.

Everything was different, and realistically I probably shouldn't have been trying to cling to how things had been before, but I didn't want to give up my life. I didn't want to drop out of high school and disappear into the magical world. And Lauren's point that we needed to stay anchored in the real world to keep ourselves from becoming like the weird, decadent, power-hungry other Seats was extremely solid.

So I took the bus.

I could have summoned Victorious to drive to school myself, showing up in a hotrod of a muscle car to show off. Or, with all the money I had, I could have ordered an Uber or something. It definitely would have been faster. But for three and a half years I'd taken the town bus to school, and it was my routine. I got on at my usual stop; the snow had mostly melted away again, leaving a mucky grime over a lot of the curbs and streets, and everything was a little grey from the overcast weather. Before all of, well, everything that had happened I would have probably been drearily trying to blink myself awake as I listened to some music with headphones in and watched the same sights slowly pass by like always.

But everything

was

different.

'Good morning, Sir,'

the first text came in. With a picture. I had to tilt my phone to make sure no one was going to see it before I opened it because it was from Jordan. Well, to be fair, I would need to do that for almost all my girls, but Jordan especially. And I was right to be careful - she'd sent me a picture of her sitting at her desk, her makeup freshly applied but topless with her small breasts thrust out and her shoulders back as she smiled at the camera. She had her glasses off but her nosering in, and the choker that represented our relationship hugged her slender throat.

I'd spent half the night with her even though we both needed to be up in the morning. The first part had been just unburdening my stresses as I told her everything that had happened on the weekend in greater detail than our texts. The second part had been slow love-making; it had been late, and we couldn't be loud because her roommate Ashley would be

really

confused if she overheard Jordan having sex with me when I was supposed to be half the continent away. Slow, simmering sex while making out was just as good as the harder, rougher, more demanding sex we usually had.

'Good morning, dear little harem slut,

' I sent back to her.

'Mmm, thank you for the buzz, Sir,'

she replied, then sent me another picture. It was her dressed up in a cute outfit for the day; a pair of tight jeans that hugged her skinny legs, a baggy knit sweater and a scarf, with her long copper hair pulled back into a half ponytail.

'Approve?'

'You look gorgeous. Have a good class!'

I replied with a soft smile.

'Find someone to fuck for me at school!'

she sent back.

'I want to hear all the naughty details.'

I rolled my eyes, my grin widening a bit. She somehow beat out Lauren, Lindsey and Angie on the kinky scale - my only other partner who really competed with her on that front was Aidra.

No more texts came in during the bus ride, but I knew they would through the morning. Lindsey and Stacey both had noon classes for their Monday mornings, their new semester starting just like Jordan. Angie had a morning shift that started at 10 AM, so she didn't need to be up quite yet. I wasn't sure what sort of timeline Annalise and Maya were following as they drove back up from New Mexico, but I didn't expect them to be up and on the road at 7 AM if they didn't need to.

Everyone else who might have texted, I was going to see at school anyway.

Nothing had changed with the school, and I got off the bus at the corner along with a dozen other students. The town had two bus lines that covered a couple of big circles and crossed over each other in the downtown area and at the school - people who lived in the further-flung suburbs, or outside of town, got the classic yellow bus experience. Jay was in one of those, while Benji's mom drove him in every day. Lauren would be on the other city bus that didn't arrive for at least a few minutes, so I did what we always did and I headed into the school, through the slowly filling hallways as students filled their lockers and saw people they hadn't talked to in person in weeks.

That was when I found

something

had changed.

I was... well, I wasn't

popular

, but I was more popular than before because of my New Year's Party. I really hadn't done much of the work for it compared to the girls, but apparently, I was the only person who threw a party of any size over the break, which made me the central social activist of the last month and bought me a bunch of social credit that had people calling hello's to me when we usually would have just passed each other by in the hallways. I even got some shoulder pats and back slaps.

"Good morning, Jeremiah," Tala said, her beaming smile catching me up when we crossed paths. She stepped in for a hug and I wrapped my arms around her, squeezing her gently.

"Morning, Tala," I said. The dancer had flitted through my thoughts since she'd given me her virginity at the party, and now I felt a little guilty that I hadn't really made more of a priority out of connecting with her. She was pretty, and attractive, and I liked her. And she wanted to have more sex with me - I just didn't feel the spark of

love

with her. Lauren thought she was a shoo-in for the harem, I had a feeling this was short-term. "Weird to be back, yeah?"

"Every year," she smirked a little, looking up at me with that cute smile as she stepped back. "I wanna talk to you later, 'kay?"

"Sure," I said and felt a little flush of arousal as she bit her lips and her eyes traced down my front to my crotch and then back up quickly when she realised what she was doing.

"See you later," she said as she blushed lightly.

"You too," I agreed and then hugged her again quickly before separating.

I made it to my locker and got my coat and backpack inside before I had my next interruption of the morning.

"Good morning... Jeremiah."

I turned, particularly at the weird hesitation at saying my name, and saw that Wendy van Rothe was standing a couple of feet away. She was dressed in a skirt despite the cool January day, with a button-down blouse that had the top few buttons open and showing off some cleavage. I couldn't remember if that was normal for her or not because we'd never really interacted before beyond being in a couple of the same classes early on in high school.

"Wendy," I said with a nod, trying not to make assumptions. Aidra had told me she was a 'leader' of one of the magical social cliques at the school and also wanted to be

famous

. Those things didn't bode well with her deciding to approach me.

"I was wondering if you had a good Christmas break?" she asked, acting as if we talked all the time.

"It was pretty eventful," I said, raising an eyebrow. "Is there something I can help you with?"

"Y-es," she said, hesitating again. Wendy wasn't

un

attractive, she was just sort of 'normal' attractive while putting in a bit too much effort. Now that I'd been with a variety of women I was starting to realise what I liked, and what I didn't, and Wendy was just sort of bland to me in comparison. "I was wondering if you would like to join me and some friends for lunch today."

"Ah," I said. "Sorry, but I have plans. I'm sure I'll be able to connect with you some other time though."

"Oh, alright," she said. "It's just that we, my friends and I, represent the most important people

here

that you'd probably want to associate with."

I frowned a little, still with a raised eyebrow. "Right," I said slowly. "Well, you and I haven't ever spoken two words to each other, so I would reconsider what you think I consider important. Actually, you know what? You should probably talk to Lauren about when a good time for you to meet with us would be."

Wendy made a bit of a face. "I'd rather deal with the actual-"

"Prime?" Lauren interrupted, stepping around from behind Wendy. She slid in next to me and I leaned down, kissing her firmly as I hugged an arm around her waist and she ran a hand up the back of my neck and into my hairline, scratching my scalp lightly. Our kiss lingered, probably rudely considering it was mid-conversation. When it finally ended we stayed close, our noses still brushing, as we looked into each other's eyes. "Good morning, babe," she said.

"Good morning," I said with my own grin. She was dressed in her usual jeans but must have grabbed one of my sweaters at some point because she was wearing the hoodie with pride.

Lauren turned her attention back to Wendy and raised her eyebrows.

"I didn't mean to- I just-" Wendy stammered a little, having gone a little red.

"You thought that you could influence him, or use him for your own gain," Lauren said. "Or you hoped to. Wendy, you're not in trouble, and you'll likely get fucked by him before the end of the year, but you need to realise that unless you're asking for a particular favour and are upfront about it, trying to be a manipulative bitch isn't going to get you anywhere."

I couldn't believe Lauren was so blunt with her words, if not her intention, but no one seemed to notice as the flow of students moving through the hallways didn't react to what was being said. People had headphones in, were looking down at their phones, or were having their own conversations. Even the people just walking down the corridor were off in their own little world, tired or daydreaming.

"I-" Wendy said, obviously unsure how to react.

"You can go, Wendy," I said. "Next time you want to talk, you can ask me or Lauren and we'll set up a time."

She clicked her mouth shut and got a frustrated look on her face before turning on her heel and stalking away. I sighed, shaking my head, feeling like I'd just made an enemy.

"She's small potatoes, Jerry," Lauren said, reading my mind. "She's only a problem if you give her the air to

be

a problem."

"You could have been a

little

more diplomatic," I said.

Lauren smirked and shrugged. "Whatever. I'm done thinking mean girl shit in high school is worth any attention at all. With the people

we're

dealing with, none of this fucking matters."

"Have I mentioned today that I love you?" I asked, pulling her into me by her hips.

"That's the first," she said with a grin and kissed me again.

"Can I get one of those?"

We separated and found that Aidra had joined us in front of my locker. The short goth must have already hit her locker because she was dressed in a black and white checkerboard skirt and a black short-sleeved crop top that showed off a slice of her petite stomach. She looked cute, and I vaguely wondered if she was showing off for me or not - did she have a bra on under that top, or panties under the skirt?

"Yeah, of course," Lauren said immediately.

That made me raise my eyebrows this time. "Are we being open about... relations? At school?" I asked.

Lauren gave me a one-shoulder shrug. "I'm fine with people knowing I'm willing to share - no point in keeping it too hidden if I'm going to be setting you up with girls we know." She turned to Aidra. "You have my permission to kiss, make out, and otherwise hook up with him whenever you want, babe."

"Thanks," Aidra grinned, then stepped forward and looked up at me pointedly. I sighed with a chagrined look and leaned down, wrapping my hands around the bare part of her waist and planting a kiss on her. She moaned lightly into it, pressing her body to mine. She ran her hands across my chest, and when we pulled away from the kiss she bit the corner of her lip. "FYI, I don't care about my reputation - you can grab my ass whenever."

I chuckled and shook my head. "You might not, but I care about it," I said. "Mostly because I don't want anyone else getting the idea that you're easy and making you uncomfortable."

Aidra rolled her eyes. "You don't think I can't take care of that myself?"

"I think it's setting other guys up for pain and sorrow," I said. "I'd rather you not get antagonised."

"You may not be

one of us

," Lauren said. "But you know who he is. And people were already staring while you kissed him like that in front of me. Everyone in the school is going to know by lunch."

The petite goth sighed and smiled happily. "Fair," she said. "We're still getting together after school, yeah?"

We agreed, and Aidra gave us both a hungry look before laughing and saying she'd see me in class later before heading off.

"Tala wants to talk later," I said to Lauren. "Know what that's about?"

"Mhmm," my girlfriend hummed, smiling knowingly but keeping her lips shut.

"Not gonna tell me?"

She shook her head, then pivoted the conversation. "Have you seen Jay or Benji yet?"

"No," I said heavily. "I'm not sure what to expect."

"Well, you have class with Jay this morning. Maybe you can figure it out then."

"Hopefully. I just don't want to push him too fast."

"Him, or them?" Lauren asked.

I hesitated for a moment before shaking my head. "Him. Benji will... be Benji."

Lauren pursed her lips and nodded, and we pivoted to quickly making sure we knew what was going on for the day - the first rule that we'd agreed on was no skipping class for hooking up, at least together. We could fuck pretty much whenever we wanted since I had my magic, but that didn't mean we should abuse it; we both

liked

being in school even if it was sometimes a bore, and we wanted to finish out the experience. Other hookups, particularly on my part, were OK to ditch for though. We had priorities, after all.

I walked Lauren to class, which she bugged me about since we weren't

that

couple, were we? But then she gave me a sweet kiss at the door and adjusted how my hoodie sat on her before giving me a wink and walking in. I headed one corridor over to my own class, Ancient History with Mr Pulman, and about half of the students were already in and chatting since we were close to the bell. Jay was already sitting in his usual seat, looking normal, so I went over.

"You tell me where we're at," I said. "Do you need me to sit somewhere else?"

"Sit down," he sighed, nudging my chair out with a foot. "Just... I'm still processing. So don't be weird."

"Well that sucks," I said. "When am I

not

weird?"

He snorted and rolled his eyes, and I grabbed my seat. We didn't talk for a couple of minutes before the bell rang, but he didn't seem to be tense or on edge or anything, so I was hopeful.

I got my next text from Stacey; I'd been expecting Angie to be the next one of my girlfriends to reach out, but then, Stace was probably up early to exercise. Her good morning came in about halfway through my first class, and it was a bit of a job to check my phone in a way that didn't reveal I was doing it to Mr Pulman at the front as he lectured on Ancient Rome, but also angled so that no one around me including Jay to my immediate right could see the screen.

And I was glad that I bothered because while Stacey hadn't sent me a revealing selfie she

had

sent me a picture of Lindsey, naked and asleep in bed, a pillow between her legs like she was humping it and a vibrator they must have used last night wedged between her bare tits.

'Sleeping Beauty'

was the caption she sent with it.

I had to suppress my snort and then sent her back a good morning. She hit me back with a picture of her down in the workout room of the apartment complex as she was riding a stationary bike, dressed in some of her usual workout gear, then another of Leandro when he wasn't looking as he ran on a treadmill.

'He's being good,

' Stacey sent.

'No problems so far.

' I sent her back a heart emoji and wished her a good day.

The next text came from Annalise, with no picture, to the group chat I shared with all the girls - I had no idea if she or anyone else had already said anything in the Harem Chat that I wasn't invited to.

'Hitting the road. We're on our way.'

Me, Lauren, Jordan and Stacey all sent her hopes for clear roads, and then Jordan sent a picture to the chat of her bored in a lecture hall. Stacey replied with another selfie as she made a silly face while doing an arm curl.

"Dude, you didn't hear any of that, did you?" Jay asked from next to me.

"What?" I asked, looking up. People were getting up from their seats.

"The bell rang, and Pulman said we have a quiz on the unit at the end of the week. And he's not accepting any excuses about our essays being late," Jay said as he stood, but waited for me to gather my shit and join him.

"Fuck," I sighed.

"I'm assuming that means you did about as much work on yours as I did on mine over the break?" Jay grimaced.