Part 10: Max's slaves decided to put his vitality to the test.
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Chapter 28
Standing in a neverending white void, I pondered what would happen next. It wasn't the first time it had happened, and I knew that it wouldn't be the last.
"Hello Master," Rayna said as her body began to materialize from a swirling vortex of black smoke. "I hope I didn't make you wait too long." Soon enough, she was standing before me, completely naked - as she always did in my dreamscape. Mine was empty at the moment, and that was the way she liked it. It gave her both a blank slate and free rein.
Per her explanation, most people have no control over their dreamscapes. Some can work hard to train themselves in the art of lucid dreaming, though not everyone who tries actually succeeds. The other way for control to be exercised over a dreamscape is to have help - or "help" - from a supernatural entity whose powers involve the manipulation of minds. For my part, I had a sexy little redheaded succubus who fit that bill. Technically, I was her master, but when she decided to visit me in my dreams, she actually had most of the control. Ironically, her presence seemed to trigger something in me, allowing me to realize I was in a dream and act more like myself. That was one bit of control she therefore couldn't exercise without my permission; she couldn't rob me of my reason.
"You know, I thought we might just get some sleep," I said while smirking at her. "It's been a long day." Since, thanks to her presence in my mind, I was fully aware that I was dreaming, I also remembered that my physical body was still in my mother's bed, with all four of my naked, well-fucked slaves sleeping right next to me. It had been a marathon session just before we'd all either passed out or drifted off.
"Such fun though!" she replied, her voice oozing satisfaction. "You know I can still feel your cum leaking out of me. It feels... wonderful." She smiled, and couldn't help but fidget in place. "But enough about that. Your training still takes priority. Now show me what you remember, and if you remember it well, I'll give you one hell of a blowjob."
"Yes ma'am," I said.
Rayna conjured up a stone platform for me to sit on. I took my seat and placed my hands close together. From there, I began to channel my mana until that familiar electric ball of energy began to form.
Ever since the appearance of the priest, and my little mishap with summoning a familiar, Rayna had thought it prudent that I learn to harness my power more effectively. Summoning a hellhound instead of a house cat had been incredibly dangerous. Only with a lot of luck had I even survived.The problem was that I'd pulled in too much of my power, and, just like with fishing, the bigger the bait, the bigger the catch. Rayna had told me that if I'd summoned a male hellhound instead of Ash, then I would have been screwed unless it had somehow occurred to me to try seducing it too. I wasn't sure it would have.
That wasn't my only problem, either. I'd also been wasting too much mana every time I used a spell. The way Rayna had put it was that some spells only require a certain amount of mana to work. No matter how much extra mana you use, you don't get bigger or better results. You just waste the energy. Even with spells that "scale," there are definitely times when you'd rather they didn't.
She hadn't been gentle in telling me how much mana I'd been wasting, either. She'd likened it to putting out a small ember in the middle of a field with a firehose. Over the past few weeks, our training sessions had brought it down to a garden hose, and then a really large bucket. We still weren't all the way; ideally, I'd only use a cup of water to put out that small ember. Still, I was glad to be making progress. As proof that I'd improved, I'd managed to perform a mind link spell on all four of my slaves the night before and not feel winded afterward, unlike the first time, when I'd done it with just Rayna and Ella and had felt utterly drained.
The other benefit was that the less energy I wasted, the less life essence I'd need to draw from my slaves to replenish my reserves. I wasn't too worried about Ash, but Ella and my mom were only human. Keeping my appetite under control would dramatically lessen the risk to them.
So there I was again, in the middle of my dream, practicing how to control mana. The bubble of electric energy grew and shrank in the palm of my hands. Then, on my command, the ball of energy burst forth and arcane lightning began to envelop my body. When my wings had sprouted and Rayna had identified me as a wind demon, it had suddenly made much more sense to us why my mana seemed to manifest visually as electricity and lightning. It turned out to be more than just a visual, too. When I'd instinctively channeled my mana to save my own life in the battle against Ash, it hadn't been a coincidence that I'd made my body and my mind faster. That had been the lightning-mana coursing through me; one of its mystical traits was speed. It had accelerated my entire nervous system and all of my muscles, giving me the edge I'd needed to stay alive long enough for another stroke of luck to save me.
All of those experiences and reflections dovetailed nicely with what little Rayna had heard and read about wind demons. According to those tales, they were combat-oriented demons that Lucifer used as his vanguard against his brethren: the angels. Apparently, hand-to-hand combat was still a big deal amongst the supernatural entities of the planes and worlds beyond this one. I didn't really understand why, but I'll confess that I was excited to see just how far I might push those facets of my demonic nature. Learning to waste less mana would definitely allow me to supercharge my body for longer periods of time, and would probably let me get even faster, too.
I was distracted by the sound of hands clapping together. "My my, you are getting better every time we come in here, Master," Rayna said. She'd reappeared next me, wearing her sexy-instructor garb. She really did love having a sexy costume for every occasion. This one boasted a black bustier corset that drew the eye to her amazing chest, which, at that moment, was sticking out like two overfilled blimps. Below the corset, she was wearing the smallest black thong panties in the world - which, strangely, I found even more cute than sexy. Her long, lush, scarlet hair was tied up in one long ponytail. If she'd added fishnet stockings and patent leather boots, she'd have tipped over into full dominatrix, but as it was, she kept her feet and thighs bare. To me, that made her look all the more alluring.
"Well I do have a good teacher." I smiled at her as I dispelled the lightning from my body and got up to greet her.
"Yes, I would say I am an excellent teacher," she agreed, acting all haughty. "And you know, a great teacher should receive some sort of payment from their student." She peered up at me, only an inch separating us. I could practically picture her looking up over the dark rim of some glasses, even though she wasn't wearing any.
"Really. And what does a good teacher want?"
"Oh I can think of something," she said in that inviting, alluring tone of hers. She circled my neck with her soft, tender hands, and while she was bringing me down, she went up on her toes, capturing my lips with hers.
We both hummed in pleasure as our tongues battled with one another, not for supremacy, but more like an elegant dance inspired by martial combat. By the time we separated, we both were flush in the cheeks and panting hard.
