One morning before training, I found myself thinking of Meliss?. Apparently she woke briefly, but quickly drifted back into sleep. My heart twisted at the thought of her still struggling. Astrid assured me she'd recover fully—but the wait was difficult. I missed her easy smile, her joyful ughter. I needed her awake, needed to know she was truly safe.

  “Saoirse, I want you to make more colrs,” I said.

  “Yes, Master. How many would you like?” Saoirse asked.

  “Make six more.”

  “You intend to double your harem?”

  “I’m only pnning on three more—for now. But it’s smart to have extras.”

  “Understood. May I ask who else you’re considering?”

  “You would only know two of them. When she wakes up I’m hoping Meliss? will join us. We’ve already id together so I’m optimistic. Freydis is much more of a challenge, but my gut tells me I should pursue.”

  “Considering you saved her from a troll and won the devotion of her closest companion, I’m sure Meliss? will be willing. Freydis, on the other hand, has never demonstrated romantic or sexual interest in anyone as far as I know. While I have faith in your ability to seduce, she may be simply unattainable. Even the most adept sages cannot compel the cat to bark.”

  “She’s interested. I caught her reading Power of Mastery. She’s just afraid.”

  “I suppose it’s possible.” Saoirse tilted her head, eyes distant for a moment. “The third must be someone from Castletún.”

  “That would be Amelia.” I told Saoirse all about her and our long standing friendship. I opened up. Told her how much I cared for Amelia—how much it hurt to leave her behind in that terrible pce. I shared my concerns about how she might react to the harem.

  “Given Castletún’s cultural norms regarding partnership,” Saoirse said in her usual, analytical tone, “it will likely come as a shock to her, especially if she has feelings for you. But perhaps when she sees the good we’re accomplishing she may open up to the concept. I’ll be sure to be kind and welcoming to her, whenever you decide to retrieve her.”

  “Thank you, Saoirse,” I said, grateful for her support.

  I wondered when I would return for her. Would it be dangerous now that I know magic? Perhaps it would be best to slip in and take her quietly in the night.

  ***

  It became apparent, from Saoirse’s wake up calls, that sexual activity enhanced my magical abilities, but no matter how much we fooled around, I couldn’t project my spell without throwing a javelin.

  The next morning I brought Vio to magic practice. We’d taken to practicing in the secluded yew grove by the archery range, which turned out to be Saoirse’s “house.”

  “I figure since orgasms enhance my magic, Vio’s rejuvenation would allow us to experiment for much longer.”

  “This pn has promise,” Saoirse said.

  “This will be our first time together, Saoirse,” Vio said with a coy smile.

  “Indeed, I am looking forward to it. But don’t forget that we are here to enhance our master’s magic. His pleasure is the priority.”

  “Of course,” Vio said, bowing with feigned courtesy.

  They both dropped to their knees and kissed each other with passion. It always amazed me how enthusiastic Saoirse could be in the heat of the moment. Vio’s passion was to be expected, but no less satisfying.

  “Beautiful to behold,” I said, running my fingers through their hair.

  They devoured my cock in a flurry of licks and kisses. Vio took me into her mouth, her tongue frolicking around, her expertise evident in every motion. It wasn’t long before I unleashed my load into her.

  Vio shared a bit of my seed with Saoirse before swallowing.

  My hands lit up, glowing bright in the shaded grove. I pced them on their heads.

  “Oh Jethro, this feels so good,” Vio said, her mischievous demeanor melting into warm innocence.

  I concentrated and stepped away.

  “There is no improvement in range,” Saoirse noted after a moment.

  “As expected,” I said, “Now let’s see if we can juice this up some more. Vio, do your thing.”

  “Yes, sir,” Vio purred, crawling toward me. She massaged my balls with her hot, glowing hands. The warm comfort quickly grew into the uncontrolble urge to ravish my women.

  “Oh fuck!” I groaned.

  I clenched my fist, tightening my brace and their colrs. They both gasped and choked as I grabbed Saoirse by the arm and threw her around onto all fours. I pawed and grasped at her ass, I filled my hands with her firm flesh, exploring every inch of her wide hips.

  Vio pulled Saoirse’s bodysuit away from her flower and I entered. I was so infmed and impatient it was hard not to force myself in all at once. But I didn’t want to harm my lovely thrall, so I took my time entering her slowly, going a little deeper with each pulse, drawing her fluids out.

  I didn’t have to wait long before her sopping wet pussy accepted me entirely. I didn’t hold back. I thrust and pounded into her with the power and intensity of a machine.

  She clenched around my member, shuddering and whining. I released, pulsing cum deep inside the green sidhe.

  “Ahhh, I’m so gd I found you, Vio,” I said, rubbing my hands together and projecting my light onto Saoirse’s back.

  I savored the moment, allowing Saoirse to bask in the glow before pulling out and stepping away.

  “Your power has increased considerably,” Saoirse said, “but there is still no improvement to your range.”

  I fucked Vio and Saoirse two more times. The final orgasm released no seed and hurt more than pleased. I’d have to be careful not to overdo it with Vio and her new power.

  While my spell got stronger with each climax, I wasn't able to project the glow more than a few feet.

  “Is there anything else you can do with it?” Vio asked with a satisfied smile. “Use your intuition, py around.

  “Magic like this could make us legendary,” she added in a whisper, her eyes glittering with what I imagined was a hungry ambition.

  I stared at my glowing hands—so bright they stung my eyes. Experimenting, I cpped, snapped, and rubbed them together, spshing the light like water. Tossing the glow back and forth, I formed a ball. It slipped through my fingers, intangible as mist.

  Focused, I created another and tossed it to Saoirse. She reached out, but it burst into a dazzling shower of light. “Mmmm,” she murmured, basking in it.

  “You did it!” Vio cheered, eyes sparkling. “Do me next! Bst me with your light!”

  “I'll need more range,” I said, shaping another glowing projectile—this time a javelin, careful not to solidify it.

  It was weightless, strange to hold. I hurled it forward. Vio thrust her chest into its path, shattering it across her body in a radiant explosion.

  “Ahhh! Yes, that’s perfect!” she gasped, face glowing with delight.

  ***

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