Inheritor Of Magic: The Magi King



The villagers had kindly put them up in an apartment suite above the Mayor's office that seemed to have been reserved for guests many generations ago, judging by the decor and the faded photographs of previous generations of Morgana Coven leaders.

It was good to see that they didn't harbour such a grudge that they had destroyed all evidence of the past. It meant that one day, they might reconcile with Reiko and work out a deal to trade between the village and the Fortress City again.

Goddess knew that the City needed all the allies that they could get, and the food that the villagers were growing would go a long way there as well.

Sure, Wolfe had helped the city out with some spells, but it wouldn't be nearly enough to get them everything that they would need to keep things stable when there was still the chance of them being attacked by Rebels or embedded traitors.

The Crime Families taking over the security of the farms would definitely change things, though. They weren't as soft as the Witches, and they were much less likely to take a bribe that would mess with their own family's food supply.

Not less likely to take a bribe in general. A bribe-free society was a ridiculous thought, but they did have some standards.

Christa and Justine didn't complain when they were led to the only other bedroom, where Christa instructed Grok to stand guard outside the door, much to his dismay. But Ella was very grateful to have a safe bedroom and a night with Wolfe all to herself.

They had been travelling in a group since her bond with him had advanced, and the feelings that she had were beginning to bottle up to the point where she was worried that she just might jump him in the middle of the day.

The thought was tempting, and she knew that she could count on Grok to help her out and keep guard. The little Goblin Paladin was good that way and in full support of anyone who was getting some action. But she would much rather that it was in the privacy of a bedroom than in public or somewhere in the woods.

There was one thing that they had both forgotten about with all the lack of intimacy since the bond advanced. The minor, tiny little detail that Cassie could feel everything that they did together.

It didn't even occur to them to give her a warning until Wolfe felt the echo of pleasure through the link when he took one of Ella's nipples in his mouth.

For her part, Ella just smirked and reached down to take a handful of Wolfe before gently gliding her hand down his length.

The pleasure from the Consort Bond that they shared was incredible, and then the echoing pleasure from Cassie fed back through and amplified it even more.

"Oh, this is going to be fun. I hope Cassie didn't have anything planned tonight." Ella giggled as she pushed Wolfe backward onto the bed and mounted him.

Even if she did, Cassie didn't have any plans now, Wolfe knew. He could feel both of the witches' orgasms ripple through their bodies at the same time as he poured mana into them both through the Bond, with Ella's coming only a few seconds before Cassies due to the reduction in the mana transfer over this much of a distance.

Still, he was impressed that he could send enough to make a real difference even from here, and Wolfe could feel the bonds getting stronger with every thrust into Ella's body.

"Damn her. Her sensitivity is insane." Ella panted as her eyes glazed over, lost in the secondhand lust coming back from Cassie.

"It's only going to get better once we're back together in one bed. So enjoy the reprieve while you can." Wolfe replied as he moved in for another round.

When the sun came up the next morning, they had barely managed three hours of sleep, and Wolfe realized that they had forgotten to soundproof the room before they had gotten lost in their activities.

The only other people in the building were their travelling companions. But soon, there would be a whole staff of people coming to help the Mayor and the Elders with all the changes to the city's infrastructure, and it was best if they could get themselves together before then.

After a quick shower together, Ella cast a refreshing stamina spell on herself and Wolfe to get the day started and picked out the uniform of the Fae Forest guards, the dark green robes and cape, to wear for the day.

"Oh, you're already up. Good morning." Justine mumbled, looking much worse than Wolfe had felt before the refreshing spell.

"Was it not a comfortable bed? We can refresh you with a spell if you need it." He offered.

"The bed? You think the bed was the problem when you two were going at it like rabbits for seven straight hours, and I was locked in a room with a horny Goblin and a sexually frustrated lesbian?" Christa complained, stepping out of the room behind Justine, who blushed at her words.

"Well, the offer still stands. Ella will happily cast a refreshing spell on you if you want. But who knew that little Miss Justine had such varied interests?" Wolfe teased.

Justine frowned at him. "I'm beginning to see why everyone calls Demons pure Evil. It's not malicious evil. It's annoying evil. I'm not a lesbian, but something came over me, and I'm not sure what happened."

Wolfe thought about it for a second and then smiled at the Witch.

"When you showered this morning, did you notice a strange tattoo on your neck?" He asked.

That was enough to make Christa realize what was going on, though Justine herself took a few more seconds to realize it.

"Dammit, it's the Servant bond making me want to make you happy, and I just took it out on Christa." She whispered.

"You could have taken it out on Grok. I'm sure he wouldn't have minded. But it is an unfortunate side effect of being too close together when you have a bond. There is a lot of bleed-through with the emotions, and intense ones can mess with your mind." Wolfe agreed.

Grok thumped his chest as if he was trying to say that he would make a noble sacrifice and accept her advances, but it wasn't hard to tell that he was way too enthusiastic about the thought.

Christa thumped him on the helmet, putting an end to his display.

"Give up, little man. No witches for you."