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Harem Ethics 101 121. Room to Grow
“I’m able to devour the feelings related to passion, doing so can be delicious and allow me to rejuvenate my spiritual power,” Lysandra said with heated lust in her tone and eyes. I looked down at her through wide, envious eyes as she kneeled between my legs and jerked me off slowly. “So, not only can you sense the emotions tied to the flame divine aspect, but you can feed on them too? That’s awesome, you’re like a succubus!” “‘Succubus’? I have not heard this word.” “There’s stories about demonic women in my world who feed off the lust of others for power. ‘Succubus’ is what we call them.” She snorted at this and began to jerk me off faster as though my cock were a can of spray paint, sending rapid pulses of pleasure through me. “Well, feelings are not all I can consume for spirit. The nectar of women and seed of men are prized fuel to my kind. In fact, there’s no greater source of renewal.” My core simmered with growing lewd fascination. “Hold on, are you telling me that consu
Harem Ethics 101 122. Delicious and Sweet
Just like last time, Lysandra didn’t budge when I gripped the back of her head by her hair and tried to push her mouth down towards my cock. She only continued to kneel between my legs, firmly gripping me by the base and smiling smugly at my efforts. “I like this dominant streak,” she said, voice filled with notes of lust. “It’s cute..” A groan of frustration and pleasure escaped me as she agonizingly slowly slid her hand up my shaft before brushing a thumb across the tip of my currently very sensitive tip. I released her auburn locks and gripped the arm of the couch, squeezing it against the jagged pulses of sensation. “You’re worse than Saelia… Teasing me like this.” My mind blurred with pleasure as I searched for ways in which I could turn myself on and build my orgasm. She smiled up at me and her scarlet wings rustled behind her. I guess they do that when she’s excited or mad… kind of like a tail or something? She brushed her thumb over the tip of my cock again and my bod
Harem Ethics 101 123. Let Us Be on Our Way
About twenty minutes after Lysandra and I started making breakfast, Saelia emerged from the bathing chamber wearing a fresh white button-up, black pants, and boots. A pleased smile formed on her pale gray lips when she saw us pouring porridge into three bowls at the kitchen’s island counter. “Hey, take a seat. We made porridge,” I said to the warden when she entered the main room of the cabin. “It smells delicious, thank you.” She went to the dining table and sat at the spot she’d occupied last night. Three empty glasses were already set on the table, so all Lysandra and I brought with us when we joined her were the three bowls of breakfast and a pitcher of bright red juice. After I placed the bowls of porridge down and took a seat, Lysandra caught my eye and flashed me a small smile. Standing next to Saelia’s spot, she bent over the table more than she needed to while filling the cups with juice, giving me an eyeful of sun-kissed cleavage. Elbow on the table, the warden prop
Harem Ethics 101 124. Just a Portable Library
Saelia, Lysandra, and I hiked through the Forest of Embers towards the flame kroll encampment. The warden and I were in our usual outfits, she in her black coat, pants and white button-up, me in my cloak and armor. Our third companion on the other hand had stayed in her dark summer dress and hadn’t bothered even to put on shoes. “Doesn’t it hurt to hike around without shoes?” I asked the angelic woman. “If anything in this portion of the forest can pierce my skin let alone harm my feet, it would be humiliating.” “Does that have to do with you being a demi-empyrean?” “No, in this case my fate aspect is responsible.” “Lysandra’s of the knight fate aspect, Bryan,” Saelia said. It grants her body more durability, strength, and endurance as her spirit grows larger. With her level of power, she would be rightly embarrassed if stepping on a thorn caused her any discomfort.” “Oh, that’s awesome!” I looked at Lysandra, excitement brewing in my eyes. “What divine aspect do you have?” “I
Harem Ethics 101 125. If Things Look Grim... I Will Save Him
“I… uh… no,” I said to Lysandra, deciding it was a bad idea to oblige her request to shoot her so she could test out how strong my unruned bullets were. She put her hands on her hips and narrowed her burning eyes. “You think you could harm me with these bullets you’ve created? Such arrogance!” “What?” I stared at her incredulously. “I’m being ‘arrogant’? You’re wearing nothing but a sundress! I get you’re all tough and stuff because of your fate aspect, but you’ve never even seen a gun before a couple minutes ago! How’re you going to stand there and tell me you’d just shrug off getting shot?” “She’ll be fine,” the warden grumbled begrudgingly, her arms crossed. “She may be graceful like a pig in mud, but she’s durable. With her amount of spirit and her fate aspect, I seriously doubt you’ll harm her with unruned bullets.” The angelic woman shot the shadow primal a withering glare before turning her gaze back to me. “The comment about my grace aside, speaks the truth.” “And even if
Harem Ethics 101 126. Do You Feel Prepared For Tomorrow?
“And that makes five…” I said. I crouched in a small clearing of flame-colored grass near the flame kroll village. My chest welled up with satisfaction as I looked at the splintered trunk of the tree my most recent creation had destroyed. I’d had to tinker until late afternoon to figure out how to make five fairly complicated traps using my magic, but it had totally been worth it. Saelia and Lysandra lounged on a nearby couch I’d conjured for them. As I’d experimented, they’d made out, taken a nap, offered suggestions about what I should make, and bickered. The warden leaned back and absently stroked one of Lysandra’s wings. “How much spirit will you have left after making that one?” “With all the current items I’ve had to imbue to keep around, making these five traps leaves me with a little over ninety spirit left.” “That’s not much left over…” “Yeah, the spirit I gained from the torchboars and flame krolls didn’t boost my maximum as much as I’d hoped. But does it really
Harem Ethics 101 127. Alea
There were smudges of dirt on her beautiful face. In a dirty tunic, mud-caked boots, and leather leggings with a couple of tears exposing glimpses of pale thighs, the woman was petite with a delicately elegant figure. Disheveled, sparrow-blue hair hung down to just above her shoulders. Woven through the messy locks were feathers of the same color, creating an interesting layered texture. As soon as she stumbled in our path, her piercing golden eyes darted to Saelia, Lysandra, and me. About ten feet away, she straightened and looked at us with a mixture of caution and tentative relief. We stared back at her, Lysandra and I with curiosity; the warden with suspicion. Fuck, she’s cute… Judging by the feathers in her hair and the bird-like eyes, I’m betting she’s a demi-aviatin. I gave her a smile meant to convey no bad intentions, one that I prayed to Nikki wouldn’t come off as creepy. “Hey, uh, you alright?” She furrowed her brow, watching us carefully. “No… I’ve been lost in
Harem Ethics 101 128. Your False Smile Says Otherwise
On opposite submerged benches, Saelia and I sat in the bathing pool. Despite my cock being hard like iron at taking a bath with the gorgeous shadow primal, my stomach twinged with unease at her ‘ulterior motive’ for getting me alone. “I wish to speak about the near-death experience you had with the flame kroll yesterday.” She untied her ponytail and let her hair fall loose on her shoulders. My guts clenched at the memory, but I put on an easygoing grin. “What about it?” “Such an experience is terrifying. I want to know how you’re coping with it.” “Uh, I’m fine.” “Your false smile says otherwise.” She frowned. “Please, share your feelings with me.” My heart tightened at the tender concern in her expression. A crack formed in my resistance against talking about my new, fuller understanding of what was at stake for me in going to Chromaryn Academy. She stood from her bench. The water coming up just above her waist, she crossed over to me. Her thigh pressed against my length wh
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175. What Kind of Game?
“What do you mean?” I asked, thinking I knew already, but wanting to hear her say it to avoid any possibility of misunderstanding. “What kind of game?”. “A game where we can explore darker urges,” she said, eyes and voice smoldering with arousal. “For you see, on occasion it can be fun to allow someone to feel that rush of power all people secretly want.” My cock demanded action as my guts surged with excited energy, and my mind agreed. I grinned at her. Want to play at being a nice submissive demi-empyrean for me?” Holding my gaze, she slipped her hand from mine and rose from her seat. Her bare feet padded lightly against the floor as she took a few paces away from me. I shifted in my seat and watched her. Focus going to the window framed by her wings to enjoy the way her hips and skirt swayed with her steps. I only caught hints of its outline because of the loose lower half of the sundress, but need surged as I thought of the juicy, firm ass I knew awaited me. My cock flexed
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174. What Do You Think of Harems, Lysandra?
Sitting beside Lysandra at the long dining table, our hands clasped its surface, my heart quickened as I stared into her glowing amber eyes. This was it. She was going to agree to join the harem. A coy smile curled her lips. “The general rules I remember, but I would like a deeper understanding of this harem before I submit myself to yours and Saelia’s judgment of whether I am accepted as a full member.” My desire to cement mine and Saelia’s relationship with Lysandra pulsed in my heart and mind. She seemed to want to play games though… Or was this some kind of final reality check to see if she could accept everything that went with being part of the harem? My already stiff cock throbbed as though threatening me with vengeance if I didn’t seal the deal. I wanted her bad… but it’d break mine and Saelia’s hearts if she grew resentful and angry being in the harem. So I needed her to be absolutely certain she wanted to join. “What do you think of harems, Lysandra?” I asked. “Reall
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173. Obvious to Anyone and Everyone
Lysandra shifted uncomfortably across from me at the long dining table of Stone Lock. My rebuttal to her demand that I tell Saelia I loved her by telling her she should do the same seemed to put her on edge. “The past few days she’s been so unwell,” she said, uncertainty slipping into her eyes, “and I’ve admittedly been uncertain if I can fully recommit my heart to her as well.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, suppressing frustration at seeing her dawdling at the finish line when they were so close to patching things up.” Lysandra furrowed her brow, seeming to consider how to best answer my question. Feeling like I was diffusing a bomb and one wrong suggestion might make her overthink everything, I carefully prodded further. “Look, I don’t know exactly what happened between you two, but is it really something you don’t feel like you can’t move past?” A spark of emotion came to life in her amber eyes, and she pursed her lips. After considering for a moment longer, she si
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172. There's Something You Must Do
Over the next three days, Lysandra had used me like a sexual chew toy to relieve her frustration over Saelia not letting us sleep in her room and my deflections when asked why. Fortunately, though, this frustration didn’t bleed into her dedication to her mission to improve my proficiency with my left hand and my ability to conjure items under pressure. Saelia had mostly slept, but came down like she promised whenever she was awake. During this time, she’d mostly recovered from her spiritual overdraft, and with this, she gradually returned to being her usual cheery self. Part of me was relieved to see her mood lift. However, my worry for her had not eased, because she still hadn’t told me what’d happened in New Venice. Waiting had been frustrating, but this morning Lysandra had said she believed Saelia would likely be fully recovered by the time dinner rolled around. Tonight was the night… I just wished I could fast forward time to get there faster. Lysandra, Saelia, and I sa
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171. Rush
Lysandra charged at me from across the far side of Stone Lock’s main room. The excitement and burning power in her eyes made my heart thunder in my chest as flustered panic grew in me. Unlike Saelia, Lysandra didn’t zigzag or attempt anything resembling a tactical approach. Instead, she simply rushed towards me like a raging bull. I leveled the barrel of my gun and unloaded all six rounds into her. Each hit created splatters of glowing blue liquid on her chest, stomach, shoulder, and cheek. By the time I’d fired my last bullet, she’d closed the distance between us to no more than ten feet. There wouldn’t be time to reload, so I dropped the gun. As the empty firearm fell, I tossed the wooden breacher from my non-dominant left hand to my right. But before my fingers could even wrap around the handle, Lysandra was in arm’s reach. She swiped at me lazily with a slow hook. Just grabbing my dagger in time, I ducked the attack, feeling as thought I’d just dodged a baseball bat despite
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170. Cozy Library
The declaration that she wanted to train had caught me off guard, considering we’d almost died last night, but when I’d processed what she’d said, a smile curved my lips. With the entrance exam for Chromaryn Academy approaching and after getting my ass beat by Faelius and Mark, I was determined to get stronger. So, when the angelic woman told me she wanted to train, I’d deferred feeing her until later and instead bubbled with eager excitement as I followed her from the library. Because I’d forgotten to ask for permission to unlock the front door to Stone Lock, Lysandra and I had settled for the open space between the entrance and the lounge. The warm light of the constellation of sun shards hanging from the stone ceiling felt like afternoon sunshine on my skin. I wore conjured black combat fatigues, boots, and a t-shirt. The only part of my armor I wore was my belt and gun holster. I hadn’t yet gotten around to cleaning the blood and grime off the rest. About half a dozen feet
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169. Cozy Library
Closing the door behind me, I stepped into Stone Lock’s cozy library. At the room’s center, Lysandra sat at a table beneath a cluster of sun shards hanging from the ceiling. Book in hand, her eyes trailed across the pages as she read. When I entered, her attention slid to me. “She is asleep, right?” “Yup, out cold. She said she’ll come down whenever she wakes up.“ I pulled out a chair and sat down at the square table. Remembering my promise to Saelia not to tell Lysandra about our conversation, I tried to steer the conversation in a different direction. My mouth curved into a teasing grin at the angelic woman and I nodded at the book. “‘The Needful Elf’? You and Saelia really do enjoy cultured literature.” “Yes, I do. What is it to you?” she said, a hint of sheepish defensiveness coloring her expression. “Nothing,” I said with a small chuckle. “You just don’t seem like the type.” “Oh? What ‘type’ am I?” she asked, a hint of annoyance and challenge creeping into her voice.
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168. You Won't Understand...
Sitting next to Saelia in the pitch blackness of her room, I stared at her blindly. “That’s not true!” The incredulous response from my heart bypassed my brain and rushed straight out of my mouth. “Mark doesn’t know shit!” “No, he does…” Frustrated anger simmered in me. It threatened to boil over at the way she was talking about herself, but I managed to stifle the urge to righteously dismiss the ridiculous claims. Instead, I attacked the root of the problem. “What happened in New Venice is the reason you won’t use your Scorcher magic, right?” Wimpers leaked from her as her effort to control her voice wavered. “Yes…” “It’s the reason you feel like this?” “Yes…” “Alright, tell me what happened. I’ll tell you after if I think you’re a monster or not.” “Please… Don’t make me do this…” My heart tensed at the quivering fear in her exhausted voice, but I pressed forward. “I don’t think you’re a monster… but this seems to be the only way I can think of to convince you of it.” “Y