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Harem Ethics 101 153. 'Serve Under Him,' Huh?
Faelius stood about half a head shorter than me, yet I still felt as though the pale ice primal towered over me as he came to a stop half a dozen feet away. In each hand, he held a rapier and a dagger made from ice. His gloved fingers clenched around his weapons as his annoyed expression chilled into an angry glare. “So… You’re an ice primal then?” I said, forcing a grin onto my face in an attempt to hide my growing fear. He nodded. “Yes…” Saelia had told me not to fight this man, but I’d not technically said I wouldn’t. What I’d said was for her not to worry about me, which wasn’t actually a promise to not scrap with this asshole. Had I been a bit sneaky in my wording? Maybe… But I wasn’t content to just preoccupy Faelius by forcing him to babysit me to keep me from running away. I intended to take him down so the warden didn’t have someone to deal with when she was done with Mark and his creepy, yellow-eyed… whatever. That said… while the guy wasn’t as strong as Saelia, he was
Harem Ethics 101 154. Awful Fate
Falius and I faced one another at the center of the dilapidated town, our fists raised. The moon shone above us, bathing us in cold light as we faced off as though it were a cold sun presiding over a duel at high noon. Alright, let’s make it look good. My boot ground through the warm, red dirt as I slid forward and fired off a quick series of jabs at Faelius. Sounds of leather against leather thudded as his gloved hands smacked away mine with practiced ease. After slapping my last blow away, he threw a lazy right hook. Knowing I didn’t have a chance at blocking it, I ducked it and rammed a fist into his gut. He barely budged, and pain surged through my hand as if I’d punched a leather-covered wall. “So weak…” His palm hit my chest like a battering ram Gritting my teeth against the shock of pain from his one-handed shove, my boots created shallow four-foot-long trenches in the dirt as I slid back. Through the fear and adrenaline rushing through my veins, a twinge of annoy
Harem Ethics 101 155. You Deserve Worse Than This
Wanting to get away from the growing patch of sticky, wet dirt where I’d been spitting out blood, I slowly sat up. The skin around my right eye felt tight as I winced at the shock of tender unpleasantness that bolted through my stomach. I tentatively investigated the spot where my right canine had been and cringed at the pulse of pain that jolted through my jaw. “Fuck…” I groaned. Standing over me, the ice primal glanced down at me and narrowed his eyes. “If I let you rise, will you behave yourself?” I raised a hand weakly as I struggled to my feet. “Nah, I’m all good… I’ll behave.” “Good. Because while I might delight in beating you back down, Mark would likely take issue with more punishment being inflicted upon yo–” Both our heads swiveled at the sound of a glass shattering from the decrepit building in which Saelia fought Mark and Lexia. Shards of glass glittered in the moonlight around the warden as she threw herself out of a top-story window. Clutching a stone in one
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Harem Ethics 101 156. An Explosive Cocktail of Furious Emotions
In the cold light of the moon, everything in the rundown town appeared almost monochromatic in color. With the warm radiance of the forest ringing the settlement as a backdrop, my world took on a surreal quality as Mark raised his weapon to execute Saelia. He towered over Saelia, shadow coming off the metal of his black armor like fog from dry ice. He held an ax conjured from his spirit in a two-handed, overhead grip and was poised to behead the kneeling warden. Lexia stood nearby. Her heavily damaged, mannequin-like body and four bladed arms remained completely still as she stared through glassy eyes at Saelia. Faelius blocked me from going to Saelia, his mouth curled in a sadistic grin at my horror and frustration. The jagged pain in my eye, jaw, and guts fell away from my attention, time feeling as though it slowed to a crawl as reality settled in. Horribly wounded and covered in blood, Saelia knelt next to her crumpled coat. Atop its black fabric, lay her breacher and l
Harem Ethics 101 157. One Shot
About thirty feet from where I sat in the dirt with a glowing spear conjured from spirit stabbed through my thigh, Saelia screamed as the somatonic healed her wounds. Dodging a glowing arrow streaking towards her from mark, she darted towards Lexia. The construct scuttled away on her legs and four arms towards mark, but she wasn’t fast enough to outrun the warden. Howling like a banshee, the shadow primal dove forward, her breacher raised in a reverse grip. With a thud, she tackled the fleeing construct before repeatedly driving her dagger into the construct’s back. “No!” Mark roared, conjuring a dozen more spirit arrows and firing them one after another as soon as they materialized. Pulling her knife free from the dead construct woman, Saelia rolled to the side into a crouch before springing up into a sprint to keep ahead of the volley of deadly conjurations. When the final arrow whizzed past her, a rock the size of her fist diagonally burst from the earth in a puff of dirt t
Harem Ethics 101 158. I'm Sorry
Spirit spear having dispersed into a cloud of fading light, the hole in my leg bled and radiated nauseating pain that eclipsed all my other injuries. I felt a little woozy as I raised my eyes towards the battle taking place about thirty feet from me in front of the dilapidated four-story building. “Damn… I’m kinda bleeding a lot… aren’t I?” I said, eying the wet patch of red dirt around my thigh and wondering how much blood I’d lost from all the punishment I’d taken tonight. It’s going to be hard to aim like this… I wished one of my briotonics could regrow teeth and close up the hole in my leg instead of accelerating my body’s natural ability to heal. As I thought this, my eyes widened in realization. I dug into the long pouch on my belt and pulled out the vial of somatonic Saelia had given me this morning. A tight, loopy giggle slipped from me as I stared at the potion like it was the most valuable treasure in all of existence. “I’m a fucking idiot!” I raised the stopper of the
Harem Ethics 101 159. Meteor
In front of the towering, abandoned building, Saelia lay dying in the warm, red dirt. Only a couple of feet away, I was flat on my stomach with a spectral blue arrow staking my forearm into the earth to prevent me from giving her the somatonic clutched in my fist. With a hole in my left thigh and a broken right arm, I stared up in horror and pain at Mark. Framed by a full moon, he was poised to knock me out with a punch to the head. I’d screamed and begged, knowing that if I lost consciousness Saelia was done for. Mark had responded with promises of somehow making it up to me later, but he hadn’t wavered in her resolve to kill the warden. Hearing this had pushed me into a chasm of mind-numbing frustration and panic. At a loss for words, I’d let my rage speak for me. I’d been about to threaten to kill her if she murdered Saelia, but before I could get the sentence out, he blurred into motion trailing black smoke, as leapt half a dozen feet away from me and stood. His face jerked
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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
