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Harem Ethics 101 160. So Much Better...
“Hmm!” The warden’s jaw clenched, and her face scrunched in pain as the wounds covering her body suddenly knitted together. Lysandra let out a deep sigh of relief and a tear rolled down her bloody cheek. “Thank you, Passion, for your benevolence and compassion.” She planted a soft kiss on Saelia’s forehead before gently lowering her head to rest against the soft dirt. “She's… going to be okay?” I asked tentatively. The fear that was wrapped around my heart like barbed wire loosened as I watched the shadow primal’s chest rise and fall with each of her steady breaths. “Quite right.” “She’s just unconscious still because she burned her soul and got hit with spiritual overdraft?” I asked woozily. With the fight seemingly over, my adrenaline started to drain away, causing my pain and consciousness to fade as blood loss started to finally get the better of me. “With her tended to, let me see to you.” She looked me over and winced with sympathy at how thoroughly I’d gotten fucke
Harem Ethics 101 161. Let's Be Away!
The three of us left Lysandra’s glade thirty minutes after we’d started packing. Due to there being nothing of value in it, I left my bag behind and only took Saelia’s. Lysandra had only wanted to bring a few sundresses and some sex toys, so it’d been relatively easy for her to dump her luggage in with the warden’s. Luckily for me, this resulted in me only having one stuffed pack on my back instead of three strapped to me like a pack mule. I cradled Saelia’s unconscious body in my arms as we trudged through the Forest of Embers. Lysandra led the way. With the sheath for her massive greatsword tied to her back between her wings, she held the blade at the ready in a two-handed grip. I’d agreed to only speak during the journey if I needed a break or if I saw an incoming attack. This had resulted in the uneventful hike to the forest’s main trail being a tense affair heavy with silence. Which in turn led to a peaceful walk along the dirt road in which my tired brain and body quivered
Harem Ethics 101 162. Relax
“Great.” She let out a sigh of relief and nodded at the crystal pillar standing at the center of the slip gate’s stone platform. “Place your hand on the anchor junction to operate the slip gate. Then all you must do is think of another slip gate you’ve attuned to and will for a portal to open for you.” Deciding to see how much spirit it’d cost before bringing up to her my almost dry spiritual reserves, I awkwardly shifted Saelia around in my arms and settled my palm atop the rectangular cube of crystal. My worries eased as I thought of Stone Lock and the knowledge that it'd cost one spirit to make a portal popped up in my mind. “Damn, that barely costs anything,” I said, my surprise coloring my words. “Saelia told me a while back that the anchor junction is also an amalgam. I’m guessing it covers most of the cost then?” “Quite right.” “That sounds expensive as hell to maintain if people use the slip gates a lot.” “Yes. Once it was explained; that most governments use coin from ta
Harem Ethics 101 163. Sleep...
I opened the door to Stone Lock’s shower room and stepped inside. Lysandra followed with Saelia cradled in her arms. Her eyes flicked curiously at the lockers in the changing area and the large communal showers beyond it. She giggled with approval as I told her about the ridiculously long and wasteful shower Saelia and I took on Myria’s dime. We stripped before undressing Saelia. When I cradled her in my arms, her blood-stained, snowy body felt so small cradled in my arms as I followed Lysandra. At my suggestion, the angelic woman retrieved a jar of rosy soap from one of the lockers before we headed into the tiled section of the room. Her lightly tanned fingers tapped a few dials embedded in one of the walls and the shower heads above them rained down warm water. Lysandra sidled up next to me as I stepped into one of the hot streams of water and lathered her hands with soap before setting the container down with a clink. With delicate touches, she went to work washing the grime a
Harem Ethics 101 164. Relief
Because there weren’t any windows in Stone Lock, and we couldn’t venture outside due to the front door being locked, I’d had to rely on my phone to figure out what time it was when Lysandra and I groggily opened our eyes. After I’d willed the chandeliers of sun shards above us to illuminate the cavernous main chamber of Stone Lock, I’d felt around for the device. When my hand slapped down on and I pulled its display up to my face, I groaned at seeing it was a little past three in the afternoon. Having not eaten before fighting the flame krolls last night or taking a briotonic before going to sleep, I’d felt awful when we woke up. My stomach had growled, so the first thing Lysandra and I did after getting up was go hunting for food. When we’d discovered I didn’t have permission to open the kitchen door or command the nourishment construct, I groaned in hungry irritation. Fortunately, though, Lysandra found dried rations, a few briotonics, and a flask of water buried in Saelia’s bag
Harem Ethics 101 165. Should Be Safe
Despite not having any idea what they were saying due to having taken of my Myrian comprehension band, it made me feel like a weirdo watching Lysandra and Saelia talk from a nearby armchair. So, I pulled out my phone to try soaking up my attention. My thumb flicked across the display in a rhythmic cycle as I aimlessly flipped through my bestiary, failing to tune out what was going on around me. They spoke to one another in hushed voices. Lysandra’s words were firm, but her frustration could still be heard bubbling just beneath the surface of her tempered voice. In contrast to the angelic woman’s controlled anger, Saelia mostly listened. The few times she spoke, however, her tone was deflated and tired. After about ten minutes, movement caught my eye. I looked up to find Lysandra leaning towards Saelia. Arms slipping between the couch and the shadow primal’s back, she hugged the other woman fiercely and whispered something in her ear. A moment later, she let go and straightened be
Harem Ethics 101 166. It Was An Easy Choice
“Damn, I wish I had wings…” I said with a grin, watching Lysandra as she flew up to the walkway overlooking the lobby of Stone Lock. When she’d disappeared into the library, I got up and went over to the couch to sit next to Saelia. I laid my arm along the backrest behind her and gave her my undivided attention. “So, what’s up?” She leaned against me, closing her eyes as her head rested on my shoulder. “I have a couple of things on my mind I wish to talk to you about…” “Such as?” I asked, relieved that she was going to come out and tell me what was bothering her without me having to dig it out of her. “Firstly, I wanted to tell you that I’m grateful for you standing by me. You could have easily gone with Mark and likely be showered in rewards for your obedience to him and the Tenth Kingdom… But you didn’t.” “It was an easy choice,” I said, hiding my irritation at the implication there was even part of her that thought I might run. “Even so… I’m grateful.” “What's the second thin
Harem Ethics 101 167. Her Room
I stood with Saelia in my arms at the top of the spiral staircase. In front of us was the open door to her room, and beyond the threshold was nothing but impenetrable darkness. Dank, cold air wafted from it, making me feel like I was staring into a long-forgotten tomb. I willed the sun shards in the room to turn on, but I got no response. Frustration wiped the smile off my face. The idea of there being no sun shards in the warden’s room was absurd. Saelia must’ve been behind their inoperation in a last ditch effort to keep me from seeing her room. “Saelia, there’s sun shards in your room, right? I’m having trouble turning them on,” I asked, keeping suspicious accusation out of my tone. “They’re out of flame and light spirit… I never got around to refilling them when they ran dry,” she muttered, clumsily trying to shift out of my arms. Feeling like an asshole for assuming she was actively keeping them off, my stomach sank at her explanation. “Why not?” I set her down and offered
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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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Hey, folks. I'll be hanging out on the MegaNovel Discord. Feel free to let me know what you think about the book. Or about whatever else... argue with me about the sex ethics of the characters in the book, tell me you want to focus on story, more sex scenes, more talking, or if you want to just chat about whatever. I also take requests for scenes and might work them in if I can make them fit. As for my release schedule. I'm working on another project right now (it's going to be a traditional novel and be released elsewhere), but my plan is to work on Harm Ethics when I can. So I'll try and get a chapter or two out when I find time to write it. Thanks for reading this far!
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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
