Font of Fertility Ch. 35

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All Characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older.

This story is a continuation of the Font of Fertility series. I suggest starting with Chapter 1 if you have not already. This chapter includes semi-public teasing, fingering, reunions and a ticket to the gun show.

Jeremiah starts to get things rolling at school, and preps his bodyguard for work.

Returning Dramatis Personae

- Jeremiah 'Jerry' Grant - Seat of Fertility, aka. Powerful Sex Shaman

- Jay Douglas - Jerry's best guy friend from high school

- Mr Pulman - Ancient History Teacher

- Aidra Allard - Petite goth girl from Jerry and Lauren's school, Fuck buddy, Witch

- Benji - Jerry's guy friend from high school, the one with the attitude

- Lauren Baxley - Public girlfriend, Jerry's Prime in the magic world, closest friend and confidant

- Zena Washington - Black high school music student and track star, 'all legs' athletic, Ascended, into being Dominated/Ordered.

- Lindsey Parker - Girlfriend/Concubine, gal-genius, former neighbour of the Baxleys

- Annalise Stoker - Concubine/Girlfriend, Fire Mage

- Maya Stoker - Annalise's younger sister

Referenced Characters

- Emily - Cheerleader classmate of Jerry and Lauren. Total bitch. Tried to get Jerry to show her his cock.

- Beth Winters - Tall, blonde Polish girl from high school with a great ass, Emily's close frenemy

- Ashley - Jordan's friend, Emily's older sister. Had sex at the New Year's Party.

- Stacey Wilde - Girlfriend/Concubine, athletic, old family friend of the Grants

- Miss Morrison, Janet - Jerry's high school English teacher, well endowed brunette, has been in his sex dreams, widowed

- Maria Lancaster - Hot half-Latina mean girl from high school, perpetual naive expression, in Emily's clique

- Leandro de la Roca - Spanish Paladín of the Orden de la Espada de Piedra, protector of the Stone Sword, Sworn bodyguard to Jerry

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It's funny how anger works sometimes - now that I knew Emily was behind the big rumour circulating about me around the school, I was suddenly feeling more aggressive towards the people buying into it. I mean, it was coming from fuckingEmily, the bitchiest bitch in the entire Goddamn school. And the well-known sluttiest girl, so the hypocrisy of the accusations was kind of wild. How did anyone take her seriously?

Then again, she was hot. That went a long way. And apparently, she put out even more than anyone knew if she was tracking down every rumour of someone having sex and wanted a piece. That probably bought her some goodwill from the guys, too.

My anger, once I had a chance to process it a bit sitting next to Jay in my first-period class, was more about how fuckingpetty it was. Like... she demanded I have sex with her, I told her noor she needed to talk to Lauren, and her response was to spread rumours across the entire school. She was willing to try and ruin my life and reputation in particular, but also Lauren and Aidra's by association, because I wouldn't immediately stick my dick in her.

"Dude," Jay muttered, nudging me. "What is going on? Your phone is vibrating like fucking crazy."

"Mm," I grunted, fishing it out of my pocket and checking it. There were dozens of messages in the group chat with the girls - I'd texted Lauren what Beth had told me, and that she'd be looking for my girlfriend to talk. I had no doubt the girls were scheming some sort of revenge plot. "Nothing," I said quietly to Jay. Mr Pulman was lecturing at the front of the class and we had to be quiet, pretty much talking out of the sides of our mouths.

"Bullshit," Jay said back while still looking forward.

"Emily started the rumours," I sighed.

He glanced at me, eyes raised, then snapped his attention back to the teacher. "For real? Why?"

That was when I realised he didn't know what had happened. Instead of trying to tell him in whispers, I flipped to a new page in my notebook and quickly wrote out the whole thing with her confronting me before Christmas break, and her demands, and being weird when I ran into her at the mall, and then sleeping with her sister on New Year's. There was a lot of underlining of words like 'crazy' and 'insane.' I passed the long note to Jay, and he almost choked on his own spit as he was reading, and soon he was making notes right back. Big question marks, 'WTF?!'s and 'Really???' were most prominent.

"Mr Douglas, would you mind informing the class of what seems to be so distracting about your notes?" Pulman asked from the front with a raised voice.

"Nothing, sir," Jay said quickly. "Nothing at all."

"Then you wouldn't mind reading the last note you took, to illuminate us?" Pulman asked.

"Uh..." Jay looked down at the paper, resisted the urge to look at me, and then looked back up at the teacher. "I don't know if you want me to do that, sir."

"Please, enlighten us."

Jay blew out a breath, and now he did glance at me with a'Well, he insisted' expression. "The last thing I wrote is 'Holy shit, I can't believe that crazy bitch Emily made up all that shit about you because you shot her down back before Christmas.'"

I could have kissed him. To be fair, hehad written something close to it, but he'd added a few clarifying details - particularly her name - for clarity's sake.

The guffaws, followed by peals of laughter, through the class overpowered Mr Pulman's shouting for a long moment, and he stormed towards us and snatched the paper out of Jay's hands. "We'll talk about this after class," he said with a dark tone, then about-faced and headed back to the front. It took a good five minutes for him to get the class back in order, and he seemingly pretended that the whole thing hadn't happened for the next half hour while Jay and I paid strict attention without uttering a word to each other, checking our phones or anything else.

At the end of class, Pulman dismissed everyone but gave me and Jay a very clear glare, communicating without words that we should stay where we were. As the rest of the class was filing out we were like silent pariahs that everyone was whispering about and staring at, but unable to approach. Pulman went to his desk and pulled out the sheet of paper, sitting down in his chair and reading the note in full while we waited.

I was very fucking glad that I started the whole story with Emily cornering me in the classroom, and not with how she did it because of hearing about me fucking Lauren in the girl's locker room.

He must have read it two or three times before he looked up at us. "Approach," he said sternly.

Jay and I looked at each other for a moment before grabbing our stuff and standing, shuffling down the aisle of desks to him. He had the note in one hand, held lightly, and his other was flat on the desktop like he was stopping himself from either crumpling it up or clenching a fist in general.

"What you've written here, Jeremiah, is quite the accusation. It's also got some details I'm going toignore since they happened outside of school hours, off of school grounds." I had, unfortunately, just given him proof I'd fucked Ashley - and he'd probablytaught Ashley at some point since he covered the lower-grade history courses. "Are you being entirely truthful with this, ah, 'recent history' of yours, or is this embellished at all?"

"I wasn't intending to embellish anything, sir," I said. "If anything, I held back some of the creepy shit she did."

He sighed, shaking his head and looking down at the paper again. "And I assume this is in regards to the rumours that have been going on about you?"

"Isn't it a little weird that theteachers all knew about it within like, a period, sir?" Jay suggested.

"I don't have actual, like, hard evidence it was her," I said. "But a witness, someone whowould know if it was her, told me it was. I don't think she'd be willing to tell that story to teachers or anything, though."

Pulman shook his head again, looking at the note and sighing before setting it down. "And I assume there aren't any witnesses to theother event you described here at the start?"

I shook my head. "It was the end of the day, in an empty classroom," I said. "So who would believe me over her, especially if she just tried to reverse the story?"

Pulman drummed his fingers on the desk quickly and tutted softly under his breath. "Alright," he said. "Jay, pull that sort of stunt in here again and I'll walk you down to the office myself, got it?"

"Yes, sir," Jay said.

"Jeremiah, what you've described here is harassment and potential assault," Pulman said. "But I don't blame your intuition that it might not have been taken seriously, and now you're in a position of working from behind and fighting against these rumours. If anything else happens, come and tell me, alright? Iwill try to help you with it, but I can't do that if you don't speak up. Understood?"

"Understood, sir," I said.

He levelled his gaze at me. "Don't try to get back at her," he said. "That wouldn't help your case in any way." He glanced down at the note again, and I didn't need to try and read his mind to know he was thinking something along the lines of'Plus, you already fucked her sister.'

"I promise that I won't try and pursue some sort of revenge, sir," I said.

"Good," he nodded, then gestured towards the door. "You can go. Be safe out there."

Jay and I both mumbled our thanks and headed out into the corridor.

"You're really not going to do anything to her?" Jay asked a little incredulously. "Especially now that youknow it's her?"

"I don't need to," I said. "Lauren and Aidra are handling it."

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I was right, the group chat with my girls was running wild with ideas for getting back at Emily. It turns out that when you combine the creative brain power and anger of six intelligent women (apparently Annaliseand Maya had even chipped in ideas when Stacey had called Anna while she was driving) you get some pretty devious plans forming.

The reality of the situation was that 'my revenge' was probably going to be the same as it was already planned to be. I was going to fuck each of her friends, and as many of the cheerleaders as were willing. And because she apparently couldn't handle being told No, she'd either build into a rage and completely pop, or she'd break and need to beg Lauren for permission.

Of course, I had no doubt that Aidra would also heap Bad Luck magic on her too, and I almost felt bad knowing what sort of an end to her senior year that Emily was about to have.

English with Morrison went by without anything weird happening, other than Aidra acknowledging that she already had the news and quickly filling in Benji. Miss Morrisonmight have flushed a little at one point when she was coming around the room and asked how I was like she did with everyone every couple of days, but I also might have been reading into something that wasn't there.

At the end of class, we headed out into the hallway, murmuring our goodbyes to Morrison. "Alright," Aidra said. "I'll see you later, I'm going Cunt Hunting."

"Just hold on," I said, catching her arm and tugging her back to me. She let me pull her close and looked up at me with a tough expression that was hindered by her cuteness. "How about we touch base with Lauren first? Because she and the girls have been cooking in their group chat and I'd rather you go with a planned out idea than just kicking her in the uterus."

"I wore my battle boots today for a reason," she sighed. Aidra really had worn boots; thick black combat boots that might have even been steel-toed.

"Plan first," I repeated myself. "I don't want you getting suspended or expelled."

She gave me a look that said'You wouldn't let that happen' and then shrugged. "Fine," she said, grabbing my hand. "Then let's go find Lauren."

"Jesus," Benji sighed, shaking his head as he fell into step with us. "Fucking insanity."

We went and collected our lunches and met up in the Caf with Jay and Lauren. We traded news, or what news we had, and Lauren pulled me outside into the cold for a momentary private conversation.

"So Beth found me," she said. "We talked."

"OK," I said.

"I think you shook her to her fucking core, babe," Lauren said with a grin.

"How so? Or why do you think that?"

"Because it was the first real conversation we've had in years. And she kept mentioning you, and tested the waters about you giving her really personal compliments and mentioning her ass to figure out if I was actually OK with it or not," Lauren said. "I don't think she's at 'jump on your dick' yet but she's definitely started to wonder what that direction would look like."

I grunted softly and then sighed. "Look," I said. "Whatever you and Aidra decide to do about Emily... no blackmail, no coercion, right? And that includes the whole 'fuck her friends' plan. I don't need tolike Maria or the cheerleaders to have sex with them, but Beth feels different. Don't try to manipulate her into it somehow."

"Oh," Lauren said, raising her eyebrows. "Wow. That fast, huh?"

"What do you mean, 'that fast?'"

"You like her," Lauren said with a little smirk. "You don't want to hit it and quit it. You'd want something at least Tala-ish."

"I want her to have better friends," I countered. "Which includes you in particular."

"But you wouldn'tnot sleep with her," Lauren said.

I rolled my eyes. "Obviously."

"OK, that's all I need to know," my girlfriend said. "Maria, the cheerleaders, wham-bam thank you ma'am. Beth is a tier above and will be treated as such, which you're right and I do agree; she's different from the others. And speaking of tiers of hook-ups, are you doing anything with Zena today? You didn't do anything yesterday, but we were a little preoccupied."

"I don't have the spells ready yet," I said. "At least not without burning more power than I would get out of it."

"Well, you should dosomething. Tease her a bit, like extended foreplay," Lauren said.

"OK," I said. "I'll figure something out."

"Good," she replied, leaning in and wrapping her arms around me. Our clouding breath mingled in the cold as we stared into each other's eyes. "You know I'm having fun going on the hunt for girls for you to fuck, but it's only fun because I have you, right?"

I hugged her back, pulling her even closer. "I know," I said. "And you know I'd stop it all if you needed me to?"

"I know," she said. "Well... you'd stop anyoneelse. If I ever have a mental break, or someone tries to impersonate me or something, just know I'llnever willingly ask you to stop having sex with the harem. It would be too fucking cruel to stop you from loving them, and them from loving you."

"God, we're fucking weird," I sighed, squeezing her tighter.

"The best kind of weird," she chuckled.

We headed back into the caf, getting some annoyed glances and grumbles from the nearest tables as we let in a blast of cold air, and returned to our table. Aidra had, thankfully, not torn Benji and Jay to shreds or reduced them to tears.

"So what's the plan, then?" Jay asked.

"You want to help?" Lauren asked back.

"Well, yeah," he said. "You take a shot at one of us, you take a shot at all of us, right? You wouldn't let her get away with it if she was making up stuff about me."

"Are you in too, Benji?" Lauren asked.

"Um... yeah, sure," Benji said, clearly less gung-ho about getting into a vendetta feud with the mean girl clique.

"Well, we officially have a plan," Lauren said. "But it's flexible and adaptable based on arising opportunities. So if you happen to be useful and available at the time one of those opportunities comes up, I'll let you know."

"Well, if we're not doing somethingimmediately," Aidra said, drawing out the word before turning to me. "I'm stuck in detention after school, so do you wanna go find a place for a quick fuck right now?"

I almost choked on my sandwich, not being ready for her to bethat blunt. Jay went a little red in the cheeks and looked away, while Benji sort of raised his eyebrows and nodded his head down, looking past his brow in shock.

"Can I finish my sandwich first?" I mumbled after swallowing the food in my mouth.

"Sure," Aidra grinned.

"Je-sus," Jay sighed.

"It's a whole new world," Lauren said. "Better get used to it, buddy. Sorry."

He just shook his head.

"Speaking of, uh, new worlds," Benji said. "Have you thought any more about that height thing?"

"He's been a little busy, Benji," Lauren said.

"I'm sorry, dude," I said.

He shrugged. "No, I get it I guess. It's just, like, 'magic is real' but it hasn't done anything for me yet except give me fucking anxiety."

"Jesus, you can be a little bitch sometimes, huh Benji?" Aidra said.

"Hey!"

"OK, that's enough," Lauren said, holding out her hands. "No need to get nasty. And hejust helped you with that math test."

Aidra turned to me. "Are you done eating yet? Cause I wanna eat your meat."

Jay snorted so hard that his soda came out of his nose.

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Aidra had a spot in mind, and we ended up fucking in the green room set off the back of the main stage in the gym. It was mostly used for storage unless the school play was on, and we weren't in the right season for that so it was nice and private. All I had to do was use a tiny ounce of power to unlock the door, and then we were at it quick and dirty.

"Fuck, that hit the spot, Jerry," she said, running her fingers through her bangs as she sighed happily. Her ass was propped up on what looked like the front end of a fake ship, her legs still slightly spread as she caught her breath. Her panties hadn't even come off, I'd just pulled them aside, and as I was pulling up my pants she pulled them back in place. "What are the chances we make this a daily thing? Cause I fuckin' love your dick game, even when it's fast like this."

"We'll talk to Lauren," I smirked and chuckled. "Her 'do what you want' policy might not hold up to daily fucks once the seeds she's planting are ready for harvesting."

"That's fair," Aidra said, hopping down and getting her foot into the leg of her tights that wasn't dangling from her ankle still. "Plus I guess I can't hope for longer sessionsafter school if I'm getting quickiesduring school."

"Aidra..." I said.

"I know," she said, standing up and putting a hand on my chest. "I know. We're just fuckbuddies."

"You know it's not because of the deal," I said.

She smiled, a little sadly. "I know that too."

Six girlfriends, plus Aidra. She couldn't be counted in that number. Couldn't be added to the group chats - the symbolism of her addition might affect her magically because that seemed to be half of what magicwas. We couldn't make anything official, even if I wanted it and she wanted it and we both knew the other wanted it.

I already felt like she was one of them. One of us. But she just couldn't be.

"So you're fucking Zena, then?" Aidra asked. "Lauren didn't tell me much about that."

"Eventually," I said. "She has... wants that I need to work on."

Aidra raised an eyebrow, but I didn't explain further. "Well, you can use this room if you need to," she said. "It's not exactly abig secret, but as far as I know only the janitors and the front office have keys to it when it isn't School Play season."

"I'll keep that in mind," I said, moving to her and picking her up by her petite waist, lifting her back onto the fake boat so I could kiss her. Our tongues teased and then started trading places, battling amidst our lips. She moaned softly, her hands coming up to cradle my jaw on both sides, and I was holding her outer thighs.

"Fuck," she finally gasped as the kiss ended. "Fuck."

"We did," I chuckled.

She gave me a look. "You know what I mean?"

"I know," I nodded.

We just couldn't say it.

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"Follow me," I said, my voice low.

Zena spun, surprised because I'd come up behind her quietly in between third and fourth periods. As soon as we made eye contact I turned and started walking down the corridor, making her rush a little - I'd planned it that way, knowing that the 'being ordered' was part of the kink she wanted to indulge in. I heard a locker slam shut quickly and knew she was following.

I led her around a couple of turns and we ended up in one of the three back stairwells. Each one had a door on the ground floor that led outside, and in the fall and spring there was usually some activity between each period as people cut around the building or just wanted to grab some fresh air, but in early January that didn't happen. The stairway wasn'tempty, with students going up and down, but we had semi-privacy when we went to the outer doors.

Once I got there, I turned and found that Zena had followed just as ordered, and was biting her plump lower lip hard. The tall, black girl had her braids held back by a bandana for the day and was wearing a Track Team grad hoodie and sweatpants that sat a little low on her hips.

"You OK?" I asked, transitioning out of the 'command' mode that I'd first used to utter her order. "Any questions about..." I circled my finger, indicating everything going around the school.

"No- I mean yes, I'm good. No questions," she said. "I know Lauren, and I know you. Not to mention your... other job. If that stuff was true you'd be the dumbest, laziest... yeah."

"Now if only everyone else could buy in on that realisation," I sighed.

"Hey, I'm doing my part," Zena said. "I shut it down whenever someone tries to bring it up."

"Thanks," I said. "It's not that important in the grand scheme of things, but it's... annoying."

"I bet," she said. She leaned over, looking up through the stairwell, but there were still a few people coming down so she refocused on me. "Is this, like, 'step one' or...?"

"I'm not finished preparing for what you were talking about specifically yet, so I thought we'd start... slow."

"So we're-?"

"Mhmm," I nodded. A couple of sophomore girls were chatting about something inane as they reached the bottom of the stairs and headed through the heavy fire doors into the school proper.

Zena glanced up through the stairwell again. Someone was in there with us still, high up. Maybe heading from the second to the third floor. We didn't exactly have a lot to talk about, so we just stood quietly as we waited for the footsteps clomping up the stairs to stop and then the sound of the door closing to echo down. When it finally happened we both sighed.

"Come here," I said, putting on my commanding voice again as I stepped into the space under the stairwell that would block the view of us if someone did come through the fire door.

"Yes, sir," Zena said, coming close under the shadow of the stairs. I reached around her and pulled her to me with one hand on her firm, powerful ass, my other sliding up under her hoodie and heading for her chest. Our lips met, and the kiss was nervous and tentative and hungry and passionate all at once.

My hand found her sports bra and grabbed her small breast roughly as our tongues started to entwine, she moaned softly as I found her nipple through the thick fabric and gave it a pinch. I had half my attention on her and the other half on the stairwell, listening for the sound of the doors opening - the easy answer would be for me to make a one-way sound-blocking spell around us so that we couldn't be heard, but that felt sort of like cheating for the kink of us doing something dangerous and not getting caught. The hand I had on her ass gripped and massaged, pulling her against me even as I turned us and she leaned back against the wall under the stairs.

When her hands slid from my sides to my jeans, trying to start undoing them, I pulled away from the kiss abruptly. "Mm-mm," I hummed softly but demanding. "I decide what sort of play we engage in. Got it?"

She was breathing deeply, pushing her chest up into my hand, and nodded her understanding.

"Good girl," I said firmly and kissed her one more time before letting go of her completely and bracing my hands on either side of her on the wall. I'd been doing some thinking about how Zena had talked about the power kink she had; the whole being ordered to do things and having no control made me think that she might get off a bit on being made to feel small, so even though she was a tall girl with legs for days, with her leaning back against the wall I was still able to loom over her a bit and give myself a bigger presence. "Now, pull those sweatpants down to your thighs."

She bit her big lower lip, her eyes darting towards the underside of the stairs as if she could confirm no one was there, and then quickly pushed her pants from her hips down to her dark, smooth thighs, revealing she'd been wearing a black thong underneath - though it wasn't quite black enough to hide the wet spot that had already started forming from her being turned on.

"And?" I prompted her imperiously.

She quickly lowered her thong as well, the thin fabric clinging to her pussy for a moment before releasing. Her lips were pouty, the inner labia a little knot of waves leading down and lacking any sort of prominent clit hood. Zena really was about as black as a person could get and her mound was silky smooth ebony.

With her flashing me, I looked up from her pussy to her eyes and met her gaze, seeing how horny she was getting as she continued to breathe deeply and watch me intently.

"Now the sweater," I said, soft and stern.

She pulled up the bottom of her hoodie, revealing her toned stomach and hooked her fingers under her athletic bra on the way. Her breasts were small, maybe the size of Stacey's before I'd given her a magical bump, and her areolas were just one minute shade darker while her nipples were broad but very short, more like soft domes than protruding points.

"Very nice," I complimented her, raising a hand and trailing my thumb down the middle of her lips before bringing it to her left nipple and softly pinching it.

"Ungh, thank you, sir," she mumbled.

Rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, I raised my other hand and presented her with my ring and middle finger. She opened her mouth obediently and I slid them in - she immediately closed her lips around them and sucked on them.

"Very good girl," I crooned.

God, I wanted to fuck her. Not even two hours ago I'd been slamming Aidra in the green room behind the stage, and I was already revved up and ready to go. Even just getting Zena's lips around my cock would have been glorious - but I didn't want to risk wasting the New Fuck Bump in my magical gains by rushing things. Doing it right and triggering her big kink was more likely to lead to a better gain, and it would be way better sex for her.

I pulled my fingers from between her lips slowly, letting her lash them with her tongue a few seconds more before lowering them to her pussy and gently letting the now spit-slick digits slide across her labia. The first touch had her quivering and sucking in a breath.

Playing with her a little, I took my time, letting my fingers trace the folds of her cunt and spread her spit and slowly leaking juices around. I found her clit, a little hidden button, and teased it briefly but enough to have her humping her hips. My other hand swapped breasts, leaving her now pebble-hard nipple and starting to work on the other.

"Soon, Zena," I said, almost growling as I remained quiet. "You're going to end up being my obedient fuck toy for my- What did you call my cock?"

"Your fat white sausage," Zena breathed out in a whimper, closing her eyes as the little shocks of pleasure rolled up through her.

"And where's thatfat white sausage going to go?"

"In my mouth," she breathed. "In my tight little black pussy. And gaping my fine black ass."

"And when that happens, what are you going to be?"

"Your little black fucktoy, sir," she moaned.

I still wasn't sure about parcipating in the race-based dirty talk too, even if she seemed to want it the way she kept bringing it up. Crackingthat particular nut open was a step I hadn't really taken yet. "That's right," I said instead, easing my middle finger into her pussy. She was slick and wet, and I watched her taut stomach flutter a little as she moaned with the insertion. I quickly added my ring finger and immediately started the scooping motion needed to find her G-spot.

"Holyfuck," she moaned, louder than before.

Then I had to clamp my hand over her mouth because a door opened above us. She looked at me with big, wide eyes as we listened to the footsteps of someone starting to descend the stairs. I smiled, just a little, and started moving my fingers inside of her again, brushing against that little spongy spot on the front side of her inner pussy. She blinked, panicking, her jaw clamped shut underneath my hand.

The footsteps changed - they were on the second floor now, circling to come down to the first.

Zena looked at me with a pleading expression in her eyes, but I kept going - her juices were flowing out of her around my fingers so I knew the situation was raising the sexual tension and arousal to new heights for her.

I got my thumb between the folds of her pussy and found her clit as I continued tapping on her g-spot. Her hips thrust forward, trying to hump on reflex. She was breathing heavily through her nose.

The footsteps passed right over us in the stairwell.

Zena's eyes rolled up and her body started to quake.

The footsteps hit the ground floor and a moment later the door to the stairwell opened and they left, the door shutting.

Zena let out a keening note from her chest and through her clamped jaw and my covering hand as she came, her whole body bouncing in sudden jerks as her core muscles flexed like crazy and she rode her orgasm until she fell forward towards me. I caught her, letting go of her mouth and pulling my fingers from her pussy, and helped her lean back against the wall again as she panted heavily and blinked herself back to reality.

"Holy fucking God," she finally said, shaking her head hard enough that the beads woven into her braids clattered a little. She blew out another breath and focused on me.

"You're a very, very good fucktoy," I said, raising my fingers to her mouth with them still covered in the clear, slightly gooey juices of her excretions.

"Mmmm," she hummed, immediately letting me slide them between her lips and sucking her taste off of them. Then she went a step further and used her tongue to clean the taste of her off the rest of my hand. "Thank you, sir," she said.

I took the initiative to end things, gently pulling her thong up to her waist followed by her sweatpants, then her athletic bra and hoodie down.

"So?" I asked as I stepped back a little. "Good taste test for your kink?"

"Jerry," she said, adjusting her clothes for a moment before stepping out from under the stairs with me. "That was fuckingamazing. You didn't use any magic?"

"Nope," I shook my head.

"My guy, that... just your fuckingfingers. Holy fuck."

I smirked a little. "I've been getting some practice."

Zena snorted and then laughed. "Yeah, OK, that could be it."

"Here," I said, pulling a folded piece of paper from my back pocket. It hadn't been hard at all to magic a realistic-looking copy of an Excused Tardiness slip from the main office. "Just give that to your teacher and you should be good."

"Good thinking," she said, nodding as she saw what it was. Then she let out another breath and shook her head again. "Seriously? Whenever you want to pull the trigger, make me your little bitch. I'm gonna be walking around school horny constantly, but not knowing we were going to do this made it even better."

"I'll keep that in mind," I said with a grin, then stepped forward and pulled her into a hug as I kissed her lightly. "Have a good rest of your day."

"You too," she said, giving me one last little peck before stepping away and heading for the door. Before she got there she turned and looked back at me again, a hungry look in her eyes. "Next time, I'm getting a taste of that sausage."

"Next time," I agreed with a grin.

***---***---***

"Jerry got rave reviews today," Lauren said.

"Oooh, do tell," Lindsey grinned as she sat down on the couch next to me and immediately curled up and leaned into me.

Lauren and I had teleportaled straight from school to the penthouse since Annalise and Maya were due to arrive any time, and while Stacey was out at a class Lindsey and Leandro had both been home. I'd ended up picking her up off the ground, holding her up by her ass as she kissed me ferociously and clung to me like a koala - it was a move that was reminiscent of Aidra but hit differently from the taller, curvier woman I loved. Not better, just different.

Once the hello kisses and hugs had been traded, we'd left the bedroom and entered the main living area of the Penthouse. The girls hadn't made any major changes in the few days since Lauren and I had left, but it already felt a little more lived-in. Hearing our voices, Leandro had come out from the back hall where his room was but I'd waved him off for now - we had an errand to run, but that was going to need to wait until later.

"Lauren," I sighed, wrapping my arm around Lindsey and hugging her closer while Lauren laughed and sat in the plush chair next to the sofa, kicking up her feet and sitting sideways.

"Well, he got a quickie from Aidra," Lauren reported. "And she's still infatuated, obviously."

"Obviously," Lindsey agreed.

"Obviously?" I asked.

They both looked at me as if I was being purposefully silly and then turned back to each other.

"But he also had a thing with Zena, and she said that she thinks she's going to be horny for the next week after what he did. But she wouldn't give me details," Lauren continued.

"She's the black girl from your track team, right?"

"Right. Well, one of them. But Zena is the Captain."

"So what did you do to her?" Lindsey asked, flashing me her winning smile.

I groaned, and they cajoled me a little before I sighed and held up my hands in surrender. "I brought her to the back stairwell near the parking lot right at the end of period changeover and I... ordered her around a little. And fingered her to an orgasm."

"Kinky," Lindsey chuckled.

"Wait, that was it?" Lauren asked. "Not even, like, a blowjob or eating her out? Just fingers?"

"Well, it was probably more the situation than just my fingers," I said.

"Speaking of fingers," Lindsey murmured, taking my hand in hers from where it was holding her opposite shoulder and pulling it down to cup her boob. She was wearing a t-shirt and clearly wasn't wearing a bra, so I had a handful of glorious squishy breast under thin fabric.

"But that's not even all," Lauren said. "Healso made a big impression on Beth."

I shook my head, looking up at the ceiling.

"Oh, hush, babe," Lauren said. I noticed she was using that pet name for me more and more, picking it up from Angie. "We already discussed her, I'm just making sure Lindsey knows just how popular and sexy you are."

"To be fair, I loved you before the popular part," Lindsey said, leaning her head over to kiss my wrist. "You've always been sexy in a cute, boyishly handsome sort of way at the very least."

"Can we stop listing my positive interactions for a minute and talk about-" I was cut off by our phones all vibrating one after another. Lauren's went off first and she was already reading the text as Linds and I were picking up ours.

"They're here!" Lauren said, standing up from her chair.

"Damn," Lindsey said. "I was hoping for a quick fuck before they got here." She was only half-joking.

We ended up heading down to the basement garage to help with the luggage. As the three of us piled out of the elevator I was immediately left in the dust as both my blonde girlfriends rushed towards the two busty brunettes where they were unloading the truck. Despite Annalise not being a 'girly girl' (not that Lauren really was most of the time either), apparently, the excited energy was shared as all four women started hugging and talking a mile a minute. As I followed up I noticed both Lindsey and Lauren giving Annalise kisses at the corner of her lips, rather than right on, and keeping them short. I had to remind myself that while Annalise was happy to play with the others in the heat of sex, she was probably the least bisexual woman in my group of girlfriends.

My super-busty girlfriend was finally released from the blonde duo as Lauren and Lindsey's attention focused on Maya, who was definitely the talker of the two brunettes. That meant that I could take Annalise's hands and pull her a step or two away and into a full-bodied hug as I groaned happily, feeling her in my arms again.

"Hi," she said, not tentatively but with some nerves.

"Hello, gorgeous," I replied, leaning away a little at the hips so I could look down at her. I swept my fingers through her hair, pulling it from her face. Her eyes, with that hooded look she always had, were welling up a little. "Not time for a kiss?" I asked softly.

"Definitely time for a kiss," she countered, and I leaned in to let our lips meet in a soft and tender smooch that lingered for a long time. No tongue, but lots of lip as we took a moment to reintroduce ourselves to each other - she really hadn't been gonethat long, but so much had happened for both of us that we needed that moment.

When the kiss finally ended I rested my forehead against hers, keeping our faces close enough that our noses were touching. "I missed you," I murmured. "No problems on the last bit of the drive?"

"No, no problems," Annalise said. "I missed you too."

I squeezed her in a hug again. That was more than enough for me. When she was ready to talk about the meetings with her older brothers, and dealing with the stuff with her mother and father, she would let me know.

Between salvaging stuff from their old house before the weather pulled the ruin apart, Annalise grabbing anything important to her from her old apartment, and purchases made before they left and while on the road, the bed of the truck was layered with pieces of luggage and plastic totes and after one more little kiss with Anna, I went to help get them unloaded from the truck. I was lifting a heavy duffle bag down to the ground when I had a busty body crash into me from behind, squeezing me in a tight hug.

"Hi, brother-in-law," Maya said. "And I know you and Annalise aren't talking about marriage or whatever, but she's part of your harem so that's like practically being family or whatever, so I'm going with that."

I chuckled, setting down the bag and pivoting a little at the waist to get an arm around her shoulders while trying to ignore the feeling of her breasts pressed against me. "Hey, Maya," I said, grinning and shaking my head. "Welcome home."

Those two words were like I'd flipped a switch and Maya went from grinning up at me with a bright smile to her lower lip quivering in an emotional pout and her eyes starting to water. She buried her face against my side right as the first big, fat tear started to spill out. Then I was rocked as Annalise crashed into my other side, just as emotional as her sister.

It took a few minutes of me just standing there holding them, and Lauren and Lindsey joining in to hug them from behind, for either woman to get themselves together.

"It's just, after everything that's happened..." Maya said.

"It feels really good tohave a home," Annalise finished for her. "We've been talking about that a lot on the drive up."

I used a thumb to wipe some of the tears from Annalise's cheek and leaned in to kiss her forehead. "I'm the lucky one," I said.

And for some reason, even though I was just telling the truth, that got allfour of them going in on me. Apparently, I wasn't allowed to downplay what I'd been doing.

We grabbed the first load of stuff and Lindsey stayed down by the truck to watch over the rest while we took the elevator up to the Penthouse. When I let them into the apartment Maya dropped the bag she was holding as she looked out across the city from the big wall of windows and muttered, "Holy shit."

"Language," Annalise murmured, but she was pretty stunned as well as she looked around.

It was funny - I'd already gotten used to the space so it didn't feel particularly special to me anymore until I saw their reactions and reminded myself how impressive the place really was. The big, high-ceilinged main living area was fairly expansive, stretching more than half the building. The furniture was plush and rich and looked like new after I'd fixed the damage from the ghost ninja attack. I knew the girls had some thoughts on changes they wanted to make to modernise the decor a bit more, but overall it was already pretty damn nice.

Leandro came out, hearing our voices again from his room in the back, and I introduced him to Annalise and Maya. I wasn't sure how I felt about the considering look Maya gave the thirty-something-year-old, but my burgeoning concern was put to rest pretty quickly.

"You're supposed to be a bodyguard for us, right?" Annalise asked him.

"That is the task given to me by L- Jeremiah," Leandro nodded. He was still struggling with being less formal with my title.

"Alright, well, if you fuck with my familyI'm the kind of girl who will take drastic measures," she said, and manifested a ball of fire in her hands that spun like a little menacing sun. The light wasn't quite blinding, but I had a feeling she did that on purpose, and I could feel the heat of it like a hot campfire from several feet away.

"Understood, Lady Annalise," Leandro said, his eyes having gone a little wider as he looked her in the eye.

"Good," she said, and closed her hand on the fire, making it disappear.

I leaned closer to Lauren. "Remind me to cast a fire-resistance spell on all walls, furniture and bed sheets," I murmured.

"Yep," Lauren nodded.

We dumped all the stuff in the living room and recruited Leandro to come help with the second load. Between him and Lindsey we were able to cram everything into two more elevator trips between us all, and Lauren and Lindsey showed Maya and Annalise over to the back bedrooms while I was left with Leandro.

"All good?" I asked him.

"No threats that I've seen," he said.

"I meant adjusting to living here, but good to know."

"Oh," he said, looking out over the city. It was an overcast January day so it wasn't exactlynice out, but the view of the park and river was still great. "It's been... restful."

"You sound unsure about that," I smirked a little.

"I'm used to being constantly on the move. Always making sure I would have enough to survive another day or two," he sighed. "This task you've given me is much more... sedentary."

I snorted softly. "So you're saying you're bored."

He opened his mouth, clearly wanting to say no, but also feeling the yes.

"What did you do when you were at the Rock and guarding the sword?" I asked.

"Training," he said. "We were always training. And with an entire order, we were able to leave on training excursions for weeks or even months at a time."

"Well, with Annalise here you don't need to feel quite so stuck to the building," I said. "Or to the girls. Lindsey mentioned she noticed you following her yesterday."

"I wasn't sure where you wanted me to put my focus, so I was attempting to learn her routine," he said. "If Lady Lindsey felt uncomfortable-"

"No, she said it was fine," I assured him. "And that makes sense. I don't know if Lindshas a routine, necessarily. Look, we'll figure out what sort of things you need to focus on. And we're definitely going to get you some equipment this afternoon, I just need some time with Annalise, alright?"

He nodded deferentially, which was still a little weird for me, and we went to the back hall. He headed for his room, and Annalise came out of the one that Maya seemed to have picked and found me alone. I reached for her and she took my hand, letting me lead her back out into the living area and past it towards the master bedroom. She sighed as we entered, and I closed the door and hugged her from behind.

Annalise leaned back against me a little.

"You're home," I said, repeating myself from downstairs.

We ended up on the bed, but fully clothed. I sat with my back to the headboard and she sat in front of me, still leaning back as I held her and she cried. She was awash with emotions, and bit by bit she told me all the details she'd held back from her quick updates over the phone. How her brothers had taken the tsunami of news she'd had to release on them - magic was real, their mother was dead, their father had done it, along with attempting to experiment on Annalise and likely had planned to do the same to Maya. How he was still out there somewhere in the world, being protected by a supremely powerful being. How she was the willing concubine-girlfriend ofanother person like that.

That last one, at least, got a chuckle out of her. The only reason I was OK with them calling themselves my concubines in the first place was because they said it as a half-joke.

We were interrupted by a soft knock on the door and Lindsey poked her head in before entering. "I expected some serious fucking to be going on," she said with a little smile. "But I guess this makes more sense. Do you want-?"

Annalise shook her head, reaching a hand out to Linds. "No, come on."

Lindsey climbed up on the bed and sat cross-legged next to us, taking Annalise's hand and holding it. The story shifted, all the big emotional stuff mostly handled, and she told us about the final decision-making that Maya was going to come live up here with us, and the drive up over the last few days. She had some silly stories about the places they'd stopped, putting the cash I'd given them to use as they checked out a 'Reptile World' and several 'World's Biggest' locations.

"I think I'm going to set up over in the bedroom next to Maya," Annalise ended her story. "I just- I think I need some space to get used to all of this, and I want to be close to her."

"And you want to make sure she's not flirting with Leandro," Lindsey guessed with a smirk.

"No, actually," Annalise chuckled. "She's- I made a deal with her about boys, and I think she'll stick to it."

"Want to share what the deal is?" Lindsey asked.

Annalise flushed a little, leaning back against me a bit more. "Someone is going to be her first, but not until next year. That's when I need to start worrying about her getting interested in other boys or men."

"Are you sure?" I asked. "That's a big-"

"I'm sure, Jerry," she cut me off. "You're only a year older than her, so you two together would make more sense than us if this were a normal situation. And I know you'll treat her like a princess, which she deserves. Especially after everything else."

I wasn't sure how I felt about making a plan like that for a year in advance, but that was a hurdle I could cross much further down the road. For now, it meant Annalise and Maya wouldn't be at odds in the house, and they needed each other.

"So..." Lindsey said slowly. "Now is it time for sex?"

"She's been horny since I got here earlier," I chuckled, giving Annalise a squeeze as I filled her in.

"Hey now," Lindsey said with a grin. "I've been horny for way longer than that."

I begged off for the moment, however, promising them both that we'd have our sexual reunion later that evening - for now, I had to get an errand done with Leandro.

"Where are you even going toget him the sort of stuff he needs?" Annalise asked. "He uses swords, doesn't he?"

"I don't know where to get him a proper, usable sword," I said. "But that's probably what Google is for if he doesn't know himself. He doesn'tjust use swords though, and this is America. There's a gun show going onsomewhere."

***---***---***

Starkville, Mississippi

The old fairground smelled like a weird amalgamation of livestock and oil. The main building looked more like a weathered barn than some sort of community centre, but then I guessed that was why it was called theold fairground. The gun show was advertised on a crappy community website, and the poster looked like it had been designed by someone who had recently learned about clipart.

Seventy-five vendors filled the building, and after paying our $5 entrance fee, Leandro and I began to browse.

"Like what you see there, fellas?" asked the man behind the table we were slowly passing. He looked about as ancient as the building and was sporting a shock white moustache on his chubby face.

Leandro glanced at me and I nodded slightly, letting him take the lead. He knew what he wanted, after all. "Talk to me about the SIG there," he said, gesturing to a rifle that looked distinctly military to me. I hadvery little knowledge of firearms - I probably knew more about phasers and blasters than I did real-world gun brands.

I'd quickly learned two interesting things at the Gun Show. The first was that everyone was surprisingly friendly despite what I would have considered an imperial shitload of weaponry being displayed on tables, and maybe one in three people with pistols holstered on their hips. The second was that no one batted an eye at Leandro's distinct accent. If you were there to buy, and seemed to know what you were doing, people were happy to chat your ear off.

"And what about the Rugers?" Leandro asked after getting the man's sales pitch on the rifle. A new one sparked up about the pistols in question, and the nitty-gritty differences between them and the Smith & Wesson revolvers the man was also selling.

"What do you think, Jeremiah?" Leandro ended up asking me.

"I think you're the one who knows what he's doing, I'm just the investor," I said.

"You fellas into something together, then?" the old gun seller asked.

"I inherited an old firearms store," I said. "My uncle passed, and he hadn't actually opened the place in almost a decade. When I found out it still had about half its stock I figured I'd invest into it instead of selling it off. My friend here is going to be the lead gunsmith and manager."

"Well, I'm sorry for your loss, son," the old man said.

"We're looking to fill out the general stock, and acquire some interesting showpieces," Leandro said.

"Whereabouts are ye from?" the seller asked. "I might know the old shop."

This, of course, was the danger of our cover story - people who would reasonably know the area we were supposedly from. "Little place in the north end of Wisconsin," I said. The likelihood of him knowing a store that far north was low. "We're doing a bit of a tour, checking out different shows as we stock up."

"Right, right," the old man nodded. "Makes sense. Well, if you're looking forinteresting pieces, you should check out Herman's booth down at the end of this row. He's a good man and a fine collector who inherited his Pappy's old World War One trophy collection."

"Well be sure to," I nodded, then looked at Leandro.

They bartered over the rifle and then bundled in the two pistols. I had no fucking clue if they ended at a good price or not, but when I mentioned I was paying cash the old man grinned with a glint in his eye and nodded knowingly, and suddenly the price dropped an additional $200. I paid, and we arranged to pick up the purchases from the old man on our way out and wandered back into the crowd.

It all felt too easy, too casual. We'd just bought three firearms with little more than a handshake, trading cash for a handwritten receipt, and promising that we'd be shipping the handguns to our licensed shop and not crossing state boundaries with them. But then, that was why we'd picked a gun show in Mississippi, and why we targeted a private seller instead of someone from a store - no background checks needed.

"I have literally no idea how much you think you need," I murmured to Leandro. "So just let me know when you think you're stocked up."

He nodded, and we continued weaving through the show.

***---***---***

Cedar City, Utah

"If we bundle all that together, where are we at?" Leandro asked.

"All of it together will run you..." the man said as he started tapping on a big calculator, and he muttered under his breath as he counted the boxes of ammunition.

Different city, different State, but it felt like we'd walked out of one part of a show and into another room of the same event.

"$1500, but I'll knock it down to an even $1400," the guy said. He fixed his glasses and glanced back up at Leandro for approval.

"Keep it at fifteen but throw in a couple of those cut-resistant vests," Leandro suggested.

The funny thing about firearms was that a retailer had to do background checks on the firearms themselves, but not on the ammo, so we were able to do a deal with an actual shop at this show. And shops hadstuff.

"Done," the guy said, thrusting out his hand, and we both shook it before I started peeling off bills from the cash I'd brought. "Nice doin' business with you fellas."

"You too," I said, handing him the last hundred in twenties. He boxed up the bullets for us, and we both hefted a box after Leandro tucked the protective vests under his arm.

"I think that's it," Leandro said. "Except for... you know."

"I know," I nodded. "I had an idea for that." I led him to one side of the gymnasium - I was still a little surprised that they were holding a gun show in an elementary school gym, but then it wasn't like there was school running on a Wednesday night. I bet the janitors had to do areally good job making sure nothing got left behind at the end of the night, though.

I took a couple of steps up the stairs that led to the stage and focused internally for a moment, building up a spell that I'd been considering - I'd done 'magic vision' before, and I'd used a spell to identify the intruders at Other Anna's office during the humanista attack, so now I combined the two. I'd originally been thinking about using it at school to make sure I knew of all the Ascended that were around me day-to-day, but it would work just as well here.

I blinked my eyes open and everything had a slightly green tinge to it as I looked over the crowd in the gymnasium and spotted one solitary aura emanating from two aisles over on the left side of the room.

"Come on, one more stop," I said, nodding Leandro in that direction as I let the spell fade. We wove our way through the wandering show-goers, carrying our boxes of ammunition, and I stopped in front of a table that looked more like it was set up for a ComicCon than it was a gun show. The guy had a banner behind him proclaiming that the 2nd Amendment was a Divine Right handed down by the Founding Fathers, who I assume were the old men depicted as angels flying around the graphic. His table had a variety of pamphlets on offer, three different books that looked self-published on topics like 'When You Can Shoot' and 'You and Your Trigger Finger: An Intimate Poetry Expose,' and dead centre on his table he was selling hand-carved wooden grips for a variety common handguns, along with a portfolio binder of examples of shotgun and rifle stocks he'd done custom in the past.

The man himself was tall and a little reedy, his brown hair hanging lank down to his shoulders as it brushed against the denim vest he was wearing over an equally denim dress shirt. The vest was covered in patches, almost all of them a version of the American flag. Somehow, though, it was his glasses that were his most prominent feature - thick bottle glasses that made his eyes look twice as big due to the severe prescription. I could only imagine how much shit the guy had taken as a kid if he'd needed to wear them then.

"Hello," I said, taking the lead this time.

"Howdy," the guy said, grinning and showing off his misaligned teeth. "Can I interest you in a treatise on why the Founding Fathers intended every man, woman and child to own a musket for home defence? It really is quite illuminating about our God-given freedoms-"

"Hi," I said again, cutting him off and leaning forward a little as I set my box of bullets down on the edge of his table. "You know who I am."

He frowned and blinked, then leaned forward as he narrowed his eyes behind his thick glasses. "I don't-" His eyes went wide as he finally placed me, and he almost fell backwards as he stumbled back into his chair behind the display table. "Holy mother of-! It's- It's you, uh, sir, uh, what do I- How? Why? I mean-"

"Calm down," I said, glancing around and seeing people were taking looks over towards us. "You're not in trouble."

"I'm not? I mean, yeah, of course I'm not. Um, right. So. What, uh, can I do for... you?" He clearly didn't know what he should call me.

"I need to find someone," I said, lowering my voice a bit. "You might have an idea of the kind of person I need to find. Someone who sells items sort of likethis," I gestured around the gun show. "But for people likeus."

"... Right," he said after a moment. "Someone like... us? Don't you-?"

"I don't need them, but I have people that do," I said.

"Right, right," the guy said, nodding and glancing at Leandro, who scowled at him. "I don't have anything like that, but I know there's a group that does. The, uh, you know about the Parthenon?"

"I do," I nodded.

"Well, they always have someone out lookin' for stuff like that, and I've heard they make stuff too sometimes," he said. "But I ain't never seen 'em myself, I'm not interested in no cults." I chose not to mention the wildly culty banner behind him. "But there's this guy, right? I only met him once, but he was like this... tinkerer, sort of? Like an inventor and shit. Scared the crap out of me though; I mean, I'm all for everyone bein' an armed popular militia and all, but this guy was likereal big into, uh, 'proactive policing' I guess you'd call it."

"And he has the sort of stuff I might be looking for?" I asked.

"If he ain't got it, he can probably make it," the gun nut nodded.

"What's his name, and where can I find him?"

"He said his name was Bobby, that was the only name he gave me. And I don't know where he lives, but he told me if I was ever lookin' to drop some serious cash for 'serious business' I should find him out in Tuba City down in Arizona. He said just ask for him at the KFC."

I had to process that one for a moment, my jaw hanging a little open. "Ask for him... at the KFC?"

"I dunno, man. Maybe he owns it or something? Like an investment?"

"Alright," I said, looking at Leandro. "Apparently we're making one more stop on the trip."

"Tuba City," my oathsworn bodyguard sighed. "Your country has such a... colourful way of naming things."

"Um..." the guy said. "Uh, Mr- Uh...?"

"Thanks for the help," I said.

"Any shot you could do me a favour back?"

I frowned. "That depends. What is it?"

"Well..."

***---***---***

"Is this really necessary?" Leandro asked me.

"He gave us solid directions to someone who might have, or know where we can get, a magic sword or something equally useful," I said. "We can spare the fifteen minutes."

"It just seems a little excessive," Leandro sighed.

"Alright, I'm ready!" Shelton, the gun nut, called out. He'd shown me a picture of his home about an hour outside of Cedar City, and a pin of it on a map, and I'd teleportaled us out there. Now he was strapped into what I could only think to call a homemade rocket in the field behind his house.

I gave him a thumbs-up, and he started his ignition sequence.

"What if he just blows up?" Leandro asked.

"I cast a simple fire-resistance spell on him, so he'll be scorched but otherwise alright."

"What about the concussive force? He's got... at least three propane tanks hooked up to that thing."

"Fuck," I sighed, and quickly cast another spell on Shelton as he bounced on the kitchen chair that was his rocket's command seat. For the next three minutes, his body would absorb kinetic strikes, and I doubled that on his eardrums. "We should probably back up a bit."

We did and watched from about a football field away as Shelton started counting down on his fingers before slamming his fist into a big red button. There was a thrum, and then smoke started pouring from the engine ports. And then fire blew out the bottom, and the entire rickety metal structure started to rise into the air.

"Holy shit," I said.

"He... actually made it fly," Leandro gaped.

The vaguely spaceship-shaped contraption lifted almost twenty feet off the ground and then another set of engines kicked in like afterburners and it started lifting even faster. The sound was immense, and the smoke poured out thick and black, as the entire thing shot upwards like out of a slingshot, raising another hundred feet before reaching the end of its life as the engines all cut out at once. It hung there in the air, reaching the zenith of its lift, slowly turning in mid-air.

And then it blew up.

I raised a shield and bits of metal pinged off of it. Shelton's house wasn't so lucky.

Thankfully I spotted him flying out towards the east and I scooped up all the smoke with my mind and made it into a dense pillow as he fell into the empty farmer's field about three hundred yards away. He landed with a heavy black poof of smoke and then bounced to his feet. The echo of his delighted shouts were almost drowned out by the ringing in our ears.

"We can go now," I said, needing to talk loudly.

"Was that really worth it?"

"No," I said as I led him towards Shelton's front door so we could teleportal back home and drop the ammo with the guns in his room at the penthouse. "But at least he's happy."

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