Font of Fertility Ch. 01

I hadn't thought about it, but this angle meant my dick was running up the front wall of her vagina and glancing off her g-spot. She started growling again, something primal and I thought it was awesome. "Pull on your nipples," I said, and she did, tweaking them way harder than I ever would have. I kept one arm around her abdomen, keeping her pinned to me with her tits slapping off the top of it as we bounced together, the other I snaked down and found her clit and pinched lightly.

She went off with a howl, her pussy clamping to the point I had to stop thrusting even though I was so close I could practically taste my orgasm. She shuddered violently for just a moment and I could feel wetness dripping down my groin and legs where her juices were leaking profusely. If I'd pulled out she probably would have been squirting again. Instead, though, I was stuck underneath her as she went dead limbed for a brief moment, then rustled as she caught on to herself again.

"Holy shit, you're not done, are you?" She asked, looking at me sideways.

"Nope, close though," I managed to groan out.

"Fucking good, flip us over and do me from behind. Drill me till you're done."

My cock quaked when she said it, and I wasn't about to argue. I rolled us over without pulling out of her and she spread her legs a bit to encourage my access. Otherwise, she could barely rock back towards me, she was so drained. It was up to me, so I went for it.

Slamming into her, my dick felt like a hot metal rod I was pushing through butter. "Ooooh fuck," I said as I thrust into her repeatedly, jacking up my rhythm until the room was filled with the slap-slap-slap of my pelvis ramming into her ass and legs. "Alright, I'm almost there."

"Ugh, ok. This feels so fucking good babe. Just keep hammering me. Just keep... oooh yeah, fuck. Ok, are you gonna come in me babe? I really fucking want to feel your hot jizz all fucking over. Just fucking fill me up."

That nearly sent me over the edge. I leaned forward and took a handful of her hair close to the scalp, pulling her head back towards me lightly and arching her back. "What was it she called you?"

"Oooooh, I'm a little fucking cumdumpster."

And I went off. I yanked her hair just a fraction more and she growled again, deep in her throat, and at the same time I jammed my dick into her as far as I could and fired off one, two, three jets of cum. Thinking quickly I suddenly pulled out and let go of Lauren, jerking myself twice and then shooting another three blasts onto her ass and bright pink pussy. I got off another couple dribbles that splattered farther along her ass cheeks.

"Oh fuck that feels so fucking good," she said, panting as she stayed laying down, "Warm and gooey, like I'm full of you." One arm came back and as I watched she managed to scoop a finger full of cum out from her ass crack and brought it to her mouth, sucking it down raunchily. "Fuck, one of these days I'm gonna get you to just shoot off in my mouth. But damn, Jeremiah, it feels so fucking naughty having you paint my pussy with your cum."

My dick jerked again involuntarily. When did she get that mouth on her?

*** 3 - Afternoon Fades ***

We laid there for almost twenty minutes, covered in sweat and struggling to remain awake as we just enjoyed being in each other's arms. Lauren transferred another finger or two of cum from her pussy to her mouth during that time, keeping it from just dripping onto her already messed up bedsheets. Watching her, it was like she really enjoyed it, and I had to wonder if it was my magic dick or if Lauren just happened to really like the taste of cum.

We cuddled, curled up into each other, legs intertwined. We had about fifteen minutes until Lauren's parents would be home when she sighed and spoke up. "So, I think I want you to fuck my sister next."

"Wait, what?" The shock and confusion I was feeling was evident.

"Well," Lauren continued, not meeting my gaze, "Adama, that magical black pixie or whatever, she said you had to fuck a lot, and that we couldn't get you enough juice by ourselves. So if you have to make a harem or whatever, I think you should start with my sister."

"O-... OK, but why her? You really want me to fuck Lindsey?"

"Well, we both know she's a bit of a slut and I worry about her being away at university. Maybe if we can get her addicted to your cock instead of random dick, she'll be a little safer. Plus, I don't think it would be that hard."

The fact that Lauren was talking like this was both super-hot and almost an overload at the same time. "OK, I guess I get all that, but Lauren... I need to be completely honest here. I don't ever, ever want you fucking another guy, so it's not fair if I fuck other girls."

She smiled then and looked up at me, "So you're worried you're being hypocritical, asking me to forsake all dicks but yours, but getting all the pussy you want?" I nodded and she tilted her head so she could kiss me sweetly on the lips. "Babe, even if this weren't some... magic dick thing, I gotta be honest, I wouldn't want a dick other than yours, and I think I'd want some extra pussy going on in this bed."

My eyes widened and she giggled, "OK, so I'm not like a lesbian or anything. But you're the only guy I'm interested in, the only guy I ever want to be interested in. And I want to make you happy, and since I think other girls can be sexy and the idea of sharing you is kinda hot, I'm good with it."

She slid on top of me, her slick pussy grinding on one of my thighs and her tits hanging just under my chin, nipples hardening again. "Look at it this way. I'm OK with anything you wanna do as long as you tell me about it afterwards so I can get off to it too, alright?"

"Alright, if you're sure."

"I am. So here's what I'm thinking. My sister is coming home this weekend for the break, so to get her interested we should probably fuck near her a few times in the first few days." As she told me her plan I just nodded, wide-eyed at how my best friend turned out to be this sexual fiend. Less than an hour and a half ago we were both virgins who occasionally, and awkwardly, mentioned porn. Now we were literally planning on how she would get her sister into bed with us.

Holy shit.

I managed to get dressed and look somewhat presentable by the time Lauren's mom came home from work, Lauren ushering me out and rolling her eyes as I stopped to chat with Mrs. Baxley. There was a reason I was always invited to dinner, after all, and hopefully she would approve of Lauren and I once Lauren decided her parents should know about us.

Lauren drove me home in her parent's car, both of us quietly sitting, just looking at the houses we passed. I don't know what she was thinking, but as I looked out at the world I'd grown up in the only thing in my mind was how fucking crazy the last two hours had been. I mean come on, a fucking magic dick? And all that stuff about Lauren being my 'Prime,' what was that? I would have been happy if Lauren and I had been able to date through college, but this Prime stuff sounded... permanent. And thinking about that, about us maybe being together for the rest of our lives, I found I wasn't really that stressed about it. She was my best friend, and apparently we had some great fucking chemistry, pun intended, so maybe thinking permanent was a good thing.

I reached over and grabbed Lauren's hand and she glanced at me and smiled. I owed her more than I could give, I thought. She was beautiful and sweet and bothered to know everything about me, and what was I offering her? A lumpy body and a magic dick.

I decided the first thing I was going to do was make my body into a playground for her just like hers was for me. Abs. Pecks. Those weird penis-lines at the joint of the leg, like arrows down to your crotch. All of it so that she might find me as physically attractive as I found her.

Lauren pulled us into my driveway and we sat, looking at each other, hand in hand. I opened my mouth to say something but she reached over and pulled me into a kiss, strong but short, before murmuring, "I gotta go."

I nodded and wanted to say something else but didn't. I wanted to tell her how I felt, those thoughts of permanency. I chickened out though. As I opened the car door I turned back to her and said, "I can't wait to see you tomorrow."

She smiled, but something in her eyes said she'd been hoping for something else. "Me too."

I shut the door and swore to myself. She started to pull out of the driveway and onto the road, and I thought to myself, fuck it. I waved and ran to her side of the car as she rolled down the window, looking at me questioningly. I leaned into the car and kissed her again, firmly and desperately.

"I love you, Lauren Baxley."

Her smile quivered and her eyes teared up. "You fucking bastard, now I need to drive home like this." She laughed and grabbed my chin, pulling me into another kiss. "I love you too, dickhead." And then she drove off, rolling up the window against the cold and leaving me standing in the street holding my book bag.

I was grinning ear to ear and watched until she pulled out of sight and a car honked, wanting me to get out of the road.

As I walked into my house, I tried to calm my face. Dropping my bag and shoes, I made it five steps before my sister Stacy rounded the corner, took one look at me and dropped her water bottle.

"No fucking way!" She said, looking me up and down. "No. Fucking. Way."

I looked back at my sister, feigning confusion. "Uh, what are you talking about?"

Where Lauren is toned, Stacey is taut. On the shorter side of average, my older sister is obsessed with working out and her body shows the effects. A lean, mean, boisterous machine, she was also the coxswain on her college's championship rowing team.

She was now standing, fists on hips, glaring at my attempt to avoid her unspoken question. She finally tilted her head and narrowed her eyes. "It was Lauren, wasn't it." I guess I flinched or something because she gave a whoop and clapped her hands. "Hah! I knew it. Well, congrats brosef, who knew you had it in you?"

She came forward and gave me a hug, and I couldn't help but feel her tiny pointed nipples digging into my gut. For as long as I can remember, Stacy has had pointy nipples. To the point that it's an issue for her in how she needs to dress. Always, always a thick bra despite her relatively smaller breasts. When she was working out she wore two sports bras and you could still see the bumps.

She let go and gave me a high five, which I awkwardly returned, "Good thing, too. She's been wanting it for ages. Dunno how much longer she would have waited." I did a double take at her and she laughed again, "Oh come on, like I wouldn't be able to spot it, watching you two over the past few years."

Stacy was only a year older than us, unlike Lauren's sister who was now a junior at Cardinal, the same university Stacey went to, so she had probably been laughing my entire high school career at the two of us dancing around each other, not making a move.

"Where's mom? And what's for dinner?" I asked, trying to change the subject before she started asking me for more details than I wanted to give.

"Why, you wanna run and tell her you," she switched to a stage whisper, "had the sex?" She laughed again and started walking away, giving me a nice view of the one part of her that never seemed to get too lean, her delicious bubble butt. "She's out back harvesting some fresh veggies to go with... well, whatever she's making anyways. Meat, potatoes, y'know."

Leaving my sister to whatever she was doing, I went up to my room and collapsed into bed, my mind racing with all the shit that had gone on in the last few hours. Lauren, naked, was a big part of it.

The rest of the night was surprisingly normal, Dad coming home from work and Mom getting upset over some spilled milk moment. Stacy made a couple of innuendos about my afternoon, but thankfully neither of my parents picked up on them. We all drifted off to our different evening activities, my Dad to his workshop in the basement and Mom to her sewing room. On my way up to my room I spotted Stacy stretching in the living room and couldn't help but throw a lingering gaze at her butt as she bent forward, prepping for her workout.

And that was how I ended up with my dick in my hand, scrolling through porn on my computer in my room. Nothing was doing it for me. Sure, watching random pornlets get stuffed got me hard, but I couldn't settle on any one video to really jerk off to. I even tried some of my favourites, and nothing. No spark.

I leaned back in my chair and started thinking about Lauren. That got things going, but now that I knew what it was like to actually have sex, my hand just wasn't enough. My mind started to wander, wondering what the things we hadn't done yet were like. She wanted a threesome, and not with a second penis in the room, and that was hot. Would she go down on her sister?

Yep, there it was. That got me going. I imagined Lauren, ass up and face down in her sister's crotch. Now Lauren has a fine butt, cute and defined, but it wasn't anything special to be honest. She had a runner's butt after all, so it wasn't too big or anything. Stacy, on the other hand, her ass looking delicious-

"Hey there, sweety."

I tipped my chair over when I jumped, falling backwards with one hand flailing and the other latched on to my dick. My eyes shot open during the fall and I saw Adama, sitting on top of my computer monitor, one hand tweaking a nipple she'd let loose from her golden vest and the other buried somewhere under her overflowing belly.

"Aw, don't stop now, sugar plum. It's so hot watching you jerk that big meat stick you gave yourself."

"What, what the fuck?!" I managed as I righted myself and the chair. "Adama, what the hell. I thought you couldn't stick around."

"Well I can't if you don't start jerking it again. The only reason I can appear in the mortal realm is if I leech some power off of my charges. So when you and Cum Dumpster were done makin' the beast with two backs, there was enough left over for me to hang out."

"So you can only show up when I'm having sex? What about now, and how fucking useful is that if I can only get magic lessons while I'm porking someone?"

"Honey, I just told you. Wrap that hand around that cock and start beating it, it generates just enough latent power that I can stick around."

I sat back in my chair and took a hold of my dick lightly. She gave me a look, and as I watched she almost seemed to get dimmer, fading out of existence, so I started jerking it. She phased back in and sighed, sitting back using her hands to stop her from falling from her perch.

"Ah, there, that's better. So, I gotta ask, why the hell are you jerking off at all when you could just have that sweet little Prime of yours sucking you off? She seemed to like it enough."

The memory of Lauren deepthroating me for the first time flitted through my head and I squeezed myself a little tighter for a moment. "Her name is Lauren, so you can stop calling her cum dumpster or Prime or whatever. She's in whatever this is as much as I am."

"Oh, fine," Adama replied, "But you have to admit, she likes it." We stared at each other, her silently watching me with one eyebrow quirked and me leaning back, feeling awkward as I stroked my dick. "Right, well. Time for your first lesson, Jeremiah Grant. Why don't you tell me what you know so far, and we'll see how much catching up you need to do."

I sighed and rolled my eyes. Oh wonderful, schoolwork style. "I am some sort of magician who is powered by sexual energy I generate. My Prime, whatever that means, is my girlfriend Lauren, but if I want to get more powerful I need to fuck other people too. So far I know I can cast spells by focusing my willpower, and I can affect my own body. How it looks and acts."

Adama pursed her lips and shrugged, "That's actually pretty good. First thing's first, though, you are not 'some sex magician.' You are one of the Three, a Seat of Fertility on the Council." She said it like I was supposed to know what that meant.

After a long moment I finally broke the silence, "OK, and that means?"

"Oh! Well... To be honest I haven't had a new little shaman like you for a long time, your predecessor lived for nearly a millennium. I'm just trying to catch up to myself."

I choked just a little bit, "He lived for a thousand years?"

"Well, he could have gone longer, but Ezekiel said there was something he had to do once he crossed over, so he threw himself into a volcano. I'm not really sure why, but that was a little over eighteen years ago now. I've been waiting for you to pop up ever since."

I filed that knowledge away for later. With whatever was going on with me, I was going to be able to live until I just didn't want to anymore. That changed everything about, well, life. But in the short term it didn't change much of anything at all.

"Um, well, OK," I said slowly, "How about you explain the Council and Seats or whatever."

"Fine, fine, that makes sense. Your magic, as I said, is drawn from the Great Mother, Fertility. So yes, technically in your modern terms, from sex, but it covers more than that. The Council of Three's are the mages who wield the greatest powers on earth; Life, Death and Rebirth, us. There are always three mages of each of the powers, so three sets of three. There are also three patrons for each, and a Prime for each wielder. So three sets of three again. Three Powers each with three sets of three. Therefore, the Council of Threes."

Yeah, that was plenty of threes. "Ok, but what do they do?"

"OH," Adama exclaimed, "Of course, sweetie. The Council manages the Lesser Powers and makes sure no one Greater Power gets too much influence. Usually that's Death, but occasionally it's Life too. We're the middle ground."

"So what you're saying is I just got volun-told to join a magical United Nations?"

"United what?" Adama shook her head, "Just think of it like you're a Judge. And a policeman. And maybe a president or whatever it is you have. Once you're ready, you'll take your seat and the Council will be whole again."

"OK, but what do I actually do?"

Adama pursed her lips in thought, then started ticking off on her fingers. "Well, first you get summoned to the meetings. Usually just you need to go, though for the big ones we'll need to bring along your Prime." I gave her a look and she quickly corrected herself, "Lauren. You'l need to bring Lauren. Those only happen once in a blue moon though. Your day to day is generally up to you, but mostly you'll be dealing with complaints."

"Wait, I'm a cosmic suggestion box?"

"More like a cosmic judge, jury and executioner. Lesser mages each only control a very specific kind of magic, like a single element or concept. Most of them go along with the rules, but if something happens they come to you for answers. Think of yourself like Zeus, or Odin, and they're all your little minor gods to wrangle up and put in their places."

"How the hell am I supposed to do that?" I asked incredulously.

"No need to worry about that right now, sugar, we'll get you there. Anything else you want to know?"

I paused for a moment, trying to take stock. When it came down to it, all this 'ruling' and management stuff was advanced. I still needed the basics. "Uh, I don't know. What can I do?" I was starting to realize again the whole situation I was in, sitting there stroking my newly enhanced cock as a magical black pixie explained a magical world to me. Definitely weird.

Adama looked me up and down, "Just about anything you can think of, loverboy. Fertility, and the other two major powers, gives you control over almost anything you can think of. Store up enough energy and you can build yourself a pyramid if you want, though I'd caution against that. Most of the council are against big works these days, they like to stay low key."