Font of Fertility Ch. 23

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All Characters participating in sex are 18 years or older.

This story is a continuation of the Font of Fertility series. I would suggest reading Chapter 1 if you have not already. This chapter includes mf, oral and anal.

Jeremiah listens to apologies, meets with a redhead and preps for dinner.

Returning Dramatis Personae

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

- Stacey Wilde - Girlfriend/Concubine, godchild of Jerry's parents, athletic

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

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

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

- Clarissa - Jay's Canadian girlfriend, who is a actually real

- Jordan - Redheaded writer friend, interested in Jerry and his Harem

- Lindsey Baxley - Girlfriend/Concubine, Lauren's step-sister via marriage, girl-genius

- Annalise Stoker - Concubine, Fire Mage

- Esmerelda - Seat of Death, aka. Powerful Death Wizard, second-youngest Seat, weirdo

Referenced Characters

- Angela 'Angie' - Lindsey's friend from high school, has been dating/sleeping with Jerry

- Anna 'Other Anna' - Yaroslav's Prime, magical media mogul

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

- Maya - Annalise's younger sister

- Victorious - Ancient demonic nightmare horse-turned-muscle car

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"Fuck!" Stacey hissed as she scrambled under the sheets.

"Wha-?" I mumbled, slowly waking up.

"Fuckfuckfuck," Stacey kept whispering, more to herself than anything, as she rolled out of bed.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"It's already 8:30," Stacey said. She was completely naked, her firm body immediately making me hard as I tried to blink myself fully awake while she was scrambling to get her thong one-handed at the same time as reaching for her sleep shirt.

"So?" I asked.

"So your parents are probably already up," Stacey said. "I didn't mean to sleep in here."

Stacey, as with most nights since we'd made things official at Christmas if I wasn't otherwise occupied, had snuck into my room late. Usually, we fooled around and then snuggled for a bit, whispering to each other in the dark, before she would slip back to her room. Twice she'd brought her phone and set a really early alarm so she could actually sleep with me for a bit.

I sighed and sat up in bed, watching her as she pulled on her shirt. "I wish you didn't have to go."

"Me, too," she whispered, coming back over to kiss me firmly. "I'm going to miss you every night once school starts up again, but we'll have more privacy when you visit."

I kissed her back, deepening it a little as my tongue teased at her lips and I could feel her roll her eyes before letting me in.

"OK, enough, Jerry," Stacey said, breaking off. "Now get up, you need to check out in the hall to see if it's clear."

"Mmmgh," I groaned, rolling out of bed and standing up to stretch. I didn't miss the fact that Stacey eyed my naked body - she approved of the level of muscles Lauren had picked out for me back when I'd changed myself, and between them and my hard cock sticking out I knew what Stacey wanted to be doing instead of worrying. But instead of initiating something between us, she went to my dresser, grabbed me a clean pair of boxers and threw them in my direction.

I snagged them out of the air and quickly put them on, though my cock popped through the hole in the front insistently until I rearranged it.

"God, you need better self-control," Stacey said with a smirk as she looked at the tent in my underwear.

"Oh, yeah?" I asked. "How about these, then?" I reached over to her and softly ran my thumbs over her pokey nipples through her thin shirt.

"Shut up," she said with a flush. "Now go check the hall."

I did, stopping to listen at the bannister by the stairs before signalling to her that it was clear. Stacey darted out of my room and over to the washroom, closing the door behind her. I wasn't really sure what my parents would do or say if they found out about Stacey and I - we weren't actually related so there wasn't a problem in that regard, but they'd tried so hard while we were growing up to foster a sibling-like relationship between us that I couldn't guess what the fallout would be. We could always test the waters and I could 'fix things' if it didn't work out, but that just felt... wrong.

The secret felt wrong, too. But not as wrong as messing with their memories.

God, life would be so much easier if I was a sociopath or something, I thought as I headed back into my room and collapsed face-first on my bed. Two things happened - the first was that I realised I still had a hard-on and I became conflicted about how I wanted to adjust myself so I wasn't uncomfortably stabbing into the mattress. The second was that I started thinking about the possibility of actual sociopathic magic users, and which serial killers might have really been evil wizards.

Now that was a rabbit hole of horror I didn't want to go down.

Thankfully I was saved from both the uncomfortable position and the uncomfortable thoughts when my phone bingled with a text. I rolled over and found it on the floor over the side of my bed and saw I had a text from Lauren.

On my way.

Shit. I forgot what I was supposed to be doing that morning.

I had to see Benji.

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

"So I've set up an appointment with Other Anna for tomorrow," Lauren said. "We're going to do it in the afternoon right after you bring Annalise and Maya back to New Mexico. But it's easier for us to go to her, so we need to get to Finland."

I was driving for once, having borrowed my mother's car instead of Lauren borrowing from one of her parents. It would have been easier to summon Victorious but I still wasn't sure how to explain him to the adults in our lives. I was also considering lending him out to Angela since she didn't have a car and wouldn't need to do any explaining beyond some basic 'I saved up' sort of lies.

Lauren was on her phone, typing away as she sat in the passenger seat, but she looked up and reached over to rub my arm. "Jerry? Are you listening?"

"Yes, yeah," I said, shaking my head a little. "Other Anna, tomorrow evening. Finland. I'm just feeling a little distracted, sorry."

"Thinking about Benji?" she asked.

"Cars, actually," I said. "What do you think of lending Victorious to Angie?"

"Baby, I haven't actually seen Victorious," Lauren said.

"Wait... really?" I asked, blinking in surprise and trying to remember what all I'd done with the demon horse-car. "Shit."

"It's OK," Lauren smirked a little. "There's been a lot going on."

"Still, I should remember that kind of thing," I said.

"You'll find a way to make it up to me," she smiled. "But you really should be thinking about Benji, not cars."

"I've done enough thinking about him," I sighed.

"Well, what did you decide?"

"The same thing that I've been on the whole time," I said. "He needs to apologize, for real, to you before anything else can happen. I'd demand an apology for Lindsey too, but she doesn't actually know him so it would be more weird than helpful."

"What then?" Lauren asked. "Like, after that?"

"Well, what do you want to happen?" I asked. "I'm mad at what he did, but he technically did them to you and not me and I'll obviously choose you over him every time."

"I don't know," Lauren sighed.

"So what are you asking me for?" I smirked a little, glancing over at her.

"Because I wanted you to make it easy for me," Lauren frowned. "Which you aren't."

"Love you," I said with a little singsong voice.

We pulled up in front of Jay's place and hopped out. The snow that had been clinging desperately to the ground for the last couple of days was quickly vanishing, leaving everything in the suburbs muted, wet and washed out. I grabbed Lauren's hand as we walked up the driveway and headed for the front door, but before we got there it opened and Jay came out.

"Hey," he said. "Um, Benji is already here but my parents and Clarrisa are around. Can we maybe... do this out here?"

"Shouldn't it tell you something that you don't want your parents or girlfriend to know what's going on?" I asked.

"Yeah, I know. OK?" Jay said. "Just promise me it's a parlay, white-flag sort of thing here and you aren't going to take a swing at him."

"I mean, I'm not planning on it but if he acts like last time..." I said with a shrug.

"I didn't actually mean you, Jerry," Jay said, then looked pointedly at Lauren.

"He kind of deserves at least one slap," Lauren said. "But Jerry already hit him in the mouth so I guess that's good enough for now."

"OK," Jay said, heading back to the door. "One second."

He left Lauren and I for a moment, and I turned to her. "I'd say he deserves a kick in the balls more than just a slap."

"Yeah, well, maybe some other time," Lauren said. "Or if he says something fucking stupid."

Jay came back out followed by Benji. Our shorter friend looked like he was sick. Benji was pale, and his sparse facial hair looked like he'd been trying to grow it out unsuccessfully, and he was wearing a too-big sweater that had the unfortunate effect of making him look scrawnier than he was. His eyes were also a little dark like he hadn't been getting enough sleep.

"Hey, guys," he said nervously.

"Hey," I said. Lauren didn't say anything.

Benji chewed on his lip and glanced at Jay, and our taller friend gave him a look. Whether it was an 'it'll be fine' look or a 'you need to do this' look, I wasn't sure. Either way, Benji sucked in a wavering breath and nodded a little to encourage himself before speaking. "So... Lauren, I'm sorry for saying what I did about you and Lindsey. I shouldn't have said it, even behind your back. And I'm sorry for flying my drone close enough to your window that I could see in."

Jay coughed.

"I mean I'm sorry for trying to spy in your window," Benji corrected himself. "I wasn't thinking of it like that, but it's what it was."

He looked up at Lauren, but she stayed stone-faced. The moment stretched on uncomfortably.

"And?" Lauren prompted him finally.

"And...?" Benji asked.

"Are you going to apologise to Jeremiah?"

"For what? He-"

Jay coughed again, 'clearing his throat.'

Benji snapped his mouth shut and sucked in a deep breath through his nose before looking at me. "I'm sorry for what I said, about you and Lauren, and after that. And for spying on your girlfriend."

I exhaled with a soft grunt. It wasn't much of an apology; I wasn't sure if he was sorry for doing it, or just sorry that we weren't letting it slide. But he at least didn't make any excuses even if he was obviously still clinging to a frame of reference we didn't share.

"Did you delete the video?" Lauren asked him.

"Yeah," Benji said. "You couldn't really see much of anything anyways, but I did."

"Where's the drone now?" I asked.

"In my garage," Jay said. "I'm holding on to it from now on."

Lauren stared at Benji some more, and he didn't quite cower away but he definitely had a hard time meeting her eyes.

"Honestly, Benji," she said. "It's kind of disgusting, and I'm super disappointed that someone I thought of as being as close to me and Jerry as you were did something like this. And said shit like that. And I don't know if it was you being an absolute perv, or being jealous, or what... but you're going to need to live with the fact that you might still be in the friend group, but this isn't something that Jerry or I are going to forget even if we do forgive you."

"I know," Benji said. "Fuck. OK? I know. I know I- God, I don't know what I was doing. I fucked up like six different ways and I don't know why, and I just felt like- Fuck, I don't know."

"Well, come on," I sighed, shaking my head a little. "Let's head inside or else Clarissa is going to think something weird is going on."

"Wait, so you forgive me?" Benji asked. "And what about my-"

"Don't even try it," Lauren said, pointing at Benji. "You got what you had coming."

Benji exhaled heavily and nodded.

We went in and played nice. It was weird, and a little awkward. Jay's parents were both there and made a few jokes about how we must have been busy since we hadn't been around much, and asked me about my 'little New Year's party' and if I'd gotten things cleaned up to my parents' satisfaction - they clearly had no idea how many people had actually been there or they likely would have taken it more seriously. Then, once we'd done the requisite parent time, we headed down into the basement and did our usual stuff and tried to ignore the tension.

The problem with forgiving someone is that it doesn't change how you feel. That takes work.

Slowly things started to settle down and feel a little more normal. We played video games, and Lauren talked with Clarissa about some more of the same shows that we all liked. Then she showed the Canadian how she could pirate them back home. Benji wasn't quite as chattery as he usually was, and Jay made efforts to keep trying to make sure things were smooth sailing between us.

At one point I got a text and checked my phone, smiling a little when I saw that it was Jordan sending me a clock emoji, a thinking face emoji, a pencil emoji and a big smile emoji, letting me know she was impatient for when we would meet up.

"Who the heck is texting you so much?" Jay asked me, making me look up from my phone. Both him and Benji were looking at me.

"It's nothing," I said.

"Well, it can't be nothing," Jay said. "Lauren is here. Is it Stacey?"

"No," I said. God, I should have said yes.

"Well, you've been getting texts all morning," Benji pointed out. "When did you become mister popular?"

"It's just... people," I said. "Some of it is Stacey. And other people I know."

Benji narrowed his eyes slightly, obviously suspicious but still feeling the impact of his last fuckup. Jay didn't have those reservations. "You do realise that dodging the question makes it sound more suspicious, right?"

"Well, I'm not trying to be," I said, picking my controller back up. "Are we playing or not?"

"Is it Jordan?" Jay asked.

"Who's Jordan?" Benji asked.

"That skinny redhead with the really long hair who graduated a couple of years ago," Jay said. "Jerry is meeting her for coffee this afternoon."

"Really?" Benji asked, turning his head back and forth between us like he was watching a tennis match.

"We're just going to meet up and talk writing, and she's going to show me some of the stuff she's been working on at school. She's in a really great program."

"Does Lauren know?" Benji asked.

"Yes, I know," Lauren said, coming over to us and cuffing Benji across the back of the head lightly as she walked behind his couch. "What, you think Jerry wouldn't tell me? Hell, I helped him reconnect with her."

"Well, I- I dunno," Benji said, and I could tell he wanted to prod or ask questions. I wasn't sure if he'd told Jay about what I'd told him - that Lauren and I had had a foursome. Benji still didn't know who was in it, but he still knew enough.

"Can we play something more party-ish?" Clarissa asked, coming over and sitting down next to Jay on the couch and scooching her legs up over his so she was cuddling with him.

"Mario Party it is," Jay said.

Benji and I both almost groaned, but managed to keep it in.

"I'll put it in," Lauren grinned, skipping over to the console. She always beat us at Mario Party. The only saving grace of us swapping games was that it distracted the guys from their questions.

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"I think you need to tweak the mentor character," Jordan said, tapping her lips with a pencil as she flicked her finger to scroll the text on the tablet. "He might be too powerful and you'll have a Gandalf and the Eagles situation on your hands - he could just fix the whole plot by himself and it doesn't make sense why he would turn to the main character in the first place."

"Mmm," I nodded. "That's fair. I'll need to think about that."

"Mhmm," Jordan nodded, still reading.

She had sent me the address of a local bookshop and cafe in town to meet up at, and I'd found her deep in the crowded space of the bookshop occupying a couple of big, red armchairs that had a little antique lamp on a side table between them. Jordan had grinned and gotten up when she saw me working my way around the towering, and in some cases overflowing, bookshelves and had hugged me tightly and then pushed me towards the other chair.

It turned out her Aunt ran the bookshop, and Jordan was free to spend as much time there as she wanted. She'd gone to get us coffees and then settled in as she talked to me about her program at school, her professors, and her frustrations with a lot of her classmates. They weren't all bad by any means, but she wanted someone to challenge her when they were reading her stuff and too many people just wanted to be nice even in a top program like hers.

Jordan was wearing a pair of green, tie-dye sweatpants and a loose tank top over a black athletic bra, and while she had all her piercings in she hadn't put on makeup, which accentuated her freckles and the other little imperfections on her face. She was also wearing her glasses and had her long ginger hair tied up in a loose and messy bun, all of which made me see her in the light of a college coed dragging herself to class after a big night out. And yet, even though she wasn't as conventionally pretty as... well, as any of the girls in my harem, I still found her utterly enticing.

We'd traded work, me handing over my tablet with my stories pulled up and her handing over her laptop to me, and we'd started reading.

We'd been at it for three hours. Her Aunt had come by, a sweet woman who looked a little like Jordan but with about 80 more pounds and thirty years on her, and she'd brought us leftover snacks from the cafe and made me promise to bring her a couple of signed first editions of whatever my first novel would be.

Then, another hour of reading and talking later, Jordan had gotten up from her chair and stretched. It was a nothing kind of thing, just her reaching high and arching her back a bit as she winced at the tightness of her muscles, but she caught me watching and smiled a little. She didn't say anything though, and just sat back down and crossed her legs as she went back to reading and commenting on one of my short stories.

Her Aunt closed the shop, locking it up and letting Jordan know we could stay as late as we wanted before heading up to her apartment above. We kept reading and talking.

"Can I ask you something?" Jordan spoke up in a lull in the conversation as we were both reading.

"Is it about the alien character? Because I realised after I finished that someone could read it as kind of racist but I definitely didn't intend that," I said.

"No," she chuckled. "No. It's fine. Anyone who would read it like that is looking for a reason anyways. I meant a personal question."

"Jordan, you're reading stuff I've never shown anyone. Even Lauren, or Stacey. And we did... other stuff," I said. "I think I'm kind of an open book at this point."

She smiled at me and set my tablet down, leaning her elbows on her knees. Her aunt had turned off the main lights so we only had the golden hue of the antique lamp lighting the cosy little area and the bookshelves around us. "OK, fair," she said. "But I still feel like I needed to ask. And I guess I kind of have two questions."