Welldark B2 Ch. 08

"You are a little bit guilty of the bad communication thing," I confessed to Esther.

Not what she wanted to hear, which was the point. "I do recall our spat over your monetary handling."

"With this base established, we can talk about the little things. A good relationship is built on strong, core memories and a thousand little interactions that go well every day. For the men, keep paying attention while you are in the relationship. When you notice something that is different about your partner, comment on it. And, funny as you may think that is, I do not mean something like noticing a pimple that skincare refuses to completely remove."

There was more than one supportive groan across the room and did my best to not remember the one relationship I had that had ended due to a very similar situation. In hindsight it had been terribly insensitive, something I had only come to learn once I started to actually take care of my own skin. Which, even if it was not typical for men, I would immediately recommend to anyone that ever asked me. The difference an occasional exfoliating could make was tremendous.

"Comment on the efforts we make for you," Danielle said, once the groaning had stopped. "Matching underwear, the care we put in our eyebrows, the way our hair looks after we went and got the tips trimmed. Tend to us when we are in pain. Even a single piece of unrequested chocolate can go a long way. Do not attempt to solve any and all emotional problems by suggesting sex. It gets terribly repetitive and it does not work against all ailments. Keep your hands to yourself or to safe areas sometimes."

"You can ignore that last bit," Esther told me before I could ask. Man, I was happy that my upfront perversion filtered out the few that were willing to accept my boob-massaging nature. A nature I immediately went to indulge. I put my arm around her back and appreciated her left boob with gentle kneading. I loved how much of it spilled past my palm. "Remember appearances, however."

"So can I ignore it or can I not?" I wondered.

"You can ignore it when the situation does not require a modicum of seriousness," Esther stated, which did not help me. Our definitions of what required seriousness differed at times.

'I suppose the occasional slap on my wrist will remain unavoidable,' I resigned myself.

"Women, learn to concentrate your efforts and when to back off," Danielle addressed the opposite sex. "If there is one thing I have learned my King loves, it is if I turn to him and simply look at him with all the love I have for about half a minute. The first few times, he may ask why you do that. Explain simply to him that you are happy to have him. Do not make it long, do not add any conditionals to the word, just say that you love him. Kiss him on the cheek and leave when he is concentrating. When he presents you with the fruits of his efforts, thank him or compliment him. If there are flaws, point them out softly or after the fact. His heart will be yours if you make it easy to love you. Do your best to satisfy him and he will never forsake you. Indulge some of his fantasies, those that you are comfortable with.

"Throughout all of this, remember that there is a balance to this. It is not unreasonable for men to diminish the efforts of their attention after the relationship. To get someone's attention is more difficult than keeping it. Diminish does not mean minimize and certainly does not mean cease, however. Similarly, it is entirely reasonable to nag. If there are problems, make him aware of them. If he does not fix them, do it again. Simply be mindful of what you present as issues and that you do more for him then bring to his attention what is wrong with him.

"Always remember that you both want something out of a relationship. Yes, love is the emotion that makes us selfless, but no one should be cursed with being in love with someone who is selfish."

Danielle let those words sink in for a moment. Broadly speaking, none of this was news for everyone around. As she had said, everyone who lived through the age of 13 had observed something or all of this. To have it put concisely, however, was useful. To hear it in a group setting further helped hammer down that none of us were crazy for noticing these things. Such reassurance was viable in and of itself.

"And how does all of this translate to sexuality, you may wonder?" Danielle chuckled into her raised hand, before sprawling out on the table. "Or perhaps you have been listening to me all this time? Marvin, if you could enlighten all of us?"

"The basis of a good sex life is a good life together," the called upon student said.

"Not my favourite formulation, yet apt and succinct," Danielle purred, her feet waving back and forth. The slender fox lady stretched. "The little things can go quite a long way. When you appreciate each other, when you lay next to each other, when he whispers the right words, and when he brushes your sides lovingly, you best believe that you will be dripping wet before he even reaches for your cunt." There was a collective inhale of anticipation, from the women primarily but from the men as well. "This will be all for today. Arlethia, Willt, if you would stay for a minute?"

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"There's so much fun stuff in here," Arlethia declared.

I had taken to printing my collection of alchemical concoctions I wanted to try out and file them away in folders ranked by difficulty and urgency. A collection that the succubus was now browsing through, discovering all of the debauched and wonderful discoveries I had made through the internet. "Yes, bask in the fruits of my labour, you shall never experience them!"

"Why wouldn't she?" Willt dropped a pebble in the flask he was holding. The stone sank to the bottom of the liquid. Then there was sudden geyser of bright green smoke that rose from the neck of the bottle like a mushroom cloud. Willt remained calm and the cloud soon stopped spreading. It was like it was fixed in position above the bottle. He carried it with him to the workbench and tapped it with a golden hammer. The cloud was sucked like a bizarre mixture of spaghetti and broccoli back into the container. With a soft 'pling' it turned into a pill the size of my thumbnail.

I stared at it and was forced to realize that she probably would see most of the things in those catalogues before I would. "You book smart dick," I let loose the rare curse, genuinely upset that he had managed to create the pill. He poured the small, green thing out of his hand.

This was not the Ephrogaea Pill, which I so much desired. That pill's effects were both wonderful and permanent. What Willt had just created was the Erogaea Pill, which, as the name implied, was a weaker version of the same. What it did was boost sperm production considerably for a month, allowing a man to cum full-sized loads up to six times a day. The drawback was the potential terrible case of blue balls.

For someone like me, that was the dream. With Esther, I found myself satisfied daily. It was obvious that adding additional women to the mix would require increased stamina on my part. Yes, leaving my haremettes to satisfy one another through lesbian side engagements was also an option. A hot one, that would be a borderline necessity for several reasons down the line. Even admitting that, I wanted, nay, needed to raise my lovemaking capacity in scale with my Anomalia size. If I wanted to monopolize 9 women for myself, I was obligated to satisfy all of them in whatever way was available to me.

What was the point of having a harem if I could not stay hard throughout the daily orgies?

For Willt, who was just about ready to invite his second Anomalia member to the household, it was useful for two reasons. One, the same matter of pride as myself. Two, his two Anomalia members were demonettes. Not only that, they were a succubus and a mammonette, demons of lust and greed respectively. One fed off of semen and the other always wanted more.

'Actually, can mammonettes also live off semen?' I wondered, trying to distract myself from the envy I felt.

"You want this?" Willt offered and extended the pill towards me.

I considered for a second. I had provided the workstation and those were technically my materials in there. Before I could respond, Willt threw it down his throat, much to his girlfriend's amusement.

"Babe, I have never loved you more than right this fucking second!" Arlethia shouted and slammed my folder shut. She threw herself at her boyfriend, moments after he had swallowed down the pill.

"I would have said no, for the record," I told them, but they were off in a world of their own. Lips mashed together, Arlethia too demanding to make Willt conscious of me watching, they were intertwined. The scrawny warlock did manage to keep his shortstack succubus up. It was nice to see that my workout routine with him was accomplishing exactly what it should have.

What was surprising to see was one of the hands holding Arlethia up by her half-naked butt suddenly sport a deep blue, ring-shaped mark. I rubbed my eyes to make sure I wasn't imagining it. The mark was on the right hand, on his ring finger. Exactly where it belonged for a King. Moments later, he and Arlethia separated and the succubus checked her left hand. "Yesssssss," she hissed.

"Did you seriously just bond your Anomalia over insulting me?" I asked, equal parts flabbergasted and respectful.

"It's what we do best," Arlethia decided.

"We shouldn't define ourselves in opposition to Karitas," Willt cautioned.

"Maybe we should define ourselves by what I'll... what you can do to me with this, hm?" Arlethia grinded against her King's crotch with gyrating motions.

"Already implementing the new sexual confidence, I see." I theatrically shook my head. "Ah, to be young, to be so rapidly mouldable."

"Honestly, after the shock earlier... yeah, this doesn't faze me half as much anymore," Willt responded, despite the intense blush on his face. That he could do this much in front of me, his best friend, was progress.

"You might even be able to lose the pants next week," I teased him and he averted his eyes in response. "Want to tell me what Danielle wanted you two for, by the way? I've been curious all day. I respect it if it's your secret."

"She just talked to us about whether or not Willt would attend the advanced seminar next semester," Arlethia told me. "Speaking of which, are you and Esther tagging along?"

"And Aclysia," I responded. I would try to convince her. With how much of a sexual awakening I caused in her (not that she had slept very deeply), I did not anticipate her resisting the suggestion. "Did she give you homework to catch Willt up on his lewdness development?"

The young warlock cleared his throat. "Let's just say it's good that I can make that pill."

"That so? Well, remember to clean up after yourselves, whatever you do in my mansion," I cautioned them with a large grin and stepped away to the side. "Don't let me stop you, I'm sure you have much to do."

"Yeah... before we do that... want to talk about... Karona?" Willt carefully breached the topic.

I self-assuredly smiled, "What's there to talk about?"

"We kinda made a pass at her?" Arlethia asked.

"So I've heard and I'm neither mad nor do I demand an apology." I rolled my shoulders. "I'm pretty confident that she wants me... probably more than ever just because she can't have me. The situation will either resolve or it won't, but I don't think you're her type."

Willt nodded, just taking that explanation and going with it. Well, he went with Arlethia, but the proverbial point stood.

After they left, I started my frustrated attempts to get the pill done myself.