Sovereign Magus
Copyright© 2026 by TechnicDragon
Chapter 1
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Having secured his inheritance, Seth returns home to continue his education and take up his responsibilities to house Ursae. His biggest personal concerns are finding a new place to live and replacing those things he lost - both with which his Fonti are happy to help. When an accident happens, Seth must question his ability to lead, and what he might need to do to keep his promises to those who depend on him.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Drunk/Drugged Fiction Magic Oral Sex Big Breasts
Which is worse: getting caught having sex on a plane, or being teased by the very women who wish to join the mile-high club?
Yeah, that was the source of my tension on the flight home. And the teasing started before we ever boarded the plane. I knew I was in trouble when no one argued over my rule of no sex during the flight.
It started with Alyssa. She wore a baby-blue, low-sitting sweater that did nothing for her shoulders or neck. Then there was her short skirt. It looked like it would show off everything when she walked. She didn’t seem the least bit uncomfortable either. I asked if she would be cold. She flashed her hosiery top at me. They were nice and made her legs and ass look phenomenal. I wanted to reach out and feel them but held back. After all, if I didn’t allow any hanky-panky on the plane, I shouldn’t encourage it.
Next came Olive. Being as religious as she was, she didn’t go for the show of skin Alyssa had. Instead, she wore a nice blouse, which hugged her every curve as if cut specifically for her body. No, she didn’t show any skin, but she didn’t have an issue showing her curves. She also wore a skirt. It wasn’t as short as Alyssa’s, but it accompanied similar hosiery. Plus, I knew she had a very heavy coat for the winter. That didn’t stop her from flashing me to show what she wore.
Then Lisa came down. I honestly expected her to dress casually, as she normally did, but like Alyssa and Olive, she opted for a sweater, skirt, and hose. Her sweater didn’t show any skin. In fact, it was a turtleneck, but she stretched it to the limit over her bust. Her skirt was loose, like a cheerleader’s skirt, though not as short. The color brought out her eyes. And then she wore hosiery similar to the others’. Were they planning something?
Maria, thankfully, did not go for the same type of outfit. She opted for her typical long-skirted dress, which I could see past her long coat. I didn’t find out what the dress looked like until we were on the plane. It was a deep red silk number that put me in mind of a red-carpet celebrity. It was gorgeous and fit her perfectly. Much like Olive’s blouse, Maria’s dress emphasized her curves. She blushed when she caught me staring. I apologized and helped her to her seat, which was next to me in the center aisle. Alyssa and Olive were in the aisle to my right, and Lisa was in the one to my left.
The flight was three hours of sighs, long stretches, and flashes of skin. We were at the back of the plane where almost no one would see anything. Alyssa bent over to pick up things, showing off her deep line of cleavage. Olive hiked up her skirt, showing off as much as possible as she checked non-existent issues with her hosiery. Lisa stretched to show off her bust when I looked her way. Maria, however, wasn’t so crass. Instead, she occasionally bumped or rubbed the side of my hand with hers, knowing how it would affect me. I think someone — one or more of my girls — even convinced one of the flight attendants to tease me too. She happily leaned over, allowing me glimpses of her cleavage as she smiled wickedly while handing me my drink. I was thankful I wasn’t wearing that damned key anymore. The last thing I needed was everyone on the plane chasing me down through the airport for some nookie.
When we landed, I patiently waited for most of the other passengers to retrieve their carry-ons and move forward before I even got up. Not the girls, though. No, they all made sure their carry-ons were right above me. They happily stretched up to retrieve them.
Alyssa - by far the most daring of the four - looked around to make sure the coast was clear before flashing me her impressive breasts. Nope. Under her sweater, she had nothing on but what God had given her, as Olive put it with a giggle.
When I turned to get up, Lisa bumped me in the face with her breasts, knocking me back into my seat. She giggled about that, retrieved her carry-on, and followed the others. Yes, I was the last passenger off the plane.
As soon as I stepped out of the vestibule into the building proper, however, the mood felt very different. All playfulness was gone, the teasing turned to embarrassment, and the girls all looked at me like I might run away. Worse, I had this nagging sensation that someone was watching me. I looked around, but no one was being obvious about it. Maybe I felt that way only because of the girls’ clothing, but most of the other passengers had left for the luggage claim area, and everyone else was busy.
I shook off those feelings and led the girls toward the luggage claim area. It wouldn’t help anything to worry about something I didn’t understand.
When we arrived, someone was causing a scene. I thought at first the culprit could have been a tired child. It happens. But, this voice was deeper than a child’s. It sounded older, more adult, and then I heard words like, “Let me go. I wanna see him.” It made me wonder which poor soul had to deal with her when he arrived.
I spotted the source of the noise. Two women - one in a beige skirt suit, and the other in a fairly elegant dress - were restraining a third woman. She wore a leather jacket, but it was open and her top - a thin white tank top - looked to be about three sizes too small. She also wore a loose, bright blue skirt which reached the tops of her white stockings. And, even from twenty feet away, I could tell her nipples were hard as pebbles.
The three struggled for a moment and the one in the elegant dress turned partially my way. It was Jordan. The woman helping her was Lana. I inspected the third, and she looked my way. Our eyes connected. It was Amanda, one of the many women who had gone missing during the Lockdown. When the whole thing ended, a bond had forged between me and her, making her one of my Fonti.
As soon as recognition set in for her, she yelled, “Seth! We’re over here!” and waved a large coffee cup in the air like I was across a sea of people and might not see her.
I didn’t look around. It wasn’t necessary. I could feel everyone’s gaze shift to me. As I walked over to the trio, Amanda pushed past the others and lunged at me with a giggle. I caught her and felt like I was being wrapped up by a dirty octopus. Amanda reeked of cigarettes and alcohol. It wasn’t just in her breath, but in her hair and clothes too.
After making sure I wouldn’t fall, I eased her to the floor and had to help stabilize her. I glanced at Jordan, and she nodded at me. I wanted to touch her, to give her a hug too, but she gave me a look that said we could reacquaint later. For now, she would take care of the others while I took care of Amanda. She was my Fonti, and anything Jordan did, even an attempt to help, could be mistaken for interference.
Amanda hummed approval as I pulled her away from the crowds around the luggage return carousel. “What’s going on?” I asked, and then a whiff of her coffee hit me. “And why are you drinking?”
She licked her lips, looking up at me. “I’m celebrating,” she slurred. “You’re home.” Then she threw her free arm around me again and kissed me. The taste of cigarettes and alcohol didn’t help, but the direct skin-to-skin contact didn’t care about whether I found it disgusting. I ended up pulling her to me, slipping my arm under her coat and hugging her bare, slim mid-section. Though the others may have teased me visually, the skin-to-skin contact via the bond made things much more intense.
I broke the kiss after a long moment, reaffirmed my intent, and looked at her again. “There are other ways to celebrate,” I said in a lower tone. A quick romp might be a celebration, but - to me - alcohol and cigarettes weren’t.
She smiled and rubbed up against me. “I know, but we have to lose the crowd first.” Then she looked past me at Jordan and the others. Jordan looked our way too, and Amanda grabbed my ass possessively.
I glanced back at the others too. This time, it was Lana who gave me a look that said, “Take care of her, we have the others.” I nodded in return and led Amanda away.
Finding a private place to talk in a busy international airport isn’t exactly easy. I wanted to find an empty office, but other than the rooms which security used to search individuals or their luggage, I didn’t find anything. What made things even more frustrating was Amanda trying to slip her hand down the back of my pants. I had to settle for a bathroom.
Yes, a bathroom at an airport. And, yes, it was busy. I didn’t think Amanda would be comfortable in a men’s bathroom, so I opted for the ladies’ room. As we approached it, I cast several illusions that would make the women leave. I didn’t want a panic to occur, so it was all mundane things like feeling late for their flight or an idea they needed to tell someone else. However, they would forget why they left after about ten yards from the bathroom. I stopped next to the entrance because I knew there were a few women in the stalls. Amanda happily ground herself against me like I was a big tree and she was a bear trying to scratch an itch. When the last woman left, I led Amanda inside and cast a spell on the entrance so no one would notice this bathroom.
Once I was sure we were alone, I took her drink, stepped out of reach, and said, “Talk to me. What’s going on?”
She didn’t say anything. Instead, she went over to the sink counter, turned to face me, and shrugged off her coat, thrusting her breasts out at me in dramatic fashion.
I blinked at her in confusion; this wasn’t why I brought her here.
She pushed her shirt up over her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra. She cupped her breasts, rubbing them roughly and pinching her nipples.
I stepped toward her, wanting her to stop.
She decided to simply forgo her top all-together, pulling it off over her head, and throwing it away. With a grin at me, she continued playing with herself, as if daring me to join her by the sink.
I reluctantly closed the distance between us. Part of me wanted this to stop, so we could get to the root of the problem, but another part - the part with the louder voice - asked why can’t we do this while talking?
She reached for me, and as soon as her hand touched mine, I knew the argument was over.
She guided my hand directly to her full, round breast. She was warm to the touch, and though she smelled of booze and cigarettes, I only caught the scent of the perfume on her skin. I leaned in close and inhaled deeply, allowing the scent to fill me to my core. No, I hadn’t suffered a short supply in sex, but it had been a few weeks since I was last with Amanda, and my pants became uncomfortably tight with the urge to take her then and there.
She pulled me to her. I felt helpless when our lips met. Her tongue drove deep into my mouth, like she was trying to tickle my tonsils.She had never kissed me like that before. It had always been playful and teasing. Now, it felt more like she wanted to make sure I understood just how far she was willing to go.
I always appreciated the direct approach - especially involving sex - but that small voice in the back of my head screamed from a distance. Was this the right place or time? The others were waiting for us, even if Jordan and Lana made eyes that suggested taking care of Amanda like this.
I felt Amanda’s hands between us, on my pants. She groped me and then found the zipper. As she pulled down the fly, she lowered to her knees, rubbing against me the whole way. Yes, my body was happy with her actions. No, I wasn’t mentally ready for what she wanted. Sure, the teasing on the flight had barely subsided and I was physically ready, but this wasn’t supposed to be about sex.
It had to be a first: one of my girls going down on me and me not wanting it??
I looked down at her. She had a huge grin as she pulled me out, thick, hard, and throbbing for attention. I suddenly felt like I was watching a video as she kissed, licked, and sucked on me. I had never felt so disconnected with one of my Fonti. In fact, the disconnected feeling disturbed me more than any of the other strange sensations since disembarking from the plane.
Amanda slowed her efforts. She looked up at me and something on my face made her pull away. “I’m the one who’s drunk, but you look like you’re about to be sick.”