Sovereign Magus
Copyright© 2026 by TechnicDragon
Chapter 9
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 9 - 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 Coercion Consensual Drunk/Drugged Heterosexual Fiction Magic Oral Sex Pregnancy Tit-Fucking Big Breasts Size
Tia and I recovered, and I cleaned us up. Her Fonte copy of my mark glowed brightly between her boobs. I had to address that.
“How do you feel?” I asked.
“A little wobbly in the legs,” she said with a smirk. “That cleaning spell is useful.”
I nodded. “I still prefer a good shower.”
Her smirk blossomed into a full smile, and she hooked a lock of her red hair behind her ear. Then her smile dropped, and she looked at the door. “I should get going.”
“We’ll talk later,” I said.
She stopped and looked at me. “Later? I thought this was going to be just this once?”
I studied her face. There was something in her expression that made me think of hope. “Do you want it to be only this time?”
She shook her head. “I don’t think I would be a good fit for you.”
I smirked. “I thought we fit together rather well.”
She chuckled. “Something tells me this wouldn’t be a normal relationship.”
“You wouldn’t be wrong,” I said. “I’m not allowed to do ‘normal’.”
“What does that mean?” she asked, and there was a knock at the door.
Both of us started. She grabbed at her clothes in a panic. I stepped up next to her and put my hand on her arm. “Relax. Stand still. I’ll do this.”
She looked at me, confused.
I focused, put together a spell for her, and cast it.
I always enjoyed watching my girls get dressed. To me, it was just as much fun as when they got undressed. Seeing Tia’s expression as her clothes floated up was just as fun. First, her panties tried to get on her feet. They couldn’t until she raised them one at a time. Then her sports bra floated in front of her, but I grabbed that and pulled it away.
She looked up at me. “I need that,” she whispered urgently.
I smiled and shook my head. I had the perfect spell already in mind for her and cast it. Then I looked at her scrub top, which came floating down over her.
She looked at me, confused, and I winked back. “Trust me.”
She raised her arms, and the top slid down into place. My patented support spell kicked in and she looked up as she felt the support. She moved her shoulders around and even twisted her torso side-to-side. “That’s fantastic,” she whispered.
I pointed at her pants and she rolled back onto the bed so they could slip onto her easier.
She pulled on her shoes, stood up, and pulled me to her for a deep, heated kiss.
Another knock at the door broke our kiss. Her eyes were wide, but she smiled at me and went for the door.
I used the spell to put the gown back on me while I watched her walk. Even in the scrubs, she looked scrumptious.
When Tia opened the door, Lana stood in the doorway looking mildly confused. Tia fumbled with an excuse under her breath and slipped out.
Lana watched Tia for a moment and then came into the room. This morning, she wore a copper-orange dress that hugged her like a second skin, her hair was its usual luxuriousness, and her heels had to be five to six inches. Usually she dressed professionally, like in a skirt suit. I didn’t mind the difference, but it did make me wonder why the change?
“How are you feeling?” she asked in a soft tone as she approached.
I stood next to the bed opposite from her. “A lot better than I should after what happened.”
She looked me over and fidgeted with her hands. “Do you think you’ll get out of here today?”
“I plan on it,” I said, studying her. “Why?”
She clasped her hands behind her back, making her chest thrust out. “I thought I would take you over to Dallas to meet with Hitomi,” she said and smiled. “She’s eager to meet you.”
I nodded. “As soon as I get out of here, that’s the first thing we’ll do. Do you have any plans drawn up for the new house?”
She looked up, surprised. “I took the liberty. They’re in the car.” Then she looked me over. “Are you ... not wearing anything ... under that gown?”
I looked at myself. My magic had tied my gown in place; however, I remained excited about my romp with Tia. I was, once again, pitching a tent. I reached for the blanket on the bed to cover myself. “My apologies.”
She smiled. “I thought the nurse looked rather happy.” Then she looked down at me. “Do you need any ... additional attention?”
Lana had been perfectly professional until now. She hadn’t thrown herself at me or dressed provocatively in the slightest. Now, she wore this outfit and talked about sex with me, which I didn’t remember her ever doing before.
Then I remembered: she and I had sex in the shower at the manor right after I got the key. We never talked about it. She had collected my clothes to take them to be laundered, and when she returned, she stripped down and joined me in the shower without a word. Had she been suffering from the spells of the key all this time? If so, she had shown incredible self-control until now.
“Lana? Have you been having problems concentrating?”
“Concentrating on what?” she answered in a smaller voice.
“Have thoughts of me doing sex stuff with you crossed your mind?” I asked gently.
Her face lit up, and she nodded. “I’ve had dreams too. They’re all so erotic. You’re huge, but so very gentle.” Then she blushed and added, “Just like back at the manor.”
I dropped the blankets, moved around the bed, and stopped closer to her. “Lana, there is a spell on you that’s causing these thoughts and dreams. Do you understand?”
Her smile faded a little. “It hasn’t hurt me, has it?”
“No, but it is debilitating in that you lose the ability to focus on anything without those thoughts creeping in,” I said. “I can remove the spell, but I have to get something from Lisa Hartwell first.”
“So, in the meantime, I just keep thinking about you?” she asked and stepped closer. “I keep dreaming about you?” She moved closer still. “Do I just keep wanting to feel you? Wanting to have you in me?” She scooted closer and closer until her breasts pressed into my chest. “But I can’t actually have you?” She stared into my eyes and sighed at the contact.
We stood so close together that I could only see her face. Even then, with her in her heels, I had to look up to do so. “How long has this been going on?” I asked quietly.
Her breathing grew heavier. “Since you sent me to Texas.”
That made it almost a month. Everyone else who had been affected by the key had been taken care of in only a day or two, but Lana continued to suffer from this all this time. I could only hope that having her put on the key would reverse the effects. I enjoyed it when my girls thought about me on the occasion, but the near nightmare level of invasion of these thoughts and dreams was something else altogether.
I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her to me, pressing my pelvis into hers. “I will take care of you,” I said, intending to strip her down right there, but someone else cleared their throat, breaking the intimate moment.
We turned toward the door, which had stood open all this time. A senior doctor and a nurse stood there, watching us. “Mr. Sutton?” he asked.
Lana surprised me when she pulled away. She put some distance between us to allow the doctor and nurse to see me unobstructed.
I turned to the doctor and said, “Yes, that’s me.”
He stepped closer and gave Lana a sideways glance. “I see that you’re up. I take it you’re feeling better?”
I nodded. “Yes, very much. I’d like to get out of your hair as soon as possible.”
He nodded. “Well, have a seat, let my nurse take your vitals, and I’ll give you a cursory exam.”
Lana looked at me with a smile. “I’ll go get your clothes,” she said, and then she left.