Sovereign Magus
Copyright© 2026 by TechnicDragon
Chapter 10
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 10 - 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 Rough Polygamy/Polyamory Oriental Female Oral Sex Pregnancy Tit-Fucking Big Breasts Size
After Tia’s warning not to touch her while she drove, I was the one reaching for things.
Waking up in the hospital hadn’t been a surprise after the car crash, but no one asked me about the crash. Jordan didn’t ask; Lana didn’t ask; and Tia didn’t bring it up. I didn’t want to talk about it either, other than to make sure Shondra was okay. However, the first time Tia passed another car going the opposite way, I realized I was reaching for something to hold on to. I anticipated being in another crash.
After my third jump, Tia asked, “Is there anything I can do?”
I glanced her way, but couldn’t take my eyes off the oncoming traffic. Something in me really expected another vehicle to swerve over into our lane and hit us head-on. I shook my head. “At the moment, no.”
She nodded and focused on the road.
“Maybe later, you can help me get set up with a therapist,” I said, jumping again.
“I can do that,” she said, and we arrived at the complex.
I directed her around to park in front of Danielle’s apartment. As soon as the car stopped, I took a deep breath and let it out. Then I peeled my hands off her dashboard and released my seatbelt. Getting out of the car took no time at all, and part of me never wanted to ride in a car again.
Tia walked around the car and reached for me. The flood of dopamine hit my brain and cleared up the fear I felt. I pulled Tia to me and hugged her. “Thank you,” I whispered.
She pulled back and looked up at me. “You realize that this...” — and she squeezed my hand; “ ... is a temporary fix.”
I nodded. “At the moment, it’s all I have. Like putting a bandage on a knife wound.” I glanced up at the second floor, and then said, “C’mon. I’ll introduce you to some very close friends.”
“Do they know?” She asked with emphasis on the last word.
I nodded. “And when they find out you were instrumental in my recovery, you will be all the more welcome.”
I led her up to Jordan and Danielle’s apartment. I raised my hand to knock, but the door flew open, and Danielle pulled me into a hug. “Oh, God! You’re okay.”
I patted her back and soothed her fears before introducing her to Tia. She led us both inside, where Lisa and Olive were sitting on the couch. Both of them launched at me too, hugging and kissing me without acknowledging the guest in the room.
Tia took it with a grain of salt. She smiled when they calmed down, and then looked at me and asked, “Am I going to get that emotional over you?”
“That is something you will have to answer for yourself,” I said. “The bond affects your sexual desire for me. As for any other emotions...” Then I turned to look at the others. “Ladies, please, step in and save me from sticking my foot in my mouth.”
All three smirked. Danielle then invited Tia to sit down. I turned to Lisa. “Lisa, do you have the key?”
She looked up and nodded. “Of course, it’s in my suitcase.”
I nodded. “I’m going to need it. It turns out that Lana was affected.”
“Oh, dear!” she said and stood up with a bounce.
I turned and noticed Tia watching Lisa. There was a shadow in her eye that suggested thoughts she didn’t like. I waved in Lisa’s direction. “That was not me,” I said.
Lisa came back with the key in a jewelry box and handed it over. “What wasn’t you?”
I waved at her chest in answer.
She rolled her eyes, shook her head, and sat with the others. “No, he had nothing to do with these.” Then, she smiled at me. “But he helped with my back problems.”
“You mean his bra spell?” Tia asked.
I slipped away while they discussed their boobs. I would have been perfectly happy to sit down and drink in every detail, but it would have made things awkward, and I had other business to attend to.
Downstairs, Lana waited in her car.
I climbed in and noticed how she watched me, like a lioness longing to feed on an elephant. I held out the key on the chain. “Here,” I said. “Put this on.”
She glanced at it. “A key?”
I nodded. “While I wear it, anyone I find attractive will do nothing but think and dream about sex with me. To reverse that effect, wear it.”
For a moment, she sat there, looking at the key. I thought she wouldn’t take it, but she did. She held it up by the chain and then pulled it over her head. She relaxed back into her seat, and I watched her for any signs that it might not work.
Finally, she took a deep breath, let it out, and looked at me with sober eyes. Then she looked down at herself, sat up, and tried to pull her dress over her cleavage.
“Lana,” I said. “Stop. You’ll tear your dress.”
She looked at me, tears welling up in her eyes. “I shouldn’t have worn this. It was inappropriate.”
I shook my head. “Let it go, or it won’t cover anything.”
She let go, but her look of horror remained.
I maintained direct eye contact and said, “You’ve done nothing wrong. The spell made you behave in ways you normally don’t.”
She sat there, staring at her steering wheel and shook her head. “I had sex with you the same day you showed up at the manor. What was I thinking?”
“Lana, look at me,” I said.
She did, but it took some effort.
I shook my head. “You did nothing wrong. Don’t give any of this another thought.”
She frowned and then asked, “Why aren’t you mad about this?”
“Mad about what, exactly?”
“That I’m not throwing myself at you?”
I shook my head. “This is not the way I would want you. Yes, I use magic to make the experience more fun, but I do not condone this level of coercion. If you came to me of your own accord, I would be ecstatic. You are a gorgeous woman, but you deserve your own life. If you wish to keep your work life and private life separate, I have no issue with that. Therefore, I’m not disappointed; I’m not upset, and your job is intact.”
She let out a breath and nodded. “Okay, I can accept that.” Then she reached up and pulled off the key. She dropped it in my hand, and I transferred it to the case.
“May I ask a personal question?” I asked.
She glanced sideways at me. “I suppose.”
“You’re free to not answer,” I said and then asked, “I know you’re not currently wearing a bra. Would you like for me to cast a spell that could replace it?”
She didn’t fully look at me, just glancing my way side-ways. She blushed furiously and then looked down at herself. “I’m not sure my dress can take the stress.”
I smiled and glanced her way. “I can adjust how the dress fits you as well.”
She sat quietly for a moment and then said, “Okay.”
I nodded and thought about her dress. It was tight. I focused on a spell that would relax the surrounding material to something that would make her more comfortable. I cast that spell, and asked, “How does that feel?”
She wiggled a bit in her seat. “That is so much better, thank you.”
I nodded, focused on the bra spell and cast it. I didn’t need to ask about that one.
“Wow!” she said, wiggled some more, and then said, “That’s nice. Thank you again.”
I nodded and looked over. Lana had as much to offer as most of my girls, but that dress made her look absolutely stacked. I did my best to relax, buckled up, and closed my eyes. We were going to Dallas, and I couldn’t have a panic attack. Meditation was my best bet, so I focused on remaining calm and allowing Lana to drive unimpeded.
My efforts at meditation turned into a nap. Lana nudged me a few times and said, “Mr. Connors, we’re here.”
I sat up and grabbed for the dashboard. With wide eyes, I looked over at Lana. She had drawn back like I had shocked her. “My apologies, Ms. Kulick. I didn’t even realize I fell asleep,” I mumbled.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
I nodded. “While I was riding with Tia, I learned that oncoming traffic triggers me. I thought I would meditate for the ride here, but fell asleep instead.”
Lana smiled. “Then I hope it was a good nap.
I nodded and returned the smile. Then, I looked around at our surroundings. Instead of an office building, we were in the driveway of an upscale home. I raised an eyebrow, pointed at the house, and looked at Lana.
She nodded, understanding my question. “She wanted to meet you here, at her home.”
I blinked, shrugged, and said, “Okay. Let’s go.”
We walked up to the front door, and Lana rang the doorbell. A woman opened it a moment later. She was petite, wore a cool gray skirt suit with a white blouse and black heels. Absolutely normal business attire. She fastened her jacket just below her breasts, and she buttoned her blouse in the same manner. Her breasts were very large, given her overall frame, and her attire left the tops bare, which beautifully framed her cleavage.
She lit up when she saw Lana, and Lana returned the expression. The two shook hands and did everything but hug in their greetings. Finally, Lana stepped back and said, “This is Seth Connors, head of the Rosenbaum household.”
The woman quickly looked me over, and said, “He seems young for the head of his house.”
Lana nodded and said, “Mr. Connors, this is Hitomi Takeda, your family accountant.”
I held out my hand to shake. She took it but only shook my hand lightly as she looked up into my eyes. “Is there a problem, Mr. Connors?”
I shook my head. “No. No problem.”
She nodded, let go of my hand and said, “Come in.”
“Actually,” Lana said, “I need to run a couple of other errands. It should give you plenty of time to talk.”
Ms. Takeda smiled and nodded. They shook hands again, and Lana went back to her car. I turned to face my accountant, and she stared at me like I was something far more impressive than I knew I was. “We have two hours,” she said in a breathy whisper. “We should make the most of it.” Then, she spun on her heel and took off through the house.
I stepped inside, closed the door, and spotted Ms. Takeda half-way up a set of stairs. She grinned like a maniac and pulled off her suit jacket. She held my eyes with hers as she climbed the stairs at a much slower pace.
When the ceiling interrupted our eye contact, I felt confused ... Why was she acting like this? I took a moment to look around. The house was pleasant. Not overly decorated or such, but it was comfortable. Even the temperature was pleasant, which made me wonder why she shed her jacket. Maybe the upper floor was warmer? But what was with the eye-contact?
I went to the stairs and found her standing next to the railing, waiting for me. She giggled and ran off the other way, leaving her jacket.
I quickly climbed the stairs, turned, and spotted her going through another door. Then I noticed her shoes on the floor, as if she had kicked them off before going in. I shrugged. If she wanted to be more comfortable, I didn’t have a problem with it. It made me wonder: should I take off my shoes before going into her office?
I approached the open door and asked, without looking in, “Do you want me to take off my shoes too?”
“Yes,” she said. “It’ll make it easier.”
The thought ran through my head: Are we going to be counting on our toes?
I kicked off my shoes and stepped through the doorway.
The room wasn’t an office. It looked more like what my parents had set up in the bonus room over their garage. Come to think of it, I was sure this was a similar space. However, Ms Takeda had decorated this room differently. There were straps hanging from the walls, an enormous bed dominating the center of the room, and some kind of swing stood on the far side. A dark, waterproof material covered the walls, and flush-mount wall sconces provided the only lighting.
I stood next to the door, studying the room while Ms Takeda stripped. She wiggled around as if performing a dance. Her movements were energetic and amusing. Once she was naked, she looked back at me with a grin. Then, she noticed me still dressed and asked, “What are you doing? Get undressed. We don’t have much time.”
While I understood why she was naked and what she wanted, I was confused as to the purpose of our meeting. “I thought we were going to talk about my family’s finances?” I asked.
She looked at me again as she pulled on some straps on the walls. “We are, but I want sex too. Since Ms Kulick isn’t here, we might as well multi-task.”
I stepped further into the room, but didn’t reach for any buttons. “Will you be able to answer my questions while we do this?”
She looked at me with a manic smile, let go of the strap she was testing, and sauntered my way. “Unless I have your cock in my throat, yes.” Then she stopped in front of me, looked down at the growing tent of my pants, and said, “Okay, I may have trouble speaking if you’re in my mouth at all.”
I began unbuttoning the cuffs of my shirt and asked, “Why do we need the straps?”
She looked up with a glint in her eye. “Would you prefer the swing?”
I tried to answer, but stopped myself with a smile. “Would I be the one in the swing?”
She blinked at me and then realized I was joking. “Oh! No, I would, but you have given me food for thought.”
I nodded as I unbuttoned my shirt. “So Lana didn’t mention any of this. Does she know?”