Sovereign Magus
Copyright© 2026 by TechnicDragon
Chapter 6
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 6 - 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 Big Breasts Size
The ride back to Jordan’s apartment was quiet. My thoughts were buzzing around with the spells I had learned and used. Not to mention the way the bond spell ended with Trudi. I thought I had gotten past that. Why did it happen again? What did it mean?
I looked up and caught Angela watching me in the rear-view mirror. Amanda and Trudi insisted I sit in the back with them, and that’s where I sat. The girls behaved, though each of them had a hand resting on my inner thighs.
I caught Angela’s expression in the mirror. She looked a touch confused, as if she didn’t understand something. It might have been possible she was trying to decide which young man would be her new Fonte, and somehow I was being used as the bar. It wasn’t my business, so I didn’t ask.
A familiar car sat in front of Jordan’s apartment. As Angela pulled up next to it, I looked over and Jana looked at us. Amanda, Trudi, and I all piled out of Angela’s car.
Jana rolled down her window. “I have a checkup. Would you like to go?” She asked.
I nodded and turned to look at Trudi, but Angela stood there instead. She stared at me as if she needed me to know something without telling me. I asked, “Is something wrong?”
She shook her head with wide eyes, as if I had surprised her or something.
I reached up and touched her cheek. She was warm to the touch. “We can talk later.”
She nodded with a small smile, but remained silent.
“Okay,” I said, pulling away. “I’ll see you after I get back from this appointment.”
She nodded again, and I watched her walk away.
Amanda and Trudi stepped up to me with mixed expectations. I looked from one to the other. “I’m going with Jana to her checkup.” Then I looked at Amanda specifically. “Is it okay if I go alone?”
She frowned and asked, “It’s a prenatal checkup, right?” I nodded. She stepped back, like it might be contagious. “I’m okay. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Trudi watched her walk away for a second and turned to me. “Where do you plan to sleep tonight?”
“I’m not sure,” I said, thinking about it. “It is likely that someone — or several someones — has planned out the next few nights for me.” She pouted, which made me pull her to me for a kiss. “I’ll make sure you and I have some time alone this weekend.”
She hummed her happiness, kissed me again, and pulled away.
After watching her go, I moved around Jana’s car to get in on the passenger side. Vanessa sat there, so I doubled back and sat behind Jana.
Vanessa turned and nodded at Trudi. “I thought she was Angela’s Fonte.”
I sighed. “We just had a training session. Tanner taught us Fonte Trading.”
Vanessa’s amused expression vanished. I also caught Jana staring at me in the rear-view mirror.
I realized they were worried and waiting for me to say something further. “Trudi is one of my new Fonti, but that’s the only change. It was only a training session. Besides, the intent of the spell is for me to make someone else’s Fonte mine. I’m not giving you away.”
Vanessa let out the breath she had been holding. Jana rolled her eyes. I felt the car shift gears, and we pulled away from the apartment building.
Vanessa smiled at me. “This is going to be fun!”
I smiled back.
Like most rides with Jana, very little was said. Vanessa, however, loved to talk. “I really hope it’s a boy.”
“Why?” I asked.
She thought about it and said, “I think it’ll be easier raising him.”
I glanced at the back of Jana’s head, but then caught her reflection in the rear-view mirror. She didn’t look happy or sad; maybe thoughtful. “Do you have a preference?” I asked Jana.
She shrugged and then shook her head.
We arrived at the hospital, and I jumped out first. I opened Jana’s door and held out my hand to help her out. She looked at my hand, like I had offered her something disgusting. “What? You think that just because I’m pregnant I need your help?”
“I never believed you needed my help,” I said. “But I offer it, anyway.”
She rolled her eyes, took my hand, and eased out of the car. She wasn’t so far into her pregnancy that she had problems getting to her feet, but touching her, just like with any of my Fonti, felt good.
Jana wore a cream blouse with a turtleneck and long sleeves. The top section of the blouse hugged her bulging breasts like second-skin, showing me how much she had grown since becoming pregnant. The rest of the blouse hung loose to her hips. She also wore a pair of black pants and high-heels. Her chestnut locks flowed to her butt and looked much thicker than I remembered. She smiled as I looked her over. “You were only gone for a month,” she said. “I haven’t gotten that fat.”
Vanessa came around the car. She wore a fluffy fur coat, black pants, and high heels.
I looked from her shoes to Jana’s and back again. Vanessa, I understood. She was only five-three. The heels helped her with her height. Jana, however, stood at five-eight. She towered over Vanessa and was almost my height. I wasn’t worried about how tall they were, but I knew how intimate they were and I didn’t understand why they wouldn’t want to be closer to the same height. More than that, how many pregnant women wear heels?
Jana shook her head, crossed her arms as best she could under her breasts, and looked away. Vanessa looked at her and then at me. She grinned, as if nothing was wrong, and then lunged at me, almost knocking me down with a hug.
Her lips found mine, and I wrestled with that long tongue of hers for a moment. When she pulled back and eased back down to her feet, I found my center of gravity again and smiled back.
Jana watched us with an expression I rarely saw on her face: longing.
I didn’t wave her to me. Instead, I excused myself from Vanessa and stepped over to her. She didn’t pull away as I hugged her, but she took her time returning the gesture.
I watched her face until she finally looked at me. I didn’t move in for a kiss. It would have made her mad. Instead, I said, “You are not fat.” She frowned, and I continued. “You are beautiful, maybe even more so than when I first met you.”
“Because I’m carrying your baby?” she asked under her breath.
“While that adds to your beauty for me, it is not the sole reason for my belief.”
“Fuck belief,” Vanessa said. “It’s a fact.”
“Yeah, it’s a fact that I’m fat,” Jana said.
I swatted her butt. “Stop that.”
She startled and stared at me, mouth agape. “You do not hit a pregnant woman.”
“And you don’t belittle the truth when it’s spoken,” I said. Then I arched an eyebrow. “Besides, the occasional swat on the butt won’t hurt you, or our baby.”
She looked up at that. Her eyes met mine, and I noticed something moving behind them. Something I said stirred something in her. “What?” I asked.
“You said ‘our baby’.”
I nodded. “Yours and mine.” Then I nodded toward the blonde. “And I’m certain Vanessa would like to be involved.”
“But I ... I...”
Vanessa stepped up next to us. “She didn’t believe you would accept her because of the baby.”
“Have I done or said anything that would suggest I wouldn’t accept the baby, or you because of the baby?”
They shared a look, which suggested that they had talked extensively about this. “Don’t do that telepathic-woman-talk-with-a-look thing you two do. Talk to me.”
Jana gave me a side-eye. Vanessa tried to look anywhere but at either of us.
I reached out and pulled Vanessa into our hug. Then I reached down and grabbed a butt-cheek of each of them, and squeezed. “Talk to me.”
Both of them reacted to the groping with mixed expressions: shock, horror, and excitement. Vanessa cracked first. “We talked to Jordan.”
I relaxed my grip and rubbed the areas I had held. “Okay, go on.”
“We knew your power had grown a lot since we met,” she said. “We wondered if sex with Jana would affect the baby.”
That thought hit me like a Mack truck. I stepped back from the two of them, stumbled for a step, and then leaned against the side of the car.
It never occurred to me. I had always been worried about hurting my girls with sex. Not physically, but the damage done when my magic feeds off them. I only had a vague understanding of how it worked and knew under-aged sexually active teens participated. Especially because most Magi undergo initiation when they reach puberty. What never crossed my mind was how sex with a pregnant woman would affect the fetus. Would I hurt the child? Was it possible I might ... No. I couldn’t even think of that possibility.
Vanessa reached me first. “Seth. We talked to Jordan about this. She told us it’s okay.”
I looked at her. “She said it was okay?” She nodded. Jana, standing behind her, nodded too. “How?”
Vanessa shook her head. “I don’t understand all the details, but Jordan said it was like your magic understood that you weren’t having sex with the fetus. You will draw power from the mother, but not from the baby. You won’t hurt the baby.”
I recalled talking to my half-sister, Valory, about having children. She thought it was a bad idea, mostly because of trying to explain to the mother what the child was should they be a Magus. Of course, she didn’t know that all my Fonti already knew about me. It made me wonder if there was something else she might have worried about.
Vanessa touched my chest. “Are you okay?”
I nodded and straightened up. Then I looked over at Jana. “I would do nothing to hurt any of you, or the baby.”
She gave me a rare smile.
Vanessa gave me a quick hug, and then the three of us headed for the hospital entrance.
Jana already had an appointment scheduled. When her name was called, all three of us went to the door.
A nurse in light blue scrubs stood there, holding it open. Jana and Vanessa walked through, but when I tried to follow them, the nurse stopped me. “Who are you?” she asked in a tone that suggested I didn’t belong.
I nodded at the other two, who had stopped, and said, “I’m with them.”
She frowned at me and then shook her head. “This isn’t a peep show, kid. Go sit down.”
Vanessa stepped over and said, “He’s the father.”
The nurse frowned harder. She looked over at Jana, back at Vanessa, and then up at me. “He looks too young.”
“I’m a college student,” I said, feeling self-conscious.
Vanessa smiled at me and then turned that same longing gaze for the nurse to see. “He is an adult,” she said in a low, sultry tone. Then stepped closer to me and affectionately ran her hand over my chest while watching the nurse.
The nurse’s expression became hard to read. She might have started off as annoyed by my presence, but it had since shifted to something akin to curiosity.
Vanessa apparently found the nurse’s reaction unsatisfactory and escalated the situation by saying, “It’s only a matter of time before I’m in the same state she’s in, thanks to him.”