Once I had dribbled everything I could into her, I started to turn limp. Esther’s breathing was mostly controlled as well by that point. I rolled off her. I stripped completely. Esther did the same. The shirt, however, stayed on. “You don’t need that here,” I whispered encouragingly, pulling it off her with determination. Once she was naked, I brushed over her back with the back of my fingers. When I came into contact with the particularly large and gruesome scars by her shoulderblades, she jumped as if I had just poked her with a hot iron. Immediately I pulled my hand back. “I’m so sorry.”
“I… don’t be, gentle Karitas,” Esther sighed and dropped against me. “That was… new…?” she was confused by this. So was I. Encouraging touches to her back were an almost daily occurrence and all reactions so far had been purely psychological. That was different. “This, however…,” she picked her ruined bra up with her toes. Accusingly, she dangled it in front of my face. “...is an almost weekly occurrence.”
“If I may put it plainly: you have no idea how much I hate your bras.” I said this with the full earnestness deserved by these accursed barriers between me and pure softness. “Even if they were a fully sapient race, I would genocide them. That’s how much I loathe these things.”
“It is proper to wear one.”
“Proper…” I grumbled something critical about the state of universal society. Sure, bras had their uses, particularly when it came to keeping the squishiest of these glorious mounds still while doing physical work, but did they really have to be the general norm? “My fantastic, gorgeous, wonderful lady, Esther, Queen of my Anomalia and light of my life, I have a simple and yet utterly brilliant proposal for you.”
“State it in 20 words or less,” she demanded.
‘Way to steal my thunder,’ I complained in my head. “How about you become my full-time sex slave and never leave the bedroom? Bra issue eliminated.”
Humming as if she was seriously considering it, she did give me the slightest bit of hope my joke would become an actual reality. After all, my Esther did have certain inclinations. Maybe she was ready for me to order a collar and a nametag for her and-
“No.”
I let out a long, theatrical sigh, as my fantasy was reduced from ‘fully manifested reality’ to ‘likely future bedroom roleplay’. “What is even the point of this existence of mine, if I cannot possess that which I hold dearest?”
“To ruin and acquire new bras for me,” Esther stated drily and tossed the reprehensible piece of underwear with her leg. “I dislike the confinement. I dislike the stares and the jiggling more.”
“But the jiggling is the best!” I put my palms under her twin mounds and softly bounced them. Delectably, the hilltops of her breasts drooped past my palms, like… like… breasts that drooped past palms. There were few things quite like it. Nothing, really. “Just look at that,” I insisted, entrancing myself with the rippling of her chest. “If your boobs were people, I would marry them in a heartbeat. I’d get gorgeous twins out of the deal.”
“They wouldn’t be identical,” Esther reminded me.
As was normal, one of her breasts (the left one) was just a teeny-tiny bit larger than the other. Esther was way too aware of this flaw in her symmetry. No man ever cared; few even really noticed such things unless they were specifically pointed out to them. The sight of breasts was too powerful a distraction. “You’re way too self-aware about that.”
“Considering you would leave me for my breasts, I should pay attention.”
I grumbled in surrender. She had won that line of banter. Entertaining myself further with the bouncing, the squishing, the kneading, and the tiny gasps she let out in response, I found no words to say anything else. Enticed, I barely recalled how careful I had to be with her breasts when I had first been allowed direct contact. Now I could be reasonably rough and expect her to moan for me in delight. Wonderful, what trust, habits and understanding did.
My erection inevitably returned. Esther panted and clicked her tongue. Vocalizations of two very different emotions. “I have questions and a duty.”
“May I be informed what you mean by each?” I requested, even if I could make an educated guess.
“The Astral Essence still intrigues me and your manhood will not tend to itself.”
“I don’t know if it’s your duty to tend to my dick… even if I really like the sound of that,” I averted my gaze from her boobs for a moment to dedicate more of my brain to that question. “Be it, that I would see it as a moral failing of mine to provide satisfaction in the event of your desire burning hot. Applying that standard equally, I suppose it is a form of duty to satisfy me.”
“Precisely,” Esther’s soft voice stated, as if it were an obvious matter of fact. In a way it was. It certainly resonated emotionally on the deep-seated level of adoration. She grabbed my kneading hands and removed them from her chest. “Besides,” she whispered temptingly, “it is my fault that you are erect again, lustful Karitas.”
Since I had just had my fix of establishing dominance, I silently let her decide how she would take care of me. Turning towards me, she put a hand against my chest. For a few seconds, we both thought she would push me over and climb on top of me. Then she decided differently, fell backwards herself, and invitingly sprawled out her limbs. Her pussy was oozing a trickle of white from our engagement minutes prior.
I may have had my basic dominance fix, but it seemed Esther was not quite done getting topped. Taking her invitation as it was presented, I plunged back into her pussy. Still wet and still stretched from the previous pounding, it was easy to penetrate her. Her arms and legs wrapped around me, hugging me almost as tightly as her folds did.
Aside from the position, it was a complete continuation of how we had been copulating earlier. She was underneath me, moaning into my ear, while I responded with animalistic grunts. Again and again, I smashed into her eager cunt. Instead of her perfect ass, her shapely thighs took the brunt of the thrusts. Flattened funbags were smooshed against by a woman all too eager to remind me that they were a part of her.
Aggressively, I grabbed Esther’s head, pinned it between my palms and delivered kisses with force. Her fingers clawed at my back, making me once more thankful that she was one who kept her nails short. Heels dug into the back of my hips, urging me to push deeper even when I was fully sheathed inside her.
An unbroken series of thrusts filled the harem-sized bedroom with the various noises of sex. Her blissful moans. My own gasps. The clapping of smooth flesh on smooth flesh. Wet smacks that accompanied the rapid penetrations. Bedsheets rustling.
Esther screamed, as she came for the first time in this round – well before I did. I stopped, concentrated on kissing and cuddling her, and let her gather her breath for a bit. When the repeated tightening of her pussy reduced in frequency and intensity, I resumed, working her afterglow into the pursuit of the next orgasm.
It was, most of the time, easier to endure when a second round followed so closely, especially when morning sex was such a constant. I also had enough presence of mind to be more creative this time. Considering Esther had elected this position, I decided not to change it. Instead, I just gave her, hard and fast, exactly what she wanted.
“Yeee-yesssss!” Esther shouted. “I love you! I love you, my Karitas…”
“I’m cumming,” I warned her.
“My mouth!” she screamed, the ecstasy making her voice so much louder and more erotic. “Finish in my mouth!”
“Oh fuck…” I gasped, between excitement and panic. In a hurry, I pulled out of the quivering quim and straddled Esther’s chest. I could feel her hips jerk off the ground behind me. Her tits brushed against my legs, as she raised her head. Too slow, as I was already past the point of no return. The first rope of cum shot out, much of it staining that rebellious strand of hair that went across her face.
Gracelessly, just aimed at doing what she wanted to do, Esther hastily wrapped her red lips around my cock for the first time. They formed a tight seal around the head. Her tongue aimed for that sensitive spot at the underside, circling it with the tip, just as the class on the matter had told her a man would enjoy.
Clumsy and hasty as it was, it worked on me like a charm. It was one of the few instances where the second blast was more intense than the first, pumping what I had to give into her hot, wet mouth. Still holding onto her hair, I was sorely tempted to pull her down further. Between my limbs locking up and a spark of reason, I reined in my greed.
Esther did not go any deeper. Her hands cupped my balls and worked my shaft, making sure I spilled every last drop I could in her mouth. “Oh yeah… that’s it…” I groaned, encouragingly. This was not the blowjob I wanted, it hardly even qualified as oral, but it was progress. My balls emptied past her lips.
Carefully, I pulled back, smearing the last drop of sticky white over her chin on the way out. Esther presented to me my load. It was the fourth of the day and, in terms of quantity, not that impressive. Submissively, the lady of my love kept her golden eyes locked on me, swirling what she had gathered with her tongue. When I nodded, she closed her lips and gulped audibly.
“Good girl,” I complimented her. It was beyond adorable to see her smile at the two words. We were conditioning each other in many ways. I knew which adjectives in front of my name I wanted to seek out and avoid. She knew just how pleased I was when I used that little phrase.
With how stained her face was now, I had no bad conscience about messing it up further. Pulling her towards my crotch, I let my mostly erect cock settle across her face. She took an excited breath, inhaling my scent – mixed firmly with hers. “It truly is worrisome how much I adore this phallus,” she said, while the mixture of our love juices pulled sticky strands between my dick and her skin.
“I wish I could go another round,” I wheezed, my dick slowly decreasing in size. “I’ll need a protein shake and half an hour though… that was incredibly hot.”
“The idea possessed me,” Esther confessed, each of her breaths felt on my balls.
“You always seem to go a little further when you’re turned on,” I analysed out loud.
“Appears so,” Esther agreed.
I grinned ear to ear. “It therefore follows, if I get you mindlessly turned on, I can do whatever I want with you?”
“You can try, my King,” Esther purred, then shifted around a little bit. That was enough for my now flaccid dick to flop off her and just dangle, purpose fulfilled, between my legs.
I was not entirely satisfied with my performance. Not because I thought Esther was going to bed tonight thinking I had come short or something like that. I was just considering that I wanted Esther, Aclysia and up to six more women after them to reach the same level of bliss on a daily basis. I had researched alchemical ways to help with that. My natural performance would not suffice, not even boosted by the traditional ways.
Part of the Anomalia was an increase of any pleasure that originated from me for those who were a part of my harem. That would only go so far, however, and the two large issues were that I could only cum so often, particularly in succession, and that I could only be at one place. Both were problems the Kings of Anomalias would have had since the inception of the practice. There had to be more solutions than alchemical supplements. I would have to ask Danielle about this, best before my Anomalia grew so large that problems started to manifest.
Esther scooped up a little bit of the cum on her face with her finger and licked it off with the same attitude a cat would clean its paw. “My duty is fulfilled, leaving me with questions.”
“How about asking them in the bath?” I suggested. Both of us were sticky from excess and sweat. “I will grab that protein shake and be right there with you.”
“Bring two,” she demanded.
I put on some underpants and left the room. I met Arlethia in the kitchen, who only looked up for half a second to see me walking in, before returning to whatever she was reading. We just acknowledged each other’s existence, while I went to the fridge.
Shakers and chocolate flavoured protein powder were recent additions to our household, but something I appreciated solely because it gave me something to fill myself with between meals. I threw two scoops of powder into the plastic containers, topped it off with milk, screwed the tops shut, and shook them both as I marched towards the bathroom where I would find Esther.
The mansion had a total of seven bathrooms, three on the base floor, two for each floor above that. Of those seven, five were spacious for what they contained (the usual combination of sink, toilet and shower). Only the remaining two were the kind of luxurious sprawl expected of a mansion. Importantly, they were equipped with bathtubs that could easily fit four, maybe five people.
I wasn’t quite sure why the scale stopped there, when Anomalias typically had a size of 10. Given Welldark’s general ‘prove yourself’ philosophy, it was likely that the mansion wasn’t meant to be perfect, since the dormitories of the two highest ranks were supposed to be better. Maybe there was an element of large Anomalias not being expected in the first year.
In any case, I knocked on the bathroom door twice and said, “It’s me.”
Only after hearing my voice, did Esther unlock the door. Wearing a shirt and panties, she let me come inside. With a click, the lock snapped back shut behind me. I put the shakers down by the broad, grey rim of the bathtub. Thirty seconds later, the two of us sat inside the slowly filling tub. There was ample space, but we only occupied one corner. I lacked the libido to get another erection, but I certainly still craved her proximity.
I put my hand into the water, currently around the midriff of our half-lying forms. “Hmm, maybe I should have taken my Ashod along. For a bit of music and entertainment.”
“People survived without constant audio and visual stimulation for thousands of years; you can accomplish the same.”
“No wonder they had so many kids,” I joked, while I rubbed the clear water all over Esther’s body. I would give her a back massage after we were done with this bath. All of those muscles carrying her large breasts were fulfilling a divine task and had to be maintained with the appropriate amount of veneration by proxy.
“Begin with your explanation.”
The suddenness of that request made me chuckle. “Alright… where should I start…?” I sorted my thoughts. Never had I considered having to explain this before, so I had to find words to convey what I knew instinctively. “You should have felt it yourself, the Dimensional Truth, bordering your entranced senses when you are deep in meditation. That vast, homeless knowledge that exists at the edge of your perception, only to be felt when all other senses are subsumed to relaxation.”
Esther cupped the warm water with her hands and splashed her face with it, rubbing what remained of the stickiness from it. “Indeed,” she answered. “Continue with what I desire to know, not with what I already know.”
“I wouldn’t want to tell you something before the Dimensional Truth shows it to you, it makes for… a bad experience,” I told her carefully. Those flashing images that I had seen at the end of my contact with the Astral Sea, the abomination floating in space, were typical experiences at the end of every contact with the Dimensional Truth. “The free-flowing information that connects all realities of this three-dimensional plane, it sort of senses when you know something you shouldn’t yet and then it… fills the gap. Otherwise, it just piles on top in the order of what your mind can take, for the most part.”
Esther’s response was twofold. For one, she changed the dynamic of who was cleaning who. Rather than me gently rubbing her face, it was her giving my abs a bit of a scrub. It was a nice sensation. The daggers she stared at me, a wordless demand to get to the point, I did not find pleasing.
‘Just trying to prevent your mind from breaking in unwanted ways,’ I thought. That statement would not have put an end to the glaring. “Alright… the Master of Magic did say you would be ready soon too, so I guess this is fine…” I pushed her back a little bit, so we sat across each other in the now chest-high water. “Imagine this bathtub to be the unclaimed energy which we store in us and utilize with our Astral Capacity. The Astral Sea, many call it, or the plane of fundamental energy.” Esther nodded and I raised my hand. “This is how you, and I until today, communicate with the Dimensional Truth.”
I made a tightly clenched fist and carefully submerged it, barely creating any ripples or disturbance. After a few moments, I raised it back up. A few drops of water dripped from my skin, barely anything joined when I loosened my fingers.
“We submerge ourselves in the untapped force, but it only touches the very surface of our souls. Just like little water sticks to a clenched fist, so too does the little Astrality we have contact with manage to expand our capacity to wield it. However, we are also safe, because this distance prevents the power within us from coming into close contact with that outside us. Now, to increase the effectiveness of the cultivation, we need to find a way to do away with that difference. One is through training, the other is through having a master of cultivation hand you an Astral Essence. A piece of the Astral Sea, carried over to this side, which will use the proximity of your soul to return to its origin. It uses you and you then use it. Whichever of the two paths you follow, it now looks more like this.”
I raised my hand again. Instead of making a clenched fist, I made a loose one. The fingers formed a basic funnel. When I submerged and then brought up my hand again, water dripped out of the little hole my pinkie left open. “And so additional power from the Astral Sea reaches you,” Esther summarized.
“Precisely,” I said and moved over to the valve to stop the flow of water into the bathtub. “In the Astral Sea, your soul is part of the might of the cosmos. Diving into it too early risks your soul ‘fraying’, because your will is not yet strong enough to keep yourself consolidated. Once you can overcome that hurdle, the cultivation is a lot more efficient, because you do not merely absorb what rubs up against you, you can actively pull it into you, expanding your Astral Capacity.”
Esther hummed and resumed her caress of my body. Given that I had already resolved to give her that massage, I received the care happily. Repayment in full would not have to wait long. “Do I understand correctly that our current meditations are practice for the eventual diving into the Astral Sea, then?”
“Yes.” I grabbed the protein shake. The cold, chocolate flavoured milk was a nice contrast to the lukewarm water and Esther’s hands working my thighs. “Eventually we won’t need the room either. It’s easier there because that place is somehow tied to the Astral Sea. No idea how. Maybe it’s some kind of demi-plane?”
Esther inquisitively stared at me, then shook her head and smiled. “Mysteries will be solved, in time. Magic is always a mess.”
Once I had dribbled everything I could into her, I started to turn limp. Esther’s breathing was mostly controlled as well by that point. I rolled off her. I stripped completely. Esther did the same. The shirt, however, stayed on. “You don’t need that here,” I whispered encouragingly, pulling it off her with determination. Once she was naked, I brushed over her back with the back of my fingers. When I came into contact with the particularly large and gruesome scars by her shoulderblades, she jumped as if I had just poked her with a hot iron. Immediately I pulled my hand back. “I’m so sorry.”
“I… don’t be, gentle Karitas,” Esther sighed and dropped against me. “That was… new…?” she was confused by this. So was I. Encouraging touches to her back were an almost daily occurrence and all reactions so far had been purely psychological. That was different. “This, however…,” she picked her ruined bra up with her toes. Accusingly, she dangled it in front of my face. “...is an almost weekly occurrence.”
“If I may put it plainly: you have no idea how much I hate your bras.” I said this with the full earnestness deserved by these accursed barriers between me and pure softness. “Even if they were a fully sapient race, I would genocide them. That’s how much I loathe these things.”
“It is proper to wear one.”
“Proper…” I grumbled something critical about the state of universal society. Sure, bras had their uses, particularly when it came to keeping the squishiest of these glorious mounds still while doing physical work, but did they really have to be the general norm? “My fantastic, gorgeous, wonderful lady, Esther, Queen of my Anomalia and light of my life, I have a simple and yet utterly brilliant proposal for you.”
“State it in 20 words or less,” she demanded.
‘Way to steal my thunder,’ I complained in my head. “How about you become my full-time sex slave and never leave the bedroom? Bra issue eliminated.”
Humming as if she was seriously considering it, she did give me the slightest bit of hope my joke would become an actual reality. After all, my Esther did have certain inclinations. Maybe she was ready for me to order a collar and a nametag for her and-
“No.”
I let out a long, theatrical sigh, as my fantasy was reduced from ‘fully manifested reality’ to ‘likely future bedroom roleplay’. “What is even the point of this existence of mine, if I cannot possess that which I hold dearest?”
“To ruin and acquire new bras for me,” Esther stated drily and tossed the reprehensible piece of underwear with her leg. “I dislike the confinement. I dislike the stares and the jiggling more.”
“But the jiggling is the best!” I put my palms under her twin mounds and softly bounced them. Delectably, the hilltops of her breasts drooped past my palms, like… like… breasts that drooped past palms. There were few things quite like it. Nothing, really. “Just look at that,” I insisted, entrancing myself with the rippling of her chest. “If your boobs were people, I would marry them in a heartbeat. I’d get gorgeous twins out of the deal.”
“They wouldn’t be identical,” Esther reminded me.
As was normal, one of her breasts (the left one) was just a teeny-tiny bit larger than the other. Esther was way too aware of this flaw in her symmetry. No man ever cared; few even really noticed such things unless they were specifically pointed out to them. The sight of breasts was too powerful a distraction. “You’re way too self-aware about that.”
“Considering you would leave me for my breasts, I should pay attention.”
I grumbled in surrender. She had won that line of banter. Entertaining myself further with the bouncing, the squishing, the kneading, and the tiny gasps she let out in response, I found no words to say anything else. Enticed, I barely recalled how careful I had to be with her breasts when I had first been allowed direct contact. Now I could be reasonably rough and expect her to moan for me in delight. Wonderful, what trust, habits and understanding did.
My erection inevitably returned. Esther panted and clicked her tongue. Vocalizations of two very different emotions. “I have questions and a duty.”
“May I be informed what you mean by each?” I requested, even if I could make an educated guess.
“The Astral Essence still intrigues me and your manhood will not tend to itself.”
“I don’t know if it’s your duty to tend to my dick… even if I really like the sound of that,” I averted my gaze from her boobs for a moment to dedicate more of my brain to that question. “Be it, that I would see it as a moral failing of mine to provide satisfaction in the event of your desire burning hot. Applying that standard equally, I suppose it is a form of duty to satisfy me.”
“Precisely,” Esther’s soft voice stated, as if it were an obvious matter of fact. In a way it was. It certainly resonated emotionally on the deep-seated level of adoration. She grabbed my kneading hands and removed them from her chest. “Besides,” she whispered temptingly, “it is my fault that you are erect again, lustful Karitas.”
Since I had just had my fix of establishing dominance, I silently let her decide how she would take care of me. Turning towards me, she put a hand against my chest. For a few seconds, we both thought she would push me over and climb on top of me. Then she decided differently, fell backwards herself, and invitingly sprawled out her limbs. Her pussy was oozing a trickle of white from our engagement minutes prior.
I may have had my basic dominance fix, but it seemed Esther was not quite done getting topped. Taking her invitation as it was presented, I plunged back into her pussy. Still wet and still stretched from the previous pounding, it was easy to penetrate her. Her arms and legs wrapped around me, hugging me almost as tightly as her folds did.
Aside from the position, it was a complete continuation of how we had been copulating earlier. She was underneath me, moaning into my ear, while I responded with animalistic grunts. Again and again, I smashed into her eager cunt. Instead of her perfect ass, her shapely thighs took the brunt of the thrusts. Flattened funbags were smooshed against by a woman all too eager to remind me that they were a part of her.
Aggressively, I grabbed Esther’s head, pinned it between my palms and delivered kisses with force. Her fingers clawed at my back, making me once more thankful that she was one who kept her nails short. Heels dug into the back of my hips, urging me to push deeper even when I was fully sheathed inside her.
An unbroken series of thrusts filled the harem-sized bedroom with the various noises of sex. Her blissful moans. My own gasps. The clapping of smooth flesh on smooth flesh. Wet smacks that accompanied the rapid penetrations. Bedsheets rustling.
Esther screamed, as she came for the first time in this round – well before I did. I stopped, concentrated on kissing and cuddling her, and let her gather her breath for a bit. When the repeated tightening of her pussy reduced in frequency and intensity, I resumed, working her afterglow into the pursuit of the next orgasm.
It was, most of the time, easier to endure when a second round followed so closely, especially when morning sex was such a constant. I also had enough presence of mind to be more creative this time. Considering Esther had elected this position, I decided not to change it. Instead, I just gave her, hard and fast, exactly what she wanted.
“Yeee-yesssss!” Esther shouted. “I love you! I love you, my Karitas…”
“I’m cumming,” I warned her.
“My mouth!” she screamed, the ecstasy making her voice so much louder and more erotic. “Finish in my mouth!”
“Oh fuck…” I gasped, between excitement and panic. In a hurry, I pulled out of the quivering quim and straddled Esther’s chest. I could feel her hips jerk off the ground behind me. Her tits brushed against my legs, as she raised her head. Too slow, as I was already past the point of no return. The first rope of cum shot out, much of it staining that rebellious strand of hair that went across her face.
Gracelessly, just aimed at doing what she wanted to do, Esther hastily wrapped her red lips around my cock for the first time. They formed a tight seal around the head. Her tongue aimed for that sensitive spot at the underside, circling it with the tip, just as the class on the matter had told her a man would enjoy.
Clumsy and hasty as it was, it worked on me like a charm. It was one of the few instances where the second blast was more intense than the first, pumping what I had to give into her hot, wet mouth. Still holding onto her hair, I was sorely tempted to pull her down further. Between my limbs locking up and a spark of reason, I reined in my greed.
Esther did not go any deeper. Her hands cupped my balls and worked my shaft, making sure I spilled every last drop I could in her mouth. “Oh yeah… that’s it…” I groaned, encouragingly. This was not the blowjob I wanted, it hardly even qualified as oral, but it was progress. My balls emptied past her lips.
Carefully, I pulled back, smearing the last drop of sticky white over her chin on the way out. Esther presented to me my load. It was the fourth of the day and, in terms of quantity, not that impressive. Submissively, the lady of my love kept her golden eyes locked on me, swirling what she had gathered with her tongue. When I nodded, she closed her lips and gulped audibly.
“Good girl,” I complimented her. It was beyond adorable to see her smile at the two words. We were conditioning each other in many ways. I knew which adjectives in front of my name I wanted to seek out and avoid. She knew just how pleased I was when I used that little phrase.
With how stained her face was now, I had no bad conscience about messing it up further. Pulling her towards my crotch, I let my mostly erect cock settle across her face. She took an excited breath, inhaling my scent – mixed firmly with hers. “It truly is worrisome how much I adore this phallus,” she said, while the mixture of our love juices pulled sticky strands between my dick and her skin.
“I wish I could go another round,” I wheezed, my dick slowly decreasing in size. “I’ll need a protein shake and half an hour though… that was incredibly hot.”
“The idea possessed me,” Esther confessed, each of her breaths felt on my balls.
“You always seem to go a little further when you’re turned on,” I analysed out loud.
“Appears so,” Esther agreed.
I grinned ear to ear. “It therefore follows, if I get you mindlessly turned on, I can do whatever I want with you?”
“You can try, my King,” Esther purred, then shifted around a little bit. That was enough for my now flaccid dick to flop off her and just dangle, purpose fulfilled, between my legs.
I was not entirely satisfied with my performance. Not because I thought Esther was going to bed tonight thinking I had come short or something like that. I was just considering that I wanted Esther, Aclysia and up to six more women after them to reach the same level of bliss on a daily basis. I had researched alchemical ways to help with that. My natural performance would not suffice, not even boosted by the traditional ways.
Part of the Anomalia was an increase of any pleasure that originated from me for those who were a part of my harem. That would only go so far, however, and the two large issues were that I could only cum so often, particularly in succession, and that I could only be at one place. Both were problems the Kings of Anomalias would have had since the inception of the practice. There had to be more solutions than alchemical supplements. I would have to ask Danielle about this, best before my Anomalia grew so large that problems started to manifest.
Esther scooped up a little bit of the cum on her face with her finger and licked it off with the same attitude a cat would clean its paw. “My duty is fulfilled, leaving me with questions.”
“How about asking them in the bath?” I suggested. Both of us were sticky from excess and sweat. “I will grab that protein shake and be right there with you.”
“Bring two,” she demanded.
I put on some underpants and left the room. I met Arlethia in the kitchen, who only looked up for half a second to see me walking in, before returning to whatever she was reading. We just acknowledged each other’s existence, while I went to the fridge.
Shakers and chocolate flavoured protein powder were recent additions to our household, but something I appreciated solely because it gave me something to fill myself with between meals. I threw two scoops of powder into the plastic containers, topped it off with milk, screwed the tops shut, and shook them both as I marched towards the bathroom where I would find Esther.
The mansion had a total of seven bathrooms, three on the base floor, two for each floor above that. Of those seven, five were spacious for what they contained (the usual combination of sink, toilet and shower). Only the remaining two were the kind of luxurious sprawl expected of a mansion. Importantly, they were equipped with bathtubs that could easily fit four, maybe five people.
I wasn’t quite sure why the scale stopped there, when Anomalias typically had a size of 10. Given Welldark’s general ‘prove yourself’ philosophy, it was likely that the mansion wasn’t meant to be perfect, since the dormitories of the two highest ranks were supposed to be better. Maybe there was an element of large Anomalias not being expected in the first year.
In any case, I knocked on the bathroom door twice and said, “It’s me.”
Only after hearing my voice, did Esther unlock the door. Wearing a shirt and panties, she let me come inside. With a click, the lock snapped back shut behind me. I put the shakers down by the broad, grey rim of the bathtub. Thirty seconds later, the two of us sat inside the slowly filling tub. There was ample space, but we only occupied one corner. I lacked the libido to get another erection, but I certainly still craved her proximity.
I put my hand into the water, currently around the midriff of our half-lying forms. “Hmm, maybe I should have taken my Ashod along. For a bit of music and entertainment.”
“People survived without constant audio and visual stimulation for thousands of years; you can accomplish the same.”
“No wonder they had so many kids,” I joked, while I rubbed the clear water all over Esther’s body. I would give her a back massage after we were done with this bath. All of those muscles carrying her large breasts were fulfilling a divine task and had to be maintained with the appropriate amount of veneration by proxy.
“Begin with your explanation.”
The suddenness of that request made me chuckle. “Alright… where should I start…?” I sorted my thoughts. Never had I considered having to explain this before, so I had to find words to convey what I knew instinctively. “You should have felt it yourself, the Dimensional Truth, bordering your entranced senses when you are deep in meditation. That vast, homeless knowledge that exists at the edge of your perception, only to be felt when all other senses are subsumed to relaxation.”
Esther cupped the warm water with her hands and splashed her face with it, rubbing what remained of the stickiness from it. “Indeed,” she answered. “Continue with what I desire to know, not with what I already know.”
“I wouldn’t want to tell you something before the Dimensional Truth shows it to you, it makes for… a bad experience,” I told her carefully. Those flashing images that I had seen at the end of my contact with the Astral Sea, the abomination floating in space, were typical experiences at the end of every contact with the Dimensional Truth. “The free-flowing information that connects all realities of this three-dimensional plane, it sort of senses when you know something you shouldn’t yet and then it… fills the gap. Otherwise, it just piles on top in the order of what your mind can take, for the most part.”
Esther’s response was twofold. For one, she changed the dynamic of who was cleaning who. Rather than me gently rubbing her face, it was her giving my abs a bit of a scrub. It was a nice sensation. The daggers she stared at me, a wordless demand to get to the point, I did not find pleasing.
‘Just trying to prevent your mind from breaking in unwanted ways,’ I thought. That statement would not have put an end to the glaring. “Alright… the Master of Magic did say you would be ready soon too, so I guess this is fine…” I pushed her back a little bit, so we sat across each other in the now chest-high water. “Imagine this bathtub to be the unclaimed energy which we store in us and utilize with our Astral Capacity. The Astral Sea, many call it, or the plane of fundamental energy.” Esther nodded and I raised my hand. “This is how you, and I until today, communicate with the Dimensional Truth.”
I made a tightly clenched fist and carefully submerged it, barely creating any ripples or disturbance. After a few moments, I raised it back up. A few drops of water dripped from my skin, barely anything joined when I loosened my fingers.
“We submerge ourselves in the untapped force, but it only touches the very surface of our souls. Just like little water sticks to a clenched fist, so too does the little Astrality we have contact with manage to expand our capacity to wield it. However, we are also safe, because this distance prevents the power within us from coming into close contact with that outside us. Now, to increase the effectiveness of the cultivation, we need to find a way to do away with that difference. One is through training, the other is through having a master of cultivation hand you an Astral Essence. A piece of the Astral Sea, carried over to this side, which will use the proximity of your soul to return to its origin. It uses you and you then use it. Whichever of the two paths you follow, it now looks more like this.”
I raised my hand again. Instead of making a clenched fist, I made a loose one. The fingers formed a basic funnel. When I submerged and then brought up my hand again, water dripped out of the little hole my pinkie left open. “And so additional power from the Astral Sea reaches you,” Esther summarized.
“Precisely,” I said and moved over to the valve to stop the flow of water into the bathtub. “In the Astral Sea, your soul is part of the might of the cosmos. Diving into it too early risks your soul ‘fraying’, because your will is not yet strong enough to keep yourself consolidated. Once you can overcome that hurdle, the cultivation is a lot more efficient, because you do not merely absorb what rubs up against you, you can actively pull it into you, expanding your Astral Capacity.”
Esther hummed and resumed her caress of my body. Given that I had already resolved to give her that massage, I received the care happily. Repayment in full would not have to wait long. “Do I understand correctly that our current meditations are practice for the eventual diving into the Astral Sea, then?”
“Yes.” I grabbed the protein shake. The cold, chocolate flavoured milk was a nice contrast to the lukewarm water and Esther’s hands working my thighs. “Eventually we won’t need the room either. It’s easier there because that place is somehow tied to the Astral Sea. No idea how. Maybe it’s some kind of demi-plane?”
Esther inquisitively stared at me, then shook her head and smiled. “Mysteries will be solved, in time. Magic is always a mess.”
