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No sane person would practice magic. I glared at the tier 0 spell with cracks, rolls, and chips along its edges and a major fractures leading up its spine. A raw nerve connected me to the spell falling apart in my hand, and taizered my nerves with every crack. The second I tried to add the next symbols, it exploded into shards of wasted mana. My legs lost their strength, and I fell on my face, shook, and slowly curled up into a ball. I hoped I was doing something wrong if not, I couldn’t imagine forcing someone to practice this.

I wiped my forehead with an old rag and stumbled through the tall grass for the door to my van. Air conditioning greeted me as I fell inside, shaking but out of the hot sun. Whenever my spells broke, I felt weak like before I took the pills. The feeling might be psychological, but that wasn’t what I was feeling. In those moments when I seized, I was vulnerable.

Spells were much harder than runes. Runes removed the burden from me, but I lost speed and adaptability. I might have to try something else; my spells kept breaking before I could reach even the first tier in complexity. The backlash of a broken spell was dangerous even to me.

I stared out the window at the shoulder-high yellow grass. Normally I would buy a horse to take care of it, but they have a habit of developing colic or twisting their guts and dying. So goats were my next idea, and maybe chickens or ostriches.

Buying pastureland and coming out here to camp in the middle of a record-breakingly hot Mississippi summer hadn’t been my best idea. When I saw the money fill my bank account, a sign-on bonus, and a little extra for doing a good job, I wanted to buy land. I always wanted to be a landowner, and with the money I had, I bought 10 acres of connected prairie with a small pond.

I should have bought this place after I practiced for the first time. Before, I had it in my head that I would turn this into a project. Then, once I got first-tier spells down, I would use them to build my home. But instead, I spent a week out here in isolation with nothing to show for it. Blue wasn’t back yet, and I didn’t know if he was in trouble or if his world had a slightly different time dilation.

A text from Marcus lit up my phone.

“Hey, you have a job and an important one too. It looks like you’re Mr. Popular. A Principality asked for you specifically to guard her niece. This job doesn’t happen, so don’t screw it up. The address and times are listed below, so don’t be late and be sure to give a good impression. I paid you enough to wear a nice suit and try to impress her. Principalities are the strongest of the celestial host able to manifest on this world, so don’t do anything to make her mad.” Marcus said.

The job wouldn’t happen until the next day, which gave me plenty of time to practice spell crafting.

Another message lit up my phone. “Hey Red, this is Kassidy; listen, some friends are going to this haunted house this weekend.” She added an eye-roll emoji. “Humans are so weird, but I agreed to go with them, and I didn’t want to be the only sup there. So, do you want to come with me? I can make it worth your while.” Kassidy said.

I sent an ok and stumbled out of my van. Magic was brutal, but I was getting the hang of it little by little. Lotus supplied me with all the mana I needed through her perpetual engine fueled by her undead body. Unfortunately, I decided to be a little more wasteful with mana to burn than before.

Closing my eyes, I concentrated on the reservoir of mana inside my body. Finding it wasn’t difficult through a process of elimination. Lotus could sense the mana in my body. Through our shared sensations locating it for the first time was difficult but not impossible. Manipulating that power took a little more time. I could move qi around no problem with less effort than scratching my ass, but mana was something else. The blue energy didn’t want to listen to me, and forcing it into shapes tended to end in violence.

Instead, I treated it like a pressurized water pump. Once the energy started flowing, I put the shapes in their path and let the power fill them naturally. They looked ok until they started cracking, leaking, and eventually shattering a few seconds later. I needed a new approach.

Lotus didn’t need symbols to work her spells, but those symbols were already supplied in her programming. Her breath attack, aura, and negative energy beam were plotted with runes. That wasn’t an option for me because the point of learning this was to have adaptability. I wouldn’t have time mid-battle to write a magic circle in the dirt, and not all battlefields could be preprepared.

“It’s a pressure problem,” Lotus said.

She was good at pointing out my flaws, but that wasn’t the issue either. I knew about the pressure problem and why my constructs exploded. Limiting the flow was easier said than done; it felt more like an all-or-nothing situation. But there was something I hadn’t tried yet.

Did mana dissipate after it entered a construct? It might sound dumb, but it’s something I didn’t know. While amazon had numerous books of spells and the symbols needed to make them happen and guides to the supernatural world, they didn’t explain this part. There wasn’t a single mention of spell constructs exploding; even the backlash I suffered each time wasn’t warned about until later in the book from an entirely different problem. Underpowered constructs of higher tiers can collapse in on themselves and cause a backlash.

Why did I risk my health and my life to practice magic? I was already incredibly powerful and well on my way to growing even stronger. My PL hadn’t stopped increasing, and I stood at a comfortable 301. Maybe I didn’t know when to quit, or my pride wouldn’t let me stop when Suzie’s friend could use 2nd tier spells. It could be the sunk cost fallacy, I had already invested too much pain and sweat in learning spell craft I couldn’t stop until I broke even. Maybe, I just wanted to live up to my self-imposed class and learn magic.

I tried again, and instead of beating my head against the problem, I added a spigot to my mental reservoir of mana. Mentally, I pulled up on the handle, funneled that power into the construct, then closed off the tap and waited. Several cracks formed over my construct as the mana flowed in and settled. I held my breath and waited for more to form until it inevitably shattered.

Small trickles of mana leaked from the cracks but no more formed. If I was more experienced, I could use the excess mana to sauder the cracks closed with localized tier 1 merging spells. Since that wasn’t an option. Instead, I withdrew the mana and dissipated the construct. There was no backlash, and it felt like I had finally made some real progress in spellcraft. After a week of trial and error, I stood shoulder to shoulder with a particularly slow 5-year-old of mage families or a 3-year-old of the great clans. I felt so accomplished I could use a drink.

I followed the low hum of an engine and made my way to my generator inside a big tent. I kept my refrigerator, stove, and a single kitchen table complete with chairs. Finally, I was living the good life. While I wasn’t much of a drinker, I decided to pick up the habit. A buzz only lasted a few moments for me, but they were precious. Drinking dulled the pain of being out here alone and constantly failing at magic. To think I expected to be halfway done with my house by now.

When I summoned Elorael and Samael, I wanted to have a house ready for them, not a tent in the middle of the woods.

“They don’t mind living in the woods?” Lotus supplied.

“Thank you, I didn’t consider that.” While I meant it to be sarcastic, I also meant it. I didn’t consider how two elves born prehistoric times would feel about living in a tent. Since returning to Earth, I hadn’t considered them much and let them fall into the image of how I thought women were. That was a mistake I needed to rectify.

My hotkey placed their cards in my hand, and I pushed in the mana needed to summon them. Like with Lotus, stuffing their cards with mana didn’t cause a backlash. Runes and whatever the system used for the cards were made of stronger stuff than constructs held together by happy thoughts and wishful thinking.

The cards glowed before a stream of data flowed out of them and into the forms of Elorael, my sexy dark-skinned islander elf, and Samael, the sadistic, submissive, and utterly implacable ivory-skinned forest elf. The two appeared, looked around then rounded on me.

“Red, what did you do, and where are we?” Elorael asked.

“I captured the two of you in an artifact that allowed me to safely transport you between worlds. So congratulations, while you’re here, gods and the Plains tribe won’t be a problem.”

Samael punched me full in the face, and it tickled. The elf wrenched her hand away and clutched it close to her chest. “What is your face made of?”

“I’m more powerful than I was in the past,” I said.

Elorael’s voice fell into her rarely heard dangerous territory. “Red, how much time has passed since we were locked away?”

“Only a week; I had to make sure there was a place for you,” I said.

“A week, you must be pent up, ready to explode, or did you cheat on us. Maybe after two weeks, I’ll think about helping you out with that. After that, you’ll just have to be satisfied with your hand while Elorael and I have our own fun.” Samael said.

“Red can’t cheat on us, you know that.” Elorael cupped her mouth and whispered in Samael’s ear. “He doesn’t have a vagina.”

I reached into my inventory and pulled out two boxes. “By the way, I have presents for you both.”

“Phones, more advanced than your ancient model,” Samael said.

My ancient model could download the whole internet and barely cover a millionth of a percent of its hard drive. So what the system did to my phone was that busted. Not that I was going to say that, and their models were newer.

“Red is it true human women will just give up their vaginas to anyone on this app,” Elorael said and held up the already downloaded tinder app. She took a picture of herself and added it to her profile, then took a shot of her dick.

I rubbed my temples as the two began to search for nearby human women to fuck. Honestly, I wasn’t surprised they even had the tinder bro lifestyle down. They downloaded pictures of boats and already began lying about their jobs and income. I was confident they would be balls deep in some dumb college girl by the end of the day. Fortunately, their cloud was connected to my phone and was set to auto-post. As a result, my SP began to rise slowly for the first time all week.

“We need a Tesla Model Y, and our plan will be complete,” Samael said.

Ordering a Tesla off of Carvana would take forever. By the way, my two favorite elves were jumping up and down; they wanted it now. I sighed and checked a system-supplied car app. My SP had slowly accumulated over the past week until it hit 70k. I checked through the app. And I found a Model Y enchanted with glamours to keep cops from pulling the car over, onboard self-driving AI, and numerous buffs against all types of physical damage. It was fortunate that SP to dollars was 5 to 1. This Tesla Model Y was basically 350k for the standard enchantment package. If I wanted magic resistance buffs, better fuel efficiency, and higher accelerations, it would be another 40k. Of course, that was only the next package, and the packages became ever more expensive. The car would do for picking up bitches on tinder.

The car materialized in a flash of data, cherry red, and fancy. Even as pollen cascaded on it and tried to mar its paint, the enchantments made the care self-cleaning. The door opened up, which was new to me, and we got inside. In a flash, the engine turned on, and the onboard GPS updated.

“Where would you like to go?” A British voice asked through the speakers.

“Go to this address; I want some human pussy.” Elorael yelled, and the Tesla took off.

We pulled into the rich side of town covered with mansions owned by the occasional Hollywood actor or Chinese businessman. The door flipped open, and Elorael stepped out in a red dress I purchased from one of the clothing app stores. For 10k, I expected it to deflect bullets, but it only made her look sexier.

The door opened, and a butler greeted Elorael and welcomed her inside.

Meanwhile, Samael and I were left sitting in the car. I leaned into Samael and kissed her full pink lips, and she leaned into the kiss. We moved into the back seat while I pushed her dress up and moved her panties to the side. My dick pressed against Samael’s plush pink lips as we made out. Her cunny slickened as my dick slid up and down her slit easing into her love tunnel. I was glad our windows were tinted.

She pulled out a magnum from the backseat, tore open the package, and suited up her futa elf dick. “I don’t want to ruin my dress.”

We screwed in earnest in the backseat. Her pussy clenched against me, nicely undulating around my cock with the many ridges and grooves lining her tunnel. Her hips bucked against me as I tried out different positions searching for the one that would make the back seat enjoyable. Finally, I hit a ridge that made Samael shudder, and I slid against it again for a repeat performance. That was the spot that set my elf off. I cupped her ear and kissed her again as I gave that spot my full attention.

Everything was going great. Samael's pussy clenched, and her face scrunched closer to her O-face with every thrust. Samael’s breathing grew heavier as I swapped from fast thrusts to longer, deeper plunging.

Samael tiled her head back, and I knew what was coming next. My elf girl stopped moving then her legs squeezed together, clenching her thighs around my waist. Her cunny clenched slow and hard as I moved steadily.

I pushed hard into her and came hard. Then I pulled away, and she moved her panties back to cover herself.

Ding!

“Darling, come here.” Elorael’s message read.

I opened the door while Samael rubbed her dick covered in cum from her magnum condom. She would probably be asleep by the time we got back. I locked the door and headed towards the mansion. The butler opened the door and looked me over with disapproving eyes. “The mistress is expecting you.”

Elorael’s qi was more than close enough to sense. She wasn’t in any pain or distress; if anything, she was relaxed and ready to plow the rich teen who swiped right. So, when I exited the car, I didn’t rip through everything in my path on my way to my dark-skinned elf babe.

The butler led me through the mansion with Persian rugs, local barn door paintings, and immaculate cleanliness. I could tell that the staff worked to keep the place clean. We climbed a flight of stairs and passed numerous rooms, each labeled from game room to library, and finally the entertainment room.

Elorael was naked with a Chinese teen busily sucking her big black futa cock. The girl bobbed her head and swallowed each time a stream of elf cream slipped out from Elorael’s tip. I watched the naked Chinese girl with small A-cub titties, lithe figure, and ass. I could bounce a quarter off of the girl’s ass. While she worked more of Elorael’s cock into her tiny mouth.

I closed the door behind me and shrugged off my clothes. “I’m here; what’s wrong? Is she not sucking your dick how you like it?” I asked.

“That’s not it, her tongue and mouth are great, but she’s a virgin and too tight for me. Could you pop her cherry while she sucks my cock?” Elorael asked.

I grabbed her firm ass and pulled her cheeks gently apart.

Her lips barely parted, revealing a flower yet to bloom. She really was a virgin. I couldn’t believe my luck. In this day and age, virgins were ultra-rare and highly prized. The girl pried herself off Elorael’s cock and turned her gaze on me.

Chocolate brown eyes looked me up and down before she nodded. “Come on, you American barbarian, break me in.” I spat on her pussy and rubbed my dick against her lips. After having sex with Samael, I was constantly leaking lubrication. In no time at all, I was lined up doggy style with her and ready to push inside. Still, I couldn’t help but wonder what type of girl loses her virginity on tinder.

I took out my phone and snapped a picture of her spread cheeks and another of her gaging on Elorael’s futa elf cock. The bulge in her throat really stood out against Elorael’s dark skin. My SP started rising again as I lined myself up to penetrate this Chinese heiress.

After lining up, I pressed against her, feeling her little hair tickle my head as I gently prodded for the right angle. It wasn’t like I planned to pound her dry that’s what her blood was for. I felt a barrier press against my dick and fail as I penetrated with a gentle push. I heard a gurgling sound from the girl and ignored it as I pulled out just enough to coat my dick in her virgin blood and pushed forward.

This girl was a realm tighter than anyone I had ever been in but very accommodating. Even as she clenched to stop me from going any further, her body involuntarily relaxed to welcome another inch. With each thrust, her pussy fought me less as I got my lay of the land.

I almost came from the tightness alone several times, and then Elorael pulled out and came on the girl’s face. I pulled the girl to my hips and stood up. “What are you doing?” The girl asked as I used gravity to work and penetrated her to my base.

Elorael stood to her height of 7ft and rubbed her dick back to wakefulness. “Get ready slut; when he finishes inside of you, I will really stretch you out.”

“He can’t. I’m not safe; my father would freak if I got pregnant.” The Chinese girl said.

I felt my cock pulse at her words; this was interesting, and Elorael knew just what to say to turn me on.

Elorael smirked. “It looks like it's too late; I know that look,” Elorael said as I felt myself dance closer to the edge. There was no holding me back at this point; even if she fought me with all her might, I couldn’t stop myself. She squeezed hard against my dick. Was this her kink too?”

“No, you can’t. I don’t want to get pregnant after my first time.”

After those words, I leaped over the edge. “Too late,” Elorael said.

I came hard and deep despite having my way with Samael just a while ago. For such a compact Asian girl, her pussy sucked up every bit of it. The thought of getting her pregnant pleased me primal, so, as I came, I pulled her closer to my chest. Even after I stopped spurting, her once virgin Asian cunny pulsed around my dick. She grabbed my hand, brought it to her mouth, and bit it. The pulsing slowed down while she bit down on my hand until she sucked in a deep breath.

“This is nice.” The girl said as she leaned against my chest with my dick buried deep into her cunny like a great cork.

Elorael moved in close and brandished her massive futa dick. “That isn’t cosplayed; you aren’t human. Is this a breeding program?”

“Don’t be silly; if humans could get pregnant or impregnate elves, my belly would be round already. I’m using tinder as it was intended for good clean fun with willing humans. Be sure to tell your friends about me. I would love to blow my loads on more pretty faces like yours.” Elorael said.

I grabbed her dick, and she gasped. Then, gently but firmly, I pulled myself out of the Chinese girl and pressed the bulbous flat head of Elorael’s cock against the Chinese girl’s pussy. The girl pressed groaned as Elorael filled her beyond her limits. As she pumped, my cum leaked out of the Chinese girl coating Elorael’s big futa elf cock. Without that, the girl would have had some severe friction burns.

For a second, I thought about going for the Chinese girl’s ass, then thought better of it. Pussy was better, and Elorael’s needed some attention. So I handed the girl off, and the Asian girl happily nestled into Elorael’s massive titties. The chocolate-skinned islander elf dwarfed the tiny Asian as she fucked her mercilessly. Finally, Elorael took the girl over to the only bed in the room and laid over the girl to fuck her giving me a great view of their backsides.

I took another picture and posted it. The lighting in this room was great and the SP rolling in was greater. Thank universal consistencies for a multiverse full of porn addicts and simps.

Elorael’s pussy wasn’t idle while she fucked the Chinese teen. Every other thrust, it clenched and dribbled, practically begging to be fucked. Three times in a short time should be a little much, but I wasn’t feeling tired. If anything, it felt like I was just getting started, and that was a little terrifying. Sex could take up all of my time, which wouldn’t be healthy.

Even with that thought, my dick was already hard again and leading the way. Before I knew it, I mounted Elorael and timing my humps with hers. I put a foot on the bed under her for support and held on to her firm hips. Our balls slapped together as I fucked her tight elven pussy. She didn’t have the tightness of the Asian teen, and her inner grooves were different, more spiraled. When I bottomed out, it felt like a large amount of space I wasn’t reaching, and I felt a clenching sensation searching for a bulbous flat tip. Still, Elorael never made me feel small or inadequate.

I liked and kissed the dark skin of her back and pushed my own muscled chest against her smooth, creamy skin. My skin was more similar to her extremely tough skin than the Asian girl under us. I could press harder against Elorael without worrying about breaking her, and I knew my dark-skinned elf loved the extra pressure. I reached around, followed the length of Elorael’s half-buried futa elf cock, and found the Chinese girl’s cute little swollen button.

Elorael groaned as the Asian girl clenched even harder while I fiddled pleasure button. At the same time, I could feel my favorite dark-skinned elf getting ready to follow through with a promise. A small splash sprayed under my cock when I hit her favorite spot. The bed under us creaked as I used it for leverage with my toes. I moved against a few choice grooves inside her and felt a powerful stream of liquid squirt against my balls.

I pressed in again, and a powerful jet blasted out of her as she groaned into the Asian teen. My hand lowered to grab Elorael’s shaft to feel the thick jets of come spurting out of her. Then my hand lowered to cup her massive golfball-sized balls as they dumped futa cum into the Asian teen. Finally, I pressed into Elorael deeper bottoming out as her pussy clenched hard around me. As for the Asian teen, she was busy sucking on my chocolate futa elf’s dark nipples.

Once she was good and exhausted from cumming, I pulled out and eased her out of the Asian teen. I heard a low pop when the bulbous flat head of Elorael’s futa cock came free. After easing her on the bed, I squeezed out a few dollops of her cum, tasted it, and shook my head. That girl loved to eat fruit.

“Are you gay?” The Asian girl asked.

I poked a finger into Elorael’s urethra down to the knuckle and rubbed her clenching tunnel. “Kind of she has a dick and balls, and they’re bigger than mine. But I don’t take anything up the ass; that’s my one rule. Elves are hentai futas, so it doesn’t really matter to them. Though lately, I prefer pussy to anything else.” I looked back at the Asian girl lying on her back with a cum gushing gaping pussy struggling to retighten and close. She didn’t refuse me when I lined my dick up with her used cunny.

While she wasn’t a hotdog in a hallway loose, she couldn’t be called virgin tight anymore. “You really want to get me pregnant, don’t you. I wasn’t lying when I said it was a risk. My father is a powerful man, and he wouldn’t take a man knocking me up and leaving well. I’m supposed to be relaxing after exams.” She said.

“You’re rich; it hardly matters,” I said and pushed into her to the base.

Her cunny tried to tighten around me and gave up. I pushed her legs up and leaned into her for a better angle. She groaned as I stuffed her deeper. When I moved cum erupted from her Asian cunny like an active volcano; her dark, almost yellow lips spasmed as I pressed in deeper. Then I came in her again with little fanfare. It was all about pushing as much as my seed into her possible to ensure something happened. After Elorael put the thought of impregnating her into my head, I couldn’t let it go.

“What if I have an abortion?” She said.

“You won’t,” I said.

She shook her head. “It goes against my beliefs, and having a white man’s baby would piss off my parents.” I nodded and started humping again. After another orgasm, I pulled out of the Asian teen’s abused cunny. Cum dripped out of her and covered the sides of her legs like a thick layer of sunscreen. “If this doesn’t get me pregnant, I might be barren; that would piss my father off.”

“Yea, I hope you enjoyed our tinder date and leave a great review or whatever happens on that app. Tell your friends maybe I can knock them all up; that would be fun.” I said.

The girl laughed, and not for the first time, I thought she might be a little unhinged. “Sure, I’ll recommend you to those with arranged marriages they don’t like. Those spineless simps will take them and love your bastards like their own.” But, of course, that was not at all what I had in mind. I wanted some none arranged marriage rich party girls just looking to have a little fun. Just something to do on a Sunday when I wasn’t training my ass off. But this sounded like nothing but trouble.

She noticed my serious looked and giggled. “I’m joking once a marriage is arranged, the girls have to have monthly exams to make sure they’re pure. Chinese men don’t stand for cucking as much as white men.” I nodded and pulled a towel out of my inventory to clean myself off.

The girl stared at me for a long quiet moment with her mouth wide open. “Keep that up, and I’ll stuff my cock down your throat,” I said, joking. I even smirked half-heartedly to get the message across.

She stuck her tongue out. “Ah,” she said.

“Do you want the towel next,” I asked.

“Will our children develop superpowers or a system?”

“Maybe and not unless I connect them to it,” I said and snapped a picture of her with the caption active baby factory and posted it. There was ironically more SP than normal. Several comments congratulated me, and some asked me to keep them posted on the progress. I slapped my face while deciding whether they were trolling me or being serious.

“Are you going to try and blackmail me with that? Is it to keep me from having an abortion or my father from ordering it?” She asked.

“I don’t know your name, who your father is, or where to send the picture for the most impact. The picture was for Elorael and me. I might make a scrapbook with it.” I said.

To be fair to the commenters, I was adept at trolling or was I just telling the truth. Snaping photos for SP had become habitual a long time ago. So making a scrapbook of my favorites didn’t sound like a bad idea.

“Jade Chan and my father’s name is Feng Chan he owns Southern Sky, they’re a big internet provider. I’m sure you’ve heard of them.” Jade said.

“I think I still get them at my trailer.” Jade raised an eyebrow.

“You aren’t rich, are you,” Jade said.

“I bought that tesla a few hours ago, and if it makes you feel better, I could drive it through a war zone without getting a scratch,” I said.

“Ok, so you have the money to buy cars, but that isn’t rich. I could buy a tesla every day of the week if I wanted to. If my father asks, you’re an oil tycoon from Texas; that should be vague enough to work.” I shook my head.

“That’s only if we ever see each other again.”

Jade rubbed her belly. “You can’t say that, and when my father finds out, he’ll track you down. Even a system isn’t enough to stand against some of the people on my father’s payroll.”

“While that is interesting, I have shit to do other than knock up rich girls. A Sunday can’t last forever, and I have things to do Monday through Saturday. The grind stops for no man.” So I said and pulled Elorael up and started wiping her down.

“What is she to you?”

“Property and a friend, what’s it to you, jealous?”

“No, it's just odd seeing someone who isn’t human; when I saw her on tinder, I didn’t think she could be real. But then I saw her dick, and I couldn’t stop myself from sliding right. It was just so huge and beautiful. That isn’t something I would ever call a human penis.” Jade said.

“Thanks, I really appreciate that.”

“No offense, I can’t believe you were my first time. I didn’t think you would fit much less Elorael; it looked a lot less intimidating on the app. Then you went in me, and she did after you.” The girl shivered.

“Yea, I had a great time, and we should do it again, but I’m taking my wife home.”

“Why would you marry her if you can’t breed?”

“Because she’s a bro that I can rely on to have my back,” I said.

Jade opened her mouth and closed it. I nodded and opened her window with Elorael in my arms. “We’re on the third floor,” Jade said.

“I’m aware,” I said and jumped down.

The fall barely registered; hell, my knees didn’t even bend. I made my way back to the Tesla, and the AI drove us home. My rest day was over; it was time to get to work and learn a reliable spell.