Linhart felt a rush of accomplishment as both Stratega somewhat agreed to his terms without further negotiation. The terms were set and he repeated them.
"You will provide me with proper training, a private tutor or other method, and any magical devices that I request of you."
"Yes, and you will serve our interests in this timeline and all future timelines. It's very important that you take an oath spell, otherwise we cannot trust that you'll fulfill this in times we have forgotten you," Octavia explained.
"Yes, I am willing to take the oath spell."
"And you will boost our magic score, and be ready to have sex whenever we call on you," rang the high-pitched voice of Celes. She stressed the final point as if agreeing to sex was the most important part of the deal.
"Yes, as long as it doesn't interfere with my regular Fighter classes," Linhart replied, trying not to imagine the ethereal beauty of Celes completely naked. He would agree to anything she asked of him, if he wasn't careful.
That seemed to excite the women even more. "I cannot believe I'm going to fuck a Fighter boy," Celes breathed, "It's like collecting a rare ingredient."
Linhart's biggest advantage was that neither of these wanted to go into great detail while the other was present. Linhart felt the strength of the rivalry that burned between them; it was greater than he’d first imagined. He could already see ways to exploit this divide, like a child playing his parents against each other, he would receive more from both of them because of it.
“Stratega, would you like me to confer with you on your future together, or separately?”
The two women were still holding him tightly, but they looked at each other and exchanged words briefly. It didn’t take long before both agreed, “We would rather speak to you separately.”
Octavia jumped in with a proposal, “Let's start tonight, right here in the Nexus, and you can meet with Celes at the Mage’s Spire tomorrow or some other day…”
Octavia was speaking excitedly, but her tone was missing the friendly intimacy they had developed over their week of passion. Linhart frowned inwardly, wondering if he would ever hear her playful banter again. Her casual nudity in between sexual experiments. Her delightful sighed as she rode his cock. Losing the relationship he had cultivated with her, and all his other girls, was the worst part of being a Mnemon. He hoped to stay in this loop much longer than the previous.
A vision of Chloe viciously slashing his arms and face, sprang to mind. She had hated him, and killed him in two weeks time. He would prevent that from happening this time. In some ways, getting a fresh start with girls who hated him made the time slip worthwhile.
“Would you like to bond with me right this evening then?” Linhart proposed, hoping his desire did not show through his light tone. “If you can provide me with the ID bracers… I will begin boosting your score right away.”
Octavia looked pleased as a cat with a bowl of cream, “Wonderful, I will return in a few minutes with the magic items. Let me show you to the bedroom where you can wait in comfort.”
“No need, my dear Stratega,” Linhart replied with a playful tone, “I am familiar with the bedroom.”
She gave him a funny look. A sparkle in her eyes and a flush in her cheeks told him that she was thinking some dirty thoughts. She nodded knowingly and waved him in the direction of the bedroom, and turned to Celes.
“As for you, it’s time to leave. The Mnemon will be busy fulfilling parts of our agreement this evening. You can take that passage right there…”
She was already herding Celes towards the exit, but the prim and proper mage did not move. “No!” she rejected, her singsong voice echoing louder than it should. Her brow knotted and a tiny flame burst from her finger tip, causing Octavia to take a step back and click her tongue in exasperation.
“I have no plan to leave here with nothing to show for the evening. Run and get your toys, and I will keep him company in this… bedroom.”
The tension in the air grew thicker as they eyed each other maliciously; neither woman made a move to leave. Linhart looked around for places to hide, in case they started throwing attack spells. Finally, Octavia sighed and released his arm, but she didn’t leave. Instead, she walked over and whipped the cover off the sleeping form of Thalia. A burst of energy could be felt in the air and, a few moments later, the sleeping girl twitched then slowly and with great effort sat up. Her eyes were barely open and she seemed shocked or in pain; her body looked to be on the verge of collapse, but Octavia had awakened her.
“Your name is Thalia, is it not?” Octavia asked her gently.
“Yes, Stratega.”
Octavia glanced over at Linhart as if she had doubted the truth of what he’d said, “It is my understanding that you have gone through a great personal loss, senior Binder Thalia. I’m sorry to cut your recovery time short, but from now on, you will be acting as my personal assistant, until such time as you find a suitable support partner to replace… the partner you lost.” she paused, and Linhart knew she didn’t recall the name of the Binder that had recently passed away.
Silence hung in the air before Thalia replied in a broken voice, “....Evren was his name… I will serve you until I forget him or follow him to the afterlife, but Binder Evren could never be replaced in my heart. I will never find a replacement for him.”
“You loved him, then?” Octavia demanded. “You know that it is ill-advised for partners to fall in love. Imagine he had abandoned you for another partner. Falling in love with a support partner makes no sense.”
“No,” Thalia exclaimed, “He would never have abandoned me. He loved me!”
Octavia grunted, then looked back at Linhart and Celes. The mage was watching her, issuing a challenge with her eyes. At the same time, she had pushed her way into Linhart’s embrace and was running her small hands all over his Fighter vest. Her eyes betrayed her desire, she spared a smile for Octavia, who she thought was about to leave her alone with Linhart.
Octavia spoke urgently, giving advice without compassion, “Receiving the love of your support partner is extremely rare. Count yourself lucky that you had such joy in your life, if even for a short while… but now, for your first task, I will instruct you on where to find some items of importance around the laboratory. I would do it myself, except that I have something important to do, which cannot wait.”
Celes’ exhaled loudly in exasperation.
* * * * * * * * *
“What the fuck is this room?” Celes asked with distaste. Her calm, cool demeanor was slipping, and Linhart noted her bell-like voice was laced with a growing annoyance. She was out of her element.
He wrapped his arm around her waist, trying to soothe her rising anger. Her slim figure pressed tightly against his, with her perky little tits showing from her loose bodice. Her body was so sensual, he was throbbing with anticipation.
Octavia was leading them into the bedroom, the candles lit with magic, and the amethyst walls glinted with soft purple rays. “This room is designed to amplify Binder spells and provides a natural affinity between casters. I'm not surprised a mage is turned off by the enchantment, it is not for loners.”
“Well, it looks tacky and it's giving me a headache,” she complained, noting unhappily that even her pitch-black hair had taken on a purple tint under this light. She turned and addressed Linhart directly, “How about we go to my suite at the top of the spire right now? The view is incredible, on a clear night you can see to the four corners of the valley.”
Linhart looked around, recalling his week of hot purple memories with the four girls all over the floor and cushions of this room. He smiled apologetically and tapping her arm he replied, “Give it a try, Stratega Celes. This room holds some very good memories for me...”
He looked up at the ceiling, “In my last time line, the King of Desires visited us in this room. Perhaps his power still lingers here.”
Celes lapsed into a sullen silence and the three of them sat together, like three points in a triangle facing one another. Octavia sat with legs criss-crossed on a pile of ornate cushions. Celes reclined with her slender body stretched out, drumming her fingers on the carpet.
Linhart couldn’t believe how sexy these two women looked, soaking in the suggestive atmosphere and the amethyst tinted light. Was he just about to have sex with the both of them? The thought of these two passing him back and forth sent a jolt of excitement up his back.
Octavia broke his reverie with a sharp question. “Now that we’ve come this far, why don’t you tell us more about this power you have? Does it transfer your score to us through sexual intercourse?”
Both were watching him like a pair of hungry dogs eyeing a piece of meat. Linhart cleared his throat.
“The power comes from my seed…” he informed them, then blushed as their eyes shifted to his crotch. “It’s not my power but that of the ‘Sky Father.’” He could see the skepticism in their eyes at his mention. The Sky Father no longer existed, but it was still his seed.
He sped on, “I don’t know everything about my gift, but I know that the first load has the strongest effect, and the second benefits the receiver to a lesser degree…” he looked the two of them up and down, “So, with that in mind, which of you would like to go first?”
A moment of tension rose up, as the two strong-willed women exchanged threatening looks.
“Well, it makes sense that I should be first, since I…Waaah!” Octavia was cut off as a gust of air knocked her backwards, her arms and long brown hair blowing in all directions. Her boobs bounced around with the momentum of her body.
Celes was rising to her feet now, her mouth turned up into a sadistic grin. Gesturing grandly with her arms, she moved the air in such a way that Octavia was picked up off the ground and sent flying against the shimmering amethyst wall.
“It’s time we stop pretending this is a deal among equals, Mnemon Linhart,” she sang, turning back to him. Her eyes were glowing a brighter shade of violet than ever, and her body was wrapped in a whorl of air that tugged at her robes and whipped her hair around her head.
She stepped forward, now inches from Linhart’s seated form. He sat frozen in place, unsure of how to react to Octavia suddenly being tossed across the room in her own laboratory.
“Mages are the real power in the Academy, you know. Utility casters need to work in pairs to duplicate a fraction of our casting power,” she proclaimed. “You haven't taken the oath spell yet, so it's not too late to change your mind. Swear an oath, only to me, that you will serve as my apprentice, and I will train you in the true magic arts.”
She extended her dainty slippered foot. Linhart felt a buzz of energy as a spell washed over him, “All you have to do is kiss my toes, and the oath shall be made, just as I worded it.” Her beautifully formed feet looked like succulent treats, and Linhart felt himself compelled to bend over and kiss them. Her sparkling dress parted as she raised her slender leg to meet him. From where he sat, he could see the delicate curve of her thigh meeting her cute little butt. Catching a glimpse of her silky panties set his heart pumping faster. “You want to be with me, and not her, right?”
He felt like he was being hit by multiple effects at once. Celes was unnaturally beautiful and his brain was clouding over. He needed to kiss her! But just as he leans forward, her leg pulled away and fell to the floor. With a gasp of fatigue, her limbs went limp and she seemed to be struggling to stay on her feet.
“Hggnh… What did you do now, you little bitch? A weakness spell?” Celes screeched as her skinny legs finally gave way and she collapsed to the floor.
Octavia, with cuts and bruises from the sharp crystal wall evident on her pale limbs and bosom, stepped forward lightly, her expression like a storm cloud about to break. “Such poor manners, Celes,” she said caustically, “I didn’t cause weakness in you, I just exposed the weakness that was present in your scrawny little body.”
Celes rose to her feet, recovering and fuming in anger. The two women faced each other looking like pillars of elegance. They were two queens vying for the same prize. Having these powerful women throwing magic spells to claim him… Linhart was so turned on.
“The Mnemon knew you throughout the time slip. That's not fair, it's my turn,” Celes complained like a spoiled child. “I deserve to screw him more than you.”
"Arrggh! This is so like you, Celes... just like the time you fucked my support partner!"
"Yes, it is exactly like that night," Celes smiled and reached out her hand. He felt himself being drawn towards her grasp. His feet were hardly touching the ground. He would’ve floated right into her arms, except that the tall feminine figure of Octavia stepped into his path and knocked him down. The two of them fell to the floor, where he found Octavia's plush boobs pressed against his face so firmly that he could hear her heart beating.
“Tonight is the night of Nexus.” the Stratega Binder declared. Linhart noted that her skin, hair, and eyes were all tinted a eerily deep shade of purple. He was ready to surrender once more to his Binder Goddess. Her arms were wrapping around his head and she pulled him closer into her glorious cleavage.
“Oh no you don’t,” Celes shot back, “You’re too uncomfortable to be hugging any boys tonight.”
Octavia let out a cry of protest, and Linhart heard the sound of cloth ripping and sliding across her body. The purple folds of Octavia’s toga were twitching and stretching right in front of his eyes, as if they had come to life. The cloth around her bosom, wound and constricted until her breasts popped out the top. The robe wrapped around gripping her waist and hips tighter than a corset. Her arms were caught up in the folds and held tight. Octavia was squirming to get free. Part of her shoulder strap encircled tightly around her neck, and she was struggling to breath.
“You never have been very good at keeping your boys, Octavia,” Celes taunted, as she pulled Octavia’s ensnared body off of Linhart. Then, to him, she said with confidence, “Do you see now where the power lies, Mnemon? This is the last time I’ll extend this offer… swear an oath to me, obey my words, offer your body for my pleasure, and I’ll make you a powerful mage in this time and every other.”
Octavia could still speak, though her airflow was nearly cut-off. She rolled back against him, her brown eyes bulging out and body trapped like a cocoon. “Take my glasses, Linhart, and put them on. Resist Celes’ charms…” she gasped, her face lolling in his lap now.
“Thank you, Octavia,” he breathed, laying his hand on her cheek. It was warm and soft under his hand. Her face was starting to turn a shade of blue. He’d never seen her look so vulnerable before. He slid the glasses off and raised them to his own face. But Celes’ hand was there to stop him.
She took Octavia’s glasses from his hands with a look of disgust. “Why are you two acting like lovers all the sudden? I'm not the bad guy, I just want what is mine!” she thundered. “What enchantment could these plain Utility glasses have that could neutralize my charm… Waaahh!”
She had put the thick round glasses on her own eyes without hesitation. The moment the frame touched the bridge of her nose, a blinding white flash of light lit up the entire room, leaving Linhart blinking and unable to see. He could hear a flurry of movement around and in front of him.
Squawks of shock and outrage from Celes rang in his ears, and her claw-like fingers were on him, grasping and tearing at his clothes and hair. Her skinny body was practically on top of his.
“Get off him, you backstabber,” Octavia snarled. Linhart felt her body knock into both of theirs, and he fell backwards under the force of the two women on top of him.
“Cow-tits!... Binding bimbo!... what did you do to me?” Celes was livid and she continued to scratch and claw at Linhart and Octavia. Linhart grabbed onto her wrists and held on tight, praying to the gods that she wouldn't throw him against the wall.
As his vision returned, he saw Octavia. Her statuesque body was completely naked from the waist up, as the toga that had betrayed her lay in tatters around her hips. She was pushing the hunched over figure of Celes to the floor. Tingling up and down his arms told Linhart that spells were being cast.
Looking at Celes, her long black hair and revealing dress had lost a lot of its luster. The magical glamor that had surrounded her was gone, and she seemed somewhat like an average girl now. A very sexy average girl. Her petite breasts were jiggling with the movement of her body. Her long legs splayed out, looking too thin and lightly muscled to be of any danger to him. The glasses were gone from her face, and her eyes were completely white. Her irises and pupils, gone.
“I didn’t do anything, Celes the Sleaze,” Octavia laughed, tearing the mage's arms from Linhart’s grasp and twisting them behind her back. She was sitting with Celes in her lap, reveling in the helplessness of the Stratega Mage. “You did this to yourself. There was a very potent blindness spell on my glasses, which you triggered without my help.”
Linhart sat up and examined his skin and uniform for the scratches and tears. Celes was a dangerous woman when she got angry, but in this state she looked powerless. She thrashed weakly about, unable to free herself from Octavia’s strong hold. Her protests and motions grew weaker as Octavia caressed her with yet another spell. Her impotent anger faded, and she was left heaving sorrowful sighs without the energy to speak.
Looking at her with her skirt pushed up and her skimpy panties on full display, Linhart could see the outline of her delicate vagina. He had reached a new level of excitement. Rising to his feet, he pulled his shirt and vest over top of his head, dropping his pants and boxers in a single motion.
Octavia’s jaw dropped, which felt like a reward in itself. He enjoyed catching her off guard for once. Having sex again for the first time… maybe this will be the best part of the time loop?
“Well, Stratega Octavia. Why don’t the three of us do it together after all?”
