Magic Multiverse 46 (Patreon)

At eleven in the morning, the campus looked beautiful under the bright sunlight, especially since it was already October. In London, such a day of clear skies would have been a blessing.

In California, it was common.

Though, he had to admit, his recent improvements played a big role in his mood. The Mana Fist was genuinely amazing, finally giving him the confidence to believe that he wasn’t one mistake away from death.

Naturally, the development of Mana Fist came with its own problems. The first was to see if there were other skills he could create based on combining others, and if possible, discover the conditions. But, it was a long-term task, because even with his Mana Fist, it took weeks to truly come up with the technique, and required him to mix a lot of different magical traditions.

He could probably replicate it easily for other fighting skills, but that wasn’t exactly something he needed. Just replicating the utility was not enough. Having a kick-based technique equally damaging wasn’t worth it.

He needed to figure out ways for them to actually serve his needs.

The second issue was more straightforward, and it also linked to why he was at the campus. His ability to channel magic. The Mana Fist was very efficient in terms of mana consumption, but even with that, two minutes seemed to be his practical limit.

It was why he was climbing the stairs to see Willow, as she was the best person to actually discuss that. Also, it would be a lie to say that he didn’t miss her. He had been neglecting her since Faith’s arrival, and while Willow seemed to understand he was busy a few times he called her, occasional checking was a good idea. Especially since she didn’t know that his absence was about Faith, as Buffy still kept that a secret from the rest of her group.

Willow was a tad unpredictable.

He knocked on the door, but seeing it was locked, he just opened with his own key, which was given by Buffy. After everything they had done together, a little invasion of privacy was nothing.

Though, when he entered, a smile bloomed on his face. Willow was trying on sexy lingerie while humming to the mirror. She looked amazing wearing a black corset and stockings.

She was distracted enough to miss his arrival even when he locked the door behind him, and walked to her. Only when she saw in the mirror, she realize his arrival, jumping up in fright. “Sam,” she gasped. “You scared me.”

“Sorry, Red,” he teased as he closed the distance and hugged her. “I knocked, but you didn’t hear, so I wanted to check,” he said, not above telling a small white lie. “But, you have to admit, my timing couldn’t be any better.”

She gulped, flustered, but already leaning against his chest. “Well…” she whispered, even shyer than the last time they had fun. It looked like a week had been enough for her to regress.

“I appreciate the effort for me, Willow,” he teased her, but he didn’t miss the guilt on her face. His eyes widened slightly, but he smoothed it out. Apparently, Willow’s absence wasn’t just about respecting his busy schedule.

Interesting, he thought. He didn’t ask any questions about that, as it was not necessary. For one, his relationship with Willow was different than what he had with Buffy and Hermione, closer to a true friends-with-benefits situation than a relationship. Technically, she was free to pursue others.

Second, he had no intention of stopping. He wasn’t exactly a nice guy. He would have stopped if Willow just asked him to stop seducing him, but since she was more than happy to lean against him even wearing an outfit bought for another guy, he was happy to fight for it, he had no issue putting horns to the new guy.

Especially since he needed some Wiccan points from Willow to clarify his ideas about amplifying his magical power.

Naturally, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t punish Willow … in a way that was fun for both of them.

He sat on the bed, with Willow on his lap. “So, I need your help with a magical problem,” he said, knowing just how intense she could get about magic. It would give him the perfect way to tease her.

“M-magic?” she said, stammering. Her reaction would have been comical if it hadn’t been for how she was dressed.

“Yes,” he said as he raised his hand, and conjured the shield. “I have figured out a way to use magic in combat, but—“

“How,” she gasped as she shifted on his lap, fully turning to him, not caring that she suddenly straddled him. “How did you cast it? It was not a Wiccan spell, but… it also was?”

He smirked, not surprised by how easily she had forgotten the way she was dressed, or the other mysterious man. “Well, you would have learned more if you hadn’t dodged my calls,” he said, acting like he wasn’t the one that had been neglecting her. “What kept you so busy?”

Her guilt was pretty transparent. “S-school, mostly,” she said in a terrible attempt to lie, but he nodded like he accepted it.

“Good,” he said as he cupped her ass. “Actually, the shield spell is a scroll I stumbled upon. I don’t know the tradition it comes from, but its working principles are genuinely wondrous. Someone had gone a long way to adapt it to Wiccan Magic.”

With that, he gave her a detailed explanation of the principles, though acting like most of it had been memorized from the scroll. Willow did her best to ask questions despite his very distracting massage.

And, if he was being honest, some of the questions had truly surprised him, forcing himself to tap into his skills to answer.

It was a good lesson for him. Skills helped, but they were no replacement for genuine genius. He should make her a bigger part of his magical studies, and not just because occasional extra skill points would do wonders to fix his mistakes.

Not to mention, studying with Willow was hardly boring, considering she didn’t even comment when he got rid of his pants and boxers, her hips moving faster against his erection.

“… and?” she asked when he stopped his explanation.

“Well, I’m dealing with a bit of discomfort. Why don’t you fix it before we continue?” he teased her.

This time, her guilt was even thicker, but that didn’t prevent her from pushing her panties to the side and taking him into her wetness. It didn’t surprise him. He had long realized that while Willow had a lot of amazing qualities, moral fortitude was not one of them.

She wasn’t weak-minded. Staying friends with Buffy even after brushing with death many times showed that she had a core of steel … she just didn’t bring the same determination to her social life.

Willow’s breath hitched as she devoured him. She was already soaked, and the guilt turned into another source of pleasure. “You’re doing great, Willow,” he whispered, then continued to talk about magic.

It drove her arousal even wilder, her hips moving like a machine. Soon, he was buried to the hilt, her moans incredible. “More…” she whimpered.

“More lessons about magic?” he teased.

Her blush was amazing. “A small break wouldn’t hurt,” she said.

“It certainly wouldn’t,” he teased as he grabbed her hips, and started drilling her hard enough that her breasts popped out of her sexy corset. Her moans got even louder, and soon, his reward arrived.

[Spectacular Victory, +10 Tantric]

[Secondary Special Character Defeated, Willow Rosenberg]

[+5 Wiccan Magic]

[Secondary Special Character Defeated, Tara Maclay]

[+25 Wiccan Magic]

His eyes widened even as Willow buried her face in his chest, checking the name. Because, unless he was making another silly mistake, Tara was a woman, which immediately made Willow’s relationship more fun.

Especially since it was a woman who conveniently gave him more Wiccan skill points while rated as a Secondary Character.

He remembered Buffy mentioning that Willow started to hang out with an all-female fake witch group. Apparently, Willow was doing more than just hanging around, and not all members were fake.

He still needed to confirm, but if true, it opened a lot of fun opportunities. He just needed to meet with Tara.

“Enough about the shield charms. Let’s talk about whether it’s possible to design a safe Wiccan ritual to enhance someone’s magical potential,” he asked.

“R-right now?” she whimpered.

“Don’t tell me a smart girl like you can’t handle pleasure and work at the same time,” he teased her. Willow took it as a challenge as intended, her hips moving up and down.

“Fine, what do you have in mind?” she said.

“Well, I have discovered a half-complete ritual circle while shopping,” he said, standing up to walk to Willow’s desk, but with her still impaled, it turned into a sexy move. He sat on Willow’s chair, with her still on her lap.

Only after reaching, Willow pulled out, but it was to change her position. Her back pressed against his chest. He grabbed the paper, and drew the circle he had considered the previous night.

Willow was tight around him. Studying magic while riding him hit a lot of her kinks, resulting in an amazing experience. “It looks promising,” she said. “But, first of all, the precautions are too excessive,” she commented, grabbing a pen to mark certain aspects. “The protective aspects of the ritual are weakening the impact significantly.”

“Maybe,” he said even though he disagreed completely. But, Willow’s recklessness when it came to magic was well-documented. He had no intention of using an unsafe method for himself, but debating about one was different.

Especially since he would soon receive another burst of skill points to optimize it further. After all, it had been the exact method he had used with Buffy to create his unique Boxing style.

He might even develop a specialization, which would be welcome.

“No, it won’t work,” she corrected his new idea. “Such an attempt would destabilize the circle completely, and its protective elements would actually hurt,” she corrected his next drawing.

He wasn’t surprised. He suspected that, from a raw knowledge perspective, he knew more than Willow when it came to Wiccan magic at this point. However, it didn’t mean he could actually design better rituals than her.

And, the less they talked about actually powering it, the better.

It was like fighting. Technique helps, but to a degree. It wouldn’t cover the gap between a featherweight and a superheavyweight. The latter could be barely enough to count as a pro, but would still demolish the former.

Willow could be tiny and cute, but he was starting to realize that, in magical terms, she was the equivalent of a superheavy weight. Coupled with her intellect that allowed her to dissect even the most complicated ritual circles merely by a glance, it was no wonder that even with Expert Wiccan Magic, she contributed more to their debate.

That was with her constantly being distracted.

Luckily, he had his own cheats to keep up with her.

[Personal Victory, +5 Tantric]

[Secondary Special Character Defeated, Willow Rosenberg]

[+5 Wiccan Magic]

[Secondary Special Character Defeated, Tara Maclay]

[+20 Wiccan Magic]

She climaxed again, and the burst of information he received allowed him to get a lot of extra information regarding Wiccan rituals.

Willow collapsed against his chest, breathing hard after the climax. He kissed her, enjoying her moans, which made his lips tremble.

“It still leaves the location for the ritual,” Willow said while she let out a moan. “We require a place with a lot of natural mana.”

“A place other than Sunnydale,” he said even as he carried her to the bed.

“Naturally,” she said. “We need the energies of the Earth, gentle and purified. Sunnydale’s mana comes from Hell dimensions, and I don’t want to imagine how bad it would go.”

He laughed. “You’re right.”

“What’s so funny?” she said, frustrated.

“I’m amused that you’re finally one to talk about precautions and safety measures.”

She tried to frown, but with him still inside her while trapping her in a missionary position, it came across playful and coy. “I can be careful when the situation requires,” she argued. He didn’t say anything, just raised an eyebrow. “Well, most of the time … sometimes … occasionally,” she added, her tone turning into a whisper.

He kissed her. “We’re pushing you about it because we care about you. You can be really reckless with magic,” he reminded her.

She opened her mouth to argue, but he just started moving, making her moan. “So, do you have any idea about the location?”

“No,” she said. “It’s not easy. I know that there’ are very few magical spots that could safely be used, but none near California, and they are supposedly under control of some covens or other magical traditions. I can ask Giles—“

“Let’s not do that yet,” he said. He didn’t need to ask. After all, unlike Willow, he had a perfect place for it. Hogsmeade’s magical density would be enough to solve that issue.

He was about to ask for something else, when their phone rang. Willow looked happy to let it go to the answering machine, but he was playing too playful. He actually took the receiver and passed it to her.

Her eyes widened. “H-Hey Tara,” she said.

He smirked, and his hips started to move, teaching Willow that secrets could be more inconvenient than she gave them credit for. Her guilt flared.

He wasn’t able to hear what Tara said in response. She seemed to be a soft-spoken girl. “N-no, I’m not busy. I was preparing for our … meeting,” she whispered, looking at him, not daring to use the word date.

Tara said a few things he couldn’t hear, but he entertained himself by caressing Willow’s body. “Y-yes. At the Cafe Green … actually, an hour is better,” she said.

Tara spoke some more, but he focused on teasing Willow, going back and forth, her walls tight around him. Every time he pushed, she bit her lips to prevent a moan. She looked guilty, but also excited, not even interrupting Tara while she spoke.

Willow was a naughty girl.

He continued invading her until Tara finally ended the call, and Willow dropped the receiver. “You’re mean,” she complained after moaning.

“And, you’re tighter than ever,” he responded, picking up speed to force a broken moan. “Tell me, how did it felt getting fucked while talking with your … friend?”

Willow was too far gone to notice his pointed pause. A pity. “Yes, it felt amazing,” she moaned.

“So, who’s Tara?” he asked even as he flipped their positions, pulling her on top.

Her expression froze at the question, but her hips moved even faster. “A friend from the Wiccan group. She helps me with magic.”

“Really? Maybe I should meet her as well? We can discuss magic together?”

“No,” Willow said, her tone sharper, possessive. He would have respected it, but her hips were moving even faster. “She is too shy,” Willow added, but her tone indicated it was more of an excuse than the real reason.

“A pity. Having another witch to talk shop with would have been nice,” he teased her. She opened her mouth, but he pinched her nipples, and her body jolted.

She didn’t try to answer again. Instead, she leaned forward, bracing both hands on his chest, and started riding him with a surprising confidence. She was trying to make sure they finished before their date, he realized.

He could have let her succeed … but as a more interesting plan popped in his mind, he decided against it. Instead, he started playing with her body, giving her a true taste of Master Tantric.

She made a high, helpless noise, tightening around him, this time triggering his explosion as well.

[Personal Victory, +5 Tantric]

[Secondary Special Character Defeated, Willow Rosenberg]

[+5 Wiccan Magic]

[Secondary Special Character Defeated, Tara Maclay]

[+15 Wiccan Magic]

As Willow collapsed on his chest, he couldn’t help but appreciate some of the quirks of his System. His haphazard discussion with Willow actually allowed him to come up with a Wiccan method to enhance his magical potential.

It was slow, but their safety made it an acceptable exchange. And, he could always design better methods based on that.

He wasn’t in a hurry. With Tara’s unexpected appearance, he had the ability to enhance his Wiccan Magic development, and waiting until reaching Master Wiccan might be the safer option.

First, he needed to meet with Tara. He flipped Willow. “Not done yet,” he whispered as he cast the spell to cleanse her backdoor of invasion.

“Did you just…” Willow gasped.

“Used a Wiccan cleansing spell for a very dirty purpose,” he said as he pressed against her tightness, pushing an inch in. “Why don’t you take a guess?”

Willow chose to pull the pillow to her instead of answering that question, burying her face in the pillow while he invaded her tightness.

Willow’s mouth fell open. “Oh—oh god—” she moaned as her hands tightened around the sheet, but her hips were greedily pushing back. “Harder,” she whimpered.

He gave it to her. The bed creaked under the force of his thrusts. He needed Willow to miss her date, so he could meet with Tara.

What better way than making sure Willow’s mind had been addled with pleasure, unable to remember her name let alone her date.