Spellheart 10: Chapter 4 (Patreon)

“These rewards are amazing!” Sava said as she went through the full and unabridged list. “There’s so many potions here I’ve never even heard of! But thanks to the Substance Analyzer, we could reverse engineer copies out of them...”

“Ha, I suppose you’re right. I don’t think this merit shop was meant to be combined with The Wanderer. We can get all sorts of rare and exotic alchemical creations without even trying now.” I gave Sava an approving smile. “But that’s for later, first--“

“Quick! Assign me more quests!” Sava said hurriedly. “We need those potions.”

I placed a hand on her shoulders. “We have time, Sava. We really should address your cultivation going forward. For all of you.”

“Wait, this Blood of a Stellar Titan sounds amazing!” Assyrus gushed. “It could give me the effects of body cultivation even though I’m a spirit cultivator! I need to have it.”

“And you will. But first, some cultivation,” I replied, holding up a hand.

A torrent of other requests came next.

“Oh! I see something I want!” Eltiana shouted.

“Me too!” Korra jumped back up, no longer sleepy. “I want these claws!”

I waved them down and attempted to grab hold of the conversation again. “Yes, yes, I’m sure there’s something all of you want. And all of you will get what you want sooner or later. But it’s important to remember that better items exist for people of increasingly high cultivation levels. And what better way to raise your cultivation levels quickly than with a quick session of dual cultivation?”

“We’re so close to being filthy rich!” Eltiana explained, eyes sparkling. “I found the perfect item for me! Divine Kidnapper’s Rope! Supposedly it’s strong enough to even hold a Demigod! These shop treasures won’t be around forever. What if we miss them?”

I rubbed my temples, feeling a mix of anxious frustration. “You don’t understand. There’s... um...” I thought quickly. I didn’t want to spoil my surprise, and another serious dual cultivation session would do them all good. But I wasn’t about to ask for it. It was for them, after all. Not me. I was perfectly fine, really.

“Uh...” I said, still buying time to think. “There’s a terrible disease spreading through the land. Very dangerous. And I just learned that dual cultivation is the only way to protect you all from it. So let’s get to it quick!”

Sava raised an eyebrow. “A disease? I never noticed such a thing. If that’s true, I need to start working on a cure right away. After all, it isn’t feasible for you to dual cultivate with every elf on the continent to protect them. There must be an alchemical solution.”

“No, no, you don’t get it,” I insisted. “This is a special kind of disease that only affects naughty girls who are supposed to be training hard for their next breakthrough. They’ll all be fine, but you ladies need my help immediately.”

I was greeted by faces of skeptical amusement. Apparently, I wasn’t quite as convincing as I thought. Grumbling to myself, I fiddled with my throne. Where was that quest screen?

There. I quickly typed in a new quest and issued it to all of them.

Quest Available!

Beg to engage in dual cultivation with your wise and generous Patriarch to save the world from certain destruction.

Reward: 4000 points.

I watched their faces go blank one at a time as they each received the new quest. I was impressed that I was able to give such a quest a point reward at all. This seemed like a very easy way to generate infinite points. Perhaps that would have been the better cover story to lead with.

“Four thousand points!” Sava turned expectant eyes toward me. The others soon followed suit.

“Can we?” Assyrus asked, eyes wide.

I relaxed back into my throne. Now, this was more like it.

“Oh, I don’t know. I’m awfully busy today...” I flipped through my throne room’s menus, trying to look hard at work.

“Please, Theo?” Sava insisted. “We’d do anything for a little dual cultivation time with you?”

“Anything?” I raised an eyebrow and closed my menu.

“Yes, anything!” Eltiana rocked back and forth on her heels. The others nodded in agreement.

“Alright. I suppose I can take a little time out of my busy day to help you all since you’re asking so nicely...”

***

I flew out of the Throne Room fast enough to break the sound barrier, sending a sonic book across the Hearthwood. I grabbed three women at a time and dropped them off in front of my new tower.

“Surprise!” I smiled as I spread my arms wide before my new tower.

“Very nice. It’s a lot better than the mud wall you started with...” Sava said as she stared up at the tower. “What’s it for, anyway?”

“That is the real surprise.” I swung the door wide. That was brand new, placed there by the Whitewood Clan mere hours ago. The same was true for the wooden floors just beyond the doorway.

“Did you build a clubhouse?” Eltiana asked with a coy smile on her face. “A secret base for us to hide from all the kids?”

I laughed. “Ha! Maybe up top. But as you’ll soon realize, the tower’s a lot bigger below than it is above. Come this way...”

I beckoned them inside with a flourish, and they followed. The stairs were somewhere around here, and most of the interior of the tower was as new to me as it was to them. One thing about the Whitewood Clan was they worked really fast.

Just hours ago, this place had been a series of chambers made of bare stone. Now there were wooden dividing walls to break everything up into its own rooms. Most of the rooms were even fully furnished.

“It looks lovely, Theo.” Tivana rested a hand on my shoulder from behind. “Is this where we’ll all be dual cultivating?”

“Soon, dear. I just need to find the stairs...” We went through a few rooms, and eventually, I found them. The first floor downward soon revealed chambers three times as large as each of the ones above. “Here we are! Let’s go straight to the bottom and then work our way up.”

I’d made most of this lower level myself and was proud to showcase my handiwork. I’d harnessed the geothermal energy in the ley lines beneath the Hearthwood to build hot springs. All in all, it would be a good place to relax after a long session of what I had planned upstairs.

“Wonderful. It’s like a resort from the eastern island states.” Tivana smiled at the water as I showed off my creations.

“But wait, there’s more!” I took them up a floor. Here, we had an indoor sparring arena, an obstacle course, and several other recreational facilities. There were murmurs of approval all around as I showed them off. “The Whitewood Clan isn’t quite done with these since the room above was the priority. Let me know if you have any special requests for the empty chambers.”

Finally, I took my women up to the place I’d long been waiting to show off. “And this, Tivana, is the real reason I brought you all here. Behold, our brand new private dual cultivation area.”

The Whitewood Clan had done an excellent job of moving my inventions in. There were plates with light enchantments lining the walls, but right now the illumination throughout the series of chambers was mostly from the endless rows of candles lining the walls and dangling from the ceiling. It would have been an impossible number of candles to light without fire magic, and I wondered who the Whitewood Clan had recruited for the job.

Within the room were all sorts of chairs, restraints, paddles, cages, and toys. A patriarch of my proclivities could deal with any number of naughty, disobedient matriarchs in a room like this one.

“Hey Theo, why do you have such a funny look on your face while stroking that paddle?” Eltiana poked me in the side, chin tilted up in a teasing smirk. My little ninja knew exactly what she was doing as she shifted her shoulders and let the corners of her robe droop a bit lower than they would under normal circumstances.

I shook myself out of my meandering thoughts and locked eyes on Eltiana. “Oh, Eltiana. If anyone’s earned the answer to that question, it’s you.” A wide smile spread across my face.

***

A few minutes later, I was in my happy place. Eltiana’s clothes were scattered on the floor, a fluffy leather paddle was in my hand, and she rubbed her naked and reddened ass with a slightly upturned lip. It was absolutely adorable, and seeing it again made me remember why I let her get away with so much. If she caused trouble, it just meant I’d have another opportunity to have her make that face again.

“Ah. What a great way to christen this room! Now that my arm’s all warmed up, let’s see...” I reached out and grabbed another matriarch at random. I probably should have used someone who actually needed punishment for something, but I was getting into the zone. Besides, I was sure Assyrus would do something bad at some point. I was just getting ahead of the curve.

More importantly, all the vigorous sparing she did every day had done delightful things to her ass. It was the sort of thing I needed to toss aside the paddle for and really get in there with bare fingers.

“Wait, wait. What’d I do?” Assyrus asked as she squirmed on my lap.

“Uh... hmm...” I ran my fingers through my hair. “Clothes! That’s it! These are sacred halls, and all of you are desecrating them! I have decreed just now that no woman of mine may enter this private space fully dressed! You were all supposed to leave your clothes by the door. That’s a new rule, and I’m imposing it retroactively, so you’re all guilty!”

My women quickly scrambled out of their clothes, but it was too late.

Sometimes, it was good to be the Patriarch.

On the outside, I was known as a fair and wise ruler. But that was only possible because I got all my unfair moments out behind closed doors. In a way, my lovely companions were sacrificing themselves to me here to ensure justice would always be carried out beyond these walls. Or at least, that was the story I told them in the moment.

Once upon a time, I’d considered myself no hornier than the average man. Yes, I had my urges, but nothing particularly sinful. I was certainly no pervert.

It was all these pretty elves with their blushing faces, tight asses, and bouncing breasts that had made me this way. They were all so constantly aroused, desperate, and needy that if I didn’t give them what they wanted regularly, they’d come after me to take it.

It had taken a lot of getting used to, but now I was starting to feel like I truly belonged on this world. After years of careful cultivation and effort, I’d crafted a body that was man enough for all the many women I found eager to be mine. And I loved it.

If I ever found a way back to Earth, I probably wouldn’t last a day or two without having three or four of my women by my side. It was like I’d gone years with just a spoonful of honey every few months, but now I’d come to a world where everything was sweet. It was too late to go back.

“Oh, by the heavens above!” Tivana moaned as I slid my thick cock into her dripping pussy.

The one saving grace of my current affliction was that my companions were even more sex-addicted than I was. I’d spotted plenty of hard nipples and went crotches as I paddled Eltiana. And after asking them to disrobe, there were a dozen wet and slippery patches of ground where they’d all been standing. If the horny juices of powerful elven matriarchs were worth anything as alchemy ingredients, I could be the world’s biggest supplier.

Kneeling, standing, sitting, upside down, and suspended in the air. We did it all. There were a million ways to have sex, especially with someone as flexible as my lovely elven companions. Dean had taught me that, but by this point, I’d pushed far beyond the bounds of his so-called research. I would have to send him some corrections in the future since he covered a few topics in his book that could benefit from my expertise.

“Who’s your patriarch?” I demanded of Nela. “Who rules over the Songstone Clan as master and overlord?”

“You do!” Nela eagerly replied from her knees as she licked my seed from her lips. “T-the Songstone Clan is privileged to serve the Patriarch. Me especially.”

I laughed and ran my fingers possessively through her hair. “Good. Very good. I trust you share the sentiment, Melise?”

Melise nodded eagerly.

“Good. Now, do that time reversal thing again. Let’s see if you can put a little more of that passion into your blowjob technique...” I waved to Melise, and she used her fate zeal to reverse time on my cock. The feeling of my seed flowing back into me was a strange one, but it would come out again soon enough.

“All done!” Melise said proudly.

I ran my hands through her hair as well. “I think I’ve finally found the perfect use for time manipulation magic...”

Our fun continued for several more hours before I remembered that I wasn’t here strictly for my own enjoyment. This was supposed to be a dual cultivation session.

Thankfully, the bulk of the work was already done. Putting my women into a blissful and submissive state where I could reach into the deepest parts of their soul without resistance was half the battle.

At the heights of pleasure, when both their bodies and their magic were willing to do absolutely anything I asked of them, I could take control of their cultivation. With that control, I could use my own understanding of their cultivation to push them to new heights.

That was my big breakthrough with the royal family’s ancient dual cultivation technique, and it would let me beat the very thing that frightened Sam and Dean so much about getting with Heartwielders.

I wouldn’t have to fear any lover of mine dying before me. As long as they gave me their complete trust, I could reshape them into someone powerful enough to stand before me for all time.

And when I’d broken through to the Demigod realm, I’d done just that. All my matriarchs who’d been stuck in the Wizard realm had broken through to the Sorcerer realm through the sheer force of my will. Tivana had made it to Sorcerer on her own before her progress slowed, but with my help she’d pushed herself to new heights.

Out of all my companions, she was closest to Demigod. It sure would be nice to have her hanging on my arm when we went to that Demigod party, so that’s exactly what I planned to make happen.

I went through all my women individually, giving each fine-tuning and stabilization. They’d all fought a tough battle, and doing that right after a big breakthrough was rough. Since they hadn’t reached their current heights of cultivation on their own, their respective willpower wasn’t quite up to par in terms of keeping their cultivation in working order.

But that was alright because I was more than up for the task. I couldn’t have any of them backsliding, so these regular tune-ups would be increasingly important as I pushed each of them beyond what their respective talents would ordinarily allow.

In time, the right combinations of items and insights would bolster them to the point where they could hold on to the full scope of their cultivation on their own. But I had no interest in telling them exactly when that point would come to pass. It would be better to ensure they got regular tune-ups regardless.

“Oh maker, Theo! So... much... zeal!” Tivana panted as I filled her with energy that moments ago had flowed through my body. As my seed spilled into her, so too did my power. My spirit cultivation guided her own spirit cultivation, soothing and stabilizing it. Teaching it how to be more than it was. Her power could grow thicker, dense, nimbler, and more eager to do Tivana’s bidding. All it had to do was learn to do mine as well.

As an experiment, I borrowed a little of Tivana’s power. Sure enough, I could use it to manipulate spatial zeal. I wasn’t as skilled as the woman herself, but that might come in handy someday if I didn’t have Tivana herself close at hand.

My body cultivation did even more for her. As the World Titan Fiendbody flowed through her, it turned elven flesh into something stronger than her zeal could ever make on her own. I left behind a shadow of my body cultivation within her. She wouldn’t be able to improve it, and with time, it would fall apart. But as long as this little gift of mine remained, she would be a bit sturdier than any normal spirit cultivator had any right to be.

“See what that does for you, Tivana. It’s about time we start thinking about the Demigod realm for you.”

I gave her stomach a little pat. My seed oozed out of her as she lay on the bed and let out short panting breaths.

“Alright, who’s up next?” I turned to the rest of the room. I’d just made several new discoveries, and it wouldn’t be fair to give them to Tivana alone.

We were in for a long, long night. Probably several long nights.