Not bad, just solidifying his resolve under watchful green eyes.

Max walked down the hall from his aunt's bedroom as his mind was awash with new information.
His aunt was rich and didn't need help buying a mansion for his growing family? What kind of crazy money had she raised? Had she always had this money and it just never came up? Did he need to worry about the IRS coming down to look at his aunt's finances? What other secrets did she have?

Max entered his bedroom for the first time in a long time. When you have a massive harem of sex women aching to feel your cock in them at all hours of the day, Max tended to spend the night in different women's beds as he knocked out while still buried inside of them, much to those women's delight.

Sitting down on his bed, Max had to think. Was it really okay to just let Aunt Alison take care of everything? That did sound like a real easy life, letting his harem of insanely capable women pop out babies and take care of his every whim with enthusiasm.

But was that what he really wanted?

Max thought long and hard about what was going on in his life and when he'd really felt himself come alive. He felt the beginnings of some ideas forming in his mind as he thought about the future and how he wanted to live his life going forward. One thing was for sure, Max resolved himself to pay for most of the new house and any remodeling that he was going to need to do to make his women happy. Even if his Aunt Alison could just pay for it all on her own with whatever dubious money she'd gathered, he wanted to. He had taken it upon himself to pump dozens of babies into dozens of sexy women, the least he could do is give them a home to carry his children in. Would it be expensive? Extremely, but Max wanted to take some responsibility for his choices. It didn't hurt taking responsibility would mean he had a massive house full of luscious tits, round bellies, and aching pussies around him all the time. He might even need to reconsider if he should go try and 'recruit' Dessa and Dee into his little family, having two cops living in the house would probably be amazing for making everyone feel secure. Oh the sacrifices he had to make.

Max started getting ready to sleep as he thought more about what else he could do, a particular machine overlooked on his desk. Hopefully his aunt didn't have any more surprises for him tonight.

Verdant green eyes watched the young man from the mirror in Max's room as an ancient entity beheld her ward. While he wasn't her actual contractor, that was his luscious Aunt, he was a critical part of her plan that had been going swimmingly. Until semi-recently.

The Lady shook her head as she thought about the predicament before her. Mortals. The lad had an artifact capable of rewriting all of existence to suit his every wish, and he barely used it anymore. The last time he used it he had just pushed for him to be better at learning the arts of war. That was it. It was utterly mundane.

At least the young man had finally seemed to be open to adding those delightful inquisitors to his harem. Finally.

What sort of young lad had inquisitors gifted in the ways of cardinal flesh would turn them away? Ah well, maybe she could have her priestess place some incense to drive the lad to finally seed the two poor women. They'd been aching for his gift of life giving seed all through his training.

Annoying that it'd taken this long for her priestess' ward to finally be set upon this way, but it was an entertaining annoyance. Now if only she could get him to use the machine more. He'd been so rapid with it in the beginning, but now he seemed content with where he was. Something she'd found rare in mortals who had keys to unlimited power. While he was doing delightful lateral progress for her plans, but at the moment, she still needed more. The inquisitors were good and hopefully he'd be adding them with that proprietor with a gift for black mana and some of the more arcane arts. Hopefully even his wayward cousin could be brought into the familial fold with her suppressed mind and gift for green magics now free.

Even with another mana imbued incestuous womb for her young ward was still yet to be plucked, she still needed him to gather more. More souls bearing the gift of mana in them gathered under his cock if she was to enact her plan. Many more. And for him to use that eldritch device she'd had her priestess throw through his window.

It was frustrating that she couldn't control that infuriating device, but that was why it was so powerful. It had been a gift to her for some favors several millennia ago to some "Elder Gods" from beyond space and time. They were good fun and incredibly polite for extra-dimensional entities. Their gifts though tended to be as mind boggling as the gift givers themselves were though. Although capable of warping time and all realities, it was only usable by mortal hands, and ones that were free from direct control at that.

How infuriating was that? Something that could solve her greatest agony and she couldn't use it, or direct someone else to do it for her.

Until she'd ruminated with her latest priestess. Oh the wisdom that comes from the mouths of mortals.

Now thinking of her flame-haired priestess, she had to admit that she'd managed a glorious stroke of luck when she decided to actually contract the delightfully depraved mortal. It may have been sheer boredom that she finally accepted the mortal's entreaties to forge a pact, but it had been delightfully interesting ever since. With every warp in the eddies of existence, her priestess had gotten more and more powerful. Closer and closer to being able to do what was necessary. Hopefully she could prompt her young nephew to use the machine more. Then she might have a chance to change her own wretched fate.