Orgiastic Learning and a Visit

It wasn't all that much later that Ahsch was organizing a small orgy. Given the perverted weirdness of his Innate Magic, that was hardly surprising. What was unusual was that he wasn't at the center of it - Aena, Nyrin, and Sifthi were. He'd decided that the time had long past to get them up-to-speed on the various Innate Magics available between himself, Ariin, and Mahat, and had set out to rectify the problem once the trip to the Irztonites was over. Avery was also (eagerly) present to 'assist,' though she'd made it clear she would step out intermittently so as to not pass on her Innate Magics to the angels - giving Ahsch access was one thing. Giving others - even if they were the embodiment of his Mana and will - was another.

And so far, things were going well. The first forty-ish minutes had been a bit of experimentation, as Ahsch had already known that small disruptions didn't prevent Sexual Learning from accruing, and he wanted to know if it was possible that a larger group sex situation would operate similarly: if he fucked Aena for twenty minutes, then swapped to Nyrin for another twenty, would the general idea that they were all 'part of an orgy' tick up the progress on Sexual Learning for both of them? Or would he have to swap back and forth again, fucking for a total of about forty minutes, but the times weren't reset when he was with the other angel?

As it turned out, the answer was the former, much to Ahsch's relief. After all, it meant that as long as the seven of them were fucking someone in the orgy, all three of the angels would eventually learn four pieces of Innate Magic every forty minutes (just shy of 20% down from a full hour), at least until someone ran out of stuff to give. Though he was rather disappointed that Avery was still so reluctant to share her Innate Magic with others. Even just playing around with her attention-manipulating magic, Oblivious Focus, he knew how powerful the stuff was. Giving it to the angels could be a major bump in their capabilities, not to mention the other two Magics that Avery had explained he was likely to get (which Rwnil had ended up expanding on, since Avery herself wasn't particularly knowledgeable about the shaid): Unholy Form and Divine Nadir.

The former, despite it's vaguely evil-sounding name, wasn't actually anything inherently bad. In the context of divine energy, holy and unholy referred to how resonant that energy was, usually based on the domains of the gods in question. Rwnil explained that Enochiel's energy would probably resonate well with Orror's, as sex and fertility were naturally complimentary (the local teachings being somewhat ignored in regards to their prudish approach); which made their energy holy to each other. In contrast, _un_holy was something contrary to the energy: injustice to Irzton's justice, for example, which helped Ahsch figure out why the 'church' was so revolting, given it was literally unholy to the god it was dedicated to - somewhat like strewing a baby's corpse all over a maternity ward or something. In relation to Unholy Form, the important part was that the god the shaid were said to come from had a domain of 'anti-holy,' and essentially was unholy to all other gods - which made his angels unholy as well. Contrary to the usual relativity of holy vs unholy, the shaid's energy was always unholy, something which was emphasized when they entered their Unholy Form.

It went unsaid that Avery had partially done so on the night of Ahsch's death.

Divine Nadir similarly dealt with divine energy, but was instead a passive piece of Innate Magic. Specifically, when the shaid were angels, and their god still lived, he primarily gathered divine energy not through worship or sacrifice, but by having his angels go to where sources of divine energy were and siphon off the excess, collecting it and returning to empower him. As an independent, sapient race, the shaid were now able to cultivate that energy personally, eventually gaining a form of divinity in and of themselves. "Of course," Rwnil had concluded, "that almost never happens, as sources of divine energy aren't exactly lying around for shaid to harvest from." She'd then shot Ahsch a pointed look, simultaneously a nudge-nudge-wink-wink type, and a warning.

Not that he needed it - if Avery hung around him long enough, it was possible that she could grow her own store of divine energy. To what end what a different question. As was if they wanted that in the first place. Rwnil did reassure them that it would take decades for that to occur naturally, however, so it wasn't an immediate, or even short-term concern.

But still, Oblivious Focus, Unholy Form, and Divine Nadir would be powerful tools in his own personal arsenal. Plus, Avery having them innately (rather than needing to activate Divine Nadir like Ahsch or any of the angels would if they had it) would make her quite potent with them if she practiced more. As it was, she had only ever really used Oblivious Focus.

As commonly happened, Ahsch let himself go and simply reveled in the sensations of fucking all of his beautiful partners. Rough, violent pounding; choking one of his girls on his dick; spanking and slapping hard enough he left red handprints behind; edging and denying his sister's orgasms as cruelly as he could; dragging Mahat by the hair to rim his ass while he deepthroated one of the angels; anything he wanted, he was able to enjoy.

Avery also took the opportunity to enforce some dominance of her own over the others. Not on Ahsch - at least, not much, though she occasionally 'took the lead' from time to time - but with the other women present, she enjoyed taking charge and using one or another of them with a similar level of roughness.

In all, it was about four hours or constant fucking, sucking, licking, and more before the angels had the full set of Innate Magic that Ahsch had access to, Oblivious Focus aside. The Dominant Mage also had a four-hour, several-hundred percent boost, since he'd turned on Sexual Amplification before the orgy started, though he didn't think he'd need to use it much at all. Especially since it was rather late, and they had delayed dinner by a couple hours to finish up the orgy. It probably wouldn't be much more than two more hours before Ahsch went to bed.

He smiled when he remembered that he'd be going to bed with Avery. His wife. Who was in love with him. Grinning like the fool he knew he was, he pulled Avery close and cuddled with her. At her raised, amused eyebrow, he simply kissed her, soft and tender, causing her to bush darkly.

Fuck, I love making her blush, Ahsch mused as he held his wife close.

Dinner was wrapping up when one of the servants entered the dining room, seeming slightly anxious. "My Lords, Lady Celes has come calling."The two Odestags exchanged glances, but it was Ahsch who stood first. "I'll see what she wants," he said with a long sigh. Then he quirked a smile. "It's probably me she wants to bother anyways."

"Just don't let her get you killed again," Avery muttered darkly, causing Ahsch to give her a sharp look. He knew she was still angry with Kirasiel about... well, a lot of things. And he also knew she wasn't joking - given how hard she had taken his death, it wasn't something she would ever joke about. His gaze slipped to the thrice-refilled glass of rather potent wine that she'd been drinking, and he knew she'd probably have the bottle drained before she went to bed.

It was, unfortunately, yet another thing he'd have to deal with; and one he'd prefer to tackle sooner than later. Avery had always been an alcoholic, if a functional one, but ever since his death, she'd apparently been drinking more than usual. A lot more.

Sighing again, he went out to the entryway and found their guest waiting. And fidgeting. When she saw him, her face went through several emotions, too quick for Ahsch to identify, then she nodded rather deeply to him. "H-Hello... Lord Ahsch...?" There was just a hint of a question in her tone, and he knew that their relationship needed a lot of defining, especially after everything that had happened lately.

"Lady Celes," he greeted, for once with an amount of genuine warmth. "What can I do for you?"

"I... well..." She fidgeted. "Could we maybe speak somewhere... private? Please?"

Ahsch raised an eyebrow, a paranoid, Avery-supported part of his brain ringing an alarm bell. But here, in his own home, still riding a massive boost from the recent orgy...

"We can use my office, if you'd like?" Almost frantic nodding was the response, and he gave a small bow and beckoned the other royal. "Then come with me."

A minute later, they were in the office, the doors secured, and Ahsch was considering where to sit, looking between his desk and the set of more comfortable chairs near the fireplace. The sound of rustling cloth behind him drew his attention away...

And to a suddenly naked Kirasiel, who knelt on the floor, bowing forward in a kowtow.