What to do...

Your vitality renewed, you encase the cursing but powerless witch in vines, forming a torso of sorts around her struggling form. More gently, you wrap an exhausted Dana in your arms and set off for home. As you lumber through the black forest you ponder what your next course of action should be. Your original plan to kill the witch for XP was out of the question, you'd gone through too much trouble to just kill her now! You think the austere "demigod" would make a lovely addition to your lair... provided you could stop her from burning it down. That thought keeps you spamming Absorb for the rest of the night, even after the witch subsides into unconsciousness.

Damn you Bill! You'd spent the morning slithering erratically about your lair, meticulously dusting leaves and detritus out of the center clearing. "Bill" was one of the larger trees surrounding your clearing and had apparently decided autumn was coming early this year. You viciously smack the offending leaves out of the air before they reach the pristine grass. At some point this morning, sometime around when your mana-bar reached 350% capacity, you'd thought it would be a good idea to name the surrounding vegetation so it knew who you were talking to. A small noise brings your attention to the hollow Dana had claimed for a bed. The girl stares at you open-mouthed, ...What?! her only answer is to blink.

Your head snaps around to check on your new guest, still out cold in the middle of the clearing, held tightly by several of your roots. Absorb. Whipping back around to the still frozen Dana you realize your hyper-caffeinated behavior might warrant an explanation, I have been absorbing the witches mana ever since we captured her. My mana bar is currently at 500% capacity and would be going higher were it not for the exponential rate of decay for bonuses that more than double my stats. I feel like my skin is going to crawl off and spontaneously combust. You sum up in roughly five seconds. She gives you a level stare before bursting into laughter and falling onto her back.

You were starting to realize that you desperately needed some mana-intensive powers. You forget what your base mana-regen was but who cared now? You had two spellcasters in your custody, one of whom was almost overloading you while still ****. All you really had was Herbal Flow, and you liked to save that for intimate encounters. Giving Dana the evil eye as she rolls around the meadow, gasping for air and cackling, you consider your troublesome catch. She was waaaay too high level for you to subdue her in the long term, you'd need to figure out a more permanent solution. Dana quickly came around to your side after some misdirection and one or two passionate encounters but she was... well, Dana. Miera on the other hand... Miera needed a stronger approach.

Not that you minded giving it to her. The goal of getting a few dedicated ****-girls was still hugely appealing. You were rather attached to Dana and her quirks so you'd been careful. Miera was a turbo-charged mega-witch bitch who people whispered about in dark taverns. She could take what you dished out and then some, so you'd have to get creative if you ever expected to get her on a leash. Whatever you were going to do you should probably decide soon, "Miera the god-touched" wouldn't sleep forever.