Wanda's Quest

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It had been roughly a month since Wanda had joined the harem and, if she were to judge her own performance, she would say she had adapted to this new way of life swimmingly.

“You tea, Miss Maximoff.” Tifa made her way to the dining room table, carrying a silverware tray with her. Wanda sat alone as Tifa approached, mesmerized by her bouncing breasts, as the maid walked around topless for Wanda’s pleasure.

Wanda’s reply came out as a muffled moan, her body roiling from the spikes of pleasure as Aerith ate her out beneath the table. Tifa paid no mind to Wanda’s state or what her fellow maid was doing, as she set the table for Wanda’s tea - saucer and cup and spoon. Condiments, including an empty porcelain creamer joined as well.

“Will you be having milk with your tea this afternoon?” Tifa asked, patient and attentive as she watched Wanda buck and writhe in her seat, riding out another wave of pleasure.

Her response came in the form of a raised hand, crackling with power, followed by flicks of bright red chaos magic which drifted towards Tifa and entered her body. Almost immediately, Tifa could feel it, as she gasped in surprise and arched her back. Her nipples grew erect in a flash, as thin rivulets of milk began to run from them. Taking the empty creamer, Tifa milked herself, squeezing and pumping one big, milky tit and carefully filling the vessel with her rich, creamy milk.

“Ah… thank you, Tifa…” Wanda finally said in a shaky voice. She took the breast milk and added it to her tea before taking a gentle sip of the beverage, relishing the taste of Tifa’s magically enhanced milk on her tongue.

With that, she then patted Aerith on the head as a means of dismissal. Quick as a whip, Aerith rose from beneath the table and dove onto her fellow maid, suckling at Tifa’s breasts and happily slurping up all the excess milk she was still producing. Aerith greedily drank from her friend until she was dry, Tifa now being the one to moan and writhe from Aerith’s sweet, loving ministrations.

Being one of the newest members to this well-established harem, Wanda made good in her attempts to reach out and connect to her fellow slaves. Visiting families and slaves in their homes, introducing herself to her Master’s classroom of fawning schoolgirls, always being available for any guest who came to stay at the Big House with her and Rob and Zatanna. And, for the most part, she got along well enough with the various other slaves her Master had claimed.

Whether they were awed by her beauty, in fear of her powers, or respectful of her position and Rob’s clear favouritism toward her, most chose to show deference towards this newcomer. Some were more recalcitrant, as Zatanna had warned her, but of course Wanda had her ways to change their minds and make them more agreeable.

But, that being said, she much preferred to spend time with slaves who didn’t need an attitude adjustment.

On a blazing hot day, Wanda was relaxing poolside, letting all of her worries and stress ebb away into the ether. Even beneath the merciless, beating sun, Wanda was perfectly cool and comfortable as Ahsoka and Barriss played attendant for her, fanning her with oversized palm fronds and keeping their Master’s favourite perfectly comfortable.

There was no need to use **** to **** Ahsoka or Barriss here today. Wanda did not need to use her power or threaten them or browbeat them. They agreed to play subservient to her out of the goodness of their heart and the love they felt for their Master. And, Wanda had to admit, they made great company. Even though she was using the time to relax, unwind, and meditate, she could not help but steal glances at the exotic bodies of the two alien beauties, their coloured skin, and especially Ahsoka’s great, fleshy headpiece. She made no move towards either of them (today, at least), but she couldn't help but admire Rob’s taste in women once more.

However, while Wanda enjoyed her status in the harem and what that status granted her, other things still bothered her. While Zatanna had informed her of Rob’s more laissez faire attitude towards acquiring and conquering women, it still caused Wanda no end of frustration. With all of his power - and all of her power - he could and should be sweeping women off their feet and into his bed with only an errant thought, but here he was, content to sit back and let the world provide for him instead.

Wanda had seen the whole breadth of his campaign now, too, having had Izu publish an account of every encounter Rob had had, starting with Tifa and Nami (the android, programmed to only obey Rob, did require some fine tuning via chaos magic to obey Wanda’s commands). Through this document, Wanda had seen that, yes indeed, Rob had stumbled from one encounter to the next without prior planning or preparation, only succeeding by the whims of fate and the power of the djinn that infused him. Or, rather, that described most of his encounters.

There were times when he specifically targeted a woman and sought her out (Zatanna, Sombra, Mercy) and it seemed every time he went forth and quested for his ideal ****, he benefited immensely. Wanda also saw that when he and Zatanna went to enslave the four Westerosi whores; maybe not as powerful and foundational as the others, but Wanda knew how fond Rob was of Daenerys and the others and how much fun he had with them. Wanda also couldn’t help but feel a little jealous that Zatanna went into the field with him and got to enjoy the thrill of the hunt alongside their Master.

And from that, Wanda’s frustrations bore the fruit of a plan. A plan to alleviate her misgivings regarding her Master’s lackadaisical attitude. A plan to acquire him choice slaves, both in power and in beauty. And a plan to join him in his conquest, to bask in the pleasure and satisfaction of it all alongside her beloved Master.

Knowing that Rob would never refuse a request made by her, Wanda saw no need for subterfuge, opting instead to tell him the next time they had some alone time. But even choosing to disregard subtlety, she didn’t just blurt out her desires the moment she saw him, that would just be crass.

Instead, they spooned together for many wordless moments. One of Rob’s great, gentle hands rested upon Wanda’s belly, pawing and softly rubbing the spot where a life grew inside of her. She could see it written on his face, that Rob could hardly wait for the day Wanda’s (and his other baby mama’s) belly ballooned into a great baby bump, fitting his hands possessively over both mother and daughter, lording his power over his loves and their lives. Wanda allowed herself a small smile. Wonderful as that may be, she knew her Master would still be waiting months for that moment.

Finally, Wanda decided to break the ice. “Darling, I have had an idea tumbling about the last few days.” She said after spinning about, throwing her arms around his neck, looking up at the idol of her affection and the owner of her everything. “You of course love me and Zatanna equally, yes?”

“But of course.” Rob replied, quickly growing concerned. “You’re - is everything okay, Wanda? Because, yes, I play favourites, but both you and Zatanna stand as those favourites. If I’ve done something to upset you, the please -”

Wanda hushed him with a kiss, smiling and chuckling against his lips. “You are very sweet, my love, but no. Everything is as fine as it could be. Being with you is like being in a dream. But…”

“But…?”

“Well… if we and Zatanna are your favourites and stand as equals, then we should be afforded the same opportunities, yes?”

Finally, Rob began to clue in that Wanda was angling for something, a look of understanding slowly coming to him, followed by one of contemplation and remembrance. Wanda could clearly see him recall all of Zatanna’s actions and adventures, trying to parse what “opportunity” Wanda spoke of.

Cute as he looked while in deep thought, Wanda cut to the chase. “I wish to join you on a crusade of conquest!” Wanda trilled, at the same time breaking away from Rob’s grasp. She spun about, body flowing with liquid grace, her outfit becoming an airy affair inspired by her Roma heritage, all loose and flowing silks that moved with the same seductive languidness of their mistress.

“You and her enslaved the Westerosi girls and made them your own, and so I would like to be alongside you when you claim women for the harem.” She twirled, smiling, bowing deeply, scarlet grace and bewitching beauty. “And to help you obtain many more beautiful and powerful women you desire. Please, my Master, let me serve as your hand in proper capacity.”

Clearly pleased by her little production, Rob also couldn’t help but be a little confused by everything. He took Wanda into his arms again, chuckling at her.

“Well… you could have just asked if that’s all it was.”

“Oh, but I did ask.” Wanda replied with a twinkle in her eyes. “Just in a much more entertaining manner, no?” Rob conceded the point.

“Well, when you’re right, you’re right. It’s funny, I was even considering this possibility the other day. So, should we pack our bags and find our targets?”

A mischievous and knowing smile came to Wanda’s lips. “Actually, I believe I have the perfect targets in mind. Beautiful. Powerful. And they will be exceptionally helpful to one of your current projects…”

Despite his pleading, Wanda kept her secret just that, continuing to build the suspense for the reveal. Accepting that his beloved had her reasons, Rob went off to collect Talon (one concession that Wanda didn’t mind too much). With his apprentice in tow, Rob returned to find Wanda gathering her power and forming a vibrant teleportation circle upon the ground.

And with that said, no words or motions were wasted, as Wanda quickly swept her and her Master (and their hanger-on) away to parts unknown. To a mission she would absolutely call rewarding, but also might refer to it as “astonishing” and “uncanny” if she felt like spoiling the surprise…

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Fun Fact: the outfit in the second image there was created by artist George Perez and is notable for being an outfit he only ever draws Wanda in, due to how complex it is. Also, if you look closely, you can plainly tell that Wanda is not wearing panties beneath her loincloth, which is an entirely intentional design choice by the artist!

Alright! We are in for some fun times for the next arc. I know I often talk about how much I "love the next arc" or "am excited for you guys to read the next arc" but it is very much true each time and is especially true this time. Any guesses as to the target of Wanda's chosen conquest?

In addition, as of publication this story is at over 955,000 Views and over 3,400 Likes. I have been thinking of what I want to do to celebrate the next major milestone for this story and I have finally come up with a whopper of an idea. And I've decided this targeted milestone will be 1 Million Views OR 5,000 Likes (whichever come first). While I do not expect to hit this goal by the end of the year, it is absolutely in sight and am really excited (there's that word again...) for what's in store. To give you a hint, it will be a series of polls where you the viewer will help design a character for this story thread.

So, until then and until next time, stay tuned, thanks for watching, and take care everyone.