The Quantum Wanderer

The next few days run quietly. I give Piotr another bullgoose, and he enjoys it.

The dawn light filtered through the grand windows of our new manor, casting a golden glow over the sprawling bed where my mate sisters and devoted slaves awaited. I stretched out, feeling like a king in this realm of pleasure they'd all embraced. Shandon, Opal, Aquamarine, and Ruby—my dragon women in human form—lay around me, their bodies a tempting array of curves and quiet anticipation. Cecilia, the human with her familiar pout, and Siratra, my eager demoness slave, completed the circle. They'd returned from those submission classes, their minds honed for devotion, bodies ready to serve without hesitation. After humiliating that pompous professor yesterday, Siratra was practically glowing with the need to show her loyalty. “Master,” she purred, her voice dripping with reverence, “let me worship you. You're the god of knowledge, and I exist to make you feel divine.”

I relaxed into the moment, their submissiveness unfolding naturally as they moved toward me. Ruby, always the enthusiastic one, took the lead, her lips wrapping around my hardening cock with greedy fervor. “My lord,” she moaned, her voice thick with lust, “I've been craving this since last night. Let me suck you deep—feel how wet I am just thinking about it.” Her tongue swirled expertly, her dragon heat turning her mouth into a furnace of sensation, all on her own initiative.

Shandon, with her steady eagerness, positioned herself beside Ruby, her hands roaming my thighs as if it were the most natural thing. “My lord, we'll make this morning unforgettable,” she said softly, leaning in to kiss my balls and take turns with Ruby. Opal, maintaining her dignified grace, knelt with poise, her fingers tracing delicate patterns on my chest. “As you wish, my lord,” she murmured, her cool voice laced with desire before she joined them, her lips grazing the base of my shaft with precise, devoted attention.

Aquamarine, shy at first, bit her lip before surprising everyone with her hidden boldness. “M-my lord,” she whispered, blushing as she crawled closer, “I want to taste you too.” Then, without prompting, she dove in, licking from my balls to the tip with a dirty, unrestrained flick of her tongue. “Fuck, yes,” she gasped, her shyness melting away as she sucked harder, her words turning explicit. “I need you to fuck my throat until I gag, my lord. Make me yours completely.”

Cecilia pouted from the edge of the bed, her arms crossed, but even she couldn't fight the pull of her submissive nature. “My villain,” she sighed, her voice a mix of reluctance and arousal as she edged closer, “I suppose I can't resist.” She melted in, her hands sliding down to stroke me alongside the others, her touch gentle but yielding.

Siratra, my nerdy demoness, was a vision of proactive devotion, wedging herself between my legs with wide-eyed eagerness. “Master, please,” she begged, “let me show you how much I appreciate what you did. I need your cock inside me—now.” I nodded, and she guided me in, flipping onto her back as I thrust deep into her soaking pussy. She screamed in ecstasy, her body arching as I filled her. “Oh, god of knowledge, yes! Fuck me harder, Master—make me cum for you!”

The room became a whirlwind of their natural submission. Ruby straddled my face, grinding her clit against my tongue with unrestrained zeal. “Taste how wet I am for you, my lord,” she cried, riding me wildly as if it were her sole purpose. Shandon and Opal intertwined beside us, fingering each other with effortless harmony, their demeanors shifting into shared moans. “We're your mate sisters,” Shandon panted, “let us serve you together.” Opal echoed with a nod, her fingers plunging into Shandon's cunt as they both lost themselves in the act.

Aquamarine, now fully liberated, grabbed a toy from the bedside—a remnant from their classes—and started fucking herself vigorously, her dirty talk flowing freely. “My lord, look at me—I'm such a slut for you. Want to see me squirt?” Her fingers worked her clit furiously, juices spilling out as she came hard, screaming with abandon.

Cecilia, still pouting but compliant, positioned herself to lick Siratra's clit while I pounded her. “Alright, my villain,” she muttered, but her tongue worked with surprising dedication, sending Siratra over the edge. “God of knowledge, I'm cumming!” Siratra wailed, her pussy clenching around me like a vice.

I moved through them effortlessly, their submissiveness guiding the flow. I took Ruby next, bending her over as she eagerly arched her back for me. “Take me, my lord,” she begged, her enthusiasm making her thrusts meet mine with perfect rhythm. Shandon and Opal pressed against me, their bodies molding to mine in a tangled embrace of lust. Aquamarine whispered filthy secrets in my ear, “Fill me up, my lord—make me your cum dumpster,” as she joined the pile, her actions bold and unreserved.

Finally, as the sun rose higher, I exploded inside Siratra, my seed marking her as mine. The others followed, their orgasms rippling through the room in a chorus of screams and devotion. We collapsed together, our new lifestyle one of blissful hedonism. “That's how we please you,” Ruby sighed contentedly, speaking for them all.

A little after we finish our breakfast, Rudolph enter the dining room, with an envelope on a tray.

“Rudolph, what is this?”

“An invitation, sir. viscount Blackforge is inviting you and family to a ball.”

“A… Ball…?”

Cecilia looks at me with stars in her eyes.

“When?”

“It is set for the seventh of month six, sir. In two weeks.”

“What is a ball, my lord?”

“It is a party, with a lot more people than the ones we have been in, with music, where we dance.”

“Dance, my lord?”

Cecilia answered.

“We move gracefully with a song.”

And she starts waltzing around the room.

“Do you know how to dance this thing, Cecs?”

“We could at least watch it.”

“Rudolph, are they sure they are inviting us? We don’t have any noble title. Could this be some sort of prank?”

“Well, my lord, I can check with the duke’s butler.”

“Please do. I am not used to these people just being nice.”

I can see that Cecilia is kind of disappointed.

“Cecs, if it is a prank or something, we will have our own ball, ok? I still don’t know who we would invite, but we can always ask some help from Edward. Let’s just check this up first. If we keep doing what we did over at Rajesh’s party, we are going to end up with a shorter list of nobles.”

The rest of the day is a normal one. We are getting into this routine, where the girls go around town.

The next morning, we have some preparations to make. The girls all put their adventurer clothing on, except for Siratra. Today is the schools’ exams.

After breakfast, we walk to the schools, in our normal pace. Even Cecilia can walk pretty fast, so we end up getting there quickly.

We see Edward’s carriage passing us by, and we arrive almost at the same time. He comes out of the carriage.

“Hi, how are you?”

“We are fine, thanks.”

“I thought I was going to give you guys a ride.”

“Don’t worry about it. I didn’t want to impose.”

“Don’t worry about that. I owe you a life of favors…”

And he give a light-hearted giggle. We start walking towards the tests sites. The morning tests are going to the knight’s test. The Magic School testing is going to be in the afternoon. It’s amazing that even though I have already noticed how popular he is, I can never get used to it. People stare at us right and left.

We follow some signs that point us towards the exam place. We get to this arena. There are a set of huge slabs of granite to one side, an a group of people close to them. There is a person that is collecting the inscription plaques, and positioning everybody in this formation. There is a large group of people in these try outs, in every form imaginable. The humans are the majority, but there also a lot of beast kins, some elves, even some dwarves in the mix. There are apparently some thousands of candidates in here. There are some younger ones, around 12, but the average looks to be 14, and there are a lot that looks to be 16. It is difficult to guess for the non-humans, though. Edward tells me that there are 200 seats available each year, but since they warrant such good paying jobs, there are a lot of candidates.

I am watching this whole thing on the side. Cecilia, Siratra and Edward are with me. On a stage, a woman in a half plate is projecting her voice, using just a little bit of a war cry, to make herself heard.

“LISTEN UP! This year, we are going to implement a change in the evaluation process. Listen to everything, then you can ask questions.

“Any candidate can either be evaluated either at a menhir or by an instructor. The menhir is a solid block of granite. Your goal is to either cut or destroy it, you can use your current weapons for that. If the menhir doesn’t suffer after your blow, of if you just do slight dents on it, you fail. If you cut or destroy it, then you pass.

“If you opt to be evaluated by an instructor, then he will grade you. You can opt to do both tests if you wish.

“The results are not appealable.

“The results will be posted here, tomorrow, for the day of challenge. Everyone that passes will have to stay here the whole morning. The ones that fail can choose to challenge one of the candidates that passed. The one that wins the mock battle will get the seat.

“Any questions?”

The instructor looks around. She sees Edward, and gives him a nod. The candidates create this huge line in front of the menhirs. The first candidate takes a look, arms a slice in the diagonal and… Nothing. Even with a little magic, destroying this slabe of granite is not an easy task. I can see that his hand and arm is now hurting.

The candidate is given a wooden sword, and goes to an available test instructor. There are 10 of them, to make things go faster. He stands in front of an instructor, with the sword raised in a generic way. The instructor does a war cry on him, “ATTACK, BOY!” The kid shakes, closes his eyes and run towards the instructor. He takes a sword slap on this butt. There is someone from the stage watching that particular match. The instructor raises his hand, with a closed fist, and the person watching the match writes something in a board.

This goes on and on. The dwarves actually try to break the granite with a huge hammer, but even that apparently did not do the trick. They seem kind of disappointed.

Some of the students do better against the instructors than others. The elves, in particular, instead of just trying to attack blindly, go with caution. In that case, the instructor raised a hand with three fingers up, while his thumb was holding his pinky.

My girls are the last ones. Shandon is the first one. Of course, my girls kind of have cheat with their weapons. Shandon actually cuts the rock in the diagonal. A clean, swift cut. The instructors look at the rock, then they look at her. One of the instructors write something in the board.

Next in line is Aquamarine. She has her head down, and gets close to the next available menhir. She hits it with the back of her hand, and rock crumbles into smaller pieces.

Next is Opal, that goes close to one of the rocks, sighs, and does the same as Aquamarine. With the same results.

Next one is Ruby. But she by passes the menhirs, and grabs a wooden sword. She is going towards the line of instructors. Not good.

“RUBY! NO! Go for the rock! And be careful with the people!”

She pouts, but turns around. She circles the stone once and assumes a position. I slap my forehead. She kicks the stone, with way too much strength. There is this explosion noise, and everyone jumps to the ground. Everyone except the girls and me, of course.

There is this kind of conical cloud of dust, that starts at the place the menhir was at, and it goes out in the distance. Then we hear the noise of some very small pebbles falling. And there is no menhir. The instructor that was about to fight her looks a little flabbergasted, and then he seems a little relieved.

It takes sometime until people start moving again, and after everything is normal, the female instructor from before announces the end of the test for today.

We decide to walk around the campus a little with Edward, and then we go for the Magic school testing grounds.

This one has a lot less people, but according to Edward, a lot less seats as well, just 50 seats every year. He mentions that this is supposed to be forming elites, and there are a lot less mages than knights.

Still, the amount of candidates to each seat is around the same.

The test this time is to attack a dummy. The results are going to be based on the amount of destruction provided to the dummy.

The dummies are made of wood and straw, to emulate a human, inside an armor. Again, Cecilia is left for last.

Some candidates have some weak fire, water or wind spells thrown in. One earth mage actually makes a spike come up from the ground, but it doesn’t reach the dummy. When it is Cecilia turn, I can see that she is already casting way before she gets to the position, but she is casting air, and putting some mana into it. She gets in position, and throws her fireball.

There is sound of something burning fast, just like it happens when you throw gas on a flame, and a ball of fire of around 6 feet wide, that consumes all the straw and wood at once. The armor that was used is laying on the ground, kind of melted, and red hot.

She looks at me and throws me a kiss. The instructors are looking at her. One goes over and inspects the armor. I can see that Edward wasn’t really expecting this. He knows that Cecilia is human. I am proud.

The girls want to go to this place, nearby, that sells tea, sweets, and the like. Cecilia is excited, Opal and Shandon look kind of bored with the experience, but they keep talking to her nonetheless. Aquamarine is interested on the amount of people, and the different races. Ruby is pouting. I give her a kiss on the lips, and that apparently improves her humor.

The next day, we again go to the campus, in order to check the results. First, we have to check the results for the dragonesses, and wait there for the challenge day.

Once there, the girls are told to look at the board if their name is there. If it is, they are supposed to take a seat up in the arena, according to the position their name is in. The first name is Ruby, followed by Aquamarine, then Opal and then Shandon. The other 196 seats are occupied by people I don’t know. There are some elves, the dwarves also passed.

There is a line of people that start some 60 feet from the candidates that had passed, but not everyone join that line. That is the line of the challengers. I can hear some of them whispering among themselves. “I am telling you, those rocks were manipulated, I am sure they cheated.” “I don’t know, man.” “Come on, give a look, they are beauties, not fighters. They are supposed to be the damsels, not the knights.” “Look at that dwarf, he is the size of child, I can just stay out of reach.” “Hey, that’s an elf, they are weak knights.”

I turn to Edward, that is watching with me.

“What is going to happen?”

“I can’t say for sure, because there have been cases in the past where the challenger won. But, generally, the challenger line is just made of sore losers. It is just a way to make sure they understand that they are currently weak.

“Most of the challengers are going to get some bones broken, that are going to get healed later, but on their dime. The testing instructors are a lot stronger than the candidates, and that allows them to go easy. But the candidates that are chosen are better, but have not duty of not hurting the challengers. And some of the peasants that passed actually enjoy an opportunity to bash in a noble without repercussions.”

The first challenger chooses an elf. It evidently doesn’t work for the challenger. The elf’s fighting style is akin to a dance, and the challenger gets hit on a lot of places, ending up face down on the ground.

The second one is a dwarf. The dwarf hits the challengers sword with such strength that both swords break, and then uses the opportunity to just remodel the challenger’s face with his fists.

I can see that the humanoids in the challenger’s line are loosing their will to fight.

The third one is a beast kin, that tries to face a human, but the human in question actually has the empire style, and immobilizes the beast kin, making him submit. This is interesting, considering that most beast kins are stronger than humans.

The fourth is saying to the person behind him, “come on, you coward. She is, like, 100 pounds wet! I can take that. I am telling you, the rock exam was a fake.”

The guy walks up to the current future students.

“I want to challenge number 3.”

Opal stands up, and she is given a wood sword. I can see that Edward’s eyes are in a whole new size. He understands the odds of this ending well.

“OPAL!”

Opal looks at me, I gesture her to come closer. When she reaches the place where we are, I talk in a quiet voice, but loud enough for Edward to hear.

“Opal, please no killing and no maiming. Incapacitating him is enough. Nothing permanent, please.”

“As you wish, my lord.”

She sighs, and go back to the smaller part of the arena, where the fights are happening.

The guys is holding the sword with both hands, and she is holding her sword as if it were a stick. The guys runs at her, and tries to do a chop, right on her head. She takes a step forward, and holds both of his hands with her left hand. And kicks the guy on the balls.

The guy rises over three feet in the air, before falling down. And then the pain hits, and he is rolling down on the floor.

All the males in the area turn their legs, protecting their jewels by instinct. Opal turns to me, smiling, happy with a well accomplished mission. I gesture at the guy, trying to show her that she went a little overboard. She points the wood sword at the guy, and says in a loud tone.

“But my lord, weaklings don’t mate. It’s not like he is going to need that.”

Some people start laughing, specially the girls that passed. Edward is laughing his head off. I have to say, this is funny. I gesture her to come closer again, and I give her a quick peck on the lips. And she goes back to her seat, looking like a happy kid. Some healer goes immediately to the place to heal the kid.

The challenger’s line starts to go empty, while the instructor that was going to have a bout with Ruby keeps staring at the kid on the ground.

After the line goes empty, the students on the chair are given a metal token, with their classification number on it, and told to come back the following week, to get things set up in the office. There is a tuition to pay, uniform, and details like living in the students dorms or not. Of course, we are now living in the city, so this is not necessary. At least that’s what I expect them to say.

Our next stop is the Magic school, where Cecilia scored top of the class as well. An instructor hands her a plaque, with position 1.

“What magic did you use on the dummy? I have seen powerful fire magic before, sure, but nothing as efficient as that. It felt like a firebolt, but a firebolt would not do that kind of damage.”

“Well, my man here, “ and she grabbed me by the arm. Shandon interrupted her.

“Our man.”

“Our man here taught me a couple of tricks. I still don’t know what I can disclose.”

She grabbed her plaque and we left the building. Edward informed us later that Magic school and Knight school worked with the same calendar, so we could visit both next week. We would have to visit all three of them next week, actually, since Siratra was going to Command school.

We go back home, and wrap up the day. I realize that I could have asked Edward about viscount Blackforge, but I forgot. Not like this is urgent.

The following day, after breakfast, I summon Rudolph, and start going towards the garden, just to get some fresh air. Rudolph walks with me.

“Good morning, Rudolph. Did you get that information about the viscount that is doing the ball thing?”

“Yes, sir. The information I got is that he is a loyalist, meaning that he is in the emperor’s faction. The other faction is quite weakened, actually. He is apparently trying to stablish bonds with the duke, and it is quite known that there is a lot of movement between your house and the duke’s, sir.”

“Does he know that I am a peasant?”

“He has been informed, sir, but that didn’t change his position. I am afraid that he thinks that he can pressure you, sir.”

That makes me question whether we want to go or not. As I am looking around, I see that the amount of crows around is really increasing. If this keeps going, this house is going to look like the church in the demon empire.

Then I see something funny. One crow crosses the street, and goes straight to a window. Sophia is actually giving it some sort of food. I giggle a little, and Rudolph looks at me, trying to find out what was funny. I just shake my head.

And then I remember the demon empire again. I have been meaning to go there to visit, but apparently Rajesh has been really busy with something. It’s a pity, but I can wait until he is free. Even I realize that my life around here can have whatever speed I want, I don’t really have to work a lot. Or at all. I can just hunt something exotic, and then we have our bills paid for a long time. And I don’t even have bills.

I tried inviting Andrew to stay with us for a couple of weeks, but he said that the odds of being recognized were still to high. Perhaps in another hundred years. Leopold would have to get some time off from the guild. It would be hard to explain being in two places at the same time without talking about some of my magic.

We go back inside. I decide to dress adventurer style, and visit the guild. They might have something interesting to do. And that is a good place to kind of hear the news around here. As I stare at the board, I start paying attention to what the adventurers are saying. “I am not kidding… The kids balls now are hanging from his neck.” “I was told that the healer is not sure if he is ever going to be able to produce an heir.” “Yes, the lady with white long hair.”

I sit in a table, and start drinking some ale. Muninn and Huginn leave my shoulders a little, and go for the wood support beans. After a while, a guy comes around.

“Hi there.”

“Hi.”

“Are you the one that has the party with the women? The ones with long white hair?”

“Yup.”

“I am Richard.” He extends me a hand.

“I am Marcelo.” I shake it.

“So… Did you hear the stories? Are they true?”

“I don’t know which stories you’re talking about…”

“About the noble kid trying to take advantage on one of your party members, and having his balls kicked…”

“That’s not what really happened…”

He picks a chair, turns it around, and sits by my table. Ok. Now I have to tell it.

“Ok, so do you know how the Knight school works?”

“Not really. I don’t think anyone here knows.”

Some other guys see that scene, and start approaching. I hear some murmurs, “Are you sure it’s safe? Those crows look nasty… I can sense there is something wrong…” “Neh, don’t be a mouse.”

“What’s that?”

I turn around, there is apparently a group of guys around my table. Some of them start sitting down. One of them gestures, ordering another ale for me. It feels a little early for that.

“I was going to tell him the story…

“The Knight school and the Magic school both have entrance exam. Four of my girls are entering the Knight school, one is entering the Magic school, and the other one is entering Command school.”

“Ooohh” “Ahhh” “Really? Mister, you’re set for life!” “I wish I was this good with the ladies…”

“Anyway, you have the Knight school exam is done in two days. The first day is a fight assessment. The second day is the challenge day. The first day, the girls managed to destroy a menhir, so they all passed. A huge, solid rock menhir.”

“But… Weren’t they iron adventurers?”

“Nope, the four are now mithril, they have been promoted.”

“And you’re steel?”

I kind of feel bad for this, but I pull out my mithril tag from the pocket.

“Now it makes sense…”

“So, in the challenge day, one kid challenges Opal.”

“Is that one of the white hair girls?”

“Yes. I ask her not to kill the kid, nor maim him for life, right? She is a mithril, it is an entrance exam… The kid attacks, but it look like the attack a five year old would do. She holds his hands, and bam, kicks him on the nuts.”

“OUCH!!”

“Yeah.”

“Is it true that his balls ended up on his neck?”

“Not quite. But the kid went a couple of feet in the air before landing.”

“OUCH!”

“Yeah. So I asked Opal what the heck, her answer was, ‘Weaklings don’t mate, it’s not like he is going to need that’!”

The whole guild just came down laughing.

“Now, an important question… Which one of them do you fancy?”

“Yes.”

“No, I mean, which one?”

“I already registered them in the guild as my wives, so…”

The guild was loud again, with shouts of “Fuck yeah!” “Another round for my pal here.” “The man!”

I was never really the center of attention in my old world, so this was not so bad.

“But then… Why are they going to Knight school? Are they not strong enough?”

“Well, it’s more like getting in touch with people, and learning the proper way to fight. Putting these two things together, it ends up worth it.”

We all continue talking and drinking. Other people talk about their encounters, their fights, their girlfriends, their boyfriends, the guild is just loud. I really enjoy that.

The day is setting right now, and my social battery is already gone, time to go home.