The Quantum Wanderer

After we have dinner, I am excited to go to our room. They make me enter by myself. The girls want to put on a show.

I stand in the master chamber, waiting. They returned from the spa hours ago, their faces already familiar to me—I have seen the new arch of Cecilia’s eyebrows, the high gloss treatment on the dragons’ hair, the flushed pampering of their skin from the steam rooms. But they have kept their lower bodies hidden beneath robes and skirts, building the anticipation until now.

"Show me," I command, my voice low and expectant. "Show me what they did to your cunts."

Cecilia steps forward first, my human wife, her fingers trembling as they untie the sash of her silk robe. "My villain," she breathes, the title sending a jolt through my cock as it leaves her lips. She lets the fabric fall open, then drops it completely, standing bare before me.

The spa has transformed her below the waist. She is nearly bare, save for the dark hair meticulously shaped into a perfect V above her slit, pointing down like an arrow to where I will soon bury myself. The design is sharp, intentional, a landscape of submission sculpted into her flesh.

"Beautiful," I grunt, and she shudders, her thighs pressing together with need. "Turn. Let me see how smooth they made you."

She rotates, bending slightly to show me the waxing extends between her thighs, her ass cheeks bare and smooth, every hair removed except for that single, guiding V above her pussy.

Then come the dragons. They can manipulate their flesh at will, reshape themselves to please me, and today they have used this power to mirror my human wife's modifications, taking it further, deeper into obedience.

Aquamarine removes her gown, blue hair cascading over her shoulders as she exposes her cunt to me. "My lord," she whispers, voice musical and submissive. Her pussy is hairless, smooth as marble, but above it, she has grown a precise pattern of short, soft blue hairs forming the same V-shape as Cecilia's, dyed to match her tresses. She keeps her hands behind her back, offering the view, knowing I own even the hair above her clit.

Shandon and Opal follow together, both with white hair falling like snow down their spines. They strip simultaneously, revealing identical V-shapes above their bare cunts, the hair white and fine as spider silk. "My lord," they chorus, sinking to their knees in unison, spreading their legs wide to show me how thoroughly they have prepared their holes for my use. Their pussies glisten, already wet from the anticipation of serving me, the lips swollen and pink and ready.

Then Ruby moves. She is last, deliberate, knowing the power of suspense. Her red hair burns like fire around her face as she slowly peels away her clothing. She stands naked, and I stare at her cunt with my breath catching in my throat. She has removed every hair, leaving her pussy bare and smooth, but above it, where the V should be, sits a single, gleaming red scale. It is the only scale on her entire body—the rest is soft, human skin—but this one piece of her dragon nature marks her cunt like a jewel, crimson and iridescent, pointing directly to the entrance I will claim.

"My lord," Ruby says, her voice the softest, most broken of all. She has left this mark not for herself, but so I would see exactly where to aim my cock, a target for my pleasure.

I am hard, straining against my trousers, and I do not wait. "On the bed," I command. "All of you. Cecilia on her back, legs open. Dragon whores, you know your places."

They scramble to obey, Cecilia arranging herself on the silk sheets, her freshly waxed cunt on full display, the V-shaped hair dark and wet with her arousal. The four dragon girls arrange themselves around her, not touching each other unless I command it, their attention solely on my pleasure.

I strip, my cock springing free, thick and dark with need. I grab Ruby first by her red hair, dragging her face to my cock. "Suck it," I growl. "Show your sisters how you take my villain's cock down your throat."

She moans, "Yes, my lord," and opens her mouth like a good whore, taking me deep, the back of her throat tight and hot. I hold her there, feeling her struggle not to gag, watching her eyes water with the effort to please me. With my free hand, I gesture to Aquamarine. "Lick Cecilia's cunt. I want to see that V-shape glistening with your tongue."

Aquamarine dives between Cecilia's thighs, her blue hair spreading across my human wife's pale belly. Cecilia arches, crying out, "Oh, my villain, yes!" as Aquamarine's tongue parts her slit, lapping at the sensitive waxed flesh framed by the manicured hair.

I pull Ruby off my cock with a wet sound and push her toward the bed. "On your back, scale up. I want to see that red target while I fuck you."

Ruby scrambles into position, legs spread obscenely wide, the single red scale above her pussy catching the light like a bullseye. I mount her, driving my cock into her cunt in one brutal thrust, feeling her dragon heat squeeze me tighter than any human could. She screams, "My lord! My lord!" as I pound into her, the scale pressing against my lower belly with each impact, a hard reminder of what she is—mine to use, mine to mark.

I fuck her until she is sobbing, then pull out, my cock dripping with her essence. "Shandon," I bark. "Clean her off me. With your mouth."

Shandon lunges forward, her white hair bobbing as she takes my cock between her lips, tasting Ruby's arousal mixed with my pre-cum. She moans around the shaft, the vibration making my balls tighten.

"Opal," I command, "hold Cecilia's legs open. I want to see that V-design while I decide who gets my cum."

Opal obeys instantly, her hands gripping Cecilia's knees, forcing her wider, presenting her like a gift. Cecilia looks at me with worship in her eyes, her cunt leaking onto the sheets, the shaped pubic hair dark and perfect above her engorged clit.

I grab Shandon by her white hair and throw her onto the bed beside Ruby. I take Opal next, bending her over so her face is pressed into Cecilia's thigh, forcing her to smell her human sister's arousal while I fuck her from behind. The V-shaped hair above her cunt is soaked with her juices as I slam into her, using her as a warm sleeve for my cock.

"My lord, please!" Opal wails, her dragon nature making her cunt flutter around me, trying to milk me. "Please fill me, my lord!"

"Not yet," I snarl, pulling out and moving to Aquamarine. I flip her onto her stomach, mounting her ass, her blue hair fanned out like a halo. I drive into her tight hole while reaching around to rub her clit, feeling her scream into the mattress. "You all belong to me," I grunt, fucking her harder, watching the other four watch me, their eyes glazed with submission. "Every hair, every scale, every hole."

Cecilia is touching herself now, fingers sliding through her V-shaped pubes, frigging her clit as she watches me dominate her dragon sisters. "My villain," she pants, "use them, break them, they live to serve you..."

I pull out of Aquamarine's ass and move to Cecilia, the prize, the human anchor in this sea of magical submission. I mount her, sliding into her familiar heat, feeling the difference between her waxed cunt and the dragons' modified bodies. The V-shaped hair above her pussy tickles my shaft as I thrust deep.

"Look at them," I command Cecilia, turning her head so she sees the four dragon girls kneeling, watching, waiting for my cum like starving animals. "Look at my lord's whores. They shaped their bodies for me today. Ruby even left a scale as a target."

Cecilia clenches around me, her orgasm building. "My villain," she sobs, "they are perfect for you, all of them, your obedient little pets..."

I fuck her through her climax, feeling her convulse, then I pull out, stroking my cock over her trembling belly. "Open your mouths," I command all five. "All of you. Catch it."

They scramble into a semicircle, five beautiful faces tilted up, five submissive mouths open—Cecilia the human, and four dragons who have reshaped their very bodies to carry my mark. I stroke faster, watching the red scale above Ruby's pussy, the V-shapes above the others, the obedience in their eyes.

I explode, ropes of thick cum splattering across their faces, their tongues, their chins.

"Our lord!" the dragons cry in unison as they catch my seed. "My villain!" Cecilia moans, licking her lips.

I paint them all, marking them as mine, watching them share my cum between their mouths, kissing each other to spread it, desperate not to waste a drop of what their lord and villain has given them. They are perfect. They are mine. And tomorrow, they will go back to the spa, or reshape themselves again, preparing new ways to please me, because that is what good wives do.

Next morning, we wake up, back to our routine. We have some fun and go down for breakfast. We prepare normally for school, and the girls go their way.

I go outside. I intend on waiting for Edward for a little bit. The carriage comes out his estate and it stops in front of me. As always, the door opens.

“Welcome, my friend! How are you?”

“Very well. How about you?”

“Hohoho… It feels like Addrianna rejuvenated! I really appreciate.”

I smile at him, nodding. I can’t complain about my night either.

We arrive at school, he drops me at the usual spot, I get to class. Dedi and the gang comes to talk to me.

“Mister Marcelo! Are you alright? You have been gone for the longest time!”

“Huh? Oh, yes, I am ok. How are you guys?”

“We are all doing well. We were almost starting to believe Lucas. He is telling everyone that you were abandoning school. What happened?”

“Well, ah, you see… You know that I am an adventurer, right? I was in a quest.”

Hearing this, Chet gets closer, pumps his fists, and looks up.

“Really? By the gods! Facing dangers! Fighting for your life! What kind of quest was it?”

“Oh, it was a really calm one… Just an escort. Nothing much.”

“Just an escort! Why would someone hire a mithril adventurer for just an escort? Who was it?”

I hold my hand up. The professor comes in at the right moment. We all sit down. Lucas enters the room. He seems a little disappointed that I am there, but doesn’t do anything. We go through the lesson.

The professor is going through some runes, and their meaning. He also posts some exercises that we do in our wax pads.

The class ends. We regroup for some gossip.

“Mister Marcelo, what have you heard about the situation in the Holy Kingdom?” Chet asks.

“I myself haven’t heard much. I don’t have spies or intel network…” I giggle. “What about you guys? Have you heard anything?”

“I heard that they are still amassing power in Nergalea. Father says that the insurrections has it’s days counted.” Travis says.

“Really? Why does he say that?”

“The insurgents are counting on the adventurers. Adventurers don’t have much sense of patriotism. They are good for short quests. A long term war requires a group discipline that adventurers don’t have.”

I think a little bit about that. He is not completely wrong. Except that amassing power at a central place is a very wrong move when you have a Huginn that wants to see them burn.

“But weren’t there tales that soldiers were catching on fire?”

“That is probably just a fake tale that the insurgents are spreading… A god, coming from the sky, to punish? That’s something my mother would tell me when I wouldn’t eat my veggies.” Dedi says.

At this point, professor Curie enters the room. We all move to our seats. She brings some scrolls that she deposits on the table in the front. She then turns to the class, and inspects it. She notices me.

“Why, mister Marcelo! What an honor! Did you finally decide to grace us with your presence?”

Not much to do in this situation. I was having the feeling that the schools were akin to a college, where the professors would not mind absence so much. I was apparently wrong.

She doesn’t give me time to respond, though.

“You are to provide me a small abstract on huacatay, for next week. 600 words will suffice.”

I nod. She starts her class. She is again talking about herbs, and their usage for different potions. She explains the theory of mana saturation, and how there is an apparent relationship between the monster strength and the plant strength in an area.

I have already seen the relationship. It is not that one influences the other, it is more about closeness to a ley line. The closer you get to one, the more mana there is in the air. Stronger monsters are going to appear, as well as enhanced plants.

And while there is a need of intent to use mana, it doesn’t have to be a conscious one.

After her class, we go to our noon snack. There is a big crowd in the cafeteria, the girls are already there. They are getting all sorts of questions. Where they were, if everything is alright, even the eventual ‘your husband is not treating you as you deserve’. That last one got a pure hatred look, the kid even fell to the ground.

We go to our table, we all sit around it. Mayara is the one to talk to Cecilia before I can even put in a word.

“Lady Cecilia! You are back as well! I mean, kind of expected if you went on a quest with your husband… Wait… BY THE GODS! THAT LOOKS GREAT!”

The other guys are puzzled. I interject myself to keep the story straight.

“Cecs, I think she is admiring your brow thing you did in our *escort quest*”.

“Oh, this? Yes, yes.”

Cecilia smiles at Mayara. They start talking about the treatment that Cecilia got with an old lady in a remote village in our quest. The other girls are no quite understanding why Cecilia is lying, but they trust her.

After the initial impact, when Mayara stops for a second so she can breath, I turn to Cecilia.

“Cecs, do you know about a plant called huacatay?”

“Never heard. Why?”

“I was ordered to do a summary about it, around 600 words. Didn’t you have alchemy last year?”

“I did, but I don’t remember that one in particular. She just kept pushing all sorts of plants on us, I only remember the main ones. That one, though, doesn’t even ring a bell. Did you check the library?”

“Not yet. Professor Curie has just passed the assignment.”

She shrugs.

Mayara looks in detail to the dragonesses as well, and realizes they all have had their eyebrows reshaped for a thinner line. She gets really dejected that the girls can’t tell her where they had that done.

“YOU TOO?”

The girls smile and nod. Dedi looks at me and raises his glass.

“I didn’t think you could get any luckier. I stand corrected, mister!”

“I *know*, right?”

The girls around me blush a little bit.

The bell rings, we go back into class. The afternoon classes go by without anything atypical. Other than professor Gurdijeff looking at me after the meditation.

After the classes, I decide to visit the library, to see what material they have about huacatay. The herbology books they have are focused on more popular plants, apparently. And I see all sorts of them. The high intelligence stat helps me memorize it and go through the books in a very fast pace.

Plants for helping with bleeding, infections, digestion, headaches, inflammation, fever. Stamina regeneration. Mana regeneration. Lots of them. But no huacatay.

I say I went through the books, but there are not really a lot of them. Just three. And a big part consists of recipes and how to better extract their healing power and infuse it with mana.

I take a look outside, it is dark already. I go home. The girls have already bathed, they are in the living room waiting for me. I go up and have a quick shower. When I come back down, dinner is served. I sit down and we all start eating. The girls just attack the food.

“Girls, don’t wait for me if I get late again. You should have started eating already.”

“No, my lord. First bite is always yours.” Opal says, in a lecturing tone.

The dragonesses nod. I shrug. Cecilia swallows, and then turns to me.

“What happened? What got you late?”

“I was looking for further information on huacatay in the school library.”

“Did you find it?”

“Nothing. At this point I am not even sure it exists.” I think for a little while. “I think I am going to ask Ipê after dinner.”

Cecilia laughs.

“She is going to be so happy to have all of her big brother’s attention…”

We finish dinner. I portal to our house in the elves. Ipê, as always, comes out to greet me.

“Big brother! How are you? We haven’t met in the longest time!”

“Hi Ipê. How are you?”

“We are all doing well. Enough sun, good food, good water. What else can a girl wish?”

Her energy is always contagious.

“I need to learn a little bit about huacatay. There is this work I have to do for school…”

“Humm… No problem, big brother!” She says.

She extends her arms out and does a complete 360 degrees turn around the tip of her foot. When she looks back at me, she has a pair of fake glasses, without lenses, and a big stick in her hand. A board starts forming from the ground.

The front of the board is covered with small grass, and it is completely uniform, with a wooden frame around it. A chair comes out from the floor, and I sit on it. A school like desk forms around me. On top of it there are several leaves of white paper. On top of the desk there is a wooden pen and a dip for ink.

Ipê clears her throat. She is using her best teaching voice.

“The huacatay is a plant that happens mostly in mountain regions. We do have some of it around. Your cook even bought some of it from us.”

I start writing everything she says.

“The huacatay mainly occurrence is in the mountains to the west, specifically on places a little closer to ley lines.”

A map of the continent comes up on the board. The grass modifies. Some parts get lighter in tone, some get darker, while some parts are higher than others. She creates a 3d map on it. The mountain range to the west, going from north to south.

The river and the sea are drawn with a lighter color of grass.

The countries themselves are not really marked, but there are lillies in several places. By my knowledge on local geography, I am guessing that those are bigger cities. There are a couple of flowers sprouting in the mountains drawing as well. By their placement, I would guess those are the nursery and some other strong monsters nest.

On the mountain range there are some leaves appearing in half a dozen places.

I try to copy the map as best as I can. The high stats again help me. It is a little bit off the proportions, but it gives a good notion on where to look for it. I don’t use flowers to indicate stuff, of course.

Ipê then talks about the leaves. She provides one to glue on the paper. She also provides some close calls, leaves that are very similar, pointing out how they can be differentiated.

After that, she talks about methods for extracting the substances, how to make it into an essential oil. The process is lengthy. It involves keeping water boiling underneath, so that the vapor can capture stuff from the leaves. That is dropped in another vial, and then the oil and water can be separated manually.

I keep writing everything down. She speaks a lot.

After several hours and pages, she finishes her lesson.

“Is that enough, big brother?”

I look at the several pages I have I arrange them on top of each other, and a binder comes from the desk, holding the pages like a book.

“That is way more than enough, Ipê. Thanks a lot. You have helped me a lot.”

She smiles in a cute way, putting her hand down as a ‘it’s nothing’ gesture.

I open a portal and go back home. The only thing left is getting some sleep.