The cave itself was cool, damp, and relatively hospitable. Dick Johnson had struck me as a decent guy, since he hadn’t sold off my kidneys but had instead lifted me and my family out of the hole where cancer had sunk us. Not far away, a spring bubbled clear, cold water into a small pool, so we could drink.

I wasn’t entirely sure how we were going to eat or sleep down here, but those were problems for another day. The portal didn’t work. This was both a help and a hindrance. One, people from the Agency couldn’t get in to take me out, but two, neither Dick Johnson nor I could go back to earth. Nobody, for that matter, could go back to earth.

Footsteps had me wondering just what could possibly be next, when a familiar face peeked around the bend.

“Fletcher?”

“Trent? Holy mackerel am I glad to see you.”

“Likewise… what is going on, and what is he doing here?”

I explained as simply as I could: the God of Doors had been opened by the buttheads who ran the eel monastery, I’d been shoved through, and then the door had been closed again. Briefly, the god and the portal had become intertwined, but that wasn’t the case now that the door was closed.

“Wait… what happens when we go through the portal then?” Dick Johnson asked.

“Oh,” I said, “And I’m pretty sure the Agency sent him over here to try and get a fix on what’s going on with me, to get me to surrender and send my mom back through.”

“Actually, if you’d care to find out, I was actually sent here to extend the Agency’s wishes on how we might turn this place into a magic cure resort and spa situation,” Dick Johnson said.

Trent gave the thumbs up, but I stopped and stared. “What?”

“Yes, well, I convinced one of the higher ups that it would be better for our Washington Post reporter friend with dirt on the Agency that she could come here and you’d help cure her pancreatic cancer.”

“What?” My mind was whirling so much with the insanity going on over in Saxwhacket that I couldn’t stop my mouth from going on ahead of my brain.

“We. Are. Going. To. Market. This. World,” Dick Johnson said.

“No no no… back up. Why didn’t you communicate this with the higher ups on this side of the portal?”

“As far as I understand,” Dick said, “the HQ is… in transit somehow. There’s a castle but it can fly. And it has been out of range of the portal, so the administrators here have been as yet unable to receive communiques from earth.”

“Yeah, they’re relocating the castle here. But… why…”

“It took a lot of committees and a lot of deliberation to decide that opening this up to the world was the thing to do. What we had decided on was making this look as much like earth as possible, or waiting until the ambient mana builds up in the Hawaii facility in order to open the spa and healing center there.”

I laughed. “That’s… that’s amazing! This is what I wanted.” And then I couldn’t stop laughing. I went right on laughing and laughing.

Dick Johnson was initially delighted, until I had to wipe my eyes.

“What seems to be the problem, Mr. Fletcher?”

“As far as I understand it, there’s been a Fletcher manhunt,” Trent explained for me, as I tried to calm the burst of anxiety.

“It’s ramping up,” I said, then turned to Trent. “Hang the phone. What’s going on with you?”

“Oh,” he said. “Cinzy told me to tunnel into the portal room but keep it on the download. She wasn’t sure what the situation was with the Agency here and the Agency back in

“You’re Trent?” Dick Johnson shouted.

“I’m him,” Trent confirmed. “Unless you’re thinking of Reznor, the head of Nine Inch Nails, in which case I’m not him. Fan of his work, though he’s hit or miss after ninety-nine.”

“You disabled the Ragnarok contingency on the second portal room by using Affinity Tokens alone.”

“Oh!” Trent now looked abashed. “Sorry, they told me—”

“I wasn’t even aware magic could be used without mana.”

“I mean,” Trent said, “we are all now aware that all Tokens, regardless of attribute, are just concentrated mana. Taking all those Affinity Tokens almost topped me up fully, and my Sorcerer abilities give me a bunch of mana cost reductions on my stoneworking spells.”

“We need to focus on the portal and the here and now. So Trent, you’ve got a way in. Dick, uh… Johnson… is your name really Richard?”

“No one calls me Richard.”

“Maybe we could start?”

He chuckled.

“Anyway we need to know if you’ve got official sanction to open up this health spa thing, because we really need to call off the dogs.”

He made a pained grin. “I… was planning on bringing back a cancer-free Mrs. Fletcher to convince the upper echelons that it is indeed possible. They have all her medical records—” He paused, but when I didn’t freak out, kept going, “—so they know this cure is a real possibility. But I believe they are redirecting funds and allocating supplies and hiring contractors as we speak, simply to have people get into the dressed up portal room where a Healer can use the magic flowing through to administer cures.”

This is Christopher having several choice phrases to say about this particular plan, since it involved something that wasn’t yet possible.

***

I stared up at the sun, enjoying the freedom in the form of wind tousling my hair and the clouds shimmering with mana, when the reality of OG Fletcher’s revelation came in. They were coming for me.

Celine and the Wizards had done it right, landing us on the exact same floating block of Saxwhacket.

Now that Fletcher—Fletcher II at least—was in Saxwhacket with all his favorite girls, and a few other people who were in the top ten non-sex partners, I needed to get down to work.

The first thing that needed doing was to create yet another Fletcher.

“I need to create another clone,” I told all the assembled ladies. “Where’s my mother?”

A whole lot of mystified silence followed this, along with some glances exchanged that held a twinkle of mischief.

“Not for that,” I growled. “Now where is she?”

She wasn’t anywhere nearby, so I took Shakindria by the hand and placed a delicate kiss on the back of it. From there, it was just a matter of spending the Tokens to activate Man Enough to create the clone.

For better or worse, it was now two sex clones doing Healer work, while the real me was stuck beneath a mountain with Dick Johnson, doing neither Healer work nor the seeking of pleasure.

Cinzy and I made our way to the laboratory area of our mansion. We were mobbed by Vellenia, then Tara, holding a baby.

This triggered a cataclysm of ‘awww’ and ‘how cute’ followed by all the news about the baby. All the ladies wandered off, fawning over Dori, with Vellenia waving and grinning at me.

I would’ve been left to dissolve into nothingness, except that Jacoby stepped up and clasped my hand in hers once more.

“That was… your child?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

“Correct.”

“And you… you came in me.”

“You told me I could do anything,” I said.

“A child though?” Her tone held a kind of horrified wonder. A deep flush spread throughout her cheeks and down her neck. She shuddered, half from the filthy pleasure and the kinkiness of it, and half from the mystifying, future-defying possibilities. Jacoby, pregnant?

I grinned. “It wasn’t even possible until a few weeks ago. Tara had to beg me to cook up some kind of cure to the mana oversaturation so she could specifically get with child.”

Jacoby stared after the gaggle of girls with a whole lot of emotions playing over her face. I squeezed her hand.

Seduction told me she was already getting turned on.

“Don’t worry,” I said. “We have a lot to do in a very short time.”

Once in the lab, I started separating out the ingredients I knew I would need for the cure.

We needed cloves, just as with the eggs, but they were to be boiled and the essence distilled instead of steeped in oil. For lavender, we’d been binding it with silver thread and leaving it out under the full moon, so now I simply needed to activate it using mana while unbinding the silver thread. We were also getting the oil of Tansy’s Whisper, which we’d use as the base for the whole thing. Willowbark was an old standby, and my new assistants Bri and Steph were sent out to fetch it off the tree. Finally, this needed added mana capacity with a hint of divinity, so I used the bamboo spliced with the purple morpheus.

These needed drying, they needed boiling, reducing, distilling, infusing with mana. It was time for that.

Jacoby moved with practiced ease as I instructed her, crumbling this or that into flakes with the mortar and pestle, or simply running her hands up under my shirt while I transferred a mixture from a hot cauldron over to a bowl to cool. The hours began to pass as we worked, and somewhere along the way, it just became easier to let Jacoby fondle and caress me so I could have both hands free.

What followed were several horny hours of mixing, mashing, stroking, distilling, boiling, yanking my pants down for a workstation blowjob, and adding mana while Jacoby slowly pumped her mouth backwards and forwards down the length of my shaft.

“It’s not easy when you do that, you know?” I told her. She was good at this.

I received a completely innocent look in return, her staring up into my eyes with her mouth slowly releasing my shaft. Finally she drew all the way off and licked up and down the entire length while slowly stroking with both hands.

It was impossible to miss the size different between where I’d started and where I was now. Jacoby wasn’t a large girl, but she wasn’t tiny either. My full length draped across her entire face, from chin to forehead.

“If you want, you can do me again while you work,” she said, before resuming her licking.

“Just don’t expect a lot… I have to focus on the cure.”

“I expect a lot,” she murmured, licking again from root to tip. “I expect a lot of this to be stuffed all the way up to my lungs.

“Someone wants a little Fletcher growing inside her,” I said, smiling lazily. Thank frack for Myriad Mind; it was the only thing allowing me to keep up an uninterrupted flow of mana while this Asian minx hefted my balls in one hand and my shaft in the other. Distantly, OG Fletcher was standing around like a fool and drooling on a cave floor.

“Get up here on the workbench,” I told her.

Her pants were off in a flash, showing off a gorgeous and toned pair of legs, a rocking ass, and a carefully trimmed strip of black hair. The workbench brought her to her tip toes, but Jacoby managed to bend over it beside my cauldron of cure. She had to spend a Token for Healer’s Resistance against the heat of the flame, but didn’t complain even once. Instead she reached back with two hands and opened herself up for me.

I pressed forward and began to push my way up into her tight channel.

“I can’t… ugh, believe… you were… inside my butt… ohhhhhh,” she groaned.

I couldn’t either, honestly.

“I can’t… believe… you’re fracking me… right now.” Her words were muffled from her pressing her forehead into the tabletop.

While the mana slowly spiraled in with increasing saturation and I stirred counterclockwise at a specific temperature, Jacoby took my full length over and over again, slow and easy. The situation and the sight of her laying there, straining on her toes, moaning every time I reached some magic button inside her, were all lovely to behold. I loved the way her big round butt rippled when I thrust the last few inches into her, and I loved the way her breath caught every time, like my cock was reaching all the way to the back of her throat.

Eventually she got her arms sandwiched beneath her upper body. This was the perfect space needed to rub her long and sensitive nipples against the tabletop at each thrust. Jacoby started into her first orgasm as soon as she did.

“I can’t… believe I… might be… uhhhhh… pregnant.”

“Does that scare you?” I asked, and shoved in deep again. Her pussy accepted all of me happily.

“Uhhh yes,” she admitted. “Nnnn-no. I don’t know.” 

I didn’t pause in the stirring or adding mana. “Do you want to be?” I whispered.

She came again. And then, when that one finished, I gave her some fast paced strokes, and she went through yet another orgasm right on the heels of the last.

It was almost fifteen minutes later when she could speak again. She had been through three more orgasms, the latest one long and slow, and she’d luxuriated through the whole thing by biting her lower lip and letting out a humming moan for almost a full minute.

Turning onto her back put her feet up onto my shoulders and let me see her in all her glory. She had a spaced out look and a flush running down her cheeks to the sides of her neck. Her lips were parted, but occasionally she would bite her lower lip.

“Did you ever think you’d be getting railed by a coworker?” I asked lightly, and ran my free hand over one nipple, just letting each finger brush against it in turn.

“No,” she managed, shaking her head slowly back and forth.

“Did you ever think you would give over full control to me?”

“Nnnnn…” No more words came out, but instead she arched her back and came yet again.

“Did you ever think you might end up being a mommy?” I asked.

“Ohhh my goshhhhhh,” she said, and clamped both hands on her own nipples so she could either keep climaxing, or start into a new one right on the heels of the last.

“Do you want it?” I asked, just as lightly as before.

“Mmmmmmm.”

“Do you want me to fill you all up?”

“Fletcher,” she moaned.

“Put a baby in you?”

She couldn’t respond verbally, but I watched as she kneaded her breasts, tweaking her nipples, rolling her hips up to meet my thrusts, and finally, her feet slipped off my shoulders, under my arms, and locked together behind my back. Her insides tightened around me, still as hot and slick as ever, but now pulsing with muscles. It was heaven.

“I can give you an adorable little half-Asian child,” I whispered.

“Do it,” she groaned.

Those two words were enough to set me off. I plunged down in deep and felt her legs flex and hold me tight, ankles locked. Then I dumped everything I had into her, watching her face. Another orgasm washed over her as the first blast hit. She kept shivering as rope after rope went deep, deep into her.

This is Christopher getting the cure together.