93 Practice with the Weave

With my miniature resolution out of the way, I gave Rhefia a deep kiss as thanks, though I did have to swat her hand away playfully when she grabbed at my ass, her arrogant smirk letting me know that she was aware of my prior engagement.

Glancing at Yiksa, Rhefia grabbed the woman's hand and led her inside, the Dark Elf blushing slightly as she realized what was about to happen; funnily enough, Aethisia slipped inside moments later, leaving Camara and Kalia alone.

My eldest didn't seem to care, and considering I could smell the raw, intoxicating scent of my wife and second daughters semen wafting off of her body, I knew that she was currently satisfied, though she did huff slightly at how swiftly Aethisia left.

Sitting beside my eldest and youngest, I smiled warmly at them both, watching as Kalia began growing flowers of all kinds, her pink eyes sparkling with joy as each one sprouted with a vibrant color.

Kalia picked the ones that sprouted; two dark crimson flowers for Camara, another violet flower for me, and a pink one for herself.

Seeing how happy she was as she slipped the pink flower into her hair made Camara and I smile at her, enjoying the young girls happiness.

Whilst I watched my youngest happily play around with her Nature-esque magic, I began to pluck some more at the Weave around us, threading the white strands together before 'casting' them out into the world, experimenting with what I could.

For instance, I made a sphere float into the air above us before unraveling, the woven threads forming spears as they descended back down to the earth, where they harmlessly dissipated into the soil.

Kalia had clapped at the pretty sight of the orb shining brightly before bursting into a dozen some odd beams, which flew down towards the earth with great speeds, but Camara had stared at me with awe in her eyes, understanding the lethality that such a spell had.

While I continued to experiment, I would keep a gaze on my MP, which was gradually decreasing with every woven spell.

Some, like that exploding sphere into a rain of projectiles, cost 5Mp, which was a tenth of my available MP.

Since I gained 1Mp per level, and I was now Level 44 with my Survival System, I had 49Mp; initially, at Level 1, I had 5Mp and 10Hp and Sp.

My total stats were now 98Hp and Sp, whilst I had the 49Mp; as for the bonuses that I drained from the Goblins and Yiksa...

Well, I 'added' 51Hp, 68Sp, and 13Mp to my totals, which was incredible; that was adding a 'fake' 25 Levels for my Hp, 34 for my Sp, and 13 for my Mp.

I still had no true gauge for a 'normal' or 'average' persons strength, but...

I feel like I might be above average...

Though, who knows; besides, whilst I love Rhefia to pieces, I don't think that she is the pinnacle of this world in terms of strenght, even if being with me has somehow increased her 'stats'.

The gap between the average person and those who fight might be large, and the gap might even widen further for those that are truly talented in either physical combat or magic.

However, I also had the ability to grow stronger by sleeping with my family, and I definitely think that this winter will provide me more time with them then I have even now...

Which was arousing to think about.

Shaking that from my mind, I returned to experimenting, all while Kalia also started changing her orders; the young Dark Elf walked over to her personal garden and sped up her plants growth, making Camara and I freeze.

Kalia seemed worn out from that, but still...

She made a Nettle bush go from freshly harvested yesterday to ripe with lush leaves, ready to be plucked.

Now, if she had a wider pool of mana to utilize, and her grasp on the Weave was stronger, could she, perhaps, expedite an entire field of wheat to grow instantly?

Foregoing the need to wait, and feeding us instantly?

Grinning, I lifted the tired girl into my arms, gently bouncing her around in my arms as she gradually fell asleep, her tired expression making me chuckle as I softly brushed my nose against hers.

Taking her inside, I laid her gently into her bed, ignoring the sounds of intense sex coming from upstairs as I did so, before grabbing Camara's hand and guiding her into her room.

My eldest got the message instantly, and she stripped, revealing her toned, yet soft body and stiff cock.

Mirroring her, I chuckled as I stopped her from pushing me onto the bed, gesturing instead for her to lay on my lap.

She blushed as she did so, her eyes fixed on my large breasts.

"Go on baby, drink..."

Hearing my warm whisper, Camara blushed further before nodding, her lips wrapping around my nipple with ease.

With her body laying across my lap, I smiled down at her as she suckled, chuckling as she shivered when my left hand trailed down to her throbbing cock, my other supporting her head as she drank.

Gently stroking her leaking dick, I enjoyed the feeling of her hungry suckling of my tit, all whilst I pleasured her with my hand.

Whispering sweet nothings to her as she drank, I smiled warmly as she came into my palm, her seed sticking to my hand as she ejaculated hard, before she gasped as I started lapping at her cum, drinking her milk instead.

With that, she returned to my tit and we began anew, pleasuring one another gently as I babied my eldest daughter, her muddy crimson eyes filled with a shy love as she did so.

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Going to do a time skip forwards for a few weeks next chapter, which should put us just on the brink of winter; then we delve into Kalia and her decisions and growth.

That's the plan for now, might change if I find something more interesting to write about between now and tomorrow tho lol~!

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