Chapter 361: Your best is all I ask

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-Hours later-

With the two women switching who got to be at the receiving end of Caius’s thrusts, it took a lot for them to tire eventually.

Fortunately, Caius was more than up to the task and now he lay on his back, with the heads of both Lea and Anne on his chest while he stroked his hands across their backs as they slumbered. Their large breasts pressed up against his sides.

Lea stirred first, looking up into Caius’s face with a smile. He was no longer shifted so his eyes were purple rather than red.

"Morning," she said.

"I think you’re only meant to say that when there’s been a night," Caius said in jest,

"And we’re probably closer to noon than morning."

Lea chuckled, which did some nice things to the way her tits felt against Caius’s side. It even caused Anne to twitch a little but she ultimately went back to sleep.

"Look at her," Lea said gazing upon her mother’s beautiful face with her glasses askew, "She really tired out."

"You say that like you weren’t just as fast asleep as she was mere seconds ago," Caius said with a little smile.

"Well but now I’m awake," Lea said, "That makes all the difference."

There was something very peaceful about the moment. Somehow, the presence of another—her mother—made the moment all the more wholesome. Which is an almost ridiculous thought since they were in the presence of one another as no Mother and daughter should be.

But when Lea thought of what she and her mother had done—of how they had shared Caius’s abundant pleasure among themselves—her heart warmed.

And then a dark cloud descended as she found herself reminded of an unpleasantness.

"So about this past weekend..." she started.

"Not your fault," Caius cut her off to say.

Lea opened her mouth, clearly ready to insist but Caius cut her off once again as he launched into an explanation of what actually led to the events of the weekend. And why it wouldn’t have mattered what she did because it would have happened regardless.

The only part she could have possibly gotten involved in was making sure Caius and maybe the rest of the First Years were not in the vicinity of Aurelius when a representative from hell ascended. And she was unable to do that because Caius kept it all to himself.

By the time Caius was done, Lea rose with her hand on his chest as she looked down at him with incredulous eyes.

"You’re not serious," she said.

"I’m afraid I am," Caius answered in a somber voice.

"Gods..." Lea said.

As much as she had been beating herself up, potential world ruin was not what she thought the past weekend hinted at. The fact that Aurelius was the chosen of a god and the only ’plug’ keeping a full-on invasion at bay had never crossed her mind.

For the rest of the time Caius spent in bed, Lea’s mind wandered as she kept thinking about this over and over again. And Caius let her think. He just kept stroking her back as they lay there in silence.

When he eventually moved it was to head to the bath and Lea joined him as they waded into the water. Soon, Lea was able to put the heavy topic aside and focus instead on enjoying Caius’s presence. Dipping into the bath water so they were completely submerged before emerging with their lips pressed together.

Soon, they heard light footfalls and looked up to see that Anne was now awake. With a light smile, she entered the water as well, her eyes on Caius who looked back with a knowing look in his purple eyes.

"I assume you have questions," he said.

And Anne definitely did.

She asked Caius to recant anything of importance. How he had become what he was. How long had he lived with the ’affliction’? How he had such uncharacteristic—as far as she knew—self-control over his thirst that he hadn’t completely drained Lea.

Caius answered every question as easily as though he and Anne were simply having a conversation. And really, that was exactly what they were doing.

He even reached out to grab her hand and pull her gently into his arms. His semi-flaccid cock pressed against her supple ass while his arms supported the weight of her large breasts, he pressed his lips to Anne’s neck as he told her all she wished to know.

Thing was though, as intrigued as Anne was—and as much as she wanted the answers she was getting—she was finding it difficult to concentrate with Caius’s member pressed against her body as it was.

They had been at it for hours and the single hour—at most—of sleep she got, while restful, hadn’t quite returned her to a hundred percent. But Anne didn’t care. Hell, if her body had to give out, if she had to fall unconscious into a coma, she felt she might as well pass out with that rod spearing hard into her once again.

Alas, Caius knew he had to call an end to it all. At least for now. Before departing though, he tapped Anne’s forehead and performed an information transfer.

"What— What’s this?" Anne asked with her eyes staring up at nothing as she marveled at the weight of knowledge that now settled in her head. Condensed into a ’simple’ Arcane Circle.

"Homework," Caius said, and his tone was only slightly joking.

Anne blinked and turned around in his arms to look at him,

"What?" She asked, staring at his smile.

"I want you to meditate on that Arcane Circle and grow a Divine Seed. One that you’ll dedicate as much time as you possibly can, to growing it. It’s a priority," Caius said.

"A Divine seed..." Anne said and she sounded disbelieving. And who could blame her? It’s not every day that one is given an Assignment by their student and instructed to dedicate their time to nurturing power that should only belong to the gods.

"If you struggle, Lea can help," Caius said with a gesture of his head toward where Lea was doing backward strokes in the water.

Anne turned to look at her daughter, and then looked back at Caius who was offering her a smile that filled her with confidence. It also took her breath away.

"But I’m sure you won’t need any help," he said, "It’s actually very intuitive."

Caius pressed his lips to Anne’s head then in a warm kiss before pulling away from her and getting out of the bath, giving the two women a nice good view of his wet muscular but lean body.

With water dripping off him, Caius looked back at Anne still in the water,

"You’re versed in Arcane Linguistics, are you not?" He asked.

Anne paused. The question took her by surprise.

"I’ve dabbled," she said.

"She’s being modest," Lea said then, "She spent her youth nose-deep in books..."

Anne rounded on her daughter with a raised brow,

"My ’youth’?" She asked, sounding a little offended, "Like it’s so long ago."

Lea paid it little mind as she rolled her eyes with a smile and continued,

"Point is, she’s definitely done more than dabbled."

"Great," Caius said, "I have a bunch of manuscripts I can’t make heads or tails of. I’d like you to take a look for me."

Anne still looked a little miffed at the ’youth’ comment but she shrugged with some enthusiasm,

"Sure," she said, "I’ll try my best but I’m afraid I can offer no guarantees. There is much I don’t know."

That was true. There

was

much Anne Gilligan didn’t know. But that was only really due to her specializations. As a youth—when she was younger than she now was—before marriage, before she became a mother—Anne had decided combat was not her path. And like many others like her, she then threw herself into an intellectual path. Determined to have the ability to unveil the world’s secrets by unearthing obscure knowledge.

Anne Gilligan was a student of philosophy, History, and Linguistics among other things. And she had the vastness of the Acheron Empire Libraries and collections of accomplished works to create a base for herself to then build on.

However, as comprehensive as the Acheron Empire’s collection of knowledge was, it didn’t have it all. And so, to further herself, Anne had spent years traversing the Acheron Empire, and the world at large in search of obscure pieces of knowledge to aid this intellectual path she had chosen.

In a way, Lea had inherited her love for adventure from Anne. It was in the desire to brave dangers and stare down Magical Beasts that the two women really differed. Because while Anne did journey all over the world—with a bountiful capital in hand—she always did it with protection. And she always chose the safest of routes. Combat was always a last resort as hers was a life of Academics.

In any case, while Anne was indeed not learned in all things—no one ever is—she was still undoubtedly the best person Caius could give the task of understanding the bulk of Allegra’s manuscript.

And that was why he smiled reassuringly and confidently as he said to the sexy mother of one,

"Your best is all I ask."