Inheritor Of Magic: The Magi King



"Well, hello, little Witch." He greeted the Witch, whose backside was on full display as she pulled the blankets aside to get into the bed.

"You weren't going for a shower?" She asked timidly as Wolfe inspected her aura, or lack thereof, from across the room.

"No, I was just making sure it was ready for the morning. But I can guess what you're here for, and it's not a random bit of sexy time, is it?" Wolfe joked.

"Well, I wouldn't object. But you're right. I was hoping to get you to awaken my aura. I'm so close. It just won't stay stable." She whispered, as if ashamed of her state.

"Alright, I will awaken you, but no naughty time. I have an understanding with my Witches, and they're not here to give their approval." Wolfe teased, then placed an arm around her waist from behind and poured in mana to cleanse her system.

It only took a few seconds to cleanse her system, but Wolfe took his time pouring mana into her until she was a blubbering mess of pleasure, slumped across his arm around her waist.

"Now, behave yourself. I need to get some sleep, and I've left my hugging pillow behind, so stay right there." Wolfe instructed.

The Witch just made a happy noise as she fell asleep, and Wolfe climbed in behind her, making her the little spoon and drifted off to sleep.

When the sun came into the room's lone window entirely too soon after Wolfe had gone to sleep, the unwrapped himself from the Witch and headed for the shower.

Her alarm went off as he was getting ready for the morning, reminding her that she had to be at work soon, but at this point, she didn't even mind.

The sense of power filling her body from the mana Wolfe injected into her aura had her in a near euphoric state now that she had rested off the mental overload, and she was ready to take on the world.

"Thank you, Wolfe. I will see you at breakfast." She called as she let herself out of the room.

That attracted the attention of a few more staff members, including the evening shift chef from the staff cafeteria, who always had the snacks ready when Wolfe went to get goodies for the Witches.

"Where is that big sexy Demon? Did he bring the girls back with him to finish their schooling?" The witch asked.

"I'm just getting out of the shower, give me a second, and I'll come to say hello to everyone." Wolfe laughed before the door could close.

Suspiciously, Wolfe did not hear the door close, so he put on his Demon Lord outfit armour spell before leaving the bathroom. His bedroom for the night was full of disappointed-looking Witches, who were hoping to see Wolfe in a towel as he left the shower, but they clearly hadn't thought their plan through.

There were no clothes in the room, so either he had taken them in with him, or he was using an Armour spell.

"Oh, I like this style. It looks like the winter has been good for you. Longer hair, a nice beard, and a stylish suit. You're moving up in the world." The night shift chef laughed.

"It's an armour spell. Stylish and bulletproof, the perfect combination." Wolfe agreed.

"So, you're telling me that you're just naked all the time, but with a spell covering you?" A witch from the hallway asked.

"What's the difference between that and clothes? You're just naked with a thin bit of cotton over you, and that's even easier to remove than my armour spell." Wolfe joked.

"When you put it that way, it sounds so naughty." The witch laughed, and Wolfe turned to the door.

"Let's continue this in the cafeteria. I got in too late for dinner, and I'm sure that the gossip mill is in full swing by now, so I shouldn't keep them waiting too long." He reminded the Witches in his room.

The escort grew as he walked down the hall, and by the time they reached the staff dining hall, Wolfe was pretty sure that every off-duty staff member was there.

Most of them were familiar faces from his last visit, but a few new hires were looking at him with great curiosity, wondering why this one man in a suit was so popular among the witches of the Academy staff.

"Is that Wolfe the Demon Familiar? The one who was supposed to be able to awaken Witches with a touch? I get that he's handsome, but isn't that rumour a bit much?" One of the new staff asked as Wolfe was passing by.

Wolfe stopped and ran a finger down the back of her neck with a gentle smile on his face. He leaned forward to whisper in her ear, and the witch's knees nearly buckled as they shook in anticipation.

Wolfe knew a lot of Witches were weak against men, having always been around other women, but this one was too easy.

"You know how the rumour mill is. They always inflate the stories to make them more interesting." He whispered, just loud enough for those nearby to hear. Then he purged the blockages from her system and nudged a bit of mana into her aura to start the awakening.

She blushed bright red and collapsed into the arms of the Witch behind her as the others began to laugh.

"It's good to see that you haven't lost your touch. But what we really want to know is what happened. We were all told that your entire team was killed during the first week after deployment.

That happened to a lot of others as well, and the survivors mostly deserted from what we heard. Is that what you did?" The chef asked.

"Oh, far from it. We were dropped off by a group of Loyalists from Coven Security. They left us in the middle of nowhere, and when they were attacked on the way back, whoever found the wreckage and survivors decided that we were dead and not just wandering around in the Frozen Wastes.

We were taken in by Sylvan Coven forces and spent the winter scouting for them and the Myrrh Coven after the Morgana troops retreated from the front lines.

Honestly, there are a lot of hard feelings, but I know that Peach wasn't involved, and the girls of the Academy are just kids and pawns, so I don't hold it against them." Wolfe explained, and the Witches pulled up seats in preparation for the story of Wolfe's winter in the wilderness.