Serafall didn't say a word until Lavender reluctantly left the room. The blonde shot a warning glance at the woman who could vaporize her with a single thought. Altair felt a mixture of tenderness and concern for her. Lavender should know that she would die if Serafall said so. Although Altair hoped to steal some of the Maou's power, he didn't know how the ability would react if the other party sought to kill him.
"You stole my magic," Serafall said as she sat down on a white chair next to the bed.
"I didn't steal it. I just borrowed it. I'm sorry, I thought I would die," he said honestly. The woman's complaints didn't bother him.
If someone took all his power without warning, he would be upset.
"How did you do it?" Serafall asked tensely.
It was a skill that couldn't leave that room. If it were something that could be learned, then anyone could use it to "borrow" a little magic from someone else. It was a terrifying prospect from a third party's perspective. If someone could "borrow" Sirzechs' magic, for example, they could end up destroying the underworld.
"It's my ability. It's not something that can be learned," Altair explained. Serafall did not relax at his words; she remained tense. "It requires a bond between the two of us," he added without going into detail.
"So you slept with me so you could use my power?" she said in a flat voice. Altair hesitated for a second, wondering if the slight wavering he heard was sadness.
"I didn't do it for that reason," Altair replied sincerely. "Honestly, it doesn't take your magic into account when I launch the attack... that's why everything got out of control." Serafall's magic had caused a massive increase in the strength of the FiendFyre.
Serafall looked at him, her eyes narrowed like those of a cat annoyed with its owner for not petting its belly. Altair's words managed to calm her down this time. She tilted her head as she looked at him, first to the left, then to the right. She repeated the pattern several times until she finally nodded.
"Does this bond include fucking?" she asked with clinical seriousness. She took out a notebook and began to write as her executive suit changed into a doctor's gown.
"Being part of the coven," Altair said.
"Part of it? I don't remember agreeing to that," Serafall said.
"We never discussed it, but the fact that I was able to use that ability on you means you're not against the idea," Altair said. "You considered it and accepted it. Magic follows the will, not the words. Serafall listened attentively as she wrote in her notebook.
"Okay... now, please tell me more about this ability," she requested, and Altair found himself opening his mouth, reciting the description given to him by the system. Serafall wrote everything down.
"That's all I know... I used more magic than my body could handle and ended up losing some of it," Altair said, looking at the negative numbers on his [Status] page.
"Okay, okay, okay," Serafall closed the notebook with a thud. "You were a bad boy, Alti-kun," she approached the bed with feline confidence. "I need you to do something for me now," she said as she slowly pushed him onto the bed.
"What do you want?" Altair asked with some anticipation.
"I want a way for you and me to communicate," Serafall said. She changed her attitude immediately. She moved away from him in a single leap.
"Huh?" Altair said with some confusion.
"What you did was dangerous. It not only puts your life at risk, but also the underworld," Serafall said. "I think if you had known you would be using my magic, you could have handled it better, but that's not all." Serafall changed into the typical clothes of a magic girl. "The Magical Girl Miracle Levia-tan needs her magic to help in emergencies!" she said as she turned around, her skirt lifting.
Altair nodded. He had taken a large part of a Maou's magic. A Maou is not just a politician; they are a war general. If he could take magic without warning, at any moment, he could end up harming that Maou. If Serafall had been in a life-and-death fight against someone of similar power, Altair could have caused her death.
"I'll design something," Altair said. They could use cell phones for that, but the enemies weren't stupid enough to expect both of them to answer. He needed a method that would work in the middle of a fight and could be activated at any moment.
"Good!" Serafall applauded. "Now, I hear genital massages are good for rehabilitation," she said as she approached him.
Altair felt the magic around his body; almost perfect control destroyed his clothes without touching his skin.
"Ahem!" They both heard a cough in the room.
Madame Pomfrey appeared. She wore a tight-fitting nurse's uniform as she looked disapprovingly at the two people. The nurse scrutinized Altair's naked body. Medically, of course.
"Poppy!" Altair greeted her happily.
While in Japan, Altair and Poppy agreed that the latter would join the coven. It had been a way for Altair to complete the mission of having a partner from each Hogwarts house. Still, Altair did not regret in the slightest having a sexy nurse in his coven.
"Lady Serafall," Poppy said in a stern but respectful voice. Altair saw a hint of discomfort in the Maou's eyes at being called Lady. "Altair needs rest... besides, Albus is looking for you," she added.
Serafall gave her puppy dog eyes. She didn't seem to feel the slightest bit of shame at having been found in that position, with a naked young man in front of her. Poppy didn't hesitate; her penetrating gaze fixed on the Maou's eyes.
"Fine," Serafall said, sad, as if she had just been diagnosed with cancer.
She began to walk, dragging her feet, to the infirmary door. "Altair," she called to him. "Until you complete the task, no more than 20%," she said cryptically before disappearing.
Poppy then looked at him. She approached the table and took his cock in her hands. They were warm.
"I need rest," Altair said, feeling his member harden. "Didn't you say so yourself?" he asked with a smile.
"It's a medical inspection. I need a sperm sample," Poppy said as she continued to jerk him off. "I can't use lube or saliva... I want no contamination." Altair wasn't sure how long it would take him to cum that way.
He relaxed as he lay down on the bed, disconnecting his mind from all worries about devils and supernatural creatures. He focused on the welcome gift Poppy was offering him. A dry handjob wasn't the best, but the stimulation was pretty good.
Altair felt her hand move up and down his member, her wrist twisting to increase the stimulation. Poppy used her other hand to caress all the areas around his penis. It was a magnificent technique.
She continued for several minutes, Altair letting himself go.
"I'm going to finish soon, Poppy," he warned her, his voice becoming hoarse.
Perhaps it was because of the time he had spent unconscious, but his body managed to release itself with only Poppy's handjob. His penis thickened in size and began to shoot as Poppy's deft hand milked it like a cow's udder.
When he opened his eyes, he looked at Poppy, who was squeezing the last drops of semen from his cock, closing a sterile jar with a semen sample inside. He noticed that the amount was less than he usually released; after all, the stimulation wasn't the greatest.
The nurse brought the hand she used to masturbate him to her mouth. Her tongue licked up small spurts of semen.
"Was the sample thing real?" Altair asked, not expecting her actually to want to analyze his sperm.
"No, just wanted to mess with you a bit," Poppy shrugged. "But I can drink it later," she added with a small smile. "Now I want something else..." she said as she began to fiddle with her nurse's uniform. "Can you guess what?" she asked Altair.