Dem basked in the glow his time with Ina had brought, his troubles completely banished from his mind. It had been too long, hadn't it? He had lost track of whose turn it was some time during their lovemaking. He had at least one turn right? Well, either way, he did owe Ina some time after the cycles spent with Dice. They lounged together, lying on a blanket near the center of the campsite. Ina was fast asleep, lying facing away from him on her side. Her gentle and regular breathing untroubled. The curve of her hip caught his eye and he resisted running a hand along it. He shouldn't wake her, he thought to himself. Or maybe, she would be interested in another round? Did he have enough left in him? While he weighed this potential decision, he heard Wersa leave her tent.

He could hear her heavy footfalls as she strode towards him. He sighed, wondering what the woman wanted.

"Dem, gaze upon me!"

He still hadn't looked at her when he started to respond, "What are you talking about.."

His eyes had finally glanced upwards, and he stopped dead, his mouthing gaping open.

What was this visage of beauty he saw before him? Wersa had changed greatly, no longer was she a simple Classed Warrior, but she now had the grace and style of a Temptress. Was Wersa Karmis' true Class Disciple? She had said there had been other candidates but, he had assumed they were all dead. She hadn't lied to him, but she had told him a half-truth? Could someone he had dominated do that? Could they lie by omission? His thoughts began to trail off as he took in Wersa's rapturous beauty.

She had all the muscles and size from before, of course, but now she had little covering her body but strips of soft looking silk. They covered all the important places, giving a hint of mystery, but they also left much more uncovered. There a few places where hair peaked out from behind the silk strips, but these only added to the allure. He could tell she had put a heavy caking of rouge on her cheeks, as well as some added color to her lips. Her hair was made up into a frizzy hive-shape on top of her head. Her every step towards him was sensuous and only made the ground near him tremble slightly. How could have not understood what a goddess Wersa was before? He must have been blind. He could feel his body 'rise' to the occasion.

As she had finally made her way to him, she spoke, "You may own my soul, but I shall own your body and mind!"

With this statement she picked him up off the ground, in a mimicry of a bridal carry. His heart began to beat wildly. Was this a spell? A technique? Or was this love? Did he care anymore? He could hear Ina been to awaken, but paid it no heed. His attention was totally on Wersa. She smelled wonderful, like blood, leather, sweat, and raspberries!

She bent low, her head near his ear, and he strained to hear what sweet nothing she would whisper, but was surprised when, instead, he felt her tongue begin to explore his ear canal in the most tantalizing way. He nearly lost it right then and there, but only through a supreme act of will power did he control himself. He needed to main control of the situation.

He then had the sudden thought, could he use this situation to his advantage? Could he advance his Path further? He was a powerful Denominator! He needed to Denominate the situation. Wersa would be his lovely numerator, and he would divide her with his divisor until she was nothing more than a fraction of her current self! He swore on the Divine-Mathmanity this would be so! The problem here, though, was this sexy numerator would always be on top! Would they divide evenly, forming a perfect whole number?

As his mind was lost in both the pleasure of Wersa's ministrations and in doing the math of their eminent liaison, he heard Ina yawn and walk towards them. A sudden worry struck him, would this situation cause a problem? He couldn't have these two hairy, wonderful, women fight over him. As he was considering what to do about this new problem, Ina drew near.

He could see curiosity light her face, but also a dangerous undercurrent of confusion.

He had to do something. Just then the grimoire spoke into his mind.

This is the grimoire. You're in grave danger. Use this new spell, my dude.

A new spell had indeed arrived in his mind, and he instantly began to fill it with power.

Ina, now stood next to him, her claws beginning to show, as Wersa had also stopped her survey of his ear. Wersa still held him preciously close to her chest.

As they stared each other down, the spell completed and he unleashed it on both of them. Their heads snapped back, and both staggered, though Wersa still did not drop him.

He spoke to the grimoire, "What was this spell? How will it save me?"

The grimoire spoke almost instantly after he asked his question, with none of the lag time it had before when it simply wrote its own answers on it's paper.

The spell is called: MC True Harem Ending, and it will save you many times in the future.

With that, it spoke no more.

He could see the effects of the spell begin to take place, both Wersa and Ina still had heated looks in their faces but they had changed from confrontational to something else.

Ina spoke first huskily, "He is my mate, and I would like to continue our ritual, but I will share him."

Wersa spoke in return, "I will own him body and soul, but.. I will also share him with you."

He spoke, "Do I get a say in this? Is this fine? Are you sure you're alright sharing me Ina? Wersa?"

As Ina closed in on him, he could see their eyes were full of lust and love. He then noticed Wersa take a look at Ina, her eyes going up and down.

"A many-tailed is fine too."

Just then, something heavy, and grimoire-shaped, hit him in the back of the head and his world went dark.