I did not know anything about the language of the Summer Islands.

I knew their culture, their gods of tits and wine as Tyrion would call them.

Now, I had an original and a translation of the book that supposedly held the Sex Magic Rituals of the Summer Isles. It was once owned by a Princess from said Summer Isles, who happened to be the mother of one Bellegere Otherys... the original one, not the one who was currently trying her best to suck my soul through my cock. Given what I was reading... she would have decent shot at doing so if I did not have my Third Eye blown open.

In hindsight, pushing the idea that she liked the taste may have been a bit of an error on my part. It may have caused a bit of a Pavlovian Conditioning to happen, not that I was complaining given that Bellonara had her practice with a wooden cock to make sure she was good at it. She shouldn't have taken it as a challenge when I refused to go down the entire night at Sealord's Palace.

It did not take long for us to hash out what needed to be done, Bellonara did not even blink after I requested access to any books she may have in her private collection, further supporting my conclusion that she was in on it and wanted the local Mage by her side for reasons I could not fully draw out of her mind without actively breaking into it.

Hence why, I was at Bellonara's Mansion, reading through the book on Sexual Practices of Summer Islands that was part Kamasutra, part religious text, and part grimoire... if you squinted a bit.

A part of me wondered how the Summer Islanders came up with the rituals that I could identify as actual rituals of some form. The ideas were presented as a religious text, but the result required either thousands of trials and errors, blind luck, divine intervention, or some sort of divination-based effect that guided the person through the first ritual.

The visit, officially was for Dany's sake, specifically to cover for the missing parts of her education. While she was good at what Ser Willem, Nessa, or I could teach, her studies that came to what was expected of a lady in court were lacking, given that Ser Willem was a Master-At-Arms, Nessa was a wetnurse. While I could personally cover most of her theoretical education, from History to Literature, given that my more modern education to Grad School made me the veritable Renaissance Man on this planet stuck in the Dark Ages. That being said, Calculus was not going to come in handy with dealing with people, which was what Bellonara Otherys was best at. Dany needed someone to teach her how to use soft power, be the velvet glove to my mailed fist, in a manner of speaking, and the Courtesan who could shift the very politics of a City State was qualified to teach her those lessons that I could not.

While I cared little for those feminine skills that were valued in a court like sewing and singing and subtly insulting while appearing to be complimenting, such skills could only help her in the future. So, I managed to, quite easily mind you, convince Bellonara to teach Dany how to sing and dance and slowly train her to be able to easily navigate court politics and wrap a man around her fingers. I also threatened to turn her into a Magic Dildo if she tried anything sexual with her... which only made her laugh with that melodic tingle of hers... stupid hot dragon lady.

To a Westerosi, having a princess be trained by a Courtesan was the height of a scandal. But Westerosi were two-faced cunts, so fuck them. They were using the 'expectations of society' as a shield to subtly manipulate my family for generations so they could all wait until White Walkers killed them and resurrected them as puppets for all I cared... if only that would increase the number of undead I would have to fight through in the end.

I was more pragmatic and if something were to happen to me, it would give Dany more options for a future, whether she chose to become a Courtesan or find some Lord to marry who would be wrapped around her finger or become a queen who would have to navigate court politics.

In Canon, Dany was manipulated so well by those from Slavers Bay that in the end, everyone was dancing around her and she could not even tell. Given that the only trustworthy advisor she had with any experience was the straightlaced Barristan Selmy, her actions while well-meaning led to a worse result as I had no hope that whatever she put in place there would have lasted the decade.

If there was anyone qualified to teach Dany how to play the Game of Politics from the perspective of a woman, Bellonara the Black Pearl was the woman for the job... even if I did not trust her completely.

Ser Willem as a Westerosi, obviously, did not like my choice of teacher, but he had to agree to it when I asked him to find a Lady-in-Waiting or a Septa that could be trusted. Given that the only options for ladies to help my sister were from Dorne and thus were all nutjobs liable to poison us or Septas, who were either idiots or they would try to drown me and my sister after a day of living with us for being a witch, and I was not sure which type I would kill faster. Also, Faith of the Seven was to be tolerated and not taken seriously unless you wanted another Baelor the Befuddled, which made me question why there were multiple instances of princesses being thrown away to become a Septa at any point in time. Since the only other alternative was to find a Red Priestess to teach my sister, which neither Ser Willem nor I wanted, the Courtesan option won.

So here I was, using the time to read in the book from the Summer Islands while Dany, Lanna, and Nessa were learning the finer points of being a refined lady of Court from Bellonara Otherys... because there was no way I was going to leave her as the only adult in the room, as Huan had one eye open next to the fireplace, watching over my sister and providing me eyes and ears.

So, how was I reading a language that I did not understand... that was a bit of magic I had come up with based on what I have been playing around with when it came to enchanting.

The faces held memories of a person, the protections of the Sept were anchored to the Seven-Pointed Star in a Circle that looked too much like a Magic Circle of some sort, and I could not only draw out the memories from wood and flesh alike, but I could also feel the intent behind each shape.

Pouring my soul into the vellum, the parchment made from animal skin, with ink markings etched onto the surface, I felt, more than understood the intent that the writer placed on the words.

Given how other people's beliefs influenced the ward upon the Seven-Pointed Star, I theories that something similar would happen to words as well... especially if left out for long enough to be influenced.

Best I could tell, the movement of the quill somehow left an impression on the ink, but the result was that I did not need to know the language to understand it. So long as the intent left behind by the one who transcribed the words onto parchment was clear, I could in turn feel the language. That for now was much easier with parchment, as animal skin was much easier for me to skinchange into and draw memories from, a bastardized form of the method used by the Faceless Men.

It was Structural Analysis at its core, recalling the memory of when the ink was set on the page, but at a small scale. The writing itself seemed to retain a sort of weight unlike anything I could get from the spoken word, but it was good practice for finer detection spells I have been working on so, here I was.

I flipped to the next page, understanding more than the translation could express, as any translation was tinted as it was with the personal biases of the translator. The book provided me with more information than I had initially thought possible for such primitive and accidental methods of magic that this world employed and already discovered.

My knowledge of Sex Magic was limited to breeding super-charged-version of an animal as a cursor to some of the more Fantastic Beasts that I wanted to flesh craft or understand the unique effect of Magic that worked against Pregnancies, an effect that had plagued my family for the last three hundred years or so.

The first one, on humans, would possibly lead to something like Maegor... probably. The records of Maegor's childhood were heavily biased but some of the records specifically implied that he was large and more robust in his youth than it should be normal, an observation that was supported by my experiments, from Huan to the new generation of ravens I was breeding to my own body. While the added soul-stuff did not have any physical effect on the adults of a species, the next generations were essentially the super-soldier version of the species, where everything was reinforced and amplified, including the size and temperament of the being, hence why I had spent so long meditating as well as training Huan to behave, which was easy with a bit of skinchanging to understand the animal. I had also started on a newer project to breed better ravens for my use, since the ones in Essos, Ser Willem had commented to be smaller than the ones in Westeros.

For the second application, I still did not have many chances to test apart from a few mishaps. A few rabbits allowed me to understand why skinchanging and pregnancies did not work well together at all. Without the precision that came from a wand, any skin you took also meant that you took the skin of the fetus that was held within the skin. The soul-stuff of an unborn was too raw and too un-attuned to the flesh that once I pulled my soul back, the soul that would normally form the baby came along, as though it was stuck to my soul.

Huan had only been carried to the full term on accident, as I had neglected to check in on the dogs during the pregnancy, which had unfortunately killed the mother. I had simply left the pair of dogs alone after putting souls into them, thinking that I had failed until they produced the wolfhound. I was now consistently generating a stronger breed of ravens and horses, though the second one was relatively new and therefore slower than any other animal I bred.

The quick and easy solution to preserving a pregnancy was simple, an Amulet of Proof Against Detection and Location and not using magic during pregnancy. That explained why Visenya had taken so long to produce Maegor, the Conquest requiring her to ride her dragon and cause some skinchanging shenanigans, not to mention that I suspected Visenya of using a Glass Candle to keep an eye on things. It also explained why Mirri's ritual had caused Dany to go into labor and lose the child, the magic ritual used on Drogo causing the stillbirth.

The simple solution should I got, in theory, would lock up the soul of the mother and the child in the body, allowing a mother to carry a child to term without worrying about potential interference from Magic, either from the influence of her soul leaving or from an outside source. I was, quite proud of myself for figuring out one of the main causes of Targaryen deaths as well as coming up with a solution... though I probably just reinvented the damned thing after all the knowledge was lost to time. I would have to research more about my family history to see if the pattern only existed when the mother used magic.

The second trick also made for a good Contraceptive Spell at least. I would even amuse myself with a bit of dark humor and call the spell the equivalent of the infamous `Fetus Deletus` I had read on the internet though I was not so uncouth as to voice such an incantation.

Returning to the book from Summer Isles, there were a few concepts that did not translate well to terms that I would use when it came to magic.

The common theme that Summer Islanders were going for was what they referred to as `feathers` which was an allegory for what I would call soul-stuff... probably... some of the effects they mentioned fit my understanding of the soul I cobbled together from my insights, knowledge of the world and the books I got from the Alchemist on the nature of plants and minerals.

The primary method that the book talked about was using a Ritual to attune to the partner... a Wedding Ritual of all things that allowed the partners to become equals. The impression left by the author on the originals was that the ritual had to be done willingly and it was titled `Sharing of Feathers` which I was pretty sure meant less physical feathers and more something unseen... possibly related to the natural affinities souls seem to develop in this world.

The child took on the `feathers` from both parents, and the parents would need to pull out those feathers from themselves and add use them to build a `nest` in the womb for an egg.

That implied some understanding or belief on the formation of the souls, especially if the `feathers` were the same thing that I referred to as soul-stuff.

The ritual was tricky, however, and inconsistent. The book called it the blessing of the gods, but it seemed to be more of an ingredient than actual outside interference. The `blessing of gods` was depicted to cause both sides to reach release at the same time. Flipping the causality, it was more likely that reaching a climax at the same time had a stronger effect than not doing so, increasing the chances of the ritual succeeding.

Then, there were the other `requirements`, as the ritual was more likely to succeed for loving couples, having sex in missionary while holding hands, and merging of beings through eye contact. Given that eye contact made Mind Arts much easier, I was sure that it was Soul Magic being involved though I was not going to dismiss the Power of Love... I was not an idiot like Riddle.

"Do it with the lights out, why don't you," I mumbled in amusement, skimming through the rest of the degeneracy, mostly anecdotes and warnings about being forceful,... but I was pretty sure I got everything right.

The ritual depended on the moment of release when the two souls poured a piece of themselves into the womb, where they mixed, forming the `nest`. Given that it did not mention an egg, it stood to reason that the Summer Islanders believed the conception and whatever happened about magic was independent of the actual conception of a child. If a pregnancy happened, it also stood to reason that the soul-stuff formed the basis of the soul of the child, anchoring the soul-stuff into the baby and binding itself throughout the pregnancy. If there was no pregnancy or if the pregnancy was terminated at any point, the soul-stuff slowly leaked out and returned in time to somewhere... either the original bodies or wherever free souls went.

The ritual I was reading about seems to leverage the mixing of soul-stuff to reach out and share it between the partners before conception could happen, mixing the energy and redistributing it to the practitioners. Since the process was done before the souls naturally unraveled, it allowed for the sharing of the soul, causing the couple to take on some of the magical affinities of their partner. Since the mixture was partially yours, it allowed one or both partners to bind the mixed soul-stuff to your own, resulting in a permanent effect. Honestly, it sounded like a form of soul grafting on the cheap... or Dual Cultivation that I had read about in some of those web novels in my old life.

Unlike the Blood Candles that allowed me to absorb the souls of other creatures, which I was now more sure to have settled over the actual soul, rather than into it, the result of the ritual would achieve a complete binding with the caster's soul. That also meant that I could fold in some more soul-stuff to the ritual, amplify the effects and complete the absorption of the souls that I already held.

It also confirmed one of the conclusions I came to. Souls took on aspects of bodies they connected to before returning to the equilibrium with their original vessels, allowing for sharing of what I could best describe as Magical Affinities... those paths that Magic naturally took within a person.

Speaking of Succubi, the second ritual that I found of note was the exact opposite of the first one. It was also not in the translated version of the book, suggesting that Black Pearl kept it close to her rather ample chest and did not want me to know about it.

A small bit of magical compulsion had Belle think that I was reading the translated version of the book instead of the original. After all, I did not know the language of the Summer Islands, right?

The ritual in question, I would best describe as... that shit that Succubi and Incubi do that ends with one side being a desiccated corpse... if done properly that is. The ritual also acted as proof that anyone who simply assumed that Summer Islands was a paradise with nothing wrong was an idiot.

Titled `the Plucking of Feathers`, the ritual involved the absorption of the soul-stuff being released into the womb by one side as an intermediary to bind the soul of the partner... a more violent form of the first ritual combined with what amounted to the same thing I did when I absorbed the souls trapped in the Blood Candles.

Honestly, they lost me with the feather analogy, but I understood the main idea that the author meant with a bit of Magical Translation and my understanding of Soul Magic.

Working around the Cultivation-like explanation, I understood that the soul of the victim was partially bound to the caster's own body, by absorbing the entire mixture of soul-stuff of the first ritual as a bridge to the partner.

The effect could enthrall the victims, making them more susceptible, more subservient to the will of the caster and I was pretty sure that it also allowed the caster to fully remove the soul of the victim... all abilities that I would place under the category Skinchanging-with-Extra-Steps category, not that I could not describe any spell I had in that same umbrella.

It also explained how Starks managed to bind Direwolves into their bloodline. In theory, I could skinchange into an animal using my blood as the medium, possess the animal while it was having sex, and absorb the soul-stuff that was specifically flavored with the animal's soul. The result would... increase the affinity to that specific animal type, and allow later generations to build the skinchanging links without needing Blood Magic to kickstart it.

It was also why having sex while in the skin of the animal was a taboo for the Skinchangers North of the Wall, and potentially why Varamyr Sixskins was so strong in the first place.

The physical effects on the victim of the ritual sounded familiar. Rapid aging, weight loss, dimming of the color of eyes... all effects that I would classify as loss of soul-stuff. While the soul itself was not something you could break without using another soul, it seemed the ritual stretched out the soul into multiple vessels. I was sure that unlike something like the Horcrux Ritual, the anchoring only lasted until the original body of the victim passed on, after which the soul would be absorbed into the body of the caster.

"So that is what happened to the Mannis," I muttered to myself, getting a confused look from Belle before she shrugged and went back to sucking. The only two examples of such effects I could recall were Stannis and Thoros of Myr. While it stood to reason that Melisandre had fucked something up or simply not let Stannis retrieve his entire soul after the death of Renly, leaving him open to her influence. The other effect, I was sure was accidental, with the effects on Thoros being caused by his lack of training in magic as he skinchanged into the corpse of Beric Dandarion instead of managing to resurrect him.

The process had stages, from an effect similar to Imperio Curse to sucking your partner dry, the effect creating a layer of `feathers` over your own... which was the same thing I managed to do with Blood Candles... though fire must have cleansed any affinity in question with the Ritual I did, unlike the one mentioned in the boo.

The conclusion I drew from the book was that the backup plan I had, called `go to the Summer Islands and wait until everything blows over` was officially a no-go, much to my disappointment. For a rather peaceful people, Summer Islanders could, literally, suck your soul before you knew it.

Speaking of that, I decided to not hold back anymore, coming down Belle's throat with a grunt, deciding to shift my focus to her for some more.

"Did you find what you were looking for, Wiz?" asked Belle, watching me put away the book and give my focus to her. Pulling her up, I laid back as Belle ended up straddling my leg. "You seem to be lost in thought," commented Belle pressing her breasts together, "a girl could get jealous, you know, especially if you preferred books over these."

"Nothing makes men wonder about the secrets of the universe than when they have a pretty girl's lips wrapped around their cock," I countered with a smirk, getting a snort of amusement from Belle.

"Only you would care more of such things as secrets of the universe," said Belle, grinding herself against my leg while moaning, giving me a show.

I reached out, tracing my fingers down her smooth belly, before reaching lower and dipping my fingers into her wet lower lips as my thumb started rubbing circles over her clit.

"I want you in me..." she moaned, rocking her hips as I brought her closer to the edge with my fingers. She knew what she was doing, the cheeky minx.

"Patience is a virtue, my lady," I countered before stopping and taking out my fingers, now glistening with her juices. I was tempted to lick my fingers clean before I stopped myself, coming up with an idea that I thought might be fun to try.

Pulling her so that her lips rested against my once again hardened length, I slowly moved my fingers against Belle's bare belly. Tracing a glyph in High Valyrian, one of `pleasure`, over Belle's smooth skin using her own juices. I was not sure if it would resonate with her, but if it worked for blood, I was sure it would work for other bodily fluids, even if such a spell would last only as long as the anchor stood.

By all applications, enchanting the rune was the exact same thing I did with the Summer Islander language, as well as the way I used potions to guide my spells. I was using the written language as a way to guide the enchantment that I wanted to place, to amplify the pleasure she would feel.

Placing my palm over the glyph, I slowly pushed my soul into the glyph, feeling it `activate` in a way, taking hold of the actual enchantment. I felt something within Belle react as well, something more than her own soul, possibly the energy that I released when I came down her throat. It acted similar to the way the books mentioned, raw, unbound but attuned to my own soul, pushing back against the spiritual pressure I was placing on her body to return to my own body from where it originated.

Slowly pulling back, I feel the raw soul-stuff... or rather more accurately, the Tantric Energy, link up to the enchantment I placed on the glyph, taking over and sustaining the enchantment from me. I had a feeling that the fact that it had no attuned body, the rune would add flavor and guide the Tantric Energy before it got absorbed by Belle into the body, which the book stated was the natural consequence of an incomplete ritual.

While the idea of permanently upping Belle's sensitivity was tempting to see her turn into a cum-starved pet, I decided that it was not something I could sustain at the time, even if the 'dragon' side of me almost roared at my restraint.

I had thought always thought that Runes, like words, were just made up. My recent experiences showed that the nature of something, be it wood or rune, influenced the soul within, a fact that I had failed to see when I first tried out different methods of casting. That meant that Runes could be used to act as a basis for enchanting, with her juices making the spell anchored to her. It was similar to how I used the potion to guide my healing spell, instead of using the meaning behind the glyph to guide the raw intent I had, stabilizing the spell.

Given that the Tantric Energy that was produced during sex could be manipulated with glyphs, forcing them to take on, or possibly even amplify specific aspects was also feasible. That meant that I could use it to act as a guideline for normal enchanting as well as a set of instructions for the ritual I wanted to make.

"How does it feel?" I asked, curiously as Belle was slowly rocking back and forth, humping my leg. Trying to 'feel' the magic I cast through my soul-sense alone. I needed to figure out a way to see magic, another project to work on.

"It... tingles," admitted Belle, grinding herself against my cock, picking up speed. "Ahh... but in a good way... gods... this is... oh... FUCK!" she screamed, her body shaking non-stop.

I lifted her in the last moment, to take over control before she could accidentally slip my cock into her sopping wet folds. While Summer Islanders had proven to not care about the virginity of the practitioners but I wanted to cover my bases.

My theory, based on my experience with potions and what I had heard, had something to do with the 'untainted' nature of the womb potentially improving the quality of the ritual. Since potions I made tended to sometimes influence the materials the potion came in contact with, both the cauldron and the stirring rod I used, I was not going to take a risk and hold to the value of Virginity for both males and females for now.

Flipping us over so that I was the one on top, I placed my cock on her wet core, so tempted to just push in. Alas, saner minds prevailed as my Mind Arts allowed me to beat back the rush of impulsiveness that had been getting worse through puberty.

Taking her legs and pushing them together before holding them over my left shoulder, I sandwiched my length between her tights. Making sure that I was still rubbing against her pussy, I started sawing in and out of her thighs, her juices provided enough lubrication for me to easily move, drawing more and more cries of pleasure from Belle as she was having one long continuous orgasm.

Far sooner than I would have liked, I came with a groan, Belle already shaking from the orgasm that seemed to not end. At that moment, I realized what I had done wrong, as I watched my seed land across Belle's stomach, right on top of the glyph I had drawn. I only had a moment as my eyes widened and I felt my soul slip out of my control before I threw myself back, landing on my arse as my vision went white.

Coming down from the greatest high of both my lives, I realized that I was breathing hard, my legs trembling from having cum so hard, and my cock still spasming every once in a while. It was a state that I shared with Belle, whose legs were shaking every once in a while even if she looked to be passed out.

All that left my mouth was a groan in response, as I was unable to form words.

What the fuck just happened?

After a few hours of nap for my body to recover, while my soul got around to slowly untangling that specific mess of an enchantment work from myself and Belle in that specific order, I decided that a quick bath in a tub would do wonders for our bodies.

Belle was knocked out, barely coherent enough to groan once in a while. Judging that she was not in any condition to stand up and I was forced to use Skinchanging on my own body to force myself to walk, the effect of the small spell I tested out preventing me from properly controlling my legs even now.

The tub was empty, but Braavos was one of the wettest cities in existence, as I opened the window, letting the mist and water vapor into the room before waving my wand. Pouring my will into the air, I forced the water vapor to turn back to the liquid inside the bathtub with a declaration of "Aguamenti", before a mutter of "Incendio" while the tip of my wand was in the water caused it to reach to the boiling point.

Carrying Belle into the tub, I sank in first, letting her rest her back against my chest, my hand rubbing circles over her stomach, slowly undoing the enchantment I placed on her body.

"Was that it... I did not feel you in me," muttered Belle, thoroughly out of it.

"My dear, that was just a precursor to what I wish to do to you," I whispered, causing Belle to squirm in my lap, though I had no ability to get hard again after the last time... mostly because I was not sure if I could actually cause any damage to myself given the dull pain I was feeling.

"Hmm... is that my fate then, becoming a pet to a Wizard, like in that book you brought?" teased Belle, moving my hand so it grasped one of her palms.

"You have a better version of the same book." I teased back, pinching her nipples and drawing out another moan. Said book was at least three times bigger than the one I got from the Sept, with writing half the size as well. "But if it is to be a pet of a Wizard you want, I am sure I can be convinced."

"Hmm... did you learn anything new?" asked Belle, leaning back against my chest as I absentmindedly fondled her.

I took a deep breath, releasing a sigh at what I was about to do. It was dangerous and stupid and so expected. I had to play up my competence a bit, and act as if I was more confident than I really was.

"The Plucking of the Feathers was an interesting read," I said with a smirk, which caused Belle to tense up, finally giving my Legilimency a purchase to trace what the mother and daughter were actually planning in her mind.

She did not move, noticing that my right hand, hanging at the edge of the bathtub, was loosely gripping my wand, while the left one that had been fondling her breast was now flat against her collarbones, ready to hold her down against my body or choke her out if she chose violence.

"Shhh... no need to escalate to violence. Did you know that I could raise the temperature of water to melt away flesh... not that I tried it with water before, but I can keep the heat from harming anyone I want. My familiar is in the room with your mother, capable of ripping her throat out, not to mention half a dozen countermeasures I keep around me in case I have to fight my way out of the city." I admitted, causing dread to pool in Belle's mind. "Then again, you and your mother could so easily get some foolish Bravo to pick a fight with me in turn, he would not succeed, but the trouble would be annoying, so why don't we just use our words and enjoy this warm bath together."

It would seem that I hit jackpot with the trick that the Black Pearl employed, given the way Bellegere relaxed slightly.

"A-are you going to kill me... y-your grace?" asked Belle, as I could feel her fear. She did not know much, but what she knew sang a simple story.

"No, but I need to explain to you what a stupidly foolish thing to do that would have been," I said, not really blaming the mother and daughter for trying something like that. Casual Legilimency was just overpowered and the way Belle's flesh was pressed against my chest, I could so easily reach into her mind through the skinship. "So, was that the plan, turn me into your pet wizard? No need to speak, I am in your mind, my dear... a difference between a mere dabbler of the Arcane and a proper Wizard... hmm... I see, quite brilliant."

Belle's fear turned to confusion at my compliment, making me chuckle.

I mean, if you separated the art from the artist, the trick that the Black Pearls probably used for generations was without a doubt the most efficient method of keeping political influence in the world. It was not something Belle knew when she met me, or even when we were in the same room together. Bellonara had gotten greedy and explained the way they used to keep their influence and power to her daughter after I mentioned how I could come up with a ritual.

The Ritual they used, the Plucking of Feathers, allowed a caster to turn the person they bed into their... simps... yes, simps was the best definition. That also explained why Bellonara had the Sealord wrapped around her finger, even as she acted to be fussing over him. She had the Sealord as her sex thrall through the ritual, though I was sure that her natural ability to charm and manipulate men through mind-blowing sexual prowess also came in handy.

The problem was that I noticed the signs of soul saturation on both mother and daughter... increased soul-stuff in a person. There was so much a body could hold before the soul started to spread out, influencing the world around them through accidental magic... granting the person a semi-divine presence. It was why Belle had the natural ability to cause the flames around her to rise while I required constant effort, though the allure seemed to be linked to her bloodlines, one I knew could be held by some other Targaryens in the past. That being said, the amount of effect they had over others was, fascinating and it would require cultivating the soul over generations, but the Ritual of the Succubus, as I now named it, would ensure that it was so.

Bellonara's intent at supporting Belle and our relationship seemed to be so that I would stabilize the Ritual so it worked all the time, as well as use the basis of Affinity Sharing Ritual to take on my Magical Skills... assuming that it was not hard work but some sort of Blood Magic that I inherited that allowed me to heal the Sealord... which was only partially correct.

"Well, I can respect a well-thought-out plan," I admitted, having thought that it was the Sealord that was responsible for the honeypot. It would seem, Black Pearl wanted someone who may have the skills to improve on the ritual and make it more consistent, to have people in power wrapped around her finger. "The Black Pearl, subtly using a rather simple magic to manipulate Braavos... you are extremely lucky that I was the one who caught on, instead of someone else... if another Mage with some competence got ensnared into that little ritual of yours... well, you and your mother would be his little pets right now and glad for it."

Belle gulped and she was... turned on by the power I held over her, the same power that I chose not to abuse. Finding that she was a natural submissive was a neat finding, but for later.

She was still confused by me admitting it "Are you not... angry? If that was the case, you could have done it already."

"I can hardly fault a mother for wanting the best for her daughter, or a person for improving the lot in their lives... ambition can be quite attractive in moderation, my dear," I whispered into her ear. "But I am not the type of person to keep someone against their will, I find it more enjoyable when they are willing and eager, and you have to admit that you find my company enjoyable as well."

Unsaid was the fact that the other option was to make an enemy out of them, potentially killing them but any other way involved me having to move to another city and start over from scratch.

"Hmm..." moaned Belle, grounding her ass in my lap. "You have ruined other men for me, without even putting it in." she pouted, her mind revealing her effort to try to get back some semblance of control, "What am I going to do when you are gone?"

"Why don't we make a deal then?" I asked, pushing more compulsions to make Belle trust me, keep an open mind and be truthful than a Greater-Good Dumbledore would do facing a pissed of Indy-Harry.

Getting a nod from the girl who stopped squirming, I continued, "The ritual I am planning will amplify your power... that part that makes you able to draw in men and some woman... along with making you more healthy in the long run. I am sure we can also have more fun if both sides had all the cards on the table... so to speak."

I had no intention to share my affinities with Belle, mostly because I was still not sure what my Magical Affinity was or if my experiments influenced it. I had narrowed it down to something to do with Divination, given how quickly I was able to pick up the branch of Magic. I had a suspicion that it was some sort of a danger sense that would have guided Viserys away from danger until he got his golden crown, but there was also a chance that same ability had guided me in my experiments when it came to magic.

What I instead wanted to do was to specifically share her affinities with myself while amplifying her affinity to bring out the lust in people... see if I can turn her into an actual proper Succubus. Added soul-stuff would amplify her physically, making her healthier and potentially far more beautiful than she would originally become, both benefits that came from having more soul stuffed in your body, as the natural way the soul got assimilated made you better physically.

"Hmm... that would not be so bad, and I suppose you get me in exchange to slate your lusts over?" said Belle, leaning back into my chest, relaxing at the fact that I admitted that I was willing to play ball, she seemed to be turned on by the dominant side I showed, though she was too exhausted for anything to happen. "I could even be convinced to be the pet of such a generous wizard... he even gives me warm baths... that alone is worth keeping you around for, my love."

That earned her a pinch on her firm bottom and a yelp, as we drifted into silence, enjoying the warmth of the water.

Yeah... as it turns out, you did not become the best Courtesan in the pseudo-Venice without actually being good at being a manipulative bitch... at least she was fun to be around. Her mother on the other hand... was going to be another challenge entirely.

After enjoying the bath that I kept warm with a bit of magic, Belle and I were both presentable once more, though both of us were too sore to go on after the mood was soured by plotting.

I left her to chat with her mother, knowing that I would have a more competent opponent the next time I came to this place. At least, now I knew what they wanted, which made me much more at ease since I could predict their actions for the most part.

The revelation about the true intent of the Black Pearl and her daughter made me re-evaluate my priorities. Specifically, my ability to guide and control spells, as I would need a few backup methods of ensuring that the Ritual could not be interfered with and used for something other than its purpose.

That thought led me to the way I used the rune to cast a spell, and what else I could do with the same method.

The principles of the method were simple. Similar to how I could draw out the healing properties in a potion to cast a spell that healed, I would have to draw out the meaning within the runes, something that I had barely scratched the surface of.

Inspecting the shadow-bound shirt I had made, I came to the conclusion that my first attempt to use runes to add to the shadow-binding I used was... lackluster... a failure.

It had not worked because the soul-stuff trapped in the rune could not spread through the silk shirt, the non-living material not suitable for the type of enchantment that could draw out the properties of the rune. There was also the possible issue of the magical fire simply vaporizing the glyph of protection, leaving behind an incoherent trace instead of using the rune to anchor the magic.

That meant that I needed to enchant things that were alive in the past, without setting them on fire, which was harder than it sounded... as creating a cold fire was going to be tricky even if the process was familiar to me.

I took out a second shirt, this one was made from linen instead of silk. Linothorax was an ancient linen armor, using the natural fibers of linen to provide protection similar to Kevlar Body armor... in theory at least. The plant fibers would be better at channeling the soul-stuff and spreading out the enchantment powered by the glyphs than silk ever could.

Since the original shirt was already getting a bit too tight as I grew, I was due for an upgrade and I could recycle the old shirt.

The new shirt had specific runes of protection strategically embroidered all over itself in Valyrian Glyphs, a piece of rune-work that Nessa had stitched on using an improved linen thread that was magically bound with the potion base, specifically so that it could absorb dragonglass into itself. Since dragonglass could create fire from within, it stood to reason that it could be used as a medium, binding a rune into it to draw out the meaning of the rune.

A flick of my wand had the first shirt burst into flames, before the fires guttered out, leaving behind a mess of shadows and smoke suspended in mid-air forming a ball. Slowly layering the shadows into the new shirt, a blue fire came out of the tip of my wand, a cold fire that held the concepts of change, binding the mess of shadows into the plant matter, similar to the way I layered a soul into the wooden frame of the house, this time, drawing on the concepts that were anchored to the runes stitched onto the shirt instead of relying on my intent alone. The effect required me to be able to feel the runes, or rather the meanings behind those runes.

Once I completed the enchantments on the new shirt and put it on, I could feel the effects of the enchantments running through the shirt, feeling that the added `comfort` rune along with the dozen different phrases that roughly meant `protection` was not a waste of effort, a significant improvement over the single purpose enchantment I could place with intent alone. While the silk shirt was good, it did tend to itch every once in a while.

The enchantment process led me to another shortcoming... control over my new wand was... lackluster at best. I had an idea on how to improve my control over spellfire... something that I could use Dany's help with... mostly as it would give me an excuse to spend some more time with her, but also to get her used to magic. She had been upset about the extra lessons and she deserved some reward since she seemed fascinated by the magic I have been more openly doing.

The blue ball of fire hung in the air, before a wooden bat slammed into it, making it disappear.

The flame was mine, the same flame that I used to enchant the shirt I now wore. In essence, it was a replication of the Blue Bell Flames that one Hermione Granger was fond of using. On the surface, it was a worthless spell. Nothing but a combination of what one could refer to as Fire Creation and Flame Freezing Charms, a combination that created a fire that gave off no heat.

In theory, it was a control exercise that produce a fire that was not there in the first place, a training aid I came up with, meant to ensure the caster could control the natural properties of spellfire to prevent it from burning things.

Said fire would also allow me to layer-specific enchantments on top of it without burning my target. There were enough scorch marks in my workshop for me to justify the spell's necessity even without the improved control it would provide me during enchanting.

The one aspect of Magic that I seem to run into was that the Laws of Nature did not stop working just because magic was involved. Sure, magic could suspend them but it had to be intentional on the caster's side. For example, you could use fire to enchant something but that did not mean that same fire would not in the meantime, burn the item you were working with. You had to additionally account for the need to make sure the fire did not burn in a physical form.

The result was a game that I came up with. It allowed me to spend time with Dany and practice at the same time. I had to bribe her with playtime so she behaved and actually listened to her lessons with the Black Pearl... while also allowing me to slowly figure out how to teach her magic.

Another blue ball of fire launched itself from the tip of my wand. The actual effect was a combination of fire that burned completely, hence the blue flames and making sure that it did not release any heat in the process. If I lost concentration, the flame would simply go out, making it no different than an illusion or a light show that could still affect the world... which was perfect for precision spells while paving the way for physical illusions to supplement the mental ones I could create.

Another smack on the blue ball of flame by the stick and I recast, willing the ball of fire to move in midair to avoid the wild swings that Dany was now trying to go for. She wanted to see magic and I could not see any reason to deny her given that this spell was perfectly safe.

The blue ball moved around her bat and smacked her in the back before vanishing. It was just hard enough to make her stumble but not fall. Dany turned to glare at me as I gave her a sheepish grin before she was once again distracted by a new blue ball hanging right in front of her, taunting her.

Ser Willem watched like a hawk, despite the lack of danger. He had still insisted on trying it himself, though we ended up using Wat the Eyes as the trial dummy instead.

The reason the flame went out when Dany hit it with a stick was strange, as it was caused by the nature of the flames and the act of hitting it. The moment someone else touched the flames, they would gain control over said flames, but that in turn would cause the blue flames to go out, as they required active focus to keep.

That also meant that she needed to concentrate on making the fire go out while hitting, channeling her will through the piece of normal wood... which would hopefully make it easier for her in the future once I figured out how to make a wand for her.

It was whimsical on her part, a fun bit of magic that her big brother used to play with her. To me, it was the perfect practice, both for myself and Dany, so everyone won.

"That is enough for now... you have your other lessons to attend," I said, causing Dany to pout, before trying to swing once more at the blue fire.

"Expelliarmus," I stated, moving my wand to trace the Valyrian Glyph of `release` at the same time... the tip of my wand left behind a rune of fire suspended in midair before both the runes and the blue flame turned to a red hue, the only reason the color changed was because of my preset belief that the Disarming Charm should be red.

The fire took on the concept of `release` from the rune I traced, similar to how I had it take on the properties of the potion. The spell was held in the air, just as Dany hit it once more with the wooden stick... only for said stick to fly out of her hands and fall onto the floor.

The only part that was relatively hard for such a spell was to be able to take over the `possession` of the weapon, given that Dany was holding the wood and physical contact allowed a person to pour their soul into an object... if the material was conductive enough for a soul, which seemed to correlate with how alive it was.

I looked at my sister with a soft smile, daring her to make a fuss. Instead of gaping with amazement at my casual use of magic, she was simply pouting. Being young, she was not as wary about magic, nor as limited in her viewpoints on what was possible and not possible. She simply accepted that her big brother had magic and fire could become blue and fly around when I waved a stick.

"Be a good girl and attend your lessons and we can play later," I said, giving her a soft smile. Dany nodded, running to her lessons with an "okay,", a word that confused everyone given that I was the only person who used it in this world. She seemed... more enthusiastic now that she had the prospect of seeing more fun in the future. Most of the fun would be me explaining how I did what I did in a way that would ensure she did not know enough to replicate it. I would sometimes see her looking at my wand and I would have to promise her that if she was a big girl, she would get her own when she was older. I honestly blamed the Targaryen-ness in her blood for that... the girl was more interested in magic than anything else I saw her do.

Teaching my sister magic was not something I was going to change my mind about, though I was worried that she was too young for most of the magic that I knew. The latest batch of more conceptual spells I had developed by combining Spellfire with Runes and Glyphs were far more suited to teaching than the darker, more primal side of Magic that even I realized that I barely even understood.

The trick I discovered with conceptual magic came down to the unique idea that I got to `translate` the Book of Sex Rituals I had read.

Words had a unique relationship to stabilize magic... something that I had initially dismissed in my rush to produce as many powerful spells as I could. The spellfire that I was able to access using the dragonglass was the missing piece to the more... familiar Magic System that I was able to now build off of.

In practice, the spellfire made any magic I cast an enchantment, allowing me to give properties to materials that were not there. The effect lasted for a short duration, ending once I reclaimed the amount of soul I poured into the object. The result was... different in principle from the rawer, more physical spells that I had originally created, the same ones that used an enchanted medium to interact with the world instead of using the enchantment to directly affect the world.

Sure, I could still use my old spells as before but they were... less refined than what I could pull off, even if they were more physical in practice. The difference, while subtle was easy to distinguish. I could still control the winds to move things around to my will. The spellfire allowed me to make an object move without using the winds, imposing "change" through the element of fire. The best word to describe the new, more refined form of magic casting I could do was... to call it "Charms", which allowed me to add new properties to a material.

When it came to Charms, my understanding of the rawer magic supplemented my observations.

Based on my experience with magic, incantations did not matter as much as the meaning they held for the caster at that moment. I could use High Valyrian to cast complex spells, but my own expectations made it much easier to cast spells by using the incantations based on Harry Potter Spells. It was a weird effect, the Pig Latin and made-up words from another world were so closely linked to the concept of magic for me that I found them intuitive to use for casting, lacing that intent into my spells.

More powerful spells, however... those were still out of my reach, lacking power and weight that simple words could not convey. For those, I experimented with Wand Movements, tracing Runes and Glyphs that held the meaning in the air, tracing them in the air while leaving a trail of fire. It was... essentially a Flame Writing Charm, allowing me to enchant the flame with the additional concepts I could pull from the words themselves, before collapsing the fire into a ball to throw around.

I recalled Benerro being able to write in the air with flames. The High Priest of R'hllor in Volantis used it in his sermons to trace Valyrian Glyphs in the air.

`Words are wind`... a good saying that shows the weight of the spoken word... the same weight as winds, even if I was proof that winds could cut... even if the spells I used, like the winds, were temporary.

It was how I managed the Disarming Charm I cast, imposing the conceptual meaning of `release` onto the held object instead of the holder, taking that said concept from the matching glyph instead of my own memory and understanding.

The spell was different than the version I created using skinchanging, which involved me possessing the hand holding the object and forcing it to release said object... which was closer to localized-Imperius Curse than the Disarming Charm. The Puppeteering I used was much faster and more effective against body parts than the entire body, making the spell Imperius-Lite.

In the end, Charms allowed me to prove that I could use the written word to hold more complex enchantments, a skill that I knew would come in handy in both the protections I have been trying to build around our house and the rituals that I wanted to conduct.

"Words are wind unless they are carved on stone" I muttered to myself, making my way to my workshop. My study of symbols, runes, and glyphs became more of a priority now that I knew they could help me with casting more complex conceptual spells and also because I was actively trying to understand Rituals for a specific goal.

The main problem I came into was the way Tantric Rituals worked made them almost impossible to properly control or guide consciously. The Rituals were too primal... too chaotic... too wild as the small accident had proven. The act of release was a keystone in each version of the rituals I learned about... but said release also proved to mess with my control over magic.

Normally, the nature of Tantric Rituals, limited the ritual to have specific basic effects, taking over the body of the partner, turning them into your slave, and sharing power... that kind of thing was easy, but I wanted to make sure that the effect was what I wanted it to be, and I refused to turn anyone into a mindless puppet without reason.

Given that I was of the opinion that Rituals should be strictly limited to those who were involved to make sure no one could interfere, a lesson from Summerhall that my family really needed to learn, I needed a method of controlling the magic, a sort of security net.

If I wanted anything more complicated, especially if I planned to amplify the existing soul-stuff in the ritual to make it more potent... I needed something to guide the spell... a Ritual Circle to be specific.

It took a while but nearly a week of working and I had what I wanted, I understood how to work with runes and glyphs. The trick was to gain insight into the magic that a rune would naturally cast by enchanting the rune and meditating over it, drawing out the actual meaning of runes.

I took out a dozen small Blood Candles, ones I had created using mice that were easier to breed. The small candles also allowed me to play around with new enchantments at a small scale, though this time they would allow me to create something much more useful than mere experiments that were later discarded.

I was using my wand to carve the shapes onto the small pieces of Weirwood, binding the small souls into the Weirwood. I knew that most wood, so long as they were enchanted, could remain alive, but Weirwood was better at it than other woods.

In the end, I ended up with a bag of carved rune stones, made from Weirwood, each wooden piece holding a blackened Glyph that I thought would have a clear and useful meaning, written onto the surface with the tip of my wand burning the Glyph with Spellfire. Half the runes had a circle around them, to see if that would influence the effects of the glyphs.

Then there was the other set of wooden plates, large enough to fit the palm of my hand. I carved ritual circles that I thought might provide me with a better understanding of how numbers and geometric shapes could work.

Doing Math to make sure Magic did not blow up in my face was not a strange idea. The concept in Harry Potter was called Arithmancy, to be specific, Numerology, which was, Number Divination.

In my old world, Numerology was a useless art that was independently invented by multiple civilizations, though I was most familiar with the Greek Model made by Pythagoras. It boiled down to assigning numbers to letters and adding them up to predict the future.

In this world, Numerology was a serious science, one that even the likes of Maesters and Scholars considered to be true. It made tracking down meanings much easier and all I needed to do is confirm that the numbers held the correct interpretations, once again using the method I used to create my rune stones.

Rhoynar seemed to have been the ones to truly focus on the power of numbers though a bit of research into history and lore showed an interesting trend in patterns in each civilization to rely on at least one magical number.

Valyrians operated on threes.

Three Heads of the Dragon was the most known concept, a reference to both the ruling body of Three Archons and the Three Parts required to Ride a Dragon.

The Triarchy of Myr, Lys, and Tyrosh had actually based their alliance on the tradition of having 3 Archons that governed, hence the name as each city provided one archon for the alliance. The closest analogy I had was the Roman Consuls, and how there were always 2 of them at the same time.

The three heads of the dragon that made the dragon rider were also ones that I knew closely. It was the dragon, the rider, and the soul of the relative of the rider that was bound to the dragon. There was blood magic required in the process, at least for those who did not know the secrets of magic.

There are other rules of Three, the books on Alchemy made mention of the balance between Mind, Body, and Soul, or so my most recent translation of the work implied them.

Even my own wand worked on the rule of Threes if I really thought about it, using three magical materials in the form of weirwood, dragon bone, and dragonglass. There was also Blood but the blood bound the three materials to me, I was sure that it could be considered as a different, separate application of numbers from the connection that created the wand.

The First Men had two different numbers that occurred often, Nine and Thirteen, both known for their magical properties. Nine was rarer, but the Crown of Kings of Winter supposedly had nine swords atop it. Thirteen, was more common, being linked to the Weirwood Groves, which always had thirteen trees, to the Thirteen Heroes who ventured against the White Walkers, and of course, the notorious Thirteenth Lord Commander of the Night's Watch.

Then there was the most vexing one... Seven.

The first idea I got was that of the Seven who are One, making me once more ask how a religion that was so against Magic managed to survive when set forth against the likes of Rhoynar, Valyria, and First Men.

"It does look like what I would expect a very simple Magic Circle to look like," I said, turning to my companion.

The Raven looked at me and twisted his head in confusion. I sighed and pushed the images of other more fantasy-inspired ritual circles, before the raven turned and inspected the sign, croaking out "same... same" making me hum in return.

Ravens had the intelligence of a child it was told, which I could judge better than everyone given how I could feel the way they thought things through.

Evil Overlord List that I had partially remembered had something about keeping one around to bounce ideas off of, a child, not a raven but my options were limited to Dany or Lanna. With Lanna, I did not want her to be aware of some of the deeper secrets... or the experiments that would make her draw parallels between me and the Alchemist, not to mention the issue of her soul being... frayed. Similarly, Dany was not an option for now, as I wanted her to have a bit more time before I took her on as an apprentice, letting her enjoy her childhood and focus on her newest studies as I did not want her to be overwhelmed by Magical Theory before I had time to hash it out property.

For now, a raven was assisting me on my experiments, mostly to bounce ideas off of, the animal instincts being more attuned to how magic might work, lacking some of the more refined inhibitions of humans.

The answer was obvious the more I studied the artifact in the Sept, as it was Accidental Magic, ironically, that ensured that the Faith was so successful. I could not find any presence of the Seven in their Septs, but there was some sort of protection that was anchored to the seven-pointed star. Given the use of the icon on everything related to the ones who followed the seven, and my test of a simple piece of wood with the seven-pointed-star etched onto the surface with my wand was almost eager to take on and retain an enchantment.

I had a feeling that it acted as an anchor for the belief, an enchanted object that provided some sort of a boost to what you prayed upon.

Then, there were the zealots from the time of the Andal Invasions. Because, of course carving a Seven-Pointed-Star on your own body with a specific intent to destroy anyone holding magic would provide you with resistance against magic, allowing your men to invade a continent that made Valyrians stop and as if they should do so.

My knowledge, I knew that seven was the most magical number. I think it had something to do with the fact that it is the largest single-digit prime number, making it the largest indivisible number that could not be broken down into its smaller components.

There were other numbers though, and I needed to figure out how to use them to ensure that the Ritual I was crafting would succeed. I could combine the nature of the numbers with runes to create an anchor that would guide the ritual, or at least provide a bit of security compared to not using a proper Magical Ritual Circle.

I got to work, as I needed to map out all the numbers I could... maybe add in a few pictograms as well.

AN:

Everyone makes Summer Islands look like a paradise, but let's face it, in Planetos, there is no such thing. Given their obsession with sex and rather interesting traditions, my interpretation is that the place has figured out a way to use sex to power magic and they are good at it.

The Game never ends and it is the same everywhere. Casual use of Legilimency and out-of-context problem solving saved Wizerys' arse once more... well, more that it saves his moral fiber. You do not try to enslave the mind of a person who can casually break the minds of others and that would have made this fic a lot darker than I want.

Also, this is mostly to highlight that magic is still going on behind the scenes.

I tried to rock that True Neutral that does not give a shit about anything but learning new things for Wizerys, at least when it came to Black Pearl's plot, let me know how it came off. His respect for Black Pearls also went up a bit, mostly because now he knows their angle.

Wand Movements... draw concepts from the Runes and channel the effect into the spell, as it writes the symbol into the air. Wizerys slowly gets Dany used to the idea of magic while training her in the old and wise method of Wax on Wax Off.

I know the rest of the chapter was a lot of telling and not showing but I wanted to write this part about Runes and Arithmancy and get over it... because they are going to be needed for the future.