Dante didn't want to be confined to his hut or to do menial duties. He was starting to get used to the idea that he would be used for sex as long as he wasn't sleeping or eating, and maybe even then if the women got greedy. But he wasn't sure how long it would take him to have complete control over his magic. He was able to do it just now with Serene, so maybe he would catch on. But when it came to controlling his magic with every possible sexual scenario? Dante was filled with thoughts of being fucked by multiple women, thoughts of women begging for more cum, thoughts of breasts growing bigger in his hands, against his chest, against his face. The pleasure cage punished him for thinking that way with powerful vibrations that sent his body into ecstasy. He tried to resist cumming, but it oozed from his tip. He saw Andromeda start to rub at her own pussy, smiling all the while. The cage hummed with greater strength and he moaned loudly, cum spurting from his cock again.
His magic was released with his cum once more, joining the rest of his old cum. The table was becoming quite sticky with it all. Dante breathed heavily and tried to escape from his bonds again, but his attempts were as fruitless as before. He felt helpless, and he felt ashamed that he couldn't control his magic. He felt as he had when he was a child, scared of setting fires or breaking things. A memory of his father came to mind. He had told him what he needed to do to focus. "Imagine your magic as a tool in your hand. It could be anything; a tool of destruction such as a blade or spear, a tool of creation like a hammer or even a paint-brush. As long as you can imagine yourself wielding it then it will not wield you." It was one of the fondest memories he had of his father.
Dante closed his eyes and slowed his breathing. He looked inward and visualized what he saw, seeing himself alone in a room. There was a table with a small wooden chest on it. It was closed, but light glowed from the edges of the lid and the keyhole. This was where he tried to keep his magic. He hadn't known that he was trying to keep it in there, but he looked down at the key in his hand, or rather the impression of the key. It looked as though he had been holding the key and it had burned his hand, leaving the shape of the key on his palm in the form of black burnt flesh. This was the shame he felt. The key was gone. He had no control. The memory of his failure was burned into him. He looked at the chest again. He lowered his head, glaring at the chest, determination giving him power. He knew what needed to be done. He clenched his burnt hand into a fist and ashes fell from it as though he had crushed his bent flesh away. He opened his fist again and he held the key in his hand, shining a with a brand new bright golden color.
He put the key in the keyhole and unlocked the chest. As he opened the lid, the box disappeared and a sphere of light rose into the air. He backed away from it, blinded by the brilliance of it. It shot towards him and he caught it in his hand. The power turned into a blue flame, but it didn't burn his hand. He smiled at the comfortable warmth he felt. He looked back at the table and saw a naked Andromeda sitting where the chest had been. She was giving him a seductive smile and rubbing at her pussy just as she had been doing in real life. His focus wavered only slightly, the flame of his magic turning as red as her hair. Yes, he was attracted to her, but with his focus he saw through the seductive look she was giving him. Her intentions became clear. She had explained her intentions already, but he could see them clearly now, unimpeded by his primitive thoughts of how her smile combined with her touching herself meant she wanted him to fuck her. What she was really doing was taking care of her village. Dante could feel that she was trying to make him apart of that world she was protecting. She was prepared to discard him if he couldn't cooperate, but she still wanted him there.
Dante opened his eyes, seeing Andromeda in the same position, touching herself. The sight of her doing so excited him, but his thoughts didn't become chaotic with sex scenes. The cage was only a low comfortable hum that matched his attraction to her. Dante smiled, his eyes glowing blue. He was using his magic...to focus. He snapped his fingers and the sound of it echoed for no reason, just as it had done the other night. He untied himself using his magic and groaned slightly as he sat up, his arms and legs feeling a little sore. He got up from the table and walked in front of Andromeda, locking eyes with her. The blue light in his eyes faded and was replaced by his original hazel color. He looked at her, seeing the responsibility hiding behind her seduction. "You don't need to worry anymore" he said, even though she probably figured that out already. "I won't use my magic on accident...I promise." He wasn't sure what else he should say. "Thank you...for helping me."