"It's that Amber isn't part of the full circle. Amy and Jasmine have evolved as hedge witches. They are bound to you and you to them. You mentioned tendrils, yes? That is the manifestation of that binding.

You create that visualisation. It's actually just entanglement that changes as you observe it. Have you seen any from Amber? To you or the girls?"

Daniel shook his head.

"She is fighting it. The tendrils are also a manifestation of their love. When a spell caster is forcibly bound, that love isn't real.

It's a simulacrum. Witch circles are hated across the land because essentially the witches are forcing someone to love them. Against their will. It's evil. Witches can exist, but once a circle forms, it is only a matter of time before they force a spell caster to love them and join their circle. It's not only evil, is punishable by death, enforced by whomever discovers it. The King offers substantial rewards. As for Amber, as the heart, she has the power to force decisions. One of the few she has. She seems to flex that pretty hard. She knows she is, Daniel. This is intentional on her part."

Daniel thought hard about that and admitted she was right. "That sounds about right. So, Amber is afraid I will be bound to the circle, but it looks like I already am, right?"

“I think so. But here's where it gets interesting. Normally-Like any of this is normal-witches coerce a spell caster into their circle.

They bind the poor fellow. He becomes enamoured by them. Forced love.

They say the subconscious, or maybe more of the spell caster, always knows this. It messes with the circle in subtle ways. Gnomes feel it limits the circle significantly. But in this case, we have two witches who were already in love with you before they bound with you.

That's potentially powerful because you aren't limited by any subconscious hatred. But Amber is the loose strand of thread in this tapestry. Will the love of Amy and Jasmine keep the circle strong, or will Amber dilute it? Cause issues. Like that fight over there.

She hates you. She'll never love you."

Daniel glanced at the girls and saw they had evolved their argument to pointy fingers being stabbed in shoulders and upper boobs. "I wish I could help..."

Bitty looked pensive and then jumped up. "I have an idea. Be right back."

Bitty raced away, back inside the suite. Daniel watched the girls continue to bicker. He wanted to go over and try to calm things, but some male survival instinct took hold of him, and he remained seated.

Bitty came back out holding the Bag of Holding and pulled out several of her vials of his cum. He grimaced.

"I think if they form the circle using this instead of salt or scratching a line in the dirt, this might make a huge difference.

And you wouldn't need to be part of the ritual. Not physically, at least."

“Just my spunk."

“Spunk? That your word for this? I call it Bottled Mana."

"What?"

“You've heard of mana potions? Master, this is pure magic, as far as I can tell."

Daniel gawked at her. “No way. My parents made mana potions. And they're extremely costly and difficult to make. And stop calling me master."

Bitty nodded her head. "Sorry, slip of the tongue. But yup, what you say is all true. But this!" She held up a vial. "This is mana." She uncorked the vial in her hand and took a sip. Daniel grimaced. She smacked her lips. “Wow. It sends shivers through me." She held out the vial to him. "Try it!"

"Uh, no thanks. I'll pass."