Interconnected: Spliced Souls

“Itarr! Are you here?” I called for the goddess after standing up. I waited ten minutes at the fountain for her to show herself, yet the goddess with MIA. The tower's doors opened when I neared, granting me access to the central chamber. Instead of there being a sole hallway, there were two. And the new one held a staircase at the end that ventured down.   

The spiral staircase in the middle of this chamber was useless since there weren't any floors above us.   

“Guess she hasn't done that much expanding. I need to also get some materials and stuff before there's any need to branch out. Where is she keeping the dead bodies? And those clothes we took? Hey! Itarr, I'm here!!!”  

Nothing. No response.   

I ventured down the new corridor first– the one with the stairs at the end. It brought me to an underground field filled with unmarked graves. Orbs of red flames traveled around the perimeter, almost acting as will-o-whips.   

This answered my question of where the corpses were, but Itarr didn't answer when I called her name. So, it was back to the center chamber to head down the other hallway.   

There were three doors this time, not two. The armory– the place that held the armor of the two men I killed after meeting Itarr– was filled with crimson mannequins that looked anatomically accurate to myself--including my dick. 

They weren't all naked, though. They wore the armor and held the weapons I acquired when I wiped out the dens. Some were hovering against the wall, but I couldn't sense rhyme or reason about their categorization. Itarr likely placed them wherever, and there was probably a method to her organizational madness.   

Next, I entered the closet via the door just across the hall. The generic crimson mannequins that used to be there were replaced by mimicked replicas wearing all the clothes I had found. They were clean and pressed– nary a sign of what used to be their former prime detective splashed across them.   

That leaves the door at the end.  

Heading there, I stopped before and pressed my ear to the door because I heard something.   

“Mmmn~~~ Why…does this…feel…soo…goooood~~~”  

Someone was moaning awfully hard. Silently, I cracked it open as silently as I could and saw Itarr's familiar form. She was leaning against the back wall, her legs spread as a hand stimulated her crotch. Yet she had no visible pussy. Her hands sank into her humanoid body of red energy, but her breasts were defined and outlined. Her nipples were even there because the goddess pinched them.  

“I can't…stop my…fingers… Aaaahhh~~~· Hearing Itarr’s cute voice made me get an erection.   

I jerked off, spying on her masturbation session, watching as she groped herself and licked her fingers with her mouth. Since the last time I came here, her shapely body was more defined– womanlier and more feminine while slightly not resembling an exact mimicry of my figure.   

“Mmmnn~~~ Ser–vi~~~ Ah, harder… You’re the only thi–ng in my– Ahh, in my~~ mind~~~.” 

She’s…calling for me? 

My cock remained hard at a respectable 9”. It was long enough for me to stroke with both hands. In seconds, Itarr’s passionate breathing and my hasty breaths synced. I closed my eyes and masturbated too hard, causing my elbow to hit the door. It swung open. The quiet noise sounded like a bull rampaging in a china shop.   

“Ah– Ser–Servi…” Itarr and I locked eyes…and we didn't stop what we were doing. No, she continued to touch herself while I jerked off.  

Slowly, I approached her until the tip of my cock was mere inches from pressing against her lips. I sat down and spread my legs wide, then stuck out my tongue as my penis grew, snaking through my breasts until its flavor blessed my taste buds.   

Itarr watched me suck myself, and I watched her masturbate.   

Sweaty beads of even redder energy swept by her face. Her breasts were noticeably jiggling every time she heaved her chest.   

“I'm cumming!!!” Grunting, I held my penis deep in my throat and ejaculated. My delicious, bitter semen flowed as if I was urinating, drenching my stomach and flooding my esophagus.   

Itarr sounded lustful and horny. Her body trembled, and she used both hands to stimulate her crotch until her body became encased in a translucent, soft light. Hairline fractures appeared, covering her body. Her outer, godly shell cracked and flaked off, revealing a startling sight while she verged close to the pleasures of a climax.   

It was a woman– a beautiful woman with brown skin. Her eyes were multi-colored, spanning from shades of red, pink, and violet, almost like looking into a kaleidoscope. Her black hair with red highlights was about as long as mine. I stood up even as my penis was hugged between my chest and watched this woman.   

“Servi…” she said my name in a familiar tone– one belonging to a goddess. Standing up, she looked over her arms, then covered her crotch while looking at me with a beautiful smile. 

This woman then groped her healthy bosom, then I noticed she had a penis-- just like me. It was slender and feminine, yet about seven inches long and soft.  

“Itarr? Is that you?”  

“Yes, I think it is… I'm… I'm so happy! Servi!!!” Itarr– a beautiful, brown-skinned goddess, shed tears from her expressive eyes. She leapt into my arms and cried, and I held her– my lovely goddess, who I shared an intimate moment with– with all my heart. 

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“There… Do you feel better?”  

“I do. I think I do. It is… interesting. Having a body like this, I mean.”  

After Itarr cried into my arms, I held her hand and walked to the fountain in front of the tower. We sat on the base and looked at each other, taking in the other's body.   

“When do you think you can take it out of here? Or are you stuck here?”  

“I do not think I am forbidden from leaving, yet I know not where to start to even take a step from our soul world. Umm… Servi?”  

“Yes?”  

“This… penis, you call it? It is not going down. Why does it point towards me?” Itarr asked. “Why did I acquire one if you incarnated the [Lover's Blossom] skill?”  

“Does it hurt?” I stared at the pretty tip and wanted to touch it. But looking at it caused me to get erect. The skill took my thoughts and grew my cock until it matched Itarr’s.   

“N–No, it doesn't. But I feel something in my stomach. And a tightness? I would describe it like that.”  

“You're probably horny. Acquiring a body like this made you feel emotions you couldn't feel before. You were masturbating when I saw you. Here, take your hand and…” After asking permission, I guided the goddess's hand to her shaft and told her to watch me. I turned to face her and spread my legs, my right foot sinking into the fountain of blood.   

“When– Ahh~~~ What is that feeling?!” Itarr moaned and bit her lips. She closed her eyes. Of her own volition, she jerked off with her second hand. It was cute. Her expressions were adorable, and seeing her masturbate was getting to me.   

I copied her movements and worked the entire shaft, focusing slightly on my tip while inching closer to Itarr. The pace of her hands increased.   

“Something's… Something's coming– Servi– it– Aahh~~~ I can't stop– my hands—what– do I... do~~~ Guuuhhh!!!”  

Itarr experienced another orgasm and splattered her semen across my penis as I climaxed. Thrusting my hips forward, we touched tips and continued to sputter sperm until our cocks and stomachs were splashed with a thick, gooey white.   

“Did that…feel good…?” I asked, my chest heaving. Her seed-laden penis looked…delicious…  

Itarr was too struck by the electric jolts of pleasure surging through her body to reply. Before she fell backwards, I grabbed her arm and hugged her close to my chest. Her penis was still erect, and so was mine.   

She managed to look at me with this glazed expression of lust and weakness. Her lips were soft and inviting… The perfect shade of desert beauty. Her appearance respected her status as a goddess since she was absolutely gorgeous and divine.   

And she was in my arms– my hands were rubbing her back.  

Before I knew it, I found myself leaning forward, inch by inch, until our lips touched. It was a simple kiss-- one full of emotional desire. Itarr gradually let my tongue investigate her mouth and submitted to my oral conquest.   

“That was a kiss,” I explained. “You do it with people you love.” 

“A…kiss? Do you have this love for me? What is it?” 

“The one thing I'm sure of is the adoration I have for my savior– for my goddess that granted me a second chance. How are you feeling?”  

“I don't know. My head is…unorganized. My eyes feel heavy. I should not be feeling like–”  

“It could be the side effects of gaining a body. Here, let's try this…”  

“Ah– what are–”  

“It's called a princess carry,” I said, standing up with Itarr in my arms. I walked into the tower with her in my grasp and sat near the central staircase. Only I had Itarr's head in my lap with my hand cupped around her cheek. “Close your eyes and rest. You may need to adjust to this. Remember when I arrived at the Crimson Grotto? I cannot feel sleepy or lethargic, yet I needed to allow my body to adjust during that first night.”  

“But I still have questions!”  

“About your body and feelings?” Itarr nodded. “I'll answer anything I can to the best of my ability when you wake up. I promise.”  

Itarr nodded a second and showed me a divine smile. The trust she had in me made my heart skip a beat.   

The goddess remained asleep for what felt like five or six hours. Meanwhile, I just stroked her hair and kept myself occupied by looking at the clothing I got from those pink monotonia dens. They were all so revealing and lewd, but I couldn't deny their appeal. Since I was living with a pair of prostitutes, I wondered about dressing in something more comfortable? I saw more of Nimyra when she was naked, not clothed. 

Ah, I could decide later, but I narrowed my choices down.   

When my lovely little goddess opened her eyes, I answered all her pressing questions about her new penis to the best of my ability. We spent maybe an hour or two having fun with each other.   

She got brave and wanted to hold my dick in her mouth. The whole reason Itarr became horny was that she saw Nimyra and me in bed. Something clicked in her head, and that was when she started experimenting with her hands, eventually discovering masturbation.   

That explained why she ignored me. I wondered if her curiosity somehow evolved her to the next level– going from a vague red humanoid form of energy to becoming shapelier. The next evolution? Distinct features and qualities-- leading to the goddess I saw before me.

After a few minutes, I taught Itarr how to use her mouth to satisfy her cravings.   

She hesitated to let me return the favor, but the goddess was willing to let me touch her. In return, I allowed the same. We spent a lot of time with her hands crawling over the other. We jerked each other off, and I stroked her shaft while she sucked herself for the first time.   

Seeing her cute mouth overflow with her spunk…  

Cumming while witnessing that?  

I could get used to it.   

Time passed, and we were sitting with her knees touching each other, my hand holding her cock and hers gently rubbing mine. All around us was the multitude of evidence of our lewd time together. Sperm was as far as the eye could see, and a chunk of the bloody fountain turned creamy and thickened dramatically.   

“Ahh~~~” Itarr climaxed, her penis shaking and convulsing. I felt the semen rush through her cock and out the tip. I guided her penis to mine, and we rubbed our tips together. Our crotches were so slippery and sensitive that it wasn't even funny. Her hands went to my chest, and she used what I taught her and rolled them around her palms. She felt their weight and bounciness and compared them to her own boobs.   

But with that done, it sadly marked the end of our experimenting sexual tryst. Itarr used the ring to clean my body. And just like that– all the proof was gone. It didn't take her ten seconds to restore our soul world back to normal, but I didn't know where she stashed the sexual fluids.   

“I love you, Servi. After what we discussed, I don't think there is anything else to describe the butterflies in my stomach and the tightness in my chest."   

“I love you too. I think it's about time for me to wake up. We've been here a while.” I took Itarr by the hand and pressed my forehead to hers.   

I needed to know something before closing my eyes and returning to reality. I had a ring. Itarr didn't.   

Her answer?  

She…really didn't know. I was technically a goddess since I had taken her power, so maybe there was just one ring? It wasn't like she needed it to cast spells.   

Then again, we shared a soul. Why not share a ring?