Interconnected: Spliced Souls

Our next destination was the Sunset Inn, an aptly named place doused in faint reds and crimsons to mimic the setting sun. It was more horizontal than tall, so more like a 1-floor building with a ton of space rather than relying on verticality to pack as many people into it as possible.   

The opposite of the Crimson Grotto.   

The moment we slid the sliding doors open, I felt the place was homey. The wooden beams and rustic décor added to that charm, but the cozy fireplace to the left helped. The dancing flames cast a gentle glow, enhanced by the scent of fragrant herbs and delicious meals from the nearby kitchen.   

The elderly couple standing behind the desk greeted us as if we were old friends. One room was 30 dupla, and it came without anything else. For 40, we got dinner. Ten more got us breakfast the following morning, and 60 dupla got us breakfast, lunch, dinner, and a room with a personal bath.   

“Hot spring?!” Momo and Srassa exclaimed.   

“Yes,” replied the elderly woman. Her wrinkled face was smiling gently. “The Sunset Inn has a water sluice to let in water from the sea. The sun warms the geothermal stones the inn is built on and heats the water. We also have two public baths. At night, we close one to clean and turn the other into a unisex bath. In the morning, we do the same for the other one.”  

We had the money for the expensive room. When added with the bonus reward from that shipping company’s president, it left us with enough for three nights. We needed to earn 60 dupla daily to afford it. 

Dineria asked if we were up to the challenge, and we definitely were.   

However, the 60 dupla was just one room. And the beds weren’t actual beds. They were sleeping mats, apparently popular in the innkeeper’s hometown. They took up less space than a bed, so you could fit ten or fifteen in the room.   

Momo seemed a bit hesitant. I knew she had spied on me, and I’d seen her face when she climaxed. And the private bath meant we might bathe together. Group baths seemed like a staple here, so perhaps nudity was accepted.   

Everyone had a body, and everyone was naked under their clothes. The body wasn’t inherently sexual. It was just that—a body.    

Once Dineria said sleeping in the same room would improve our friendship, Momo readily accepted. We paid the tab and followed the elderly woman to our room on the other side of the inn. The main hall stretched far, filled with the chatter of patrons enjoying their evening. The softened lighting enhanced the mood. I almost wanted to sit in an open chair and join in on the storytelling, but stuff like that could wait until later.   

We passed by the bar, and the friendly barkeeper threw up a wave and welcomed us to the inn. Dineria eyed the alcohol hard, so it didn’t take a genius to guess she would spend some time there. I would probably join her if I was being honest with myself. Dineria was a great woman and someone I’d like to know better. And maybe we could chat about my…unique situation.   

We turned at the end, and our room was at the end of the lantern-lit hallway. 

This was apparently the fancy room, I guess. For 60 dupla, I suppose it had better be this way.    

The woman retrieved a key from her sleeves and unlocked the door. She handed it to Dineria after Momo slid it open, and it was almost breathtaking. The simple and comfortable furnishings welcomed us into the large room. The door to the private bath led to a secluded changing room—and beyond that was the hot spring, and it was outside! Bathing underneath the warm, beautiful glow of the moonlight sounded fun.   

“Additional sleeping mats are in the closet. That’s where you’ll find the towels and robes. Would you like to have dinner in the dining hall, or shall I bring it to you?”  

We decided to have dinner in our room for the night since today was exhausting. The innkeeper nodded, then left us alone.   

Deep down, I was fine bathing as a group. Momo, however, probably sensed I wouldn’t yet be comfortable with it because I had a penis—not that she was aware I had caught her peeking-- and asked Srassa and Dineria if they wanted to walk around the inn. My cat-eared friend told me I could take the first bath, and I thanked her.    

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“Ooooohhhh man… This feels so good.” I spread my legs after sitting in the springs with my arms wide. I wasn’t sore or tired, but goddamn did the imaginary lethargy vanish from my bones.    

Aww… Hearing you sound like that is making me jealous, Servi! I want to take one…  

“It seriously feels amazing… We're coming back here when you can leave the ring. And…” I moved a hand to my dick and rubbed the shaft. It was adorable, but it soon awoke. “And we can have sex it… I know it’s been a while, but—” 

We’re going to have to wait, aren’t we? Before we can do it again?  

I nodded. “We’re sleeping in the same room. It’ll be hard because I noticed my body tends to jerk off when we’re doing it in our soul world. I’m sorry.”  

Don’t apologize, Servi I’m…touching myself right now—as we speak. Doing the same as you…  

“Yeah?”  

Yes, I am. We look similar, so when I close my eyes, I pretend it’s your breasts... And my penis is rubbing them…and it’s your tongue and lips…and your hands…  

My penis broke the water's surface, and I used both hands to stroke the shaft.   

Itarr’s moaning excited me…and right on the cusp of a monstrous climax, I wrapped my lips around the tip and squeezed my tits together. Jerking my hips, I ejaculated deep down my throat, the white, sticky liquid sticking to it like syrup.   

“It’s been so long… Oh…” What little bit fell from my lips was cleaned by the ring, and I watched my penis shrink. But it remained hard and long enough for the tip to breach the water’s surface.  

Before getting in, I used a handful of oils and soaps that smelled like coastal ocean flowers and citrus.   

But it had been around twenty minutes since I dipped in, so I stood and used the ring to dry off. At that time, the door suddenly opened.   

“Oh, you’re still in the bath?” Dineria asked, wrapped in a towel while holding one of the white, fluffy robes provided by the inn. Her eyes immediately went to my noticeable erection. It was pointing straight at her.    

 

 

“That’s a sight you don’t see every day.” Dineria removed her towel and sat on a small chair. You were supposed to prewash your body before getting in. She doused her long, beautiful hair with the warm water and ran her soap-covered hands through her luscious locks. “Servi, could I ask you to wash my back?”  

“Uhh… Okay…” I stepped out of the bath and kneeled behind Dineria. She handed me the oil, and I lathered my hands and rubbed her back—while maintaining an erection. “And you don’t have anything to comment?”  

“Not really.”  

“A girl with a penis is…just normal to you?” I asked, slightly bewildered.    

“Hehe! It almost sounds like you’re upset. Would you rather me cry out, blush, and run into the room, slamming the door?”  

“No, it’s not that. I...don’t want things to get weird.”  

“Why would that happen? Are you not my student? Having something extra there isn’t going to make me treat you differently. If anything, it means the world is more open than I thought. And maybe it might be a hint to your memories.”  

“That’s one way to look at it, I guess. Thanks, Dineria. This reminds me of when Nimyra walked in on me in the bath. It’s odd it happened twice—both with elves. But since you’re here, can I talk with you about something?”  

“Sure.” I finished washing her back, and then we entered the springs. My penis still breached the water-- that was… a little weird. But Dineria didn’t see it that way. She relaxed and spread her arms and legs, not hiding a delicate detail about her sexy body.  Her healthy breasts were something. And the way she swung her hips when walking made her ass jiggle—almost like she was displaying her eroticism.    

I spoke to her about Albert and his ability—primarily relating to [Necromancy] without calling it that.   

“Returning a dead monster to life and have it fight for you? And sacrifice corpses to summon skeletons? I’ve never heard of a spirit with that power,” Dineria said. She scooted close to me until her legs touched mine. Her friendly smile was sweet and heartwarming.   

“Momo and Srassa know about it. But the scythe seems important. Using it is risky because what if the previous owners come for it? And if I were to use Albert’s skills around other people? That stigmatism won’t be with just me. It’s going to pass to Momo and Srassa. And I don’t want that.”  

Dineria said she understood where I was coming from. “Srassa’s the daughter of a powerful man. If anything happens to her, half of the kingdom’s military will mobilize to rescue her once word reaches Harold. I’m not saying your worry is childish or unneeded, but I think you’re fine. Spirits come in all different shapes, sizes, and abilities. So... Who knows, Albert’s scythe might’ve been forged in a secret, hidden place. Besides, if anyone gives you trouble, send them to me, okay? Even after the mentorship ends, you three are still my students.”  

“That makes me feel better. Thanks. But… Maybe I want to get stronger first before Albert openly uses his abilities.” 

I’d have the strength I desired if I didn’t lose my skills. Imagine skill stacking [Multi-Shot] a few dozen times to have a thousand arrows coming at you… But Albert wouldn't be here if the [Forbidden Skill System] passed me by.    

“That’s not a bad idea, and you’re welcome, Servi. Now… what about that? It’s been waving hello to me since we sat down.” She pointed to my dick.   

“Yeah… When it gets like this…”  

“I know all about it, sweetie. I’m not a virgin. Here, let me share a secret with you.” In the past, Dineria said she was what most would call a woman with loose morals. She didn’t sell her body like Nimyra, but Dineria often drank at bars and went home with men and women, human and wildkin. She valued her sexuality and loved her body. She wasn’t afraid or ashamed of it. Other elves often chastised her about living the life she led, but she didn’t care.    

“You know… I could fix your little problem…” Dineria scooted a little bit closer until our shoulders were touching. “I am curious about how it works, considering you’re a woman with both parts.”  

I told her it read the thoughts of myself and my partners and adjusted automatically in terms of length, girth, and taste. Two seconds later, it grew another ten inches before Dineria’s eyes. Her luscious, pink lips gasped, then it became much smaller.   

“But… I don’t know if we can do this. Momo and Srassa might come back. It’ll go away on its own.”  

“Are you sure?”  

I nodded.   

If Dineria was disappointed, she didn’t let it show. She continued her enjoyable bath. When I dried and equipped my overalls out of nowhere, she told me she was jealous of my ring.  

I closed the door behind me and relaxed on the sleeping mat until Srassa and Momo returned to the room. A moment later, Dineria emerged from the bath. Her robe was loosely tied around her gorgeous body and showed off a good helping of her blissful cleavage and enticing thighs. After Dineria said something about her armor, Srassa excused herself to the bath. The noble returned a few minutes later wearing a robe.   

Srassa was pretty.   

Her skin was flawless, and her cuteness shot up 9,001% after Dineria put her hair in a ponytail. 

 

 

 Momo said she felt like the odd one out and slipped into the hot springs. When she returned, the elderly woman who showed us our room knocked on the door. She pushed a tray of food and drink. Dineria, Momo, and Srassa passed out the food while I went and changed into a robe.   

I didn’t want to be the only one not wearing, and then it was time to chow down.  

Momo and I joined the robe-wearing club a few minutes later, and then it was time to eat dinner.    

It was a fun time. The food was delicious. The seaside trout was prepared four ways, each tastier than the last. The butternut squash salad rocked my world, and the tomato soup and bread, while plain, went incredibly well with the fruity sparkling juice.  

The moon had long been in the sky after everyone was full. Srassa yawned and rubbed her eyes, her robe loosening just a bit to show the top of her boobs. Momo was in a similar state of dress, although her face was flushed red. The sparkling juice was alcoholic—something we didn’t know until Dineria said something.   

The drink was almost gone by then, so we finished it. Momo and Srassa were drunk, but the exhaustion quickly lulled them to sleep.   

Dineria and I stayed up to talk a little bit more about Albert and using his abilities in public.   

“Good night, Servi.” Dineria laid her head on the pillow and looked my way.   

“Good night,” I replied. She gave me a sweet smile and closed her eyes.   

I wasn’t far behind.