Interconnected: Spliced Souls

Upon reaching the top floor of the Crimson Grotto, I used my key to unlock the door. But it suddenly swung open, revealing a lingerie-dressed Nimyra shouting my name. Her eyes were red from crying. Se–Servi!!!” She threw herself at me, wrapping her arms around my head and forcing my cheeks to become acquainted with her titties. She quickly grabbed my hand and pulled me inside, slamming and locking the door in one fell swoop.   

“Sorry to have worried you,” I eked out, my voice muffled.   

Nimyra dragged me over to the couch and asked a thousand questions. She didn't think much of the smoke until she saw a group of customers leaving through the secret exit with their guards. 

Then she felt a feeling in her gut that made her sick to her stomach. Nimyra thought the worst had happened. She ventured to the lobby and spoke to Meghann and a few others, but Nimyra was forced to return to her room for her safety.   

Guess my chaos had more effect than I thought. When I emerged from Cassidy's hidden exit and rounded the corner to the long, upward road separating the slums from everything else, I was met with four guards bearing the Crimson Grotto insignia.   

“If I didn't have that card you gave me, I'd have been fucked. I don't exactly look like someone whose company you would have.”  

We talked, and she almost interrogated me about what I did while out. She believed me when I said I went to Cassidy's.   

And she didn’t press the issue or ask for any specifics.  

I didn’t want to lie to her– not to someone as kind as her, who took in a complete stranger and gave her a place to rest and food to eat, no matter how unnecessary those were to me. But having the truth come out? It was one thing when the secret concerned memories, but it was another thing entirely to reveal that I destroy some dens of depravity peddling some bullshit pill without a scratch or blemish. No matter how powerful of an illusionist she believed me to be, I hadn’t shown her the power to pull off that lie. Besides, telling her would… It would probably make her fearful of me. I didn’t care if Cassidy was scared.   

But Nimyra? Having her treat me like a monster and throw me out? I didn’t require food or substance, but having her hatred… It made my heart hurt. 

Shit, I probably should’ve asked about the 'Patron.’ I probably could’ve gotten some info. But once I find out who the patron is and kill them… I’ll have to tell Nimyra the whole truth. Even if I’m scared of her reaction, it’s the least I can do.  

Nimyra rubbed her teary eyes. “You’re safe, right? You’re not hurt or anything?”  

“I’m fine. There isn’t a scratch on me. You don't believe me? Why don’t you check me out yourself? It wouldn’t be the first time you saw me naked.”  

“Oh, aren’t you a little smooth talker, haha.” It was nice hearing Nimyra’s cute laugh. The saddened expression vanished for something better suited for her. She wiped her eyes, stood, and stretched, raising her arms to the sky. “Why don't we head to bed? You haven't gotten much sleep, have you?”  

I shook my head and smiled at her smile. “Not really. But how’s Lucy?” We stood up and walked to our rooms.   

“She woke after my last client left. We had dinner together and took a nice bath, but she fell asleep before we got out. But I have a good feeling about tomorrow morning. She’ll be joining us for breakfast, I hope. And her foot's healing much faster.”  

“I can use my healing magic on her. It’s gotten stronger since last time. Maybe it'll be in tip-top shape tomorrow?”  

“Leveled it up, have you? And thanks. I appreciate that.” We stopped by Lucy’s room and crept in, finding the girl snuggled tightly against a giant stuffed bear. 

She looks a little better. That's good.  

I pressed a glimmering hand to her forehead, brushed a few strands of apricot-colored hair, and stacked [Minor Heal] to its limit. Nimyra watched the soft, white glow envelop her close friend, and her eyes were about to start leaking salty water. A shake of my head stopped her. She nodded, and we left, gently closing the door without noise.  

Right away, she tightly hugged me and whispered her thanks in my ear. Her voice was heartfelt, and she pressed her breasts against mine.  

“Hey, why don't you sleep with me tonight?” Nimyra brushed the hair from my eyes.   

“Are you sure about that?”  

“Umm…” Uncharacteristically, Nimyra rubbed her left arm and bit her lip. “I won’t lie… Tonight… It brought back some awful memories of the past. Something like this happened long ago. I…was forced to be a comfort woman for soldiers ransacking a city. I couldn’t escape in time, and… And I have two soft pillows... I’m sure it's more comfortable than whatever’s–” 

Comfort woman? 

It’s a woman who’s forced to relieve the stress of soldiers in times of war by offering her body. My phone was in my pocket, so I sent a text. I didn't even have to look at the screen to type the message.  

“Hey, I understand. If my being there will make it even an ounce easier, I’ll sleep with you any day of the week.” 

“Keep talking like that, and you’ll have any girl swoon over you, dear.” Nimyra cutely smiled, grabbed me by the hand, and opened the door. It wasn't nearly as messy as last time.  

She walked to the bed and sat down, rubbing her hands against the soft covers. 

She removed her clothes and flung them into a nearby basket, then pulled back the velvet covers after fluffing the pillows before slipping in. Two oil lanterns stood on the dresser on her side of the bed and offered a romantic glow.   

It was fruitless to hide my 7-inch erection behind my hands when I stripped. I crawled into bed and laid beside Nimyra, who rested on her side with a grin. She looked at my dick. “Can't expect you to sleep with something like that keeping you awake. I must say I enjoyed your taste the last time. Care to experience it again? It’s the least I can do since you just helped Lucy. Seems like you’re always doing that.”  

“I didn’t do it intending to feel your lips. I did it because I wanted to. But I won’t turn my head at your offer. Especially after you took care of me in the bath earlier... Did you have this planned from the beginning?” I chuckled, guiding her illustrious palm to my raging erection. Her touch was soft and experienced in how she worked my shaft. Those delicate fingers lightly peeled back the foreskin, exposing the reddened tip.

Suddenly, it shrunk until it was about 3 inches. She went surprised, then realized what had happened when I told her about [Lover's Blossom]. 

“Maybe I did. You caught me conducting business, so I intended to offer it regardless once you returned. I’m Lando’s Queen of Night, so why don’t I show you how I got this name? By the time I'm done with my clients, I often have them singing my name in the sweetest voice, swearing fealty while I squeeze their balls dry. Ahh, you like it when I massage the tip, don't you? I pride myself on having the softest hands in the Crimson Grotto. Oh, but I'm sure you know that already...but why don't I make sure? Oh, small ones can be more fun than big ones, you know. I'm glad to see your little friend is so adaptable, hehe!"

“It feels so good when you have it in your palm like that, but we don’t have to do this. If what’s happening reminds you of what happened, then there's no need to comfort me like this.”  

“No, dear. That’s in the past. This is now. I won’t let that bind me more than it already has. I’m so far and away from someone else that my younger self would cry tears of joy if she were to lay eyes on me.”  

“Your younger self wanted you to be a prostitute?”  

“Perhaps not, but I have safety. I have money and status. Fame and fortune. I’ll never want for anything else in the world. And I won’t be subject to the bastards who only wish to break a woman and watch them cry. My clients are exclusively gentle and caring. They wouldn’t dream of harming a hair on my head because they fear my retaliation. They’re good men and women at heart. And let me make this clear. I'm comforting you because I want to do this. I want to share a bed with you. And I want to touch you like this. Having the freedom to make that choice is different than being at sword point and forced to spread my legs if I didn't want to die.”  

“I didn’t mean it like that. I’m sorry.”  

“Hmm… You better be, hehe! Guess I’ll have to punish this naughty penis. I hope you’re ready for it, darling…” Her eyes went wide again when it grew to 8 inches. “God, it’s just so big… And so delicious... It smells amazing...” 

I put my hand around hers. We jerked off my dick while staring into the other’s eyes.  

“Sweetie? What’s wrong? Your hand’s stopped.”  

“Ah, sorry. It was just feeling so good I almost lost myself. But hold on." I sat up and spread my legs. Nimyra got the idea and crawled in front of me before sitting down. She spread her legs wide while continuing to jerk me off. She gazed into my eyes, which couldn't contain her surprise when my penis grew large enough to reach my warm lips.   

I pressed my tits together and licked the tip, staring into Nimyra's eyes. She spread her womanhood and masturbated, making lewd sounds. The Drow Elf leaned close, kissing the shaft.   

“I've never seen a girl suck her own cock. It's so hot… You're far bigger than the centaurs I've been with.”  

“Mmn… I'm feeling crazy right now.” My voice was passionate and hot. After wetting the tip, I licked the side closest to me while Nimyra took the one closest to her. Our hot breaths tickled the engorged head, and the two tongues nearly sent me over the edge.   

She used her pussy juice-covered hand to stimulate my balls, and the other worked the entire shaft. Nimyra eventually took it in her mouth and worked her tongue. It was impossible for her to take the shaft's length, considering it was as long as a horse's cock.   

But that didn't stop her from trying.   

“Holy fuck… Don't stop… I'm– I'm about to cum… Aaahhh~~~” I threw my head back and panted, groping my chest and pinching my nipples as a torrential river of semen ejaculated into Nimyra's mouth. It was much more intense than when she sucked me off the last time. I was about six or seven inches then. But the amount of my emission varied with the size of my cock.   

Something to know for the future.   

But now wasn't the future.   

Nimyra squirmed and removed her mouth, a literal flood of semen flowing from the corners of her mouth while electric shocks surged through my penis. I quickly wrapped my lips and got drunk off my flavor, enjoying the succulent sweetness as it coated my throat. It was like thickened jam or honey– and just as delicious. Nimyra was short of breath and painted, her eyes glazed over lewdly.   

Sweat dripped from her face and coated her chest in a sexy gleam. She extended a hand and pushed me to the bed, straddling my legs while entrapping my shaft between her chest. Wordlessly, she started to suck me off again while grinding her pussy against my thigh.   

I reached around and slapped her ass, grabbing large handfuls while she pushed me over the brink. I came in her mouth, but she suddenly pressed her stomach against mine, sandwiching my still-ejaculating penis between us. “Be a good girl and open your mouth.”  

I obliged instantly. Nimyra tucked her hair behind her ears and opened her mouth, allowing what she managed to catch before my ejaculation forced it down her throat to drip onto my tongue. Her lips were an inch away, and the insides of her mouth were sticky and white. Her spit was so tasty when combined with my sperm, and I swallowed it all as my penis throbbed another six times.   

By the end, she was left a sweaty mess, and I was a moaning woman in heat. But cumming that hard felt so good that it was difficult to explain. Nimyra pressed her chest to mine and crawled backwards, running her tongue along my torso and stomach to lick the thick evidence of a monstrous climax. She ran her lips down my shrinking shaft and placed the flaccid two inches in her mouth, cleaning it until it shimmered in the dull light provided by the lanterns. “Between you and I, it's more fun to suck on the soft ones. They're much cuter and more fun to play with,” she said. Nimyra leaned back.  "And I happen to prefer them when they're like this. It’s just so much more intimate, and I like that.” 

Instantly, I leaned forward and kissed her cheek while grabbing her ass. She giggled and kissed me back on the nose, then said she wanted to prepare a bath.   

I said that wasn't necessary and used the ring to free us from our sexual proof, surprising her even more. Nimyra thought it was an illusion, but she got out of bed and looked at herself in the mirror. No matter where she looked, she couldn't find a trace of sweat or sperm.   

“The mysteries never seem to end with you, do they?”  

“I suppose not,” I replied, staring at her jiggling breasts. She did another haughty grin and raised her hands, leaning forward to exaggerate her boobs’ sway.   

“Here, I'll let you suck on them all you want,” she whispered, crawling over me while purposely running her tongue across my balls. I slapped her ass, making her moan.   

Nimyra laid down on her side, and I closed the distance. Her nipples were beautiful. And large, and perky, and the prettiest shade of light purple. She guided my dick to her thighs and closed her legs. Her juices coated my shaft. She pulled the covers up to our waists while I suckled a nipple, swirling my tongue in a feeble attempt to produce milk.   

Everyone had their fetishes. Suppose this one was hers. Nimyra's horny moans meant she was getting off on this.   

“If you ever want to take this to the next level, all you must do is ask, and I'll spread my legs for you, cutie pie.” Nimyra kissed my forehead and wrapped her slender, comforting arms around my back.   

“I'm–”  

“Don't apologize. Besides, it feels funny when your mouth is full, haha.”  

“But you did that for me, and I'm not doing much for you.”  

“Oh? You want to make me climax? Truth be told, I got off when I rubbed my pussy against your thigh. I…have a fetish for that kind of rubbing play. I'm surprised you didn't tell by the way my body shivered. Then again, I can understand why you didn't notice it. I'll make a deal with you. If you're hesitant to go all the way, why don't we take care of each other's needs like we did? Does that sound good?”  

Instead of replying, I continued sucking and folded my arms around her hips, squeezing her ass.  

“Guess we have a deal. Hehe! Be sure to suck all you want. Mommy's not going anywhere…”  

But before I knew it…  

…I was back in our soul world, staring up at the never-ending black tower whilst standing in front of an infinite fountain of blood.