Interconnected: Spliced Souls

I stayed at Srassa's place until well after dinner, and her servants prepared a wonderful feast of meat stew, freshly baked bread, and a mouthwatering dessert of apple pie, complete with homemade whipped cream churned using something called unicorn sugar. It was probably called that for the taste, which was downright savory and utterly sweet. Momo's tail wagged non-stop throughout the entire meal. 

But it was lonely at the table. Just the three of us with a row of maids and butlers standing by to get anything we may have needed. Momo looked like she was used to this. Srassa was raised on this, and I knew I needed to adjust. This uncomfortable feeling might have been related to past missing memories, or it could have been just a hint of who I was. In the latter case, perhaps I was still myself, even after losing what defined me as a person? 

There was a time to delve deep into those thoughts, but it wasn't now. 

Shortly after dinner, We went to the courtyard, looking at the beautiful sky... 

No one said a word, and we merely practiced the calming hobby of stargazing. 

Before it got too late, though, I had to leave. Srassa offered to have one of her carriages take me to the Crimson Grotto, and I thanked her kindly and accepted. In no time, one was waiting in front of the estate. Four beautiful white stallions pulled it.  

My friends joined me on the ride home. Four guards walked alongside the carriage, and we discussed the small party we wanted to have. The easiest solution was to have Srassa's servants prepare the food, but she didn't want that. She wanted all of the prep work to come from our hands. Momo echoed that and said it would mean much more if we enjoyed the fruits of our labor, and I had to agree. There was a world-renowned cook, well, probably world-renowned, living in my ring as my revenant. Albert would have been more than happy to share his knowledge or even cook for me, for that matter. 

But speaking of him, I hadn't had time to learn if spreading blood via my catalyst would heal him. The pain probably wasn't anything overly agonizing, but... 

And I hadn't spoken that much with either him or Itarr. Other than explaining a few terms I didn't know, they were quiet. But they were communicating with each other, right? I sent a quick text to ask, and luckily, they were. Itarr said she was learning a lot about the world from Albert, who said he had spent years teaching the new butlers of the Keywater imperial family how to act with dignity and grace. 

My friends and I planned to meet at the guild in the morning to discuss the party. They both hugged me when the carriage came to a slow stop in front of the only home I'd ever known. 

After some emotional goodbyes, in which I promised I would be there at the right time, I stood by the door, near the guards, and saw the carriage head up the slightly sloped road. Once it took a right, I nodded to the guards, who remembered me, and entered. Meghann was here, so it was nice to see her again. We chatted for a few and caught up, and she profusely apologized for what I endured. She let me go with a hug and told me to come to her if I needed anything, and I thanked her for her kindness before heading to Nimyra's apartment. 

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Upon walking in, Nimyra was kneeling in front of a towel-covered chair with her head in some old man’s lap. His wrinkly hands caressed those pointy ears with so much affection. He rubbed her cheeks and professed his love for her no less than ten times in two seconds.   

It was an accident, but his eyes locked onto mine when he climaxed, shooting his load into Nimyra's mouth. Her ears twitched when the door closed, causing her to spit out a mouthful of thick, white liquid onto a handkerchief.   

“Welcome back, Servi!” she said, standing up.   

“Uhh… Yeah, I'm back.”  

Her client seemed embarrassed and apologized a hundred times while quickly dressing in the nearby suit. He gently caressed Nimyra's hand and kissed it, and she replied by fixing his tie while planting one on his cheek.   

“Ah, he's so cute when he's embarrassed… He's a good man. Very nice. He runs an orphanage in Waveret, and he's here on business because he's thinking about opening one in Canary.”  

“Looks can be deceiving,” I replied.   

“I only choose clients who I'm personally happy with. That's my right as the Queen of Night. I have this social power and standing, so why not put it to better use? Anyways, how was your day?” Nimyra walked to the sink and mixed a few items she had prepared. Based on how she gargled and swooshed the minty-green liquid in her mouth... 

It was probably mouthwash. 

I asked about Lucy, and she said she was doing fine. She remained in her room, reading a pamphlet about Adenaford Academy while Nimyra was conducting business.   

“Why don't you go and get in the bath? If you don't mind, I'll be joining you shortly.”  

“Okay. See you then,” I waved, walked away, and did just that. Albert said he would leave me be when I turned the doorknob, and Itarr and I chatted while waiting for the bathtub to fill.   

“Ahhh… It always feels so good… Just think. If I could have normal skills, I could've combined a water spell with a fire spell and have superheated baths whenever I wanted…” I spread my legs and stretched my arms, but my eyes caught a glimpse of my erect nipples.   

It…had been a while… And my hands just started to stray downward by themselves. My cock read my lustful thoughts and grew until the shaft snaked through my breasts.   

The tip was right there, poking me in the lips.   

I'm doing the same thing, Servi. I've abstained from masturbation after I let it consume me…  

“It feels like we're doing this together, doesn't it?” I licked the tip and stroked my shaft with both hands, arching my back slightly to get a better taste.  

When you visit our soul world, can we do this again? When I'm with you, it feels different than by myself.   

“Sure. Hey… Tell me exactly what you're doing… I want it in detail…”  

I'm on my back… My legs are spread, and my…penis… It feels so good when I rub it…  

Itarr and I proceeded to talk dirty while masturbating. She said her hips thrust wildly when her hands moved faster, but she wanted more.   

I did, too. Whereas I sat on my knees in the bath, Itarr rammed her cock into one of the pillows stolen from Viridian's room and humped to her contents. She mentioned her balls slamming into the soft bed sent little shocks up her crotch. The goddess tightly squeezed it around her shaft and moaned.   

My legs… They're weak… And the feeling… It won't… Goo… Away… Servi… It's… It's… Coming…... Mmmmmnnnn…. 

Itarr's sexy panting got me extremely horny. I sucked myself off to the sound of her climaxing and filled my mouth with my sweet semen.   

You know, that was a major pro in this. The taste of my ejaculation partly depended on my thoughts… And I wanted something sugary…  

Itarr passionately announced her penis was backing down. She said the gooey semen was soaking through the pillow and covering the rest of her shaft.   

My balls tightened a second time when I climaxed again-- if only to enjoy more of my personal flavor.   

I leaned back, nearly hitting my shoulders against the tub’s walls as semen flowed past my pursed lips and dripped onto my titties. My cock had shrunk slightly, and the tip was getting covered and smothered in its emission.   

Itarr went for three more rounds while I called it here. My lust was definitely sated. Besides, I had to change the bath water and refill the tub.   

The door opened a few seconds later, but it wasn't Nimyra.  It was a woman with goat horns. Her ears were folded flat against her head. I couldn't see them.

 

 

“Lucy? Care to join me?”  

“If… If it isn't a problem… I want to talk to you.” She entered the tub, but I caught her glancing at my penis, which was flaccid at about 8 inches. She sat across from me and hugged her knees to her chest. Then she shook her head, sending soft hair across those hesitant eyes. “Here, let me wash your back. Is... Is that fine?”  

After nodding, I stood, my cock in full view, approached her, turned around, and rested on my knees. She gathered a washcloth and soap from the nearby rack and lathered it up.   

“There's…” she started to say when she touched my back. Lucy's force was almost non-existent, barely enough to keep the cloth from falling into the now-cleaned water.   

I remained quiet. It seemed like Lucy needed it.   

“It's funny. Or maybe it isn't. But for the longest time, I wasn't myself. I knew I wasn't, but I watched someone else pretend to be me. It was right after Ni-Ni saved me in Adenaford.” It appeared Lucy found her voice. “She knew the me being controlled more than my actual self. But she said she loved me all the same. That I'm still her Lucy… Her Lu-Lu…”  

She went on to say she never wanted to be a prostitute. It wasn't even something she actively desired. Whereas I thought she wanted to be one because Nimyra displayed there could be love, trust, and compassion in lovemaking…  

It turned out that was completely wrong. This whole time, Lucy was being forced to fuck other men and women– Myrokos had engraved an order in the brainwashing he used on her, but for what reason? Was it to keep tabs on Nimyra?  

No… They probably wanted to use Lucy to spy. Nimyra’s clients are socially and politically very powerful. Goddamn, that’s diabolical...  

It wouldn't be wrong to say that Lucy was finally able to be herself for the first time in a long time.   

“I'm finally free. I won't have to do that anymore… But… I can't stop myself…from thinking about it… My body was overwritten by hundreds of men… My pussy is tingling, and I can't stop it… No matter how many times I touch myself or use toys… I know I’m not being controlled anymore, but... After doing it for so long... I’m just nothing but a whore... That man was right... I’ll never be anything more... You don’t know...”  

“But I do know,” I said, cutting her off with words filled with accidental unnecessary aggression. She listened and softly wept as I told her of my lacking memories. That I knew nothing– not even a hint of who I used to be. Foolish it may have been, I intended for these words to comfort Lucy…  

And perhaps it worked?  

No... It didn’t...  

Lucy started to cry as she rested her head on my shoulder and pressed her perky breasts against my back. She said my story was so sad...that it wasn’t fair.  

“And I said those things... I was so mean and ugly to you... I...” Her soapy hands traveled to my crotch. She grasped my flaccid shaft and slowly stroked me off. “My body... It’s dirty... It’s filthy and soiled, but it’s all I have... I can... I can apologize like this, right? Servi, please don’t hate me... I promise I’ll be good... I--” 

Lucy needs therapy... She needs it badly... 

Instantly, I moved her hands away and turned around. She seemed shocked after I grabbed her shoulders.  

“I’ve already forgiven you, Lucy. I’m not upset. I’m not mad. I’m not anything except happy you’re back. You don’t have to do this anymore.”  

She was too stunned to speak.  

“No matter what happens, you have a friend in me. You’re a good girl. I know you are. From how Nimyra speaks of you... You’re going to be fine. If you need my help, you’re going to get it.”  

She jumped into my arms and cried. I rubbed the poor girl’s back and tried to speak sweetly. But even while shedding tears...even while she melted in my arms... Lucy continued to press her crotch against my knee while endlessly apologizing. “I can’t stop it... I can’t stop... It... It itches too much... I’m sorry... I’m sorry!!!” 

That goddamn Viridian really fucked her over… When I catch him… His death won't be easy… I'll make that son of a bitch pay a thousand times over… 

“Tonight...” I gently pushed her away and placed a hand on her chest. My other hand guided her trembling, slender fingers to my erect cock. She grasped slightly as my touch descended lower until it was right above her pussy. “I'll do all I can… If you have an itch, I'll scratch it. If you can't let it out, I'll make it come out. But only tonight…” 

“Ahhh~~~” Lucy was already dripping wet when I stuck two fingers inside her. Her inner folds were fleshy and nearly blistering hot, and it didn't take long to find her ‘magic’ spot. She was like a pile of putty in my hands. The way her thighs quivered foreshadowed one of her many constant, rapid climaxes. Before long, she gyrated her hips closer to my fingers and leaned close, jerking off my cock.  

She apologized through those mournful wails and ecstasy-filled moans about what she said to Srassa and Momo when they visited Nimyra.   

She had called me a disgusting freak with something nasty between my legs…  

But she didn't do it. She wasn't in control– Myrokos and Viridian were the ones responsible.   

But this means my friends know I have a little extra equipment they don't have. That's fine. I know they won't treat me any differently. But I can’t do this again with Lucy. This is a one-time-only deal. I’m not the right person to comfort her, but she needs my help tonight. 

I felt myself edge close to the limit when Lucy started licking my neck. Her eyes were glazed over, nearly rolling to the back of her head when I spurted my hot ejaculate all over her hand and wrist. She came at the same time, squirting like crazy. Her juices just poured like a waterfall.   

“Lucy!” I called her name and caught her before she fell. And just like that, she promptly fell asleep. Or passed out. One of the two. But I was left a naked girl and a mess to clean up.   

Itarr handled it all for me.   

Nimyra soon entered the bathroom and asked what happened. I told her, and then once we dried off and dressed, we tucked Lucy into her bed while returning to Nimyra’s room.  

There wasn't any funny business. Instead, I talked to Nimyra about Lucy and a little shindig my friends wanted to throw.