Interconnected: Spliced Souls

After the speech, I went to Srassa’s house and spent the afternoon with her and Momo. Srassa’s parents were attending a late dinner with the duchess, but Jony was here with a dozen maids and butlers.   

Being waited on hand and foot felt…odd. More uncomfortable than anything else. Srassa was obviously used to it, but I noticed she always relied on Jony. Rarely did she ask the others to do anything. And when night came upon us, we were no closer to coming up with a party name. But Momo said that was fine. Sometimes, brainstorming was fun because it got the ideas floating around.   

A carriage with the Flynn emblem embedded onto the side escorted me to the Crimson Grotto, and I waved goodbye to my friends.   

I walked into Nimyra’s apartment to find her and Lucy eating dinner. My stomach had room for more, so I joined the table for fish, salad, eggs, and sausage. We talked while taking a bath together.     

“So, tomorrow’s the big day?” I asked, rubbing my arms with a cloth filled with scented soap. The warm water felt so nice.    

“Yes, it is. We’ll be departing bright and early. It’ll take about a week to arrive in Lando, then a week or two to get Lucy settled in, and then around 7 days to return,” Nimyra said. She sat behind Lucy and washed her hair. The Goatkin was in a much better spot, but those urges were there. In her words, there was an itch in her crotch she couldn’t scratch, no matter what kind of toys she used. But the man she would be staying with specialized in helping girls like her.    

Nimyra’s also been talking to her at night. Those conversations are probably helping a lot. But it’ll take more than this.    

“A month, then?”  

“That sounds right. Why? Are you going to miss me? Ah, close your eyes, dear.” Nimyra used a cup and poured water over Lucy’s lathered hair to rinse away the soapy suds. With that, her bath was done. The Goatkin stepped out of the bed and dried off before retiring to her room to ensure she was packed and ready for the trip.    

“Is it that obvious?” I chuckled, scooting next to the Drow Elf. Her lovely breasts swayed when she turned around.    

“Oh, I think it is. Look down, sweetie. The proof is right there. There’s no need to hide it, you know.”   

“Yes, I know…” I moved my hands, and the tip of my penis poked through the water. “It’s kinda hard to not get one, but Lucy… I didn’t want her to see.”   

“That makes sense, but why don’t I wash it for you?” I stood up when she asked me to, then watched as she gently grabbed my 9” penis with both hands. Her palms were silky soft, and her fingers danced along the shaft before gently stimulating the tip. 

She caressed my balls and rubbed my pussy hidden behind them. 

Yes. I had one.  

When I first activated [Lover’s Blossom], it said something about the process not being reversible without using skills I couldn’t obtain.  

Well, enrolling within the [Forbidden Skill System] and having sex with Itarr must’ve been the key because I had new options. One of those was having male and female parts between my legs. It felt more comfortable than being limited, so I went for it. Itarr had a choice, and she followed my lead.  

We had a lot of fun that night-- becoming each other’s first in more ways than one. It took hours to clean the room—even with our rings. 

I told my Drow Elf friend that it was a skill related to my ‘unknown’ goddess, and she didn’t question it.   

Nimyra added more soap to her hands and rubbed her chest, then pressed her tits together with her elbows while inviting my cock to become intimately familiar. I grabbed her hands and moved my hips, sliding between those bountiful, delicious breasts.   

“Oh, they’re as soft as marshmallows,” I moaned.   

“That’s good. Just let it all out, sweetie… Flood my tits with your semen… Spray it all over me. I’ll have to ring you dry tonight because it’ll be a month before we see each other. I'm sure Meghann would be willing to give you a discount. Perhaps her thighs would be up your alley? I can leave you the money to pay her. Or perhaps she can help you feel a woman’s pleasure? Her tongue… It often brought me to madness when we worked as a pair.”  

Nimyra squeezed harder, increasing the pressure. She licked her lips and teased my face. “Your breathing is sexy… It makes me want to hear more of you, sweetie… Don’t hold it in… Ahh~~~” The building pressure was too much, I climaxed over her chest. I felt the semen blast out, painting her purple skin with white streaks. “My tits feel so hot… That’s a good girl… Give it to me, sweetie…” I stepped back and watched the semen drip to her stomach. Nimyra groped herself. “With this much, I wonder if you’re trying to impregnate my chest. Then again, you’ve always spewed out so much.”  

She looked at my penis, smiled, and cleaned me with her tongue after it shrank by 6 inches.   

Nimyra said she prefers small ones, so... 

I rubbed her head and moaned. Nimyra finished with a quick kiss to the tip, and after helping her wash up, we got out of the tub and dried each other off.   

She grabbed my erection and guided me to her room. Nimyra threw me on the bed and sat on my face. “Be sure to eat it like I taught you, sweetie. Ahh~~~ Mmm~~~ You—You’re a quick learner…” I grabbed her thighs and licked her pussy. She loved it when I used my lips to gently nibble her clit, and she learned I liked to have my balls rubbed.  

We always slept together, and it almost always turned out this way. If we weren’t satisfying our sexual urges, we would cuddle in bed—her hands would rub my penis and pussy, and I would finger her.   

Earlier in our relationship, Nimyra had a fetish for rubbing her pussy against things. She used my legs then, but my face was a more pleasant alternative. Her scent and taste were delicious… I could drown myself in it. Nimyra pleased my shaft and sucked me until I filled her mouth. She swallowed it all while gyrating her hips, climaxing three or four times. She always said my semen tasted like a sweet treat. It was sugar and always surprised her. Nimyra always swallowed to the last drop and teased my clit.   

“And another thick—Servi—What—Kyaa~~~” Nimyra tried to hop off my face, but I held her in place and meticulously assaulted her moistening peach until her flavor filled my mouth. She rolled off onto her side and looked up, her eyes watery with a face of pleasure. I grabbed her hands and rubbed her fingers. After cleaning up, we sat on the bed and talked.   

“You know…” Her voice was strangely melancholy. She hugged her knees to her chest and tucked her hair behind her ears. “When you find a partner, this'll end.”  

“It will?”  

“Mmn. I refuse to be a home wrecker. I won’t be used like that ever again, so my clients must be single. You’re sure to find someone nice someday.”  

“Maybe. But I don’t know…if that’s in the cards for me. With my lacking memories. What if I’m already married? I mean, I don’t think I am, but...”  

“You have a ring, but it looks like an heirloom—not something a spouse gives to their wife. Oh, I have something to give you.” Nimyra leapt from the bed and walked to her closet. She entered and returned with two boxes.   

“Panties? Knee-high Socks?” I asked after opening them.   

“That’s right. You can use those to help yourself if you get lonely.” She made a lewd motion with her hands. “They’re clean, by the way. And they’re soft. I once had a client who climaxed four times in my socks. Ah, not those. I throw them away unless they wish to keep them.”  

I put the garments away and thanked her for the gifts, even if that sounded weird.  Never in my life did I believe I’d talk about putting my penis in a sock and jerking off until now…  

But hey.   

Life was weird like that.   

It was getting late, though. Nimyra and I snuggled under the covers and drifted to sleep…but not before she offered me free reign to use any of her toys if I cleaned them afterwards.  

But I appeared in my soul world, and now it was time to have some lewd fun with Itarr.   

Like always, Albert was gazing at the sky… He enjoyed doing that.   

She was waiting for me in her room, lying on her bed with her penis snaking through her brown breasts. She spread her legs and showed me her drenched crotch, and I stuffed my face, investigating her delicious inner folds with my tongue.   

I enjoyed having sex with Itarr.  

And she really loved it, too.   

Sharing something primal...some deep and emotional...with someone you love...  

That kind of feeling felt the best. 

---

“I can’t believe you remembered… You really came to see me off?”  

It was the following morning, and Nimyra’s apartment wasn’t empty. The Drow Elf, wearing a sleeveless gray sweater with an open crimson coat, a black skirt, and black boots, leaned against the wall. She stared at Lucy, whose face was already slick with tears welling in her eyes.   

“Duh? Why wouldn’t we come? We’re friends, yeah? It’d be unthinkable to not show up,” replied Momo, brightly smiling. Srassa stood next to her butler and offered a pleasant greeting.    

“I’ve heard many wonderful things about the academy. I’m sure it'll be a good experience, Ms. Lucy,” said the noble.   

Lucy wiped her eyes after Jony, whose arm was healed, offered a silk handkerchief. She took it with thanks, yet the emotions poured from her face when Momo hugged her.   

The send-off was emotional. It’d be even more tear-jerking if my friends knew the truth. But perhaps their being naïve to what really went on with Lucy was for the better.   

“It’s time to go, dear.” Nimyra rubbed Lucy’s head. Grogn—the Mud Ogre that broke his back when Nimyra rode him too hard, was back at work. He grabbed the luggage effortlessly and took it downstairs. The man Lucy would be staying with had arranged and paid for travel and lodging.   

If he’s anywhere as great as Nimyra makes him out to be, I want to meet him. 

After Lucy calmed down, we all went to the lobby. After one last hug, Meghann stood by my friends and me as we watched the horse-drawn carriage set off for Lando’s capital city.    

“Sniff… I’m a sucker for heartfelt goodbyes…”  

“Come on, captain. Don’t cry. It’s not like she won’t come back.”  

“Yeah, I know. But it’s still sad…”  

“Ms. Momo, why don’t we plan a trip to Adenaford in the future?” suggested Srassa. “The guild there makes this one look like a toy. It’s tall and grand, and then there’s the labyrinth under Lando’s Nail. I’ve never been, but I want to go.”  

“I’ve forgotten about that. Wouldn’t it be cool if we were the ones to reach the 100th floor? What do you say, captain? That can be our goal.”  

“Does that mean our name can be Dungeon Divers?” Momo perked up. Even while crying— she was still so cute.   

“It’s better than Weird Weirdlings.” I shrugged my shoulders. Meghann talked with us for a little, then she had to return to work. She did state it was going to be lonely around here. Nimyra emitted charismatic energy that made it easy for her to strike a friendship with anyone.   

“By the by, Servy. I…have something to ask you?” Srassa asked when we departed for the guild. She didn’t speak until after Jony had parted ways to return to the mansion. 

“Go for it.”  

“Would… I’ve talked it over with my mother, father, and Jony, but since… Ms. Nimyra has left Canary, I presume her apartment is... Umm, it’s going to be lonely, yes?”  

“Come on, girl. Don’t beat around the bush.” Momo put her hands on Srassa’s armored shoulders and whispered in her ears.  

“Wouldyouliketostayatmyhouse?” The noble forced out her words.   

“I’ve learned my lessons about not accepting a good offer when it appears in my face,” I replied. “Thank you, Srassa. I'd like that very much.”  

“Yay! That means we’re going to be roomies! Ah, Servy, we need to get you some pajamas. And some cute ones, too. Ah! It’s gonna be so much fun!” Momo bounced on her feet. Her carefree, excited happiness made my heart feel warm. “Then let’s go, Pajama Gals! Let’s complete a couple quests and hit the store!”  

“Pa…jama Gals? Ms. Momo, that…”  

“Too weird?”  

"It’s…cute?” I chuckled.   

---

After hunting a few dozen more golems, which was easy work without being hardly dangerous, we returned to the store Srassa brought me after that encounter with the bear.   

Momo was also happy because she had gotten enough SP to purchase [Minor Heal], a tier 4 spell in the Mystic Spell Path, to have a source of healing. Meanwhile, I spent mine on [Sleuth], then enchanted it on a bracelet I made with [Blood Crystal Crafting]. It worked…a little? The golems weren’t that sharp in the first place. They couldn’t even see me if half of my body was in a shadow.   

I managed to smack them on the head with a rock. It had attracted their attention, which enabled Srassa and Momo to crack their rocky bodies. Other people were in the tunnels, so I couldn’t bring out Albert.   

Momo was kinda sad because she liked talking to him, but she smiled when I said I could speak with him via my Skill Phone, which made her more curious to know the name of the goddess who blessed me.   

We spent about 30 or 40 minutes perusing the clothes until I found something I liked.   

Well... Momo liked it because they were kitty pajamas—as in pajamas with cat ears and a tail. Our captain was adamant we all get pairs matching each other’s eye colors, so that was what we did.   

“What, what about the Blue Green Crimsons?”   

"Uhh..."  

“I guess that’s another miss, huh? Coming up with cool names is harder than I thought.”  

“That’s why they’re cool names and not easy names, captain. We’ll find something eventually. Don’t worry.”  

We casually chatted about what we were going to do. Eventually, we wanted to travel to a different town. Srassa said there was a seaside town to the west called Waveret. It was a big shipping hub. She said there were a lot of caves, and there was even a dungeon there.   

“I cannot recall the name off the top of my head, but I believe it to be an aquatic cavern. I don’t believe it's dangerous, either.”  

“Dungeons are like regular places except there are more monsters?”  

“Yep. If we hadn’t cleared out those tunnels of rock golems, that would’ve eventually turned into one.” I asked if there was anything special about them. “Kinda? The influx of skill energy causes unique flowers or herbs to grow there. Some dungeons can morph the excess energy into ore. In that aquatic dungeon, if there was metal to be found, you could forge a sword with the elemental power of water. If you want a spirit to inhabit your weapon and help you, it must match their element. You can’t have a wind spirit live inside a dagger with the power of fire.”  

“There’s an auction house in Adenaford where equipment forged with dungeon ore is often sold. Some make a living dungeon diving and selling their findings,” added Srassa. “It can be lucrative.  Adenaford’s labyrinth has different environments. Some resemble the inside of a volcano, and others are like the top of a frigid mountain. Father says it's as mysterious as ever. Researchers have more questions than answers.”  

We chatted about dungeons and the labyrinth under Lando’s Nail until Srassa’s estate came into view. It was certainly out of the way—almost to an annoying degree. The guards opened the gates and let us in. Jony and two maids were standing in the foyer to welcome back the lady of the house.   

“It’s wonderful to see you, Ms. Servi. My heart is glad you’ve accepted Lady Srassa’s offer. On behalf of the family I serve, I welcome you to enjoy your stay with us.” Jony bowed, and then the maids did the same. “Should you require anything, please do not hesitate to ask.”  

“Thank you, Jony. I appreciate it. I hope I won’t be a bother.”  

“Is my father here?”  

“Yes. He’s relaxing in the living room conversing with Duchess Ashford and her bodyguard.”  

“The duchess?” Momo exclaimed.   

“It makes sense, right?” Harold was socially and politically powerful. And he knew Parrel was Viridian, so maybe he wanted to acquire whatever hidden truth Penelope kept behind her pretty face.   

“Umm… What’s the right call? It feels rude to ignore her, but…”  

“Don’t tell me you’re nervous, captain. Srassa’s a noble. And her father’s one too, but you get on fine with them.”  

“But that’s them. And this is a duchess! You know, someone that’s buddy-buddy with the king?!”  

“Srassa’s father’s the same, right?”  

“I mean, yeah, but… I dunno.” Momo slightly frowned, but she smiled when I said it was nice for someone else to be the weird one for a change.   

“It would be rude to ignore them,” Srassa added. “I don’t think it would hurt to step in and introduce ourselves. After that, I can give you a tour of the mansion.”  

We walked into the living room.   

I saw Harold, of course, sitting in a recliner with his legs crossed. He held a wooden smoking pipe in one hand and chatted with a woman.   

Penelope’s elegant gown was replaced by a more casual dress. That effeminate-looking man in slender armor stood behind her chair. He was dressed like a bodyguard—the same as when I saw him last. Albert told me he sensed great skill within him.  

“Ah, welcome back, my dear,” said Harold when he looked our way. “Duchess Ashford, I’d like you to meet my daughter, Srassa.”  

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Srassa bowed and spoke with a prim and proper tone.   

“I’m Momo. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, your duchessness. Err, I mean your grace…” Momo’s tail went dead, and embarrassment covered her face, but Penelope giggled with a sly hand covering her mouth.   

“And you must be Servi,” said the duchess. “Lord Flynn has told me in great detail of your harrowing experiences. Allow me to offer my most sincere apologies for my cousin’s actions.” Penelope placed a hand on her heart and looked apologetic enough.   

“I’m thankful Lord Flynn’s soldiers reached us in time. Had they taken even a few minutes longer, I’m afraid I wouldn’t be here.” I had to lay the praise on thick because it lessened the chances of someone digging deep and discovering Harold had nothing to do with it. I couldn’t let this reach Llamare and Liealia.   

“However, I cannot let this injustice stand. Should you require anything, please do not hesitate to ask Lord Flynn or myself. My bodyguard, Percival, also has the authority to act on my behalf, so I implore you to let us make your stay here easier. It’s the least we can do.” 

Percival? They’re really sticking to the ‘P’ theme. 

“I’m glad you’ve accepted my daughter’s offer, Servi.” Harold smiled.   

“Thank you for your kindness,” I replied. Srassa's father told her to show me around, which gave us an excellent excuse to remove ourselves from the situation. Poor Momo was a chittering wreck. She took a deep breath of relief when we returned to the foyer to ascend to the third floor. 

“I was afraid your heart was gonna stop, captain.”  

“Eh? You really didn’t feel that pressure? That overwhelming…atmosphere?”  

“Can’t say I did. When you break it down, we’re all people, right? I’m a person. Srassa’s a person. Duchess Ashford is a person.”  

“That’s…an interesting viewpoint,” Srassa noted. “Societal hierarchy is the determining factor that separates the commoners from nobles. I’ve never thought of it like that before.”  

We left the first floor for later, and Srassa showed me around. The second floor was reserved for maids and butlers, but it also had a few sitting rooms, and a terrace with chairs and a fire pit overlooking the backyard. Everything was really so beautiful and the highest level of luxury. There were bells in every room connected to a room with two maids in waiting.   

On the third floor, we checked out my room. While it was smaller than Srassa’s entire fourth floor, my room contained a large, magnificent bed with a canopy draped with silken sheets. The closest was just as big as my room at Nimyra’s apartment. I even had my own personal bathroom. The tub was deep and spacious, and a chest nearby contained all manners of soaps and oils. It also seemed to connect to a confined aquifer deep underground. The water would wait inside a reservoir tank constantly heated with fire magic, then flow from the faucet.   

“So, do you like it?” Srassa asked when we left. She wanted to show me the training room and sauna on the fourth floor.   

“It’s beautiful. Really, it’s all so amazing.”  

“I’m glad to hear that. I really am...” 

---

It was late when the tour finished, and it didn’t take much longer for dinner to be ready. Duchess Ashford wouldn’t join us since she had business to attend, and Harold returned to Adenaford. The long, intricately crafted dinner table seemed lonely with three girls. And the meals… The braised ribs, delicious salad, and vegetable stew were out of this world. Even if I didn’t require food, I’d be an idiot to go without this heavenly feast.   

And Momo and Srassa eat like this every day?! I’m jealous… 

Jony offered to serve a bottle of wine, but Momo vehemently shook her head. She said the hangover she woke up with after that party at Nimyra’s place killed any desire for her to taste alcohol ever again.   

But I partook in a glass or two.   

It was smooth and left a delicious lingering in the throat. A faint warmness spread from my stomach, but the inebriation never came.    

After eating our fill, we returned to our rooms and changed into our pajamas. They fit well and hugged my generous body. With my penis being a flaccid 6”--what I preferred-- it was visible against my thighs when I sat or laid down. At the clothing shop, I forced it to be small when I emerged from the changing room, so I did the same here because we planned to chill in Srassa’s room for a few hours until it was time for bed.  

Sure, I wore panties, but lately, I’d been ignoring them since my overalls were durable and rugged enough to hide my dick. There was just something comforting about freeballing it. That was why I rarely wore a bra, either.   

---

It all started when I asked Momo what it was like to be a singi. In hindsight, perhaps that was...a mistake... My curiosity had gotten the better of me... 

“No. Servy, you gotta do it like this,” Momo said, posing like a cat. “Nyah nyah! Nyaaaa,” she meowed.  

 

 

“Nya...nya nya...?” 

 

“Nya!!!” Momo smiled and bounced on the bed. “Come on, Srassa! Nya!” 

“N--Nya...” 

“Come on, girl! Put your heart into it. Nyaaa!” 

“N--Nyaaa!!! Ms. Momo, this is so...” After Srassa did the pose, she dropped to her knees on the bed and looked forever embarrassed.  

 

“A cute girl, but I don’t think you’d cut it as a singi. Nya!!!” 

“Nyaaaa!” I nyaa’d back at Momo. Eventually, the cat play ended, and we chatted and had a good time. Soon, it was time for bed. Goodnights were said, hugs were shared, and Momo and I returned to our rooms on the third floor.  

What the hell just happened? 

“Man… What a day…” I said when I hopped into bed. I kicked the covers away and rubbed my penis. It grew, pressing against the fabric until I pitched a 10” tent. It stuck straight up… 

Are you not going to touch it directly? 

“No…sometimes, it feels good like this…” I whispered, grabbing my shaft. I slowly moved my hands up and down, spreading my legs a little more each time.   

Itarr asked if she could use Nimyra’s panties. I didn’t mind. I doubt the Drow Elf would care all that much, either. The goddess said they didn’t fit, but she wrapped them around her penis and masturbated like that.   

Before I was about to blow my load, I grabbed one of Nimyra’s knee-high socks, absorbed my clothes, and jammed my cock in. Just the thought of her lovely legs wearing them pushed me over the edge. I squirmed, pinching my nipples while drenching the softened fabric in my spunk. It all collected at the end, but my penis grew to perfectly fit as if it was a condom.   

Why…am I so horny? Why? I don’t…get it… Is it because I’m…here… Oh… I’m—I’m cumming again!!!! 

Pure pleasure flowed from my penis, filling the sock. And I promptly used my ring to clean the evidence. After putting my pajamas back on, I stretched and relaxed on the bed. Itarr's cute, alluring voice filled my ears as she exhausted her lust into those panties. 

It was a nice sound to fall asleep to.