“Stay close now, dumpling,” she cooed. “We wouldn’t want to lose you.”
Arx turned and again led us through the darkness. This time, perhaps to help keep her mind off things, she began to explain. It was a mundane sort of topic. Status Effects… Emotional Ailments… Life Energy, and all the rest. However, from her tone, you would have thought she was edging her way toward a massive orgasm. And she might very well have been.
I was certainly having a hard time keeping my hands still. That heavenly aroma was consuming me. It was so strong! How could Lynnria not smell it?
“You can eat Lust Ailment?” she asked finally.
“Myeah~ I can,” Arx moaned in reply. “All day long…”
“And still function?”
Arx chuckled, but there was a strained quality to it. Like a wineglass gripped a tad too tightly. “To a point, sweetling. If we weren’t about to be crushed, there would be nothing keeping me from ripping your clothes off, right here and now. I want to bury my tongue in your naked sex so very badly. To make you scream while I sup on your nectar? Oh… what sweet agony. The anticipation! When we get out of this, I will watch as my Dearest fucks you until you can’t remember your own name. Then we’ll give you a new one. Won’t that be nice?”
It did sound nice. Very, very nice. I began exploring the skin at the nape of Arx’s neck with my tongue. She tasted… salty. With wondrous undertones of womanly musk. There was Life under there. I could feel the heat of it. Building. Calling to me.
But that scent was not here. I needed to find it.
“Uh…” Lynnria laughed as well, though it was more akin to the anxious titter a serial killer’s victim might make after some comment about how nice her skin looked. “He’s… that good? Can he actually do that?”
“Oh, yes!” she shouted excitedly, outwardly in reply to the question, however I knew from her hand clutching mine what she really meant. And what had just happened. I had no idea how she kept running through it all. But before the convulsions had even finished, she quickly amended, “Sort of… there are steps involved.”
Lynnria cleared her throat to change the subject. I did not blame her. “Actually, now that you mention it… uh, since we’re being candid… I’ve already taken a new name. Your… your husband allowed me t-to claim his. As my Clan. Uh… there was a-a ritual.”
Under normal circumstances, I would have pointed out that this was hardly the time or place to be getting into that business, but I was in no state to argue. The three of us were each lost in our own labyrinths of circumstance. Lust. Darkness. The fear of being crushed. The literal maze. The list went on. All we could do was run. Run and talk.
So, Lynnria continued to prattle, spurred on by her nerves into recounting most everything we had done since meeting on the island. Including a few things she probably should have kept to herself.
However, despite the previous attempts to ferret the story out of us, now that it was in the open, Arx seemed to hardly care. Or even be paying that much attention. Instead, she kept humming like a hippie lost in a field of poppies… or perhaps a woman in the midst of post-coital bliss. The only indication she gave that she was not completely stoned out of her mind were the few times she would pause and turn, so she could not have been as distracted as she sounded.
“But your name is Lynnria, correct?” she interrupted finally.
By that time, we had outpaced the rings of destruction to the point of feeling… relatively safe. Arx still seemed fine if not exactly fresh, but I could tell all the jogging was beginning to wear at Lynnria. Especially with her injuries. Plus, every time one of her charms triggered, it would steal a moment’s breath away. The combination was beginning to add up.
As for myself… well, if I had not been on the verge of passing out the entire time, I probably would have exploded all over Arx’s back at least twice. From the way the dirty slut kept rubbing and twisting against me, I was sure she would have loved that.
But I still had not found that smell. It was driving me crazy! Like a blackberry cobbler baking in an oven, it had been growing steadily stronger the entire time. More deliciously overpowering. Why was no one saying anything about it?!
“That’s right,” Lynnria replied. “Why? Have you… Have you heard of me?”
Arx took a breath, then paused to reconsider her response. “Should I have?”
The question had been directed at Lynnria, but I could tell she was studying me for some reason. Sampling my desperation, perhaps.
“No,” Lynnria said quickly. “Or that is… maybe. I’m the best gameball player in town, you know. Well… in the youth league. But I guess that’s over with now.”
There was a very brief pause. Something she had said had pulled Arx’s attention away from me momentarily, but whatever it might have been was not enough to keep it long. There was something else weighing on my lilim’s mind.
“Dearest… please.”
“Huh…?” It was the first sound I had made in some time, and true to form, it was one of confusion.
“I’m sorry, okay? Is that… is that what you wanted to hear? Is that why you’re not letting me… I didn’t die on purpose. You have to know that. I didn’t mean to… to leave you alone so long. P-please, stop punishing me!”
I had no idea what she was on about, but her distress was abundantly clear. Her voice had come close to breaking by the end. It pained me to hear her that way, but I could barely speak, much less soothe her.
“Punishing you?” Lynnria replied when I did not. “He’s all but comatose. How can he be doing anything?”
“You wouldn’t understand,” she scoffed. “We are bound! Connected by our very Cores. I can always feel him. Unless he doesn’t want me to. He can sever it whenever he wants. And it kills me! I hate it! I hate not feeling him. He knows I hate it. I can’t even feed him without it, and he’d rather sit there and starve to death than let me… I died when he needed me, and now he’s punishing me for it!”
Our connection? My confusion vanished in a puff.
Mostly. The conclusions she had drawn were considerably suspect… and I was still having an extremely hard time focusing on anything but that smell. But at least I now knew why it was taking so damned long for her to finish eating!
But this was a problem I could fix. Should be able to fix. Except…
“I think you might actually be insane,” Lynnria said. She almost sounded insulted on my behalf. “I’ve barely known this man for a day, and even I know he wouldn’t be so petty. You’re his mate! How can you accuse him of something like that?”
“Then why is he holding me at bay?” Arx cried. “All I can feel is Lust. ‘Stits, so much Lust! I—I can’t eat any more! I can’t think!”
Damn it. I was having some difficulty with that myself. I had always needed to pull up my menu to do this before. But things had changed.
“Mia…” I gasped out.
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“Stay close now, dumpling,” she cooed. “We wouldn’t want to lose you.”
Arx turned and again led us through the darkness. This time, perhaps to help keep her mind off things, she began to explain. It was a mundane sort of topic. Status Effects… Emotional Ailments… Life Energy, and all the rest. However, from her tone, you would have thought she was edging her way toward a massive orgasm. And she might very well have been.
I was certainly having a hard time keeping my hands still. That heavenly aroma was consuming me. It was so strong! How could Lynnria not smell it?
“You can eat Lust Ailment?” she asked finally.
“Myeah~ I can,” Arx moaned in reply. “All day long…”
“And still function?”
Arx chuckled, but there was a strained quality to it. Like a wineglass gripped a tad too tightly. “To a point, sweetling. If we weren’t about to be crushed, there would be nothing keeping me from ripping your clothes off, right here and now. I want to bury my tongue in your naked sex so very badly. To make you scream while I sup on your nectar? Oh… what sweet agony. The anticipation! When we get out of this, I will watch as my Dearest fucks you until you can’t remember your own name. Then we’ll give you a new one. Won’t that be nice?”
It did sound nice. Very, very nice. I began exploring the skin at the nape of Arx’s neck with my tongue. She tasted… salty. With wondrous undertones of womanly musk. There was Life under there. I could feel the heat of it. Building. Calling to me.
But that scent was not here. I needed to find it.
“Uh…” Lynnria laughed as well, though it was more akin to the anxious titter a serial killer’s victim might make after some comment about how nice her skin looked. “He’s… that good? Can he actually do that?”
“Oh, yes!” she shouted excitedly, outwardly in reply to the question, however I knew from her hand clutching mine what she really meant. And what had just happened. I had no idea how she kept running through it all. But before the convulsions had even finished, she quickly amended, “Sort of… there are steps involved.”
Lynnria cleared her throat to change the subject. I did not blame her. “Actually, now that you mention it… uh, since we’re being candid… I’ve already taken a new name. Your… your husband allowed me t-to claim his. As my Clan. Uh… there was a-a ritual.”
Under normal circumstances, I would have pointed out that this was hardly the time or place to be getting into that business, but I was in no state to argue. The three of us were each lost in our own labyrinths of circumstance. Lust. Darkness. The fear of being crushed. The literal maze. The list went on. All we could do was run. Run and talk.
So, Lynnria continued to prattle, spurred on by her nerves into recounting most everything we had done since meeting on the island. Including a few things she probably should have kept to herself.
However, despite the previous attempts to ferret the story out of us, now that it was in the open, Arx seemed to hardly care. Or even be paying that much attention. Instead, she kept humming like a hippie lost in a field of poppies… or perhaps a woman in the midst of post-coital bliss. The only indication she gave that she was not completely stoned out of her mind were the few times she would pause and turn, so she could not have been as distracted as she sounded.
“But your name is Lynnria, correct?” she interrupted finally.
By that time, we had outpaced the rings of destruction to the point of feeling… relatively safe. Arx still seemed fine if not exactly fresh, but I could tell all the jogging was beginning to wear at Lynnria. Especially with her injuries. Plus, every time one of her charms triggered, it would steal a moment’s breath away. The combination was beginning to add up.
As for myself… well, if I had not been on the verge of passing out the entire time, I probably would have exploded all over Arx’s back at least twice. From the way the dirty slut kept rubbing and twisting against me, I was sure she would have loved that.
But I still had not found that smell. It was driving me crazy! Like a blackberry cobbler baking in an oven, it had been growing steadily stronger the entire time. More deliciously overpowering. Why was no one saying anything about it?!
“That’s right,” Lynnria replied. “Why? Have you… Have you heard of me?”
Arx took a breath, then paused to reconsider her response. “Should I have?”
The question had been directed at Lynnria, but I could tell she was studying me for some reason. Sampling my desperation, perhaps.
“No,” Lynnria said quickly. “Or that is… maybe. I’m the best gameball player in town, you know. Well… in the youth league. But I guess that’s over with now.”
There was a very brief pause. Something she had said had pulled Arx’s attention away from me momentarily, but whatever it might have been was not enough to keep it long. There was something else weighing on my lilim’s mind.
“Dearest… please.”
“Huh…?” It was the first sound I had made in some time, and true to form, it was one of confusion.
“I’m sorry, okay? Is that… is that what you wanted to hear? Is that why you’re not letting me… I didn’t die on purpose. You have to know that. I didn’t mean to… to leave you alone so long. P-please, stop punishing me!”
I had no idea what she was on about, but her distress was abundantly clear. Her voice had come close to breaking by the end. It pained me to hear her that way, but I could barely speak, much less soothe her.
“Punishing you?” Lynnria replied when I did not. “He’s all but comatose. How can he be doing anything?”
“You wouldn’t understand,” she scoffed. “We are bound! Connected by our very Cores. I can always feel him. Unless he doesn’t want me to. He can sever it whenever he wants. And it kills me! I hate it! I hate not feeling him. He knows I hate it. I can’t even feed him without it, and he’d rather sit there and starve to death than let me… I died when he needed me, and now he’s punishing me for it!”
Our connection? My confusion vanished in a puff.
Mostly. The conclusions she had drawn were considerably suspect… and I was still having an extremely hard time focusing on anything but that smell. But at least I now knew why it was taking so damned long for her to finish eating!
But this was a problem I could fix. Should be able to fix. Except…
“I think you might actually be insane,” Lynnria said. She almost sounded insulted on my behalf. “I’ve barely known this man for a day, and even I know he wouldn’t be so petty. You’re his mate! How can you accuse him of something like that?”
“Then why is he holding me at bay?” Arx cried. “All I can feel is Lust. ‘Stits, so much Lust! I—I can’t eat any more! I can’t think!”
Damn it. I was having some difficulty with that myself. I had always needed to pull up my menu to do this before. But things had changed.
“Mia…” I gasped out.
Seleroan
Hey there, gentle reader.
Enjoying the content? Well, why not drop by my Patreon? It helps me keep this show running, and allows me to afford great things like editors, cover artists, and food!
But more importantly, there's those all-important advanced chapters, Patreon exclusive character art, and even the occasional poll to influence the direction of the story.
Come on down! We'd love to see you.
