“Mia?” Arx repeated, confusion rapidly replacing despair. “Who is Mia?”
Lynnria groaned. “Oh, right… I forgot to mention her. She’s some kind of Faen, I think. Took up residence in Donum’s head just before I met him, or so he said. She makes our skills… and swears a lot. But sometimes she does her own thing. He said she took off exploring or something just before we found you.”
Arx was silent for a moment. Lynnria had barely scratched the surface, but even so, that was a lot take in.
“Then… for him to be calling for her now… that means she controls our connection?”
“Uh… you got me there,” Lynnria replied. “I guess?”
I was beginning to feel faint. I had been holding on with nothing but grit and fingernails for what felt like hours, and by that point, I could almost sense my heart giving out. If it were not for that smell…
“B-berries…” The word was barely even audible. One final, dying gasp.
Even so, Arx froze mid-stride, her breath caught in her lungs. She knew.
“What? We’re stopping again?” Lynnria asked. “You thought of something?”
Arx ignored her. I could feel her shifting her stance. Hear her trembling breaths. And that scent. Growing stronger. Closer.
“You want this… don’t you?” she whispered.
I barely even registered the words. What was left of my consciousness was focused, wholly and completely, on the precious something hovering in front of my nose. My tongue weakly parted my lips, seeking it out. I had to have it. I needed it!
And then a single drop of sweet Life exploded through me. It rocked me to my core.
Here, finally, was flavor! Warm and delicious brown sugar. Cream. Rich yet mildly fermented honey. And wonderful, glorious blackberries! The nectar of the motherfucking gods!
Tears sprang into my eyes at its touch. Shivers raced up and down my spine. I had never tasted something so overpoweringly remarkable in my entire life. Could scarcely conceive of it.
I wanted more!
Eagerly, I stretched forward until I found it again. And the finger it covered.
“Oh, that is so hot,” Arx moaned as I pulled her clawed digit into my mouth. “Take it. Take it all! All for you, my Dearest!”
“Um… w-what uh…?” Lynnria stammered.
In retrospect, hearing what she was no doubt hearing, in that situation, and in complete darkness would have discombobulated just about anybody. Especially given the previous conversation. But I had no plans on stopping.
And neither did Arx.
As quick as she could, she shrugged me from her back and gently lowered me to the floor. Then there came the heat, so close to my face. Blistering heat. Boiling.
And so very wet.
Life absolutely dripped from her. Soaking her thighs practically down to her ankles. It had been leaking away for who knew how long. Wasted!
Without even stopping to catch my breath, I plunged into the source of it, seeking to scrape the smallest drop from her every crevasse. She gasped on contact, her voice high and shocked at my intensity. She began to writhe from the pleasure of it. And not just her body.
Her sex was a living and wanton thing. Designed for the sole purpose of pleasuring men. Pleasuring me. It quivered and twitched, glorying in my touch. It grasped for my tongue. Massaged it. Squeezed it. Seeking to draw it deeper.
I knew there was only one thing that could ultimately satisfy it, but right then, I did not care. I only wanted to drink in the Life seeping from its every pore.
Arx could not remain silent. Her gasps and moans became cries and adulations, rising higher and higher. Broken and hitching swears from various languages rattled out of her helplessly and continuously, all mixed with half-formed words of praise to my growing technique.
I barely heard her. I had been so hungry for so long. I was as a dry well. Each splash of Life dropped to the bottom and vanished into the cracked clay like it had never been. Yet, I could feel it beginning to loosen.
Old aches and pains long forgotten began to wake up. The many injuries I had sustained, ignored out of necessity, throbbed as my body diverted its new resources toward their repair. I felt stiff and old. My joints had seized. My muscles were cramped. I wanted to stretch. To crack my knuckles.
I was coming alive again.
But still so hungry. I wanted more. Faster.
“O-okay, look guys,” some buzzing fly commented from behind me. “I’m not sure what’s… or well. I know what is going on. I’m not stupid. I just don’t know why it’s going on. I—I mean… look, the ceiling isn’t exactly going to stop collapsing w-while you’re… you’re… I mean… Hands, that sounds so… hnn~”
She nattered on for a bit longer, but I stopped paying attention. I knew what she really wanted. One day I might even give it to her, but for now, what she had could not tempt me. At that time and moment, there was nothing that could compete with my Arx. She was mine. Mine and mine alone.
“Yes! Yours! All yours! F-Forever ha~oh my…!”
She had been practically screaming by that point. Her legs, quivering and shaking almost continuously, had been threatening to crumple over and over, forcing her to rest her weight on my shoulders to keep from giving out. But then, all of a sudden, she went silent. Her frantic, heaving breaths stopped. Her legs locked up. Several long seconds passed.
Then, there was simply no holding her up any more.
The two of us fell over in a tangle of bodies. For a few disoriented moments, I simply lay on the ground while writhing flesh crawled across my face. Some of it was what I wanted, but that part quickly rolled away, replaced by simple, clean skin. It also tasted nice. Like her. But far less overpowering.
Somehow, the contrast helped to clear my head, and I realized I had let my need carry me away. But I felt better now. Not sated by any stretch, but I was not about to die, either.
On the other hand, my manhood was still raging with intensity, and, while tempting, I knew that if I allowed myself to be carried away any further, we would never leave. The implacable waves of collapse had not been idle while I… fed.
I blinked. Okay… getting rid of the Lust now.
But before I could, Lynnria’s hands found me in the dark. “Do me… do me next! Please? Hands, I—I can’t… I can’t take this anymore!”
Arx growled softly to one side of me, still possessive despite her recent servicing. But Lynnria had been more than patient. I would be merciful. So, I allowed a very brief pulse of pure, unadulterated pleasure to race from my skin to hers.
Lynnria jerked back like she had been shot, pummeled into submission by my skill. Unfortunately, beyond a startled squeak, she did not make much noise, and I very much wanted to see the look on her face.
I shook my head. Getting carried away again…
“Hey!” Arx’s hands gripped my cheeks. “That should have been for me! You didn’t even use it on me the whole time.”
I just snorted. With a casual flick of a finger, I sent the rest of my Lust to her, forcing her to whimper slightly.
“That’s for you,” I informed her. “Punishment for thinking I would ever cut you off intentionally. Where did you even get that idea? I love you, Arx!”
She sucked in a sharp gasp. For a few moments, she merely trembled in my arms. But then, in a rush, she began to speak. Frantically. Like the side of a snow bank long held on the brink of collapse by a single icicle now snapped.
“Oh, Master! My Dearest, Dearest Master! By the Words thou hast inscribed upon me, the compact is fulfilled. I am thine! With thee and for thee. Thy will is mine. Thy want is mine. All that thou art, I am for thee. For I love thee, as well. Forever more, and unto the end—“
Distracted as I was by this surprising and quite familiar confession, that did not prevent the hair from suddenly standing on end in back of my neck. So before she could finish, I grabbed her and rolled to one side.
And not a moment too soon.
With a creaking, thunderous roar, a wooden fist came out of the dark and smashed into the stone to one side of us.
The golem had returned.
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“Mia?” Arx repeated, confusion rapidly replacing despair. “Who is Mia?”
Lynnria groaned. “Oh, right… I forgot to mention her. She’s some kind of Faen, I think. Took up residence in Donum’s head just before I met him, or so he said. She makes our skills… and swears a lot. But sometimes she does her own thing. He said she took off exploring or something just before we found you.”
Arx was silent for a moment. Lynnria had barely scratched the surface, but even so, that was a lot take in.
“Then… for him to be calling for her now… that means she controls our connection?”
“Uh… you got me there,” Lynnria replied. “I guess?”
I was beginning to feel faint. I had been holding on with nothing but grit and fingernails for what felt like hours, and by that point, I could almost sense my heart giving out. If it were not for that smell…
“B-berries…” The word was barely even audible. One final, dying gasp.
Even so, Arx froze mid-stride, her breath caught in her lungs. She knew.
“What? We’re stopping again?” Lynnria asked. “You thought of something?”
Arx ignored her. I could feel her shifting her stance. Hear her trembling breaths. And that scent. Growing stronger. Closer.
“You want this… don’t you?” she whispered.
I barely even registered the words. What was left of my consciousness was focused, wholly and completely, on the precious something hovering in front of my nose. My tongue weakly parted my lips, seeking it out. I had to have it. I needed it!
And then a single drop of sweet Life exploded through me. It rocked me to my core.
Here, finally, was flavor! Warm and delicious brown sugar. Cream. Rich yet mildly fermented honey. And wonderful, glorious blackberries! The nectar of the motherfucking gods!
Tears sprang into my eyes at its touch. Shivers raced up and down my spine. I had never tasted something so overpoweringly remarkable in my entire life. Could scarcely conceive of it.
I wanted more!
Eagerly, I stretched forward until I found it again. And the finger it covered.
“Oh, that is so hot,” Arx moaned as I pulled her clawed digit into my mouth. “Take it. Take it all! All for you, my Dearest!”
“Um… w-what uh…?” Lynnria stammered.
In retrospect, hearing what she was no doubt hearing, in that situation, and in complete darkness would have discombobulated just about anybody. Especially given the previous conversation. But I had no plans on stopping.
And neither did Arx.
As quick as she could, she shrugged me from her back and gently lowered me to the floor. Then there came the heat, so close to my face. Blistering heat. Boiling.
And so very wet.
Life absolutely dripped from her. Soaking her thighs practically down to her ankles. It had been leaking away for who knew how long. Wasted!
Without even stopping to catch my breath, I plunged into the source of it, seeking to scrape the smallest drop from her every crevasse. She gasped on contact, her voice high and shocked at my intensity. She began to writhe from the pleasure of it. And not just her body.
Her sex was a living and wanton thing. Designed for the sole purpose of pleasuring men. Pleasuring me. It quivered and twitched, glorying in my touch. It grasped for my tongue. Massaged it. Squeezed it. Seeking to draw it deeper.
I knew there was only one thing that could ultimately satisfy it, but right then, I did not care. I only wanted to drink in the Life seeping from its every pore.
Arx could not remain silent. Her gasps and moans became cries and adulations, rising higher and higher. Broken and hitching swears from various languages rattled out of her helplessly and continuously, all mixed with half-formed words of praise to my growing technique.
I barely heard her. I had been so hungry for so long. I was as a dry well. Each splash of Life dropped to the bottom and vanished into the cracked clay like it had never been. Yet, I could feel it beginning to loosen.
Old aches and pains long forgotten began to wake up. The many injuries I had sustained, ignored out of necessity, throbbed as my body diverted its new resources toward their repair. I felt stiff and old. My joints had seized. My muscles were cramped. I wanted to stretch. To crack my knuckles.
I was coming alive again.
But still so hungry. I wanted more. Faster.
“O-okay, look guys,” some buzzing fly commented from behind me. “I’m not sure what’s… or well. I know what is going on. I’m not stupid. I just don’t know why it’s going on. I—I mean… look, the ceiling isn’t exactly going to stop collapsing w-while you’re… you’re… I mean… Hands, that sounds so… hnn~”
She nattered on for a bit longer, but I stopped paying attention. I knew what she really wanted. One day I might even give it to her, but for now, what she had could not tempt me. At that time and moment, there was nothing that could compete with my Arx. She was mine. Mine and mine alone.
“Yes! Yours! All yours! F-Forever ha~oh my…!”
She had been practically screaming by that point. Her legs, quivering and shaking almost continuously, had been threatening to crumple over and over, forcing her to rest her weight on my shoulders to keep from giving out. But then, all of a sudden, she went silent. Her frantic, heaving breaths stopped. Her legs locked up. Several long seconds passed.
Then, there was simply no holding her up any more.
The two of us fell over in a tangle of bodies. For a few disoriented moments, I simply lay on the ground while writhing flesh crawled across my face. Some of it was what I wanted, but that part quickly rolled away, replaced by simple, clean skin. It also tasted nice. Like her. But far less overpowering.
Somehow, the contrast helped to clear my head, and I realized I had let my need carry me away. But I felt better now. Not sated by any stretch, but I was not about to die, either.
On the other hand, my manhood was still raging with intensity, and, while tempting, I knew that if I allowed myself to be carried away any further, we would never leave. The implacable waves of collapse had not been idle while I… fed.
I blinked. Okay… getting rid of the Lust now.
But before I could, Lynnria’s hands found me in the dark. “Do me… do me next! Please? Hands, I—I can’t… I can’t take this anymore!”
Arx growled softly to one side of me, still possessive despite her recent servicing. But Lynnria had been more than patient. I would be merciful. So, I allowed a very brief pulse of pure, unadulterated pleasure to race from my skin to hers.
Lynnria jerked back like she had been shot, pummeled into submission by my skill. Unfortunately, beyond a startled squeak, she did not make much noise, and I very much wanted to see the look on her face.
I shook my head. Getting carried away again…
“Hey!” Arx’s hands gripped my cheeks. “That should have been for me! You didn’t even use it on me the whole time.”
I just snorted. With a casual flick of a finger, I sent the rest of my Lust to her, forcing her to whimper slightly.
“That’s for you,” I informed her. “Punishment for thinking I would ever cut you off intentionally. Where did you even get that idea? I love you, Arx!”
She sucked in a sharp gasp. For a few moments, she merely trembled in my arms. But then, in a rush, she began to speak. Frantically. Like the side of a snow bank long held on the brink of collapse by a single icicle now snapped.
“Oh, Master! My Dearest, Dearest Master! By the Words thou hast inscribed upon me, the compact is fulfilled. I am thine! With thee and for thee. Thy will is mine. Thy want is mine. All that thou art, I am for thee. For I love thee, as well. Forever more, and unto the end—“
Distracted as I was by this surprising and quite familiar confession, that did not prevent the hair from suddenly standing on end in back of my neck. So before she could finish, I grabbed her and rolled to one side.
And not a moment too soon.
With a creaking, thunderous roar, a wooden fist came out of the dark and smashed into the stone to one side of us.
The golem had returned.
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.
