Surprisingly, when I opened my eyes, I wasn’t greeted with the sight of either my sleeping lovers or the noises of my crew. Instead, I lay in the coldness of a great void, the depths of its insides hugging me close like a coat of Jagmet Goat’s fur. The last thing I remembered was the dreams I had with An’raie at my side.
And they were fucking amazing dreams at that. Never had I had such wild adventures before. I raided empires of their treasure stores, waged wars against numerous kingdoms, and even stumbled upon glorious cities either deep beneath the seas or high above the clouds. Hell, I would have liked to experience them some more, but the call of sleep wouldn’t come to me.
I tried to move, yet I found myself unable to. Declining my head, the answer to my silent question came to me when I saw the sleeping form of An’raie lying next to me. “And here I thought a lot like you had no need of sleep,” I thought to myself as her fingers roamed my chest.
I exhaled slowly, enjoying the way her legs brushed against mine. For being an undead necromancer, there was a certain aroma coming from her that enticed me. I enjoyed her scent and the way she clung to me like I might fade into nothingness. It was such a strange feeling considering the Lonely Wail was hardly one that seemed to enjoy showing affection. I likened her to be a bit like Ellen sometimes. Granted, I’d say the Wail was a bit better at controlling her rage. Despite my persistence, she hadn’t bothered to kill me though she very well could have.
I took her hand in mine and leaned up. She shifted to accommodate me while I took the time to stare upon the void. I assumed it had come about with neither of our thoughts to hold either the library, her realm, or our shared space together. We simply floated somewhere between all the mess like a ship lazily drifting against the calming waves of the early-morning sea.
Grunting, I focused and reformed the library of Liara’s memories. Insurmountably high bookshelves appeared and stairs that led into eternity itself formed. Yet, what I found hilarious out of all this shit was that An’raie and I had come to find our rest on top of a table lined with open scrolls and books.
“I wonder what Liara might think if she bore witness to me now, naked as a babe weaned off its mother’s teat, having bedded a fine necromancer lass capable of tearing my soul to pieces should she have desired. Aye, she might laugh and perhaps even join,” I remarked, leaning my head back on the table.
Liara. I wondered what she might be doing at this very moment.
Unfortunately, I wasn’t allowed to ponder that question because I felt An’raie stir. I thought she might offer some kind of strange remark to our predicament, but she remained silent. Instead, she leaned up, using her hands to cover herself.
“Thee shouldst leave. ‘Twas a simple mistake. Never shalt such a matter be replicated. Cometh not to my domain again. I warn thee this one time,” An’raie said, the otherworldly wail in her voice returning. She then slipped off the table and her white dress was formed back on her body.
I watched her fix her hair. She then grabbed her eye mask and placed it back over her face. Her steps struck the floor as she continued to walk away while I leaned back up and swung my legs off the table as well.
“Be it really so horrible that you would seek to leave at the earliest encounter, An’raie? Be it so strange that you might have enjoyed such a time?” I asked, hoping to keep any rising edge out of my tone. Much as this matter continued to irk me, I rathered An’raie not wallow in such destructive lust again.
“Enough, Eric Drakclaw. Thou oughtest best remember mine words of warning,” she said as she faded down the long hallway until I no longer sensed the presence of her spirit.
I wasn’t sure how long I stared at the hallway she left down, but I finally realized nothing might come about if I simply continued looking. I thought that perhaps pursuing her might be a good course, yet my legs found not their strength. It seemed so strange that this matter reminded me of the time with my mother. Aesteal mentioned that I might have to give my mother time to herself. Aye, one of those ‘patience’ lessons or what have you.
Not willing to let myself grow exhausted mere minutes after waking up, I decided to allow my mind to drift. When I opened my eyes again, I was greeted with the sound of hushed breaths. When I looked down, I saw the sleeping forms of my mother and Diane. As expected, Aesteal was still gone while Naala had her head turned.
I looked at them and exhaled slowly, enjoying the embrace of my pillow. As I lay there, I found myself pleasantly, yet confusingly, surprised. I knew not why, but my body seemed to have changed somehow. I looked at myself, or at least as much as I could without disturbing the lasses resting on me.
On first, second, third, or even fourth glance, nothing appeared out of the ordinary. Every feature that çeşme escort I could observe was seemingly the same. The top of my head hadn’t grown cold from a loss of hair. My body was still tempered by the mystical ingredients I’d used upon it. Even the stores of mana within me hadn’t changed.
Yet, the strange sensation never ceased. It seemed like my body had been anchored down somehow, chained up in something valuable. Every now and then, delicate pulses of my mana would move throughout my body. However, the mana was cold, making me shiver sometimes like when my fingers touched my rapier.
While my lovers rested, I contemplated this sudden problem. Well, perhaps problem was the wrong word. By all accounts, I felt better than I had in a long time. Even my intake of mana was much purer than before. Had I known what might have been the cause, I’d sooner it call it a welcome boon more than anything else.
Taking a moment, I activated the Mark of Hoɖ. When I looked up, I slowly began to understand what might have happened to me when I saw runes of green fire swirling around me. One by one, each of them flew into my body and my mana pulsed each time. It was both a calming and empowering feeling. Hell, I felt like I might actually stand something of a chance against Alġnoth. At the very least I wouldn’t have to worry about the bastard’s corrupting mana disrupting my senses anymore.
I continued to look at the runes, immediately recognizing them as bits of An’raie’s own magical might. Even with us soulbound such a thing wouldn’t happen, at least not with the spell I’d used to keep her attached to me. In order to augment my spells or abilities with her own, she’d have to consciously supply it to me, no different from how we’d battled Diane back on the island. However, with this, there’d be no need for her to consciously supply it. I was free to access her might as I wished, and the same was true of her. And, I was pretty sure I knew why.
In hindsight, perhaps I shouldn’t have tested my theory as quickly as I did. That said, with Liara’s knowledge of such matters filling me, I felt I had all the confidence I needed to go through with this matter.
“Imtriame!” I muttered, speaking a few words of magic, and releasing the spell that kept An’raie and I soulbound.
I waited to hear her scream. I waited to feel her very mana ripped from my body as the pain all but forced me into unconsciousness. I even waited for a piece of my soul to rupture from the sudden ripping of her being from my own.
…Yet, such sensations or moments never came to me. In fact, I felt rather at ease now that a portion of my mana had been returned to me instead of being used to keep the spell intact. I also still felt the presence of An’raie, albeit briefly since I assumed she wished not to be disturbed. The green runes continued to sink into my body until they finally disappeared.
I ceased using the Mark of Hoɖ and stared at the ceiling, everything being made known to me. Had my mother, Diane, Naala, and the fairmaids not been sleeping, I might have laughed at the fucking absurdity of what happened to me, or to us I should say. It was then that I knew An’raie enjoyed her time with me, whether she sought to deny it or not. I even dared think that she had to have enjoyed it more than even I knew.
I certainly couldn’t explain why she’d allowed herself to be eternally soulbound to me. Even more than that, when had I been so willing to be eternally soulbound to her?
Of course, even though I asked that question it wasn’t hard to find out the answer. It could only have been last night when we’d properly laid together. I still remembered the taste of her lips, the coyness of her eyes, and the delicate embrace of her body. It certainly seemed like my cock remembered it.
As the practice suggested, An’raie and I were now eternally soulbound. It mattered not who tried, whether it be the Alchemist, Zeus, or even Vilinlith herself, no one would be able to separate us. Once death claimed me, it would just as soon claim her as well. To be eternally soulbound was to never part even if you’d later end up hating each other to the core.
Being eternally soulbound wasn’t a new thing. I’d seen numerous men and women become eternally soulbound to their weapons. It certainly helped in stopping thieves from taking prized possessions. However, as with most things, there was always a downfall to being hastily bonded to anything.
Such magic was effectively a one-time deal. One could not be eternally soulbound to numerous things. In my first life, I’d heard tales of the practice and always assumed Leah might be the one I’d bond with. I supposed I should count my blessings that such a circumstance never came about.
I know not when the art of the Eternal Soulbound came about, but its history was even longer than Liara could date it. Supposedly, eternal soulbounding wasn’t as easy as one might başakşehir escort think. Before me, I certainly hadn’t heard of anyone fucking to get it. Such an act, particularly between two sentient beings, required both to willingly rip a piece of their soul and intertwine it together in such compatible harmony that even their very thoughts might become linked.
I’d always assumed the process of being eternally soulbound was supposed to be extremely painful. Even nobles never dared use such a ritual casually, after all what point was there in wielding a family heirloom that no one else in the family could use? Piece of shit might as well be good for only collecting dust and dirt. If every rich bastard had an eternally soulbound weapon, then the noble vault would be filled with powerful, albeit very useless weaponry once the wielder perished.
Based on Liara’s knowledge, the first person to ever become eternally soulbound was a weaponsmith. He was a beastman who lived, breathed, and loved the tests of his hammer against steel, iron, and other metals. He forged great weaponry and though he loved his wife, she was only second in his heart to his hammer. One night, as he was working, all things seemed to align and Liara’s stories told that he could even hear the thoughts of his hammer. Many religious bastards thought this man to be Hephaestus, but the old shit was hardly beastman-worthy unless they might talk of one of his hundreds of sons.
I inhaled and exhaled again, slowly finding myself again while I stared at the tent’s ceiling, rolling my circumstances in my head. An’raie and I were eternally soulbound. Though this was a great boon for me, I also recognized its inherent problems as well. It would seem I’d have a greater enemy in any wielders of light magic given that An’raie harbored a great weakness against such might. I wondered if that would also mean she’d have the same weakness that I did against moonstones.
After some time thinking, I closed my eyes.I rattled my head for seas knew how long with no answer to my matter. I knew not why An’raie might offer a piece of her soul to me, or that I might offer a piece of mine to her. I especially didn’t know how we could end up becoming so harmonious in a single night.
Finally, I just decided to cease thinking about the matter when a headache started to form. I wasn’t about to have my mind as raged as the stormy seabed mere minutes after waking up. Of course, I couldn’t help a tad bit of pirate’s smugness knowing that An’raie simply refused to be honest about her enjoyment, yet that also left me puzzled as to why she’d reject me so swiftly once our time was finished.
Again, I thought to question her, yet I had not the heart to mess with her so quickly after she left. Instead, I continued to lie down on my bed while my other lovers slept. The sun didn’t seem to rise yet and the snores of my crew were a rather strange ambiance to get used to. Yet, get used to it I did, and I found myself falling back asleep.
Of the many things I was expecting when I woke up again a few hours later, the sight of my mother with my cock in her hand wasn’t one of them. I exhaled, wondrous pleasure from her fingers gracing my cock.
When I looked at her, I saw her looking at me. “Isn’t it too early for you to be this fucking hard?” she asked, a grin plastered on her face while she continued her slow and delicate movements along my cock. Up and down, back and forth, she stirred the sleep out of my body.
“Aye, it’s never too early to be with so fine a lass as you,” I said, watching the way she bit her lip. I began to see the familiar flames of lust begin to settle within her. Her eyes seemed to pierce into mine, somehow letting me know of the intimacy and care that she so greatly desired.
My mother swung her beautifully auburn hair and looked back at my cock. She then grunted. “You do know you’re not supposed to get fucking hard for your mother of all people, right?” she asked.
I might have laughed had I wanted to risk waking the others. “Perhaps not, but even then a mother shouldn’t have her hands around her son’s cock either. That said, you’d best think me insane if you saw me push your hand away. I might with others, but it shall never be with you,” I replied, enjoying the way my mother gazed at me with her thumb gently pressing against the crown of my shaft.
“Don’t you ever shut up?” she asked, the fire absent from her voice. She slowly leaned up, hardly ashamed at the way I marveled at her breasts. She turned her gaze toward Diane and Naala for a moment. It hardly took me long to know the treacherous thoughts rolling through her head.
“The only pushing you’d better be fucking doing is inside me and soon. Now come on before the shitheads outside seek to ruin the rest of my day,” she claimed, taking me by the hand. I barely had the time to leave Nei and Lei on my bed and grab my coat.
My mother küçükçekmece escort unzipped my tent and led me through our camp, her beautiful tits on display for the great realms to see. She led me through the overgrowth of trees and shrubs, and down to a river’s edge.
“And what do you hope to accomplish, bringing the captain out here and isolating him from his crew?” I asked.
In response, my mother knelt down and stared at my still-hard shaft. “Well, since all your blood’s going into one head and not the other, I’ll make things simple. I’m gonna lick and suck this cock, this damn good, hard cock of my son in my hands. Then I’m gonna spread my cunt, waiting for you to slide right in and fuck the shit outta me. Sound like a plan?” she asked.
I wasn’t even given the time to respond before my mother gently swung her hand, handling my cock delicately. I threw my head back, the pleasure continuing to rise within me. My legs quickly felt weak, yet, at the same time, I never felt more strength flooding into me. My legs already began to tremble.
“Mmmmngh. How do you know me so well every time?” I inquired.
“Cause I’m your mother. I should well know you,” she answered, her eyes remaining solely focused on my erection. Her lips were close, enough for her breath to tease the tip of my cock while her hands continued their delicate caresses. Each strike of her fingers was another piece of wood thrown on the fire of our lust, kindling it, stroking it, and raising it higher and higher.
Finally, my mother lifted my cock up and laid her tongue on it, gliding up and down its length with an addicted look in her eye. Her nipples were already pointed out and I sensed the quivering of her pussy. It refused to stop the leaking of its delicious bounty as it sailed down her leg.
“Mhm! How does it feel to have your mother on her knees, licking and sucking your fucking cock like she can’t live without it? Cause I’m not sure I could. I love this damn thing. I just… nnnghaa… love it,” she said, swirling her tongue over it. She licked both the underside and the overside. Against the dew and cool air of the morning, her mouth was a wonderful contrast of fire and passion.
“Aye, keep that up and you shall know just how I feel about it, Mother,” I warned as I felt the essence of Vilinlith seep into my cock, its power crossing my mother’s tongue and stimulating her body.
Despite my warning, my mother refused to stop. Just like her tongue, her lips brushed my cock and balls. She took one in her mouth, blowing and pulling it before moving onto the other.
While this feeling was fucking grand, especially for having woken up so early in the morning, I also remembered what An’raie told me. I wondered if perhaps the lust had simply accumulated in my mother and this was simply her body’s way of releasing it lest it become a painful occurrence like with An’raie and Aesteal. I certainly wasn’t gonna complain, but I imagined I’d have to keep a mark of this in the future.
Under my mother’s ministrations, my breaths became hoarse. My man’s mast became like stone and my sea legs became like jelly. Over and over, she’d teased me while her eyes, every so slowly, became clouded with otherworldly lust and desire.
As the lust continued to fuel the steadily rising flames with me, my body started to reciprocate. I grabbed my mother’s head and guided my cock past her lips, settling it into her warm mouth. “Ngh! What better for a man than such an embrace as you, Mother? Such a slut as you to make him lose all reason and sense of self,” I said.
I pulled my hips back and then thrust them back in. Steadily, I fucked her throat while her tongue caressed my intruding man meat. Her lips hung tight to it, her tongue coiling and slathering it with saliva and spit.
“Mmmmngh! NHGH! HgnghgH! Ghnnagh!” My mother groaned, accepting the steadily escalating force of my hips until my very balls slapped her chin. Her hands grabbed at my legs, perhaps hoping in some way to brace herself for my thrusts. Every time my cock was pulled out of her mouth, I felt the cool air embracing it before it was pushed back into the inferno of her welcoming mouth.
I sensed my mother’s lust. The juices from her body streamed down her leg and I could only picture the rushing of the river behind us as a proper ambiance to her emotions. When I looked at her, I caught the briefest look of pure ecstasy. Her eyes rolled up into her head, the lust feeding her just as it did me.
I shoved myself fully into her and held her head near my crotch.
“N-NNGHGHNGH!” My mother groaned, an orgasm ripping through her body. She trembled and her sensations poured themselves into me. It took all I had not to blow my load right down her throat. My cock twitched more than once, indulging in the raw immortality of our passionate affair. It just seemed like my mother knew my body more than any other lover.
In fact, before I could even brace myself for it, all it took was a bit of her breath on the tip of my man’s mast for me to growl like a damned beast as I fired a load of cum into her waiting mouth. I couldn’t even keep my eyes open, my body surrendering to the base need of making sure no other man’s seed would find itself in my mother’s body. I wished to possess every inch, every nook, every corner of her.