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It couldn't be a coincidence. Surely it wasn't.
It wasn't on the same scale as finding that this so-called "familiar" possessed the touch of her magic. But it was eerily similar, and Venat could just not get it out of her mind. It was like some clue to a mystery sitting right there in front of her face, and it would need someone else pointing it out for her to finally solve it with a snap of her fingers.
The strange tagalong whom she had met here on Elpis, who had inquired after Hermes, and had entangled himself within their lives, was very familiar. She could not shake off the comparison to "the other one", the one she knew more intimately. The one who had taken over for her after her duty to the city was done, after she had decided to return to a more pastoral life outside its walls.
Even when she stared at the familiar's hulking, muscular frame, she could not help but be reminded of the giant who was her successor. He described his people in the future as "highlanders", and remarked that even among his own group, he was of remarkable and unusual size. Hythlodaeus had told her privately that on their first encounter here at Elpis it had been like staring at a ludicrously stunted version of her successor, with a height that was almost at their level. And after Hades had so helpfully added his aether, the "hyur" had grown to its current astounding size, and that was when the comparison to Azem had been clearly drawn.
There were other clear differences. The face was also different, in a way oddly reminiscent of Hades' dear friend; but the more she stared into his brilliant blue eyes the more he seemed like someone else entirely. His aetheric signature, of course, was rather faded, like staring at one's reflection from a grimy pool. And his strange, almost uncouth mannerisms were clearly not influenced by the ideals of Amaurot, even if they were logically things that her successor would also do.
Still, none of these apparent differences could really explain the way she felt so drawn to him. From the very first time Venat had laid eyes upon him, she had found it hard to look away, and had insisted on bringing him with her on their travels around Elpis.
It was a really complicated feeling, to be sure, and it did not help that the stranger also seemed to be aware of the almost magnetic attraction that existed between them. There was no denying the fire that smoldered within their eyes when they held each other gaze for longer than a moment, and the heat that unmistakably flared within her body afterwards.
It went far beyond simple animal lust, for that was an emotion Venat was well-familiar with on her many past travels. It was usually just solved with a simple fuck, as she would counsel anyone who asked her advice on that matter. There need not be any feelings associated with it, and if one approached such affairs with a level-headed mind, there should usually be no consequences that would arise. This was the same advice she had passed on to her protégé, whom she knew to be possessed of a rather enthusiastic libido. That one had trailed a blaze through the world in her footsteps even before she had nominated him as her eventual successor.
The bond between teacher and student had turned out strong and quite unbreakable. They had explored far beyond the carnal, the spiritual, had even intertwined their aether in exotic rituals that had heightened their minds to places they could no longer describe. Should he call upon her with his magic she would be sure to arrive, to give him advice, to render aid, and to comfort him in her bosom when he needed it. They were as close to becoming married without officially signing it at the Bureau of Records.
So it was very strange that something akin to that bond was tugging at her from the direction of this traveler from the future. This tall, dark, muscular stranger, with an easy smile and a heart as big as his chest. And with a strength enough to match his compassion—an easy thing to forget in a world that could be cruel and harsh when it needed.
Must she now take a page from her own book? Should she quench her thirst and her curiosity with this stranger, just to rid herself of these troublesome feelings?
Venat didn't even know why she'd insisted on proposing their little spar. As a woman of many centuries, surely she would have foreseen what exactly would happen if a man and a woman worked up a sweat in close proximity, when there already was an undercurrent of sexual tension between them already? And that was not to mention the fact that such a possibility had already happened, when she had also proposed a spar for the first time, with him!
In the aftermath of that little duel, she examined the state of her body, from her crumpled, torn, sooty robe, drenched in the sweat of exertion, her disheveled appearance and the ache in her muscles. And the stranger was also in a similar state, his skin glinting through the rippling muscles she could glimpse between the gaps of his battle garb. In all respects, they looked like they already did the deed.
She dismissed the weapons from her hands. "While it would behoove us to continue our investigation, why don't we freshen up first? I do believe our little spar has done quite a number on our dignity." She turned around, conscious of the fact that the sweat drenching her had caused her white robe to cling tighter to her body, emphasizing the sleek, curvaceous contours of her backside. "There is a small spring over there, where we may wash ourselves. Researchers use it often when they get dirty around these parts." Of course, she didn't mention that researchers who were really here for their work just snapped their fingers and washed off everything with a little bit of magic. The spring was as much a conscious effort to make things natural as everything else here in Elpis.
Despite the fact that they reached the water without exchanging anymore words, she was aware that there was a lot more still going on here between them than ever before. Though she moved without glancing towards him, she could feel his eyes fixed onto her body, could feel his gaze lick over every surface with a hunger and a heat she could feel. A guardian spirit may well have manifested for all that his desire was so strong and potent, and yet she did not make her awareness known. Not yet.
Without aid of magic, she casually slipped her robe up over her body, slowly. The fabric peeled off her skin inch by inch, strings of sticky sweat suspending briefly between them. She tossed the sodden fabric towards the side of the small pool, and without turning, dipped her feet into the water.
She heard the rustling of assorted pieces of metal behind her, and the shifting of clothes as he too took care to undress. Unlike her he had many parts and layers, an expression of individuality that the people of the future supposedly possessed. But soon enough she heard the splash of water just behind her, the sign that he too had stepped into the water.
Out here, surrounded by the wonders of Elpis, without walls and roofs to hem them in, they could bathe in the middle of nature itself. At least, that would have been the simplest impression. But this situation was not so simple, she well knew. Here were two people, a man and a woman, naked together inside a small-ish pool, neither of them strangers.
She stepped further into the pool, and felt the water rise up to her waist. To go any deeper she had to bend down, but she waited. She tried to still her breathing, which had gone so rapid and ragged over the past few minutes. She tilted her head and looked down, and saw the rippled form of his reflection on the surface below.
The sight of it almost made her turn around. For right there was the silhouette of her love, beyond all sense.
"Are you okay?" he asked, surely in response to the small gasp that escaped her.
"Y-Yes," she said softly. "I am fine." A woman of her many years and she acted like a young, smitten girl! For shame, Venat, she scolded herself. But she could not help feeling shy and self-conscious, for there were too many unknowns here.
"This is a peaceful place," the hyur remarked.
"Yes… And it is but one of many. And yet it is part of Elpis." She smiled and looked out over the edge of the pool, out through the tree trunks, and towards the beautiful blue horizon she could spy beyond them. "There are many more, many more such as these out there in the world, small, humble places where one can simple… be… simple." She sighed. What was she saying? She was usually more eloquent than this.
"I'm sure there are," he said. "I've… seen many beautiful places myself."
"Do tell," she said, as she idly played with the water. "I would love to hear more of your tales."
She heard more splashes of water behind her, and sensed that he had sank down, bending his knees so he was sitting on the bottom of the pool directly, his head and broad shoulders above the surface. Following his lead, she stepped forward and did the same, crouching down to hide her breasts beneath the surface.
"I'm not that eloquent," he said, seemingly echoing her words, "But I'll try."
Water dripped freely down her skin as a silence descended on the pool, broken only by the constant noise of nature, breathing and living around them. Venat used the time to calm herself, finding solace in the stillness that settled over everything.
"I am not a good man," he began. "And at first I thought it was because I was cursed by the gods."
He paused again, but she waited for him to continue.
"I have had many women, claimed them for my own. I have used them for my own selfish benefit, and even left behind children with them. Now, I am not so evil that I abandoned responsibility, but I have told these women that I am not a family man, and that I would only provide them with what they and the children need. Despite this, they continue to cling to me, and I have used them only to sate my own appetite when I need them.
"And all this because I must… no, I need to… Inside me is the need to breed, to fuck, to spread my seeds around. It is as if my body, my heart, and my soul, were forged only towards this purpose. That I possess strength besides to help provide for my bastards is perhaps part and parcel of what I am—a being who was only made to pound bitches' cunts into submission and make them birth whelps.
"People do not believe that a man such as I, hailed as a hero where I come from; that I could be that simple, that crude, that debauched. And in truth, I have tried very hard to hide the truth of what I am. And even then, not even my women know the full extent of what I really can be. They are, perhaps, attracted to the ideal of myself, getting to fuck the hero of the hour has its benefits, even were I a whole lot uglier.
"And I don't want to blame a curse or enchantment for what I have done. Everything I have done I did by my own decisions, and I would not excuse myself for all my wrongs. But when you have this overwhelming need, day by day, like a beast that never ceases to hunger, like some twisted voidsent that cannot be purged from my soul, like I have, then you would know how impossible it is to resist. When you have these dreams of overwhelming pleasure, night after night, tormenting you with bliss that you cannot grasp in your waking moments, you will know why I am tormented. And if you would have possessed this body of mine, with all its strengths and… endowments, you would know that I was built for no other purpose."
She didn't exactly know what he was referring to on that last part, but she could easily make a few guesses. And it was clear that the size of "him" below the water was not an illusion as she had surmised when she had looked at him the first time. He was indeed "blessed" from birth, or as blessed as one could think themselves to be, anyway.
"For this I cursed the gods, and sinned rampantly in response, daring the world, daring them to strike me down for what I have done. Before I met the Scions, I was known as 'The Minotaur', the nighttime scourge that would make even the proudest woman crumble at my feet. And yet, I would have lived in this way, to the rest of my days, but for these dreams… These odd dreams that are more like memories, now that I have seen much more."
Venat could hear him move behind her, parting the water's surface and making loud splashes.
"I dreamed of a beautiful woman, with brilliant white hair and eyes the color of the clear sky. She stood, radiant and strong, and spoke with a voice that enchanted my mind when I recall it. And her smile was so brilliant that it made me weep to remember it, for I would realize that I would never see its like."
For each word that came, she felt her cheeks warming, a desire to turn and stare at him warring with her rational mind. There was surely no reason to think that he was speaking of her, surely? Or perhaps he was saying she was his ideal woman, the woman of his dreams? But then…
"It is a strange thing to describe, for despite that apparent gender it was like staring into mine own reflection. But aside from my dreams about that woman were other things. Impossible, wondrous places. Objects that no minstrel from my time could have ever conjured up in all his wildest imagination. And stories! Many stories there were in my dreams, as if my mind were urging me to put them into writing, and perhaps gather some honest gil for myself. But no, I kept it for myself selfishly, jealous that others would behold the paradise I see so briefly in my dreams. And of course, I did not want others to know of the woman, the woman whose face makes my heart ache, though I did not yet know why.
"Shall I tell you of one such memory? In this dream, I saw a giant tree in front of me. I was using something I didn't understand—some sort of device—that allowed me to float in the air like a dandelion, and I was jumping from branch to branch. Then I saw that beauty I described, jumping ahead before me, using the same tricks I did. Then it started to rain, hard. We stopped midway, at a hollowed-out portion of the tree. There we shared a laugh as we sat there side by side, watching the rain caress the forest, feel the misty breeze on our faces. In that moment, I truly felt content—well, the dream-me was, at least. But I will not lie, that was the same thing I would have thought too."
Try as she might, she could not stop the hitch in her breath, when the hyur behind her described the scene as if it was in his dream. Yet to Venat, the scene existed in her mind as if it was just a memory, a memory so fresh it might just have happened yesterday. It had been in a forest far to the east, where various tribes had lived. He had invited her there, on a "date"; and she had scolded him for the frivolity, as he was there on business for the Fourteen. But there had been circumstances, and she had relented, for she was ever glad to be with him.
And they still ended up going on the date anyway. That tree had been the largest tree in all of Etheirys, a truly ancient thing that had been tall when Amaurot hadn't been built yet. And the scene he had described in his dream had been what they had done, word for word. Well, they did a little more than that inside the hollow that they described. And then once more again when they reached the top.
These were memories she cherished. So what did that mean when this visitor from the future saw them so clearly as part of his dreams?
"It was only when I braved the depths on a certain world, towards a place where dreams were sparked into being for a brief moment in time, that I found the truth. The truth that fills my heart with joy; and yet, right beside it, are doubt and fear so strong I can feel it choking me. You cannot know how I feel in this instant, wrapped in a history that I now live twice over."
She felt him move again, and she knew he was closer this time. A lot closer. She could feel the heat of his body so close to her, in a way that was not unpleasant. It was comforting, and was a soothing contrast to the water's cold. And there was something else she could sense. She did not see it, with her back turned towards him, but she felt it, like a weapon bared underwater. It was the sort of "weapon" she admired, that was the most fit for her. And yet… There was only one other person on Etheirys who knew of her preferences. And surely this visitor from the future did not…?
"You know what I think?" he continued. "I had concluded once that Hydaelyn had made me what I am as a joke. As some sort of divine test, or whatever whim that goddess has. And in these circumstances, I would venture to say that the you of the future would be the one responsible. Yet I did not know why, until I came to Amaurot. Until the memories came to me. Until I remembered who I was. Hades bid me remember, and I did."
"Memories…?" she asked faintly.
The next words he said were not his language, translated through the echo. It was their language, the language of Amaurot, pure and unfiltered.
"Tis good to see you again, my light."
She gasped. The voice! His voice..! She turned, splashing the water, but a hand reached out to stop her. A hand gripping hers and kept her turned away gently but firmly.
"Not yet," he said, speaking in the voice of one she loved most in the world. And yet… And yet…!
His fingers slipped through hers, until they gripped each other palm to palm, fingers hugging each other.
"What can this mean?" she asked, her voice trembling. "The future? Our future?"
"In death my soul should have lost all its luster. Its memories scoured, and yet, it did not, my light," the hyur continued, speaking to her in a voice that was like he was just reporting to her on the latest craziness he was up to. But to Venat, in a way, it was like he was speaking from the farthest reaches of time and space, to speak personally to her. "The memories returned to the 'me' of that time, many years in the future, and now on this moment I realized what fate had written for us, so long ago. This is…"
She was sobbing now, as the implications sunk in. Her love, her pupil, her light had already died once. That he had "returned" to her, in the form of a hyur bearing her eyes and her hair, in this way was like he had crossed over into some new existence, to a place she would not be able to follow. It was heart-wrenching to even contemplate, even when her mind rationally knew that her love was actually still here, doing his work far away from this place.
"How can this be?"
"I know not the details, but I have a vague inkling. However, we should not think of that just yet. Perhaps there is something here, something this 'I' of the future was meant to do. I know things of this immediate future that is yet to happen, but I cannot say that to you, my light. Not unlike when I spoke to you of the final days." Then she felt him lean close, his mouth practically close to her ear. She felt traces of his stubble rub against her shoulder, making her skin tingle. "But not now. For now, may this abstinence of thousands of years end. I wish to enjoy you as I did before."
She was finally able to turn around, to confront the truth, when he pulled on her hand. She drifted in the water and stared at him for a full moment. She saw him, really saw him there, his features obscured, but he was there, staring back at her lovingly as if from the far shores of death. His broad shoulders, his muscular frame, his strong chin and handsome, if rugged, face. All of it had been slightly modified, as of someone touching up a painting, but it was all there. She didn't know why she had missed it.
Or perhaps some part of her brain had known, just from instinct, and she had just blinded herself out of some misguided reason.
Their first kiss was short and sweet, like the pecking of two birds. It was like a brief taste, and yet it told her more about him than her eyes could have seen. From the taste of his mouth, she knew he was her light, her soul singing out of joy.
Their second kiss was more aggressive, more heated, their mouths dancing together as lust started to barge in, preparing their bodies for the primal carnage that was to come. They rubbed each other's bodies, exploring each other as only fellow adventurers wanted. She rubbed his manly frame, and he in turn fondled her massive mammaries, something she knew he loved.
When they broke apart, she could see the pure joy in his expression, as she knew was reflected on hers. This was like two lovers reuniting at last after a long time apart. And now they were making up for all the moments that had been stolen from them.
She looked down and saw what he was referring to as his "curse". Indeed, to a man who did not have his memories it might have really been a curse from this Hydaelyn. But she knew now that she and Hydaelyn were really one and the same, and it only stood to reason that she would bless this man who bore her light's soul with the one endowment that they would have both loved.
No doubt creation magics were forbidden, or somehow absent in this future, so Hydaelyn had to make do. It was perhaps cruel to saddle a simple hyur with such a massive penis, so big that it was the size and thickness of Venat's own thigh. Looking at it now, so erect beneath the water, it was large enough to pierce Venat's innards and make her body bulge.
And that was just the way she liked it.
"This was not a curse," she remarked, rubbing at the head, which she could barely grasp even with her hands.
"Yes, without creation magic, I was simply born with it," he replied. Without creation magic to enhance his cock the way she wanted it; he was simply born with what he thought was something abnormal.
"I think, perhaps, she might have wanted to use it for herself," she said, a little lustily, her hands rubbing the sides of his cock. As she expected, she could not even wrap the fingers on just one hand fully around his girth. "If she is indeed me, then she foresaw a time when she might have claimed this for herself. Smart."
"Then she missed her chance. She might have called me up, and I would have been glad to give her this. But even now she missed her chance. Now it is for you again, for you alone."
"True. Or perhaps she also foresaw this," she said, purring, pushing her breasts against his. "So, why don't we thank her properly, but putting this creature to use?"
"Y' won't find protest from me," he said, shifting back to his coarser language from the future. "For this soul of mine it has been a long, long time since it has felt your touch and enjoyed your body. 'Tis like coming home… in a way." He tilted her head to his and they kissed again, affirming their mutual desire, and their wish to bridge the long gap of eons.
"Then this is as perfect a location as any other," she whispered, breaking the kiss for a short while. She cupped his face between her hands, as if she wanted to marvel at all its contours, to burn his image into her brain. She "mounted" him, then, as she did many times before, her crotch perched delicately on top of his erect cock like it was a tree branch. In an impressive display of strength, his cock did not buckle beneath her weight, and yet stood strong precisely like a tree branch. It seemed "she"—Hydaelyn—had done some very accurate work. Then he moved the both of them towards the poolside, as they continued to make out and grope each other's bodies.
He sat on the poolside and spread his legs, allowing Venat to slip in between his thighs and examine his cock in full. It looked so strong and virile, the thick shaft covered in angry veins. It towered tall and mighty over her face. It exuded a strong, intoxicating smell that made her body burn red like a fever, and caused spurts of wetness to spill underwater from her nethers. She ran her fingers up and down the massive length, admiring how it felt so real and genuine, like a "replica" of him.
"She… 'I' made you well," she said breathily, taking a deep whiff of his cock. "Be assured now, this cock is a blessing, not a curse."
He sighed. "I wish I coulda heard that when I was still a little guy trying to find out what it meant. But I understand." His eyes turned wistful. "I custom-made this thing for you alone, and I'm pleased to see it's survived the eons, thanks to you. Now come here, my little light bitch."
The dirty talk made her heart quiver with delight, for it was like they were falling once more into a familiar pace. The two could get downright filthy behind the scenes when the situation called for it, and she was more than ready to shed the image of "Venat" for him and become someone far dirtier and more perverted.
The hyur started to push his fingers into her cunt, digging into the dripping canal with expert ease. This was one way to prove that he did indeed possess his soul, for there was no way for this traveler knew exactly where to slide and stroke his fingers to make her jerk and shake in his arms, helpless like a fish caught on the line.
"Yes… Mrrphhgghhh…. Ooohhh… Yes…!"
She tightened her hands over his bulbous tip, causing it to twitch in excitement. His dogged, insistent caresses inside her incited a flame that started to burn deep inside her, scratching an itch that she hadn't thought had been there. Venat did not consider herself a sexual animal, knew that she was well-adjusted, and that she could balance work and pleasure adequately. But this situation was highly unusual, and seemed to be manifesting something hungry for the carnal, like a beast, inside her. In the moment, she could not understand why this was so, but the excitement was utterly new, and when added to the joy in her soul for encountering her love in so unique a manner, it all but served to urge her onwards.
And so, she spread her legs wide, inviting him to settle his manhood between her thighs, so that they would once more delight in their bond. Separated by what seemed to be thousands of years, they each yearned to be connected once more as man and woman.
He came when she beckoned, exactly like he would, and he settled her down on his cock, her butt perched delicately on his tip, her slit practically kissing the top of his shaft. In this pre-coital position they locked their lips together once more, no longer carrying a whit about the outside world, firmly intending to enjoy their wonderful moment together. He squeezed her nipples and milk spurted out, proof of her intense arousal.
"Mmm… A taste at once both utterly new and nostalgic," he said, licking her milk from his fingers. "My light, you cannot know how much I want this."
"I want this too," she said, her voice heated, desperate. "I want you."
"Then we shall not delay."
His tip slid forward across her slit, before pushing up against her entrance. Then gravity did the rest as he slid her down, not gently, as one might a virgin maid, but forcefully; for he knew she could take it, could take him all in without a fuss. She felt him pry her open for a brief second, before he placed his hands on her shoulders and push her down, forcing her cunt over his massive cock in one fell swoop.
"OOOOOOHHHHHH…!" she practically screamed, her voice no doubt echoing all over Elpis. Quickly, she wove an enchantment to confuse any creature coming close by, to ward off surprise visitors. She did not care if a researched came bumbling by, as they would not mind the sight much. But a mindless creation might just try its luck, and she did not want their lovemaking interrupted even for a second.
Unfortunately, that was the only thing her mind was able to conjure before it was engulfed in blinding white, as the familiar sensation of being filled—a mix of exquisite pain and unadulterated pleasure, coursed through her body. It was electrifying, to be impaled on his cock so supremely, her body practically hanging in the air, legs dangling in just one able thrust. Her abdomen, once slim and sexy, now bulged like she was pregnant, as his cock penetrated even her cervix to push into her womb. She felt like she was being split apart; there truly was no greater sensation than this. This was truly his coming home; here was no other proof he was really him.
Her eyes now burned with great passion as she wrapped her curvaceous legs around his back. She stared into his eyes, and found that he too was feeling all the pleasure of being wrapped so snugly inside her, his massive cock totally engulfed. She knew he was feeling all of her moving and churning around him, her inner walls having long since adapted to his size. Still, despite the familiarity, she could still feel herself trying to adjust to the sudden invasion of this too large intruder.
"Ahh… This truly is…" he said, sobbing.
"Sssh… That's alright," she said, rubbing his neck. She lifted his head, and saw him sobbing, half perhaps from the pleasure and half from the joy of all of this. "I'm here now. Welcome home."
They kissed again, and she wrapped her arms around his nape as she locked her legs around his back. With their genitals locked together so close, their bodies huddled together in this pool, the moment felt so intimate that she too cried—for there was no more precious moment than this.
She shuddered and moaned as his body obeyed instinct and began to move; and she too responded in turn. Thus began a dance that was older than Amaurot, as old as life itself, that which gave birth to it and perpetuated the wonderful cycle that wove around creation. With their bodies wrapped close to each other, they began to rock back and forth on that pool, causing the water to splash and slurry. He began to move his hips back and forth, mashing her insides with his cock, spreading her inner, velvety folds, as she too coiled and melded around him, responding to his burning heat with her own. Her crowded womb felt the rush of his glans as it poked inside again and again.
A lifetime's worth of his fears and self-loathing seemed to be springing from the traveler as he started to move faster in earnest, giving Venat exactly what she needed—and even more than that. She felt as if he was punishing her, laying all of his grief and frustration on her body by pounding into her cunt as harshly and speedily, causing the bulge on her belly to shift and sink repeatedly. Here she was, the supposed cause of his woes, and the young vessel that contained her love's soul was only now giving rein to its emotions.
And she let it: let him rage, let him strike again and again. For this was all she wanted, all she needed and more. Her toes curled, her back arched, her mouth groaning in ecstasy against his lips as she bounced eagerly on his cock. He came in fast and strong, never compromising on either, and even had that frenzied edge that made it all the spicier. She felt like she was in new territory, breaching new horizons that she had not even known was possible. This was no longer just making love, this was pure, animalistic mating. And she loved every second of it.
Their bodies rubbed against each other repeatedly. Sweat once more gathered on their skin, necessitated by the sheer, frantic pace of their union. And the sweat would then help them move better together, easing the friction of their movements for further, better mating. With his thrusts pushing up into her so deeply and so insistently, all she could do was hang on for dear life, savoring the taste of his exquisite lovemaking as he ravaged her insides for all he had.
"Ooohhh… Hoooh… Hoooh…!"
All she could do was moan incoherently like a creature, and he in turn responded in growls and grunts, their communication all but reduced to the most primitive. And yet it was not as if they could not understand each other. Their bodies pressed together, each rapid entry causing a loud slap of skin against skin, communicated well the lust they felt for each other in ways no words could replace.
It was therefore no surprise for Venat to feel her climax approach, like sensing the water's waves about to crash against the shore. Her walls started to tighten, as all the nerves on her body became super-charged, ready to ascend to the highest peak of pleasure. The intense pleasure this caused in him only made him pump into her harder, more than was even possible, his cock practically racing through her loins so fast that Venat kept seeing stars bloom in her vision. She humped against him with all she had. At this point, even if she wasn't locking her legs around him, she would still remain impaled on his cock. But she hugged him close anyway, so that he could go as deep as he could.
Their mutual senses vanished beneath a sea of bubbling, endless bliss as they both reached their peak. Their cries but echoed throughout the small clearing, as they each voiced out their intensifying pleasure for all the world to hear. Hers was the delicious feeling of uniting with a soul she loved above all, buoyed by the heart-wrenching notion that this small moment of intimacy was but a mercy for what was about to come. And he, torn, tired soul, rejoiced with the various, relentless sensations of being reunited once more with a love once thought lost, once lost impossible, of seeing an opportunity and grabbing it, for they would never know if there was any other.
Venat could even sense it; far beyond the life-making seed that threatened to burst from his gigantic scrotum, the tightening moistness of her crevasse that craved it, all leading to that beautiful moment of natural creation—the aether of both his soul and hers, dancing together in the darkness, intertwining, their colors steadily staining each other like paint colors in a bowl, slowly becoming one at the last. And though they could no longer give voice to such an achievement, their souls did, and thus the miracle of the moment was not lost.
When the physical dam burst, he was there poised inside her, his cock lodged right inside her womb. The fresh, hot liquid basted that small chamber, even as her body shook with the power of a levintide sweeping everywhere. Soon, the thick, gooey spurts of fertile seed filled her womb to bursting, causing her belly to swell so noticeably. They each howled their approval to the skies, their mind overwhelmed by the sheer bliss of the climax, celebrating the moment when the man had successfully inseminated the woman.
His searing essence, overflowing, filled backward with nowhere to go. And just as she expected, there was nowhere else for it to go, despite the fact that his titanic cock continued to spurt out his powerful release again and again in rhythmic showers that continued to pump inside her.
It was a part of his design and her desire that his cock would enlarge during ejaculation, to the point that he could no longer remove it while he was still ejaculating. And with the large volume she knew was always ready to go inside his balls, he would last a long time cumming, seemingly without end. With nowhere to go, all that semen would squeeze through what little spaces remained inside her tunnel, and then they would keep filling up, again and again, causing her belly to swell even more.
Sensing her belly bulge to an almost impossible size made her cum all the more. Milk kept on leaking from her breasts, milk which he in his blind daze slurped up eagerly. She looked more than pregnant with his cum, and yet he was still going. But she could take on more and more, for that was how her body worked. Only his cock would ever give her this sort of twisted pleasure.
As a result of this, she didn't stop cumming. Every second of his cumming was spent in constant state of bliss, as she felt her body slowly filling up with his essence. It went to the point that she could feel her body processing his cum like a stomach digesting. She felt his heat course throughout her body, like a rejuvenating drink. She felt strong, as if she was empowered by an influx of aether.
When his orgasm faded, perhaps many minutes later, his cock did not deflate completely. But it did allow it to loosen up enough, enough for the traveler to slowly withdraw from inside her. Even the act of doing so sent a maddening chill up her spine, making her cum again. He laid her against the side of the pool as he withdrew further, allowing her to lie there under the sun and bask at the feeling of his enormous length pulling out from inside her. The feeling of the constricted being release was yet another source of pleasure.
His cock-tip was larger than her hole, which was how it still got stuck. Like a dam it stopped the flow of the potent semen seeping out her hole. She could feel the churning inside her belly as her hole continued to adjust with the massive cum deposit that swelled her belly to such a degree. And just as she liked, it would continue to stay that way for a long while yet.
"Amazing," she whispered.
"No, you are," he said, smirking.
She had not felt this tired and winded, even after that spar from before. Her body had expended much of its aether just accommodating his cock, and now it was pretty much exhausted.
He grabbed her and turned her around, then lowered them both down on the pool. His cocktip was still inside, sealing her hole, but this time she was lying directly on him, her back against his chest. Now partly submerged in the water, they kissed, with his hands teasing and flicking her nipples—which still drooled with milk.
The afterglow of their union was a wonderful thing, like the feel of the sunset breeze caressing their skins. They spent a long time there just making out lazily, their bodies spooning, as his cum continued to marinate inside her swollen belly.
Finally, at a signal that did not need to be spoken, he pulled out of her hole with a pop that caused an obnoxious bubble in the surface. A moment later, she felt the majority of his seed surge out, the heat pouring out of her in large waves into the water. At any other time she would have raised an eyebrow at this perverted pollution, but not on this moment. She watched the milky white deposit float, frothing and foaming as the massive tide of sperm came gushing out of her womb.
"One thing's for sure," she said with a sigh, patting her cheek idly. "My future self is very exacting with the details. I can sense no difference at all…!" She lay back and closed her eyes, chuckling at the pleasant, almost orgasm-inducing feeling of their combined essences staining the water for a few more minutes.
For a while, Venat did not know where she was. She was not even sure who she was. All she could recognize was him in front of her. He was the shining beacon she clung to as myriad scenes flashed before her eyes, each rapidly replacing each other. They were images involving him, of the hyur with the white hair and the blue eyes who had come from the future.
And yet, she had the oddest feeling that she had lived through these scenes, though she knew she had never been in the future.
She was a blonde woman in the prime of her life, burdened with a great duty that she swore to uphold. And she would do everything in her power to uphold the promise she'd once made, to always fight for what was right.
She would do anything.
At first, she had sold her body to a skilled sellsword, who possessed the Echo. But as time passed, his reputation grew, and the realm looked to him as a true Warrior of Light.
Yet even when he no longer needed her "compensation" to keep fighting for their cause, she still continued the dalliance, still offered herself.
Something in her was attracted to the unbridled strength of the Warrior of Light, whose convictions shone as bright as the sun.
And so, every night when they were able to share a moment of peace at the Rising Stones, they would renew the contract they had made at the start of his journey, when he had just been an adventurer. Heated sighs, sloppy kisses, and sweaty bodies grinding together. She could not take him all in, but she tried her best regardless. She even found bliss in his arms, though she was never quite sure if he experienced the same, with his unique condition.
They had talked of going public, of revealing their connection as more than something carnal. Love… yes, they had talked, tentatively, of love, as of two youths who knew little of it, but desired it regardless. He had made grand promises, boasted of taking her away from duty, of helping her find joy in a quieter, more peaceful life.
Alas, that was not to be. She could feel his rage from far away as tragedy consumed them and their comrades. What should have been a night of celebration was a turning point from which neither could ever return.
At the end of her journey was a bright, all-consuming light. And as she willingly walked forward into it, she carried with her one small regret.
The woman's name escaped her, but she felt as if she knew her intimately, even as the next images came.
She had shackled herself to duty, to her people, her country, and to the great beings she has been ordained to serve. That was her role, and she was glad to see it through, no matter what.
And yet, there were times when she thought she could find some measure of peace and freedom. When she could unburden herself.
She had thought that the hero, the Warrior of Light could be the answer. His was a soul so free of purpose, so unburdened by graven duty. What duty he performed, he did it unfettered of expectations.
She allowed herself to dream, even for a little while. She bid the Warrior come, and they grew… if not close, then at least friendly.
She had not expected his great passion. Nor of the boundless charisma that went along with it.
She had been burned by his touch, though she did not blame him for it. She enjoyed their union, and did not blame him for it.
Yet she worries, even now, about the consequence of their heated passions. Of the child that lives in a house in Ala Mhigo, living in peace with their half-siblings, yet hidden in secret. She is uncertain of the future, and of her own feelings towards him. She is still a leader, after all, and she cannot be seen to have associated with anyone, not even the Warrior of Light-to her great chagrin.
Venat found herself drifting further, deeper, into another one's perspective.
She had promised herself, once, that her children would not be bastards. She would not inflict the misery she lived through in the Brume on them. They would live happier lives, and be truly content.
Yet the pull of the heart; no, the body could not be denied.
He had come to the city: a refugee, an intruder, a sinner, a hero. Many things they called him, but he was of one title in the end.
Warrior of Light.
She had been drawn to his brooding. She knew his heart had been wounded, in some way. His gaze was long and weary, as if they had seen the edge of the abyss. And yet, he had lost none of his purity.
She had lost herself in those eyes.
She wanted it to be only one time. She knew of his heart, knew it would never be hers. But she let herself be deceived by his insistence, willingly gave herself to him when he asked, time and again.
It is only fitting that such a robust man would be fertile. And indeed, as the last raging inferno of the Dragonsong War threatens to burn the only home she's ever known, she bore his quickened seed.
She confronted him in the aftermath. It is her way, to be direct with her problems. She demanded many things, even as her heart breaks from the knowledge he will never look at her the same way he does her.
They reach an understanding. He is not an evil man. But he is not a conventional man, either. There will be more. There is already more. But he will provide for the children, for her. This he vows.
He even expressed his love, in his own way. An unusual thing, of course, but she clings to it as one would a lifeline. For all her life she has sought joy in family, and he has given her a chance.
Nowadays, she works still at her old home. But Ala Mhigo is always an aether-travel away, and there she lives with all the children. There she can hang up her gun and lie back, attended to by servants as if she was a highborn lady.
They are not married, no; and she knows he will never be, not to anyone. But she is content.
She had promised herself, once, that her children would not be bastards. And yet, perhaps it is enough that their father loves her, and cherishes them.
Piece by piece Venat grew to understand. And yet, her focus blurred, as she once more dissolved into the darkness.
She had known him ever since he had joined their little group. Watched his little romance with Minfilla, laughed at how they thought they were keeping it secret.
She had never thought of romance before. Her thoughts had ever been on keeping a low profile, of living up to her sister's legacy, of keeping her focus on the distant goal: liberation.
When her dear friend and comrade made the final sacrifice, she arose once more, discarding the mask of her sister. Together with him, they would serve the vanguard against Imperial threat.
She could sense his hurting heart. How behind all the bottomless strength and the limitless heroism was a soul given to loneliness, to brooding. In a way, it fascinated her to see this contrast.
Perhaps it was only natural, then, that they fell in together, on their journeys to the Far East, and back again.
The love crept up on her like a ninja in the night. It had been so surprising to wake up one day next to his gigantic frame, trace her fingers all over his massive chest, and sigh, knowing her heart had been ensnared.
She had been flattered to be chosen by the Warrior of Light. She carried on with the whirlwind romance, despite knowing of his other women, of his other loves. It was refreshing to break convention, to live free and simply love.
Perhaps that was why she readily accepted her lover's bastards into the home they built at Ala Mhigo, and helped settle them within together with her own child while their father earned his keep. Though they lived in secrecy, they wanted for nothing, and she gladly took up the role of matriarch of the household, in-between her duties.
The situation did not feel wrong; it felt right, as if this place was a hallowed sanctuary.
Perhaps one day he would finally choose, as he did once with Minfilla. And perhaps it would not be her. But she knew, without needing to ask him, that she and the others would always have a place by his side.
Now if only she could put a face to the mystery woman who would end up lucky…
Images swirled in her mind. Again and again, they filled her, and again she lost her memories of them immediately. Past and present and future melded together into one, and she allowed herself to be carried away into the depths.
There was one more image there, but it was very indistinct.
It was as if she were viewing it through a semi-transparent sheet of cloth, and could only hear muted noise and sound filtering through.
But she could also feel the sadness, the hope, and the joy.
She will never stop praying, no matter where he is.
When Venat woke up, she was not sure where she was. She could not see much of anything at all. She felt her body was moving somehow, but she knew she wasn't willing her limbs to move. She must be on something, something that was moving below her.
When she felt his cocktip slam into her womb, the pain was as a jolt that shocked the memories back into her waking mind. In a flash like lightning, her mind recalled all.
They were presently inside some sort of cave formation, in the farthest corners of Elpis. It had been necessary to relocate from the pool, as researchers from Elpis would have started to investigate the enchantment she had woven on it, and they would have faced some awkward questions—and more than that, rumors would have circulated.
So she brought them a bit of a distance away, to this place. While he was still buried inside her, no less, but that just made it all the more exciting. She would not long forget him running all the way here, with Venat hanging off his body by his enormous cock, each step sliding him in and out of her in rhythmic motions.
When they got to this secluded place, they carried on just as before. And with how remote this area seemed to be, they thought that nothing would disturb them. And that was why they gave full rein to their body's instincts, and fucked at a pace more frantic than before.
He started using her other holes, exploring them in full as he had.
Her anal hole was uniquely suited to his prodigious size, and so she had taken it in its full length, surprising even him. He had remarked that no woman had taken it up the rear so easily as if he was slipping on a length of cloth. So eager did he seem to claim her dirtier depths, that his pace seemed to redouble, his hips slamming into her ass cheeks which then echoed into the cave with the sound of slapping meat. As her eyes rolled up to her head from the full brunt of his anal assault, she could feel him determined to claim her innermost intestines with his seed. And that he did, blasting all of it to full with his cum, making her belly swell once more as he fed tonze and tonze of his cum into her dirty rear pipe.
She remembered fainting then.
She remembered having to remember, then waking up to have him explore yet another hole. Or rather, she had pushed him down to clean his cock with her mouth. Unlike her other holes, it was hard to fit him all inside her by herself. So at first she worked by licking and all around his length like a cat, using her spit like ointment to clean him up.
"You are really impressive," she had gushed, as she lovingly laid kisses all over the crown. She loved how it still stood stiff and strong, ever ready for her needs. "I can never stop marveling at it, look how long and strong it is..." Her lips made loud, smacking noises as she pursed her cheeks to guzzle on their mixed essence, all while inhaling as much of him as she could. It was her way to show her devotion to a great wonder of nature, something that was hers alone, a beast that only she could rightly tame. She knew there had been many others for him, many who had taken this monster into their pussies, who had also laid their adoring kisses all over its length. But she was its only mistress, and in that moment she felt oddly superior over all those other women who had come before (or was it, technically, after?)
Then he had seemingly recovered, and seized her head. Then, positioning her body in a certain way, he had plunged the full length of his meat inside her throat, making her jaw widen in a way she had never thought possible. Then, he started poking in and out of her throat, making her cough and wheeze, tears streaming from her eyes as she worked to breathe despite the enormous thing clogging her opening. She remembered him having mercy, and withdrawing.
Or perhaps it had not been a mercy, but a punishment. As soon as half of him had withdrawn to the point that the head was nestled against her throat, he came, and flushed her oral region with a fresh batch of his cum. Immediately overwhelmed, semen came bursting out her nose as her lips were sealed by his enormous length. Then, the rest of it came shooting down her throat directly towards her gut. She choked and wheezed, as some of it were caught in her throat, forcing her to swallow repeatedly. Gob after gob of his hot seed burned down her throat, making her feel full as if she had eaten a full feast. It was at that point that she recalled fainting.
That was why she currently felt bloated, with all the semen that had been pumped inside her, not yet dissolved into aether, exactly as she wanted. Every inch of her was infused with the pearlescent color of his seed, poured from a seemingly endless font; from her skin now glittering with his drying ejaculate, to the inner spaces of her gut now teeming with his sperm. She knew she would stink of him forevermore, and that was the way she wanted it.
And now he had returned to ravaging her pussy, seeking his pleasure in her body like a mindless animal. And she in turn lay slack on the cold stone floor, her face twisted into an expression of sheer rapture, which reflected the ecstasy she felt deep inside. She had but recently fainted from the combined pleasure, but his cock had jolted her back to awareness.
He lifted her up again, and kept her suspended high above the ground, with only his erect cock supporting her weight. All she could do was hang there, like a limp puppet, as he slammed his full length back and forth into her pussy, thoroughly claiming her hole again and again as he pleased. His mouth was constantly sucking on her two nipples, drinking deep of the milk that came pouring out, as if he was a thirsty man. She could do aught else but moan mindlessly as she swayed back and forth.
Yet despite her pathetic-looking condition, Venat was more than satisfied with what he was doing. No other experience in the world came close to this. As his cock ravaged her pussy, forcing beads of cum to trickle from her asshole, as remnants of his cum drooled out her lips, and as her pussy juices flowed down in a literal flood towards the floor like some newborn spring; all she could think of was the present and the pleasure that was there. All thoughts of the future were momentarily set aside, allowing her to bask in the welcome debaucheries that soothed her heart's desire—and perhaps allowed him some form of peace.
When he came, they lay together in that cavern, their limbs intertwined, their lips locked, their bodies seemingly as one. They stared into each other's eyes, marveling how they their features mirrored each other so well; she was lost in the burning blue of his eyes as he was in the serenity of her own cerulean depths. Anyone stumbling on that cave would have been surprised to see some strange creature writhing in the corner, their breathless, frantic moans filling the air. And perhaps neither of them would think much of the accidental voyeur.
For these moments were theirs and theirs alone.
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