Chapter 43.1 - Forbidden Mechanisms

[note:  Lynnria's ears are much longer by this point, and her breasts are nowhere near that big.  Got tired of fighting with the program.]

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“Not that I’m complaining, Lynnria,” I murmured sleepily, “but I only get my Life Energy secondhand.  You’d probably get more out of this from one of the others.”

Lynnria pulled herself up from my thoroughly moistened—and aching—flag pole just long enough to fix me with a disgusted look.

“Ew.”

I stifled a laugh.  That had been the first coherent thought to come out of her mouth since we had let her loose.  Prior to that, she had been so totally fixated on me, I had been concerned she might just go ape-shit.  However, she had not uttered a peep of complaint about her treatment at the hands of my companions.

Or not yet anyway.  We would have to see once she got her fill.

She had already managed to pull two loads from me and was busily working on a third.  Not that she was some master technician.  Despite her usual self-confidence, at least in this her age and inexperience were telling.  She tended to be a little robotic in her motions and, as she did not have the help of my emotions to guide her, she seemed driven more by her hunger than any enjoyment I might have been getting out of the experience.  Still, she was going at it was such enthusiasm—growling and moaning over me like I was some kind of succulent—it more than made up for her shortcomings.

That said, a man’s sexual prowess can only be so Herculean.  Between the lilim and now Lynnria, my balls had gone from the bluest of berries to the most shriveled of raisins, and no amount of enthusiasm was going to make up for my dwindling sperm count.  Or electrolytes.

“I have it!” Mia shouted jubilantly.

Out of nowhere.  And scaring the shit out of me.

While I struggled to pull my heart back out of my throat, I had a moment to reflect.  It had been a good decision to favor the carrot over the stick.  Though, I was lucky I even had a carrot to use.  Where I was supposed to find a stick was beyond me.  Which was not to say that I was completely over the Faen taking my Class in a direction of her own choosing, but now that we had reached an understanding, I should not have to worry about that anymore.

It is never wise to neglect a woman.  I would need to remember that moving forward… though that might be easier said than done.  I had been attracting them like flies.

Still, just the bit of pampering had done wonders for her mood.  And it had not even taken all that long.  Unlike my corporeal allies, hers was a simple matter of sexual frustration.  Once satisfied, she had been happy to direct her energies toward her own mysterious endeavors.

Which is not to say it had been less than fun.  Or demanding.

That levitation spell was still quite the doozy.  My most recent Layer had done nothing to alleviate the problem, either.  The ‘800-pound gorilla’ as I liked to call it.  So either my spell-related stats had not yet risen to the point of being able to support it on my own, or I simply needed more practice.  Time would tell.

It was strange, though.  None of my other spells had such a huge effect on the Faen.  But was that because it was her spell?  Perhaps having to provide the necessary Will to make it function sent her into some kind of orgasmic feedback loop.  Or it might have been a byproduct of the difficulties I faced in casting the thing.

Either way, I was just fortunate Arx had been so into it.  Something about using her as Mia’s body-double had turned her on.  A lot.

And me.  But for entirely different reasons.

If I had not been struggling to maintain the levitation spell on her, having the image of one weightless woman overlaid over top of another like some kind of sci-fi hologram all while desperately milking me for all they were collectively worth, it might have been one of the singular highlights of my life.  It had been a fantastic workout, too.  I had gained four whole points of advancement in the spell before we were finished.

Arx’s personality had certainly taken a turn, though.  She seemed to regard my—I hoped—rare possessive tendencies as some sort of delicacy and in much the same way as Jax did my desire.  Maybe because of that, she had been trying to coax every ounce of it from me that she could.  To the point of declaring herself some possession of mine that I should feel free to use at will.

That did not sound like the healthiest of mental attitudes… but who was I to kink-shame?

Though, it did make me wonder why it was the two of them were so different in their appetites.  Jax’s preference was pretty easy to justify.  When I found her, she had been a Bandit, divinely outcast from all of society.  Worse, she had been horribly disfigured… and, depending on one’s interpretation of events, the entirely wrong gender.  So it made a sort of sense that she might want to be wanted.

But for someone to value possessiveness?  I knew Arx had been a drunkard, but that sort of thing generally stems from a desire to push people away, not draw them in.  Not that I was qualified to make such an assessment.  Still, it did pique my curiosity.

Of course, all of that was predicated on the assumption that their preferences stemmed from something more than simple taste.  It could be something as innocuous as a predilection for artichokes.

“Well, don’t leave me in suspense, Mia,” I said after a moment’s thought.

Lynnria’s tail twitched at the sound of my voice, but she did not otherwise react.  Or pause.

“Aww… come on,” Mia replied, pouting.  “You deliberately avoided the question.”

“And now you’re deliberately avoiding answering it,” I shot back.

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This chapter will only feature four sub-sections.

By the by, since using the AI art stuff is a little out of my wheelhouse, it's very possible that some of you are better at it.  If anyone ever wants to fiddle with creating some fan art type stuff, I'd be happy to feature it.  Just for fun, you know.  And I'm sure everyone else would be appreciative!