Echoes Of The Seven

Good news: The Altar managed to get through about three quarters of the Ichryte in the carts.

Bad news: That was when the plinth exploded.

Thankfully, Eris made sure to take cover behind the rusted leg of the Warden after the Altar started visibly cracking and dripping with magic- much like the prison around them. Eris kept constant tabs on its current Durability throughout the process, watching it tick down further and further and further with every runestone that was filled until the ichryte was glowing white and placed into a different cart. The marble finally gave out at about six percent Durability left, releasing a thundering crack that echoed through the cavern as the Altar shattered with a flash of pink and green light.

Pieces of gravel and broken gold clattered against the underside of the Warden, which actually kept a lot of the fragments contained. Since everyone made sure to stand well clear and behind cover, not a single person was injured during the process. Well, except for the older gentleman who threw his back out helping to push the cart of charged Ichryte. He was carried away on a makeshift stretcher alongside the cart as everyone started walking back towards the kingdom square for the final preparations. Meanwhile, Eris took one last look towards Death Trap: Alda 3. Throughout the entire process, the Durability lowered from eighty-two percent to seventy-seven percent.

An hour of non-stop draining of magical energy, and it was a mere five percent. It almost made Eris shudder at the thought. If the Altar hadn’t been damaged at all, would she still have been able to drain the entire Warden or would it have still outlasted her creation? Furthermore- just how much Desire would that have given her?

What did Pravala say earlier? ”A drop in a bucket.”

Looking at it now, Eris almost wanted to revise that hypothesis. If she had been able to drain the entire Warden and put all the excess magic that wouldn’t fit in the Ichryte into her own reserves of Desire, the near seven-hundred thousand points that Eris and Pravala achieved together over an entire day would have been a drop in an ocean. Furthermore, with that extra enchantment it got that restored Durability when it came into contact with cum? Eris wasn’t sure if it would work in such a straightforward manner, or if that just restored physical Durability instead of the magical integrity of the item. Either way, the Warden was decades, if not entire centuries of Desire progression standing like a six-legged tower by the beach, but now Eris had to watch it get left behind.

Eris sighed and turned to follow the crowd back to the center of the kingdom. Her new clothes fit… surprisingly well. They were exactly the same as her previous clothes, given the fact that everything in this prison was made of the same materials and usually by the same people. They were plain, white, and linen-like, while also just a teeny bit baggy, which actually worked in their favour. It meant the pants had plenty of extra room for another round of diaper padding, and the long-sleeved shirt could very easily be rolled up to make space for the sturdy splint wrapped around Eris’s left wrist. Most importantly, the clothes were clean.

They didn’t do much for the fact that everyone was looking at her, though.

As Eris walked into the square where over a thousand people were gathered, damn near every eye was turned in her direction. Pretty much the only ones that weren’t belonged to two individuals laying on cots- one who’s left leg ended in a heavily-wrapped stump just above the knee, and the other with their right arm securely splinted.

Aside from them, the only other eyes not looking at her belonged to the dead.

There were five bodies laid out on wooden platforms, and it seemed as though each of the kingdomfolk were taking turns walking up and paying their respects to those who fell. One of the bodies Eris recognized as the man whose entire front split open right before her eyes, and she had to look elsewhere. Of course, that let her see a man just beside the body, holding its hand while his eyes bored into Eris like drills. Then, he let go of the hand, stood from where he was kneeling, and walked purposefully towards Eris with an expression of intent plastered over his face.

It didn’t take long for Eris to realize he was going to confront the woman that killed what was probably his husband. Apparently, Elmas and Bailey realized that same thing as well, since they both took a single side-step in front of Eris, standing shoulder to shoulder and blocking the man’s path without a word. Not that speaking would have mattered, since the language barrier meant their actions would speak for them. Eris swallowed.

“It’s okay,” she said to Bailey and Elmas. Both girls looked back at her with an uncertain expression, but ultimately backed off and opened a space for the man to approach Eris. He looked down at her with an expression of pain and anger across his wrinkled features, and there was tension in his shoulders. Eris could guess he was a single moment away from hitting her- from tackling her to the ground and trying to take her life like she did to his love.

Even worse, Eris wanted him to. She wanted him to be angry at her. She took action that resulted in the deaths of nine people, four of which weren’t even laid out on the platform since being crushed by the Warden meant there wasn’t enough of them left in a single piece to display. By the Seven, the only reason that there were five bodies on the platform instead of four was because even though one was crushed beneath the Warden, it seemed as though it only caught her lower half. Her body was displayed as if she were sleeping peacefully, though a blanket was specifically positioned so it covered everything that was missing from the waist down.

After what Eris did, she deserved to be hit. She needed everyone in this kingdom to hate her for killing eight of their own in such a cruel and undignified way. She was the monster, and she needed to face her crimes.

However, the man standing in front of her didn’t strike at her. Instead, he sniffled, leaned down a little bit to match Eris’s shorter stature, then embraced her in a tight hug. His voice was shaky in her ear.

”Nu nyx. Lohse. Ragr. Ad ragr…”

Eris couldn’t immediately remember what ‘Nicks’ meant, but Lohse and Ragr she knew. The man was presumably saying that he was sad and angry- very angry. He pulled back enough to look Eris in the eyes- he had been crying but now held a look of resolve.

”Mo manst azris. Mo manst eris. Nu manst cirella, ad cirella.”

Eris tried to piece the translation in her mind. Learning bits and pieces of the language she was named in had merely been a hobby. If she knew it would have actually been useful, Eris would have focused a lot harder.

You fix future. You fix hope. I fix thanks, very thanks.

Wait, ‘manst’ could mean either ‘fix’ or ‘give’. That made a bit more sense, with those words changed. Eris choked through her words.

“Cirmol? Nu ad cirmol.” Sorry. Me very sorry.

The man shook his head. ”Id. Id cirmol. Cirella. Ra cirella.”

No. No sorry. Thanks. All thanks.

“Ra cirella.” A voice echoed from the left as a woman stepped forward. ”Ra cirella.” A man spoke up in the crowd. He was followed by another. ”Ra cirella.”

Soon, dozens of people were all stepping up to proclaim their thanks, loudly and with resolved enthusiasm. That wasn’t it though- they were all touching her. Hands were placed on her shoulders- her cheeks, her back. There were no small number of kisses either. Many were doing the same greeting that Peilo and Zoime did, of holding Eris’s cheeks and kissing her temples. Some simply kissed her forehead, or her nose, or even both of her closed eyelids. A shocking number kissed her directly on the lips in a long, gentle embrace.

All Eris could really do was stand there as what felt like the entire population of the kingdom passed over her with hands and lips and so many ‘Cirellas’ that it was practically ringing through her ears. Bailey and Elmas both just stood back, though they weren’t without their own attentions from the crowd. More often than not, anyone who finished giving their thanks to Eris turned right back around and did the exact same to both Bailey and Elmas- the latter of which looked equal parts appreciative and deeply uncomfortable; especially when they would kiss her on the lips. At least Bailey didn’t seem to mind at all.

However, it was a specific trio of women stepping up that brought Eris’s attention back to reality. A plain-looking brunette, a shorter, dark skinned lady with hair almost the same shade as snow, and a woman so tall that she could dust the top shelf without getting on her tiptoes. All three of them were clothed, and each wore a complicated expression on their faces. When they each said their own ‘Cirella’, none of them tried to make any contact with Eris. They didn’t kiss her temples or hold her good hand or anything. They stayed perfectly respectful with a simple nod of their heads. Obviously, they were trying not to upset Eris given the fact that they, in part, were the ones that raped her.

Eris surprised all three of them by stepping forward and pulling them into a hug, one after the other.

When Eris pulled away from Bimaja- the exceptionally tall one, she looked down and gently took Eris’s good hand before raising it high for all to see. Bimaja’s voice rang out.

”Adhroiza!”

”ADHROIZA!!!” The shout of the entire kingdom repeating the statement was loud enough to rattle Eris’s brain. Not just from the volume, but from what it seemed as though they were calling her. Not a monster. Not a villain that murdered eight of them. Not the foul presence that Eris felt in her chest. ‘Adhroiza’.

Saviour.

It almost felt uncomfortable- to sit down and do… nothing. No projects being worked on, no last minute smoke bombs to make, no trap she needed to quadruple-and-quintuple check. Everything was done. The ichryte was charged, the Skeleton Key was centered in the square with a little curtained section surrounding it so that Eris could perform the requisite orgasm with some semblance of privacy, and that meant the only thing left to do was hope that the plan even worked.

And to wait until it was time to do that plan.

According to Eris’s pocketwatch that she removed from the rudimentary alarm setup and put back together shortly following the grand appreciation from the kingdom, it was barely seven in the morning. In other words, there was a solid nine hours until they were supposed to use the key, since four in the afternoon had been the time Eris told everyone in the office yesterday.

At least the kingdomfolk seemed to be making the most of it- they were having a grand party.

Eris did take note that the party didn’t necessarily seem to be focused on Pravala’s ceased existence, which truthfully would have made Eris feel even more sick to her stomach. She wasn’t sure if she could handle a celebration of the fact that she murdered nine people. Instead, the party seemed to be directed far more as a celebration that they were finally getting out of their prison, as well as to honour each of those who died during Eris’s plan. The recovered bodies were wrapped in several of the tapestries hanging in Pravala’s castle, with more of the tapestries being wrapped into their own bundles to serve as placeholders for the bodies that didn’t have enough to retrieve.

The bodies and placeholders alike were burned in a pyre, in some kind of funeral ceremony that was oddly beautiful despite understanding very little of the language. There was singing and what seemed to be the telling of stories while the fire blazed among them. Musicians with centuries of practice played music that literally brought Eris to tears, while dancers moved with precision that would rival even the most dextrous of classes. So much fish was served as food that it would have made a grizzly bear pass out from the sight, and everyone was smiling and laughing and having a wonderful time.

Meanwhile, Eris tried to look small, sitting off near the edge of the festivities and staring down at the tapestry placeholder for Pravala resting in her lap.

In all honesty, it shouldn’t have been surprising that they made one for her. Sure, she enslaved them and ruled over them as their queen for centuries, but that much time together had to lead to some kind of mutual respect. From what Eris could gather with her limited translation skills, Pravala did seem to be a generally kind ruler.

She didn’t whip them or punish them for doing bad things. She certainly didn’t hurt any of them, which was now obvious since she herself would feel the pain, and she did always seem to do whatever it took to keep all of them safe if she could. One person seemed to be telling a story about a collapse in one of the mine tunnels, where half a dozen miners were trapped without a chance of escape before Pravala got them out.

Sure, they had literally zero privacy because of Pravala’s connection, and Pravala would take control over any of them at any time to relay information over a distance or accomplish certain tasks, but that was about it. For how it seemed, all the people trapped in this prison kingdom really did seem to be their own, isolated civilization. Meanwhile, Pravala seemed to be a hermit that lived on the outskirts and served as a pseudo-ruler and protector. At the very least, it seemed as though the kingdomfolk understood why Eris killed the Summoner. She was a fair queen, but her insanity was a genuine problem that didn’t appear to have any other solution.

Eris rubbed her thumb over the image of Pravala in the bundle of coloured cloth and yawned. The woman staring up at her looked so regal and composed. Eris couldn’t bear watching it burn like the others, so she politely intervened and took the bundle before it could be placed in the flames. Nobody stopped her.

After all, Eris made a promise to herself, one that she technically couldn’t keep because there wasn’t a body left to bury. But damned it all, Eris was going to see it through. No matter what the woman did, Pravala at least deserved that much.

Eris realized that she fell asleep in the chair provided for her when she was gently shaken awake. Her eyes opened to see Bailey kneeling beside her, with Elmas just a few paces behind. The party in the background also seemed to have completely died down, with everyone having moved off to the side and seated in a rudimentary line. Looking down, Eris could see that she was clutching Pravala’s pyre bundle to her chest, and a blanket had been draped over her while she slept.

“Wakey wakey, Cutiepie,” Bailey smiled sweetly. “You might get to sleep through the party, but now we’ve got one last step we need to do. It’s almost time to use the Key.”

“What time is it?” Eris blinked away the fog in her eyes.

“About three-thirty. We were keeping track while you slept.” Elmas answered, then handed over a familiar silver watch. The black mark on her wrist appeared to have fully cleared away- leaving no trace that she had ever been magically branded. The same went for Bailey, though the fact that the blonde was still lacking several cup sizes seemed as though their changes from the Gifting had not returned. It had been a very hopeful thought, Eris could admit, but part of her wished that as the tattoo and the last of Pravala’s influence vanished, the two would gain their abilities again. That the intensity of Pravala’s magical presence as an Echo was so drastic compared to theirs that everything they had was completely suppressed- like trying to focus on a candle held next to the sun.

Unfortunately, it was seeming more and more of a possibility that the sun hadn’t just overwhelmed the faint light their candles were giving off- it had snuffed them out entirely.

Bailey chimed in, gently helping Eris to her feet. “Everything is ready to go. The curtains are set up to give us a little privacy, the ichryte is next to the Key to overpower it, and everyone else is lined up and ready to go as soon as the pathway opens. They’ll be right behind us.”

Eris swallowed through a shaky nod. “Okay. Let’s go.”

The three walked side by side, in view of everyone in the kingdom all sitting down in a line that curled in a circle around the square. Right in the very middle was a small section with white curtains on freestanding racks, blocking off an area about ten feet on a side. Bailey pulled aside one of the curtains to reveal that the mining cart overflowing with charged ichryte was taking up almost half the space, with the Skeleton Key resting on top. The other half was taken up by a bed that had been moved from somewhere.

Bailey crawled onto the bed, helping Eris do the same with only a little bit of difficulty from her injured wrist. Eris set Pravala’s tapestry bundle down on the pile of ichryte in the cart, next to the Key. Meanwhile, Elmas stood back by the curtain. “I’ll keep watch, and help to direct everyone through when the path opens.”

Looking at her, Eris could still see the way that the soldier had been looking earlier, with possessed hunger. Hands that rolled over her body, with a dick being sawed in and out of her bottom. But now, she could also see the guilt.

”It wasn’t her fault,” Eris’s mind said. ”Show her you believe that.”

Eris reached forward with her good hand to take Elmas’s, then pulled the woman onto the bed until the curtain closed behind her.

“I want you to help.”

Elmas stared with wide eyes for a moment before they gained some resolve and the woman swallowed.

“Okay.”

As both of Eris’s partners got settled on the bed, Bailey reached up to re-secure her overwhelmingly poofy hair into a ponytail. “Alright, the very first thing that needs to be stated; The safe word is ‘Caterpillar’. Anything gets to a point that any one of us three aren’t comfortable with, saying that will stop everything.” She then turned her blue eyes directly at the Artificer.

“Please, for the love of the gods, promise me that you will use that word the millisecond you don’t like what’s happening, or you need a break.”

“I’m fine-” she tried to say, but was cut off by Bailey reaching one hand forward to shut her up with a finger against her lips, along with a very stern expression.

“Eris, and I mean this with the utmost love I have in my heart; I don’t give a flying fuck if you’re fine with everything that happened to you. I just need you to understand that I’m giving you the safety rope, even if you think you don’t need it, and I’m not going to do a damned thing with you until you show me you’re holding onto that rope with both hands and a tight fucking grip.”

The intensity in Bailey’s eyes actually scared Eris a bit. It was a genuine concern that if she didn’t agree with Bailey right then and there, the blonde might slap her right across the face- that was how focused Bailey’s expression was. Eris gulped and gave a quick nod while Bailey pulled her finger from Eris’s lips so the redhead could speak.

“Yep- okay. Safe word’s ‘Caterpillar’. Got it.”

Bailey gave a resolved nod, then sat back on her heels. “Alright, second thing; how much clothing is being taken off, Eris? I know we all took a bath together earlier, but this is different. Since we’re not doing anything lower down, do you want to keep your pants on and just take off your shirt? Do you want us to take our clothes off, or will you be more comfortable if we stay dressed? And don’t you dare say something like ‘Whatever you two want is fine’- no. I want a genuine, honest answer. Don’t say what you think we want you to say, say what you want to say.”

Eris could do little more than mentally chastise herself for getting just slightly turned on. Something about Bailey threatening Eris in the most considerate way was doing things to her. Part of her could only imagine Bailey, completely naked and sitting on Eris’s lap while the redhead was tied to a bed and unable to move, while Bailey chastised her for not drinking enough water and even holding the cup for her since her hands were tied…

Eris quivered.

Holy fuck, where did THAT come from? Eris blinked a few times, then forced herself to look into Bailey’s eyes.

“I- uhh… the padding is pretty nice so I’d like to keep my pants on, but can you two be- erm… naked?”

Bailey nodded. “I am completely okay with that. Leyla, are you okay with that?”

Both girls looked over at the soldier, who gave a stiff nod. “Yes.”

“Alright then. Let’s get comfy.”

In barely a minute, Eris had her shirt taken off, baring her upper half to the world. In some strange way, still having her pants on made her almost feel more naked. She found herself unconsciously covering her chest with her splinted arm while getting into position. Meanwhile Elmas and Bailey stripped quickly to show off their own delightful bodies.

“Alright, let’s not forget what the end goal of this is,” Bailey said. “Us two are going to be making you cum, but right before you do, you need to use the Key and start that projection while shoving as much of the magic from the ichryte into the Key as possible. I’m thinking maybe you get on your knees and sit on your feet while leaning against the edge of the cart? That way everything’s in easy reach.”

Eris nodded. “Okay.”

Elmas took that as a sign to grab a blanket and drape it over the metal edge of the cart, so Eris wasn’t resting her arms on something cold, hard, and probably a little dirty. When she was finally settled, she felt Bailey’s hand resting idly on her lower back- thumb tracing a tiny circle over her spine.

“Okie dokie, let’s get started.”

“What… what should I be doing?” Elmas asked curiously. Bailey leaned in, sliding her nude body into Eris’s side and rubbing her hands along the redhead’s skin.

“Just follow my lead.”

A light sigh passed through Eris’s nose when Bailey rested her face in the crook of the redhead’s neck, planting extremely light and soft kisses there while hands wandered. They weren’t wandering fast- it was a leisurely stroll as fingers traced up Eris’s side and glided over her stomach. Bailey was so gentle, and even if the touch wasn’t immediately pleasurable, it was most definitely soothing.

“Mmm, that feels nice.”

“Good. It’s supposed to.” Bailey smiled into Eris’s neck. A second pair of lips made themselves known as a hesitant kiss was pressed into Eris’s opposite shoulder. Elmas’s own hands didn’t quite move as much as Bailey’s, but the sustained pressure on her stomach and lower back was actually quite nice. Eris rested her forehead on her arms. Well- arm. Her injured and bandaged one was resting idly atop the ichryte crystals while the other was laid across the edge of the cart to serve as a rudimentary pillow.

Eris did get tingles under her skin when Bailey’s thumb slid through the crevice of her underboob, and again when the blonde was leaving a thin trail of kisses from her shoulder to her waist and kissed the side of her breast several times. Naturally, the same thing also happened on Elmas’s side, which was like an oddly sexy game of ‘Follow the Leader’. However, both distinctly avoided going for direct touches on Eris’s nipples, or even an abundance of focus on Eris’s chest in general. It was as if Bailey was guiding Elmas to touch and slide her hands over every part of Eris’s upper body except the part that was important.

Though, judging by the way that Eris could peek down and see her nipples crinkling into hardened points, it was most certainly working.

And it was starting to get frustrating. Even if her skin was tingling with arousal under their light, almost reverent touches, the fact that they weren’t going for gold after more than a few minutes was genuinely pissing Eris off. Bailey’s hand sliding up Eris’s sides with a direct path towards Eris’s boobs, only to be diverted an inch before contact and rubbing across Eris’s stubbly underarms eventually made the redhead grunt with dissatisfaction. Of course, that was when Bailey laughed.

“Alright alright. Leyla dear, keep Eris some company, would you?”

Eris felt Bailey shift around and behind her, while Elmas continued to sit just off to the side. The soldier raised an eyebrow so much that Eris could practically hear it.

“What exactly is that supposed to mean?”

Bailey’s laugh turned into a mischievous giggle. “It means you can start playing with her boobs for real.”

Eris mumbled into her arm lazily. “And what are you going tooooh- nnngh…”

Her sentence was cut off by a firm pressure of a palm pressing into her spine, right between her shoulderblades. That pressure rolled downwards and Bailey eased her palm across each vertebrae, shifting back and forth like she were sawing sideways in each gap between the bones.

“Hrrmmm, -ahh… Oh, that- that’s nice.”

Bailey chuckled while continuing to firmly massage every joint in Eris’s spine. Of course, that was so much of a sudden distraction that Eris gasped and tensed when Elmas’s gentle fingers slid over the side of her breast before clutching a nipple between thumb and forefinger with a light squeeze. That tension, in turn, was almost immediately forced out in a low groan as Bailey pressed hard and deep on the backside of Eris’s ribcage. Eris had to arch her back inwards, pushing her chest harder into Elmas’s grip and biting her bottom lip.

“That’s it, keep going just like that,” Bailey encouraged. “Leyla’s gonna make sure your perfect little titties get all the attention they deserve, and I’m gonna give you a lovely massage to hopefully get rid of all that tension you’ve got. I mean, look at these shoulders…”

Bailey’s hands went higher, sliding her thumbs hard in the gap between Eris’s shoulderblades and making her shudder instinctively.

“So much tension, and we’re gonna release it all. Eris, why don’t you be a good girl for me and let out a nice, deep breath. As much as you can- try to empty your lungs.”

It was a little hard to focus when her right nipple was getting lightly rolled back and forth and a hand with three fingers was tracing around her belly button, but Eris complied. She inhaled, then opened her mouth and let her chest shrink back in with all the air being expelled. Bailey’s hands stayed still, so Eris kept breathing out until it reached a point where she was wheezing to try and push out any more. Of course, that was when Bailey dug her thumbs down deep while rolling her palms downwards. It was also when Elmas pinched the nipple a little bit harder to send an extra jolt.

The noise that Eris made sounded pathetic. No air in her lungs and squeaking out a moan was probably the equivalent sound to a mouse getting stepped on. Not that Eris could care much, since there were a few satisfying ‘pops’ sounding out as Bailey forced Eris’s back to crack, and the sensation was delightful. Eris gasped the air back into her lungs while tingles shot all the way down her body that were so potent she could practically feel them in her toes. Those tingles turned to shivers when she felt Bailey’s nude body slide up against her back, hard nipples pressing into her shoulderblades. Bailey’s whispered voice tickled Eris’s ear.

“Mmm, you’re doing so well, such a good girl. We’re gonna get you nice and relaxed.”

Relaxed was the last word that Eris would use to describe how she felt in that moment- especially when Bailey leaned just a teensy bit forward and nibbled gently on Eris’s ear. Especially especially when Elmas ducked her own head down and flicked a tongue over Eris’s nipple while her scarred hand moved to grope the other breast.

Though, any previous concerns about how she was going to cum without travelling below the belt quickly washed away.

In fact, part of her was embarrassed more than anything. As Bailey’s hands started massaging lower and lower, making Eris’s back bend inwards and thrust her tits into Elmas’s face, Eris almost felt shame at how much this was doing for her. It was humiliating enough to be a quick shot in general, but having it happen so fast without any actual touching where it counted? Eris’s entire face was heating up with a blush while the butterflies in her stomach grew into hummingbirds, and then sparrows.

Eris’s good hand stretched outwards across the pile of glowing runestones in front of her until her fingers clasped around the base of the Skeleton Key. Part of the action was to make sure she was ready to use it in just a few moments. The rest of it was simply so she could hold onto something and keep her fingernails from carving into her own palm.

“Oh, I can feel you quivering,” Bailey chuckled, switching to the other ear and nipping at it. “You’re getting close, and you’re doing such a good job. But you have one job left to do, right? You’re gonna use that Key and show up right in front of the Obelisk where everyone can see you, and you’re gonna cum so hard and so good while someone else on the other end does the same thing.”

Eris whimpered. Bailey licked Eris’s ear in a way that sent shivers and kept going.

“That’s what you’re going to do. You’re gonna cum for me, and for Leyla, and for everyone else waiting at the Obelisk, and someone else is gonna come for you. They’ve been waiting, Cutiepie.”

Another hard press on her back forced a throaty groan, and yet the blonde just kept going.

“They’ve probably been sitting there for hours, so close to cumming but they can’t, not until you show up. They need to cum so bad, and you do too, but you can only do it together. So whenever you’re ready, you’re gonna be such a perfect little plaything and show up there so you can-”

Bailey’s voice went silent. Eris’s ears popped from the transition as entirely new sounds filled her senses. Forcing her eyes to pry open, she was kneeling on soft grass, right in front of the bench that she and Bailey shared lunch on moments before the accident. Furthermore, there was a person on that bench.

A girl.

A naked girl.

A naked girl, with her pussy on open display inches from Eris’s face- so close that the redhead could smell the arousal dripping from the girl’s fingers that continued to plunge in and out, and hear the whimpered moans as she tried so hard to bring herself over the edge.

However, what distracted Eris the most was the fact that she could still feel Elmas and Bailey. Pressure forcing in between the muscles of her back, and a warm tongue slurping all around her nipple before it moved to the other. She couldn’t feel the bed she was kneeling on or the Key she gripped in her fingers, or even the lingering pain of her fractured wrist, but of course she could feel the way her companions continued to pleasure her disconnected body.

Of course the only sensation shared through this object made by an Artificer of Lust would be acts of pleasure.

Eris gasped, holding on to the chains in her abdomen while feeling everywhere in her chest for the magic of the ichryte. Just like yesterday with her sacrificial items, she could feel the energy buzzing around her and waiting to be used. This time, however, there was so much that it was almost overwhelming. Like listening to the wind in the middle of a hurricane.

Eris grabbed as much of it as she could comprehend, willing every drop to be shoved into the metaphysical connection of the Skeleton Key held within her.

Immediately, the world seemed to sharpen into focus, but then it kept going. Colours went so bright they were blinding. The smell of sex inches from her nose became the only scent in the entire world. Her ears were filled with the sound of surprised gasps at the volume of yells, along with whimpers of pleasure that could probably crack concrete. Eris completely curled over on herself, reaching both hands out and resting them on the knees of the girl in front of her, whose warmth felt like Eris was grabbing hold of a firestorm.

Every sensation in existence was turned from ten out of ten, all the way up to sixty, and the pleasure tore apart every nerve in Eris’s body. Nothing else mattered. Nothing else needed to matter. It was just Eris and the strongest orgasm of her entire life. She screamed out in a wailing moan, all the breath in her lungs leaving completely with no chance of returning. Though, in that brief moment, the surge of sensation dimmed. Everything itched like her body was covered in fire ants and all she could see were golden cracks splitting across her vision. A non-existent world turned sideways and Eris lurched forward, completely off-balance with her mind aching from having the sensor’s effects be multiplied in power by hundreds of times.

She wondered if this was anything like what Pravala felt when Bailey came in that smoke. Not that the thought lasted any longer than that. The last thing Eris felt before blacking out completely was the floor she collapsed face-first onto. But for some reason, it didn’t feel like rock and stone.

It felt like grass.