Echoes Of The Seven

Although it had been present for the remainder of the time it took to quickly assemble a basic forge, oven and loom, the constant sexual teasing hadn’t gone past the point of playful banter. Eris could only be thankful for that. At least with banter, it was easier to go back and forth with the jokes, while focusing on the fun rather than anything else.

It was a lot harder to do that when Eris was alone. No other people to distract her from the voices in her head. No jokes to fight the panic. No one else to keep her attention away from the problems, and nobody to tear focus from the mess in her mind.

Standing in the shower- in the bathroom attached to the master bedroom of her new house, Eris was shaking. Fingers were trembling as they tried to rub shampoo through her hair, but her focus simply wasn’t there. It wasn’t on the sawdust, sweat, clay and soot sticking to her form that she needed to wash off. Nor was it focused on the glittering silver of the Oculus pendant hanging between her wet breasts.

No- her focus was entirely inwards, thinking back on what she’d done.

In a horrifically boring lecture, the only thing she could think of to break the monotony had been sex, and Bailey had offered to be the outlet. She’d offered! Eris could have done it with someone she already knew, trusted, and had been intimate with more times than she could count.

More times than Jaxie, her own girlfriend, and by a significant margin. Granted, it was by circumstances out of their control, but it had all been to gather Desire when trapped in the hopes that Eris could get them out.

Except for when Eris made the Adjudication’s Altar. At that point, she already had all the Desire she’d need in that prison, and twenty seconds of work from Eris would give out more Desire than everything Eris and Bailey could earn together in a week. There was zero beneficial reason for the two of them to have sex at that point onwards, and yet they still fucked each other to sleep every night until they got out.

That wasn’t for a benefit. That wasn’t to achieve a goal. That was for nothing more than the fact that Eris wanted to fuck Bailey. She wanted to taste the blonde on her tongue. She wanted to feel her writhing under her fingers, and she didn’t care about things only being ‘necessary’.

That was sex, with someone who most definitely was not her girlfriend, for no reason other than Eris being horny. The only excuse that could be said is that it had become routine for the two at that point, so they had simply done what they already had been doing.

But earlier, in that lecture, there was no excuse. Eris didn’t need it to get Desire, since she’d be getting it so, so much more efficiently by doing it with her Wonders. Even if the two-hundred ish points that the performance gained was worth it, Eris could have chosen Bailey. Someone she was familiar with. Someone she was comfortable with.

And yet Eris had brushed the blonde aside, opting to drag someone new into the fray for no other reason than the fact Jaxie had already been with her. Eris had forced Grace to eat her out, right in the middle of a classroom in front of all the other tutors. A stranger, in front of other strangers, just because Grace was pregnant with the child that Jaxie gave her and she wanted to… what?

Eris wanted to prove something? Prove what? There was nothing to prove there, other than the fact that she got off on the idea of Jaxie knocking up other women. Her girlfriend giving others the child that Eris was meant to bear. And that made her horny.

And then there was later, when talking about the orgy with the Wonders that was going to happen, Eris got so hot and bothered that Bailey once again offered her services, which Eris then accepted. However, instead of settling for a simple blowjob to take the edge off and save her proper first times with the people she cared for most, Eris threw all of that away just so she could fuck Bailey.

She threw away the opportunity to join with Alex had the Knight taken some kind of potion to give her a vagina, letting both of them take each other’s virginities with the opposite tools. She threw that away. Gone. Lost forever, all because Eris couldn’t wait a few more hours and jumped on the very first opportunity which was Bailey’s well-used snatch.

Meanwhile, both the classroom incident and Bailey’s training only happened in the first place because of Eris herself. One because instead of anything else whatsoever, Eris decided to interrupt a terrible lecture by stripping naked and demanding sex. There were probably any number of other solutions, but THAT had been the one Eris went with.

And the other, getting so visibly worked up just at the thought of an orgy with her Wonders later, to the point where the group couldn’t even talk about it without Eris getting weak in the knees and dry in the throat. She wanted it so bad. She needed it. She needed it so much that she couldn’t even wait the few hours for it to happen naturally- she needed to run off with Bailey so that the blonde could drain her dry just in preparation for the sex she was going to have next.

And now, she was about ten minutes away from that moment happening. It was going to happen. The orgy. Having sex with Jaxie and Alex and Meghan and Nima and Claire. All of them, at once. All phenomenally attractive women in their own ways, and all working together without stopping until Eris reached twenty thousand Desire- enough to level up both Wonders of Artifice and Excellence.

Desire’s Reap {Passive} {Level 4 - Maxed}

Engage in sexual acts with others to collect Desire. Additional Desire is collected based on the arousal of the active participant(s) and depravity of the acts performed. Current Desire: 8,753

Eight thousand, seven hundred and fifty three points of Desire. Earlier today, and after her extensive testing with Jaxie and Alex, Eris had been at eight thousand and thirty six. That meant between the show in the classroom and the thorough draining from Bailey, and maybe a little bit from trying to craft in a dress that did absolutely nothing to hide her modesty in a room full of horny crafters, Eris had gotten just over seven hundred points of Desire.

No cheating the system with an altar that let her get points by draining her own magic items and skipping all the sex. Not even getting boosted by doing it with her Wonders to get more points. It was just seven hundred points, more than Eris had ever gotten ‘naturally’, all in the span of a single afternoon.

And none of it was even required. This orgy with the Wonders was going to happen anyway, so they would have gotten the points from that with far less effort. So, those seven hundred and seventeen points that Eris got were for no reason other than Eris being a horny, stupid, lecherous little slut that couldn’t keep it in her pants. A whoreish, nymphomaniac, idiotic harlot of a human being with no concerns other than figuring out who she got to fuck next.

Eris choked on a sob, falling to her knees with a thud on the shower tiles. Immediately, the door to the bathroom swung open with a concerned shout.

“Miss Kadell, are you alright?”

Charlotte stood in the doorframe, one hand on the hilt of her sheathed sword in panic. Since the curtain of the shower was still pulled all the way back, that left everything in clear view. Eris wasn’t even looking at her though. She just sat back onto her bottom, bringing her knees up to her chest and burying her face in her arms as she began to cry. Naked, wet, and sobbing on the floor of a shower while refusing to even acknowledge the bodyguard who was walking closer.

“Are you hurt?” After a few moments of silence, the concern softened. “...Mis Kadell?”

Oh. Seven-hundred and eighteen points, now.

Eris sniffled, a few lines of shampoo leaking from her hair and dripping down into the crevices of her eyes.

“Do you want to fuck me?”

“...Pardon?”

Eris twisted her head and cracked open eyes that immediately started stinging from shampoo. Still, she trained blurry vision onto the bodyguard and cleared her throat.

“Do you want to fuck me?” She asked more clearly. Seven hundred and nineteen points. Charlotte recoiled a bit.

“A-are you asking me to-”

“No,” Eris shook her head, cutting off the woman. “Not for me. For you. Do you want to have sex?”

The Knight, still missing her helmet that she seemed to now prefer keeping off, had a face quickly turning a brighter shade. “I- err… I am your sworn protector, and I am tasked to assist you in whatever ways I can. If that means helping you gather Desire, then I will-”

“Stop.” Eris commanded, pivoting as she did so. Instead of sitting perpendicular to the Knight with her legs pressed to her chest, she swung to face Charlotte directly. Then, she opened her legs to stop hiding her body. Everything was on display, from her wet breasts, to her smooth stomach, and to her thick, monstrous shaft that seemed to have decided to stay in a state of ‘moderately-erect’ since the workshop. Seven hundred and twenty points.

Seven twenty-one.

Seven twenty-two.

Eris locked eyes with the Knight, ignoring the sting from the shampoo. Seven twenty-three.

“Forget about gathering Desire. Forget about orders, and forget about what I want. Just what you want.”

Seven twenty-four.

“Do you, Carmine Charlotte, want to have sex with me?”

Seven twenty-five.

The average-looking woman paused long enough for five more points to tick up. Then, she gulped and gave a small nod.

“Y-yes.”

Eris’s voice remained level. “Kiss me.”

The redhead leaned forward. Charlotte hesitated only a single second before closing the gap on seven thirty-two.

The thirty-one year old woman’s lips were very soft. They were very plain, and they were very submissive. It was the eighteen-year-old Eris that needed to apply the pressure with her own lips, breaking them apart to let a tongue slide past.

Seven thirty-eight. Seven fourty-one.

Eris pushed up onto her knees, leaning forward more. She had already been sitting in a way that the stream of the shower had been going over and past her head, but now she was almost completely stretched over the tiny tile retaining wall to keep the shower from leaking into the rest of the bathroom. Both of her arms went up and wet hands firmly grabbed hold of the older woman’s cheeks.

Seven fourty-six

Charlotte, who was thirteen years older than Eris. Charlotte, who had likely started her first year at Marrix as a soldier in training while Eris was in kindergarten. Charlotte, who Eris had only known for less than twenty-four hours. Charlotte, apparently one of the highest level combatants in the entire force who was only beat out in strength by a small handful of people.

Charlotte, who Eris knew only on a professional level. Nothing about the woman except the fact she was thirty-one, a Major, female, and a nineteenth level Knight. That was it. Eris didn’t even know if the woman was married like Elmas. Charlotte could have had a husband or a wife back home. She could have had kids. Eris couldn’t see if there was a wedding ring under Charlotte’s gauntlets, but she figured that the chances were higher that this guardian had someone special back wherever she called home.

And Eris was now naked, dripping, and leaning on her while devouring that same possibly-married guardian’s mouth.

Seven fifty-five.

Eris pulled her lips back, removing her hands from Charlotte’s cheeks, then sat back on her feet in the shower. Charlotte’s face was almost as bright red as the rubies interspaced in her armour.

“You can go back outside, now,” Eris said flatly.

Seven fifty-six.

Charlotte nodded shakily and with no small amount of uncertainty. “O-okay?”

Eris remained kneeling while Charlotte rose to her feet. Seven fifty-seven. Then, almost like a blushing schoolgirl, the older woman turned around and shuffled out the door quickly. It shut behind her with a click and Eris sighed. She reached up with both hands to scrape shampoo and tears from her eyes.

She wanted to do it again. She wanted to call the bodyguard back in. She wanted to undo every strap holding the woman’s armour in place and gaze upon the brunette’s beauty. She wanted to taste her. To drag her tongue across a bare, muscular stomach and taste the sweat of a long day stuffed into armour. She wanted to pull her into the shower and use her body to scrub the woman clean, then let Charlotte do the same to her.

Eris’s cock throbbed, the full length pulsing with blood at the hardest it could be.

She wanted to lie in bed with Jaxie, cuddling away the stress of the world with the person she loved most.

She wanted to push Jaxie down on the bed and see how much of her new length the Berserker could take up the ass.

She wanted to kiss Jaxie gently and sweetly, while feeling Jaxie’s hands hold underneath a swollen stomach to help support the weight of the child they’d eventually have together.

She wanted to spend eternity bent over while Alex filled her up, with Jaxie claiming the blonde from behind.

Then, once Eris was stuffed to the brim with Alex’s cum, she’d look over and sloppily make out with Bailey, who was getting railed by Claire, while Meghan and Nima shook the bed. All of their hands would be everywhere, including Charlotte, who would be sucking Eris’s dick. Opehila and Rachel would be fucking each other’s brains out while making out with Tatum and Hima respectively, who would each then also be locked with Rocky and Addison. Then Grace, with a large, rounded belly, would be laying just beside Eris who’d finger the shit out of her and get pregnant cum all over her hand. Even Rita would be there, the professor naked and leaking cum from a pussy overflowing with Eris’s seed, right into Grace’s mouth who she’d be sitting on.

But the worst part of it was that Eris was finding it harder and harder to figure out why that was such a bad thing to happen. It was terrifying. If there was one thing that Eris knew in her life, it was that she wanted to be with Jaxie, forever, more than anything else. That was her rock. The girl she loved more than life itself.

But then why was Eris having panic attacks about the thought of marrying Jaxie, but salivating at the prospect of orgies? It didn’t make sense, and everything was backwards.

Eris clenched her fists tight enough that knuckles were turning white and she could feel her fingernails threatening to dig open her palms. She hated it. She loved it. She hated the fact that she loved it, and she loved the fact that she hated it. If, given the choice of having Jaxie in here and sweetly kissing her, and having a naked Charlotte slobbering all over her cock, Eris was angry at the fact she didn’t know which one she wanted more. She knew which one she should want more and which one she needed to want more, but after that it was all fog.

Eris was angry.

She was angry at Jaxie for being so incredible and understanding, and even encouraging Eris to be a whore. Things would be so much easier if Jaxie just wanted Eris all for herself. If Jaxie had been a selfish bitch and forced Eris to decide whether she wanted to have love, or to be a slut. If Eris had been forced to choose one or the other, she wouldn’t need to be so upset about having both. But that wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair to Jaxie to try and blame her for Eris’s problems.

She was angry at Bailey. If the blonde wasn’t so slutty and carefree about everything and trying to teach sex as no big deal, then maybe Eris would still be scared of it. But that wasn’t fair either. Bailey didn’t do anything wrong. Nor did any of the other tutors that all seemed to be hopelessly horny for Eris. They weren’t doing anything wrong by being willing to fuck Eris. They all volunteered, and they were all just doing their part to help the Syndicate, because Eris was so important. None of this was their fault.

If Eris had just been some prude- absolutely abhorrent to sex and hating every minute of it, things would be easier. If she only did things because she was forced to, with no enjoyment whatsoever, it would be simple. But it wasn’t. It wasn’t, because Eris loved it. Eris wanted to be the slut. She wanted to be the whore. She wanted to be the nymphomaniac sex-crazed fuck-bunny because it felt good, and she was willing to throw everything she cared about away for that.

Everything was Eris’s fault, and Eris’s fault alone.

Eris narrowed her eyes, bloody palms trembling. Well, not everything.

Eris was angry at Jaxie, and Alex, and Bailey, and Charlotte, and everyone else for everything they did even though it was all Eris’s fault. Everyone whose fault was actually Eris’s- everyone except for one person.

Eris was angry at Pravala.

Monster. Murderer. Slaver. Rapist. Victim or not, Pravala was everything awful about the world, and she deserved worse than what happened. She wanted to try and break Eris by raping her and showing her that Echoes needed to take what they wanted. That every good needed to be earned with bad, and that bad could only be achieved in one way. That in order for Eris and her to save the world from the Hollow, they needed to be even worse, and that it was justified no matter the cost.

Eris’s blood boiled under her skin. Part of her wished Pravala was still alive. Not a small part, either. She wanted Pravala to still be alive, just so that Eris could have her shackled in chains, blindfolded, naked, and unable to do anything but scream for help. Furthermore, Eris wanted to follow through with Pravala’s point. She wanted to show that awful woman exactly the same thing she’d shown Eris.

What it felt like to be helpless.

She’d keep her held down, just like Pravala did. She’d take every bit of that pale woman’s flesh that she wanted, no matter how much Pravala screamed or cried. She’d bury her cock so far down Pravala’s throat that she choked, and hold it there until the woman nearly blacked out, doing it again and again and again until Pravala got everything she deserved. Then Eris would move onto the other holes and ravage them until she was satisfied with the results and the Summoner was left weeping.

Eris’s chest shuddered again, the tears starting back up amidst choking sobs. Every other part of her tried to shove that thought away. She just wanted to be Eris Kerrot, Jaxie’s loving wife who she’d snuggle until they were old and grey in a world without problems.

Though, it terrified Eris that she wasn’t sure which she wanted more. A life with Jaxie, or to take revenge and violate Pravala in every way possible- becoming a horrific rapist and a prime example of the monster Echoes needed to be. A happy, stable, gentle marriage with the woman she loved, or to throw every relationship away and have a never-ending line of complete strangers to warm her bed and her nethers like the slut she ached for. A child with the one person she cared about more than anything, or to knock up an entire village’s worth of women to let her seed take over and claim Eris as their rightful, sworn sex queen.

And now she was minutes away from having a sloppy, sexy six-some that wasn’t optional. It was required in the efforts to make Eris strong enough so that she could save the world from an all-consuming corruption, but Eris didn’t have a single care to give about that fact. Eris just wanted to be a part of that orgy. She just wanted to be there, enjoying flesh, sweat, cum and pleasure. She needed that experience more than she needed to breathe.

Eris was horny.

Eris was angry.

Eris was aroused. But more than any of that?

Mostly, Eris was just scared as she wept on the floor of the shower.