Chapter 24

Dave had suddenly fallen asleep.

Scrunching my imaginary eyebrow, the tendrils that once constituted my body helped in resuscitating his vital functions, having seemingly been blocked just shortly before he fell unconscious. Then, a wet feeling strained my non-existent feet, quickly becoming cold to the touch as each of them jumped up and down, trying to avoid it as much as possible.

""It is no use, Asimi."" Nurgal advised, her tone as calm as the sea, neither a good nor a bad thing. ""His emotions are overwhelming him again. And from a touch alone, it's obvious what he's feeling right now. Say, would thou carest to guess what it is that he's experiencing right now?""

'Sadness.' I wanted to answer, but it didn't seem right. I wasn't wrong, per say, just, a little bit off to the side. He was sad because of the events preceding these, naturally that much I could gather. But the intents behind the actions were a tad harder to grasp. He and his partner were talking, one thing led to another, and this was how it turned out.

Shaking my head, I took to pondering the question for a bit longer, looking to the endless void for some sort of guidance that never was there in the first place. My hands shuffled through my host's memories, viewing each one with rapt attention. The deafening wails of the crashing waters vanishing from my hearing. The air around me grew viscous, as though as it were honey. Leaving me frozen in my own little world

"Nervousness and fear?" I answered, a tad unsure of myself. The fools who built me never had the slightest hint of caring for my emotional wellbeing, and the only mention of those terms I've scantly heard outside of Dave's mind. "If I am not mistaken, the water being cold lends itself to his indecisiveness, the nervous feeling of not knowing the outcome to a solution. Which also feeds into his crippling fear of losing the only person he has left from his previous life."

The red-haired woman sat silently on her chair, a goblet appearing in her hand, sloshing its contents around. ""Hm. Wonderful, simply beautiful."" Her sight didn't stray from the liquid vessel as the distance between us shortened, the world growing smaller and smaller with each passing second. ""This is going to be a problem, won't it? Would thoust be a dear and take care of it for now? It's best if the boy's disillusions are properly treated."

Without another word, she stood up, walking aimlessly into the endless darkness. ""Remember, be a good girl until I come back and don't cause too much trouble. He probably wouldn't be too happy over his dick being stuck inside of a beehive."" A blush overcame my imaginary face, my body heating up, a few ideas flying through my head.

Pushing away those obscene thoughts, I spread my being throughout Dave's very accommodating vessel, filling in the few spots that I had purposefully left out, his body ceasing completely as a sense of control surged in my now very real finger tips, his physique becoming my own. Our existences linked for but a moment, one and the same.

But not fully.

There still existed a gap between our minds, a thin piece of film that I had placed to keep our minds separate. To keep who he was him, and to keep me the same as I have always been. At least, for now.

Coming to life, my hand shot up into the air, grabbing the attention of the very much shaken Vestia, whose figure seemed to be taking care of Dave. At least, the rag in her left hand said as much. Glancing towards the woman, a neutral expression spread across my face, a slight awkwardness in my movements. It had been a minor bump in the road, but manipulating the smaller muscles was tougher than those more commonly used.

Just as I thought, the fire keeper noticed something was off, her shoulders lowering as she stepped closer and closer to me, sitting by my side. "Oh, I assume thou art Asimi?" She asked, letting go of a breath. "Thine movements are substantially more still, so I just assumed. Though, from thy reaction, that would appear to be the case, wouldn't it?"

My eyes blinked, fluttering as I craned my neck towards my companion, letting my jaw hang. "Y-you could tell? What- what- am I thinking, of course you can. It was -idiotic- idiotic of me to assume otherwise." Shaking my head, I scratched the back of my neck, observing the blonde for a response. "I know I might be stretching my boundaries, but would you mind telling me what happened between you and Dave? Or at least, your side of the conversation?"

It was odd to say all these things with a deep masculine voice. The double feedback of my thoughts and voice ambushing me all at once, the reverb throwing me in for a loop. Still, she acquiesced to my request, nodding as her head descended onto my shoulder, leaning against it for support.

"Mine relevancy is decreasing by the day." She began, fiddling around with her fingers. "With the onset of my pregnancy on the horizon, it won't be long until I cease accompanying him all together. For what it's worth, I want to make good use of this time whilst it is still within mine grasp. Though, with each failure it appears as though I take a step back each time." Her fingers grazed my skin, the hairs on my arms and legs rising.

"From the little -ittle- that I-ay-'ve seen from your rel-ati-ationship-," My eyebrow furrowed, facial muscles twitching at the sound. Clearing my throat, I returned to the conversation, ignoring the noise made by Dave's vocal cords. "From the little I've seen from your relationship," I swiftly repeated, my voice quick as silver. "The two of you seem far more attached to one another than I had initially thought."

Vestia nodded to my words, the crook of her neck finding itself on my shoulder. "I can also tell that Dave wouldn't care either way. In fact, he's been rambling more as of late, his thoughts predominantly centered around you and your unborn child. If anything, the man's playing a dangerous balancing act really.

"He worries for you, but at the same time, knows that saying it outright could potentially set you off." Waiting for a response, I was somewhat surprised when she, in turn, accepted this reasoning. A dusting of red coating her cheeks. "It worried him to no end, nights left sleepless, as he tirelessly pondered the thought of losing you in an accident."

"And yet, he allowed me to indulge in my fantasies a little longer." Vestia traced the broad side of her sword, her tone turning solemn, back straightening out. At the same time, I could feel my heart sink, without reason or a warning. Then, my eyes became heavy, hands shivering. "While it was a delight to listen to his sentiments, it saddens me to hear that I was also the subject of his plights. If only… If I had put more trust in his words. I-If onl-:

Without a second thought, my arms wrapped around her shoulders, lips drifting to hers as a moan left my throat. What was going on? Gradually, my consciousness felt dim, the light darkening, and drowsiness settling. "Mere words cannot express the amount of gratitude I have for you. Frankly, I would've been bawling my eyes out like a child, weren't it not for you."

Following this, a series of soft sniffles rumbled my ears, vision blurring as I was transported elsewhere. "Now, I need to return things to how they once were. You've done enough as it is. Rest, we have much work to do in the morning." Tearing my body to bits, the control I once had was stripped right out of my fingertips. However, the cold sensation of Dave's mindscape was no longer there.

There was no flood. No gloom, nor doom. In their place, was a grassy meadow and a radiant sun, it's warm rays shining down on my resting figure. ""There need not worry, Asimi. For whatever action may come next, it is all his responsibility to deal with it. Not ours."" An ominous warning, but one that flew right past my head, tiredness filling the blanks of my thought process.

The ground was soft, comfortably so. Maybe… Perhaps I could lay here for a little bit longer, a minute or two of rest wouldn't hurt, right?

…

"A- Asimi!?" Vestia cried out in between breaths, my tongue wrapping around hers as my hands wandered her bountiful frame, latching onto her posterior. Pushing at my shoulders, she was able to pry herself away from me, gasping. "Thou art…Dost thee really wishest this?" Her expression was one of disgust and conflict, a shaky exhale leaving her mouth.

"Don't worry, everything's going to be alright." I cooed, her brow arching to its peak. "Rest assured nothing bad is ever going to happen to you from now on." Inhaling deeply, my sight drifted for a moment before recentering, the moment of hesitation not unnoticed by Vestia's eyes. "Because after a confession like that… I don't there's anything else I can do, except this."

Her expression shifted, eyebrows softening as her left hand caressed my cheek, her thumb brushing just below my eyes. "Dave… I-ah" She sputtered before recollecting herself, inhaling deeply. "I apologize hiding this from thee. Had I known of it sooner I wouldn't have hid my feelings from-"

Sealing her lips shut once more, a cacophony of muffled words passed between our mouths. Initially, she was adverse to the sudden action. Though, she gradually eased into the motions, her own fingers finding themselves groping my chest, sparks of arousal flying in all sorts of directions

And from those minute sparks lit a flame, a searing feeling burning up in my core as I hunched my body, practically towering over Vestia, her eyes widening slightly. But to my surprise, it was her to take the lead, her body falling to the ground. And due to this, I fell as well, collapsing onto her, my arms catching myself at the very last moment, the beat of my heart roaring in my ears.

"Touch the darkness within me, Ashen One~." A smile flashed across my face, images of better memories flashing in my mind. "And may thee enjoy thine journey there~. Lest you be bitten by the denizens that revel in its shade~." Her words were sultry, tantalizing to the senses. And like a spider, she had me within her web.

Not even bothering to remove her clothes, I pulled up her upper garments, taking satisfaction as her well-endowed bosom was set free. The pair of soft mounds slipping out inch by inch, before crashing down like a sack of potatoes, her rock-hard nipples quivering in the of the night's cold wind.

"Thou hath always taken a liking to them, I have always wondered why." Vestia wondered aloud, a hand reaching out for my head. "Need not worry, however. To see thine delighted expression is enough to bring me to tears." A sly grin formed at her lips, which was enough of a signal for me to continue on, diving straight into the delectable treat.

Her pale flesh met my teeth, sinking into them as a moan reached my ears, jaw unhinging to allow my tongue lap around its curvature. On the other hand, I was thoroughly amused when a warm smooth surface met with the head of my hardening cock, rising to attention as the palm of my partner rubbed its underside with great vigor.

Sliding her dexterous fingers over the sensitive ridges of my tool, Vestia merrily giggled, her breath hitching as I nibbled on her succulent nipple. It worked like clockwork, a loop that slowly escalated with both sides trying to outdo the other, and vice versa.

Maneuvering my hand to her lower lips, I parted her undergarments, pulling myself away from her chest before diving into her neck, plunging into both ends at the same time. A sharp gasp echoed from her mouth, my digits trying to perform their best on her already sopping pussy, only leaking out more fluid with time.

"This early on and you're already this wet? You must've been waiting a while for this… Or maybe you expected this beforehand?" Posing the question, Vestia could barely come up with an answer before a river of liquid sprayed onto my fingers, with them now furiously drilling the same spot.

Wrung dry, the fire keeper could hardly lift a finger, the rise and fall of her magnificent chest slowing to a crawl. The unsteady intake and release of air contorting my expression, taking immense pride at the job I had done. Pulling myself back, I heaved a few mouthfuls of air, observing the moment for what it was worth.

Or, at least I thought I did. As for the few seconds I was distracted for, Vestia decided it was her time to strike, both of her hands latching onto my rod. Before I knew it, a booming spark rang in my ears, a yellow incandescence glowing from below my waist. An indescribable numbness lingering for a fleeting instant, before exploding all at once, my legs buckling at the sudden expulsion.

"Wh- What was that?" I asked, my form haggard, desperately trying to keep afloat. There wasn't a miracle in my, let alone her, arsenal that could output electricity at such a low rate, and without the aid of a talisman to boot. This could only mean… "You somehow managed to make your own miracles, a power solely your own."

Marveling at the sight, a few giggles left her lips, trailing off with a sigh, her left hand dragging across the braids in her hair. "It appears that I have. Though, thou appearth to be more interested in the sudden development than I am." She noted, hints of mirth in her voice. "Wouldst thou like if I were to…" Dragging out her words, she pulled my head down, following along her disheveled clothes. A lump formed in my throat, a buzz echoing louder and louder the further down I got, reaching its "crescendo" so to speak just a tad below her stomach.

Swallowing whatever was blocking my esophagus, I grabbed my meat in one hand, and her hip with the other, observing as Vestia nodded along, a slightly strained smile stretching on her lips. Without another word, I thrust into her from on high. At the same time, I firmly planted my hands on her behind, raising her hip up off the ground and pull her towards me, a cry of effort leaving my lungs as beads of sweat trailed down my forehead.

A warmth spread throughout my body, cheeks flaring as I moved back, pushing back in with equal force to the first thrust, gradually picking up the pace with each repetition. As per usual, my legs struggled to stay upright. Shaking up a storm as a grimace adorned my face. Which was swiftly overshadowed, a wince shuddering my core, eyes harshly blinking for a split second.

It was electrifying, a never-ending chill running up and down my spine. Adrenalin pumping through my system as I looked towards Vestia with renewed vigor, pumping into her without a care in the world. The inner walls of her vagina clamped down on my meat stick, squeezing it for all it was worth, Vestia falling limp as I continued my ministrations.

The fire keeper's insides were hot like a furnace, an amusing thought if it weren't so true. Tightening around my shaft, several grunts left my lips as I tried to catch my breath a number of times, failing at every step. A haze enveloped my mind soon after, vision tunneling in on Vestia's voluptuous body, bouts of pleasure surging in my loins.

One after another, I kept my eye on the prize, now trying to extend it for as long as possible. The control I had over my lower body slipping by the way side. Eventually falling onto the ever-loyal fire keeper, coming inside of her womb. My spunk let out in bursts, painting my woman's insides white whilst utter bliss invaded my mind, a weight pressing down on my eyes.

"So quick to fall now?" Vestia quest- no- provoked, a sultry look adorning her face, her right pointer finger wagging at me. "There is still much to do, mine beloved. Should thoust fall here… To quote 'It would be a mark of shame on my skills'. Wouldn't it not?"

"You wound me, my dear." I shot back, a chuckle leaving my lips while my hands hoisted her body skyward. "Though, you wouldn't be wrong. I still have a lot left in me, and I'm more than willing to drill a new hole inside of your body. Problem is, are you ready for it?" Placing her on her stomach, I sent all our clothes into the ether. Our bodies splayed out for all to see, utterly exposed to the natural elements.

"Now if I recall my father's advice correctly, this should only hurt for a moment, so just tell me when to stop. Otherwise, try to enjoy the ride." A flurry of questions flew out her way, but I decided to ignore a majority of them, piping up only when I found them interesting. Playing a hand on her smooth and supple thighs, I dragged my hands across them for a fair few seconds, my rod hardening once more at the sensation.

The beat of my heart rose, a wad of saliva forming in my throat as I swiftly swallowed it, fingers spreading apart the glorious valley of her behind, strings of our combined arousal stretching from end to end. Deeply inhaling, I moved forward and upward, lining myself up with her silky-smooth ass, sliding my hot cock in the crack that split either side.

"Going once. Going twice." I warned, a barely audible growl reaching my ears.

"Just put it in already!" I guess even angels had their breaking point. Moving back by an inch, I rammed my second sword into her backdoor, a cry leaving her lips as I was utterly engulfed in… Tightness wouldn't be too far off, but it certainly wasn't it. "Dave, my dear, I think it would've been nice to give a better warning than that." She grunted in between breaths; her head unable to look at me due to the angle which we were positioned in. "Never have I experienced anything even close to this…"

"Tell me when to stop when it gets too much, alright? Fortunately, I was able to procure some lubricant just for this occasion." Fishing out said item, I poured the provided bottle's contents out onto her behind, using my right hand to apply a healthy dose all over, a layer of oil coating my thighs and tool.

Sliding back in, I was impressed to say the least. The sound of debauchery populated the air, as I drove myself back in her no longer virgin hole, taking deep satisfaction at its unfamiliar texture. It started off rough, however, it gradually became more and more pleasant with each passing second. With what felt like lines stretching along my shaft, applying an oddly equal amount of pressure all throughout, at the same time. It was tighter than anything I've ever felt up until that point, even more so than being crushed.

Deeply inhaling, my head spun in all sorts of ways, both hands firmly gripped on her posterior, unable to let go. It was quite addicting, and by the look of it, Vestia seemed to share the same sentiment. Or she could practically detest it, but simply couldn't answer. Whatever it might have been, I couldn't care less in the moment. My mind completely blank.

"You seem to be liking this a whole lot, don't you?" I waited for a response, raising the speed of my hips and sinking into a rhythm of rocking back and forth. Leaning my upper body forward, I went close to her ear and whispered. "Don't worry, once we finish this little adventure of ours, We can do this all day, every day, whenever you want."

Vestia's ass tightened by several magnitudes. Was it a sign of confirmation? Arousal? Reflex? Whatever it was, the feeling was downright heavenly. "Ruin -ah- mine hole, beloved." She moaned out, regaining her bearings for the briefest of seconds before devolving back into a dripping mess, leaking out fluid from both ends. "Tear me, own me. Mark me with thine seed. Wo-aa-ah!"

"With pleasure, dear." Speeding up the rate of my thrusts, a chorus of grunts accompanied it, all the air in my lungs leaving me in little more than a minute, my hands once again reaching for my limited supply of green blossoms. Ripping it to shreds with my teeth, its immediate effects struck me like a Warhammer, energy returning to my body twofold.

Riding out my high, I came at her in strong bursts, her tight hole squeezing and relaxing in sporadic intervals, a grin overcoming my face. Only to fall short soon after. Blowing out a long breath, I felt the end approaching, teeth gritting as I pumped out whatever I had left in me, loudly grunting as I spilled myself inside of her.

It all ended in a split second, my mind utterly blank to the happenings around me, body as light as a cloud. Pulling myself out, I very quickly collapsed onto the ground, heaving and drained. "That was… certainly something."

Beads of sweat trailed down the sides of my face. The feeling of being intently watched entering the forefront of my mind, neck turning to look towards Vestia, her hand clasping at mine. Then, the familiar sensation of empowerment trickled into my system, eyes squinting as I pulled her into a hug. "Something bothering you?"

Letting go of my hand, she shook her head, an arm wrapping around my sides. "No, nothing of the sort." She sighed, her face looking up at me from her position, a hand reaching for my cheek. "I simply feel tired, is all. Though, a little forewarning could have been used to, at the very least, prepare me for what was to come."

A nervous chuckle bubbled from my throat, a finger moving to scratch the side of my neck. "Well, I thought you'd most likely protest against it, so I just went straight in." The look on her face stayed static, a deadpan laying throughout. "But, I do take responsibility for it, and I am sorry."

The corners of her lips spread, emoting a thin smile. "Is that so? Then I don't suppose we can lay here for a moment longer?" Vestia asked, her fingers drawing circles on my chest. "Apologies, however, it appears as though my legs have refused mine command. Thanks to thine reckless actions, it seemst that I have lost the ability to standup, let alone crawl on my fours."

Obliging her request, I nodded, laying out our make-shift beds on the cold, hard dirt. Picking my beloved up by the legs, I carried Vestia on my back, laying her on the considerably softer surface below, following suit shortly after.

Today was a confusing mess to say the least.

From delivering a blind woman to her father. Nurgal barring control over my body. And completely singeing my arm to a crisp and hurting the person closest to me. How did things end up like this? For the events that transpired to have spiraled out of control so fast and without our notice.

Shaking my head, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, all the while balling up my fists. Tomorrow was still on the horizon. And should we make the most of our trip, then I have another foe to face here. Someone I've been meaning to deal with for a long time now.

""And who is this that hath deserved thy ire, Dave?"" The goddess of rot eagerly asked, her tone brimming with what looked to be bloodthirst. ""Wouldst it perhaps be one of those demi-gods laying amuck? Surely it would be entertaining to see thee fight one of them.""

Mentally waving off her guess, my gaze shifted towards the church's entrance, a lump forming in my throat. "The Sentinel. Should I win my next battle, then I'll consider his debts paid. Especially after what he did to me."

""Which would be? All I see is a man being humiliated.""

"Don't worry, I'll overwhelm him faster than he can reflect my magic. This time, things will be drastically more different, I swear on it."

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[A/N: Yo, what's up. Smut took too long, didn't it? My mind's been flayed, but its pretty fun. Tried experimenting with POVs other than Dave's. Latest chapter on was interesting to write, if a bit exposition-y(?). But, that's besides the point. Thank you for still reading, even after so many have left. copy and paste stuff below.

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