Mist thickened, swallowing sight and sound until only the whispers remained, sliding through the gray like threads of cold fire.
"…veils… thin… stars… whisper… forgotten oaths…"
"…severed… soul… void…"
"…bound… not… name… nor… flesh…"
"…wander… seeking… heart… once knew… cannot… remember…"
"…flame's… death… river's… stillness…"
"…where… all roads… meet… awaken…"
"…shadows… call… brother…"
"…light… know it… not…"
"…fate's keeper… echo… stirs…"
"…threads… converge… crowns… breaking…"
"…heart… waits… reflection… unknown…"
"…until… the end… begins… again…"
They clung to him like smoke, refusing to fade, even after waking.
"Bastion! You're awake."
Bastion felt the dread sitting in his chest pulse, then subside, and this time far more than when the Demon Lord was defeated.
It was as if the lump of fear, once the size of a car engine, had shrunk to the size of his fist. The lump was still sitting there, but compared to before, it was something he could easily ignore.
"Bastion?"
"I'm fine," he said, feeling the softness of a bed beneath him. "How long was I out?"
"About an hour. Are you okay?"
"Yes, I'm…" Bastion began, then paused as he took in more of the sensations around him.
To his left, a very naked Elyra clung to his chest. To his right, a very naked Seraphina did the same.
He felt the softness of their breasts against him, and the gentle caress of their thighs along his legs. Had he died and gone to heaven? No. He had been there, and it wasn't nearly as heavenly as this.
"Are you feeling the dread?" Seraphina asked.
Elyra had told her about the last time Bastion received his class. This time, they were prepared in case it happened again. When he didn't wake, they brought him to bed, stripped, and clung to him to comfort him when he awoke.
"No… Yes? Yes, I feel very scared right now."
"Liar," Elyra said with a smirk.
"Okay, fine. I'm not bothered by it anymore. It's lessened considerably since the first time. I can practically ignore it now."
"That's a relief. I don't want to see you panic like last time," Seraphina said with a sigh.
Suddenly, the covers began to rise, forming a tent in plain view of all three pairs of eyes.
"Well, since we're already here…" Bastion said while snaking his hands to their inner thighs.
"Now, I know you're definitely fine," Seraphina said before running her hand from his chest all the way down.
Elyra followed, leaning in and licking his neck.
Seraphina grabbed Bastion's shaft and started moving her hands up and down before leaning in and taking his lips. She placed her weight on his chest as she inserted her tongue into his mouth. She licked his lips and teeth before dancing around his tongue, making sure to caress every crevice she could reach.
Bastion found their entrance and started playing with their clits. He rubbed and squeezed while sucking on Seraphina's tongue. He could feel Elyra's tongue dragging across his neck before she kissed him softly. He enjoyed the sensation of their heavy breasts on his chest as they both leaned in closer, his cock growing even harder.
At full mast, he was ready for more, but before he could even ask, Elyra tossed the blanket aside and immediately mounted him, inserting him into herself in one go. She pressed down hard and took his full length as deep as she could before moving back and forth in a slow, sensual rhythm. She placed her hands on his rock-hard abs for balance while focusing completely on his eyes.
'Master! Master! Master!' Elyra repeated in Bastion's mind.
"I'm really jealous of your telepathic connection," Seraphina said, repositioning herself to sit on Bastion's face. "I wish I could have something similar."
She watched as Elyra started bouncing on Bastion, her breasts moving with the motion while her feral blue eyes stared back at her. She could feel Bastion's tongue entering her and writhing about, licking her walls while his breath tickled her.
"Master says you can find a skill for it at Rank 2," Elyra moaned, riding him harder with each word. "He doesn't recommend becoming his slave just for a similar skill."
"I don't want a skill," Seraphina moaned, her hips bucking as Bastion's tongue worked her from beneath. "I want an ability… I want it to be passive… always on."
"Master says he can always make an earring that works that way," Elyra moaned, grinding harder on him. "We… need to ask Lilia."
"I guess… that works," Seraphina moaned, rocking her hips against him with a shiver of pleasure.
"Master says… I'm cumming!" Elyra moaned, grinding harder on him as shivers of pleasure rippled through her. "Eli… you don't have to say it out loud. Fuck, you're so tight! I'm cumming too, Master!"
Seraphina chuckled as she watched Elyra ride her orgasm while Bastion came inside her. She waved a hand and cast the contraception spell on all of them. She didn't have any plans of raising a child anytime soon.
Once Elyra was done squeezing Bastion dry, she shimmied back before kneeling before Bastion's flaccid cock and slurping it into her mouth. She ran her tongue around his tip and licked up the fluids around his shaft. She made sure to caress his balls while keeping eye contact with Seraphina who was having an orgasm of her own.
Elyra could feel Bastion getting harder again, so she swallowed it down her throat as it continued to grow harder and harder. She moved her head back and forth while continuing to lick all over his shaft.
Seraphina finished her orgasm and slid off Bastion's face, a satisfied shiver running through her.
"My turn," she said, her lips curling into a wicked smile as she positioned herself to straddle him in reverse cowgirl.
Elyra released Bastion's hardened cock from her throat and moved around them, casting Clean with a casual flick of her hand.
Seraphina mounted him with ease, slick and aching from the remnants of her orgasm. She began sliding up and down his length, keeping a steady, teasing rhythm, moaning as he pressed deep inside her, hitting every spot that made her shiver with pleasure.
Suddenly, Bastion sat up, his powerful arms wrapping around her. One hand cupped her breast while a finger pressed teasingly against her clit, massaging her as his lips grazed her ear.
"Sera… can I use you?" he whispered, his voice low and hungry.
"Yes… please, use me," she moaned, shivering against him.
Bastion chuckled at her eager response before pulling her close and slamming her down onto his throbbing cock, the impact making them both gasp with pleasure. He kept his rhythm and power steady, making sure to savor every inch of her folds.
Seraphina surrendered herself completely to him, her body aching with need. She loved the way Bastion took control, owning her with every thrust. She loved being wanted, being used for his pleasure, every moan and shiver a testament to her devotion. She loved him more than she could put into words.
"I love you," Seraphina whispered. "I love you, Bastion."
"I love you too, my little Sera," he whispered into her ear, his movements driving her over the edge as she clenched around him, trembling and refusing to let go.
Bastion leaned forward until his chest pressed against Seraphina's back, taking her fully beneath him as he drove into her from behind. His thrusts were deep and relentless, pounding her into the mattress until the heat inside him boiled over. He groaned as he spilled into her, her walls clamping down and hugging his cock like they never wanted to let go. She kept shuddering beneath him, orgasms rolling through her as he held her pinned under his full weight, bucking into her with each pulse of release.
Once he was spent, Bastion eased back, pulling Seraphina with him until he lay on his back, her body draped over his. She sat there for a moment, still trembling in the haze of post-orgasm bliss, warm cum slowly dripping from where they were still connected. With a soft sigh, she turned to the side, curling up against him and resting her head on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart.
"I can't believe you can still melt me into putty after all this time," Seraphina murmured, her voice husky with satisfaction.
"Neither can I," Bastion admitted. "At least our sex life is nice."
Seraphina chuckled and agreed. "Very nice."
Elyra cuddled up to Bastion, listening quietly to his thoughts. He was distracted by the whispers in his dreams, the ones that fed his dread.
This time, however, it wasn't just fear she sensed. He was recalling fragments of the whispers' words. They were disjointed and unclear, yet they might hold a clue to why he was so terrified.
In the end, the whispers still proved elusive; when the pulse of dread struck, his memory all but vanished. Now that she could feel what he felt and thought, Elyra understood why Bastion had been so distraught the first time it happened. If this was only the tolerable level of dread, she shuddered to imagine the crushing fear he must have endured the first time.
His thoughts then shifted to the status he had yet to check, and she caught a flicker of surprise, something about Intuition and Luck?
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