115: Sleep Tight (18+)

“So, you’re a parent now?” Rachel held a curious smile as she strode closer to the bed, her bathrobe swishing a bit.

Those really did seem to be the standard for temporary clothing in this house, not that Eris was quite sure why Rachel even needed it. She was literally just in an all-crafter orgy in the other room, and now was going to be sleeping naked with Eris after a wobbly-legged Riley left the room. She could have just… walked over naked.

Whatever. Seeing her in a bathrobe, knowing she was nude and was about to reveal it? It was also oddly hot in a way that her showing up naked probably couldn’t have achieved. Like she was a present being unwrapped just for Eris.

Yeah- on second thought, the bathrobe made it better.

“Uhh, yeah,” Eris replied, adjusting the sheets and blankets as Charlotte wordlessly slipped out of the door while closing it behind her. Eris and Rachel were the only ones left in the room. “It definitely worked, which can only mean that she’s, uhh…”

Eris let the sentence trail off. Rachel stepped over to the nightstand with the runic lamp, then took a moment to pull a hair tie from her bound black locks, freeing them to drape around her shoulders. A bit messy and unkempt, but she clawed a few fingers through as if to comb it. She paused.

“What does it feel like? Y’know, with her having your kid?”

Eris took a few moments to gather her response.

“Honestly, I don’t know. It’s a few different things. I mean, I knew that I would become a parent when I got this skill, but actually seeing it take effect to prove that it happened… I don’t know. It’s like it didn’t set in until now.”

Rachel started untying the sash holding the robe closed. “Well, even if the little fella’s yours biologically, it doesn’t really mean that you have to actually be the parent. More like a sperm donor than anything else.”

Rachel paused after untying, not letting the robe open to reveal Eris’s prize. Eris frowned- both because of not getting to see Rachel yet, but also from her own thoughts.

“Sperm donors don’t do what I just did to that woman…”

Despite her obvious best efforts, Rachel let out a little snort of laughter. Then, she shrugged and apparently decided to roll with it.

“Yeah, Bailey was even trying to keep time with that girl’s moans. You must have been going hard.”

Eris blushed, but Rachel helped to distract her by letting the robe fall to the floor.

Muscular and pale, with smooth features from top to bottom. However, there was just a little bit of a crease on her stomach from defined abdominal muscles. Not quite a six-pack, but there was some kind of outline there that Eris had an underlying desire to drag her tongue over. Well, that and other things.

Her breasts were moderate and shapely, topped with points that Eris almost couldn’t see. The nipples and areola were almost the exact same pale shade as the rest of her chest, meaning the only distinction was a bit of texture difference and hardened nubs. Her nipples weren’t the only sign of Rachel’s residual arousal, however. Her sagging member was a clear enough indication of the activities that Rachel was just participating in.

Resting just below a vibrant pink pattern of antlers marked on her pelvis, the droopy dangler almost looked tired. Like an out-of-breath sprinter taking a short break. It was also rather small.

Actually- no. That wasn’t fair to say. Rachel’s dick was just fine. Maybe even a smidge above average if Eris had to take a visual guess. Just… when compared to the obscene log that Eris had been blessed/cursed with, it made even Alex and Jaxie’s shafts look tiny despite the possibility that they may be some of the most well-hung individuals in the city.

Rachel lifted the corner of the sheets and gently slid into the bed, breasts wobbling with each movement. Even after Rachel reached back with one hand to drag a thumb over the base of the lamp and make the light dim to almost nothing, Eris could see the silhouette of Rachel’s smile. She could also see the way that Rachel situated herself on her back, scooched a little bit closer, then spread her arms wide in an invitation.

“C’mere, sweetcheeks.”

Eris didn’t need any more incentive than that. She rolled over into Rachel’s arms until they closed around her back, with her head resting on Rachel’s squishy chest and their nude legs tangled together. Partially laying on top and relaxing in a sweet hug- one of Eris’s favourite ways to sleep with Jaxie. Well, there was one distinct difference this time, which Rachel made sure to point out with a little chuckle.

“Your dick is drooling all over my stomach.”

Eris felt her face heating up. “Sorry. It’s still a bit… excited?”

“Still thinking about those dripping, gooey, thick creampies you pumped into that pussy?”

Eris throbbed. “That isn’t helping…”

Rachel’s chest shuddered with a low chuckle. “Never said I was trying to.”

Her arm then squeezed a little tighter around Eris, while her other hand lowered towards Eris’s powerful member laying on Rachel’s stomach like an iron bar. Rachel didn’t wrap her fingers fully around it, partially because it was actively resting on her, but more cupped her hand over the top side of the meat as if she were petting an animal. Her hand was soft, especially when it gently slid up Eris’s length to let her thumb play with the precum dribbling from the cockhead.

“This thing really is massive,” Rachel chuckled. “Absolutely insane.”

When her now-lubricated hand started gliding back down in a more genuine stroke, Eris couldn’t help the little thrust her lower body gave in response. “What about… what about Ophelia?”

Glancing up at Rachel’s face, Eris saw an amused smirk. “Really? I just watched my girlfriend get DP’ed by Hima and Addison while Rocky sat on her face, all while Tatum was riding me and Bailey was fucking my ass with a magic strap-on. You can’t be worried that a little bedtime handjob is cheating.”

Eris blushed. Rachel just let out a long, happy sigh.

“Plus, this is nice. Hardcore stuff is always fun, but it doesn’t exactly get ya’ sleepy. If you’re going to bed, nothing beats a good snugglefuck or an under-the-covers handjob.”

Rachel emphasized her words with another long, gentle stroke.

“Nice and slow, nice and gentle,” Rachel breathed. “It’s not about getting to the finish, it’s just about enjoying the journey to get there.”

Eris’s dick drooled out a glob of precum onto Rachel’s stomach, and the redhead nuzzled her face a bit more into the lovely chest. “I didn’t take you for a philosopher.”

That made Rachel laugh, a sharp sound in the quiet darkness of the room. “Hardly. I just know that when I take my time fingering Poppy to sleep, it knocks her out like a damned suckerpunch and she always has the sweetest smile on her face. I don’t get that when I do it fast.”

Eh, may as well.

Eris gently brought one of her own hands down between them and wrapped fingers around a floppy, not-quite-erect member.

“I don’t have the endless cum tanks that you apparently do, and I’m a bit wiped from earlier.” Rachel chuckled. “You aren’t going to get much out of playing with that.”

“That’s fine,” Eris mumbled into Rachel’s chest. “I want to.”

“Fair enough,” was the response.

And so it went.

It was almost frustrating- the slow pace that Rachel took. Eris practically had to hold herself back from humping in between the smith’s soft hand and firm tummy, trusting that Rachel would treat her nicely. Thankfully, the little bit that Rachel did really was feeling quite nice. After all, having someone stroke her cock was never a bad feeling. The fact that she could be cuddling up and using a boob as a pillow was even better. For that, Eris could withstand taking things slow.

At least she had something to keep herself busy in the form of Rachel’s tired dick. It was weird. Any other one she played with was either hard by the time Eris got her hands on it, or quickly reached that point in under a minute. This wasn’t one of those times.

It stayed soft and squishy as Eris moved it between her fingers, gave a few odd strokes, or even lowered her fingers to gingerly knead the fleshy sack underneath. All the while, there was only ever the slightest hint of firmness. Clearly, some blood was trying to swell out the member, but there just wasn’t enough dedication in Rachel’s well-fucked body to finish the action. The most that was achieved was a half-hard state that was weirdly fun to play with.

Well, that and Rachel’s boobs. They were right there, after all. Eris particularly enjoyed the way that the black-haired girl’s nipples hardened under her tongue. Despite the knowledge that all of her tutors were getting pretty hardcore in the other room, there was no lingering taste on Rachel’s skin. No cum, no sweat, nothing. Just plain, smooth skin that was soft against Eris’s lips.

Gods, those Cleansing Stones really were useful.

Eventually, and predictably, the mutual masturbation had to reach an end point. At least Rachel didn’t insist on keeping her slow pace when Eris started to actually get close. As the redhead was reaching for her peak, breathing hard into Rachel’s tits and idly humping against her stomach, the Metalsmith took the hint. It was a firm grip instead of idle petting. It was one stroke. Two. Five. Twenty.

Rachel was so nice and warm to hold, especially when Eris wrapped both arms around her in a hug and whined as her final load of the night began spilling out between them. A large cock pulsed and throbbed, each motion sending a thick stream of creamy seed shooting up to glaze over Rachel’s nude torso. It painted over her stomach, washed the underside of her breasts, splashed Eris in the side of her own face, and even went further beyond that to send a few errant ropes flying. Rachel, of course, laughed in surprise at her first witnessing of an Eris-gasm, but continued her stroking to ensure that Eris was well and truly milked.

When the last dredges of seed oozed from Eris’s cock to add onto the puddle forming in Rachel’s belly button, Eris took a shuddering breath and relaxed into the body beneath her. True enough, her limbs felt weaker and Eris felt a yawn in the back of her throat.

“Feel better?” Rachel asked while hugging Eris a little tighter. That made the cum between them smear a bit on both of their bodies, but neither of them seemed to care. Eris tilted her face up, feeling the stray shot of seed on her cheek drip. Even in the low light, Eris could see that Rachel’s own face did not emerge unscathed. There were at least two distinct lines crossing up one cheek, and a third that draped across her lips while dribbling down her chin. Seeing a beautiful girl covered in her cum made Eris’s hard cock leak out one final, weak spurt, but Eris nodded through her yawn.

“Mhmm.”

“Good,” Rachel whispered, then tilted her face down. Eris didn’t care that her own cum was covering the Metalsmith’s lips- Eris accepted the kiss anyway. It was soft, sweet, and exactly what Eris needed. When their lips broke away, Rachel planted another quick kiss on Eris’s forehead, then snuggled the girl a bit tighter.

“Sleep tight, Eris.”

Eris really shouldn’t have been surprised when her eyes opened to reveal a grassy meadow under a twilight sky. However, the oddity of the situation still left her head reeling for a moment; especially when her mouth opened to speak in a voice that wasn’t hers.

”Jaren, Eris.”

“Hello to you, too. Guess last night wasn’t a one-time thing.”

Eris’s head shook for her, and Eris took the moment to get a better bearing of her surroundings. It was… a meadow. Grass a bit taller than it should have been, reaching almost up to Eris’s- err… Vojemala’s knees from where she was sitting in the green. Unsurprisingly, Vojemala was still naked. Now that Eris wasn’t in quite as much shock, she could take better note of this body. A little weird that she was technically checking out someone else’s body she was possessing, but the entire situation was weird. Plus, any knowledge about Vojemala could be useful to know- especially the pink light glowing underneath her skin across her entire body.

From her fingertips to her shoulders to her modest breasts topped with dark, sweet-looking nipples, Eris could see Vojemala’s entire circulatory system shining through her skin like some kind of reverse shadow-puppet. Where everything else was dark except for the sharp lines of soft pink light gently pulsing with each heartbeat. A heartbeat that seemed to shake the entire world around them.

That light continued down, marking like a glowing full-body tattoo across a smooth stomach, a brown-fuzzed pelvis, long lithe legs, and even out from a little pussy like Vojemala had shoved a small rune lamp up there. Then, Eris found her hand being brought up in front of her face and snapping a few times to get her attention.

”Lumenos.”

“Important, sorry.” Eris cleared Vojemala’s throat and averted her gaze from blatantly ogling the previous Artificer’s nudity. “Okay, what do you want to tell me? Maybe try and use simple words, because I haven’t had the chance to study up on this yet.”

”Nalm nu a’lon.”

“Reach you and talk, yeah; I got that much. I’m here. Now, are you asking me to talk, or are you wanting to tell me something?”

There was a pause, and Eris quickly spoke back up. “Uhh, say Yes if you are wanting me to talk, and No if you are wanting to tell me something.”

”Id.”

Eris nodded. “No, okay so you’re wanting to tell me something. That’s what I figured. Okay, start talking.”

An awkward hesitation, then Eris’s mouth opened with the other voice once again.

”Amoss kolo. Lon tarmen.”

Eris scanned her head. “Uhh, ‘Amoss’ is little, ‘Tarmen’ is fast. Little something, talk fast? Kolo? What’s Kolo?”

Eris had never experienced having someone else roll her eyes for her, and she decided that she didn’t like it. One of her hands lifted to tap on the back of the other wrist. ”Kolo. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.”

“Watch- wait… time?”

Her head nodded. ”Amoss kolo. Lon tarmen. Tarmen.”

“Little time, talk fast. Little time? In, like, general because of the Hollow and stuff, or as in right now in this conversation, there isn’t any time? Say ‘Yes’ for right now there isn’t time.”

”Ad.”

“Okay, no time right now. Can I ask why, or is that too much?”

A small grunt of exertion came from Eris- err… Vojemala’s lips, then a steady swallow.

”Mo dox, nu somnalar.”

Eris blinked. “Okay, let’s figure this out. ‘You here, me… something’. So, me here, you ‘somnalar’. What’s somnalar?”

”Somnalar!” the voice eeked from their shared throat with obvious frustration. ”Somnalar!”

Eris poked herself in the cheek- something that probably looked ridiculous to an outside perspective, but at least it shut Vojemala up long enough for Eris to borrow the mouth.

“I don’t know what that means! I don’t know your language, and I can’t understand you. Actually, wait- how can you even understand me? Do you know Common?”

The shared head shook, and the voice was taken from Eris. “Id ‘Common’. Ad Ra’lan. Mo lon ‘Common’, nu nolae Ra’lan.”

“No Common, yes Ra’lan. You talk Common, I hear Ra’lan?”

”Ad.”

Eris blinked. “What? You hear me in Ra’lan even though I’m not speaking it? Why don’t I understand you then-”

Eris was cut off forcefully by a strained growl in her throat. One hand reached up to her right ear and clamped fingers down on a hard, metallic nub. There, Eris could feel Vojemala’s digits definitively fingering an earring.

”Nu nolae Ra’lan. Id kolo, Eris! Kolo!”

Eris decided not to try and speak, letting Vojemala keep their shared control for right now., Obviously, the woman was getting increasingly frustrated at a lack of time, and Eris felt that conversing about some earring that apparently let Vojemala hear Common as Ra’lan wasn’t quite as important.

”Somnalar. Somnere. Balar. Somnalar!”

Wait, was that one of those compound words Dzhemehal was talking about? The combination of Somnere and Balar, apparently.

“Somnere and Balar. Uhh… sleep and pain? Sleep pain? What is sleep pain?”

Vojemala once again rolled her eyes, paused a moment, then pumped her arms by her side as if she was running. Then, she drooped over, giving exaggerated, panting breaths. ”Somnalar.”

“What the… uhh- tired?”

The body immediately surged up. ”Ad! Ad! Mo dox, nu somnalar! Tarmen!”

Eris worked to piece the puzzle together. “Wait, are you saying that you’re the one bringing me here, but it makes you tired and you can’t hold it for long so we have to talk quickly?”

The glowing, shared body leapt up to her feet with a noise of affirmation that almost sounded like cheers. Seemed like Eris hit the nail right on the head, apparently. After a second, Vojemala settled back down, the body becoming more serious in the stature, then there was a deep sigh.

”Nalm nu a’lon.”

Now was Eris’s time to get a bit frustrated. “Reach you and talk, yeah, I got it. I’m here. We’re talking, and you wanted to tell me something-”

The shared head suddenly shook, cutting off Eris.

”Nalm nu. Nalm nu.”

“Reach you. Are you telling me to literally come find you, like… in real life?”

A nod.

“Okay, how the crap would I even do that? I don’t know where you are!”

”Dox Vaezris M’Zhuul. Vaela Azris. Vaezris. Vaezris M’Zhuul.”

“See Future of Forever? That’s where we are? What’s ‘See Future of Forever’?”

Vojemala paused, cocking her head in a way that was obviously thinking.

”Vaezris… Oculus? Oculus vaela d’azris. Azris golm. Azris askar. Vaela azris, azris tima. Id tomu.”

Sheesh, maybe Eris really should have prioritized Ra’lan lessons. She blew a raspberry.

“Okay, uhh, Oculus. Oculus see the future. Future… stone? Future control? See future, future hard. Not soft.”

Eris paused. Vojemala specified the Oculus, obviously for a reason.

“Fate?” Eris tried. “Is Vaezris ‘Fate’?”

A happy nod.

“You’re in the Fate of Forever? Where’s that?”

Vojemala drummed her fingers on her thigh, once again thinking about how to best translate her intentions.

”Golm. Goss golm.”

Big stone. Then, Vojemala lifted both hands, drawing some kind of triangle in the air in front of them. Then, she poked the center, threw her hands back and made a ‘whooshing’ noise.

“You’re in the Obelisk?”

That evoked a reaction that was neither affirming or denying. Vojemala even held one hand up and wiggled it horizontally as if to say “Not quite”.

”Mo a’Pravala, Demenaela M’Zhuul. Nu, Vaezris M’Zhuul.”

Eris narrowed her eyes. She didn’t understand exactly what ‘Demenaela’ was, but it seemed pretty obvious that it was another one of those compound words. Not that it mattered much- Eris had a pretty good idea of what the ancient Artificer was trying to say, and could figure out what the unknown word meant through context.

“Pravala and I were in the Abstract of Eternity. You’re in the Fate of Eternity.”

The nod that Vojemala gave made Eris’s heart feel heavy.

“There’s more than one Obelisk, and you’re in a different one?”

Another nod.

“How many Obelisks are there?”

”Ohn-tuln teer.”

“Th… thirteen Obelisks.”

”Ad. Nalm nu.”

Eris just tried to take the information in stride. Obviously, this conversation wasn’t over, so getting caught up on dictionary earrings and twelve more of the most powerful artifacts ever seen wasn’t the right call. She let out a tense sigh. “Okay, reach you. How do I reach you? Where is the Fate of Eternity?”

Their head shook. ”Id dex. Mila.”

“Not where. How?”

A nod.

“Okay, how do I reach you?”

”Idmarthe. Idmanst. Murthe. Idmarthe.”

“Broken… trap? Break trap?”

A shake of a head, and then more hand gestures. This time, Vojemala kept one hand clenched in a fist, then cupped her fingers in the other in a form of archway that was placed on top of her closed fist. She then made a clicking noise with her tongue and acted as though she were trying to pull her hands away from each other but couldn’t.

”Murthe.”

Eris narrowed their communal eyes. It kind of looked like…

“A padlock? Lock?”

”Ad! Murthe! Idmanst Murthe.”

Then, Vojemala took the top hand, extended two fingers, then pressed it into the front of her clenched fist. When she twisted those fingers, she made another clicking sound like the lock was being opened.

“Unlock?”

Vojemala paused, giving Eris the suspicion that she was close, but not quite. That was, until Vojemala then took the fingers that had been the ‘key’, then gestured towards them with the other hand. ”Idmanst.”

“Key?”

”Ad! Mo havajel d’idmanst.”

Eris blinked. This was hurting her head a bit, but she still focused to try and put things together in this weird game. “Uhh, I need the key? What key?”

”D’idmanst!” Vojemala growled through gritted teeth, so harshly that the grass itself seemed to recoil away. Actually, that wasn’t it. That underlying heartbeat resonating through the entire meadow had increased- both in volume and pace. Every thrum sent the grass rippling in waves and the light in Vojemala’s veins was getting more intense with each beat. Furthermore, Eris could see beads of sweat starting to pop out from the darker skin.

Okay, obviously they were pretty much at the end of their time limit. Vojemala was clearly struggling to hold whatever weird possession thing this was in place given how long this conversation had been happening. Still, Eris could listen when her mouth was forced open with a stained voice.

”D’idmanst! Demenaela M’Zhuul, mo manst d’idmanst! Mo, Bay-lee, Lay-luh!”

Eris worked her hardest at mental translations. Abstract of Eternity, ‘You fix key. You, Bay-lee, Lay-luh.’

Then, in a surprising fashion, one of the shared hands reached down and cupped the revealed sex of the ancient Artificer before her hips started rocking in a grinding motion. Then, she spread her hands apart suddenly, made a ‘poof’ sound, then mimicked her fingers walking. Eris’s eyes went wide.

“Oh. You mean that Key.”

Eris felt the shared face finally curl into a smile, right before her and Vojemala both fell face-first into the grass and everything went black.