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SOUL SPACE

"Is it time already?" the Soul asked Cortana in his mind, They lay nestled together, their bodies a tangle of limbs, their souls intertwined in a way that defied description.

Nine months had passed since they figured out that he was being born again, that he would have a chance to experience a new life, to feel the warmth of the sun and the taste of the wind. These nine months had been a whirlwind of exploration and connection, their bond growing stronger with each passing moment. They already knew each other so well, their memories was shared to each other but there was still one thing left to explore, a primal longing that pulsed between them.

It had started six months ago, a hesitant touch, a shared curiosity.

Cortana, now a soul like him, had been exploring the full extent of her existence. The sensation of touch was unfamiliar, exhilarating. She could feel the smooth, solid warmth of the Soul's form, a stark contrast to the ephemeral energy she had experienced before.

They had started with holding hands, spending hours in comfortable silence, feeling the delicate connection between their souls. Then came the hugs, the gentle pressure of their forms against each other. It was during one of these embraces that Cortana sensed a change in the Soul's thoughts. She could feel his desires,

a primal urge that had been dormant.

And the Soul didn't even bother hiding it. Cortana rolled her eyes, thinking, 'Horndog' but she too was bored staying in Soul Space.

She yearned for a deeper connection, to explore the physical sensations she'd only ever experienced in dreams.

Curiosity and desire sparked within her.

She straddled him, their bodies pressed together, looking into his eyes, a mixture of amusement and anticipation swirling in her soul-golden irises.

The Soul put his arms around her waist, pulled her closer, and gave her a peck on the lips. Cortana felt the soft, almost ethereal texture of his soul lips, a sensation unlike anything she'd ever known.

She tried to copy him, pecking back, their lips meeting and parting, a delicate dance of touch. Cortana giggled, a sound like tinkling bells, as she experienced the joy of being a woman, of feeling a physical connection with another being.

The pecks slowly turned into a full kiss. Cortana learned quickly, her mind processing and adapting with lightning speed. The kiss became sloppy, passionate, but something was missing.

Their soul bodies didn't have tongues.

So the Soul raised his right hand and gently squeezed Cortana's breast.

Her form felt real, soft, and warm, a tangible representation of her soul-forged consciousness.

"Ahh" Cortana moaned, her voice a whisper of pure pleasure, throwing her head back as she experienced this new sensation. The Soul kissed her neck slowly, savoring the feel of her skin against his soul form.

"Shit, fck," Cortana whispered, slowly closing her eyes as she held the Soul's head. She was captivated, overwhelmed, by the rush of sensations that were flooding her being.

The Soul's left hand left Cortana's waist and slowly reached for her backside, grabbing it and squeezing it tightly. Cortana moaned, arching into his touch, and raised his head as she lowered her own for a kiss. The Soul continued to gently caress her breast, but they both stopped, realizing a crucial piece was missing. There were no private parts, no way for them to truly consummate this connection. Noticing this, the Soul and Cortana slowed, but they still continued to kiss, their souls intertwined in a silent, unspoken language.

Cortana turned, sitting between the Soul's legs. She rested her head on his shoulder, and he hugged her from behind, a warm, comforting presence against her back.

Although they were both burning with desire, they couldn't do anything. They both realized they needed to take things slow, to savor this time, this unique connection. Six months was not a long time, but if they rushed, they would both be left empty, frustrated.

Cortana sensing his frustration, held his arms that were wrapped around her, turned her head, and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

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"Don't worry, there will be a time. And I'm yours to eat and fuck anyway," Cortana said with a smirk. She knew him very well, their souls deeply intertwined. She knew how much he desired her, as She desires him.

But her words only fueled the Soul's desire, making him even more restless. He reached out, his hand brushing against her breast.

"Stop it," she said with a giggle, playfully pushing his hand away. It was a game, a dance of desire and frustration. They both knew that no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't cross that final line.

And so, they continued to kiss, their bodies pressed together, the intimacy of their embrace only heightened by the yearning that was simmering between them. The darkness of Soul Space seemed to press in on them, amplifying every sensation, every touch.

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Present time

Cortana looked at the Soul with a smirk, a playful glint in her eyes.

"It's time for you to act like a good baby." she said jokingly.

"I know. I'll go first. Wish me luck," the Soul said, a mischievous glint in his own eyes. He smacked her backside, making her yelp in surprise before disappearing.

"Pervert." Cortana said, but her voice was laced with laughter.

The Soul felt himself re-enter his physical body. He moved around, stretching his limbs, feeling the warmth of his skin and the weight of his flesh. Then, he heard her.

"Come on, push," the woman said, her voice tinged with concern. "Push, push your fucking face! I'm going to burn your big ass—"

'It's good the language is still English. Big chance you're still on Earth," Cortana said, her voice a whisper in his mind.

The Soul mentally nodded, his thoughts already focused on the woman who had just spoken.

He was pushed out, his eyes struggling to adjust to the brightness of the world. A hand picked him up, gentle yet firm, and wiped him clean. He opened his eyes and saw a woman with beautiful green hair, her eyes filled with a mix of concern and anticipation. He instinctively raised his small hands to her, reaching for her.

'stop playing around ' Cortana's voice sounded in his mind, a playful scolding that sent a wave of laughter through his soul.

Cortana suddenly appeared beside him, a shimmering figure that only he could see. She tried to touch her own body, but she realized that her form was not fully solidified in the physical world.

It was still tied to him, only visible through their connection.

Cortana quickly formulated a plan. She flew to the farthest corner of the room, out of the woman's sight, and turned to look around. She could see the green-haired woman's back, but nothing else. This confirmed her suspicions: she could only see what he saw, and other people would not see her unless they had some sort of supernatural ability, like mind-reading.

They both looked at each other, a silent understanding passing between them. It was convenient. They could have more normal conversations, and his mother wouldn't be as freaked out.

They heard the green-haired woman speak. "What a smart little guy," she said as she passed him to a beautiful woman they had never seen before. The woman was radiant, her features delicate, her eyes sparkling with warmth.

"Is this my mother?" the Soul asked, mentally, as Cortana observed the woman from close range. She looked at the Soul, but all she saw was a blank expression. He couldn't see himself.

Then he looked at his mother's white hair and thought seriously, "Targaryen."

"That's just fucking disgusting," Cortana said in his mind. "You better know your limitations."

"I was just joking. I'm sorry hahahaha,"

he said, trying to lighten the mood.

Their conversation, a constant stream of thoughts, was a source of both comfort and amusement, a shared secret that only they knew. His mother, oblivious to the silent exchange between them, thought he was hungry. "Are you hungry, little one?" she asked, her voice soft and soothing.

He tried to answer with a cute baby sound, but all that came out was, "Uwah, uwah," a sound of shock and confusion.

Cortana laughed, "That's what you get, perverted brat," she said, her voice a playful tease. Then, she saw him being shoved into his mother's breast, his little mouth latching on to the warm source of nourishment.

Although he was hungry, his imagination kept working.

"Stop thinking about weird things, you idiot!" Cortana's voice, a commanding shout in his mind, startled him.

"I'm sorry, this is just too weird even for me," he replied mentally.

Cortana rolled her eyes,

"Well, I'm not surprised. You were a horndog back in Soul Space, and you're a horndog now. You can't help yourself."

The Soul couldn't help but chuckle.

It was true.

After the soul was full he was taken care of by his mother he curse himself for being a trash thinking about weird things.

"it's good that you know you're wrong" Cortana says as she was really glad after all this was her partner for eternity she can't having him being a pervert.

Then they both heard his mother talk

"I'm waiting for you, no, I'm waiting for the both of you to find me"

Cortana and the baby look shock until he felt a kiss on forehead as he still thinks how could she knows. As he felt asleep and entered the soul space.

SOUL SPACE

Both the Soul and Cortana looked at each other in shock. Cortana's laughter echoed through the vastness of Soul Space. She pointed at the Soul, her golden eyes sparkling with amusement.

The Soul looked down at himself. His soul body, once expansive and undefined, had compressed and shrunk. It was now a small, shimmering orb, floating in the air, the size of a newborn baby.

"It's okay, it's okay. You'll grow bigger too. Pfft," Cortana said, trying to hold back her laughter. She knew it was a bit of a shock for him, to suddenly be so small, so vulnerable.

"Tsk, enough laughing. Do you think she's leaving us?" the Soul asked, he asked trying to change subject.

"Do you think she hates us because she knows what we are." Cortana asked, her tone serious now.

Cortana then shook her head. She was sure his mother didn't hate them.

"She didn't kill us, even though she knows. And the kiss on your forehead was a show of her affection," she said.

It was a gesture of kindness, a way of

acknowledging their connection, even if it was something she didn't fully understand.

The Soul touched his forehead, sighing. Then, he looked at Cortana, who continued.

"Maybe she just wants to send us away for protection," she said, trying to be optimistic as always. She knew it was possible that the woman might be afraid of their connection, afraid of what they might be capable of.

The Soul nodded, his thoughts swirling with confusion. He had never thought about this possibility. It was the nature of their existence, after all. He was a soul, and she was his companion, his guide, his friend. But how could he explain this to someone who had never experienced anything like it?

"Now what?" the soul asked.

Cortana smiled, her eyes shining with a mix of courage and determination.

"We've been through worse than this. Just remember, we're together. And that's all that matters."

The Soul looked at her, a newfound strength blossoming in his heart. She was right.

they had always been connected. He knew he could face anything, as long as he had Cortana by his side.

The soul took her hands.

He had a long journey ahead of him, but he knew he wouldn't be alone. He had Cortana, his guide, his confidante, his friend.

"Don't worry," Cortana said, her voice a comforting presence in his mind.

"We'll figure this out together."

He smiled. He knew she was right.

He was ready to begin his new life, ready to face whatever challenges might await him, ready to experience the world,all of its joys and sorrows, all of its beauty and its pain.

Their journey had just begun.