Where am I?

Confusion racked his thoughts as he became aware of his own existence again, he remembered his last moments of being betrayed vividly still, but after that he had felt the eternal darkness of death take him. The darkness remained, but his mind had returned to him, he desperately felt outwards around himself trying to discern his location, only to be met with nothing. No floor, walls, or sense of touch nor direction met his senses.

Did I fail? Is this the eternal prison of that accursed blade hosting my soul till the end of times?

“It is not.” The voice was neither feminine or masculine, it had no tone, or sense of emotion, it simply was.

Who’s there?! Where’s there?!

“Is that how the last Shaman of death greets his mistress?

Mistress? I have no mistress, I serve only the one true lord. Death.

“Oh? And who said the one you serve was a lord and not a lady?” The voice switched to a sweet feminine voice as it mocked him.

A…Lady?

His mind raced at this new information, how could the Lord of death be a woman? Every Shaman of his clan had read the ancient books declaring the Lord of Death as their one true deity, never had there been mention of it being female.

This must be trickery, my faith runs deeper than your words can dig devil! The afterlife is filled with ancient beings seeking to torment the souls passing through! But this soul was offered as a gift to my lord and none shall stop it from reaching him!

Hahaha! The voice boomed out in a sudden fit of laughter at his words, shaking his very being, he had no idea where the voice originated from, but it felt like it vibrated from within himself.

“And I thank you for such a wonderful offering little shaman, for your soul has arrived into her loving hands.” The voice seemed pleased as it washed over him, he felt an odd sensation of calmness as it spoke to him, like a child being comforted by its mother on a dark night.

As he felt the soothing power of the voice flow over him he couldn’t help but believe her words.

How could our books be wrong?

Now that you have me here, what do you want from me?

Although he was pleased to know that he had been successful in his attempt to give his soul to the true master of death instead of it falling into the hands of his apprentice, he felt a sickening sense of dread at realizing that the being that consumed the souls of the shaman rituals was now before him.

“Silly shaman...I want everything from you. For that is what you have offered me.

Will it hurt?

He tried to remain strong as he prepared himself for what was surely to follow, in his many years of roaming the world he had seen the effects of soul destroying magics on people before, the pain and agony they went through in their last moments was not a fate he wished for himself.

“Oh little shaman… He felt the soothing presence flow over him again as arms wrapped around his non-existent body, cradling him close into the voluptuous chest of a woman. Her hands were gentle but strong, hugging him close.

Of course it will.

Despite having no body, it felt like his heart had stopped at the words, in response to his dread, pain erupted over his soul, lashing out from inside him and spreading throughout every ounce of his being. Struggling to cope with the burning sensation that was now consuming him he tried to scream out, only to be met with silence. With no physical body to scream and thrash about in he could only suffer in silence as his soul withered in agony, no sensations existed to him now except for pain. With nothing else to focus on it consumed him as he struggled against it.

The warm embrace of his master held his soul firmly as he felt himself burning away, with a final surge of power he willed himself to grasp ahold of the Goddess firmly.

“Oh? What do we have here?” The joyful voice mused at his actions.

Reaching into his soul he tried to pull mana from within himself, only to find that none existed.

“Mana is the physical embodiment of the soul my sweet little shaman, there is no physical existence here.”

Why must it end like this!?!

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Feeling a surge of anger drive him forward he again reached within himself, willing his very soul to bend out to his will, if he could not draw the mana needed to defend himself he would spend the very source of it instead.

“Oh my. You sure were a resilient little offering my shaman.” The calm sweet voice seemed to whisper into his ear seductively as he tried to strike out towards her with his very being.

As his soul lashed out towards the Goddess he once called master he felt no response, try as he might nothing he could muster could even garner a reaction from the force now cradling him within its arms.

“Little shaman, you have offered me everything, your emotions, body, memories, magic and very soul belong to me. Trying to strike me with the soul that is rightfully mine is a practice in futility. Enjoy my sweet embrace and join your mother.”

Feeling what little strength he had slipping from his grasp, he reached out in one final attempt.

If you have everything, then take this fucking pain too!

Feeling his soul contact with the essence of the Goddess he felt a surge of unimaginable power before him, like trying to reach out into a vast ocean, how could he effect a being so vast and powerful by himself?

“What are you trying to accomplish here little shaman? The voice seemed to moan out as he tried to blend his soul into the vast sea that now stood before him.

I merely wish…to give you everything...as was agreed…

With a final surge he felt his soul connect to hers, feeling overwhelmed at the sudden influx of power washing around him he desperately tried to keep his being together, as he felt himself being sucked into the Goddess.

Take it all.

Steadying himself momentarily he looped the burning pain washing over his body into the Goddess, although he could not avoid the feeling himself, with a connection made between their beings he could share the pain, everything he felt would be returned to the goddess. And as she felt the pain, it would in return loop back into him, creating an ever-increasing bond between the two of pure agony.

“Wha…What have you done!?” The Goddess was unable to hide the surprise in her voice as the first bouts of pain flowed through the connection into her soul, starting the loop.

With a shudder, the arms embracing him squeezed tightly, he internally grinned as he felt the pressure build on him, his joy quickly vanishing as the looped pain jumped back to him, instantly doubling the agony he now felt. Recoiling back he felt his mind collapse under the renewed sensations, gritting down he focused on one thing only. Maintaining the connection.

“Aaah!” The voice squealed out as the loop intensified, building repeatedly, with every rotation the pain would double for both, until nothing else could be discerned for the bound couple.

“My… little shaman!” The Goddesses voice was heavy as she panted out the words, with a final flush of pain he felt another sensation cross over the loop, feeding into him.

Pleasure.

“Give me everything… I’ll take it all from you…” Her voice had become ragged as more and more of the pain was looped back as pleasure, slowly it built as the pain began subsiding, until it had disappeared altogether.

Whats…. going on!?

His confusion was quickly swept away as the loop he had created began to double down the feelings the Goddess was now giving off, her pleasure was now looping back between the two indefinitely thanks to the connection being maintained between them. As he tried to cut it off, he felt her squeeze around him tightly, forcing the connection to remain despite his attempts to sever it.

“And to think…I wanted to consume you…” Her panting breath whispered as she embraced him closely, he could feel himself losing control as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over his soul, with every lapse he could feel his soul returning from within the Goddess, repairing itself.

With a final shudder and long tired moan, she severed the connection and simply cradled him in her arms. As he slowly regained his composure, he realized that connecting himself in such a way to a purely spiritual being was the physical equivalent of intercourse. He did not regret his decision for he felt that if he had not taken such a drastic measure, he would have been completely consumed and added to the vast sea that resided within the powerful being.

“Little Shaman, I should smite you down for such an insolent act, no one has ever forced themselves upon me in such a manner, but I can’t say I am displeased with your actions, to think I would receive such a gift from you. You offered me everything you had, and clearly meant it…” Her words rang out shyly, as if the sudden realization of what had occurred was only now sinking in. “I shall reward my devout follower with a chance to serve me again.”

What do you mean?

“There are many worlds that exist little one, all of which are connected to me, for all beings heed my call in the end. I will simply give you life anew on one particular world, your belief naturally draws death to those around you.”

He slowly mulled over the words as her warm embrace wrapped around him, he felt the soft sensation of her lips press against his being as she caressed his soul gently.

What world needs me to bring death to it?

“The world has been stolen from my grasp by another, all the souls that naturally flow to me have been cut off and drawn outside of my reach, I need you to sever this connection and return what is rightfully mine.

Serve me well little shaman and your soul will find itself rewarded in the afterlife, fail me and I will consume you.”

As she spoke he felt a surge of power wrap around him, binding his soul. He reflexively tried to draw it away from her grasp only to find himself incapable of doing so.

“Next time, not even your forced advances will save you, as I won’t let my curiosity get the better of me.” Her voice was sweet, but the foreboding undertone of it made sure he knew exactly how their next meeting would be if he failed her.

How long do I have to complete my task?

“I am endless, as long as the task is completed, I will be pleased.”

Then consider it done.

A bemused giggle rang out at his words, “This will also be painful, but sadly it will be physical pain that you won’t be capable of pushing off to others…enjoy yourself my little shaman.”