"The Oracles… Age of Blindness… this, this is because of you!?" Irbron shouted. "Submit yourself to a divination—"
"Errindel," Poppy growled, "he shall do no such thing."
"You can't be serious?" the prince exclaimed, aghast at the handmaiden's vehemence.
"One more word, Irbron, and I’ll invoke your soul oath," Poppy warned, as Ori’s gaze fixed on the prince, preparing to enter polydextery’s heightened perception of time and unfurl his domain once more.
"Harriet and the council must hear of this!" Irbron huffed as he stormed out of the room.
"Ugh, he is such a pain," Poppy exhaled, renewed tension in her muscles disrupting the flows of Grace and void mana as she moved. She turned towards Ori, her eyes intense and fingers twitching within her clenched fist.
"Do I need to be worried he’ll try something?" Ori asked, unsure in the face of Poppy’s agitation.
She sighed. "No, though I should be there when he explains it to mistress. The soul oath will prevent him from discussing specifics with anyone else."
"Okay," Ori said, expecting her to leave.
"Ori, what does Progenitor mean?"
"I’m not sure, Poppy," Ori shrugged. "Someone once told me that I might become the first human to evolve. So maybe it has something to do with that?" At that, Poppy’s eyes widened, and an intensity he’d never seen before turned her welcoming gaze into something frenzied and primal. She then let out a short, manic giggle before darting in for a kiss. This time, before she could leave his grasp, Ori held her, his arms wrapping around the small of her back and deepening their kiss. Poppy returned his kiss with an unusual intensity, then she shoved him away.
“Please know that my desire for you is unconditional, but the way you handled Irbron, and our eyes… Well, let’s just say that I’m really glad I’ve forgone the wearing of knickers when I’m around you.” She said, an impish grin turning into a smirk upon the widening of Ori’s eyes and his easily dodged attempt to pull her close. “Sorry, but I really do need to see mistress," Poppy laughed, before turning and stepping through the shadows.
He gaped as he watched her go, and could only shake his head in frustration and wonder not quite believing her brazen words.
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It was late afternoon, sun low on the horizon when Ori heard a knock on the door, followed by a familiar navy-haired, Elven woman striding into the room, her aloof queen persona on full display. She didn’t stop until she reached the window, sparing not a single direct glance towards him. Yet the sight of her overwhelming beauty still caused his heart to ache, while a shock of sudden apprehension reminded him why she was here: his answer.
They didn’t say anything as the moment stretched between them. Unsure how to begin, he imagined Harriet feeling bashful or apprehensive about the entire idea. Or perhaps the book was a taunt? That this whole thing was a silly game meant to tease and humiliate him. It was unlikely, but as the silence continued, Ori couldn’t help but think the worst.
“I saw your brother earlier today,” Ori said, choosing to begin with a topic unrelated to her likely reason for being here.
"So I have been informed. Apparently, we have our efforts to quicken your perception to thank for the Court Oracle and Divination Guilds' recent... shall we say, performance issues.”
“So, this is really some sort of big deal?”
“Well, yes and no. Long-term forecasts from opposing factions often tend to cancel each other out, and as this disruption to divinations appears to be fate-wide, little within the status quo should change, though it's likely inter-regional instability may increase, this is a new age, and many may see new opportunities for the taking.”
“But doesn’t it affect you and your magic? Your class I mean?”
“No, the Astrologer class influences fate, not divines it. I have faced no issue using my abilities since your Quickening.”
“Good,” Ori said, genuinely relieved.
“It occurs to me that I never thanked you for transcribing my mother’s journal,” Harriet finally continued.
“Errr, It was actually my way of thanking you for helping me with Quickened Perception, so don’t worry about it,” Ori said caught on the back foot.
“I thank you all the same,” she said.
“Like I said, not a problem,” Ori replied automatically, his Split Mind whirling with thoughts as he tried to figure out what to say next and how to say it. Instead, Harriet continued.
“I am not like my mother. Not like the one in her journal. I pretend to emulate the woman I remember, the one I knew as queen, but I never went to balls or had dalliances. I never quite had the chance to visit all the residences and manors, nor make friends and acquaintances within my peer group, as I had no peers, not as Queen of the Lunaesidhe.
“As a result, I’ve always felt incomplete, a hollow monarch devoid of all the normal experiences required to relate to my subjects,” she continued as Ori stood silent and listened. “For example, when reading the journal, it occurred to me just how different an approach my mother would have taken had she been in my place right now.”
“What do you think she would have done?”
“Seduced you,” Harriet said soberly, though she smiled when Ori chuckled. “I hear, Poppy snagged you with her exotic dance?”
“Didn’t you have me acting as your chair just a few days ago? If you ask me, you have plenty enough charms to seduce me if you wanted to.”
“Oh? Do tell me how I managed it the first time around because I would really like another attempt,” Harriet said, shooting Ori a brief, fierce glance over her shoulder that at that moment, paid lie to any notion Harriet didn’t know how to seduce.
“Your presence is enough.”
“Clearly not, else I’d already be wrapped in your arms by now,” Harriet said, heat and a touch of frustration colouring her voice.
“Harriet, that I’m not doing that and so much more, is only because I’m holding myself back,” Ori said, his feet subconsciously drawing him nearer to her, his eyes fixed on the exposed shoulder blades and smooth skin of her arms.
“Then what do I say or do, so that you're no longer able to hold back?” Harriet asked.
“Tell me, you want me,” he said originally trying for flirty confidence, but as a deep and overwhelming need caused him to growl, his words took on an honest yearning, his fears exposed for all to see.
She turned to him then and said. “I want you.”
“Tell me, you’ll never leave me,” Ori said, his voice broken with fear and longing.
“I’ll never leave you, Ori,” Harriet said, her gaze void of the queenly mask of indifference with an intensity and desperation that matched his own.
He crashed into her, his arms wrapping around her before pulling her into a desperate embrace. Their mouths met in a clash of lips, tongues, teeth, and breath. It was just as hungry as their first kiss but even more desperate as if they both now understood just how fleeting and improbable this moment was, a single fragile treasure within their savage, uncertain lives.
He felt her arms around his face and neck, drawing him in closer, while one of his hands settled on her impossibly flared hips below her waspish waist. She groaned into him as their kissing seemed to intensify, her subtle scent now overwhelming rational thought as a need compelled him to pull her closer. In response, she hooked a calf around his leg as she subconsciously leaned away from him. Unwilling to let her go, Ori reached for the soft globes of her butt cheeks, hoisting up her light and delicate form.
"Ori," she gasped, as much for air as in realisation of the fact she was being carried. He sat them down on the sofa, with Harriet straddling him as they continued to kiss, suck, and paw at each other. Ori trailed kisses and bites along her neck, up her jaw, and towards her magnificent ears that flared outwards to a sharp point.
Meanwhile, he could feel Harriet’s nimble fingers undoing his belt, fishing out his swollen arousal and stroking it with a need and urgency that might have surprised him, had he not also been lost in the fog of his own desires. This time, it was Ori groaning as her cool, silken fingers pumped his turgid manhood in the narrow space between them, a pleasant contrast to the sweaty, suffocating restriction of his underwear. In response, Ori once again pulled her towards him as he brought their mouths together once more.
"I need you, Ori, I need you right now," she said as they broke their kiss long enough to look into each other's eyes. It was all he could do to nod as she sought permission with her words, her hand pumping faster as she found it, before wrangling her hempen dress and pulling her underwear to one side. She rose, lifting herself above him as he watched her break eye contact to line up the tip of his length with her sodden opening, and hissed as she sank, her wet, molten warmth encompassing the tip of his being. Then, suddenly, under the insistent pressure of Harriet’s descent, he felt a barrier of flesh give way. One that allowed her to sink even further as her impossibly strong grip, despite how delicate her arms seemed, crushed him into her cleavage.
Denied access to her breasts by a dress too complex and restrictive to even attempt to take off, Ori slid his hands across silken thighs, their skin exposed and glorious as her hot core settled around him. Beyond her heaving chest, Harriet sat still. Breaking away from her involuntary hold, Ori looked up to see a furrowed brow and eyes peering at him in challenge.
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“You shall not embarrass me for being a maiden,” Harriet all but commanded, except instead of her impervious mask, a vulnerable, unsure woman in pain looked back at him. Rather than replying with words, Ori drew in the mana from the atmosphere and focused on casting his most familiar spell form. Light-aspected mana condensed on his palm as he brought his hand to the place where their bodies united. As Ori channelled Cure Wounds and Harriet groaned in relief, Vision of the Progenitor saw through the shadows, the layers of fabric, skin, and muscle. He could see just how little his efforts did to the flesh of a Sovereign Ranker. Even with the room's ambient mana exhausted, Ori felt he could only numb the pain instead of reducing the inflammation and soothing the frayed nerves.
And then he saw something amazing happen.
Mana is the paracausal energy of the mind; when a portion of mana is aspected, it is imbued with an affinity best suited to a task and rendered unavailable for any other action until that action is complete, as it has already been directed by someone or something’s will. However, while advanced practitioners or a domain might be able to strip an aspect from mana influenced by a significantly weaker will, only Mana Union—the moment where two wills are intimately joined, their intents and desires unified—enabled the ability for more than one will to aspect mana.
In this instance, mana billowed out of Harriet, feeding into Ori’s spell, and then, as if she were guiding his hand, their mana increased the healing speed of the spell a hundredfold, Ori’s light affinity unchallenged as Harriet’s pain disappeared.
"Are you alright?" Ori asked in wonder. Harriet simply held his face in both hands and kissed him. It was a passionate kiss, though less desperate than moments before, as she rocked forwards and backwards, grinding her pelvis into his groin, his member sliding and scraping her delicious warmth, the cool wet feeling of her juices gathering around his balls. Ori’s eyes were wide open and shining as Vision of the Progenitor took in his goddess in all her glory, the beads of sweat that dotted her skin, the swirl of Grace and Lifeforce that parted to enable their union. He could see the rise and fall of her cleavage as she heedlessly pursued her own pleasure, he could see her soul and the strain and concentration she maintained to prevent it from forming Taurna’diem, and through all this, he could see her, the woman he knew he’d be tying his life to, his soul to, for all eternity.
"You can let go, I’m ready," Ori murmured, his concentration also focused on holding back, both his climax and his soul now beginning to soar in anticipation.
"Taurna’diem can wait, I shall enjoy you first, just as lovers," Harriet panted as the pace of her rocking accelerated, deepened, with Ori’s hands pressing into the porcelain flesh of her backside and aiding her motion, pressing her down as if to delve deeper, his member now butting into her cervix with every thrust. Meanwhile, Cure Wounds continued to channel, no longer targeting a specific ailment. Instead, Ori, perhaps reflecting on Freya’s theory about High Elves, allowed his inherent affinity to alter the spell's focus from healing to...
Harriet shuddered as she drew a sharp breath, her thighs trembling, her face flushed red to the very tips of her pointed ears as she silently contorted her face and climaxed. Ori felt as much as saw it, her thighs and sex clenched so tightly he almost blacked out from the pressure, another reminder of the immense power of the creature that currently enveloped him.
"I’m coming, oh Ori I’m coming! Claim me with your seed."
Meanwhile, Ori was overcome with shock as he could feel himself sliding past what he believed to be the spongy wall of her cervix, it was as if the most sensitive part of him was being squeezed through an impossible gap narrow enough for only a pencil, something even his limited experience knew shouldn't be possible. The sensation was unreal and beyond anything he had ever felt before, and taken by surprise by the intensity of the sensations and Harriet's pleading, he could no longer hold himself back. Ori released pulse after pulse into the High Elven Queen’s womb, his vision turning white with the intensity of his climax. He buried himself in her cleavage as his fingers pushed her backside as hard and deep into himself as he could. His orgasm was longer and harder than any he had ever experienced before.
It was several minutes before he noticed Harriet's smooth hands caressing his face and coaxing him back to full awareness.
"Hi," Ori said, returning to himself as he saw the concern vanish from Harriet’s impossibly beautiful face.
"Hello lover," she kissed him, groaning once more as Ori’s hands tightened around her waist again. He realised he was still fully hard, unsurprising, both due to how much this woman aroused him, and how long it had been since his last release. Breaking from the kiss, he looked around, spotting the bed towards the far corner of the workshop.
"Oh? Waiiiiit…" Harriet shrieked in surprise as he stood, carrying her with him, still fully engaged within her. He laid her down, kneeling to place her back upon the bed, her legs spread to reveal her hairless vulva and ruined white lace panties. He leaned down to kiss her rueful smile and began to thrust once more. Their lovemaking was slower, harder, deeper, and less desperate but no less intense.
Their pace increased until he caught the same flush of red blooming across her chest, her face, and neck, and as he knelt and nibbled the tips of her burning ears, Ori felt her sharply inhale, her moan deepening into him as her thighs clenched during another powerful orgasm.
"Ori! I’m coming again. I can scarcely breathe because of this feeling of you deep inside of me."
Ori continued through Harriet’s cries and exclamations, his mind as intoxicated by the physical sensations as it was by the overwhelming emotions coursing through him. When he reached his next climax in another powerful surge, some of those emotions were released with his seed, his mind momentarily clearing as some of the surrealness of what just happened returned to him.
"Wow," Ori said, noting that he was still intensely aroused and buried deep within Harriet. Meanwhile, Harriet smiled languidly as she stretched, her arms fanning out as her core muscles performed wonders on his oversensitive cock, while the sight of her cleavage attempting to spill from her top did even more to excite him.
"It’s enchanted, the dress. I shall need help disrobing," Harriet said with a knowing smile.
"Sure, just tell me how," Ori said.
"Not your help, Ori, this is what handmaidens are for. Poppy!" she called out, and a shadow from within the room lengthened before a familiar brown-haired, brown-eyed half-moon, half-Var’drow elf walked through. A matching, knowing smirk suggested this was likely planned in advance. She came and stood at the foot of the bed, as Ori debated whether to withdraw or keep his manhood hidden within the Queen’s welcoming embrace.
"Mistress?"
"Please, help me remove this dress," Harriet commanded as Ori wondered, 'Just what is my life right now?' Harriet sat up, making no further movements to separate themselves or readjust.
"Yes, mistress," Poppy said, clearly playing along with whatever game they'd decided upon, though Ori found it difficult to be concerned. Poppy sat on the bed, positioning herself behind Harriet, her deft fingers working on the laces and straps to unbind the dress. As she did so, she shot Ori a heated, mischievous look that would have spurred him beyond his refractory period if that were still a concern. As she finished, Harriet lifted her arms and Poppy lifted the dress up and over the Queen, revealing her impeccably perky breasts right before him.
"You're free to join us if you'd like, Poppy," Harriet said, her smile warm and genuine, as if urging her friend to enjoy their time together rather than asking a servant to obey a command. As Poppy turned from her to Ori, Harriet added, "I've felt his arousal twitching ever since you entered, I've little doubt he would find your company unwelcome."
“Well I did promise I'd make up to you didn’t I?” Poppy said.
Ori simply nodded, and before he could blink, Poppy stood and dropped her dress to reveal another expanse of creamy, silken skin. While Harriet's breasts were large and firm with tiny nipples blending into her milky complexion, Poppy's dark, thick nipples crowned breasts that suited a dancer's physique, skin dotted with freckles and spots on a body that was too dainty to be from a normal human woman, yet no less enticing. He wasted no time drawing her in, an arm wrapping around her narrow waist and pulling Poppy into a kiss by his side as he rocked backwards and then thrust forwards, penetrating the deepest depths of Harriet's core.
He channelled his inherent affinity into Cure Wounds as his left hand reached from behind Poppy’s backside to touch her pussy, his lovemaking turning urgent once again, his need to grind deeper and faster sending Harriet into a shuddering, silent climax.
Immediately he withdrew, his control slipping as he pushed Poppy onto the bed. She lay on her side next to a Harriet still reeling from her recent climax, holding her slender legs to one side. Ori lined up and plunged deep into the handmaiden's core. She tensed and shuddered immediately, the familiar sensation of her thighs and core muscles tightening as she exclaimed, "Ori, yes, Oh spirits, you're in me." Ori continued to thrust, no longer holding back, his peak soon approaching.
"Ori!" Poppy cried.
"Poppy, I'm close."
"Claim her with your seed, Ori, just as you did with me," Harriet said, regaining her composure as she held onto Poppy, spooning her even as Ori continued to thrust. He leaned down to kiss Harriet, then Poppy, clinging to both with all his strength as he climaxed. Something profound struck him as the world turned white. Vision of the Progenitor ignited as Mana and soul essence sparked and popped. He could feel his soul intertwining with Poppy’s, following his release into the exquisite elf with every spasm. Unlike Harriet, Poppy had no restraint, her soul yearning for connection, for a bond Ori knew could be permanent and life-altering.
He accepted it; there was no question or doubt as something akin to his familiar bond occurred, and he glimpsed a life in fast forward—vague, dreamlike flashes but enough to understand her emotions, temperament, and desires. It was too overwhelming for Ori to unpack at once, but underlying it all was the undeniable certainty that she was his, and he was hers.
Peritia followed the swirl of mana and soul energies as his vision sought to unravel the complex web, his understanding of the energies growing by the second. Insights that might have taken months of normal observation were accelerated under this newfound soul and mana union. Together, they strengthened and reinforced their Taurna’diem into something more robust, capable of growing and evolving as their understanding of their bond and each other deepened.
As the cyclone of energies subsided, Ori focused on the scene beneath him, Harriet cooing and comforting a weeping Poppy. For once, Ori understood why; they had found love, together they had both reached out and touched the face of god.
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Their lovemaking continued well into the night. For hours, Ori's need for connection, to make use of the fleeting time they had left, to leave some sort of lasting impression, drove him beyond all mortal endurance into a feverish frenzy of sex and lust. One of the most striking things he could sense, beyond the sensation of legs and tongues intertwining was the contrasts in scents, Poppy’s neutral, almost vanilla flavour contrasting with the subtle, sweet floral fragrance of Harriet. It was that, as much as the sounds they made, or the different textures of skin that Ori used to guide him between each woman during his haze of passion and urgent need.
As he alternated between the two of them, he found himself increasingly possessive, as if moving beyond the novelty of two women in bed and straight towards a deep-seated need, a feeling of righteousness whenever he held both in his arms. With every moment that passed between them, Ori felt a growing acceptance that this was who he was as an image of who he needed to be worthy of becoming, solidified in his being. Meanwhile, as he learned this about himself, Vision of the Progenitor gleaned more insights into the Taurna’diem—the layers and organs of the soul, how the spirit contained the memories and Peritia of the soul's current incarnation, and how life force and vitality were integrated into the physical whole. Poppy joined him through Mana Union, their mana instinctively switching to void aspect as they performed one of the Lunaesutra’kuri Kari rituals. He cradled Poppy in the missionary position, his thrusting metered and relentless even as her nails tore into the flesh of his shoulder blades. Her wild intensity was unrestrained as she spun into a chain of orgasms, while through shared comprehension over their bond, Ori's understanding of the Abyss grew.
Poppy shuddered and squealed, Ori twisting her nipple hard as her back arched off the bed in a powerful orgasm. Their void mana cycled through each other in Mana Union as Ori made love to both body and spirit using hints through their bond to guide him towards providing Poppy with ever-increasing experiences and sensations.
Throughout, Harriet refused to allow herself the same bond he and Poppy now shared, but instead of feeling rejection or frustration, as the night continued, Ori could feel a certain flow, a sensation as if he glimpsed fate's rhythms—something Harriet likely had an inherent sense for, and was actively using to guide them both.
The last thing Ori remembered before passing out was gently thrusting into Harriet from behind as he spooned her, the Moon Elf repeating those very words that allowed him to stop holding back.
"I’m yours, Ori. I’ll never leave you."