Echoes Of The Seven

It was a gentle squishing of flesh that roused Eris from slumber, yet she didn’t open her eyes. Instead, she let a low grumble eek through her throat while nuzzling her face more firmly into Bailey’s naked bosom. Even if it was incredibly flat, there was softness and warmth in the blonde’s nude embrace. That softness then shuddered as Bailey let out a quiet giggle.

“Oh, I know, I know. You like your cuddles, Cutiepie, but we’ve gotta get up. Long day today.”

Eris pushed out another groan, tilting her face upwards and cracking her eyes to look at her snuggle-buddy with bleary vision.

“Why do you have to be so comfortable?”

Bailey let out another laugh. “When you live like I do, you figure out all the best positions- cuddling included.” She tilted her face down to plant a quick kiss on the tip of the sleepy redhead’s nose that was laying on her chest, then reached down with one hand to give a small butt a playful squeeze.

“Now come on, sweetcheeks. Your alarm went off five minutes ago but you were just so damned cute that I had to let you have a little bit longer.”

Eris turned her head, placing her cheek back onto Bailey’s chest and glancing beside the bed. She could see the metal assembly haphazardly put together a little over a week ago resting on the nightstand. It wasn’t anything special- just her silver pocketwatch set face-down with the back removed to expose the inner workings. From there, a basic set of fixtures were added to utilize the same gear ratios without messing with those vital internals, which in turn was attached to a different assortment of gear ratios. It took a bit of manipulating to get the timing right, but by hooking up a simple bell that would twist on an axle in time with the hour, then having several notches on the gear intentionally missing so the axle would slip, Eris could get the thumb-sized bell to ring at exactly six in the morning. Well, today it had been set two hours earlier.

It was one single chime since Eris didn’t have an easy way to keep the bell swinging, and it wasn’t a very loud bell, but it was enough to wake Bailey, at least. Then, the poofy blonde ended up as Eris’s own alarm. Her own warm, soft, cuddly, sexy, naked, extra-handsy alarm that woke her up with fondling and quickies.

Unfortunately, this morning didn’t have time for that.

“Alright, fine.” Eris blew a raspberry, yawned, then rolled off of her human mattress. “Let’s go have an early-morning orgy.”

While the two got dressed, Eris made sure to wear a pair of baggy, ironwood linen cargo pants. That made Bailey look over with a raised eyebrow, but that eyebrow was then morphed into one of understanding. “Ah.”

Standing by the shelves and the workbench, Eris was stuffing tools, bits of scrap material, and anything else not bolted down into the various assortment of pockets in her pants. The redhead shrugged. “If there’s any final touch-ups that need to be done on anything, or even quick repairs-”

“You don’t want to have to sprint all the way back here to grab a screwdriver. Nah, I get it.”

Eris looked over the workbench over an assortment of handheld tools, visibly trying to determine which would be useful, and even experimenting to see just how many she could fit in her pockets before the seams would probably start tearing. Bailey just rolled her eyes.

“You grab everything you need, I’ll make sure Leyla and Pravala are up.”

Eris held up one hand in a passive wave as Bailey slipped out of the door to the workshop, not turning to look at the blonde’s departure. After a few seconds, Eris risked a glance over to the door and confirmed that her roommate was indeed gone- sparing her a precious few moments alone.

Eris immediately pulled several screwdrivers and a ball of twine out from one of her larger pockets, dropping them onto the table and rushing over to the shelf with excess material. A few small chunks of marble were gently shifted out of the way until Eris could blindly feel around behind the pile for the fist-sized wooden sphere. Carefully retrieving the hidden smoke bomb she prepared two nights earlier, Eris tucked it into the now-empty pocket, then stuck the twine back in overtop to stuff the pocket full. The screwdrivers went into a different pocket.

A cursory glance over herself proved that she looked exactly how she intended. If she had just stuck the wooden sphere in her pocket to try and hide it, the outline would have been obvious to see. However, since every single one of her pockets was now bulging with tools and random crap, it meant it was just one outline of many.

Of course, having a bunch of tools on-hand and available for if anything needed a touch-up was a nice bonus. Not that they would be incredibly useful in the first part of what needed to happen today.

A handful of minutes later, Eris got to watch firsthand as Pravala possessed someone across her kingdom. It was both fascinating and unsettling. The woman’s brown eyes seemed to glimmer with a pale green undertone, and a few wisps of the hair that draped all the way to her ankles even started drifting upwards aimlessly- floating through the air as if underwater. However, her focus was never visibly lost.

Eris had of course wondered how the woman saw the world- given the fact that she was experiencing it from over a thousand perspectives at all times. However, when Eris used the Skeleton Key, it had transferred EVERYTHING, so Eris never even got a chance to experience what it would be like to have two pairs of eyes and ears picking up different sights and sounds. Over fifteen-hundred? Eris couldn’t even begin to comprehend how complicated Pravala’s perception of reality must have been. The fact that she could apparently take complete and total control over any number of her tethered targets simultaneously, while also retaining complete focus and function of her own body? It was hard enough for Eris to pat her head and rub her stomach at the same time. Though, she supposed that Pravala had over four centuries of practice.

Of course, that was only if Pravala’s awareness of anything being perceived by her slaves was a permanent, always-in-effect passive. Eris supposed that it could just as easily be something that Pravala needed to intentionally focus on- like being aware of every book on a shelf, but needing to pick one up and open it to see what story was being told. In truth, Eris wasn’t exactly sure which one she would prefer.

If Pravala really was constantly aware of everything being perceived at all times, then it meant that it would be effectively impossible to actually sneak anything by the woman’s sight. That being said, having that much perspective would have to make it difficult to focus on anything at all and thus get specific details other people wouldn’t overlook. If Eris had to guess, her best comparison in her own head would be like trying to see the world entirely through her peripheral vision- nothing in focus but everything still technically ‘visible’. It would be impossible to truly hide anything, but maybe some actions would be just blurry enough that Eris could pass them along under the Summoner’s nose.

On the other hand, if Pravala’s perception was something she needed to intentionally focus on, it would make anything she experienced as crystal clear as if Eris herself was standing there watching it happen. No blurriness- no hiding in the strain of a thousand different perspectives. If Eris twitched a muscle the wrong way and Pravala happened to be looking, the woman would know. The benefit of that, though, was that it would mean Pravala wasn’t always looking through everyone. If Eris got lucky, there might even be a scant few moments where Pravala wasn’t paying attention to her at all and Eris could be invisible.

Such as when Pravala needed to look through the eyes of others to keep her focus on a bound and trapped Warden.

“The beach team is starting to lower the chain into the ocean, and is applying the cum to the magical chain links as they do so.” Pravala stated calmly, her hair dropping back into place while her eyes dimmed. “It’ll likely take an hour until the chain has been fully extended, and then we must wait for the Warden.”

Elmas nodded, idly rubbing her chest as she sat down on one corner of the large swath of thick cloth laid out on the ground and serving as the padding for their carnal activities. In the very center of the twenty-foo, brown cloth circle, the Adjudication’s Altar sat on a wheeled wooden platform- ready to be moved to the beach as soon as they were done. The marble and gold glimmered in the low light of the nearby lightstone lampposts, serving as a very strange centerpiece the orgy would take place around. The Lieutenant-Major looked to the elegant Summoner still wearing her signature dark blue dress.

“The three individuals that will be joining us- will they be here soon? We need to get started.”

The older Echo nodded, even turning to point in the direction of her small castle where three women were approaching from the distance. “They’re right there. Their names are Bimaja, Peilo, and Zoime.”

Eris narrowed her eyes into a glare. “And they volunteered for this? You aren’t making them do this?”

Pravala rolled her eyes, but Eris could see the woman’s knuckles tense. “Yes, Eris. They, along with many others, volunteered for this part of the plan. Out of everyone that did, I selected the three with bodies that I believed fit into your appeals the most. For example, I made sure not to select anyone with a physical body that was under the age of eighteen. Even if they are dozens of times older than you, I assumed you would not feel comfortable for a member of this orgy to have the body of a ten-year old.”

Eris supposed that morally, there was nothing explicitly wrong about having a ‘child’ join the activities since they weren’t actually children. They were beyond fully grown adults; they were centuries-old survivors of an era that had been lost to time and a world-ending plague. It was merely the bodies they were trapped in- ceasing to age in the confines of the Obelisk. The best comparison Eris could think of would be a relationship between consenting adults, one of which having dwarfism and consequently having a body that could be considered ‘childlike’.

However, the mental image still made Eris violently uncomfortable. Rubbing and enjoying the naked flesh of a pre-pubescent body? It didn’t matter if the person inside was older than every Dean of Marrix put together, multiplied by two. It was still deeply, deeply unsettling to Eris.

Eris managed to swallow back the bile and forced a nod. “Thank you, Pravala.”

Of course, that was when Bailey let out a low whistle. “Well, I certainly can’t complain about your choices, Prav.”

Eris took a closer look at the approaching women, feeling a twinge in her chest in acknowledgement that Pravala did, in fact, pick out very appealing volunteers. That was especially obvious since all three of them were completely naked as they walked closer- wearing only sandals to protect their feet from the stony floor.

The one on the left was nothing but legs.

Well, she had lots of other features, but by the Seven, her legs were pretty much the only thing Eris could focus on. Long, smooth, with toned thighs that made no question about just how fantastic she would look from behind. She was tall- taller than the other girls by at least two heads. As the trio got a little closer, Eris could see that this girl would even beat out Jaxie in the height department and it wasn’t close to a contest. She had to be at least six-foot eight, with long, slender limbs paled from centuries without sunlight. She was, like pretty much everyone else in this prison, rather thin.

The people of this kingdom weren’t malnourished- but perhaps a tad ‘singlenourished’. The underground ocean seemed to have an endless surplus of fish and the soil in the ironwood forests was more than capable of sustaining the wheat-like mimicry of grain, but that was about it. Fish and bread. Bread and fish. Since everyone worked their own jobs to help sustain the kingdom, many of which were physically demanding, it and the restricted diet meant that every single resident was bearing lean muscle and extremely little body fat.

Regardless, Miss Tall and Thin looked to be somewhere in her late twenties (physically), with hair so black it may as well have started dripping ink while she walked. It was cut extremely short- even shorter than Eris liked her own hair- which only helped to show off what may have been the most defined cheekbones Eris had ever seen on either side of eyes that were almost the same shade of gray as Elmas’s. The woman practically looked like the dictionary definition of ‘elegance’ as she strode forward, seemingly without a care in the world about her nudity.

Sure, her breasts might have been on the smaller side, especially given just how incredibly tall she was, but a flat stomach opened out into nice, defined hips and a fuzzy little patch of black adorning her pelvis. Given the disparity between her incredibly pale skin and incredibly dark hair, the pubic bush was almost like a magnet dragging Eris’s eyes to the cleft between her legs where a pussy was most definitely hidden. Well, and the black brand-like tattoo of barbs wrapped around her right wrist- just like the other two.

Beside her, in the middle of the trio, was a much shorter girl. Not that it meant much compared to the woman that could hunt birds with a rake, since the middle girl seemed to be average height. Her hair was, like the first girl, quite dark but in a different way. At first glance it almost looked like a standard brunette, but for some reason Eris got the impression that she used to be blonde. Actually, thinking about it a little bit more, that made sense.

While extended exposure to sunlight would force the body to produce more melanin and make a person’s skin darker, their hair would lose melanin faster and actually become more pale as a result. However, in this prison- devoid of sunlight, the opposite was happening. Their skin was becoming pale and their hair was darkening. Over the course of four hundred years?

No wonder her and Bailey seemed to get odd looks- at least, more than to be expected. These people probably hadn’t seen hair as bright as theirs for centuries.

Regardless, the middle girl’s features were notably more ‘youthful’ than the first girl’s, which made sense given the fact that she seemed to be no older than nineteen. Apparently, even a limited diet wasn’t quite able to get rid of the roundness of a ‘baby-face’. Again- her physique of lean muscle was effectively identical to the tall glass of water next to her, though it did seem like her muscle was focused a little bit less on her legs and more on her upper body- she had noticeable musculature on her biceps with shoulders that looked nice and strong.

Also unlike the first girl, her chest was a touch more generous. Not by a tremendous margin- not even close-, but there was jiggling as she walked with pert little nipples that practically blended into the rest of the skin. The last difference between her and girl number one was the equipment she carried with her. Bearing just as much of a bush- though both girls were still neat and trimmed on the edges-, the penis peeking out was swaying as she walked. It was only semi-hard and just as pale as she was, but there was also something… odd about it.

The third girl was almost a stark difference from the other two, since her skin was a deep shade more akin to cocoa beans. Furthermore, her hair was pale and shimmering, like a sheen of silver draped behind her shoulders. That alone made her lineage clear- a bloodline from the island of Garigall. Although, hers would be far more ‘pure’ than someone like Professor Konderlacht. The superintendent would merely have had ancestors from the region that had since been lost to the Hollow. This thirty-something-year-old woman may have actually lived there. Before moving to wherever Pravala ended up enslaving, that is.

She was actually the shortest of the three- but only by an inch or so-, with a figure that was closer in shape to the first, extremely tall girl. The darker-skinned woman was slender, with a lot of smooth leg being shown off, and a handful-sized bosom topped with large, dark nipples. Unique to her, however, was her pelvis being clean-shaven. That made the chocolate-tinted member hanging between her muscular thighs very apparent. And apparent it most certainly was.

It wasn’t fully erect judging by the way it was flopping while she walked, but Eris could already see that this girl was as big as Alex. In fact, Eris could practically hear it slapping heavily against the girl’s thighs as the trio of volunteers approached. Just like the middle girl, however, there was something odd about the dick. Eris’s own curiosity got the better of her, and when the three girls met the edge of the cloth circle, she glanced to the Summoner.

“Uhh, what’s going on with their… you know?”

Pravala raised an eyebrow in confusion before following Eris’s gaze. However, it wasn’t the Echo that responded. It was a voice just to the side of Eris belonging to a notoriously slutty blonde.

“You mean their foreskin?”

“Their what?” Eris turned to glance at Bailey, then blinked when she realized the former Alchemist had already taken off her shirt to leave herself naked from the waist-up. Bailey shrugged.

“Foreskin. Learned about it from the old legends and stuff. Talas, the Grohl half of the Warden- wait…” She turned to Pravala. “Did you really name the big metal spider thing that kept you trapped here after one of the Seven? Isn’t that kinda sacreligious or something?”

The Summoner shrugged. “They’re named differently in Ra’lan, but the translations into your language don’t properly come across that way. Talas and Mizzari are ‘Meri M’Adhroiza ‘, or ‘Saviour Of Peace’. Your translations condensed that down into ‘Warden’, as a meaning of protection and safety. I named that thing at the bottom of the ocean ‘Anivon’, meaning ‘Trap Person’- or a more accurate translation- ‘Prison Keeper’. A jailer- something that watches over prisoners. Again, your language condensed that down into ‘Warden’.”

Bailey blinked a few times. “Huh. Well, doesn’t matter.” She turned back to Eris. “Talas, the god of marriage and family and shit like that apparently got really upset a long, long time ago about how much people were having sex purely for entertainment and not reproduction. Actually, he’s pretty much the reason why sex isn’t treated as casually as it should be. Anyway, he cursed literally all mortals or something like that in order to promote sex as something for family, not fuckbuddies.”

“Why am I not surprised you know about something like this?” Elmas asked with a raised eyebrow. Bailey giggled.

“Well, males and futas all had the skin of their shafts extend up over the head of the dick just like that, which ended up being called foreskin, and that apparently made it harder to keep things clean, and also apparently increased the risk of diseases and stuff. Meanwhile, females all had their ovulation cycles modified so that the entire uterine lining would like… melt or something? It would happen on a monthly basis as long as the female wasn’t pregnant, and would be super uncomfortable. Apparently, they’d bleed for days at a time.”

Eris winced. “That sounds awful.”

“Yeah, well, that’s what all the books say,” Bailey shrugged, then tugged down her pants. “With diseases and stuff being more prevalent because of the changes to dicks, and the changes to ovulation cycles punishing not being pregnant, it generally encouraged less sex to happen overall, and only for the purposes of making families- big families.”

Pravala nodded. “She’s right. I’m a bit surprised she knows it though- that information is old even for us. That curse happened generations and generations before my time.”

“And it presumably lasted right up until the Sundering,” Bailey added. “After all, if a god was cursing the genitals of all humankind, and then that god fucking dies along with the rest of the Seven, that curse ended with him. All generations born after the Sundering had normal bits. No bleeding vaginas for me, thank you VERY much.”

Eris raised an eyebrow at Pravala, now genuinely curious. “Wait, does that mean your vagina bleeds?”

Pravala gave an amused sigh. “Not since I’ve been in here. Being in here’s halted our cycles, and thankfully most of us females weren’t actively ovulating when it happened. There are a few unlucky ones, though.”

The extra-tall, naked beauty cocked her head and mumbled towards Pravala, extending one hand in a general motion towards Eris and Elmas. “Gow id reilmi? Id zekko?”

The Summoner replied matter-of-factly. “Lon m’vieye a’emro. Bosh id fere meri m’adhroiza Talas.”

All three of the naked volunteers widened their eyes and looked at the three modern girls, then the dark-skinned one chirped up. “Mo marsi?”

Pravala nodded. “Id.”

“What are they saying?” Elmas asked, looking more curious than Eris had ever really seen the woman. Pravala smirked.

“Bimaja was asking why you two aren’t naked yet, if you six are supposed to be having sex. I told her that we were talking about vaginas and penises since you three don’t bear the Warden Talas’s curse. Zoime then asked if I was joking, and I said no.”

Pravala then flicked her hand behind her, where a materialization of dark metal appeared in the space as she lowered herself. The chair she sat down in had a reclined back and had very specific curves and indents obviously designed to be form-fitted for Pravala’s relaxation- in direct view of the orgy that was scheduled to occur. Her voice then flowed out easily.

“I do believe we’re running on a time limit, so it would be best to stop getting hung up on our ancient biology. You two should probably follow Bailey’s lead and start getting undressed.”

Eris could only let out a little squeak of horny fear.