Echoes Of The Seven

When her eyes began to water a bit, Eris tore her attention from Bailey and looked up at Peilo. The girl was staring down, one hand on Eris’s cheek, with what may have been the sweetest expression the redhead had ever seen from a person whose cock was lodged in the back of her throat. Although, that wasn’t really saying much since this was also the first time a person’s cock was doing the aforementioned lodging inside her throat.

Still, it was a sweet expression accompanied by a gentle thumb tracing appreciative circles over Eris’s cheekbone. It did nothing for the pressure of Eris’s gag reflex quickly building and forcing the redhead to back off a few inches. Sputtering breaths whistled around the length of meat and a tiny trail of spit dribbled down Eris’s lips. Peilo’s cockhead was idly twitching with the excited throbs coming from the rest of her cock, dancing over Eris’s tongue. Not signs of impending climax- Eris knew that much, at least. No, Peilo’s organ was throbbing from appreciation of the attention it was receiving, the same way that Alex’s would whenever Eris started going down on the Knight.

…Alex…

Gods, what Eris wouldn’t give to run back into the arms of her and Jaxie. If anything, getting to see and talk to them yesterday had only made that wrenching feeling in her heart pull down even harder. So close- so incredibly, so very close. All that stood between them was this plan, and an insane Summoner that was too high of a risk to let live.

Eris forced herself to not think about anything that would come later in the hopes of avoiding another panic attack. Thinking was too risky. Thankfully, she didn’t need to think right now- she just needed to focus on swirling her tongue around the tip of Peilo’s cock before sliding her lips back down.

One inch after another glided easily into the warmth of Eris’s mouth, and then her throat. It was still so strange- to feel the twitches of an excited cock jammed halfway down her neck. Eris could almost taste the girl’s heartbeat. She could definitely taste the precum.

It was, unsurprisingly, also quite similar to Alex in terms of the flavour. Salty and a teeny bit bitter, it wasn’t anything that Eris would go out of her way to quench her thirst with. However, it was here and it was soaking into Eris’s tastebuds with every pass that her tongue dragged over Peilo’s cocktip when Eris would need to pull up for a breath. Eris tried to focus on keeping her eyes trained downwards on the meat in front of her. It was easier to stare at the neat fuzz of brown pubes than it was to gaze into the eyes of a person she was actively sucking off.

Especially when that person wasn’t either of her girlfriends.

Dammit, Eris! Stop that already!

Eris wasn’t sure whether she should be ashamed of the fact she mentally apologized to her own internal voice criticizing her. Actually no, she should definitely be ashamed. Getting so bothered and hyperfixated about having sex with other people when both her girlfriends actively supported and encouraged her to sleep around was pointless. Jaxie had literally been trying to hook Eris up with the entire party since day one, and the redhead had received nothing but the purest encouragement to go nuts.

And yet here Eris was, apologizing to herself that she was sucking someone else’s dick.

By the Seven, why did she have to be such a mess?

Translated From Ra’lan

Pravala had never been one to frequently pleasure herself or seek pleasure from others.

Sex as a whole had never truly been something that Pravala actively sought. In all honesty, it was actually kinda… icky. Sticking bits into other people’s bits, with all the liquids and the sweat and the uncomfortable skin contact? Nope. Pravala didn’t care for the thought of being touched in any manner like that. Even a few experimental nights over these last centuries stuck in this damned prison never changed. Sure, having Agamemnis fuck her or letting Izabeil lick her lady bits was physically pleasureable- including the orgasms that followed-, but not to the point of being anything more than what she could do on her own.

However, there was most definitely something special about getting to experience all of it indirectly.

Getting to feel a hand palming her breasts, yet remaining content with the knowledge that nobody was touching her. Holding the tension of a building climax that isn’t her own. Both breathing on and feeling the hot breath against her neck as she feels her pussy wrapped around her cock. A cock that spasms and twitches in an orgasm she lives through both sides of.

Pravala reclined lazily in her chair, leaning her head back but letting her eyes dance over the display in front of her. A thousand other pairs of eyes became background noise. Jafel, Trisca, Emzanari and Relli playing Idmanst Nallow with a handmade deck of cards in Minzag’s house. Ynomi softly humming to herself while sitting in one of the halls of Pravala’s castle. Even Errek slowly turning the large crank to the fishing winch repurposed with the chain, lowering it down into the water and Ansur just beside him, dipping her gloved fingers into a jar of semen before painting thin trails on each of the magical links made by Eris as the chain unwound.

No, none of that mattered now- just the perspectives Pravala wanted.

Her own. Eyes raking across nude flesh- gazing at pert nipples and seeing the way that each of the three newcomers split into pairs with their own partners.

Leyla. A breath catching in her throat, skin heating up and the tingles of a warm body almost completely enveloping her while delicate fingers worked up and down her sensitive cock.

Bimaja. Her neck craned down so lips could nip at the soldier’s ear, and a shaft held in her grip that throbbed with every single movement of her fingers.

Zoime. Hungry, powerful twitches of a slick dick as the slutty blonde pulled the entire meat from her throat with a loud gasp but continued to pump it with both hands while she moved.

Bailey. Saliva dripping down her palms and wrists as she worked in the lubrication while shimmying back up to her original position- sitting on the dark woman’s lap so that the colossal pillar of meat pressed between both their stomachs.

Peilo. Gazing down at the scarlet hair of a partner that almost seemed to be refusing to look up, yet seeing the blush on Eris’s face almost as bright. Then, Peilo’s eyes glanced upwards, past Eris’s head and down the naked curve of the Artificer’s back- taking in her smooth body and sensual curves. Eventually, they settled on the Echo’s bare bottom. Although Pravala didn’t know what Peilo was thinking, based on the way that Peilo was staring, Pravala could assume that the girl was following the same line.

Eris was hot.

Bailey had been a delight to perceive through, every night and every morning. Taking Eris, claiming her, teaching her… the blonde was wonderful. The taste of Eris on Bailey’s lips was intoxicating and Pravala couldn’t get enough of it. Gah, the desire- the need to take control of the five and turn them all to Eris…

Pravala couldn’t help but bite her lip at the thought. Leyla on her back with Eris on top of her, holding the redhead in place while buried to the hilt in the Artificer’s rear entrance. Peilo crouching over both of them, using her cock as a gag to turn Eris’s breathing into chokes of pleasure. Those chokes turning to screams when Zoime lowers herself down, Bailey using both hands to guide the massive dick into Eris’s perfect little pussy. Bimaja using her teeth and tongue to tease Eris’s nipples, while also holding down the redhead’s arms to keep her still.

Eris would try to object, but she wouldn’t be able to do anything to stop it. She’d be powerless, held completely to Pravala’s whims by the five of her choosing, each of which would ravish every inch of the Artificer’s body. Not that she’s object for long- Eris would enjoy it eventually. Pravala knew she would.

No.

Yes.

No. That’s rape and it’s wrong.

Yes. Wrong is a necessary Right. Everything has a return. All bad is paid off eventually, just like this will be.

No! This isn’t for Envious Binding, it isn’t to become stronger, and it isn’t to escape.

Pravala shuddered, goosebumps rising along her arms while fingers gripped her chair just a little tighter. Leyla was going to cum soon. The soldier had been pretty pent up during these last few weeks, to say the least, and Bimaja was being quite… enthusiastic about her physical examination of Leyla’s package.

But it IS to escape. The Altar is charged with sexual acts. I could charge it so much, we could drain the Warden in seconds. Surely Eris will understand, if it’s to escape.

What if she was lying? What if the Altar does something else, and she covered it up with that skill of hers? If that was the case, having my way with Eris would do nothing for the plan to get out.

Bailey’s throat rumbled with a purred moan as her lower lips began to spread around a large invader, making Pravala’s own jaw clench at the metaphysical pressure. Meanwhile, Pravala’s co- wait, no- Bailey’s cock- no, dammit!

Pravala squirmed, shaking her realities back into place. It was Zoime’s dick that was sliding up into Ley-... Bailey’s tight embrace, with every inch of her core rippling around the meaty girth. Pravala could even feel her massive member that curved a bit to the left being forced to try and straighten out- grinding her sensitive tip along her own sensitive walls as it pushed back against her.

Pravala strained as she lowered down, gripping tight onto the hips of the blonde in her lap and the shoulders of the dark woman she sat on. Her fingers curled through hair as bright red as a fruit she hadn’t remembered in centuries until Bailey and Leyla’s memories reminded her of strawberries, and the tingling ache of impending release in her nethers was just as sweet while her scarred hand missing two fingers gripped tight onto her pale forearm.

Screw the plan. Take her. Do what you want to. What you need to.

No! You can’t, because it’s wrong. End of discussion. Be better.

There is no ‘wrong’, only what’s necessary. Anything is necessary for Echoes. Show Eris what’s necessary. Show her what we have to do. Show her.

Pravala shut her eyes and leaned her head back in the chair, but she could gaze lustfully into the browns and blues staring back at her. At the adorable Lieutenant-Major squirming between her legs, and the thick ropes of cum firing up out of her cock as Pravala came all over the large hand stroking her.

Her body twitched with movements that weren’t hers, but it still felt natural as pulse after pulse of seed spilled up and out of the tip of her cock, over her fingers that continued to stroke up and down, all while her own tentative mouth suckled and slurped on her cock slowly building to a different climax. The wetness dripping down her shaft splitting her open made a quiet squelching noise in six different volumes, accompanied by a low moan that eeked past a pair of lips she wasn’t certain the source of.

“Fuck- fuck! Nngh, that’s big…” Pravala bit her lip and looked over at Eris while brushing a few strands of curly blonde hair from her eyes. “Why don’t we all scooch a little bit closer?”

Eris pulled her mouth up and off Pravala’s cock, turning to look back at her with wide eyes and a voice that was almost a squeak. “Uhh… why?”

Pravala groaned with a choke in her throat as she eased downwards another two inches, stuffing her tight wetness with more dark cock. That groan levelled out into a purr.

“Because, Cutiepie, if I don’t have something to keep my mouth full when I bottom out on this thing, I’m gonna start getting loud.”

”Amoss…” Pravala mumbled into her shoulder, making her giggle then turn her face back around.

“Oh come on, don’t tell me you’re about to bust already. Actually, it doesn’t matter. I’m gonna make sure to have my fun with this before we’re- wait, did you already cum?”

Pravala’s gaze turned towards the woman sitting in the tall girl’s lap, who in turn had Pravala’s eyes flicking between the blonde with a goofy smile and her own slimy, cum-covered cock that Pravala was gently stroking. She scowled through panting breaths and a wince in her injured chest.

“Unlike you two, I haven’t had sex in weeks. I was pent up.”

Pravala’s eyes turned towards movement as Eris trepidatiously rose to her knees and started shuffling forward to close the gap while one hand continued to hold her cock- just like the blonde had done. However, Pravala giggled.

“Pent up, huh? You know, it certainly sounds like you and your wife are really friendly. I think I’m starting to understand why you miss her so much…”

“Oh, just shut up,” Pravala spat through gritted teeth and a burning face. Meanwhile, she looked close-up into the bright green eyes of the redhead staring directly at her with a face so flushed it may as well have been painted. Eris fumbled her words for a moment.

“Slow, please. Err… wess… wess-neen? Wessneen?”

Pravala shook her head with a small smile. “Wezz,” she enunciated slowly. “Wezz-nihn. Quesnin.”

Both of her hands slid down Eris’s smooth body all the way until she was cupping the perky little butt and gently squeezing. Eris was so soft, but that wasn’t even anything particularly special. Sex was quite commonplace as a pass-time in here. In fact, it was more uncommon for a fifteen-minute period to go by without Pravala getting a sexy show. Skin rubbing against skin, soft flesh being squeezed under fingers, holes being explored, and any manner of fluids being exchanged. Eris was no different than the rest.

But Eris was only different.

She was an Echo.

She was the same.

She would know… so much more than anyone else. Know the struggles. Know the rewards. Know the pain and the beauty, and know what it means to carry everything on her shoulders. A kindred spirit. Someone who could finally understand, once Eris stopped pretending that only being good was enough to solve problems.

Now, held in Pravala’s arms, hovering just over her cock, Eris was everything. She was the way out of this prison. She was the way for Pravala to finally get her return. She had given up everything for the greater good and never got the chance to make sure it was worth her sacrifice. Eris could do that. Eris was going to let Pravala have that chance. Pravala just needed to teach Eris that lesser evils were needed. Tough choices needed to be made, and that no matter what they did, it was never for nothing.

A loud, gasping groan eeked out from Pravala’s throat as her thick, heavy slab of a dick that had been resting two-thirds of the way inside slid to the base, letting Pravala’s drenched pussy lips rest snugly on her dark pelvis. Every inch of her was gripped so tightly by rippling walls, and she was so incredibly full that she felt like she was going to burst. It hurt in the best way possible, and she watched as she brought her own large hand, covered in her own cum, up to her own mouth and gently suck it clean over her own shoulder while she watched Bimaja’s tongue slurp the liquid. Meanwhile, she stared at Eris, the crook of the redhead’s pussy kissing the tip of her cock until the pressure downwards began to apply. Eris’s folds started to part, enveloping her tip with warmth. Pravala let out a low, moaning whine.

Only when all of her gazes turned over to a dark metal chair just off to the side did Pravala realize that it had not been Bimaja, Peilo, Zoime, Leyla, or Bailey that moaned just then- it had been her actual self. She watched her own eyes blink open, and the darkness of her own perspective tilted down to stare at a naked redhead who had paused in her descent; green eyes focused with an eyebrow raised in confusion.

“Pravala?” Eris asked.

Everything has a return.

Pravala grit her teeth, rubbed her thighs together, then let her focus in five other perspectives sharpen further. Invisible strings were pulled. A shiver ran down six different spines, and warmth surged into five different right wrists. Multiple pairs of eyes could see green light starting to glow from black, thorny tattoos, before all those same eyes turned in tandem to the Artificer whose own began to quickly widen.

Then, five bodies began to move.