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🖤🖤🖤 24 — The Ritual
🕑 Added 2025-06-26 07:05:16 +0000 UTCRennia, much to Ishmere's chagrin, did not penetrate her. Not yet. She was still curious about touching and tinkering with Ishmere's body before she wanted to end the play. Ishmere wanted this. Ishmere started this. She also caused it.
And Rennia was already halfway there.
Rennia's hand curled around and gripped Ishmere's physical cock. The cloudy specter moaned, slow and with a hint of annoyance. Rennia wouldn't let her off easily, not after her encounter. She started stroking, slowly and indulgently. Her thumb would slip halfway under her balls. Both Ishmeres twitched. The more she interacted with the physical one, the more the other reacted as well. Ishmere, half-lidded puffy eyes flicking between Rennia's hand and her physical self, just watching and observing.
She had stared at a wide-eyed, grinning Rennia, tension thick with awkward but sensual heat. Much to Rennia's disappointment, Ishmere's cock didn't grow. All it did was make the astral Ishmere growl beside her as if she was ready to bite Rennia. Rennia did hasten the pace only to see if she could make the twitching penis turn fully erect. A spectral hand gripped Rennia's. "Come on, don't tease me like this." Indeed, Ishmere's physical cock had started throbbing in Rennia's hand, and veiny grip started settling. A tiny bit of precum left her shaft, leaking onto her hands like it had wanted to come out for years.
The spirit's agitation grew deeper, and Rennia knew to stop. The chills she was feeling at the back of her spine were not a pleasant sensation. She let go of her grip.
"Alright, alright. I get it, let's get it over with."
Ishmere made another grunt akin to "hmmf."
Rennia lined herself up, spreading Ishmere's legs further, bringing her hips to an angle. Her own throbbing heat was wet, but the doll-like Ishmere's wasn't. She would fix that. It did seem to swell with touch. She got all the permission she needed. She just needed to enter inside of her. Rennia pressed her cock inside, slowly, half shakily, her breath heavy as Ishmere's pussy wrapped around her.
"Finally," the astral specter exhaled as Rennia had pressed inside.
The hollow vagina of Ishmere felt cold to Rennia, like a pair of cold flesh. Not like Lyanna's was that night, not like how it could be. She guessed she needed to "warm it up."
"Your cunt is so cold," Rennia whispered to her. The absurdity of the situation dawned on her again, momentary lucidity. Not that she was asleep, just that Rennia remembered just a few days ago she was plucking seeds for a guild, and here she was fucking someone she shouldn't be. Caravans, and dragonborns, and spiders, and ghostly succubi.
Rennia pushed even deeper. It slid a little too smooth, like she was fucking a machine, not a person. It yielded to her but didn't react. Every thrust she put out was met with no resistance or reaction from the physical Ishmere, no audible reaction, just the gasp of the half-dissolving ghost.
Astral Ishmere was moving around. Rennia doubted it was enough.
"This is so weird, so weird," she had said to herself at least three times by now, but it didn't stop her from moving.
Rennia angled herself slightly. She closed her eyes, pressed her hands onto Ishmere's breasts, deep slow thrusts. Deep and slow. She needed to get a feel for her cold walls. They were slick but wholly inert. And she was trying to simulate some kind of connection, life.
After the tenth thrust, something shifted. Her heart started racing when half of Ishmere was staring at her, and the other half gripped her arms instinctively. Her cock started to thicken, or no, there was a tightening. Like her pussy walls had come alive. Spectral Ishmere was nowhere to be seen, but physical Ishmere still lay dormant. Warmth bloomed inward and coated her shaft like a furnace. Ishmere started breathing slowly, breath hitched. Not pleasure, but shock, like her nerves were slowly coming alive. Rennia kept rocking her hips forward and backward, clumsily.
She stopped briefly when the doll-like Ishmere moaned softly and Rennia saw her toes curl. A significant surge of mana flowed through and pulsed violently as she fucked her would-be master. Her pussy continued to tighten, like she was caught inside a burning wall.
Rennia gasped and she broke total rhythm. "Why the fuck are you so tight?" She came, crying with a voice that screamed fear far more than pleasure. She felt her body lock up as she unloaded herself into Ishmere. Hot and thick and messy, she filled the immortal's pussy. She felt her balls empty. Ishmere's pussy clamped down, milking the tip of her cock, pulling and extracting her.
And then came nothing.
"Ishmere?" Rennia didn't pull out. She stayed there waiting with bated breath. Ishmere's body didn't respond, no moan, no more touches or twitches. Only her cock twitched once when Rennia had touched her, curious to see if she was receptive to touch. She was still untethered. She had to be.
"Don't stop," a ghost voice echoed around her ears. More coldness, more goosebumps.
"What, that wasn't enough? I don't think I can."
Rennia didn't stop, after all.
She was emptied out, barely keeping herself stable, but her hips moved again, grinding slow and deep into Ishmere. Every thrust like a small plea. To her, at this point it felt like punishment. More cum leaked, but it didn't seem to be enough. Her thrusts became shallower, and her heat was dying.
"You don't need to finish, Rennia. I need to. Work harder," the echoes of the specter told her.
Rennia shivered. She had nothing left to give. She was inexperienced with a penis, but that didn't matter to Ishmere. She took a heavy breath and then resumed, gripping Ishmere's thighs, pulling her closer, and then pushed herself inside again. The walls clenched, a lot warmer than when they started. Ishmere was alive.
"Nnhh—fuck, wake up already!"
Rennia's arms were shaking, and even as her cock softened, her muscles screamed for her to pull out. She pressed Ishmere halfway to the side, putting her leg over hers, then dragged Ishmere closer with a nasty grunt.
The body gasped, twitching as her cock bounced against Rennia's stomach, stuck partially between two bellies, dancing with a wet slap.
Rennia wrapped her arm around her waist, and then gripped Ishmere's cock hard and relentlessly, her fingers wet and messy. "Come on, for god's sake," she growled at the dormant Ishmere. "Just fucking come already."
Ishmere thrashed, and the overbearing presence of her demon looming over disappeared. The Ishmere in front of her started choking and her back arched, her thighs clenching as her body started seizing up. Rennia felt a surge of mana being shared between the two of them, crackling like static, like her soul was tearing into the fuck doll in front of her.
Then Ishmere screamed, high and breaking, a cry which deafened Rennia's ears as she came. She squirted onto Rennia's cock, and then her body convulsed. Rennia slammed her down and pulled out, rolling away. She had enough.
Ishmere's eyes opened, and for the very first time in a long time, she breathed.
A deep, ragged taste of real air, like she had been underwater for a very long time.
She blinked. Her eyes were clear and her limbs were shaking. Of course they were—it was fucking cold.
"Rennia," her first word, and a whisper.
Rennia startled, inching away a bit. "Holy shit." She had just partaken in something that may as well have been a crime back home, or considered borderline blood magic. Ishmere lay in front of her, alive, still glowing faintly, but physical, touchable. No more ectoplasm and ghostly mist.
She rolled toward Rennia, sweaty and chilled.
The living system greeted Rennia once again.
[Sexual discipline (Passive) Level 2] > [Sexual discipline (Passive) Level 3]
+2 Charisma (Imprint)
[New skill aquired]
[Restorative Union level 1 — Through intimate physical union, you can channel stabilizing energy into a willing ally. Minor wounds—such as cuts, bruises, and surface trauma—are gradually healed over the course of sexual contact. The deeper the connection, the stronger the effect.]
What? Whaaaaaaat.
"What? Whaaaaaaat."
Rennia touched the empty air. She could hardly believe it. She really had leveled up—not her class, maybe, but her skills. And not just from erotic teasing, but from sex. Actual sex. Charisma? That was strange enough. Imprint. She didn’t even know what that meant. And Restorative Union? That was weirder. She could heal people—by fucking them. She wasn’t sure if that was a blessing or a curse.
...Did that apply to men, too?
Wait. No. Kill that thought.
Kill that thought.
Although, some had nice asses.
"I don't even know where to put my hands now."
"You can put them wherever. However, as your soon-to-be master, I have one more request."
"Really? Really?" Rennia wasn't surprised at this point, just disappointed. The elation she got from getting stronger, dissipated.
Then a horrid sound made her scramble for her sword. The sound was loud enough to rumble the building. It came from Ishmere's stomach of all things. Rennia let her chest sink. Ishmere made a moronic noise. "Rennia, I'm hungry."
