I empty my glass and decide against refilling it. I really should not waste expensive spirits if I'm not enjoying them properly. My notes lie on the wooden desk, scattered. I take a last look at them before standing up.
"Lily"
"This cunt is listening, Master."
"How is Ivy? Is she sleeping well?" The young mage must be exhausted, and pets always need some time to adjust to a new home.
"Yes, Master, I'm making sure of it."
With impeccable deference, Lily's Remnant sends me images from the dreams Ivy is experiencing. Direct access to the soul is a scary thing, something I understand intimately. There is almost no limit to what you can make someone experience, even while awake. During the night though, when the brain and the soul are resting and incorporating new knowledge, that control becomes absolute.
Lily is leveraging that power masterfully to impart some much-needed lessons to my new pet.
"Good. Let's talk about you then". I can feel a wave of dread coursing through the Remnant, tinged with excitement and arousal.
"This cunt does not deserve the attention and is forever grateful."
"As you should. You are only alive because the True Lily sacrificed herself beautifully in the end, but what do you have to show for it?"
"This fuckpet is nothing more than a pathetic soul and hates herself because she could not be more useless than this. To waste Master's precious energy to keep me alive, even if only just a sliver, is a terrible sin."
"At least you are aware of being a burden." I project the Remnant outside of my soul, and give it a corporeal, albeit temporary form, resembling the original Lily. In front of me, the familiar high-class features of the once noble girl start to materialize.
Five-foot-five, with lustrous, jet-black hair reaching down past her shoulder blades, Lily is the picture of the ideal noble heiress. Luscious lips, crystal blue eyes not unlike Ivy's, delicate cheekbones, and a small nose, all work together mysteriously to create an air of beauty and fearsomeness. It doesn't matter if she is dressed in luxurious clothes or slave rags, for she always commands the room's attention with effortless grace.
Her fierce gaze used to intimidate even some of her father's allies, who were all too happy to betray him later on, in exchange for those same eyes looking up at them, and her mouth wrapped around their cocks. After all, five years in Daisy's care and mine had done wonders to turn the hard-as-steel heiress of the Seawrath Family, into a perfectly submissive and broken fuckdoll.
As soon as the body is complete and she can control her limbs, Lily prostrates herself at my feet. Her long hair covering tears of joy, as her forehead presses against the wooden floor. For a few seconds, only the crackling of the fireplace and her sobbing can be heard, while I wait for my former pet to compose herself. Being a disembodied Remnant is an extremely claustrophobic experience, and being given a body so suddenly brings with it an enormous amount of overstimulation and euphoria.
"This pathetic slut is not worthy of such a wonderful gift. I beg of Master to abuse me until he breaks and reclaims what is rightfully his."
"You should thank Ivy, not me. I wouldn't settle for you if we didn't have to lay low while we teach her the basics. Your father is still looking for us after all, so get to work and make sure Ivy doesn't wake up."
"Yes, yes! Please bless this worthless whore's mouth!"
I let her delicate hands take care of unfastening my trousers after sitting in the comfortable armchair near the fireplace. The Remnant of my enemy's daughter takes my cock in her mouth with reverence and starts eagerly sucking on it. Her right hand starts slowly playing with her clit and labia, so that she may get as close as possible to climax. I don't bother reminding her that she does not have permission to come. It has been years since the last time I allowed her to. I lay back and allow myself to relax, listening to the crackling fire and the wet sounds coming from Lily's mouth.
I bet Seymour would kill himself if he saw me play with his daughter's Remnant like this. I don't even particularly hate the man, but he's been so perseverant in hunting me down that I had to teach him a lesson. He's also insufferably hard to kill, which limited my options somewhat.
Enough of that though, now it's time to unwind after a long day. My lips curl into a slight smile, as I feel the pleasure in my loins building up, slowly but steadily. Lily might be just a shadow of her former self, but she still knows how to take care of her Master properly.
During the next twenty minutes, I let the tension slowly drain from my body, as I enjoy Lily's feverish devotion. I can feel the warning signs of my climax: slightly shortened breath, faster-beating heart, but I decide to restrain myself and indulge in the moment for a while longer.
As my teacher used to say, you can peek into the depths of sorcery for decades, but sometimes it's the simple things that make life worth living.
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Lily still could not believe how lucky she was.
Born to the Seawrath Family, daughter to Seymour Seawrath: the King's right hand, and Amelia Lumen, the King's younger sister, she had never lacked a single thing. Pampered and catered to, for as long as she could remember, she had grown up quite bratty, even if not as bad as most aristocratic ladies.
Back when she still went by her old name - a noble one, unfit for a worthless cunt like her - she had always felt a sense of superiority compared to the other girls she knew. Blessed with exceptionally good looks, according to all the sycophants, she had every man and woman in court at her beck and call. No one could compete with her in terms of beauty, not even the Royal Princess, who was miffed by the number of marriage proposals coming Lily's way.
She had also been very talented at magic, and that was what had truly cemented her status. Her father: one of the strongest Sorcerers of the continent, had trained her personally to ensure she didn't waste her potential. She had grown so strong over the years, that at the tender age of twenty years old, very few people she knew could match her in magical combat.
Yes, she had been a warrior, proud and true to her family's name. She used to have a life that people would have killed for, and it was taken all away from her in the span of one, terrifying night.
For that, she was eternally grateful.
Her Master, whose cock she was now dutifully worshiping, was relaxing in his armchair after summoning her in a replica of her old body. She was determined to give him the best blowjob she possibly could, edging herself desperately in the process, forever denied.
She remembered the last time she had been allowed to come, vividly. The very night she had offered her mind and soul to Master, beyond even the scope of the binding ritual he had subjected her to. Pleased with her subservience, Master had rewarded her
with a taste of Soul Heaven: the absolute pinnacle of pleasure and euphoria, only he could inflict upon someone.
Lily had felt an explosion of pleasure so strong, so overwhelming, that she had been left convulsing and gasping for air for minutes, incapable of rational thought. It was beyond sex, beyond drugs, beyond anything the body could feel. Master had achieved unattainable heights in Soul Magic, the first magic to be banned by the Gods millennia ago. For that reason, he was being hunted like a criminal in many different domains, her father's included.
To think stealing Heaven from the Gods to gift it to worthless sluts like her was considered a crime. Lunatics, the bunch of them, particularly her father, whose hatred for her Master was such, that he didn't even mind killing his daughter to get to him.
Just thinking about her last orgasm threatened to drive her over the edge, and Master had purposefully made this body ridiculously sensitive so that she would have to suffer to avoid cumming without his permission. She forced back her tears and kept dutifully sucking Master's shaft, violently slapping her clit to ruin her pleasure. She could not defy her Master, not after he had shown her the true nature of the world, and her place in it.
After kidnapping her, Master had tortured her for days, corrupting her thoughts, her dreams, her body. With her Mistress' help, he had broken her façade completely, stripping her of all pretense.
She had seen herself, the real her, for the first time that night. Under all the beauty, the talent, the pedigree, there was a weak, disgusting, pathetic, loathsome slut, and she hated her with every single fiber of her being.
It had taken him only two weeks to destroy a lifetime of lies. The world was not a fair place, she learned. Power was the only thing that mattered in the end, and she was weak, so weak that it disgusted her. Even her father, who was the strongest Sorcerer she knew before meeting Master, could not stand up to him; resorting instead to greater numbers to hunt him down with no success, despite having tried for over thirty years.
And so, after being trained, she thought herself resigned to her new life. There was no way she could escape this man, so she would try her best to appease him, hoping this would at least improve the way he treated her.
But that was just the beginning. After her basic training, Master had taken her on a trip. He wanted to show her the secrets that, according to him, the Kings and Queens of the world were hiding from her and everyone else.
He had taken her in the dungeons of the Great Temple of Lyra: the Goddess of Mercy, where depraved Cardinals enjoyed breaking the Holy Priestesses in ways that would make the filthiest street whore shiver. He had left her there for a day, in exchange for an incredible amount of gold, so that Master's friend could teach her what it truly meant to believe in gods.
That was when she had begun to understand. Master's friend was someone she knew as the sweet and humble Brother Keith, one of her father's closest advisors. The same Cardinal who had blessed her in front of her father numerous times, had spent twenty-four hours beating, abusing, and healing her, just so he could start all over again. She had been branded with fire, tattooed with obscene drawings all over her body, and warped by magic to be aroused by her own pain and humiliation.
