Curses 6 Kiran

Dalton sidled up behind Leam as he was working on some peculiar mixture. Dalton knew Leam's job had to do with herbs and other ingredients, but he had no real idea how any of it worked. Looking at the type of home Leam lived in with Dinae, and knowing what Dinae made for a living from experience, Dalton guessed that it was fairly profitable. Dalton for one the first times came up a bit too close from behind and looked over Leam's shoulder.

"What're you working on, there?"

Leam looked back, noticed the closeness, then returned his gaze to his work. "You're awfully close. Dinae isn't here."

Dalton clicked his tongue in annoyance. He placed a hand on Leam's shoulder. "Does Dinae have to be here for the two of us to be alone?"

"Oh?" Leam smiled, grinding with the mortar and pestle idly as they spoke. He had a funny thought. Blushing, Leam asked rather forwardly, since he was still under the effects of that impulsiveness curse all those years later. It served him in almost every respect.

"Do you want to be closer to me when Dinae isn't around, Dal?" Leam leaned back subtly into Dalton's chest. The man gulped. He did not move.

"I mean... We could. I don't think it's a bad thing, right?" Leam turned his head and leaned closer. Dalton closed his eyes and leaned in instinctively as well. He was nervous, but also a bit intrigued. Instead of feeling a kiss, Dalton heard a light chuckle.

"Hey!" He opened his eyes.

"Why're you teasing me so badly?"

"I'm not. It's just that I'm working. When I'm done we can pick up where we left off." Leam offered calmly.

"O-oh. Okay." Dalton grumbled.

Leam added, in response to the first question. "I'm making a simple disinfectant for cuts and wounds. Magic isn't the only thing that can cause big problems for normal guys like us."

Dalton nodded slowly, watching intently for a few moments before asking out of curiosity. "There's something I've always wondered about."

"What's that?"

"Paul and Hannah... What was the 'incident' you guys refer to sometimes?"

Leam frowned. "Magic accident."

"Well yeah! Obviously. Everyone knows that part of it, but what actually happened? What went wrong?"

Leam looked up in thought. "If I had to put a finger on it... I think that Hannah forgot what stage she was at, and also didn't consider fully who Paul was. Then again, none of us did. But, to put it simply she got in over her head. Hannah was a student and Paul was... Well, you know now. Everyone does. For magic to be placed on someone like Paul, they wouldn't use a student, now, would they? If someone like Hannah could interfere easily with magic like that... What would even be the point?"

Months earlier. Things were still happening slowly. Hannah was intent on removing the layers of curses troubling Paul. She decided that since it was her major, she could decipher them and unwind them through careful study. She would be cautious and sure not to miss anything. The difficulty was, Paul's Libido making it hard for her to work. There were not many nights where he could prevent himself from slipping in behind her and pushing her over all the papers she was pouring over to fuck her.

"P-paul. If I'm gonna be doing this I actually need to..." She moaned as he entered her and gave in to the feeling for the most part. Her eyes rolled up. Her breasts cushioned her chest from the top of the desk.

"Work..."

"Sorry Hannah. I know it's hindering you, but I can't stand it! Just a little bit every day shouldn't be too distracting, right?" He grunted. His naked body was dripping with sweat. He was toned and tall and handsome.

"Saying that-'' Hannah panted.

"Means you have-" She lifted her rear.

"No idea how good at this you are." She turned her head, eying him.

"Or how tempting you look all the time. Your body..." She salivated.

"Your body is just so perfect. Looking at it makes me want it. All it takes is a glance and I can't even think about anything else. Living in the same house is such a bad idea." She mewled.

"It's the same for me!" Paul gasped, holding her hips.

"Hannah, if you ask me, your body is more perfect than mine. Your face, your cute lips, your smooth hair-" He came at the thought of it all together in his mind, even though she was right in front of him, bent over.

"Nng- It's impossible for me, too." He hesitated.

"B-but I can't live apart from you either!" He bent down, taking her hand with his while using his other to hug her from behind. She kissed him over her shoulder lewdly, entwining her tongue with his. He absentmindedly added.

"I want to become one with you, Hannah."

She added in the same state, as if compelled. "I want to become one with you, Paul." She stopped, eyes widening.

"No no... Oh no. Paul, I need some time! Please!" She complained. Since he had already cum, Paul agreed to pull out and retreat for the moment. Instead he stepped back and plopped down on the bed with his hands clasped tightly in front of him. He stared at her intently as she sat back down without even cleaning up.

"Something's wrong..." She muttered.

"It's been too easy so far. Why didn't I think of this?"

"What is it, Han?" Paul asked nervously, tapping his foot awkwardly on the floor as he waited and watched.

"Hannah?" He stood up.

She was silent until she turned to an unfamiliar page of her book. "Aahhh..." she held her head in her hands as she whimpered.

"What?" Paul looked down, eyes widening. He could not make out the words since the notation was so arcane, but there was an illustration. A mass of flesh. What looked like two bodies that had been mashed together, combined and then pushed into a lump as if they were both clay.

"W-what the hell is that?"

Hannah looked down anxiously, hands shaking in her lap. "You know... It struck me when we both said the same thing. Some curses have triggers which either re-apply, or apply new effects and one of those can be triggered by removal. I didn't consider it because it's high-level magic. I... Assumed wrongly that I could be the one to help you."

He rested a hand on her back. "You still can. I believe in you."

Hannah looked up at him. "But it's just a feeling now. I assume the curse has levels. It's a self-destruction clause for you and anyone that's trying to work with you. It makes so much sense now that I think about it. But it's too late. Paul, if we try to keep going we might become like this." She points to the image.

He massaged her shoulders affectionately. "What is it?"

"It joins our Cores. Unifies our experiences, but also our bodies. That's just one bad part of it. I don't think we will live like that. Even if we do live by finding a way around that, both of us will essentially join and become a new person with both our experiences and thoughts sharing one mind."

Paul grabbed her hand tightly and closed his eyes while kneeling down. "Would that be so bad?"

"Paul..."

"Put it to me this way. Is there any other way?"

She stammered. "Th-this is too big now. This can't be someone playing a trick on you. I had a sneaking feeling Paul, but I think you're important. Very, very important. If we try to get help I don't think we'll get it. I think it'll be bad for you, especially while you're still cursed."

"Hannah." Paul smiled, closing both hands around hers. He kissed the hand gently.

"Is there any other way?"

"No." She admitted.

"Because of me. Because I messed up and because-"

Paul turned her to look at him. "There's no one in the world I wouldn't mind being 'messed up' by more than you, Han. Even if we went back and I had to choose between getting messed up by you or staying the way I was, I'd still choose you. I want you to try and I don't even mind if you fail but." He frowned.

"One thing that troubles me is that you're also gonna get hurt by this, Han. That does scare me."

Hannah began to tear up. She hugged him. "Paul, I- I would choose the same thing. I'd do things more cleverly, obviously, but if I had to choose between risking myself and having you live forever in such an empty way... I would choose the sacrifice. Because you're my-" He drew back just enough from the embrace to kiss her, stopping her short of completing that confession. They stayed like that for a while.

"Aren't we a pair?" Paul chuckled, looking into Hannah's sad eyes with his own.

"It sounds like we both agree." She said, staring at him seriously.

"Definitely.." He nodded.

"But you're sure there's no way to save yourself if we both do this?"

She shook her head. "None. It's not something that can be avoided, since it already started and I have a feeling if I look, which I plan to, removing this curse on both of us now is going to reactivate anything we've saved you from so far. But... to be honest it's beyond my skill to remove this."

"So then the choice is simple. Live on like this, both of us, or risk it all. Do you have a way?" Hannah nodded solemnly.

"What is it?"

"We ride it." She smiled weakly.

Paul blinked. "W-what? Bat that would mean-"

She hugged him tightly. "It means... We would be joined as one. But, we don't necessarily have to become like that picture. That's specifically the result of two people being forced to combine. That horror doesn't have to befall us, Paul."

He looked at her with recognition in his emerald eyes. "You're saying that... We willingly embrace it?"

Hannah grinned smugly. "It's actually perfect, Paul. I think you'll be a bit more dominant in terms of our personality, but also consider how you'll be with all those curses removed? What we end up as will have my knowledge and even if there's no cure for this yet, we will have so much time to unravel our two souls and bodies that I believe it is only a matter of time." She gulped.

"Do... Do you want to? I do, Paul. I want to help you, no matter the consequences. But it's not just me that'll suffer."

"Hannah, I don't even consider being a part of you, or you a part of me a consequence. I love you and I love the thought of being so 'close' all the time."

She chuckled, wiping her eyes. "A joke, at a time like this?"

"I wasn't joking." He smiled.

"Y-you're serious! Are you saying you actually prefer this outcome?"

He scratched his head awkwardly. "I- I am a bit lewd like this huh? Maybe I'll feel different once you remove the curses."

"We might not find a way."

"We might not." He shrugged.

Hannah breathed deep. "We should go see our friends."

Paul nodded. "We should."

Dalton looked at Leam with wide eyes as he told the story. Leam told only the parts they were able to figure out after the fact. Much of it was told to them. Dalton was extremely curious since Leam reached the point where Hannah, Paul, Leam and Dinae spoke for the last time.

"Seriously? What were they like at that time?"

Leam rolled his eyes. "You think if they looked different we wouldn't have known something was up? First, we were distracted because you, me and Dinae were just getting started, remember?"

"I kind of remember. All this was going on with the backdrop of the three of us starting our relationship."

"Mhmm. So, we basically met them. We all had dinner. We had a good time. They were too smart..." Leam said sadly.

"How so?"

"Heh. They didn't treat it like a goodbye. It was like any other get-together we ever had. Even though we know now, the moment they left us that night they joined hands, walked back to Hannah's place and..."

"Paul... This is the last chance to back out. I did some reading. There's no precedent for this. However... I've hammered out the theory and it should be possible. The only thing is, if either of us have any doubts about what is going to happen to us and how our souls and bodies are going to intertwine... We will turn into that lump."

Paul sat back comfortably. "I'm not worried at all. I want to be with Hannah forever one way or another. This is fine, too."

She punched his shoulder. "Crazy..."

"What about you? I don't want this to hurt you so if you have any doubts."

"I have zero doubts. I decided I wanted this so that you wouldn't get hurt and that's how it's going to be."

Paul leaned forward with a wide smile. "We're both so worried for each-other that we're running headlong into a form of destruction just so the other doesn't have to get punished worse. Isn't that something?"

Hannah's cheeks flushed. She took both his hands in preparation. He took hers. "That's normal, since I'm madly in love with you, Paul."

"And I you." Paul reciprocated, standing. The two leaned the same distance to kiss over the circle that Hannah drew on the floor. They opened their eyes as the spell did its work removing layer after layer of curse from Paul. Slowly things began to come to him one at a time. Recognition of his Species, his parentage, his power. All things that should have innately belonged to him as a Dragonkin. Nothing changed about his resolve however. He smiled contentedly, even as their hands joined and were no longer able to be separated. Even as it stung. He could tell Hannah was in more pain than he was.

"How can I make this easier on you, Han?"

"I-It should start feeling good. Just like our first time." She said.

"Joking at a time like this?" Paul echoed her.

The two smiled brightly at each other and moved closer. Slowly their bodies clung. Her breasts moved into his chest and their arms joined and slowly but surely their two bodies stopped being separate. For some terrifying moments they were a horror. An amalgam of their two bodies being pressed together. A frightful experience for Hannah in particular was everything going dark as their heads moved into one another. As she suggested, it stopped hurting once she no longer had her own body to hurt from. Instead, she felt warmth where their union was becoming more complete. She moaned with her being, even if she had no mouth. Her soul and his soul were joining as they had joined on their first night together. They cocked their head and fell to their knees, cumming from the sensation of two becoming one.

They both blinked, bending over onto the ground. Looking down, a slender, but not too slender hand attached to an androgynous wrist. Smooth blonde hair with bronzeish highlights cascaded down around their exceptionally round and pretty face. Plush lips, but with a firmness that was not completely feminine. Then of course there were the emerald eyes which could not be diluted at all, even with the union. A voice that was somewhere between their two voices spoke out.

"Hannah... Paul... Neither but also both. This feels weird. What even am I?" They began to tear up, covering their face.

"I-I don't feel like either of them, but I also don't feel like I am not one of them. Us. What am I... Is that even a good question? What are we? Both sides feel sad that we can no longer talk or speak comfortably to one-another but also neither of us will ever be apart. This- this is so hard."

They stood up and looked in the mirror. A tall, beautiful body with some tone. Small perky breasts about the size of Hannah's protruded from the chest. Their hips seemed in line with hers as well as her rear and thighs, but wherever muscle and height and projection of strength and majesty were concerned, Paul had them covered. Then there was the tool between their legs with a flaccid pouch.

"It's just-" They blinked and lifted it to reveal a pussy underneath as well. They pushed fingers in as their other hand stroked their member. They panted.

"B-both? This- this feels so good." They threw their head back.

"Wh-what is this feeling?" As they touched themselves in ways no person would usually be able to, they felt an unusual contentment and warmth from it. Typically masturbation was a compromise of those who could not be close. What it felt like instead was a joining of both souls.

"Aah!" They moaned happily.

"I-I understand. I 'love' myself so much. I love every part of me because both sides of me loved the other. There's no dissonance. There's no hesitation. Everything I need or want or want to have is in this body. I- I am so happy." They came from both their pussy and their cock with a satisfied mewling. They sat down, shutting their eyes to think in the afterglow of their amazing orgasm.

"I am not Paul. I am not Hannah. I... Am both. But then what should I call myself? I want to save these sides of me, just as they both intended. Maybe then I'll-" They smiled, shaking their head.

"I won't cease to be, I'll become them again. That is what it should be." They thought comfortably.

"Since I am not either of them, but both of them, I might as well consider myself like a child of their efforts. I'll return the effort to my parents, I promise." They searched deeply the memories of both Hannah and Paul. they were theirs, but also different from theirs.

"The name we would give a child if we had one. It was actually the same name." They smiled happily.

"Kiran. I will be Kiran until my 'parents' are free."

They stood up and walked towards the window to Hannah's room. They starred in the direction of the capital of the Northern Kingdom.

"There is so much to do."