A couple of notes
A character in this story uses Spivak singular they pronouns. Ey, Eir, and Em are not typos but the convention. I have also tried to include tooltips on the first occurrence of each word specific to this setting which should be denoted with a dotted underline if all goes well. If a keyword is confusing there are matching notes at the end of the story.
Two Days Since Walpurgisnacht...
"Hey, it's been more than an hour!" Kiva banged on the bathroom door with the soft side of her fist. "You going to be in there much longer?"
She waited for a beat, tugging at the helm of the loose terrycloth shorts she wore to bed. There was no response outside of a loud groan. She opened the door a crack to lean into the room and ask again. When she did, it felt like a hot, wet towel had been thrown over her face and shoulders. So much so that she reached up to remove it.
The air was so thick with steam that Kiva could not even see the frosted glass doors of the shower or their frame no more than fifteen feet away. How had running water this hot the whole time not used up all the heat already?
Worried that something else had gone wrong, Kiva called out to Chiara and swore when she got another vague response. Oh, right. Chiara was not the one taking a shower right now, but someone else. In fact, it might
never
be her taking a shower again. Unless a miracle happened, Chiara might as well be...
Kiva clutched the door's edge until her knuckles went white as if that would hold back the burning weight that had settled in her chest since the accident. After more than two years of squabbling and break-ups, she and Chiara had finally found happiness together. A shared path between magi* and prismi** which needed only a handfasting on Beltane, and some paperwork at the courthouse to be set. So the sudden change in circumstance happening on the night before their union made a terrible situation into one Kiva was unsure she could weather.
No, that was giving up too soon. Chiaribella had promised to figure out a way to fix this, Kiva just had to believe in them—er, em. Her magi girlfriend was now what many would consider a lilin, the offspring resulting from the union between scion*** and daemona^, but that would be an underestimation. Although correct in the broad sense, the magical mishap that had fused master and familiar was one they-
ey
-could never hope to replicate. It had altered eir make up in ways ey could barely articulate. Even as a spectra-sensitive, Kiva knew for certain was that Chiaribella was nothing like any lilin she knew.
"Chiaribella? You okay?"
A collection of long, shuddering breaths which happened all at the same time was the only response. It was also the only warning Kiva had before a cacophony of moans erupted from the shower. Like the breaths, the exultations came as a harmony of voices, more like a half dozen women at once instead of just the one in the shower.
Kiva's entire body throbbed as the force of those synchronized cries washed over her. Her sex drive had been at the back of her mind, but the sensations made it hard to think about anything else. Nowhere close to being aroused before this, Kiva was now panting like she had been edging for an hour. Her skin tingled as if she had experienced a hundred kisses at once. Her lips, meanwhile, tasted like Chiara's maple balm all of a sudden. She could feel her former girlfriend's arms around her shoulders. Could feel Ribelle sitting at her feet, the daemona's weight leaning back against her legs.
Kiva's heart skipped a beat. Phantom sensations like these were all early signs of being enthralled by a cubian's^* Trance^**. How was that possible? Chiara's warding amulet was never
not
around her neck and it should have been diminishing the Trance's effect, blunting the uncontrollable desire Ribelle's kind had once used to dominate scions of all kinds. With the Trance reduced to the less predatory Charm^***, the sensations should have been soothing, sensual, and warm. That was not the case right now.
Then again, it had been less than two minutes since she climbed the stairs and the talisman was already burning through her spectra-born shield to singe her tank top. She was willing to bet the metal and ceramic sigil would already be way hotter than it would be after being exposed to Ribelle for an entire day.
Noted. Close proximity to a cubian lilin-witch in the throes of sexual release is on par with standing at ground zero for a mag-bomb detonation. Got it. She had to do something, but what
could
she do? At this point, Chiaribella was a reactor mid-meltdown. Ey was putting off enough sex-infused mana that it was bound to start affecting others nearby.
"Chiaribella!" Kiva yelled, hoping to startle her roommate. "Hey!"
"Oh! Sorry... uh, we'll be done in a... a minute... " The breathless, two-voiced apology was followed by another harmonic, multi-layered moan that made Kiva's knees weak and her face hot. It felt like Chiara and Ribelle were on either side of her now, their lips on her neck, her collarbone, and more as each gasp soaked into her body. The loving pressure moved down her entire body, wrapping her in an overwhelming sense of desire.
Caught up in the pleasure, Kiva did not—could not—resist as her whole body tensed from every inch of her being stimulated at once. Then, without warning, the sensations were gone, and she crumbled like a ragdoll. Her grip on the door was the only thing keeping her on her feet at this point.
There was a thump then. A wet slap which made Kiva jump. A burst of fuschia light scattered the steam. A hand with seven slender fingers and pale purple skin pressed into the glass of the shower. It did not look scionic. Adding to that, a seam spread out across the palm from thumb to heel, and the same light began to bleed out of it to run down the door with the water. There was another quick group of multi-layered moans from within the shower and the newly formed gash opened to reveal an eye with a luminescent fuschia iris in a sea of black.
Before Kiva could even process that development, the eye seemed to roll back in its socket. A burst of fuschia presaged a metaphorical phalanx of moans rising from the shower. Louder and more robust than any of the previous energy waves, the hedonistic chorus crashed over Kiva and shoved her back into the hallway. Her roommate's exoscionic^^ exclamations cut through every layer of her shield and into her psyche in a dozen places. Bursts of pleasure spread from the psychic wounds like an anesthetic.
Phantom lips were against hers now as a hand brushed through her hair down to her ear. The embrace felt so familiar. So very much like the hundreds of times she and Chiara had kissed. Yet there was a forcefulness which was foreign. Was it a challenge for Kiva or just the pressure of a cubian-witch's mana? If it was a challenge, she was willing to accept. As if in reply, something about the kiss changed. Without warning, the Trance's effects intensified.
With her mental defenses already scattered from the last wave, Kiva could not keep Chiaribella out of her mind. The cubian presence in her head ignited her desire and turned it into a blaze. Forced to her knees, Kiva bucked into one hand as the other teased through her top.
At the very edge of her sexual forest fire, she was aware that her fiancee was searching for something to push em over the edge as well. As a result, each time that Kiva and Chiara had ever fucked was channeled, one moment at a time, through Kiva's overtaxed nerves. It happened over and over, the inquisitive and horny lilin-witch replaying night after pleasure-filled night in exacting detail until Kiva was on her back tempest-tossed on a boiling sea of orgasms.
All of that was still not enough for Chiaribella, whose quest for eir climax was becoming desperate. Eir emotional vortex grew more powerful, the pull on Kiva becoming like a riptide beneath the surface of her roiling mind. Overwhelmed by the Trance and unable to think about much else besides helping her lover and fiancée, Kiva's body rose off the floor like a puppet.
Less sturdy than a newborn fawn, she pushed the door aside and stumbled into the room. Holding herself up on the sink, she dropped her soaking wet, loose-fitting pajama shorts. With her other hand on the opposite wall, halfway to the shower, she shucked her oversized tank top. Despite the oppressive heat all around her, the metal bar of the door was cool. She slid it open.
Chiaribella was there, reclining in the shower on an impractical porcelain divan. Eir fit body had been transformed into fecundity and sexuality incarnate. Kiva was struck with the revelation that her fiancée had become the manifestation of Venus' fertility.
Eir hips and breasts were exaggerated to extremes. Her soft tummy and vulva promised comfort and pleasure alike. Eir bush was wild and thick, eir golden-blonde hair contrasting with eir bright brown complexion. In fact, the warmth of eir skin tone had intensified so much that it was as if ey had absorbed some energy directly from the Sun. Eir long golden-blonde hair was up in a complicated crown of curls that made em look radiant and regal. It was not the hairstyle of someone taking a shower.
"Come to me, Kiva," the cubian-witch cooed in eir multi-toned voice.
Hearing her name pushed Kiva to the very edge once more. Her body was quaking like she had been fucking for hours, and yet she felt more alive than ever. Somehow, as their gazes met, Chiaribella's glowing eyes and lush, confident smile conveyed the experiences from centuries' of sexual conquest directly into Kiva's awareness. Sex with scores and legions of partners flooded Kiva's mind. The moment before, she had only known a few partners, but between one breath and the next, her history was altered by Chirabellea's whim.
She had always been Archpriestess for a goddess of hedonism, but the title was just a fancy way of saying she was a slut above all others. Blessed with immortality and endless sex drive, she was a wellspring of infinite lust. Her body was a temple, and each partner's desire was an offering. Whenever she fucked, whether it was one partner or a dozen, their sexual fantasies, their desire, and their satisfaction were channeled through Kiva and into her goddess.
In return, Kiva felt every single sensation with exponential intensity. It was not unusual for her to orgasm five or more times in the time it took her patron to climax. Hells, her mind was fueled by orgasm now. Like most in this day and age drank coffee to face the day, she had to get off at least twice before getting out of bed. As a trade-off, she could remain aware through pleasure that would be mind-numbing to others. Something she needed as her goddess' consort.
"Come, my beloved, and worship us." Yes, she was fortunate to stand before her goddess—no,
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