[Spirit of Lust 2] Chapters 708 & 709. (Patreon)

Chapter 708: Magical progress.

I blinked and found myself in another place altogether. I was no longer in my bedroom, sleeping with all the girls. I was suddenly outside, in the backyard of the house during day time. I was only confused until my eyes landed on the shadowy figure sunbathing on a white towel on the grass, hands behind her head and all.

“I know this is a dream-world, but it bothers me that you’re using a white towel. It’ll get dirty,” I said as I got close.

“It’s for demonstration purposes,” Frey said, sitting up and looking around. “I was going to make a replica of your new bedroom, but I don’t have a good feel for the new place, either, so it turned out all weird. All the rooms are like that, actually, but we’ve seen the backyard a lot, so we’ll use it for now.”

“Speaking of, what do you think?” I asked her, sitting next to her on the grass. It felt fresh yet dry, perfect to sit on, unlike the real grass in the backyard that was fresh and humid

“I think that having free reign for sex around the house is a wonderful idea,” Frey said. “I can’t wait to see what you all get up to. Remember, the kinkier the better.”

I sighed. “I should’ve known that’s where your mind would go first, but I was talking about the house itself.”

“Ah. Well, I don’t really have much of an opinion, since, you know, your mind is my house. That said, I told you that your state of mind and your own feeling about your surroundings affect how I feel here. Since you’re feeling uncomfortable living in a new place it’s getting to me too. So hurry up and make this place a home already.”

“It’s been literally a day.”

“Correct. Hurry up. It’s like I’m living in liminal spaces right now and it creeps me out.”

“You’re the supernatural thing most people are scared of in liminal spaces. What would you be afraid of?”

“I’m a spirit, Oliver. That just means I’m a living being that has lost its physical body. Ghosts are another thing, and they’re real. The spirits of actually dead people.”

I shivered. I didn’t want to know what ghosts were real. “And… What’s the difference?”

Frey frowned at me and crossed her shadowy arms. “What’s the difference between you and a corpse?”

“Um… That I’m alive?”

“Exactly. A ghost might seem similar to a spirit, but it has no conscience or will. The only thing that makes it move are memories and regrets. They can also hurt people if said memories and regrets are painful enough. It’s not out of malice perse… but more like a strong wind that happens to knock down stuff inside your house, or a big wave that pushes you around, or an uncontrolled fire that burns you alive.”

“I didn’t expect to get a lesson on ghosts today…”

“You asked.”

I suppose I did.

“Anyway, did you have something you want to talk about?” I asked her.

“Oh? You were just complaining that I haven’t popped up in a while and now I need a reason to show up?”

“No, but you have something to tell me, don’t you.”

“Yes. Now listen.” Frey sat up straight, shoulders wiggling in excitement. “I want you to move to another stage of your magic training.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Another stage? You mean this stuff with mixing magic into drinks is stage one?”

“Kind of. Let’s think about that as practice to have you bring out magical energy at will. You’ve become aware of it and can now use it when you want. Problem is that you have no control, and training on drinks is not very effective because you’re practically going in blind. You don’t see the effects, or lack of effect, that your output is having until the end result, so you have no way to adjust on the spot. We need something that you can see, something that lets you know if you’re doing it right or wrong at a glance.”

“And… do you have an idea or am I here to brainstorm?”

“Please, Oliver, who do you think I am? Of course I have an idea already.”

Yeah, let’s just forget the many times she’s brought me to talk because she hit a dead end.

“So what’s the idea?”

“As always, it’s sex related, but it’s something you and the girls will love. In fact, you were just talking about it earlier.”

I blinked. “You mean… cleanup?”

“Correct!” Frey snapped her fingers. “I’m a broken record at this point, but I’ll keep saying it. My magical energy, our magical energy, is attuned to sexual stuff. While we can do other, unrelated things, everything that relates to sex will just come easier. We’re built for this, Oliver. Meaning…”

Oh, boy. Now I’m a little disappointed. I was getting my hopes up.

“What?” she asked me flatly.

“You’re gonna say that this’ll work mainly to clean up sex stains like cum and vaginal fluids, right?”

“Well… Yeah. Is that a problem?”

“No, of course not. Just… I was hoping it’d work to clean up other stuff. We were just talking about how much of a drag it’s gonna be to keep this house clean.” Frey grunted and flicked me in the forehead. “Ouch.” It actually hurt a bit.

“Don’t be dumb, Oliver. Practice on sex stains first, which should be easier, then move up to cleaning other stuff. Learn control, adapt your spells, and more importantly… let’s do it without runes.”

That caught my attention a lot more. “Oh?”

Frey sighed. “Yeah… Look, I’m proud of our little rune spells. I worked hard, built them from scratch and they do their job. I’m sure we’ll keep using them. But… I still feel like they’re a crutch. They worked to get us quick, immediate results, but as we keep growing… I think they’re holding us back. True, skilled mages can cast spells with a wave of their hand and pure focus. Oliver, we can be so much more than we are now. Can I count on you to help me?”

“...”

A part of me didn’t want to. That part of me who feared walking into the unknown, that part of me who screamed that it was better to stay in our comfort zone. After all, I already had everything I wanted. But that was me. I, Oliver Brooks, had everything I wanted. Frey, the Spirit of Lust, however, still wasn’t where she wanted to be. She pursued magic like I pursued music, but unlike me, she couldn’t do it alone. She needed me to serve as her link to the real world. That was enough of a push to agree. And besides, it was foolish to think things would always stay the same. If I stopped growing in moving forwards in all aspects of my life, it was entirely possible I’d go back to the way things were before.

And that was the one thing I wanted to avoid at all cost.

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Chapter 709: First morning.

As I woke up fairly early that morning with a feeling of peace I can hardly describe, I was reminded of a book we once had to read for school. A simple yet fun and equally heartbreaking story about a kid whose days are filled with huge ups and downs. Whenever he was having a bad time because of his economic situation or his brother being a bully, he would find something to immensely brighten his days, but not too long after that, something equally bad would happen to him. I remember the kid started learning to draw, too, so I felt some sort of connection to the story as a kid who also liked the arts and constantly felt like the world was against me.

I was reminded of that book at that moment because I felt like I was in one of those ‘up’ moments, that I had been for a long time. I woke up in a huge bed, in a huge house, surrounded by six women who made me deliriously happy. It made me believe that I was… climbing too high and that if I were to drop from there, I’d probably die. Needless to say that broke my inner peace, and after cursing mentally, I closed my eyes again and tried to go back to sleep.

I succeeded, and I went back to a tranquil slumber… for all of 10 minutes. There was suddenly a lot more movement on the bed, and my first thought was that someone in the middle needed to get up but had to climb over the others to do it. I was wrong.

Someone, two people, actually, got under the bed sheets and crawled towards me. I felt my morning erecting getting caught in my boxers as two pairs of hands pulled them down. Then, as if to distract me from the giggling between my legs, I was assaulted with kisses from my left and my right, and I knew for sure that I wouldn’t be going back to sleep anymore.

I slept without a shirt on, so Mila and Noelle were happy to take advantage of that and let their hands roam my chest while they kissed my neck and my cheeks. I began to blink my eyes open, but feeling two tongues giving my cock a hard lick woke me up real quick.

I couldn’t see them, but I took a wild guess based on the size and feeling of the breasts pressing against my legs. The one on my right was easy because her boobs felt smaller than the one on the right, and since Mila was currently planting kisses along my jaw, the one under the sheets could only be Sarah. The other one, though, could be either Grace or Alice, since Noelle was happily kissing my cheek and the silhouette under the sheets wasn’t long enough to be Diana. Still, the way that tongue seemed to want to wrap around the girth of my dick… It was Grace.

Locking in my answer, I reached out, lifted the sheets and threw them back, finding both Sarah and Grace licking me up and down as they grinned up at me.

“Heh. Guessed right,” I muttered sleepily.

“Oh, so you can tell us apart from how we suck your dick now?” Mila asked teasingly, nibbling my earlobe.

“It was an… educated guess?” I said.

Noelle chuckled. “I foresee blindfolded sex in your future.”

“Haha, that sounds fun,” Alice said, sitting up with a big stretch at the very edge of the bed, by Mila’s side, before laying back down on her side, holding her head and watching Sarah and Grace giving me a blowjob.

Now more aware of myself and the world around me, I got an arm around Mila and Noelle each, cupping their boobs from below as I pulled the redhead close first to kiss her mouth. She moaned deeply and rolled her tongue around mine while Mila took that chance to kiss the back of my neck.

At the same time, Sarah swallowed my dick whole, taking me to the back of her throat. My hips shook and I had to stop myself from thrusting upwards into her for a full 10 seconds before she let me go with a loud gasp.

I switched from kissing Noelle to making out with Mila, who grabbed my face and kissed me fiercely. I played with hers and Noelle’s nipples like it was second nature, not even realizing I was doing it until I heard Noelle let out a really sexy moan in my ear, like she’d just had a faint orgasm from just that.

Grace took her turn and stroked my wet cock with both hands and twirled her tongue around the head, and little by little her movements were getting faster. Sarah also began to caress my inner thigh before she held and gently caressed my balls. This wasn’t a lazy morning blowjob. These girls wanted to get me off properly. 

If so, then fine, I’d play along.

I let go of Mila’s and Noelle’s boobs, moving them further down until I was fondling their butts. I slipped my hands inside her pajama pants and found their dripping pussies, sliding two fingers inside each of them.

“Hgn!”

“Oh fuck…!”

The two girls began to squirm against me, giggling and laughing. They moved to kiss me at the same time, turning it into a tasty three-way kiss just as Sarah and Grace decided to join their efforts and started running their lips up and down my shaft at the same time.

I let it happen. I didn’t resist it but neither did I force it. Mila’s and Noelle’s hands roamed my body while my fingers rubbed their sweetspots. Sarah’s and Grace’s mouths devoured my dick with wild, passionate hunger. And when I glanced at Alice to see what she was doing, I saw her recording everything on her phone.

I didn’t need to say a word. Mila and Noelle came in my arms, and the girls knew I was close. With a quick, wordless conversation, they decided to let Grace take my load. She wrapped her lips around my head and took it all, staying there as my cock throbbed inside her mouth and more cum spurt from a ridiculously good climax, but didn’t swallow. Instead, she pulled away, turned to Sarah and waited for the blonde to open her mouth. 

Grace let half of it flow from hers to Sarah’s mouth, using their tongues as a bridge. Alice caught it all on video, even zooming in on the cum-sharing.

“Nasty,” she said, grinning from ear to ear.

Sarah and Grace swallowed and looked at the camera with happy, satisfied smiles.

“You’re jealous,” Sarah said.

“Maybe,” Alice admitted.

I let out a big sigh, unable to believe this was actually real. This was only an abnormal morning because it was our first, but… this was our house. It wasn’t a hotel, or someone else’s bedroom we were borrowing for a night. This was ours, and we’d probably have many more mornings like this.

Wild.