Chapter 112: Catching Up To Death

[Mary's Apartment]

Suckle...Slurp...!

Mary bites her lips. "Mmgh...Ngh...E-easy, love. Mummy can't focus on this boring book if you lick like that."

Even so, Daniel can't stop his momentum, breathing hard as he takes in as much of his girlfriend's flesh. He's already lost track of time, buried in his counterpart, her sweet, warm milk lacing his tongue. With each swallow, his head grows fuzzier.

"Mary... Mum," he interchanges between breaths and kisses to her nipples.

The ebony artist's eyes soften. "Oh, love."

The warmth in her British tone only spurs him along. Despite the rising arousal in the female artist, it's impressive enough that she's maintained her hold on Victor's book this long.

To say she was effectively reading is another matter.

Down the couch, Viviane studies the Book of Isis they got from Marlin's suitcase. While going through the series of symbols and letters that hold magical importance of flaming proportions, she holds her son's bottom half on top of her lap. Previously, she rubbed him off, but after the first ejaculation, she has since stripped and shifted over to envelop his groin into her gooey abdomen so that he doesn't make a mess of the books. The added benefit is that she can hug his wiggling butt closer to her as he thrusts into her mass.

Splack...splack!

Her body ripples with each thrust, but she remains collected, eyes scanning across pages. Although frustrated as none of the pages has brought any revelation, she gains some mental satisfaction to hear her child enjoying himself.

Thus, enveloped on both ends in an environment of contemplation and reading, Daniel dances to his mothers' casual grip on him.

"Ngh!"

With one last thrust, he cums again, ejecting into the elder slime's cool gelatinous mass. Perking, Viviane tightens her hold, pressing his crotch deeper into her.

She glances away from the book for a moment to smile. "That's it, my child; let it all out into me."

"Mo...ther..." He croaks within the dark valleys of his girlfriend.

Eventually, Daniel goes limp, unlatching from Mary's breast to breathe. In turn, she relaxes her hold to give him more room. Her brown eyes twinkle at the spill of milk on the corner of his lips. Lifting her hand from his side, she doesn't miss the opportunity to thread to his cheek, swiping away the cute mess.

Daniel barely registers, only closing his eyes while his heart calms down. "Haa... Fuck, I'm going to die."

"No, you're not," Mary counters plainly, her freed nipple dribbling a little before him. She slides the book out of her holding hand onto the sofa's armrest to properly support her boyfriend's head before rubbing his chest with the other. "Stop acting like an old man, love. You've cummed, like, five times, I think? Do you realize how incredibly lucky you are?"

Said lucky guy reopens his eyes to Mary before snorting. "Yes, Mum."

Narrowing her eyes, Mary can't tell if he's being genuine or mocking. Regardless, she tilts her chin and clears her throat.

"Well, anyway, I've read enough of this book. Honestly, I'm not sure if I see the point. With all that is happening, it sounds like you're going to eventually have to talk to Rose anyway. Won't it be better to get the important bits out of her instead?"

"Maybe. If it helps, she mentioned liking his talk about Druids."

"Druids?" Before Mary might question, she shakes her head. "I'm nowhere near that part, but even then, it would probably be best to hear from her side, given how she's connected to all of this."

Daniel sighs. "You're not wrong. I wanted to avoid it, but there's too much to her. Apparently, Rachel told me that Rose had a disagreement with Lecia about the book she dug up. She's the only one that departed from the group."

Viviane switches away from her book for a moment, raising her brows. "Why?"

"Rachel wasn't there when it happened, so she couldn't tell me. Depending on how things go, I might bring her up to Mike tomorrow if he knows more, but... I guess we'll see."

"That's telling though," Mary adds, humming. "Considering she's someone you've said studied under Victor and was around Layna, she must know something."

"It seems that way. The problem is, she's not keen on getting wrapped up again with Lecia or what's happening, but with the attack, I'm not sure how she can avoid it or any of us, for that matter."

Thinning her lips for a moment, Viviane rubs his thigh and places the book on the coffee table in front of them. "Child, while we should take it seriously, let's not drain ourselves with possibilities. Right now, it's more important that you get some rest."

Daniel breathes out slowly. "Will I get any rest once we go into your realm?"

"To be fair, I haven't felt like I was awake all night when we enter these dream worlds," Mary notes.

"True," Daniel admits, twisting his lips. Pivoting, he glances over to Viviane down the length of him.

"What about you? Anything enlightening from the book?"

The elder slime shakes her head sadly. "Nothing so far. It's quite annoying when these symbols speak to me somehow."

Mary gasps. "That doesn't sound like nothing. I want to hear the voices too!"

Viviane drops her head. "You know well what I mean."

While Mary titters, Viviane removes Daniel's cock inside of her, escaping out nice and clean. With it, he uses the chance to push off the two and readjust himself on the couch.

"That reminds me," Daniel begins. "When Mom and I merged and woke up after encountering Merlin, our thoughts ended up remaining separate, even though neither of us had full control over the fusion."

"What?!"

Shouting in sync, both girls snap closer to him, their eyes wide. Mary is the first to grab his shoulders. "Why haven't you mentioned this until now? That means when your mother was talking to Danne this morning, you two were conversing behind the scenes?"

Daniel blinks a few times. "Y-yes? Sorry, it was just a detail that I figured could wait. I don't know if it was because of the wine from our...ahem, excursion. Maybe Merlin did something within the Stonehenge memory we were at."

Viviane's brows knit. "Regardless, I'm due to see what you and Anne experienced over there. Not only could that help me remember more of the past, but I wouldn't mind merging with you again if it means we're not simply lost as one."

Daniel slumps, groaning. "Mom was also eager to merge because of that, but let's not get too excited about it. It could've been just a one-time thing."

None of that discourages Viviane as she leans forward. "There's only one way to find out. Will you join with Mommy?"

Daniel flushes but steadies himself. "S-sure, but..."

He looks away, rubbing his neck. "To be honest, I... I'd rather not be mentally one for too long. It feels strange for me as the only guy."

Viviane smirks. "Ah, but you don't mind becoming physically one like we've done, right?"

Her son coughs, not saying anything.

"Well, I agree!" Mary huffs. "It's better to have us fellow mothers come together to hold our lovely baby, not become him. Not that I have anything against Vida, but I'd prefer to swing toward you, love."

She pauses, then squints as she considers her slime clone at the studio. "Although, since I do have a slime version of myself, it would be interesting to merge with you. Of course, it wouldn't be me, me, but still..."

"Okay, I think it's time to move on," Daniel hurriedly declares, unwilling to imagine another fusion with his girlfriend.

Standing up, he turns to Viviane. "Ready, Mother?"

Smiling, Viviane hums and rises. "Of course, child. Come here~"

She opens her arms for him, her silver eyes expecting and her body loosening as her goo begins dragging down her human form. What remains solid is her gaze, speaking to Daniel like a mother would to her child.

Daniel gulps, drawing closer. He shivers as soon as her large chest squishes against his own, some parts seeping into him in preparation of their third joining.

Although he just came, his cock decides to harden again.

"Goodness, you naughty child," Viviane coos, glancing down as his meat poking her thighs. "You really can't help it, can you?"

"Apparently, I can't," Daniel answers resignedly, sliding his hands down her hips as she does to him.

"Hehe, it's okay. Mommy will take care of it as I have. Let me just... There!"

Shplack!

Daniel inhales sharply, having little time to prepare as his slime mother mashes her hips forward. In a swoop, she splatters across his crotch and legs, starting her engulfment from bottom-up. Yet, beyond the initial force, her slithering goo blankets his cock with care, gently massaging him in.

"M-mother...Oh, fuck..."

Viviane hushes him, drawing him closer with a kiss. As she seals him, he moans into her collapsing mouth cavity before her face melts across his. Behind, he feels her sticky hands thin across his back, starting the job as his new skin. With so much building upon him, Daniel closes his eyes and tries to relax. Soon, they become less defined as she spills into his very being, sending shivers and tingles all around him.

He feels her...and she feels him.

"Mmm...Moooah..."

Thus, the slime mother and son groan in sync, hugging each other, never wanting it to end. They twitch as they mold to their previously agreed appearance as Vida.

Mary watches intensely, her heart squeezed with some jealousy but mostly arousal. She shuffles her legs with the slightest leak.

'Dear god, I'm really done if I enjoy watching this,' Mary thinks, swallowing. Knowing how it feels to share one of the slime mothers, to share the emotions and love, it's simply addicting.

However, the biggest part of the joining completely is the merging of consciousness and memories. As Viviane finishes layering over her son, she saves that for last, wondering how she'll fare to the eye-opening experiences Daniel gathered today.

Most of all, his and Anne's discovery of the memory between Merlin and Nimue. To that end, Viviane jiggles comfortably around her child and dives in.

Shlick!

Their body solidifies slowly as the memories flow with no specific order...

"As a remnant of Isis, the last thing we need is for the current you to be worshiped."

"It's interesting that you mention stars, though, because they're part of history too! For example, ancient Egyptians believed that their pharaohs became stars after death. It's fascinating how they try to immortalize their rulers."

"When he was fine enough to go back to the guest room, I gave him a wooden spoon and told him that if he ever was woken up by thunder, he should hold up the spoon tightly so that he might accumulate enough power to become a wizard!"

"Let's drop the pretense, Daniel. Even if you say you're not involved with the 'accident', Lecia believed you to know more than you led on. You should've already known from Rachel that your mother's grave was scanned by Sights Open and found empty."

"You're...actually Amy...right, Anne?"

"Bullshit?! A form of my mother comes back to me, and I'm supposed to risk revealing her? I will damn lie to anybody about this!"

"Is that why you advise Uther Pendragon? That pathetic king is far from right."

"I don't know when or why yet, but the lady you saw — that I respect and love — will eventually undergo a change due to the greed of others. I can't tell her any of this in fear she'll bring about the change that will flood humanity earlier — connecting us all together in a sea of flames."

"I had to protect her."

...

"I couldn't protect him."

"I couldn't protect him."

"I couldn't protect him."

"I couldn't protect him."

"I couldn't—"

"Viviane..."

A call from darkness cuts through the whirlpool of memories before she breathed her last.

And began anew.

The elder slime opens her eyes to wooden logs lining the ceiling of some sort of... cabin. A howling wind brushes the boards causing the shelter to cry out in creaks.

She seems to be in a bed, but who called to her from this memory?

With a grunt, she tries to turn her head, but remains frozen without peep spilling from her lips. Her locked state seems similar to when she experienced her rescue as a baby by Nimue; however, unlike that memory, she remains herself rather than viewing as part of a union.

'That voice...sounded like Nimue?' she thinks, letting the memory play out.

A step against the wood floors finally pulls her attention, and soon, her head turns on its own to find her guess correct. There, the first lady of the lake and her blue eyes shine mournfully while drawing a sad smile. Strands of her dark hair flow around her simple white gown as she leans forward, placing a hand to her cheek.

"Are you okay, child?"

Viviane feels herself furrow before her lips open outside of her control. "M-mother? Where am I? Something is... wrong."

Considering she can talk, she's not a baby at least.

However, her disassociated voice sounds a little younger and... welsh? For the times, it makes sense; however, she doesn't understand how she came to lose such an accent. That's hardly the biggest problem, though. Without carrying a single heartbeat or the cool touch of her guardian, Viviane can immediately tell she's lost something much bigger at this moment.

The lady of the lake leans forward, sliding her hand away. She hesitates for a while before shutting her eyes.

"You died."