Vol.4 Ch.44 – Making Love VI
Chapter 44: Making Love VI
The Oath of Crystal Tears was certainly a brilliant piece of spellcraft, one of the most objectively impressive Rachel had ever even heard about. It was a deceptively simple magic circle that nonetheless managed to harness primordial forces of the universe in order to create something far greater than the sum of its parts. The only pieces of magecraft that even came close to its brilliance required massive ritual circles that had to be powered by congregations of worshipers or, more feasibly, concert halls full of cheering fans. And while it was very easy to criticize the particulars of the ritual, its ingenuity could not be understated.
But that did not stop Rachel from considering the design fundamentally flawed.
Even without taking into account people with Abigail's baggage, the requirement of harmonizing one's soul with not one but two celestials made the ritual far more difficult than it needed to be. The two soul slivers also had to be gifted without leaving the circle in the meantime as the clash between angelic and demonic energy wouldn't happen unless both slivers started integrating with the host's essence at the exact same time.
This meant the ritual had a hard requirement of one angel and one demon of like mind being present at the same time. Before the Invasion that had been incredibly rare, though less so now. But even then it meant that, at Base 15 at least, only people who got along with both Jeanne and her could perform the ritual. And with Abigail that was the problem.
Rachel was under no illusion that Abigail had suddenly started getting along with Jeanne, even if the two of them were currently moaning into each other's mouths with their breasts pressed together. But she'd found a way to make that not matter.
While the idea of harmonizing two souls sounded deeply romantic, it wasn't necessarily so. It just meant that two people had to be feeling the exact same thing for each other while being in deep proximity with each other. That didn't necessitate affection. Hell, it didn't even necessitate intimacy, as Rachel was fairly certain that the blessing Jacob had received while wrestling with Metatron had actually been the giving of a soul sliver.
And thus Rachel had realized that she could force the harmonizing onto both Abigail and Jeanne by pressing them against each other to facilitate physical proximity and then forcing them into the state of mind.
Which was a very clinical way of describing that her method of making sure Jeanne could gift a soul sliver to Abigail was to fuck them both equally hard at the same time while pressing the two of them against each other. The fact that both of them had gotten so into it that they were making out while getting plowed was just icing on the cake, really.
Rachel changed her body so routinely that she even sometimes forgot what precisely she was supposed to have between her legs but even so what she had right now was unusual. Three dicks, one atop the other, all buried in the holes in front of her, two inside Jeanne and one inside Abigail. From Abigail's reactions Rachel was fairly sure the girl wouldn't even have protested at also having her butt played with but Rachel genuinely couldn't tell if the girl was into that and she didn't want to scare her off. Besides, right then the girl truly didn't need anything more than that. She was soaking wet, her pussy constricting and quivering around Rachel's massive length, her breath fluttery and her heart rate elevated, all the while moaning into the kiss she shared with Jeanne.
And that was the plan. Rachel couldn't bring them both to bare their hearts to each other. But she could unify them in going absolutely crazy for her. She just hoped Jeanne would get the message soon.
**
Mare had been completely unprepared. She had heard many times that being touched by someone else felt better than touching herself. She had thought so, too, but in truth she had never really believed it.
Who could possibly know her sweet spots better than she did? Who else could know just how to touch her?
She had wanted Aurora to touch her, just as she'd wanted Elaine to touch her, but inside she'd been bracing for disappointment. With Elaine at least, Mare knew she could provide her with something that she couldn't do herself, something big and long and hard and throbbing. But with Aurora? She had fingers of her own. Sure, kissing Aurora had felt amazing and feeling the gorgeous pixie quivering under her touch had been, as well, but letting Aurora touch her had been more about companionship, about being held by someone else while she tried her best to make Mare feel good.
That's what it had been about. But it wasn't.
As it turned out, being touched by someone else wasn't worse than touching herself. It was, in fact, so much better that it didn't even compare.
She was on her back, staring up at the gorgeous pixie as she did her best to turn Mare into putty. Aurora's lips on her throat felt thrilling and a little dangerous and wild. The hickey she gave her had felt so good going on but somehow the way it smarted now felt even better. Lips and tongue and teeth on her nipples were something she'd never even known she liked but for a while there she had thought she could come just from having the little nubs nibbled on.
Aurora's hands trailing along her sides while she placed feathery kisses all over Mare's tummy were a delight she was going to want over and over again and by the time Aurora's fingers hooked into her panties Mare was wetter than she ever had been in her life.
“You're so wet,” Aurora cooed. “All for me?”
“All for you,” Mare whimpered, embarrassed about just how much she was leaking. “You looked so beautiful...”
“Thank you,” Aurora said, then leaned in to give her a quick peck on the lips. “You're looking sexy enough to eat right now...”
“To ea—“ Mare started, then yelped as Aurora slid down between her legs and placed an open-mouthed kiss against her inner thigh. “Oh god...”
“Not quite,” Aurora said with a chuckle, then started placing a line of kisses along Mare's thigh.
It felt incredible. Aurora wasn't even touching her pussy yet and it still felt better than all the orgasms Mare had had in her life. Without even noticing she started rolling her hips, trying to get Aurora to hurry up but the little pixie seemed intent on teasing her a little longer still.
She kissed all the way up Mare's thigh and when she reached the apex she gave Mare's clit a single lick before turning around and starting another excruciatingly slow trail off kisses up Mare's other thigh.
“Please... please...” Mare chanted.
“Please what?” Aurora asked. “Talk to me, sweetheart.”
“Please touch me...”
“I am,” Aurora said, then gave the spot below Mare's bellybutton a little poke.
Mare grumbled about it.
“Tell me what you want,” Aurora said. “Be specific.”
Mare squeezed her eyes shut. Why was this so hard? She wanted it so bad but the words were so embarrassing to say. All she had to do was say it. Come on, just four simple words... “Please touch my pussy.”
“Well done,” Aurora cooed, then gave Mare's pussy a soft, open-mouthed kiss.
And Mare all but lost her mind.
**
That's it, Ophelia thought as she was getting fucked into the bed.
She had wanted the rough, savage fucking that she'd seen from Elaine when she'd joined her and Evelyn and that was precisely what she was getting. The bed creaked alarmingly with every downward thrust and Ophelia just took it, folded over like a lawn chair, unable to do anything but lay there and let out soft gurgles while Elaine's tongue invaded her mouth and her cock gouged out her pussy.
She loved it. It was exactly what she'd needed, just the kind of stress relief she'd wanted. This wasn't love-making. It wasn't even fucking. It was just pure, lust-fueled breeding, Elaine's cock plunging as deep as it could possibly go, to make sure that once she came she would flood Ophelia's deepest depths with it. She couldn't wait. Soon, very soon if she interpreted Elaine's ragged breathing and the erratic twitching of her cock correctly, Elaine would drill that monster cock as deep as possible and hold it there while she let out a small river worth of sticky seed. And then they'd both find out just how nasty Elaine was willing to get for her.
Oh, she couldn't wait. She was coming non-stop, practically with every thrust, the orgasms small but building upon each other, and once Elaine exploded so would she.
**
She's brilliant, Jeanne thought as Rachel kept pumping into both of her holes.
At first Jeanne had thought this was just more depraved teasing but soon the brilliance of what Rachel had done dawned on her. Rather than trying to make her and Abigail see eye to eye Rachel had found a different way to facilitate the state of mind necessary for the transfer of a soul sliver, one that involved a lot less introspection and a lot more losing their minds as Rachel stuffed them both full of cock.
Jeanne could feel Abigail's heart racing and soon hers started to beat in a syncopated rhythm with it. The two of them had nothing in common. Few shared life experiences, few shared opinions. The only thing they truly agreed on was what an absolutely amazing woman Rachel was and how they both loved getting ruined by her cocks. The ones filling up Jeanne's holes weren't like the one Rachel usually used with her and she was rather glad about that. She loved what Rachel did with her, loved how nasty and depraved it was, but she was glad that Rachel preferred to have that be something just for them, something that she didn't show others. It made Jeanne appreciate what they had that much more, this tiny little side of Rachel that she showed no one but her.
That thought finally spurred her on, letting her gently unravel a thread of her self, pulling it off the giant ball of yarn that was her soul.
When she had it she hugged Abigail a bit tighter still. The singer did her best to pull Jeanne in as well, though Jeanne had no idea if she knew what was coming or just needed someone to hold on to as Rachel's fucking reached a crescendo.
As she felt her pussy and ass being flooded with hot warmth she pushed the soul sliver into Abigail. At first it didn't really want to budge but as she focused on the feeling of being filled up the sliver simply slipped through, encountering no more resistance.
Abigail stiffened from the sensation, though nowhere near as bad as Elaine had. Apparently Rachel's new method didn't just work, it worked better than the normal one. That might warrant further investigation.
But that could wait. Her part in Abigail's ascension was done and she could just bask in the feeling of Rachel's cocks filling her up while Abigail whimpered underneath her.