Chapter Two

The gate clanged shut behind them with satisfying finality. The sounds of the city—shouting hawkers, clattering hooves, the occasional distant scream—faded into the background like a bad dream.

Void exhaled in relief. The sun shone high and merciless above, casting the walled courtyard in glaring brightness. Their modest manse stood like a stoic island amidst the madness of Gharath-Dur—two stories of smooth, pale stone, with a slate roof in the style of the southern Queendoms. The outer wall, tall and ivy-draped, bore the subtle reinforcement of warding runes etched beneath layers of mortar.

Practical. Discreet. Impenetrable, for now.

Inside the gate, peace reigned.

A narrow path wound through a small garden of hardy, flowering plants—deep-purple nightroses, curling silverweed, and a few of those floating flame-blossoms native to the lower marshes. They drifted in lazy spirals above their stems, shedding sparks that fizzled before they touched the earth. A small fountain burbled quietly near the wall, its water cool and refreshing.

Void paused in the stillness, eyes half-lidded.

He always found it more challenging to keep the fatigue at bay in the summer. Not physical pain—his body was strong and honed—but the pull. The strain from holding too much inside. Every sickness he took, every curse he swallowed, dwelled somewhere within him now, stitched into the null-space in his center. It didn’t hurt… not exactly. But it strained.

He felt Eleanor watching him as they entered the modest abode.

“You should rest, master.” She purred, voice low and husky. A prelude to imminent passion. “You gave more of yourself today than usual.”

The interior of the manse was cool and clean, the heavy oak door closing off the outside world. An enchantment on the lintel filtered the dust from the air. Inside, the walls were painted a pale, calming blue, and adorned with tasteful tapestries—geometric weaves and abstract shapes rather than ostentatious scenes. The floors were dark stone veined with pearl, strewn with thick rugs that muffled footsteps. The scent of orange blossoms hung faintly in the air.

“We’ll not want for work in this city.” Void shrugged off his cloak, laying it neatly on the carved bench in the entryway. “It’s a cesspit out there. I need to wash.”

“A fine idea, master. There’s a large tub upstairs with water and fire crystals providing heat. I will bathe you. This way, please.”

Eleanor moved past him, her delicate hands undoing the buckles and straps of her skin-tight adventuring outfit.

He stared in cock-stirring fascination as she peeled the shiny, black leather off her flawless ivory skin. Freeing her prodigious breasts with a jaw-dropping bounce, she wriggled it down her slender waist and flat belly, before the armour caught on her wide hips and supersized ass.

“A little help?” The full-figured matron asked in a teasing tone, twerking her plush posterior invitingly.

“With pleasure.” Void leapt into action, quickly closing the short distance to grab the half-clothed seductress.

Using the bunched leather around her tiny waist like reins, he yanked her back against his rapidly hardening groin. Eleanor gasped in mock surprise but ground back against the growing bulge prodding her cavernous crack.

“Oh, master!”

Void knew her games. The outward pretense of demure politeness fell away like a mask once in private. His maidservant hid her lascivious appetite well from public scrutiny, despite her outrageously lewd proportions. But when they were alone, she became a tigress unleashed.

Eleanor enjoyed goading him while on the job—nothing too blatant–a seemingly harmless innuendo here, a lazy arch of her spine there. She willfully exploited the uneven power dynamic between them. He occupied the role of a stern master, she the dutiful servant, only to flip the script in moments like these.

His balls boiled as she wiggled that bountiful booty, reaching back to comb long fingers through Void’s hair, and tilting her face to moan into his ear.

“Your bath, master. Don’t you want to be clean before we get dirty?”

“You know what I want.” He growled, spanking her meaty rump. “Now move, or I’ll take you right here. Hygiene be damned!”

Chuckling throatily, Eleanor sashayed up the stairs. Each step lifted one juicy buttock, then the other, in mouthwatering fashion. He stripped out of his waistcoat and shirt, kicking off his boots as he chased her.

Somehow, she’d divested herself of the irksome armour by the time he blundered into the bathing chamber, the air thick with anticipation. Steam already wafted from a wooden tub large enough to accommodate four, fogging the room in a sultry haze.

Eleanor stood beside it, her body glistening faintly in the flicker of the light crystals ensconced in the walls. She was already nude, her majestic curves a masterpiece of temptation, utterly smooth and blemishless of complexion despite her advanced age. Her grabbable hips gyrating to a silent rhythm that seemed to echo in his veins. Smoldering eyes, bright and hungry, locked onto his as she gestured toward the water.

“Come, master,” she murmured, voice dripping with honeyed promise. “Let me take care of you.”

Void’s heart raced as he unhitched his belt, fingers fumbling.

He couldn’t tear his gaze away from her—the way her billowing breasts heaved with each breath, her fleshy thighs churning together as if she were already imagining him between them.

Shucking off his trousers, Void’s erection sprang free, stiff and aching.

It was enormous. Gratuitously girthy. Inhumanly lengthy. An untamable monster of disastrous dimensions. Practically a fifth limb, jutting like a lance from his groin.

Eleanor’s lips curved into a wicked smile.

“Such a mighty weapon,” she purred, stepping closer. Her fingers brushed against his chiseled abs, trailing downward until they wrapped around his throbbing thickness. “Shouldn’t it be… polished?”

The white-haired vixen guided Void into the tub by his tremendous turgidity. Her grip tightened, and he groaned, hips jerking forward instinctively. She chuckled, the sound rich and throaty, and they sank into hot water together. It was pleasantly deep, submerging them to mid chest.

“Eleanor–” he went to speak, but she quieted him with a tender kiss that contrasted her stroking hands.

“Shhh, master. Sit here. There is a bench… there you go.” She drifted into Void’s lap, straddling him and nestling his pulsating pole in the crack of her cushiony keister. “Now, isn’t this more comfortable?”

The intimate positioning plastered the mature maidservant to his ripped torso, her massive mana-stuffed tits pancaking against his pecks. When she leaned even closer, reaching an arm over his shoulder, Void’s face disappeared into that pillowy goodness entirely.

“Hmmmph!”

“Apologies, master.” She pulled back, clutching soap and a washcloth, not looking the least bit sorry. “Please, relax. Allow this old spinster to wash away the road dust and stress.”

Old spinster?

He almost scoffed out loud but groaned instead when Eleanor’s bodacious buttocks squeezed about his broad base. The matronly maid may have been older than his grandparents–she’d served the family for generations–but her silky white hair was the only sign of time’s passing.

The fat buns hotdogging Void’s hog were firm and fit. Not a wrinkle or hint of sag marred her lustrous figure. Eleanor embodied the vitality of a vibrant youth, incorrigible and mischievous in her kittenish behavior.

“Mmmmm, master.” She purred, lathering soap suds and smooches across his shoulders. “You feel tense. Wound up. What can I do to ease your pain?”

Her long lashes fluttered like butterfly wings, bright eyes peering coquettishly from beneath as she traced his muscles with the washcloth and nuzzled Void’s neck.

Adoring him.

Worshipping him.

Never slowing her ass-sliding **** on his robust rigidity.

“Oh, you’re asking me to take the lead?” Voided smirked, feeling a mite sardonic. “After telling me to relax? Some of us did actual work this morning. Healing rather than standing around looking pretty.”

He pinched Eleanor’s thick haunches under the water, making her moan and shudder deliciously.

“M-Master is kind to compliment this old maid.” She leaned back slightly, hands sliding up Void’s chest to grip his shoulders as she rolled her hips. The sinuous motion caused her overly ample butt cheeks to squeeze tighter around his shaft, the sensation sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through him. “You’re so hard for me. Hmmmmph~... perhaps a small expenditure of mana will relieve some of the tension.”

Bowing her head and murmuring a quick incantation, a hovering sphere of water rose from the tub. Void sensed the spell weaving as she used elemental magic to reshape the suspended blob into a large liquid sleeve and, with a touch, set it spinning like a whirlpool.

He was fairly impressed Eleanor had managed that level of concentration while riding his bucking bronco.

Then again, she was impressive in many ways, and her perverse desires were the least of them.

Void said as much, and she laughed that throaty laugh again, making his loins throb in anticipation.

“I’m well aware of your admiration of certain… aspects of my person, master.” She crooned, sending the swirling sleeve to float behind her. “And I relish the attention of an outstanding male specimen like yourself. But isn’t it a pity that my rear–generous though it might be–fails to wholly encompass your princely manhood?”

It wasn’t untrue, despite Eleanor’s hefty acres of heiny, his tumultuous tip still cleared her tailbone by several inches while at full strength.

“What are you suggesting?” Void grunted when the wet vortex kissed said tip, lashing and twisting around the sensitive flesh. “Seven hells, woman. You’re a succubus in disguise, I swear.”

If someone had asked the young healer what his plans were for the midday remission, the answer wouldn’t have come close to reality. Balls deep in his sexy older servant’s fat ass crack while bathing, with a conjured waterspout polishing his knob.

“Master likes to jest. Yet he comprehends my wishes, no? Especially since they align so perfectly with his own.” She purred with a wicked grin, eyes sparkling with mischief. “When you give me my reward, you know where I want it.”

She pushed forward again, shoving her expansive melons up under his chin for a soulful kiss. Her tongue explored Void’s, darting and dancing, while delicate fingers roamed his defined back, sketching every indent and divot.

He understood what Eleanor wanted alright, and it drove him wild, as she surely intended.

Void snatched her round hips in a clawing grip, pounding her grasping glutes. The spiraling suction of the magical whirlpool pulled at him with every delirious thrust. The heat of the water and their furious passions were sweltering.

“Careful what you wish for.” He growled, bouncing her gravid figure half out of the water with each **** thrust. Waves washed out over the tub’s edge, splashing the stone floor. “I need more, Eleanor. Tell me where you want it!”

“In my pussy! Please, master… Nyaaa!” She had to stand on the submerged bench to slide Void’s ludicrous length into position at her sodden entrance. “Cram my hungry pussy full of your giant dick!”

Snarling, he dragged the mature sexpot onto his pussy-punishing fuckpole, and she wailed in euphoric rapture. As she did, a complex curling glyph glowed to life below her bulging abdomen—a spiritual brand, emanating deep violet light.

Therein lay the secret behind Eleanor’s prolonged lifespan and youthful vitality. An unbreakable binding to the Avatar of Lust in the Basilica of Deadly Sins, and the only reason she could manage a monstrous member that would break a regular mortal.

“Yes, master, yeeesssss…” she hissed, sinking down inch after inch of his cunt-splitting width. “Give it to me! Give me everything I deserve. Ruin me again and again. Bless me with your power, I’m begging you!”

Void gritted his teeth as her skin-tight channel squeezed and stretched around him. Fighting the surge of mind-numbing pleasure Eleanor’s mana-infused snatch always delivered.

Her shaking body was brilliantly soft yet wonderfully firm. A masterpiece of quivering curves in his brutal grasp. She sang sexy moans and blood-boiling sounds of encouragement as her pillowy posterior touched down on his lap.

“Oh, master… Yaaah~! You’re stirring up my insides. Please, don’t hold back… Mmmmff! Unleash yourself upon me!”

She pleaded with him.

Inviting him.

Surrendering to him.

The null-space in Void’s core pulsed like a second heartbeat, the life mana gathered from his day of absorbing maladies raged for release. Useless to him, as one bereft of magical talent, but priceless to a spellcaster like Eleanor.

He allowed a slow trickle to bleed into her as their fucking took on a bestial quality.

Water splashed and steam billowed as Void plundered the insatiable vixen’s furthest depths and groped great handfuls of her gratuitous glutes. She howled in his strong arms, meeting each upward thrust with a returning crash of her powerful hips.

“Yes, yes, yes! Give me more, master! Hnnnnrr~! I can take more!”

Eleanor seized the edge of the tub for support, practically suspended in mid-air as he jackhammered up into her convulsing cunt. Void huffed when her tremendous tits spilled into his face, threatening to smother him in silky softness.

Then, in his white-knuckled grip, her already devastating derriere started to swell. Slowly at first, then faster. Those pale, jiggling orbs rose like bread dough overflowing his palms. Groaning, he sank greedy fingers into her expanding ass-flesh, increasing the mana flow to fuel the sudden growth.

The transfer of stored mojo was always an intoxicating experience. Their joined bodies crackled with power, unalloyed pleasure arcing like electricity between them. Eleanor’s already snug pussy constricted almost painfully as she crested into an abrupt, violent climax. Void’s cock buzzed like a lightning rod during a storm, grounding each ecstatic strike and then returning it.

“MAAAASTEEEERRR!!”

The crystals in the room flickered as they looped the energy between them, forming a perfect dynamo. Each cycle gathered momentum. Her spirit brand shone incandescent. The violet hue cast writhing shadows on the walls.

Void came with a roar. Vast quantities of sticky seed and mana flowed out of him faster than anything he’d ever experienced. As though Eleanor was sucking everything out of him, vacuuming the last dregs straight out of his balls and nullifying core.

Stars bloomed in his vision as what felt like a gallon of creamy cum blasted from his formidable fuckstaff. Her chunky caboose kept expanding in his grasp, storing the deluge of arcane energy.

Growing weak, Void gasped for air, praying she wouldn’t steal that too. “Eleanor…”

Then he saw her eyes, two blazing amethyst suns set into a twisted mask of pain and pleasure that bore no resemblance to his older lover.

Eleanor’s lips curved into a slow, sultry smile—but her expression was no longer his maidservant’s either. Her posture changed, her spine bowing slightly, hips tilting forward with serpentine grace, luxuriating on his erupting enormity.

When she spoke, her voice echoed with another. A voice too layered, too ripe with pleasure and command to be mortal.

“Hmmm… You’re every bit as delicious as she described.”

“Who are you?” Void croaked, unable to think clearly as an interminable aura blanketed his senses. “What have you done to Eleanor?”

They were still connected, unable to separate while the mana circulated between them. The stream became a torrent. The torrent, a flood. The entity possessing his maidservant closed her burning eyes with a satisfied moan, riding Void and enjoying the orgasmic power exchange as though it were a momentary trifle to be savoured.

That seriously pissed him off despite the throbbing ache in his overcharged balls. The null-space at his center stirred, cracking open like a midnight eye inside his chest. Coldness pulsed outward from him as he reached for that quiet, devouring **** within—the emptiness that stripped sickness and magic and anything uninvited from existence.

The aura Eleanor emitted immediately grew heavier. Stonier.

“Ah-ah-ah.” The possessed maid pressed a finger to her lips and wagged it, mockingly coy. “Don’t be rude, healer. I’m only here to talk.”

Void snarled, steam exploded upward, and the temperature dropped as the null-space widened, eager to consume the invader’s essence.

But it couldn’t. He felt the resistance at once, like a hand pressed gently but immovably against his will. The null-space flickered, uncertain, destabilized by something more profound than mere magic. Something far older.

“I said—” the voice in Eleanor’s body whispered, her pussy clamped down on his buried length, milking him. “—don’t.”

Void fell backward, half-panicked now, shoving the null-space inward again to protect himself, to seal the breach.

The thing inside Eleanor laughed.

“You truly don’t know what you carry, do you? That curious gift of yours… It smells divine. Dangerous. But divine.” A pause. “She chose well.”

Void was instantly wary. “Who are you?”

The being straightened Eleanor’s spine, lifting her chin, haughty as any queen, despite their compromising position.

“I am Lust,” she purred, rolling the name like candy on her tongue. “The Avatar of Carnal Desire. The Third Deadly Sin. Mistress of Impure Temptation. And you, precious healer, are hereby summoned to my Chantry in the heart of the city. We have much to… discuss.”

Void clenched his fists, sweat dripping from his brow.

“Let. Her. Go.”

Lust grinned through Eleanor’s lips, indulgent. “So protective. So pretty when you're angry. She really does love you, you know. It’s sweet how she tries to hide it.” The aura thickened again, growing more decadent, more unbearable. “Come to me, child. Or don’t. But this world is watching you now. Watching and…” she inhaled through Eleanor’s nose, slowly “…sharpening its blades.”

With a sudden flash of violet light, the brand on her pelvis flared, then it was gone.

Eleanor–his Eleanor–collapsed into his protective embrace.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, voice cracking. “I didn’t know… She’s never… not like this…”

Void’s jaw clenched. He reached for a towel, wrapping it around her with deliberate care. His resolve was iron.

“Don’t worry about it. Rest and recover. We’re going to pay her a visit this afternoon.”

She nodded once, gaze dropping to the floor.

And in the darkness, safe within his core, Void’s null-space tremored.

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