A Wolf's Howl, A Fairy's Wing

His next step was merging the newly created omnisense offshoot with his third-rank spatial ability. This part was easy, as he already knew how to merge omnisense with an ability or spell.

He wasn't done yet, though. First, he dubbed this new offshoot as his seventh sense, since omnisense was his sixth. The problem with this seventh sense was that it was still a general sensing that had all the capabilities of feeling what his dick felt, but mashed it all together into a single sensation.

Fortunately, he already had a technique with which to divide omnisense into its individual components. With his seventh sense divided, he began rebuilding the nerve map he'd created before in one of his spatial appendages—specifically, the one currently reshaping Anne's throat.

"Hngh…"

A groan escaped his lips when new sensations instantly surged into his mind. Pleasure began building from two locations instead of one. Rather than just his body, his soul now experienced pleasure as well, but one that was far deeper and profound. It was not something he'd experienced before.

'This is… new…' he muttered in his mind, finding it difficult to stay focused now. His movements started speeding up as his mind slowed down. The desire to revel in this new feeling nibbled at the edges of his sanity.

"I want more," he growled softly, eyes shining with mild insanity.

Then, just before fully losing himself in this new feeling, a surge of defiance welled up from deep inside him. 'Stop it!' he snarled at himself, slamming down the hammer of willpower upon his mind. 'I am the master of my mind, and nothing or no one else!'

His movements immediately slowed down again, but Erik didn't remove his seventh sense from the spell. He sighed deeply, eyes still closed. Had he opened them, he'd have seen Emma and Astrid snapping out of their self-induced trance to look at him with worry. Unlike Nora and Anne, they'd felt the sudden turmoil in Erik's mind.

"What was that…?" Elora immediately asked, her voice as worried as the gazes of Emma and Astrid. "Are you alright…?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," he answered, though his voice remained a little strained. He really hoped his sudden surge of emotions hadn't disturbed Emily or Naeku with what they were doing.

He quickly explained what happened, not just to Elora, but also to Emma and Astrid after deciding to open a channel to all of them at the same time.

"I see," Elora nodded with a frown. Despite the seriousness with which she obviously took this, though, she couldn't prevent a smirk from appearing on her lips. "I should have foreseen this. Feelings channelled through the soul are always more powerful and can easily overwhelm a person. How is it now? Have you disconnected from it?"

"Of course not," Erik grumbled stubbornly, still obviously strained. "I just need to get used to it…"

But the fairy rolled her eyes. "Don't be an idiot. You can never 'get used' to feelings coming from your soul. They'll always be this intense."

Erik remained silent for a moment. "Then… was this all for nothing?" he finally grumbled unwillingly. "I can never enjoy this if I have to constantly fight for my own sanity at the same time."

Suddenly, the doors to his bedroom opened, and Elora's fairy-sized form flew inside. "Don't worry, it's nothing I can't solve for you," she giggled as an answer, no longer using the bond.

She didn't bat an eye at the room's depraved circumstances, bee-lining straight for Erik instead. Reaching him, she put her hands on his back as they began to glow dark-green.

He immediately gasped from relief when the oppressive pleasure in his soul dimmed to a more manageable level. Rather than a strange, overwhelming pleasure, it became more normalised. It started to feel more like he simply had two regular dicks getting sucked than one regular and one… something far more.

Despite the relief, however, there was also a tinge of regret… and that regret immediately disgusted him. That type of feeling represented a loss of control, something he refused to indulge.

Still, after a moment of relief, he started to realise that the new feeling still felt off… somehow. It still felt different. It threw off his rhythm.

"Don't worry, we'll fix that," Elora grinned from behind him, having noticed his feelings. "Just give me something to work with. I've inscribed a sigil on your soul to temper these sensations, but I still need to calibrate it. Continue what you were doing, and add more if you can."

Though inscribing a sigil on someone's soul would normally be far more difficult, Elora's connection to Erik removed much of that difficulty.

Erik didn't immediately continue, but instead looked over his shoulder with a smirk. "I love how invested you are in making this work, my love…"

Elora glanced at him and giggled mischievously. "You're not the only pervert between us… We two are not even the only perverts in this room!"

He looked at the other women in the room to see Emma blush and Astrid's eyes twinkle playfully as both their throats were still filled with his spatial dildos moving back and forth. Thus, he knew Elora was right. Nora and Anne also looked excited—even after diligently pleasuring him for nearly 2 hours on end—but he knew that didn't really count.

Erik chuckled and shook his head, a grin spreading across his lips. "Let's do this, then…" he muttered and closed his eyes again. He started perfecting the neural map overlay he'd created on the one spatial dildo fucking Anne, and then he started to apply the same thing to the other ones.

All the while, Elora stayed behind him, fiddling with the dials. The feeling Erik got from his soul constantly fluctuated, interrupting his ability to actually orgasm… which was frustrating. Fortunately, it was a different kind of frustrating than he had going into his—he hadn't thought about Meilin since this all started.

But by the end, all their hard work did pay off. When Elora finally took her hands off his back after another half hour, Erik was amazed by the result. Now it truly felt like he was fucking four throats at the same time, but without the overbearing, mind-consuming pleasure of before.

That said… it was still more pleasure than Erik had ever felt in his life… and he wanted to experience it to the fullest.

Thus, when Elora kissed him on the cheek while whispering: "Alright, have fun, my love… I still have some work to do dealing with the aftermath of our battle," and then flew off to the door, Erik had only one reaction—the obvious one.

A tiny, much smaller spatial tentacle surged forth and wrapped itself around the doll-sized flying fairy. "Ah!" she yelped, eyes wide.

"Uhuh," Erik grinned lustfully from behind her. "You're here now… that means you're staying!"