Phoenix Flight

Davi’s eyes weakly opened. He winced as a wave of pain shot through him. “What the?” He glanced down at his hand, and his eyes widened when he saw dozens of cracks. His body was covered in them as well, and he was missing a few digits of his fingers.

“Davi!” Olivia stared down at his broken and beaten-up form in shock. “Are you okay?” Her own body had reverted to her normal state, no longer being made of mana.

Davi ignored the question and looked around, taking in the sight. He was sprawled out on the ground, Olivia next to him, and all around him, for as far as his eyes could see, was a white void. He had been in this place a few times.

The land was like paper, and the sky above was nothingness. An endless void that needed a door to be created to escape. There was just one issue. He was out of blood. Not a single drop was left in his body.

“We’re still dreaming.”

“We are?” Olivia also looked around the void, taking in the sight. “I thought we could just leave?”

“I did as well. I guess not, though. We left the nightmare but not the dream itself.” Davi explained. “We need to make a door. Can you spill your blood?”

“Why?”

“Your blood is ink.”

“What?”

“It’s dream bullshit, just trust me.”

Olivia gave him an odd look but nodded. She pulled her dagger out and sliced into her palm, cutting it open. Red liquid dripped down her arm, and she looked back at Davi, waiting for him to tell her what to do, but Davi had a look of bafflement on his face.

He reached out and snatched her wrist, staring down at the bloody hand. “Blood? Why is it blood?”

“Because that’s what is in my body?”

Davi shook his head. “No, you don’t get it. Last time I was here, when I spilled my blood, it was ink.”

“And there lies the problem with the current situation.” Davi spun around when he heard the voice, and he came face to face with Evelyn Lunar. The woman stood before him, a smirk on her face, as she pointed at him. “When you spilled your blood, it was ink. The cutie behind you doesn’t have ink in her blood, though, nor do I, because we do not belong here. This place is yours, and so the only one who can write on the blank page is you. You’re the holder of the ink.”

Davi’s eyes narrowed slightly when he saw Evelyn, and he felt some of the hairs along his body stand up, but he remained quiet. Olivia looked excited to see the witch and gave a giddy nod. “Evelyn! Do you know what this place is?” She asked hopefully.

“That I do,” Evelyn brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear, and she strutted over slowly until she was close enough to look Davi directly in his blue eyes. “I’ve heard about this place but have never been here myself until today. What we’re standing in is an illusion, and none of it is real. Nor are we.”

“We’re not real?” Olivia looked down at her hands. “I feel real?”

Evelyn giggled and shook her head. “When your Polymorph wore off, your body left Davi’s and reverted back to normal. In the real world, you’re on the bed next to him. As am I now. All three of us are asleep, and what we are right now is nothing more than particles of thoughts, mana, and our very spirits.”

“Like our souls?”

“Indeed.” Evelyn nodded. “This place is sometimes called the void or the blank space. The human body houses a ‘soul’ within it. This soul is not an organ, nor is it something that can be seen with the eye, but it exists within us. The soul is made up of Yin or Yang, and it draws in the raw mana of the universe, absorbing chaotic mana. Beyond the soul lies our inner world, the World of Paths, an infinite realm where we create a place to hold our Cores. Under normal circumstances, we’d be in Davi’s World of Paths; however, we accidentally got tangled up with him.”

“What are you saying?” Davi questioned. “I don’t get it.”

“Olivia here didn’t just place some of her mana into your body. If she had done that, then the mana would have simply gone into your soul and reached your inner world and core. Instead of doing that, what she did was a lot more personal. Olivia placed herself directly into you. Her soul and your soul became tangled for a moment, and what we’re in is the byproduct of that. When two World of Paths collide, it results in neither world being generated. Instead, our Cores have ended up in a blank field of nothingness.”

“Is that bad?” Olivia winced, suddenly getting nervous.

Evelyn shook her head. “Actually, it is rather harmless. Doing something like this isn’t uncommon; it does happen from time to time, though mainly in Rossume, since it tends to happen during intense bouts of Joint Cultivation. The bodies we currently have can be viewed as our Cores. They shaped themselves to look like us, and our thoughts merged with them so we think we’re the real us, while our true bodies are in a realm far beyond us.”

“So how do we get out?” Davi folded his arms.

“That’s actually easy. When this realm is created, there is a host soul. The host soul is the soul that the second soul entered. In this case, Davi, you’re the host soul, and Olivia’s soul entered you. I also managed to enter this place by using a spell and a trait I have to transfer a section of my consciousness into you, so I am fulfilling the role of the second soul as well. In order to get out, the host just needs to make a door. Each person has their own way to make a door. Am I to guess yours involves blood?”

Davi balled his hand into a fist and felt his nerves ignite. He was sure now; this was indeed the place he had been with the dragon, and it was the beast that told him how to make the door out of this realm, but if that was the case, whose soul had he gotten tangled with back then? Couldn’t it have been the dragon’s? No. That was a silly thought.

“Last time I was here, I was told to make a door out of ink. When I bled, ink flowed out of me," Davi explained. “The issue is, I have no more blood.”

Evelyn nodded at his remark. “Yes, sadly, this is a dream, and so your body can survive something like that here. You’re nothing more than a spirit, and so as long as you still think you’re Davi and are a collection of memories in his shape, you’ll still operate like Davi. Thankfully for us, this is another easy matter to fix.”

“How so?” Olivia questioned.

“Davi just needs a bit of time. His spirit was damaged due to the Heart Demon, and so his form broke down a bit, but if he can get more mana, he’ll eventually recover and mend.” Evelyn floated into the air and then shifted so she could sit across her staff. She smirked down at Davi before her eyes trailed to Olivia. “Perhaps it is good that we’re all here. After all, I assume you have several questions for Davi.”

Olivia turned to gaze at Davi, and he shifted, clearly uncomfortable, but he nodded. “It’s okay," he said softly. “If you have a question you want to ask me, then ask. I’ll answer it the best I can.”

Olivia gulped and thought for a moment. “Was that your village that I saw?”

“It was.”

“And those people were your villagers?”

“They were. They’re… They’re no longer around now.”

Olivia gave him a sad nod. “That dragon…”

“That was the dragon who destroyed my home.” Davi’s eyes fell downward. “It killed everyone but me and my brother. To this day, I don’t know how I survived. I know it has something to do with my mother, though. Olivia… I have a curse on me. It seems I can talk freely here, but…” He trailed off and glanced at Evelyn. ‘Someone else would stop me from saying the full truth.’ Went unsaid. He’d have to be careful with his words. “There was a blade. One forged from darkness and sin. It was created by the being that I know now to be the Ebony Knight. Growing up, I always thought of him as some bastard from the abyss, so you can imagine my shock when I learned he was a human once. When he died, his very being became this sword, and somehow my mother found it. She was a twisted woman—one who wanted to cultivate her own power. I don’t know all the details, but she and that evil man made a deal. They would make a body perfect for both of them. This led to my mother mating with a man named Orion. My father. The Hawker DNA isn’t particularly special, but it did have one unique trait. When Hawkers die, they are able to hold tiny fragments of the souls of their fallen brethren. Their souls are, in a way, very sturdy and powerful. In order to find a perfect vessel, a soul like this would be needed. This led to my mother making me. The Hawker DNA has another special thing about it, though. It’s very hard to wipe it out, and so the kids of the Hawker bloodline all share the Hawker trait of blonde hair and lightning magic. It’d be a one-in-a-hundred child that would be born with my mother’s magic type. I guess she eventually got her kid, though, because here I am. Someone with Shadow magic instead of Lightning magic, and I have black hair instead of blonde. For years, I was raised and slowly groomed to be a vessel for the sword. My mother made it no secret to me that I would one day vanish and she would be reborn through me. Her own body had been badly injured and destroyed in an unholy battle, and so her dream was to live on through me. That all changed one day when a man from another land appeared. He called himself Adam and told my mother that he knew of a body that would be even better for her. One that had a soul far stronger than mine and a type of magic even greater. My mother’s greed knew no limit, and so this led to her summoning an ancient calamity—a dragon. I don’t know what fully happened, but my mother died, so did my father, and everyone else in my village. I survived, though. Sieg and I lived, but we were trapped in ice for who knows how long. When I eventually did come to, I found myself in this kingdom, and I was no longer from the time that I knew. I also wasn’t alone. My mother’s plan hadn’t fully been destroyed. That cursed blade now resided within me. I became someone who would one day break apart and be consumed.”

What is freedom?

Freedom was a concept Davi longed for. Something he didn’t get himself. From the very start, he was placed into a tale bound to end with him being unraveled.

“D-Davi, that’s…” Olivia’s voice quivered slightly.

“It’s okay.”

“No, it isn’t.” Olivia shook her head, and her look turned harder. “That’s not okay at all. You’ve had to go through so much. That isn’t fair.”

“Life isn’t fair.” Davi gave a weak smile, though it held no life behind it. “I only learned about a lot of this recently. I had forgotten so much. Maybe it was repressed, or perhaps it was because of my mother, but I remember that Adam guy, and I also know my mother had other kids. Kids who didn’t exist anymore.” His smile faded, and he weakly gripped his chest. “I think I learned what those birds within my vault were.”

Olivia reached him and hugged him tightly. “I’m not going to let you become your mother or the Ebony Knight or anything else. I won’t let you die. I’ll keep you safe. I don’t care what I have to do. I’ll do whatever it takes.”

From above, Evelyn’s smile grew, and her eyes lit up. “Olivia.” She sang the name softly. “I am glad to see your conviction has grown. Like you, I want to keep Davi safe, and I know just the way to do it.”

Davi’s body grew rigid, and he went to glare up at Evelyn, but Olivia was already staring back at her. “How?”

“Davi just needs to become a bit stronger, is all. He needs a soul that can reject the change within him. Just as the dragon did.” Evelyn giggled. “There are two main ways to do this. The first and hardest is to kill the dragon itself. The one that torments him.”

“How does killing it help?”

“The reason the humans killed all the dragons is that you can get a special trait for slaying them,” Evelyn explained. “When a dragon dies, they say that a human consumes their soul, their core, and all that they are, and this human will then undergo a Polymorph and become a new being. A greater version of themselves. This is one of the reasons Haru’s Knights were so much stronger. Back in the day, Haru and her group slaughtered all the dragons and consumed their flesh in order to strengthen their souls and cores, and thus they transformed into greater beings. If Davi’s soul can become strong enough, he can turn the tables on the curse within him and fully absorb it, breaking it down and taking it over. My plan has always been this. He just needs to kill the dragon. I’m strong enough to where I think I could beat it. If I do, I plan to let Davi get the finishing blow and then have him consume it. The strength he would gain should be enough to let him take over the curse. The issue with this plan should be obvious, though.”

“You don’t know where the dragon is?” Olivia asked.

“Exactly.” Evelyn nodded. “We would need bait or something that could lure the dragon out here.”

“We’ll find it without bait.” Davi cut Evelyn off, and the glare he gave her caused her smile to fade. “There is no need to involve her.”

Evelyn laughed. “Oh, don’t worry, Davi. I have no plans to use Olivia like that.”

“Use me?”

“Yes. You see, you’re actually connected to the Dragon of Roads.”

“I am? But I thought I was connected to the Dragon of Love?”

“It is strange indeed.” Evelyn hummed. “Even I don’t know about it fully. What I can tell you is that I had an old plan. You see, I wanted you to die!” She announced cheerfully.

“W-What?” Olivia’s face paled, and Davi reached for his sword, but Evelyn waved the concern off.

“I said it was an old plan. That is no longer the case.”

“Thank Haru.” Olivia sighed in relief. “Why would my death be a factor?”

Evelyn tapped her chest. “Dragons, believe it or not, tend to care for their younglings. They’ll sacrifice themselves if it comes to it and ensure that they’ll get their revenge. I had planned to have you killed in the hopes it would draw out the Dragon of Roads; however, I could only do this when Davi himself was in a state where the growth he would get from the Dragon would be enough, hence why you kept living. That said, I’ve changed my mind for several reasons. The first is that there is no guarantee that the dragon will come out, and the second is that I think you’ll be more useful to Davi the way you are now.”

“The way I am now?” Olivia looked confused. “What do you mean?”

“I told you that there were two ways to help Davi, did I not? The first way to strengthen his soul was to slay the dragon. The second way is a lot simpler but takes far longer to get results.”

“What is it?” Olivia demanded. “I’ll do it. Whatever it takes to help Davi.”

Evelyn giggled once more. “I’m glad your spirit is so high. See, it’s really simple. All you and Davi need to do is perform Joint Cultivation.”

“Got it—Huh?" Olivia suddenly felt her face heat up. “Y-You mean like the sex stuff?”

Evelyn tapped her chin. “It doesn’t just involve sex, such a barbaric way to put it. Joint Cultivation is just the recycling of Yin and Yang energy between two bodies. Simply by holding onto Davi and feeling a strong pulse of emotion for each other, you can perform Joint Cultivation.”

“Oh.” Olivia seemed to look a little relieved. “That’s good-”

“That said, sex is the best option, so get to it.”

“S-Seriously?” Olivia’s face flushed more. “L-Like right now?”

“It’s best to practice early," Evelyn hummed. “None of our current bodies are real; we’re just pure mana right now, so it’ll be easy to do it so you can get a feel for it later. You’ll just need to connect in an emotional act with him and seep your mana into him, and he’ll do the same. This will help mend his spirit also and allow him to create the exit we need out of here quicker, so it helps all of us.”

Olivia’s face was pure red now, and she looked dizzy. “Olivia.” Davi’s words instantly got her attention, and she turned to him. “You don’t have to do this.”

Olivia’s blush faded, and she stopped for a second, processing his words. She shuffled slightly before finally shaking her head. “No. It’s okay. I-If you want to, we can do it.”

“But-”

“I like you a lot.” She cut him off. “I basically already told you how I felt earlier, didn’t I?” Olivia smiled at him. “I’m glad we’re friends, and I’m happy that I know you. You’ve fulfilled my life a lot better than others have. It’s a bit embarrassing, but… Well, if it can help you out, then let’s do it. I don’t mind. Also, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to do it…”

“Girls are weird,” Davi said flatly. “But if you’re sure…” He looked at Olivia, suddenly inspecting her. “Yeah. You’re kind of good-looking now that I think about it, and you have a good personality. Sure.”

Evelyn stepped forward and took Davi’s hand as well as Olivia’s with her other one. “In that case, then the three of us should start.”

“T-Three of us?” Olivia’s blush returned. “Wait, you’re joining it?”

“Absolutely,” Evelyn said flatly. “Now! Let's have sex!”

“What the fuck is even going on?”

Davi stared at Evelyn like she’d just suggested they all sprout wings and fly into the void. “Three of us?” he echoed, voice flat. “You’re serious.”

“Deadly,” Evelyn said, still holding both their hands. Her smirk was pure mischief, eyes glowing faintly with that lunar silver light. “You’re the host soul, Davi. Your body needs the strongest pulse of Yin and Yang it can get. One partner is good. Two is perfect. And since none of this is real—” she gestured at the endless white nothing around them, “—we can be as loud, messy, and creative as we want without a single consequence. Our real bodies are just sleeping peacefully on that bed back in the waking world. Think of this as… practice.”

Olivia’s face was the color of a ripe tomato. She kept glancing between them, fingers twitching in Evelyn’s grip. “I… I mean, I said I’d do it for you, Davi, but… both of you at once? Right here? On the… paper ground?”

Evelyn laughed, soft and throaty. “The ground will feel like the softest silk once we start. Trust me.” She released their hands only to shrug off her outer robe in one fluid motion. Beneath it she wore nothing but a thin black slip that clung to every curve like liquid shadow. The fabric dissolved into motes of mana as she willed it away, leaving her completely bare—pale skin, full breasts tipped with dusky nipples already pebbled in the strange not-air, hips flaring wide, and a neatly trimmed patch of silver hair above her glistening folds. “See? Easy.”

Davi’s cracked, inkless body responded before his brain could catch up. A low throb pulsed between his legs, his cock twitching to half-hardness even through the lingering pain. The spirit-form remembered what arousal felt like. It wanted.

Olivia swallowed hard, then—after one last shy glance at Davi—reached for the hem of her own simple tunic. “If it helps you…” she whispered. The fabric melted away at her touch, revealing smooth, sun-kissed skin, modest but perky breasts with soft pink nipples, a narrow waist, and the gentle swell of her hips. Between her thighs, her pussy was already slick, lips puffy and shining with arousal she couldn’t hide. She crossed her arms over her chest for a second, then forced them down. “Okay. I’m… ready.”

Evelyn didn’t wait for more invitation. She stepped between them, cupped Olivia’s face with both hands, and kissed her—slow, deep, and filthy. Tongues slid together with wet sounds that echoed strangely in the void. Olivia whimpered into the witch’s mouth, hands flying up to clutch Evelyn’s shoulders. When they broke apart, a thin string of saliva connected their lips.

“Beautiful,” Evelyn purred. She turned to Davi, grabbed the front of his torn shirt, and yanked him forward. Her kiss was rougher—demanding—teeth nipping his lower lip while her hand slid straight down to palm the growing bulge in his pants. “Mmm. Already so eager for us.”

Davi groaned. The touch sent sparks of mana racing up his spine, knitting tiny cracks in his skin. “Fuck… that feels—”

“Good?” Evelyn finished, squeezing him through the cloth. “It’s going to feel better.” She dropped to her knees right there on the white expanse, dragging Davi’s pants down with her. His cock sprang free—thick, veined, flushed dark at the head, already leaking a bead of clear fluid that wasn’t quite blood or cum but pure concentrated mana. Evelyn licked her lips. “Look at this pretty thing. Olivia, come here. Taste.”

Olivia hesitated only a heartbeat before sinking down beside the witch. Her blue eyes were wide, pupils blown. She leaned in, tongue flicking out shyly to lap at the head. Davi’s hips jerked. The sensation was intense—every nerve in this spirit body lit up like it had been starving for touch. Olivia moaned at the flavor, then took him deeper, lips stretching around his girth while Evelyn licked along the side, their tongues meeting and tangling around his shaft in wet, obscene slides.

“Shit—both of you—” Davi’s hand found Olivia’s hair, the other Evelyn’s. Cracks along his arms began to seal as mana flowed into him from their mouths.

Evelyn pulled off with a wet pop. “On your back, host boy. Let us take care of you.”

The white ground softened beneath him as he lay down, turning plush and warm like a cloud. Evelyn straddled his face without warning, lowering her dripping pussy onto his mouth. “Eat,” she ordered, grinding down. Davi obeyed instantly—tongue spearing into her slick heat, lapping up sweet, mana-rich nectar that tasted faintly of night-blooming flowers. Evelyn moaned, rolling her hips. “Good boy. Just like that.”

Olivia climbed between his spread thighs, trembling. She positioned herself over his cock, rubbing the fat head through her folds once, twice, coating him in her juices. “Davi… I’ve wanted this,” she breathed, then sank down.

They both groaned as he stretched her open. She was tight—blazing hot, silky walls fluttering around every inch until she sat flush, ass resting on his hips. For a second she just panted, eyes glassy. “So full…”

Then she started moving—slow rolls at first, rising and falling, breasts bouncing gently. Each downward stroke pushed more mana into Davi’s core. Evelyn leaned forward, kissing Olivia again while she rode him, their breasts pressing together, nipples rubbing. The sight alone made Davi growl into Evelyn’s cunt, sucking harder on her clit.

Mana swirled visibly now—threads of gold and silver and deep shadow twisting between their bodies, sinking into Davi’s cracked skin. The more they moved, the faster the cracks sealed. Fingers regrew. Pain faded into pure, liquid pleasure.

Evelyn reached down and rubbed Olivia’s clit in tight circles. “Feel that? Every time you clench around him, you’re feeding him. Come for us, pretty girl. Let him feel it.”

Olivia cried out, pace turning frantic. Her walls pulsed, milking Davi’s cock as her orgasm crashed over her. Mana flooded into him—bright, pure, loving. Davi’s hips bucked up hard, driving deeper while he tongue-fucked Evelyn through her own sudden climax. The witch’s thighs clamped around his head, juices flooding his mouth as she shook and laughed breathlessly.

They didn’t stop.

Evelyn slid off his face, spun around, and lowered herself onto his cock right beside Olivia’s still-spasming pussy. “Share him,” she commanded. Olivia whimpered but obeyed, lifting just enough for Evelyn to sink down. The two women’s slick folds rubbed together around his shaft, stretching lewdly to take him at the same time. The pressure was insane—two tight, dripping cunts sliding up and down his length in alternating strokes, clit grinding on clit, hands roaming over breasts and asses.

Davi’s vision whited out with pleasure. “Fuck—fuck—I can’t—” His newly healed hands gripped their hips, thrusting up into the double heat. Mana roared through him now, thick and heavy, knitting every last fracture until his body glowed faintly black and gold.

Olivia came again first, sobbing his name, squirting clear mana-fluid over his abdomen. Evelyn followed seconds later, inner walls clamping down so hard Davi saw stars. The combined orgasmic rush shoved him over the edge. He came with a guttural shout, cock pulsing as he pumped thick ropes of liquid mana deep into both of them. It overflowed immediately—creamy white and shimmering—dripping down his balls and pooling on the white ground beneath them.

For long moments the only sounds were panting and the wet squelch of bodies slowly separating.

Evelyn finally slid off, collapsing to one side with a satisfied sigh. Olivia curled against Davi’s other side, cheek on his chest, fingers tracing the now-smooth skin where cracks had been.

“Feel that?” Evelyn murmured, voice husky. She pointed lazily upward.

A door had formed in the void above them—simple, black, inked in fresh, glistening lines that pulsed with the same mana they’d just shared. It stood open, revealing a glimpse of the real world: their sleeping bodies on the bed, moonlight through the window.

Davi stared at it, chest still heaving. “We… actually did it.”

Olivia kissed his collarbone, soft and shy again. “And it helped. You’re whole.”

Evelyn stretched like a cat, breasts jiggling. “Told you three was better. Now… shall we wake up and continue this in the real world? My bed’s bigger.”

Olivia hid her burning face in Davi’s neck, but she was smiling.

Davi just laughed—low, real, and freer than he’d felt in years. “Yeah. Let’s go home.”

Evelyn watched Davi step through the newly inked door first, his form shimmering as he faded back into the waking world. The black rectangle sealed behind him with a soft pulse, leaving only the endless white void—and the two women still tangled on the plush, dream-soft ground.

Olivia sat up slowly, arms wrapped around her knees, cheeks still flushed from everything that had just happened. She glanced at the sealed door, then at Evelyn, who lounged beside her like a contented cat, one leg bent, silver hair spilling over pale shoulders.

“He’s safe now,” Olivia whispered, more to herself than anything. “His spirit… it’s mending.”

Evelyn’s lips curved. “Thanks to you. And a little to me.” She reached out, trailing a fingertip along Olivia’s bare arm—light, teasing. Mana sparked at the contact, tiny silver threads dancing between their skin. “But we’re not quite done here yet, are we? The door opened, but our bodies are still pure mana. Still… sensitive. Hungry.”

Olivia’s breath hitched. She didn’t pull away. “You mean… just us?”

“Mmm.” Evelyn shifted closer until their thighs pressed together, warm and slick from earlier. “Davi got what he needed. Now it’s our turn to feed each other. Yin to Yin. No host, no rules—just pleasure to keep the mana flowing until we decide to wake up.”

Olivia’s eyes flicked down to Evelyn’s body—full breasts, the faint glow of lunar runes etched faintly under her skin, the way her nipples tightened in the cool not-air. Then back up to those silver eyes, dark with intent.

“I… I’ve never…” Olivia started, voice small.

Evelyn cupped her cheek, thumb brushing over her lower lip. “I know. That’s why it’ll feel so good.” She leaned in slowly, giving Olivia every chance to pull back.

She didn’t.

Their lips met—soft at first, exploratory. Olivia tasted faintly of sunlight and sweetness; Evelyn of night jasmine and something darker, addictive. The kiss deepened quickly. Tongues slid, wet and eager. Evelyn’s hand slipped to the nape of Olivia’s neck, fingers threading through her hair, tilting her head to claim more.

Olivia moaned into her mouth, hands tentatively rising to Evelyn’s waist, then higher, cupping the swell of her breasts. Thumbs brushed over hard nipples, earning a low, approving hum from the witch.

“Touch me,” Evelyn breathed against her lips. “Anywhere. Everywhere.”

Olivia grew bolder. She squeezed gently, rolling the peaks between her fingers. Evelyn arched, breaking the kiss to gasp, head tipping back. “Yes… like that.”

Evelyn guided one of Olivia’s hands lower, between her own thighs. Olivia’s fingers found slick heat—Evelyn was soaked, folds swollen and slippery. She circled the clit hesitantly at first, then with growing confidence as Evelyn rocked into her touch.

“Inside,” Evelyn whispered. “Two fingers. Curl them.”

Olivia obeyed. She slid two fingers deep, feeling velvet walls clench greedily. Evelyn shuddered, hips grinding down. “Good girl… now faster.”

They found a rhythm—Olivia pumping steadily while Evelyn’s hand mirrored the motion between Olivia’s legs. Fingers plunged into tight, dripping heat; thumbs rubbed frantic circles over clits. Wet sounds filled the void, obscene and beautiful.

Evelyn pushed Olivia onto her back, the ground yielding like the softest bed. She settled between spread thighs, kissing a trail down Olivia’s body—nipping at collarbones, sucking bruises into the soft undersides of breasts, tongue swirling around nipples until Olivia was writhing.

When Evelyn reached her destination, she didn’t tease. She spread Olivia’s folds with her thumbs and licked a long, slow stripe from entrance to clit. Olivia cried out, hips bucking.

Evelyn devoured her—tongue flicking, lips sucking, then plunging inside to taste deeper. Olivia’s hands fisted in silver hair, holding her there as pleasure coiled tight.

“Evelyn—oh gods—I’m—”

“Come on my tongue,” Evelyn growled, voice muffled against wet flesh. She sucked hard on the clit while two fingers curled inside, pressing that perfect spot.

Olivia shattered. Back arching off the ground, thighs clamping around Evelyn’s head, she came with a broken sob, mana bursting outward in golden waves that sank into Evelyn’s skin. The witch drank it all, licking her through the aftershocks until Olivia was trembling, oversensitive.

But Evelyn wasn’t finished.

She crawled back up, straddling Olivia’s thigh. “Your turn to taste me,” she purred, guiding Olivia’s hand to her dripping core again. “But this time… together.”

Evelyn positioned them so their pussies pressed flush—hot, slick, clit to clit. She rocked slowly at first, grinding in lazy circles. Friction built fast. Olivia’s hands gripped Evelyn’s ass, pulling her closer, harder.

They moved in sync—hips rolling, breaths mingling in short gasps. Breasts slid together, nipples catching and rubbing. Mana swirled visibly now—silver and gold threads weaving between them, sinking into skin, amplifying every sensation.

Evelyn leaned down, capturing Olivia’s mouth in a messy, desperate kiss. Tongues tangled as their grinding turned frantic. Wet slaps echoed; pleasure crested sharp and sudden.

“Come with me,” Evelyn gasped against her lips.

Olivia nodded, frantic. “Yes—please—”

They tipped over together. Bodies locking tight, clits pulsing against each other, orgasms crashing in tandem. Mana flooded—bright, blinding—sealing the last faint echoes of exhaustion from earlier. Evelyn cried out first, low and throaty; Olivia followed with a keening whine, nails digging into pale skin.

They collapsed in a sweaty, trembling heap, legs still entwined, chests heaving.

After long moments, Evelyn pressed a lazy kiss to Olivia’s temple. “Feel that? We could stay here forever if we wanted.”

Olivia laughed breathlessly, nuzzling into Evelyn’s neck. “Tempting… but Davi’s waiting.”

Evelyn hummed. “He is.” She traced idle patterns on Olivia’s back. “Next time, all three of us. In the real world. My bed. Candles. No holding back.”

Olivia’s cheeks heated again, but her smile was shy and bright. “I’d like that.”

Evelyn kissed her once more—slow, sweet—then waved a hand. The white void rippled. A second door appeared beside the first, this one silver-edged and glowing softly.

“Shall we?”

Olivia took her hand. “Together.”

They stepped through side by side, bodies fading into light, carrying the heat of their shared mana back to the waking world.