Echoes Of The Seven

Jasmine rested her hands on the edge of the sink. The girl in the mirror staring back at her was a little distorted from the moisture that still clung to the glass after Jasmine wiped the mirror with a towel to remove the fog. Still, she was clear enough that Jasmine could see the deep-set frown on her face and the sad look in her blue eyes.

Long, dark brown hair hung tangled and damp over the mirror-girl’s shoulders and well down the length of her back, but a few errant strings fell in front and framed her bare breasts. Eyes continued to travel downwards until they hit the edge of the mirror, at which point Jasmine directed her attention lower to look down her own body. Despite having just towelled off, there were still occasional beads of moisture clinging to her skin as she stared down her own flat stomach. Then, of course, the pussy lips peeking between her legs.

Jasmine let out a deep sigh, blew a raspberry into the air, and fixed her attention back to the girl in the mirror as she grabbed a hair brush. Knots were either straightened out or torn from Jasmine’s scalp as she raked the brush through, making sure to go down the entire length of her hair carefully.

Eris still did it better.

The decisions tumbled through Jasmine’s mind like roiling water. Meghan and Claire showing up out of the blue to invite her to an orgy- one that Alex was apparently going to as well. Judging by Meghan’s cheerful casualness, Jasmine could clearly see that Alex had made no move to clarify that the two had broken up.

Jasmine didn’t either. If Meghan and Claire thought there was something odd about the vague reply of an “I’ll think about it”, they didn’t show it. The two girls had left, leaving Jasmine with the weight of a choice hanging over her shoulders. On one hand, an orgy did sound like a lot of fun. Under any other circumstance, Jasmine would have been giddy and filled with horny excitement about the prospects of what to come.

On the other hand, it was much, much harder to be eager when she didn’t have either of her girlfriends to share it with.

A weak smile pulled over her lips as she imagined the thought. Leading Eris and Alex by the hand to an orgy and watching them get all flustered. Getting to see them let loose and have fun, enjoying themselves as they slowly let go of their shame. Then, all of them walking back in the morning with their same clothes while disheveled and well-fucked. Holding Eris’s hand and giving her a reassuring kiss whenever she got a little bit too embarrassed about it. Going back to her dorm and having a nice little relaxing session with just the two of them, then cuddling and holding each other until they were finally ready to continue their day.

Jasmine froze. Alex was there too, right?

Of course- yeah. Alex was in that sweet little session and then they were all cuddling together. Jasmine could absolutely picture it now. She could see the image in her mind as clear as a sunny day.

But it couldn’t make her ignore the fact she had to remind herself to add Alex.

Fuck.

Jasmine let out a sigh. The worst part about wanting to be angry about this was when she couldn’t find her anger. After all, how would it feel if it were the other way around? If Eris had eyes only for Alex, and Jasmine had to deal with being the extra wheel.

Dammit, empathy really was a bitch sometimes. Maybe Nima was onto something. Maybe understanding how other people felt was overrated.

Jasmine dropped the brush back onto the counter with a little more force than necessary. Fuck it. Trying to make peace with a girlfriend-turned-regular-friend at an orgy absolutely wasn’t the appropriate place to do it, but she was beyond caring. Actually, given the situationship regarding them and Eris, an orgy was likely the best place to do it.

Ugh, why did feelings and shit have to be so complicated? Whatever- there were other matters Jasmine needed to worry about, first.

Fifteen minutes later, Jasmine was stepping through the door to Sector Saez’s administrative building- one she’d been in far too much these last two weeks. Before the lady at the front desk could say anything, Jasmine blurted out firmly.

“The dean. Is he occupied?”

“I don’t believe so, Miss Kerrot. What is this about-”

Jasmine turned and walked down the hall towards the stairs, leaving the conversation and promptly travelling up to the third floor. A number of the Syndicate staff glanced and took note of her presence, almost all of which Jasmine recognized in passing. Not enough to know any of their names, but people who’d been in the building whenever she or the others had meetings with Professor Kull. Well, except for a younger, black-haired woman in a little bit of a rush towards the stairs, brushing past Jasmine with a ‘Sorry’. That didn’t deter Jasmine whatsoever, who strode calmly and purposefully towards the closed office door. Not a single moment passed after the Berserker’s respectful knocking before the dean’s voice chirped up.

“Enter.”

Jasmine did so, closing the door behind her and taking a straightened stance as the man behind the desk spoke flatly.

“At ease, Kerrot. I am aware that you explained your formal relationship with Miss Qualley ended, so your damaging of Mrs. Elmas and Mr. Kerrot’s temporary housing last night will be excused and treated as a warning. If you lash out and cause damage to Syndicate property or personnel again without due reason, there will be punishments. Is that understood?”

“Understood, sir.”

“Good.” The man breathed out calmly. “We have no reports of anomalies within Miss Kadell’s magical items, but there may be a new theory that we will begin to put thought towards once I finish filing this report. It likely has little in the way of something we can use to aid Miss Kadell escape the Obelisk, but it may lead to a number of possibilities and research opportunities when she is out.”

“Thank you for the update, sir, but that’s not why I’m here.”

A curious eyebrow raised. “Then why don’t you enlighten me, First-Year Trainee Kerrot?”

Jasmine blinked a few times, swallowed nervously, then let out a small sigh.

“I am formally requesting to have the magical dildo and strap-on that Eris made returned to me. I understand that you confiscated many of her creations for research, but two weeks should have been more than enough time to get whatever information you needed out of it. She made it for me, and I want it back.”

The dean gave a short sigh and leaned back in his chair. A moment of quiet contemplation passed.

“You obviously want it back because you intend on using it. I have no ill will towards you or any student engaging in sexual activities, but I would like to propose a counter-offer.”

Jasmine remained silent. Professor Kull continued.

“We have conducted our own research on Miss Kadell’s crafts, but we are being wary and restrictive with the lust-infused Phallus Philters because of our currently limited stock. With no clear idea on how long it will take Miss Kadell to escape the Obelisk and officially work with us in our matters of research, we have only decided to use two of the twelve vials so far. One was to discover the undisclosed minimum duration of the potion’s effects, which was eight hours. The other we attempted to reverse the alchemical process and deconstruct the potion back into the base ingredients to see if there was any notable change carried over. The potion rejected the deconstruction process and turned completely mundane, much like any other Artificer item the Syndicate attempted to take apart and extract the magic from.”

“What exactly are you wanting me to do?” Jasmine asked warily. The professor paused for a moment like he was trying to find a formal string of words to use, then cleared his throat.

“The research division was requesting a volunteer to ingest one of the potions, and then aid in multiple different tests over the potion’s duration. Tests such as how the magic of direct Artificer manipulations interacts with that of regular Gifted via potion mixing, and if it is in any way capable of overpowering crafts made by regular Gifted if their effects would conflict.”

“You want me to drink Eris’s dick potion so your scientists can run experiments on me?”

Professor Kull blinked. “In crude terms, yes. I believe I can arrange for your toy to be returned regardless, but I may very well be able to expedite the process if you assist in research. I also wanted to extend this offer to you in particular because of my understanding of your personal matters and apprehensions of your biological gender. I assumed that you would be interested.”

Jasmine tried not to look too awestruck. “Uh- yeah. Yes… sir.”

The dean nodded. “You will continue your daily life as normal while under the effects of the potion, under three very specific conditions. You will report back here each morning for a scheduled appointment to run whatever tests or experiments the researchers deem useful, and you will keep explicit and studious track of each and every single one of your ejaculations. Lastly, you will not consume any alchemical products or food made by a crafter unless specifically instructed to. Each of your meals will be completely nonmagical and will be provided to you.”

“Because you don’t know how an ingested lust-infused Artificer creation will interact with ingested Gifted creations and the magic might flip out?”

Professor Kull nodded. “Smart girl. There may be other rules presented to you by the researchers should you choose to accept, but I presume that they won’t be very difficult to follow through on. Do you accept this offer and volunteer to assist in this research?”

Jasmine nodded. “Yes, sir.”

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Jasmine hadn’t exactly been one to get embarrassed about sexual stuff, but sitting on the edge of a padded clinic chair in a room full of Syndicate researchers and the literal dean of the sector with nothing but a shirt on while they all stared at her half-nudity was certainly something. However, the glass vial filled with inky blue liquid was held in her fingers, the cork already pulled. She let out a little sigh, then tipped it into her mouth and swallowed quickly.

Once again, that overwhelming sense of pure tingling washed over her tongue and down her throat- like the pins and needles if she sat on her hand but multiplied by ten. Just like that day, the sensation crawled down her body and eventually landed on her bare pelvis before going completely numb. Instead of feeling the change, she could only watch it.

A pussy that never should have been hers zipping up closed until only a teeny-tiny hole remained, with that then forming the urethra of a shaft that extended outwards like a sewing needle poking through fabric. Further and further, inch after inch until a cock that was visually identical to the one Jasmine had that day now sprouted from between her thighs- painfully erect and in plain sight of about a dozen scientists all staring astutely.

“Alright, what’s the first test?” the Berserker asked while the numbness faded completely and the cool air of the room tingled on her cock. The lead scientist, some older brunette woman with strands of silver poking through her hair, cleared her throat.

“Semen samples. Because our only real test was determining the minimum duration and orgasms extended the timer, our subject wasn’t allowed to provide us with her sperm.”

Jasmine looked around the dozen-or-so researchers all staring at her, along with the dean of Sector Saez. “Uhh, is there a cup and a washroom or something…?”

A different woman, this one a younger blonde than the first woman and maybe in her mid-twenties, walked forward with a blush across her face that she was obviously trying to hide as to remain professional. In her hands, however, was something most assuredly not professional. At least, not normally.

It was a fleshlight.

A red rubber sleeve about six inches in length with a simple opening on one end and a plastic cup of some sort attached to the other- a collection area for the ‘finish’. The researcher holding it couldn’t meet Jasmine’s eyes.

“We’ll be extracting the samples manually. The potion also says it provides a boost to Pleasure, and we need to try and document how that is presented. I’ll be doing the extraction, and you will be describing the sensation to the best of your ability to the other researchers.”

Jasmine took a long look at all of the people in the room, finally landing Professor Kull. “This is so weird to be doing in front of my military principal.”

The man gave a small nod, and thankfully Jasmine could see a twinge of awkwardness in it. The situation wasn’t completely lost in his formality, which was a bit of relief. If he had been staying completely professional through everything, that would have only made it even weirder.

“Given Miss Kadell’s chosen sin, I expect a lot of people will need to become comfortable and casual around sexual acts. As strange as this is, these tests are ultimately for research so we should try to remain professional despite their inherent nature.”

The blonde with the fleshlight stepped forward until she was standing just beside Jasmine’s chair. Because it was actually a fairly tall chair, Jasmine was still taller than the woman who had to look up at her.

“I’m going to begin now, okay Miss Kerrot?”

Jasmine gave a shrug and a nod, though she couldn’t hide the way her large cock twitched. The blonde visibly swallowed, then twisted the fleshlight and used one gloved hand to spread the plain-looking entrance apart with her fingers and check the inside. It also allowed Jasmine to see strings of lubricant had already coated the bumpy inner walls. The researcher then checked the transparent plastic cup affixed to the other end and made sure it was secure before her eyes turned back towards nine-ish inches.

Jasmine, for her part, opted to stare at the ceiling. It was too weird to try and make eye contact with any of the researchers as a warm, soft, latex-gloved hand gingerly wrapped around the base of her cock. However, a voice from beside her chirped up.

“How does that feel?”

Right. Descriptions.

Jasmine swallowed.

“Uhh, it’s nice. Your hand is soft and warm. It’s… soothing?”

“And this?”

Jasmine felt the woman’s hand slide down, gingerly rubbing over clean-shaven skin until the Berserker’s new testicles were resting in the blonde’s palm. Jasmine let out a little sigh of pleasure as her most sensitive bits were cradled gently.

“Nice. Very nice. It’s a little cold in here, and that’s really warm.”

“Please continue to describe as best you can, Miss Kerrot.”

Then, Jasmine felt the opening to the toy touch the tip of her cock and part around the head. Part of her had expected it to be cold, which only made her sigh of relief even more genuine when it wasn’t. Obviously, whatever lubricant they filled the thing with had been pre-heated because the sensation wrapping around the head of her cock was delightfully hot, tight, and wet. Distinctly artificial and smoother than a real pussy, but nice nonetheless.

“Ooh, it’s sensitive,” she breathed. “Even more than two weeks ago and that was my first time with a dick.”

Jasmine genuinely couldn’t help but sigh out a little more as the toy continued to go down, wrapping inch after inch of her length. The inside of the fleshlight was filled with little bumps and nubs and ridges that caused extra bits of wonderful friction. Jasmine found her hips idly wiggling, wanting to thrust up into the toy but willing herself to stay seated. When the toy was fully nestled, Jasmine felt the very tip of her cockhead starting to press against a small hole on the other end of the rubber sheath- the one leading into the cum receptacle. There was still the bottom third of Jasmine’s cock revealed as the toy was too small to fully encase her entire length, but two-thirds was obviously more than enough as the researcher gave a slight twist to her wrist to rotate the toy as she dragged it back up towards the Berserker’s tip.

“Miss?”

Jasmine winced, having gone completely silent. “Fuck- sorry. It feels good. Like, really good. Definitely better than I assume a toy normally should.”

“In what way, specifically?” one of the researchers asked. Jasmine’s jaw slacked for a moment as she struggled to find words.

“I- uhh… I dunno? It’s not like there’s anything special or weird going on with the toy, it’s just like my sensitivity got cranked up an extra few notches. I can really feel it.”

Jasmine could feel the strain and tension starting to build in the testicles still being cradled by a warm, gloved hand. She cooed in response when the researcher gingerly started massaging her sack with a thumb, and her cock throbbed in the toy. Jasmine did manage to peek back down with brightening cheeks towards the faces of the people watching her and provide a humoured smile.

“If I blow too quick, remember that this is only my second time with a dick and I haven’t cum in weeks.” Jasmine chuckled to herself, then let out another sigh as the blonde researcher’s pace in jacking her off with the fleshlight increased. “Fuck- that’s sensitive. I’m not gonna last much longer.”

The blonde did nod and tilt her eyes up towards Jasmine, but blushed and instantly turned her gaze away. She did, however, continue the thrusting of the red rubber toy to the growing squirms of the Berserker in the chair. Never in her life did Jasmine ever imagine that she would end up drinking a magical dick potion and then get jacked off for science by researchers of a military organization. Yet here she was, in a chair with her dick out in front of her principal and about to bust in a little over a minute.

When the woman holding the toy increased her pace and twisting even further whilst massaging Jasmine’s sack with her free hand, there wasn’t any chance of continuing to hold on. Jasmine groaned and let out a pleasured sigh, fingers gripping tight to the edges of the chair and abdomen rippling as her length started pulsing and spasming. The toy was pushed down about as far as it would go, until Jasmine’s cockhead was poking through the smaller hole on the other side and clearly spurting out rope after rope of thick white cream into the plastic cap. The researcher didn’t completely stop the toy, however. Instead of thrusting and potentially causing some of the Berserker’s finish to not accumulate in the cup, she twisted her wrist to rotate the toy around Jasmine’s length. The nubs, bulbs, ridges and divots on the inside continued to add their delightful friction and entice out more of the girl’s climax.

The throbbing continued for a while, eventually tapering off as Jasmine panted. The researcher gently released her balls, then tilted the toy down as she pulled it free to ensure that any cum in the cup didn’t flow back down into the fleshlight. Jasmine’s still-hard member flopped back down once it fell out of the toy, glistening and shiny with lube. Then, the woman detached the cup from the toy and handed it over to a different researcher who stepped up and looked at the quantity inside.

“That’s quite the volume. Should be plenty for analysis and insemination.”

That made Jasmine blink. “Insemination?”

A pause fell over the room. The graying-hair lead researcher then cleared her throat and took a single step forward.

“Part of our research with Miss Kadell’s items is to determine how they differentiate from those made by normal Gifted- particularly with those infused with Lust. However, most of the other tests would involve conflicting magic, and we don’t want to take any risks that would cause the potion to end early. Therefore, we are performing whatever experiments while we can guarantee the potion lasts, one of which is the bearer’s ability to impregnate others.”

The Berserker’s eyes widened. “Uhh… excuse me?”

The woman sighed. “There isn’t a very high amount of fluctuation in how Miss Kadell’s version of the potion could differentiate from that of a normal variation that isn’t immediately obvious. However, one effect that is consistent with all Phallus Philters, regardless of their creator, duration, or permanancy, is that the consumer’s sperm bears the DNA of the individual that provided the semen for the crafting reagent, not the consumer itself. Furthermore, that sperm is completely neutralized and incapable of fertilization of eggs.”

The woman gently grabbed the quarter-full cup of cum that had a lid put on it from the other researcher, then looked at it.

“Given the fact that the potion was directly imbued with Lust and Miss Kadell is empowered by the sin itself, we at the research division are operating under the belief that her creations may not have those same limitations.”

“You want to see if my semen can get someone pregnant?”

“Through multiple tests of varying circumstance,” the older woman said. “This sperm will be divided between four different females, all willing volunteers. One is a non-Gifted that will not be on any form of birth control, and one is a non-Gifted that will be under the effect of a birth control potion. The other two will be under similar conditions- one on birth control and one without, but both will be Gifted. This will not only test to see if Miss Kadell’s Phallus Philters are able to incite pregnancy, but also if it is able to overcome traditional preventatives made by regular Gifted. Furthermore, it will also determine how the semen interacts with Gifted itself. We plan to repeat the same experiment but with a non-Gifted as the consumer and see if there are any changes to the results.”

Jasmine awkwardly rubbed the back of her neck. “Okay, so is that everything you need from me for now, or…?”

The still-unnamed head researcher cleared her throat and visibly prepared herself for her next statement.

“Not quite. Although we are going to artificially inseminate four females, we also wish to explore a less-scientific path of research. Given what we know about the Echoes of the old world, the ways that their sins affect themselves and the world wasn’t always in black and white. We believe that if Miss Kadell’s Lust-infused Phallus Philters are able to incite pregnancy, it might not be the case unless the Lust of a sexual act is actually taken into account. Because of that, we are inclined to test both artificial and natural insemination for the possibility of impregnation.”

Jasmine raised an eyebrow. “Uhh…”

The Berserker took notice of Professor Kull leaving the room, along with most of the other researchers including the blonde one that effectively jacked her off. When the door closed, only four remained, all standing behind the head scientist. Each of them were in varying states of blush, further allowing Jasmine to piece together what was being implied. Meanwhile, the older woman continued.

“First-Year Trainee Kerrot, these are four volunteers from the Syndicate Research Division willing to participate in this experiment. Corporal Marianne Mentra, eleventh level War Caster. Sergeant Patricia Lanes, non-Gifted. Private Grace McMerkel, tenth level Artisan. Private Riley Speranza, non-Gifted.”

Jasmine looked over each of the four women, one of them she recognized as the one she brushed past when first going towards Professor Kull’s office- medium black hair with brown eyes and freckles.

“Mentra and Lanes are on specially-made birth control potions. You, Miss Kerrot, are going to be engaging in intercourse with all four of the volunteers and ejaculating inside each of them. We will then monitor their conditions in the coming days, along with the four who were inseminated artificially to determine if Miss Kadell’s potions are indeed capable of causing pregnancies when normal versions of the exact same alchemical product can’t.”

The Berserker blinked several times. “Oh.”