Echoes Of The Seven

The head researcher did leave the room to give Jasmine and the four women some privacy, which Jasmine wasn’t sure whether she was thankful for or not. On one hand, having other people in the room studying everything would be beyond weird. On the other hand, it would also have helped to keep the idea of ‘research’ in Jasmine’s mind. By leaving her alone with the four volunteers, it really did seem like it was less of a scientific experiment and more of a court-mandated orgy. One of the women, the black-haired one with glasses, did clear her throat. She looked to be no older than twenty-two; probably just graduated, if Jasmine had to take a guess.

“If you’re apprehensive about this, you don’t need to be.”

Jasmine raised an eyebrow, and the girl blushed before continuing. “I mean, us four are all willing. If we had a problem with the sex, then we wouldn’t have signed up to volunteer. The Syndicate isn’t forcing us to do anything we don’t want to do, and the bonus pay is really nice, too. If it also helps with the research of Artificers and consequently aids Eris in ending the Hollow, even better.”

It was hard for Jasmine to find her voice. “And if I do actually manage to get you pregnant?”

A different volunteer, one a little bit older than the first- placing her perhaps around thirty- with caramel skin and brown hair pulled into a tight bun, offered an awkward smile. “Well, my husband and I were already talking about trying for a kid, so it’s not exactly like I wasn’t prepared for the next stage. Plus, if you do manage to do it, the Syndicate’s pretty much going to cover everything expense-wise. Either I have a kid with my husband and pay out of pocket, or I do it with you and have a chance to get a kid anyway, get pretty much every medical benefit possible, and not have to pay a single moon.”

“That’s…” Jasmine began, “optimistic?”

The brunette shrugged, and the third volunteer chimed in. Black hair, pale skin and fairly young, just like the first, but no glasses. “I’m not going to pretend that I honestly believe having sex is going to make a difference compared to doing this more… clinically, but I’m still willing to help eliminate a possibility. If the researchers think acting slutty is going to make Lust magic stronger, so be it.”

The fourth pushed up her glasses and brushed aside a few loose strands of ginger hair. “I mean, the concept has historical merit. There have been tales of non-Echoes in the old world managing to use magic either borrowed, given, or stolen from Echoes, sometimes to even greater effect than the Echoes themselves. Baron Kegmire-”

The brunette rolled her eyes. “Ugh, not this again…”

“There is no historical evidence whatsoever that Kegmire was an Echo,” the redhead insisted, “yet he stole the armour of Manner, the Paladin of Hate, and bathed in the entrails of tortured children before laying waste to the entire city of Ancient Agdamen. Not even Manner himself has recorded feats of power greater than that, and he was the Echo, not Kegmire. It lends credence to the idea that the magic of Echoes was tied more closely to the sin itself than the person.”

“What Patsy’s trying to imply,” the brunette chuckled then turned to Jasmine, “is that she’s a firm believer in what I deem the ‘Sluts of Lust’ theory. The theory that even if Eris is the only one that explicitly gets stronger based on Lust, her magic itself and her items do, too- beyond whatever effects that imbuing them with Lust would normally add.”

Of course, Jasmine was a little more distracted by the brunette reaching to the front button of her pants and popping them open while she spoke.

“Presumably, giving a virgin a Lust-infused war axe that makes them hornier with every attack and heals them every time they cum wouldn’t be nearly as effective as giving that same axe to a whore that fucks themself on the handle every night. The more that sin is embraced, the more effective that sinful magic becomes as a result. By that same extent, a potion that gives someone a dick might only be ‘strong enough’ to knock a girl up when the water comes right from the hose, if you’re picking up what I’m putting down.”

At the word ‘down’, the researcher unceremoniously hooked thumbs under her waistband and shoved her pants to the floor. Feet wrestled with each other for a moment to push off shoes, but after a few seconds the bottomless brunette stepped out of her pants. She looked back up at Jasmine with a shrug and a smile.

“Riley Speranza, but just call me Riley. We’ll keep ranks and formality out of this for right now. Redhead brainiac’s Patsy. Freckled glasses over there is Grace, and Miss ‘I don’t believe in this theory but I’ll spread my legs anyway’ is Mary.”

Grace, the black-haired one Jasmine saw leaving the Dean’s office upstairs, blushed. “Could you be any more tactful?”

Riley laughed and pulled off her shirt to reveal her caramel skin leading up a delicious-looking body topped with a very simple grey bra. “Hey, I’m just making the most of the situation. We all signed up for this and were told to- and I quote- ‘Be enthusiastic for more reliable results’. If we’re being completely honest here, the ‘scientific’ way to do this may literally be to tie our studly lab rat here to the chair then ride her one by one until she’s drier than the Kandar desert and we’re all leaking from whatever holes we got. We aren’t just supposed to be slutty- we’re being slutty for science.”

Jasmine, who was still more than a little bewildered, managed to let out a little chuckle. “I’m starting to like science.”

Riley reached behind her, unhooked her bra, then slid it off her shoulders slowly before dropping the cloth to the floor. Her smaller breasts were a little bit saggy, and there was a slight plumpness to her stomach that was about as clear of an indication that she wasn’t Gifted as anything could possibly be. Regardless of the changes it made to people’s bodies, the Gifting always, without fail, sculpted people to perfect shape and kept them that way. Not everyone had chiselled six-packs, but there wasn’t a single Gifted in the world that had a double-chin or needed to loosen a notch on their belt after a big meal. Riley wasn’t ‘out-of-shape’ in any sense of the phrase, but there was a distinct softness to her figure that anyone else Jasmine saw at Marrix most definitely lacked. The darker-skinned girl then turned to the other researchers which gave Jasmine a clear view of a very respectable butt.

“You know, it’s gonna be a lot harder for her to try her damndest to knock us all up if you three don’t start stripping, too.”

Patsy wore a blush about as bright as her hair, but awkwardly started lifting her shirt. “I can’t believe I’m doing this…”

Riley laughed. “I know, right? Getting explicit permission from the Syndicate to fuck while on-duty and getting paid for it? It’s exciting.”

Mary shrugged and started going for the button on her pants. “That’s certainly a word to describe it.”

“Well, however you want to describe it, I think I may as well have my turn first while you three are getting ready.” Riley sauntered over towards Jasmine with a giddy, horny smile. The brunette’s hand draped down and dragged a single fingernail over the Berserker’s bare thigh, all the way up until it tickled the length of Jasmine’s cock. It was quickly replaced by a soft, very warm grip as Riley’s fingers wrapped around the shaft and the older woman leaned in with a whisper.

“When I told my husband I was considering signing up as a volunteer for this, he told me to fuck whatever girl they got as the lab rat like I was eighteen again.”

Jasmine looked up from Riley’s breasts with a smile, hands moving on their own to land on the woman’s waist. “Is that so?”

Riley hummed a noise of confirmation. “He also told me to do whatever it possibly takes to get us an all-expenses-paid baby and I want the exact same thing. If I need to be a dirty little slut so you can pump me full of your thick, hot cream and knock me up, then I’ll do anything my hung stud needs, mmkay?”

Holy.

Shit.

Jasmine wasn’t usually one to get thrown onto the back foot, but she found herself gulping and giving a quick nod. Riley gave a sultry smile that sent shivers through Jasmine’s chest. “Alright, big girl. Let’s make sure you’re nice and lubed up.”

The next thing Jasmine knew, Riley was crouching down in front of the Berserker’s chair, guiding the girl’s legs to spread further and make room for a shockingly horny researcher. At first, Jasmine wanted to chirp up and say that her cock was still slick from the lubrication of the fleshlight. Then, she wanted to say that when the task was to try and impregnate this random woman, a blowjob had nothing to do with the end result. After that, it ticked in her mind that if the ‘Lust makes Lust stronger’ part of things really was true, then getting her dick sucked might genuinely have been more important for the assignment than she previously thought. That only meant Jasmine’s hands slid up Riley’s body as the thirty-something-year-old woman dropped to her knees and proceeded to gently rub a thumb over Riley’s cheek. Jasmine smiled.

“You better put those lips to good use then.”

There wasn’t a word that could properly describe the way that Riley’s eyes twinkled with pride and horny excitement. The woman’s smile broke open with a tongue that made contact with the base of Jasmine’s cock, then licked all the way up to the cockhead before dancing at the urethra and absorbing whatever precum resided there. One hand gripped around the base of the Berserker’s cock flattened out against Jasmine’s pelvis, with only Riley’s thumb and middle finger forming a ring around the shaft. Riley then leveraged the cock upwards and stared wide-eyed at the length.

“Fuck, that’s a lot. I don’t think I can take it all.”

“But you’re gonna try, right?” Jasmine asked with a cocky grin. Riley’s eyes narrowed in confidence and she returned with a grin of her own.

“You’re damned right I am. Gotta make my husband proud.”

Well, at least they’re happy and open with their marriage, Jasmine thought. She was perfectly fine with the idea of hooking up with random women, and the even crazier idea of potentially knocking them up, but not if it ruined relationships. Hearing that this lady on her knees in front of her was probably going to tell every detail to her husband later sent odd tingles through Jasmine’s chest. It was hot.

Not that she could focus on it much, since Riley’s mouth opened wide, lips parted around the tip of Jasmine’s cock, and the woman’s mouth slid down.

It was warm- much more than the fleshlight. Jasmine’s cockhead was suddenly engulfed in heat, wetness, and soft pleasure as a tongue started swirling around her tip. That tongue then slid further along the shaft as Riley pushed her face an inch. Then another. Then anoth-

Jasmine felt Riley’s throat close up and push back as soon as she made contact. The woman pulled back a quarter-inch and held for a number of moments, carefully breathing through her nose while obviously preparing herself to continue. All Jasmine could do was curl one hand a little further back. She wasn’t quite able to drag her fingers through Riley’s hair because of how absurdly tight the woman’s bun was. However, that prompted Riley to chuckle around Jasmine’s cock (which was a delightfully strange sensation), then reach back with the hand she had braced on the Berserker’s thigh. The hair tie holding her bun in place was expertly dislodged and dark brown hair fluttered around her shoulders- not quite falling in front of her face since Jasmine was now holding it back. It was pleasantly soft under her fingers- Riley obviously took care of her hair.

However, the next moment was accompanied by an insistent push forward- one that made Jasmine’s cocktip slip just past the barrier leading into the woman’s throat. It was tight- rippling around the first inch of Jasmine’s cock, and then the second. Riley’s face was a mask of determination, eyes focused squarely onto Jasmine’s pelvis as her progress abruptly slowed. A not-so-great sound choked out from Riley’s throat, Jasmine watched the woman’s eyes water, and Riley backed off until she came away with a gasping cough. Jasmine’s cock was shiny and slimy, save for the last two and a half inches or so.

“Fuck!” Riley sputtered, wiping away tears with one hand. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had one this big. I can’t do it.”

“Is that really what you think?” Jasmine purred, gently scratching the older woman’s scalp with the fingers still combing through her hair. Riley looked up, eyes watering. Jasmine just smiled, eyes locking briefly onto the hand that Riley was wiping away tears with.

A hand with a simple yet obviously meaningful silver ring.

“I think you can do it, and you know why?”

“Why?”

“Because your husband would be disappointed if you got to play with such a big dick and had to give up halfway.”

Riley blinked, and for a single split-second, Jasmine thought she crossed a line. After all, she was just trying to play on what had already been established in order to get Riley excited. The overhanging thought that Jasmine was going to fuck and try to knock up someone’s wife was beyond arousing, and it seemed to get this woman a bit hot and bothered, too. Playing into her marriage was just part of that.

Then, Riley’s face visibly flushed, her eyes glanced back down to Jasmine’s cock, and the woman’s lips parted ever-so-slightly as she idly licked them. Jasmine grinned.

“You want to be able to go home to your husband and tell him all about this, but you want to be able to tell him that his perfect wife is such a good little slut that she could take my big dick all the way. That even if it didn’t fit, you were such a whore that you made it happen anyway because you’re a perfect cocksleeve.”

Riley gulped in nervousness, though eyes were hungry and affixed on the meat in front of her. Jasmine chuckled.

“But we both know that this isn’t even about your husband, is it?”

Riley suddenly looked up, confused. Jasmine just caressed a thumb over the woman’s cheek.

“You want a baby. You want to be fucked and filled with cum until you’re knocked up, all so you can get that lovely little belly of yours nice and round. You want to be a mommy, and you don’t even care who’s baby it is- you just want to bring another life into the world.”

Riley swallowed, then nodded quickly. Jasmine flexed her pelvis, causing her cock to bob up and down right in front of the woman’s eyes. They followed it like bees to a flower. Jasmine leaned in just a touch and lowered her voice.

“Well, if the ‘Sluts of Lust’ theory is right, then that means this dick right here can give you that baby you want so very much. Everything you want, right in front of your face. But it’s only gonna give you what you want if you prove that you’re the whore that can take it.”

Jasmine watched Riley shudder. The Berserker decided to go for the kill- gently pulling Riley’s face forward until her lips were pressing once again into the head of the cock ready to meet them.

“If you can swallow down all of me, then I won’t let you go home until you’re pregnant with a kid that isn’t your husband’s. That much I promise.”