Hearts, Spells & Passion Ch. 18-20

18 -- Talks and negotiations

The ruinous basement glowed with dim blue light. The residual arcane light pulsed faintly, and dust settled and drifted when she, the spook, the ghoulish specter, moved around.

Rennia, bare-bottomed, hid her cock away and had curled into the corner of the room like she had been scolded. She was tense and emotionally confused. She stared at the snow-white thing that teased her, made fun of her, and haunted her.

Everywhere she had tried crawling, the ghost would follow. The specter was translucent, but less so in her genital area. The spook was indeed another "futanari", and if what she believed was true: then she was looking at the "Master."

Rennia was shaking, one hand over her knee and the other over her penis. The ghost kept moving back and forth, fidgeting and thinking. She half wished she had brought salt down here with her; maybe that would chase the fiend away.

Salt? Her meat was salted? Would that be enough, throw the spook with salted meat and hope the pork sends her away? No. Probably not.

"Soooo, if you could explain to me why you came here, why you stumbled down here, and why you look like Ilna, that would be very nice. I was in a slumbering state for the last few months, and I didn't wake until I felt a massive sexual energy surge through my surroundings. Unfortunately, I've been left trapped in this state for years."

Sexual energy? What the fuck did that mean.

Rennia looked away. She wished she had a blanket to cover herself with. If she didn't look or see or cover her eyes, the succubus wouldn't get her.

The ghost raised her voice. "Do I need to repeat myself? Why the hell are you here!" Her voice echoed off the wall, and Rennia snapped.

She shouted in turn. "I WAS SENT HERE FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE!"

"Oh? By whom?"

"My mother, Ilna Perillion."

The ghost snickered, "So my suspicions are correct. Then you are her daughter, because I know she has brothers but no sisters. It's amazing really, you look like a pair of twins, although she was a bit older the last time I had seen her. Say, are you an only child?"

"What?" Rennia moped. "Oh, no. Are you the Master?"

"The master? What... Oh, yes, I was her master, and she was my student in the art of being a high adventurer, only the best. Then we broke off after we destroyed the dark queen and her psychotic army."

Rennia's eyes narrowed. "The dark queen? The demon Queen? The darklord?"

"Yes, your mother never told you? Well, actually she slew the witch, but it was my quest. But then they ended up giving your mother all the credit, and so she became a hero, let it get to her head. She disappeared, abandoned me. Abandoned our love. Even our fun." She wiggled her ghostly thighs, and the lance between them flopped up and down.

Rennia's head hurt. Some things didn't add up, and some revelations had been made. Her mother was a hero? The hero of the kingdom? That sounded like some bullshit. Straight-up nonsense, hogwash.

"You're speaking out of your backside. You're lying. Making stuff up to torment me, play with my head. Trying to curse me. I see you for what you are. Lich-thing!"

The ghost started giggling. "Honey, if I was a lich, you would be dead. Lying? Now, who walks into someone else's domain and starts accusing people of lying? A disingenuous little brat like you, and who gave you the right to walk around naked in my tavern!"

Rennia's cheeks lit up, she was taking a bath in the absurdly huge, kitchen sink but did she have a choice, she smelled like rat blood. "I... I can explain all that."

"Can you? Honestly, you disgust me Perillion girl." The ghost turned up her nose.

"Huh!" Rennia was taken aback. She was disgusting? She supposed it was true relative to the position she was in a few minutes ago, but there were very little choices here.

Her stress had started subsiding; the woman wasn't so scary, maybe comically weird, never mind the fact that the specter was sporting a cock. Shouldn't more spirits be naked like this one, who dies and haunts with their clothes on anyway.

"What do you mean 'huh'? Do you know what it's like to be trapped in this state? Astral projection isn't an easy skill, and having to do it for years is utterly painful. Having nothing and no one to have sex with except wandering goblin girls. It's infuriating. This was all that mage's fault, now. She blew up my tavern; I was caught in the blast. Years of doing nothing but wandering these grounds. I have been waiting years. Years. For someone to help me. The last person who came down here ran with their tail tucked. And none of my companions came looking. I'm furious, but first..."

Rennia couldn't make sense of half her ramble. But the spirit was stirring, no, the spirit was stroking her penis slowly and staring strangely at Rennia. Her face sharpened, and then she hovered over to her.

"First?"

"First, listen, let's negotiate..."

"What's there to negotiate? Go back to the other side, to whatever place you're supposed to be at."

"I would, if I was dead. I'm not. Do you know what astral projection means? You moron. My body is immortal, but enough damage can still knock me out. I had to do it to not succumb spiritually from the mage's mana. I need energy to stay conscious, sexual energy."

Rennia gulped. "You don't mean..."

"Yes, I need your energy. You've been sent here for a reason. Why is that?"

Rennia frowned. She didn't know if she could trust this woman, but her options were limited. "I was exiled, but before that happened, this... penis grew out of me. I ate a fruit of Eve; my friend and I both did, and they took her away as well. My mother sent me here. Said someone would train me. You? I thought. I guess not."

"Hold on a minute, before you draw "hasty" conclusions. Exile is a little excessive. Hereditary futanarism isn't exactly common. You were exiled from where?"

"Kibblestadt. I went mad; the person I had a crush on, he saw me with my friend. I ran after him; I couldn't control myself. I was..."

"Controlled by high emotions, strong emotions, compulsive sexual desires, the feeling of being possessed. Yes, I know that too well. We have much to discuss, Miss Rennia, but first, since your mother entrusted your tutelage to me, and I am in need of spiritual sustenance, would you kindly bend over?"

"Huh?"

"Here we go again. What is so unclear? I need to have sex with something, anything. Your mouth, your backside, or that tucked-away pussy. Help me, and I'll help you control your problem."

Rennia gaped, standing open-mouthed. She'd never been penetrated anally before, and much less by a spook. That would be unnatural. Sex, sex was fine. Sex with a specter or a monster was plain weird. She'd be a freak.

Her cock twitched. What did she have to lose? Her vaginal chastity, lost that long ago on a lonely night by a campfire. But to do this with a ghost?

She pondered. Goblins were apparently in the surrounding area. There were giant rat tunnels below her. She had lost most of her class levels. Tiamael had abandoned her for days and wouldn't be back for who knows how long. "Ilna" sent her here, knowing she'd be taken by this strange woman. What did she have to lose? She had already lost Lyanna and most of her friends and Edric. She had nothing going for her; her reputation was gone. What was a little intimate encounter with the devil?

She took a deep breath and put her hands on the first step of the stairs, looking back at the specter who waited behind her. Her cock dropped down.

Oh my goddess. What am I doing.

The specter smiled at her. Her large penis was dangling; Rennia had never taken something like that before. But it was throbbing, and some part of her, some hidden part of her, wanted that cock in her.

"Yes, submissive, just how I like it. Now, squeeze for your lady Ishmere."

19 -- Ectoplasm

The air had thickened down here, and Rennia had started feeling claustrophobic. Ishmere's misty body had started stabilizing, not quite solid but enough to touch her body. She had become more defined.

Light bent around her, and her silver-white hair strands seemed to grow. Her breasts jiggled very softly, and she moved closer. But the massive cock she held between her legs seemed to be the most concentrated of all. The glans was glowing like it had been hammered in a forge.

She came closer and closer until the tip of her ethereal penis touched the circumference of her ass. She felt vapor collect on her backside, coating it with some kind of ghost dust. She briefly looked away from the demon, pondering her life's choices. She wouldn't be in here had she decided to flee with Lyanna, had she coordinated better.

She wouldn't be raw, dogged by a spook.

Ishmere's eyes settled on Rennia's ass, and her grip tightened on her buttocks sharply. It was chilly cold, almost sore. She slapped Rennia once on her ass. Rennia flinched and let out a small cry.

"Ah."

"You like that, don't you, naughty adventuress."

She shifted when the spirit's very cold hands started playing with her ass, rubbing it and squeezing her behind. Her cock stiffened the moment Ishmere had slapped her butt. It was rock hard, like a piece of ice. Her breathing had intensified, and misty breath had left her mouth.

Ishmere bent over and kissed her on the cheek. It felt weightless, and yet she was pinned here, pressured by light and an illusion. The kiss felt like cold burning flame, and it made Rennia's toes curl up.

"I bet it's very tight." she teased overhead.

The cock was rubbing against her pussy, but Ishmere didn't slide it in. She brought it lower to Rennia's thighs, pressing it between, beckoning her to squeeze. The specter slid her forwards and and backwards. Ishmere bit her lips. The sensation was cold but throbbing, ready to take her.

It was like the cold has started literally fucking her.

Ishmere didn't take long to become bored with sliding. She brought her penis back to her vagina and then whispered.

"You look so much like her." The way she said, it was obsessive, like pent-up stress waiting to be released. "I can't have her, so you'll have to do."

Rennia's eyes went wide as it didn't slide, but half-phased inside of her core. She was startled. It didn't feel like flesh at first, just vibration and the sound of her body moving. Then muscle memory took over and she waited, stunned.

She jolted when Ishmere's phantom cock slid inside completely, solidifying in totality. It felt deep and probably went deeper than it should.

Her body was already trembling. Ishmere hadn't even started. "You... what are you..."

Ishmere didn't give her much chance to speak. She started grinding, slowly and in total control. Rennia felt every thrust in her body. She felt it in some places she didn't even know existed. And her body was growing colder by the second.

Ishmere intensified her thrusting and Rennia's vision blurred. All she saw in front of her was the stairs leading back upwards to the tavern, distorting as she was pushed forward. Ishmere gripped the sides of her butt, moaning and slamming her hands on her buttocks as she pounded Rennia on the stairwell.

Rennia was trembling, bearing the thrusting penetrations. Her cock was flopping up and down. It was untouched but twitching in response. Heat was building up at her tip and liquid dripped out.

Precum, from being taken in her vagnia.

Ishmere, moving back and forth, started breathing heavily, and her voice became layered, like several versions of her spoke at once. She pressed deeper and harder. Rennia moaned louder.

"Ah. Hey. I..."

Ishmere shut her up and started shouting. "Take it. Take me. Take my cock, Ilna's spawn. Get taken."

Rennia had started losing track of her thoughts. Her only active thought was how intense her body felt, and did she just slide her fingers into her backside? Language slipped out of her mouth.

"What the hell!" Rennia's body stopped obeying her. She was moaning like a feral animal, wordless whimpers. She was quivering, shaking even. She was done. Anymore and her body would break.

Ishmere didn't agree. The ghost kept slamming into her again and again. Rennia had let out her climax, and her body had responded as the spook worked her. Then with one final slam, the ghost's cock started pulsing with light. It poured into Rennia's body like ectoplasm, like energy.

Her body spasmed in response, and her own cock did something unexpected. She climaxed on both ends, spurting thick and thin liquids everywhere. Her eyes rolled back and then she fell on the floor. The room crackled, and the white firelights blazed brighter than they had before.

She felt herself grow. Mana working itself into her veins, making her stronger, scanning her. The ghost hovered over her, stroking her cock. The eight inches were shrinking, and so were Rennia's six.

Ishmere stared at her lovingly, satisfied. Her cock nearly disappeared but curled up like a little mushroom, and then clothing, actual clothes, surrounded the specter.

Rennia stared in disbelief, The ghost looked slightly less like a ghost and more real. Her feet touched the floor, and her hair gained a slightly darker silver. But her eyes were less see-through. She bent over and touched Rennia on the cheek.

"Thank you, Rennia. You've brought my consciousness back. I can think clearly again. Now..."

Rennia didn't listen to her. She was shivering as she lay on the ground, and the living system spoke to her again as the mana in her veins crackled with electricity.

[Maiden of Eros level 2] > [Maiden of Eros level 3]

[Sexual discipline (Passive) Level 1] > [Sexual discipline (Passive) Level 2]

[Attribute bonus Endurance + 1]

An attribute bonus, That was exceedingly rare, was it because of the strange circumstances of the sex or because of her subclass. But the answer to that could wake. She was leveling fast, and she had other things to worry about.

The magic in the air started dissipating, and so too did the flames after a while. The temperature grew warmer. Ishmere was warmer. The walls no longer felt so closed off. Only the silence remained, and the dust that floated upstairs like burnt ash.

She was spent. It had felt weird, but she was hollow inside. Somehow she had been roped to get involved with this woman, this master. But in that climax she felt something she hadn't in a while, something divine. Like something changed and the world still had to catch up.

She continued laying on the cold stone minutes after, panting heavily, completely numb. The spectral discharge still stuck to her and mixed with the sweat. Her cock, spent, was still twitching from the weird psychic aftershocks.

The residue, the stuff that mixed with her on the inside, strangely was keeping her warm, but it made her skin glow from the inside out. She blinked. Ishmere was still next to her but she had changed irrevocably. She was calmer and no longer just an illusion.

Rennia lifted her head, eyes unfocused. Her lips parted, the words dry and small:

"What now? Will you teach me how to deal with this? You've changed and I bet you got what you wanted, spirit."

Ishmere remained in deep thought as she stared at the now exhausted Rennia. She was more beautiful than Rennia herself, a princess or perhaps a goddess with a bad temper. But Rennia had the better "Assets".

"I'm anchored now," the ghost said. Her voice was richer, laced with gravity. "But not whole. I need to return to life. I need my body. If you can find it, bring it here. Help me conduct this, and I'll be in your debt, Rennia of Perillion."

She knelt beside Rennia, cupping her face with a hand that was not quite warm, not quite cold.

"It's Perillion, not of Perillion."

"Oh," she said in surprise. "You know not of your ancestor, the first blade of perillion, your family name is rooted in legend you know. "

Rennia didn't have the mental strength to even try and make sense of it. She'd chalk it up to there being a whole story her mother had never told her. She didn't care right now. Sex felt good, but could a woman live with a penis without living in hiding? That's what she cared about. She wanted to go adventuring again. If possible, she Lyanna one more time.

"My name is Ishmere, as I'm sure you've gathered," she said softly. "I used to be an alchemist in my first life, a mage in my second. In my third I chose immortality, and somewhere along that road, I started seeking out people like me. People born with a third appendage or who grew one through alchemical means. I hoped to establish a society of like-minded and similar folk. That all went to hell when your mother chose to destroy the queen."

Rennia listened intently. This was her history. Ishmere's history. But she was still too weak. Whatever Ishmere had done to her was draining her energy.

"But I'll tell you more about that later. Now, Rennia, I have a request to ask. You'll remember that soon."

"Your body. You want it back. I'll get it."

"Yes, but please rest first. I need to survey the ground."

"Where are you going? It's dark down here."

The spirit rose. "I must see what I can do about this place. I had a dream once. It only takes one jealous witch to burn it down." She levitated up the stairs, and the light from the basement vanished instantly. Rennia forced herself up, eager to see what she was planning.

The ghost kept speaking from afar. And Rennia changed her mind, she closed her eyes and curled up on the stone slabs of the stairs.

20 -- Back for back

Rennia had gotten up from the stairwell. When she woke, someone had covered her and tucked a pillow under her head. Part of her hoped what had happened--who knows how long ago--had been a dream. It wasn't and here she was, in the deeper inner workings of the Ebon Gild. Her lower body remained naked, her cock flaccid but exposed.

She gripped it. It felt strange and oddly wet, though no fluid was present. Maybe, just maybe a certain spectre had suckled it while she slept. No--just her imagination. She needed to cover herself. Before heading back upstairs, she stared into the basement.

Total darkness.

"Basement" was hardly an apt description. Dark as it was, this place was anything but a typical underground dwelling. Alchemical stations lined up on the walls, along with a large metal contraption that reminded her of a forge, and... were those chains and straps?

Against her better judgment, she ignored the mechanized equipment and stared at something far more curious. The basement extended deeper than she'd expected--a door stood at the far end, but she lacked the courage to explore it.

She collected herself. Perhaps Ishmere wasn't the authority figure she'd come looking for. Of course, she wasn't--she had just phantom-fucked Rennia, though she'd also been kind enough to cover her from the cold.

She needed to assess the situation more thoroughly before deciding to move in with the ghoul. It would be better than shoving a dozen goblin dicks in her mouth. Now that's a thing she hadn't tried yet.

Naughty Rennia.

A voice called out to her. She had gotten fairly quick to being alone, and now she was haunted by sex incarnate.

"Are you up, Rennia? Come here, I'd like to show you something." The spectre's echoing voice called out to her. Rennia walked up the stairs. Sunlight still blazed through the forest, but judging by the light's reflection, it was just past morning, the start of the afternoon.

Ishmere loomed near a window, hovering with her finger pointing outside the shattered pane where the forest grew thick. Rennia grabbed something flimsy to hide her genitals, then walked to the woman.

"My body lies out there. Guarded by nothing. Forgotten. Still rotting in the place where I died." Ishmere's arm lifted, finger pointed. "Go and retrieve it, my new student, so I can breathe again."

Rennia rubbed her eyes. She wanted to sit down first, gather her courage and bearings, eat something, maybe take a longer nap--definitely not deal with a desperate and horny ghost. It didn't go unnnoticed how much she had to sleep since, changing--perhaps her body was still adapting. "Right now?"

"What do you mean, right now?!" The specter shouted at her, voice distorted.

Rennia winced but decided not to take it. She was supposed to be learning how to control or remove this baggage, for gods' sake--not prance to Ishmere's every whim. "I'm human! You old hag, I need time to rest and prepare. You want me to stalk the forest unarmed and unready, after you just got what you wanted?"

Ishmere looked away, ethereal lips pouting, arms folded. Their was guilt in her eyes, but her humanity was twisted.

"We had an agreement. You help with my problems, and I'll tell you where to go from here." She approached Rennia, standing a hair's width away. "Do you think I enjoy being in this state of ectoplasmic goo? Are you aware of how uncomfortable it is? Everything is slippery, most objects are impossible to touch and hold. The only tangible thing was another person--and how many of those do you see around here?"

She gestured to the kitchen where the skeletons had lain. Rennia noticed they were all piled in one bunch--nine of them in total. The sight made her shiver. Even a novice necromancer could turn that pile of bones into an army of abominations. She'd prefer to remove them entirely from the tavern.

Six foot under.

"You want me to bring you another cadaver here? Why can't you just drift to it, do magic, and leave it there?" she asked. "I didn't ask for this. And you're agreement is shaky and non-bindable"

Ishmere smirked--not kindly.

"Because old magical rituals needs performing. Because the magic keeping me alive was designed not for one person but for a sect of mages and magicians. Because I need someone to preserve my body. And just so you know--as I've stated before--my real body couldn't decay anyway. I didn't lie when I said I was immortal. But even immortality has its limits. Magic is especially volatile, you think gods are immune. No."

Rennia had so many questions and so little time. Did she have much choice? No. Was there a way forward from here? Maybe. Could she abandon Ishmere? After what she just through, it would be for nothing.

"One more thing."

Rennia side-eyed the woman--or the spectre of one. "What is it, your ghostliness?"

"When my body is whole again, I intend to restore this establishment. My small little tavern, my Ebon Gild. And for that, I'm going to need a barmaid. Preferably one I can milk in three places. I'll need a partner too--nights can be lonely without workers. Unfortunately," she pointed to the kitchen, her voice becoming distraught, sight lingering on the pile of bones. "unfortunately my dear friend, my previous barmaid, was torched by fireball and flame. She left me here--can you believe it? I told her I could keep her here with me, that I'd make her a new body if she was patient, but she chose the afterlife instead. How boring, and how selfish."

Seeking everlasting peace was selfish? This woman was a piece of work.

Rennia met her eyes, then looked down at her bare bottom. Arousal--was her cock growing again? Part of her was intrigued. Sex, and so much of it here with Ishmere--it could be fun. It could also be disastrous. Who didn't like a lot of sex anyway? People with focus and conviction, perhaps. But no, she'd come here to be rid of her problem, not to become part of a new one. Ishmere was clearly a nymphomaniac trying to turn her into one--and it was working.

"No. Why should I? As a matter of fact, my mother Ilna sent me for a reason. Either you tell me how to get rid of this, or I'll just be wasting my time here."

Ishmere clicked her tongue. "I covered you while you slept. I was also gentle with you when I tore into you. I think you could at least have the courtesy of going through with my request."

Rennia bit her tongue and frowned. The entitlement of this dead thing was astounding. She clearly didn't have many people say no to her. No wonder none of her original party stuck around. She needed a ego check. "No. Tell me right away how to get rid of this."

"Are you sure you want the answer to that? I'm afraid if I tell you, you'd just leave."

Rennia's heart pounded. Either she got an answer right away or she wouldn't--why delay it? "Tell me the steps, and I'll pertain to the original promise."

Ishmere's face contorted and she looked away. Rennia glimpsed her emotion--eyebrows raised. Ishmere was full of it.

"I don't know why someone such as yourself would want to be free of such a blessing, but if you insist."

Silence. The spectre didn't speak, just hovered there, staring out the window.

"Well? Out with it."

Ishmere spat on the ground. "There is no way. There, I said it."

"Huh." Rennia couldn't believe it. She was just stuck with double genitals for the rest of her life, stuck being a girl with a cock. No man would look at her, and no woman would seek the masculinity hiding between her legs. She'd be living in hiding like her mother--small towns and strange favors with old men. That didn't sit right with her.

Wait? Is that why Baldeus was so fond of her mother. She thought it was simple blackmail. Did her mother entertain the Town's leader. Absolutely disgusting, one more reason to debate whether to doubt her own mother's credibility.

"Come again."

"Are you deaf, daft girl? There is no way. Now, you can lop it off if you want, but don't blame anyone for the excruciating pain, and good luck finding a flesh surgeon smart enough to move whole genitals. You could master transmutation, but do you want to use your body as an experiment? This isn't common science, you know. You're part of a very blessed bloodline--would you give that up?"

Rennia's hands trembled, and she became distraught. "But... but I can't be stuck like this. No one will want me. I am a woman, a woman has a vagina and an arsehole, not floppy cocks."

Ishmere snorted. "Do you know how many have paid for potions of hermaphroditism? Do you know how many would sell an organ to be like you? And unlike most futanari transformations, yours is rooted not in magical accident or consequence of absorping chemical sustanance--yours is rooted in divinity, Rennia of Perillion. Your bloodline is blessed by the goddess Eros herself. Would you forsake divinity to be normal?"

"That's--that's bullshit. All of it. You're a deranged spectre who refuses to die. And you're lying through your teeth, so you can get someone to do your bidding. How I was foolish enough to let you lay your wet mess inside of me, I don't know."

The accusation was weak, Ishmere didn't budge.

"Maybe, but I'm not deluded enough to deny reality. Face reality, Rennia. Your mother sent you here so you could learn to control your urges. No other reason. She sees you as a nuisance, otherwise she'd have train you herself."

Rennia dropped to her knees, hands on the ground, tears flooding from her eyelids.

"But my class--and my skills--they're all gone. I'm a pathfinder now. Barely level 5. What does that even mean? I was level 11 too. And my friends won't look at me the same anymore. Everyone knows what I did, what I became. I can't live like this--my whole life is ruined."

Ishmere knelt beside her, then pressed close and whispered in her ear. Her breath was frosty, and Rennia tried pulling away. "You don't get to make reality, Rennia--it chooses us. Maybe this isn't where you saw yourself, but listen: the way forward doesn't need to be rife with pain, grief, and suffering. Help me, and I'll help you. What do you say?"

Rennia was quiet. She didn't say anything.

She felt a spectral hand slap her on the backside of her bum, her ass cheeks jiggled more than it should. "Good girl, now get up, little exile. My body is waiting."