John’s hurried steps carried him to his apartnt within the Palace. Everyone else was right behind him, keeping up with his pace. Together they created a constant drumming on the carpet, right until they arrived at the door. Pushing down the handle, the Gar stepped inside.
Simply sitting on the couch, looking over the back when they entered, Eliza seed as normal as ever. Except for the five lines in her left eye, looking so odd among all the dots. “Fucking finally, thought I would have to sit on my ass the entire day,” she grumbled in her usual tone, wiping the remainders of tears from her eyes.
After ending the panel, John had imdiately called her, so he was already aware that those weren’t her tears. Apparently, Thana had begun crying after giving in. At the ti, he was only concerned as to why Eliza was sobbing on the phone, now he could ask the proper question. “Can you tell what happened?”
“Not much my dumbass mouth can tell you, to be completely fucking honest with you,” Eliza shrugged, pulling her legs to her chest and resting her chin on them. John soon sat down next to her, with the rest of the girls scattering throughout the room, listening quietly. “Just had that delicious looking fuck nugget sitting on the table. Then she ca crawling out like the world’s saddest legless beaver and I just let her do the fucking thing. She unwrapped it, threw it in our mouth, chewed it twice, then swallowed it like so common piece of shit candy, started to bawl and now she is fucking gone.”
“Gone gone?” John had to get very specific there.
“No, not gone gone,” Eliza conceded. “More like… even less present than before. I can’t even reach that stupid cunt. It’s like… I don’t even fucking know. Like she is putting herself into that cold-water tank you found in, but forcefully and ntally. I tried to contact her once, but all I get is a fucking translucent barrier or so shit. ntal landscapes are bullshit.”
That was, admittedly, not what John had intended with the further lding. The hope had been for Thana to co around and turning (relatively) normal in her behaviour. Instead it seed accepting her growing humanity in the slightest way had caused her depression to skyrocket. Scratching his head, John tried to understand the ramifications this could have.
‘They do say it gets worse before it gets better…’ he thought, feeling progressively worse for the goddess of genocide the more she understood the woes of being a more complex being than ‘murder everything’.
Rave picked sothing up while her boyfriend was still pondering. “Wait, ya said like your tank-thingy… so she locked herself in?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely,” Eliza confird.
“Ya telling that she can’t suddenly try to bite any of us?”
“That’s what it feels like. She would have to kick a shitload of dust up before trying to get back into control of our body.” With that little clarification had, Rave propelled herself at the blood mage and started hugging her like a long lost plushie.
“Finally, I can touch ya crazy little thing again!” the Lightbearer exclaid enthusiastically.
“What the total cock-sucking shit-fuck do you think you’re doing, you absolute slut!” Eliza scread out loud as she was assaulted by more cuddles and kisses. “Get off , I don’t deserve any of your attention, you overly nice whore!”
“Ya gonna get my attention and ya gonna like it!” Rave declared, pinning the much stronger Eliza under herself. If she had really wanted, the blood mage could have forced herself out of this at any ti. What her mouth cussed and her actions said didn’t line up, especially once she started laughing in a crazy, fulfilled way.
The best thing about all of this was that there wasn’t a single sign of things suddenly turning. Had Eliza been wrong in her assessnt, there were more than a few opening that Rave gave that would allow for her to be disembowelled or end up with half of her throat missing. Nothing like that happened. John’s girlfriend had made the bet, trusted Eliza, and won. Granted, given that John had gotten away with kissing her quite extensively this morning, the odds were quite good.
Which made John doubly sad that he had to put a slight downer on the situation. “Eliza,” he stated, his serious tone causing the two girls to stop with their fooling around. “Could you tell again whose body you have?”
“Yours, master,” she stated and then laughed maniacally. “To use however, hahahaha, you wa… pffft, nt.” John kept his eyes steady, waiting for the proper answer. Her mood suddenly swung from playful to deprecating. “Sorry, I don’t fucking know how to read the mood…” she mumbled. “It’s our… our body, mine and Thana’s…” Her voice beca quieter and she furrowed her eyebrows.
Rave backed off, the two of them sitting back upright soon. “You never before,” John said, “stated it was ‘our’ body. It was always the two of you saying it was ‘mine’.” Eliza growled at nothing in particular, angry at the fact that she hadn’t even noticed that change in her mindset until then. “Now, this doesn’t have to be cause for concern,” John persuaded her. “We always knew this was a lding process. Sothing like this was bound to happen soti down the line. Do you feel different in any other way?”
“Not really, but what is my shitty opinion worth if I can’t even keep track of what cos out of my fucking mouth?” she hissed and then made a very confused. “Umu?!” sound that was downright hilarious. Reason being that John reached over to her, gently pinched her cheeks and began to roll the soft flesh between his fingers. “Tha fuhk you doihng?” she asked, her pronunciation predictably affected.
“Touching my adorable and needlessly self-deprecating dear broken angel,” he told her, let go off her cheeks, then pulled her into his lap for his own hug. When she sat secure with her back to his chest, he enclosed her deeply between his arms, kissed her scalp a few tis and then nibbled on her ear. “Look, you need to keep a close eye on the parts of yourself I can’t see, okay, Eliza? Chances are that the last few steps of the lding have the fewest directly noticeable changes. The spikes of aggression you had before were from the urge to murder that she has now basically lost, after all.”
She heated up in his embrace. John could feel her superhuman heartbeat like a steady drum, even through two layers of clothing and her back. It was doubtful that it was just lust in play. Actually, John was pretty sure lust was the underlying emotion the pretty little psycho felt right there. “I am scared, John,” she admitted, in such a tiny voice that he couldn’t help but hold her even closer.
“We are almost through with this fusion thing between the two of you. Don’t worry, one day we’ll look back at this and be happy that we got through all of it. Nothing bad will happen.”
“How can you know that, you optimistic dumbass?!” she asked; now she was quivering as well.
“I don’t know,” he told her truthfully. “I do feel it, however. This will all pass. Because you are ant to be happy.” She let out a mocking giggle and he let her go for just as long as it took to turn her around. The tears of uncertainty were rolling over her face one by one.
“You are such a dick.” Her tone was unstable, going from shrill for one syllable, to deep and raspy for another. “You know exactly where I co from, how can you say so shit like ‘ant to be happy’?! That’s cunt-speak. You’re just an absolutely useless piece of shit… which still makes you better than !”
“That was then, this is now,” he softly retorted, again pulling her against his chest. He just had to guide her; she fell the rest of the way on her own volition. Quickly, she hid her tears in the depression of his right shoulder. With his left, he patted the back of her head.
“What’s different?”
“I am here,” he stated, his voice a firm promise. “And I am not going anywhere. Not until you are waking up next to smiling every day. Once we have achieved that…” he gently pulled her off to show her his genuine smile. “…Then I’ll still be there for you – forever. Because the only reward I want for helping you is that you stay with .”
She sniffed and blinked, a few last tears rolling down. “How about you stop making cry if that’s your goal, you absolute jackass?” she said and then let out a choked series of giggles. “Fucking fuck, do you have any idea how awfully happy I am hearing you say all of that? It’s sickening!”
“Good, that ans I got you hooked on ,” he joked and leaned in for the finishing touch. Her lips tasted of salt, no wonder with fresh tears, but behind that was the sa sweet, tal-noted taste he had always known. “You’re still my Eliza,” he whispered to her. “Never forget that. Now, do you promise you’ll keep a lookout for the other non-imdiately apparent changes, big and small?”
“Yes,” she whispered back.
“Good…” He held her for a while longer. The atmosphere was content as everyone took a collective sigh of relief, audibly or ntally. Even Scarlett could be heard grumbling sothing in the direction of ‘Thank fuck.’ Eliza’s situation had been a point of general strain in the harem at large, like having a friend that was waiting for potentially horrible dical news. Now that things looked like they had improved trendously, only ti would tell whether this current stage of peace was as reliable as it first appeared to be; there was at least an opportunity for so relaxation.
As it was, John hoped that his birthday luck continued and this was as good as it looked at first glance. The timing of this couldn’t have been much better. After all, he could now say sothing he had wanted to for a while.
“So, Eliza.” Her last tears had dried and it was ti for the light-hearted things to settle in again. “You know what it ans that Thana ate, right?” The blood mage’s eyes lit up, the myriad of facets in her shattered purple eyes reflecting her anticipation for his next words. “You were a good girl and good girl’s don’t need to be punished anymore. You can now eat whatever you want again, you can sleep in my bed and, if you want to, you can orgasm again however much you want.”
“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck yessssssssssssssssssss,” she exclaid, her body heating up again – this ti it was definitely majority lust. “I need you to fucking slam into , you absolutely monster stud slut-maker you!”
“No fucking!” Rave warned. “Only blowjobs!”
“I WILL FUCKING TAKE IT!” Eliza scread and grabbed John’s shirt with quivering hands. “JUST TAKE ALREADY, OH MY FUCK! ITS – BEEN – WEEEEEEEKS!”
“Well, I, for my part, could need a shower,” he winked, staying relaxed even as the cock-crazy girl in front of him seed like she was about to implode from a lack of sen inside her body. “You are more than welco to join , I think you could freshen up a little bit as well.”
“Whatever you want, wherever you want, just fucking do !” She went from screaming to shouting, shaking John with a considerable amount of her strength. “I can feel your fucking erection pressing against my cunt right now! YOU HAVE UNFAIRLY THIN PANTS!”
“Well, you go ahead and wait for in the shower and I’ll be there in a minute,” he promised her. “Bonus points if you wait for in a way that makes want to take you extra hard.” There were no further words needed, Eliza jumped off him and stord towards the door that led into the oversized bathing room. “Aclysia, would you be so kind as to prepare sothing she really likes in the anti?” he asked of his maid.
“Of course, Master, it is ti for dinner anyway,” the weaponized maid responded.
“Alright, I’ll see you all again in like… thirty minutes, I think,” John grinned. “I’ll try to keep things brief.” They just nodded. The wonderful thing about having a harem that was highly functional was that none of them tried to butt in and claim that bit of his ti. They, without any jealousy or envy, accepted that this was Eliza’s turn and waited in the living room, chattering among themselves.
“Rember though!” Rave warned him a second ti. “Only blowjobs!”
“I know,” John answered, his smile unwavering.
“I know ya know, but does horny John know?” she jokingly reprimanded, then winked and made a motion as if to shush him away. “Go, feed our resident baby-crazy girl. I think she’ll be very happy to find out about your upgrades.”
She most certainly would be.
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