[Spirit of Lust] Chapter 106: The weight of freedom. (Patreon)

Author's Note: Just had the shameful realization that I STILL haven't shown the picture of the model for Nanami's aunt. The model is Anri Okita (a personal favorite, if I may).

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The woman was hot. No matter how frightening she was, Ishtar could not deny the woman was extremely attractive. In fact, maybe because of how frightening and hot she was, Ishtar wanted her to be a part of Will’s harem. How she was able to move like she did with that huge rack getting in the way, she didn’t know, but Will could learn from her. She deliberately decided to ignore the fact that this woman joining Will’s harem didn’t bother her even a fraction of what him fucking a succubus did. That would be for later.

The important thing now was to get rid of the control the Spirit of Sloth had on her, even if Ishtar had to replace that control with her own. Nanami’s aunt’s mental defenses had grown weaker thanks to Will’s actions. The first shot of sexual energy disrupted the mind control a bit and restored some of her natural libido. After that, Will gave her something nice to look at, which helped make her hornier, yes, but also threw her for a loop. The woman seemed to be on the prudish side, sadly, but it worked to their advantage now.

Ishtar followed the faint trail of arousal to the woman’s emotions and thoughts. Everything was blurry save for a few key pieces, most prominently the crystal she’d been holding before and the need to free herself from Will’s hold. But the more Will kissed her, the less she resisted. And the less she resisted, the gentler Will could be, and THAT was helping a lot with Ishtar’s task, letting her ride the wave of lust as deep inside her soul as she could. And it was there where she found the wall.

If Ishtar had to put sensation to words, she’d say that she was faced with a spiraling wall of magic energy wrapped around the woman’s soul. And the more Will caressed her, the slower the flow of magic became, letting Ishtar grab hold of it with her own power and start a metaphorical tug-of-war, not all that different to what it was like to open the portal to this world.

The more she ‘touched’ the energy, the more she understood it. This was similar to her own sexual energy, but… as she pulled on it, she could feel herself growing tired and lethargic. This was definitely magical energy belonging to the Spirit of Sloth. If Will wasn’t currently filling the woman’s body with sexual energy, Ishtar doubted they could’ve removed this at all.

Now, in front of her was the light of a bright, white soul. It was beautiful and… defenseless. Now Ishtar was faced with a choice. Having seen how the Spirit of Sloth had gained control, Ishtar was confident she could replicate it. The only obstacle in trapping the woman’s soul in her own sexual energy was how damn tired she now felt, but maybe she could do it if she gave it a last push. It was unlikely they’d have a better chance.

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Ishtar turned away from the light, her consciousness slowly and carefully returning to William. How very aware of their surroundings and his body again, she found that he had deepened the kiss… and that Nanami’s aunt was returning it.

He now had his hands on her wide hips. Her very dangerous arms were now weakly hanging from his shoulders. She rolled her tongue around his, lost in the sensation. Her natural libido had fully returned, but it was in a bit of an overdrive due to all the sexual energy they’d had to use.

“How are you feeling?” Will asked her, pulling his face away. But the woman pulled his face back in, desperately capturing his lips again.

Ishtar furrowed her non-existent brow. With how exhausted she was now, she could only get a vague reading of her feelings and thoughts, but… Though there was some attraction to Will, it wasn’t the reason for her to continue the kiss. This woman wanted… needed to drown herself in the pleasure, needed desperately to numb her mind.

Nanami’s aunt body began to shake, her legs lost strength and she dragged Will down with her as she was forced to sit down with her back against the rocky wall. Her hold on Will tightened. She needed him close as the tears began to roll down her cheeks.

“What have I done…?” she muttered, her voice cracking with pain. “Why? Why am I still alive…!?”

Her own consciousness was returning, and with it, her memories. Just what atrocities did Jack Evans made her commit for her to break down like this, for her to so desperately need an escape from herself?

Will kept silent and indulged her. He made out with her, sending gentle waves of what little remained of their sexual energy to soothe her aching heart, or at least distract her from it momentarily. Everything was coming back to her, but one thing seemed clear.

Nanami’s aunt was no longer a dangerous enemy, but a fragile woman at the verge of breaking down.