The Soul Engine Ch. 19 (Original Fantasy) (Patreon)

A/N: Tis the night before Christmas and all through the house- wait no, wrong tale. Plenty of stirring going on in THIS chapter~

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It’s the night before the Grand Melee, and needless to say, Mikael can’t sleep. But then to be fair, that’s not exactly a recent development. The only difference between this night and every other night since he’s come back to life is that he’s trying his best to keep himself in a rested state ahead of tomorrow. Meaning no venturing down into the sewers for a night-time stroll. Not that there are many rats left down there anyways at this point…

Still, laying on his back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, Mikael doesn’t know what to do with himself. He almost wants to go bug Avina or Thayla, but that doesn’t seem like a good idea. They both need sleep a lot more than he does after all, and he doesn’t want to disturb them or anything. Tomorrow was bound to be a very long day, and they all needed to be at their absolute best. So he would just have to lay here and-

Mikael blinks as he’s pulled from his thoughts by the door to his room suddenly opening and Thayla slipping in. Their eyes meet and the white-aired woman freezes in place for a moment, going red in the face as Mikael stares at her. He actually thinks she’s coming here without Avina’s knowledge, sneaking in here to see him without the other woman being any the wiser… but no.

“Why are you just standing there? Move it.”

Flushing, the Knight of the Rose quickly moves further into the room, revealing that his Soul Mechanic is standing right behind her. Avina slips in as well and though she jolts and blushes at seeing him wide awake, she doesn’t freeze like Thayla did. Closing the door behind her, Avina leans back against it.

“I thought you might still be up, Mikael. Or maybe it’s more accurate to know I knew you wouldn’t be asleep yet. You don’t need as much sleep as a normal person anymore. I’ve noticed your late-night strolls.”

She sounds almost imperious, though in a rather cute way as she steps further into the room. Then, she shoots Thayla a look.

“Well? What are you waiting for?”

Swinging his legs off the bed, Mikael sits up as he watches Thayla’s blush intensify before she quickly begins to strip out of her trousers. He watches the two of them for a moment, a little nonplussed… but also undeniably aroused to see Thayla stripping for him. The three of them had done quite a lot together by this point… however, Avina had never let Thayla go beyond oral. She and Mikael were the ones with the fully sexual relationship, while Thayla had only ever gotten to use her mouth. It would seem that was changing as of tonight.

Still…

“What’s all this about, exactly?”

Lifting her head and jutting out her chin, Avina is quick to explain. Though she also crosses her arms over her chest a little defensively.

“Tomorrow is the big day. Both of you will be entering the Grand Melee as volunteers. This means you’ll get to keep your armor and weapons, as opposed to the criminals who will be thrown into the colosseum with rusted swords if they’re lucky and iron soup ladles if they’re not.”

Mikael grimaces at the mental image. Those poor people. He would do his best to spare as many of them as possible, tomorrow. But clearly Avina was building up to something.

“The cover story will be that Thayla hired you to watch her back as she takes part in the Grand Melee, in the event that anyone asks. But obviously, that’s not really the case, is it? You’re in charge tomorrow, Mikael. You’re calling the shots. Zadicus Quinn wronged you the most out of all of us, and when it comes down to it, you need to get your revenge.”

Well, he agreed with those last bits, but he wasn’t so sure about him calling the shots. Surely he should be following Thayla’s lead, right?

“She’s right, Sir Mikael.”

Blinking, Mikael looks over to see Thayla has completely stripped down now. The Knight of the Rose blushes as his gaze falls upon her fully nude body for the first time. From her full breasts to her flared hips, there’s no denying she’s a woman. However, there’s also no denying her martial path, given the muscular nature of her arms, her abdomen, and her legs.

Still, she stands before him completely exposed, hands by her sides to reveal her nudity in all of its glory. She all but invites him to look, and so Mikael looks, even as she smiles slightly and explains.

“Tomorrow, I shall be your shield on the battlefield. It is my honor to stand between you and your enemies, and it will be my honor to obey your every command. As such, you need to know that you can trust me, wholly and utterly. That is why I asked Avina to arrange this evening. So that I might offer you myself… with her permission, of course.”

By the time she’s done speaking, Thayla’s voice has become more and more intense… until suddenly she dials it back and acts quite demure with that last line. Mikael, meanwhile, reluctantly tears his gaze off of Thayla’s naked body and looks over to Avina for clarification.

Scowling slightly, his Soul Mechanic looks to the side as a light dusting of red appears on her pale, freckled face.

“I know I don’t own you or anything like that. And I’m sure it was only a matter of time before your beastly urges resulted in you pinning the Dame down and taking her anyways.”

Amusingly, Thayla is the one who squawks indignantly on Mikael’s behalf on that front. But Avina just shoots the other woman a look and she ducks her head in submission. Hm, he felt like he’d let an unhealthy dynamic form between Avina and Thayla. But then, they didn’t seem all that upset about it. Still, it was a little weird seeing the less physically imposing goth girl who’d brought him back to life bossing around the much more muscular female knight who’d cut him down in the first place.

“Do you object to this arrangement, Mikael?”

Snorting in amusement at Avina’s question, he shakes his head. How could he possibly object? They were offering him a night of pleasure and stress-relieving fun right before they were all probably going to go and get themselves killed trying to take on the Lord of Alether. Sure. Why not?

“No, Avina. I don’t object.”

Nodding sharply, Avina looks to Thayla.

“You heard him. Get on the bed. Hands and knees, just as we discussed.”

Mikael raises an eyebrow as Thayla’s blush intensifies. But she obeys all the same, climbing onto the bed on her hands and knees and positioning herself for him. Slowly rising from his own seated position on the edge of the bed, Mikael has to admit… the sight of Thayla in such a compromising pose is quite arousing. Even more so when Avina comes up behind him and does a reach around, freeing his cock from its confines as she presses herself up against him.

“Do you like this, Mikael? Do you like how eager she is to submit?”

He certainly does. Just as much as he likes Avina stroking his cock as they both watch Thayla wait on the bed for him, fidgeting and squirming under their gaze. But he was already plenty aroused so there isn’t much Avina has to do to get him fully erect before she turns him loose.

“She’s all yours.”

With that, she releases her hold on him and steps away. Mikael notes how Avina is careful not to command HIM. This dynamic the three of them have might be unhealthy… but if it is, Mikael isn’t sure he wants to BE healthy, truth be told. Moving back to the bed, he climbs on behind Thayla, grabbing the well-proportioned and physically chiseled Knight of the Rose by her flared hips.

Thayla’s breath hitches and she looks back at him, blue eyes filled with longing and desire.

“Don’t hold back, Sir Mikael. I beseech you, take of my body what you desire.”

Mikael just grunts and lines himself up. A moment later and he’s pushing himself inside of her, filling Thayla with inch after inch of his throbbing mast. Her lower lips spread like flower petals as she takes him deep within her, her inner walls flexing and tightening along his length. A low moan leaves the female knight’s lips.

There’s something to be said about delayed gratification. Would this be nearly as enjoyable if he’d fucked Thayla weeks ago? Perhaps, but perhaps not. One thing is for sure… it’s certainly pleasurable now. Setting a rough pace, Mikael doesn’t hold back with the female knight. When he’s with Avina, the pale woman prefers to be on top usually, where she can control the pace. Mikael doesn’t mind that one bit. Sometimes though, she’s on her back and he’s the one on top. He CERTAINLY doesn’t mind those times.

However, Avina has never let him take her from behind before. Or rather, she’s never offered and he hasn’t asked. Even if they had done it that way, Avina has a much softer, weaker body than Thayla. Meaning there’s no way that his Soul Mechanic could have taken anywhere near his full strength. To be fair, even with Thayla, Mikael doesn’t risk going all out. Not when he still has the strength of those ten guardsmen flowing through his Soul Engine and running through his veins.

Fucking Thayla is not like fucking Avina though. He’s decidedly rougher with her. Is it because he knows she can take it? Is it because he hasn’t fully forgiven her for killing him? At that last thought, Mikael does hesitate for a moment, slowing down. He doesn’t want to take out his anger on Thayla. It would feel misplaced. Zadicus Quinn was the one who killed him, Thayla was just the weapon used to do the deed.

But the moment Mikael slows down, Thayla looks back at him again, her lips parted as she pants.

“Please Sir Mikael. I know much weighs heavily on your mind. As I said before, do not hold back. Not for my sake. I urge you, take out your stress and frustration upon my body. Use me as you see fit!”

Even with such vocal permission, Mikael hesitates. Until Avina scoffs from off to the side, drawing his attention over to her. The other woman has sat down in a nearby chair and hiked up her skirts. She blushes when he catches her touching herself to the sight. But at the same time, she doesn’t stop.

“She wants you to make it hurt, Mikael. She enjoys the pain, she’s just too embarrassed to admit it.”

Wait, Thayla was a masochist? Mikael looks back to the woman he’s currently fucking from behind to see her avoiding his gaze. And yet, her inner walls continue to clench and flex around his shaft… and maybe they do so a little harder when Avina so viciously exposes her to him.

Well now. He never would have guessed that Thayla was that kind of woman, but if that was the case… well, it changed things didn’t it? He still didn’t want to hurt her overly much. Especially not with the Grand Melee tomorrow morning. But… he could go a little harder, he supposed. And he DID have plenty of stress to work out…

Starting up again, Mikael begins fucking Thayla harder and faster than before. His hands dig into her hips and his grunts and groans become louder as well as more animalistic as he focuses on jackhammering in and out of her juicy cunt. Meanwhile, he’s well aware of Avina’s soft quiet moaning right alongside Thayla’s louder screams.

Of course, their safehouse isn’t soundproofed by any means. And they don’t really want anyone to report hearing howls of pleasure coming from the old seamstress’ home, now do they? With that in mind, Mikael leans forward and grabs a fistful of Thayla’s hair, before pushing her face down into the bed in front of her. The rest of his weight and the strength of his thrusts means that she collapses like a house of cards despite her toned physique, and in moments Mikael isn’t fucking Thayla from behind anymore, he’s prone boning her into the bed from above.

Her legs go straight out and her feet kick as her toes curl. Her squeals and screams of enjoyment, now muffled by the bed, get louder. Turns out, she was actually holding back her voice before, at least as best she could anyways. The bed shakes beneath them as Mikael pounds into her now… and he has to admit, they were right. He did need this.

Of course, fucking Thayla hard and fast into the bed isn’t a Cure-All or anything like that. He’s still fucked in the head. He’s still been torn away from his life, a life that he can barely remember thanks to Zadicus fucking Quinn. He still has a bunch of dead men hanging out in his mind, giving advice in the form of urges and impulses that he constantly has to fight against with every fiber of his being even as he’s railing Thayla from above.

But… it’s actually surprisingly easy to tune the worst of those out, the longer he and the female knight go at it. It’s never quite silent in his crowded, fractured mind… but it’s as close as it’s ever gotten. Until finally, Mikael finds himself getting close to the edge. As Thayla’s inner walls clench down around him in the telltale sign of her own umpteenth orgasm, Mikael realizes that he’s not going to last much longer either. In fact, he’s going to cum any moment.

With a grunt, he pulls out of Thayla and grabs her by the hair. The impulse to do what he does next… he’s not sure if it’s entirely from him or not… but he thinks it’s more from the actual him than it is from anyone else, and that’s good enough. Flipping Thayla over onto her back, Mikael straddles her midriff and proceeds to jerk his throbbing erection the rest of the way to completion. At which point, he lets his seed spray out all over Thayla’s face and tits.

… Is it bad that something more loosens in his chest as he does so? That marking the woman who cut out his heart with her blade in such a sexually domineering manner actually helps him move on from what she’d done? Either way, it happens. Mikael lets out a shuddering sigh as he smiles down at Thayla, feeling just a bit more of his resentment towards her fading away at the act.

In turn, Thayla smiles up at him, before reaching up and beginning to rub his cum into her tits.

“I shall wear your seed proudly until the morning, Sir Hero.”

Pervert. He was surrounded by a pair of perverts. Mikael isn’t sure why it took him so long to realize it, but here he is, finally figuring it out. Snorting in amusement, Mikael shakes his head.

“Not in my bed, you’re not. Get cleaned up and then come back here, alright? And you, Avina… get over here. I’ve decided. We’re all sleeping in the same bed tonight.”

The two women he’s somehow fallen into a three-way relationship with both freeze up for a moment at that… before scrambling. Avina strips down and comes over, and Thayla hurries to go wash off her face and chest before returning to them. And so Mikael lays back down, with Avina curled up on his right and Thayla curled up on his left.

They still both fall asleep well before him… but with the two hugging into his sides, their heartbeats surprisingly loud in Mikael’s ears… he finds a deep and dreamless slumber takes him as well before much longer.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow they would make Zadicus answer for all that he’d done.

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A/N: Well now, Mikael, Avina, and Thayla's weird-ass relationship advances! :D

Meanwhile, tomorrow we get into the Grand Melee. And then next week is pretty much the climax of this story's first arc all week long!

In other news, I'll also start posting this story on Royalroad next week. Fingers crossed that it's received well there!

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