Jessamine Less was at a loss.
She lowered her brush, dropped it in the water cup, and gave it a perfunctory swirl. The naked figure that stretched out along the pressed paper on the easel was being stubborn, resisting her efforts to elevate it to a simulacrum of life and motion.
The girl had fucked like a minx, accolades all around, but she had been a terrible model, unable to sit still and lacking that certain joie de vivre that did half the painter's job for them. That left Jessamine fruitlessly trying to save a doomed work. She'd done it before and she would do it again, but this act of revision exhausted her far more than the act of painting itself—or the hours of sex that had followed.
Shuhui might have an idea. She saw shapes in a way that Jessamine could never quite understand. Maybe that was why she sculpted buildings rather than wasting her time on watercolors. Jessamine checked the calendar for the third time that morning. She'd be back home tomorrow. That was good. It had been too long, this time.
She moved to the bay window for a change of scenery. The sun was nearly up and pastel colors mixed along the far horizon, pale blue and yellow and almost-green. Wind howled across the bluffs. Clouds rolled in across the ocean. A storm was coming, but it wasn't here yet—at least, not in the way that she expected.
A pale figure stood on the crest of their nearest cliff, its back towards the dawning sun, its hazy form rippling with the breeze. Jessamine blinked and squinted, ensuring that her eyes did not deceive her. They did not. Hm. Coffee could wait.
She tugged on yesterday's overalls, buttoning the straps over her bare shoulders and tucking her tits into the front panel. It wasn't exactly modest, but if some itinerant saw a nipple, who really cared? This was her home and she would go as she chose to go.
The subject of yesterday's painting still sprawled out on the studio couch, her legs parted wantonly, her ass bright red. Were she less curious about the stranger on the bluff, Jessamine might have stopped to have herself a morning snack, but there would always be another model. She leaned down and laid her hand on the sleeper's cheek, gently rousing her out of slumber.
"That was fun," Jessamine whispered, "but it's time to go. I'll be in touch."
That last bit was a lie, but she didn't like to burn bridges.
"All right, Ms. Less," the model mumbled, groggily. "I had fun, too."
"Of course you did," Jessamine agreed. "And please, call me Jessamine or call me nothing at all."
She didn't wait to hear the model's response, nor did she guide her further on her way. The villa was laid out clearly enough. The girl could find the door.
The figure on the clifftop hadn't moved in the time it took Jessamine to leave by the back gate and plod down the path. As she got closer, it became clear that this person, whoever they were, was off the beaten track in more manners than one—and in ways that lightly tickled at the deepest, most treasured corners of Jessamine's memory.
For one thing, the figure was extremely tall, pushing seven feet from the tips of their toes to the top of their head. For another, the hair on that head was unnaturally voluminous, standing out in a thick, spiky shock like a wolf's mane and trailing halfway down the figure's back, all of it pure and brilliant silver-white.
They also seemed to be just about as naked as Jessamine was and were wrapped only in a wide, woven blanket, pulled closed by two large hands, but held loosely enough that the wind occasionally threw it wide, exposing brief flashes of pale flesh. From the distance of the house, the blanket had appeared gray and mottled, but now she could see that it was emblazoned with interlocking and repeating patterns of gleaming orange moons and dazzling golden suns, all moving across a field of searing white stars.
But none of that mattered after Jessamine met the figure's eyes. They were an empyreal, freezing blue, but she knew them just the same. She knew those eyes better than she knew her own.
"Good morning, Jessamine Less," said the spirit. "I have returned."
The strength went out of Jessamine's legs and she felt herself falling, spinning towards the ground, but the spirit's strong, soft arms wrapped around her and held her close, catching her and bringing her into her warm bosom. The smell of her was intoxicating. She hadn't been this close to one of the spirits since she'd first cradled the little fox-girl in her arms in the loft of her uncle's barn. Old feelings, never forgotten, reignited like wildfire.
"Thusia?" she whimpered.
"Nia," the spirit corrected. "I am she who wandered the woods, but now my heart of ice has thawed. I am here because I wish to be. It is not my time, but it is my desire."
"I don't understand how you can be here at all," Jessamine frantically argued. "All the spirits burned up with the red tree. You were gone forever. We won."
"All things burn," said Nia. "But so do all things return. That is life."
"Blinding light," Jessamine swore, "I'm not a child, anymore. I need more than that and you fucking well know it."
Nia laughed. It was a hearty, basso thing, and for all Jessamine's discordant anger and confusion, she felt illuminated by the sound, as if her world had suddenly fallen into balance.
"I know that," said the spirit. "I'm sorry. Old habits and long service. Let me take you inside and I will explain."
Jessamine nodded in consent. Was she blushing? She was pretty sure she was blushing.
Nia lifted her effortlessly off of her feet, one arm under her back and the other behind her knees, making sure that the blanket wrapped around the two of them, shielding Jessamine from the worsening wind.
Thus sheltered, Jessamine could examine Nia's body without obstruction—at least from the waist up. Her breasts were full and soft, significantly larger and rounder than Jessamine's own, with broad and rosy areolae that contrasted fiercely against her otherwise pale skin. Her cleavage was accented by a silky tuft of white hair—fur, more accurately—that sprouted the length of her breastbone. She was similarly hirsute elsewhere, with thick waves of white fur running from her wrists and up past her elbows. Jessamine glanced as far down her stomach as she could manage from this position and spied the leading edge of an equally impressive bush rising up from her delta.
"Do you like what you see?" purred Nia.
If Jessamine hadn't been blushing before, she absolutely was now. She dared not close her eyes for fear that she'd soak through her overalls. It was still hard to believe that this was happening, that the spirit had reappeared at all. There was no mercy in their domain. Jessamine had witnessed incredible things in her long life, both wondrous and tragic, but she'd never seen a wish come true.
Nia seemed to know the way without needing direction, which felt so natural at this point that Jessamine didn't think to question it, but she did offer a silent prayer that the model had been quick to vacate the premises. (She didn't feel the need to justify herself to Nia, but she wasn't sure how she'd explain Nia to the girl.) Thankfully, the studio was empty when they reentered through the back door. The spirit continued to carry Jessamine through the house, only setting her down once they had reached the kitchen.
"Would you, uh, like some coffee?" asked Jessamine. "I usually make myself a pot."
"That would be lovely," said Nia, taking a seat at her kitchen table.
The silence that followed was nearly unbearable, but Jessamine muddled through. It only took a handful of minutes, but it felt like hours before she could set a steaming mug in front of the spirit and take her own seat opposite her. The sun was fully up by now. It streamed through the kitchen blinds, lighting the breakfast nook in parallel lines, but it was already fading as darker clouds moved in above them.
"You have your child to thank for my reappearance," Nia announced.
Jessamine was relieved that she hadn't taken a sip of her coffee, yet, because she would have spit it out all over the table.
"The spirit of the light found me among the green shoots and nourished my renewal," Nia continued, "that I might make my way back to you before your time ran out. I think the part of Silas that still lingers in them regretted the havoc surely caused by his metamorphosis."
"Can I—?" Jessamine started. "Can they—?"
Nia shook her head. If Jessamine wasn't mistaken, there was the hint of a tear in her eye.
"The passages are not stable between our domains," the spirit explained. "There is no great cause to shore them. The war is over, may it never begin again. It was a project of great effort and cost to see me safely here to you, for you. I expect it took the last of Silas to do so. Now only the spirit of the light remains."
Inside her heart, Jessamine wept. It was impossible to weigh her loves against each other. What would she have given to see her son again? Everything. Anything. And yet, staring at the spirit across the table from her, really here, in the soft, sweet flesh, she couldn't convince herself that Silas had made the wrong decision. She hoped he'd known how much she loved him, whatever he had now become.
"So, Jessamine Less," said Nia, awkwardly, "how do you fare?"
It was her turn to laugh. She'd never made small talk with a spirit, before. It had always been all business—a perilous quest, the fate of the world, et cetera. Was it really okay for them to just be together, like this, even if just for one day?
"Lucy is having a baby," said Jessamine. "Her first."
It was the first thing that came to her mind. Most days, it was the only thing that felt like it really mattered in her world, as unkind as that was to both her art and her transient companions.
"Congratulations," Nia intoned, formally but genuinely.
"I wish Will had lived to meet them," Jessamine lamented. "He would've been such a good granddad. I swear Lucy wouldn't have turned out half as well as she did if not for him. I love my Lucia more than I can fit into words, but I think I was always better at saving the world than I was at being a mom."
"You did your best," said Nia.
Had she? She'd tried.
"You never really met any of the rest of my family," she remarked. "The timing was never right. There aren't as many of us now as there once were. Shu is still here. Or, rather, she will be, soon. She'll be back tomorrow."
Jessamine swallowed her next thought before she could say it out loud.
"Domingo settled permanently overseas with his young wife and new children," she continued. "We visit them every year or two, but for the most part we've let him go. There was never enough of him to go around and we have the least need."
Nia didn't say anything, but an inscrutable look clouded her face.
Jessamine hadn't really stopped to think about it until this moment, but her family had grown so small. If the spirit had returned twenty years ago—or even ten—there would have been so many more friends and lovers in her life, not just her and Shu and a never-ending supply of thirsty models. (And they didn't really count.)
She wasn't lonely, though—except when she was alone.
"Jessamine," said Nia, interrupting her runaway thoughts, "I need you to lead me to your bedchamber, now. I can resist the thought of you no longer."
Jessamine wasn't sure which shocked her more, the use of her single name or the demand that followed. Either way, her surprise wasn't a difficult obstacle to surmount.
She extended her hand and the spirit followed.
It wasn't a long walk to her bedroom, though they had to cross through the courtyard to go by the fastest route. Nia stopped as they wended through the greenery to put her nose into the heart of a particularly fragrant bush of blue and pink hydrangea.
"I've missed the smell of flowers," she whispered.
Jessamine's heart could've stopped in that moment. There had never been time before for the little things. They were always running, always going, always only a step ahead. Now they had no destination but where they were now and it was like the world had opened up before them.
Nia urged Jessamine onward with a firm hand on her bottom. It was all she could do not to rip off her overalls and beg the spirit to take her, right here in the garden, but she suppressed the urge. Her bedchamber had been requested, and she was not one to disappoint.
The room on the other side of the garden had one primary feature: a custom-built bed large enough to fit at least four adults sleeping side-by-side with room to toss and turn. They hadn't needed the room for more than two or occasionally three occupants in a long time—Jessamine religiously kept her trysts confined to either the studio or the barn—but there was no sense in downsizing when they already had the thing and a friend of the family who kept them well-supplied with matching linens. It was neatly made, thanks in large part to the fact that Jessamine hadn't slept in it since Shuhui had left.
Besides the double doors to the garden, which Jessamine politely and furtively closed behind Nia after she entered the room, there was one sliding door that led to the shower and the toilet, a pair of side tables, and a triple-wide wardrobe which was perpetually half-empty. Even with the storm rolling in, the bank of skylights that cut through the roof above were enough to fill the room with a cool but pleasant glow, but if it got too much darker, they could always turn on the slot lights that were hidden in the walls.
"This is a sanctuary," Nia declared, looking about the place.
"I suppose it is," Jessamine agreed. "Or it was supposed to be. It still feels like it, sometimes, but—I'm sorry. I'm nattering again."
"No," Nia shushed, putting her big hand against Jessamine's cheek. "I am the one who needs be sorry. I want to hear about the life you have lived. I should not have stopped you, earlier, but my lust got the better of me. I will try harder to be patient. It has never been my particular virtue."
"Mine either," said Jessamine as she kissed the spirit on the mouth.
Their lips mashed together, forceful but tentative as each of them struggled to let go of their inhibitions. This felt like breaking a taboo, even if neither of them could say why. It was a low moan, uncurling from deep in Nia's belly, that pushed Jessamine over the edge into a place beyond fear. Her lips parted, her tongue darted forth, and Nia's tongue was there to meet it in a duel of eager equals. They kissed so long that Jessamine began to wonder if this was what time felt like for a spirit, to see a decade pass in the span of a day, but it couldn't have been more than a few minutes before Jessamine pushed Nia back and, without asking for permission, tugged the blanket down off of her shoulders and into an unruly pile on the floor.
Nia laughed in anxious surprise, but there was no reproach in her blue eyes. An unspoken bond of consent had been formed between them the moment that the spirit had called her by her given name—just the one, no lineage, no affiliation, just her. There was nothing Jessamine could ask from that Nia would not freely give her and there was nothing Nia could want from Jessamine that she would not have leave to take.
And, oh, did Jessamine hope that Nia wanted her in the way that she wanted Nia in that moment. The spirit was stunning, a vision of beauty so plucked from her deepest fantasies that she wondered if she hadn't fallen asleep at the easel again and none of this was real.
Without the blanket to shroud her shape, Nia's height was even more impressive. Jessamine was glad their bedroom had high ceilings, but she would have to duck through most doors inside the villa. Her shoulders were broad and just as distinctly muscled as, Jessamine could now see, every other part of her body. They weren't the muscles of some greased gym jockey, either: they were strength born of hard labor, raw and untamed. They were the muscles of a predator who hunted to survive.
Perhaps that was why her tits provided such a pleasant contrast. They were so large and so pert and so perfectly shaped—enough so that they gave Shuhui's bust a run for its money, except that Nia's was nearly thrice the size—but their skin was supple and as soft as the plume of white fur between them. Jessamine could tell just by looking that when she put her hands around them, they would sink joyously deep into her flesh.
Jessamine's eyes kept drawing lower, running down the length of her tight stomach, parting the waves of her pubic bush, and discovered something else than she had expected. The cock that hung between Nia's legs was as long and pale and unreasonably thick as she was, even mostly soft—although not entirely, based on the purplish head that peeked out from within its sheath, already drooling with anticipation of what was so soon to come.
"Holy fuck," Jessamine breathed. "I thought that you were—you were always—"
The spirit guffawed.
"Our conception of gender is no more rigid than your own," she scolded. "I have been all and I have settled in-between."
For the second time since entering the bedroom, Jessamine considered whether Nia had been plucked quite literally out of her wet dreams. She'd always thought that if she could just mash together Will and Shuhui, maybe she could find a way to be content with just one partner—not that she'd ever felt the need to change her lifestyle from what it had been, for better and for worse, for so long. But Nia was even more than that.
She sorely wished that Shuhui had come home a day early—she'd be just as ecstatic as Jessamine was at all the possibilities Nia represented—but she was selfishly glad that she got to have Nia all to herself. If only they could have tomorrow, she'd be more than happy to share, but she'd thought about some version of this for too many decades to be anything but strenuously possessive now that she had it.
"Pronouns," Jessamine mumbled. "What should I use when I talk about you—because, fuck me, I am going to be talking about you for the rest of my natural born days."
"I am fine with 'she' if you are," said Nia. "It fits, I think. To you, I was first a little lost girl."
"Not so little, anymore," whispered Jessamine.
And she was growing by the second.
"No," Nia agreed. "Not so little at all."
She wrapped one large hand around the base of her even larger cock and began to gently, almost idly stroke it around the base, causing it to rise skyward and point its way towards Jessamine's heart.
"Please, Jessamine," Nia moaned, "take off your clothes. I need to see you as you are."
Jessamine didn't think she could never tire of the way her name emerged from those gorgeous lips. She also didn't think she could get out of her overalls fast enough, but she was going to try, even if it meant breaking the snaps.
She managed to get naked before Nia got fully hard, but only just, and by that point she found it difficult to think about anything else. Still, some weight of Nia's presence held her at arm's length, as if her body required itself to be seen. The years had been kind enough to her—at least enough that none of her young lovers had ever complained about fucking an old woman—but all her pride amounted to nothing before Nia's appraising gaze.
"You are beautiful," the spirit said, at last. "I cannot comprehend my good fortune that you were the one who found me."
"Beautiful?" Jessamine barked. "Come on, Nia. Don't lie to me. I'm wrinkled old hag and you're a fucking goddess. I'm the one who's lucky here."
Nia moved swiftly, crossing the space between them, letting the broad side of her cock slap against Jessamine's belly. She was so tall and it was so long that if Jessamine so much as wiggled, her nipples would graze Nia's tip. Nia's body was overwhelming at this distance, it seemed to wrap around Jessamine, filling all her vision, even at the periphery. She wanted nothing more than to bury her face into those tits, to wrap her fists around that cock, but something held her back. If Jessamine didn't know better, she'd say she was afraid.
"You know that isn't true," Nia admonished. "Three parts of me have been within you all this time. I have seen to your very core. You can hide nothing from me, least of all your beauty."
"I'm terrible," Jessamine grunted.
"And still you are beautiful," Nia insisted.
Jessamine moved, maybe even more swiftly than Nia had. She took the spirits face between her hands, holding it in place, making sure that the only way to escape from her hard stare was to close her eyes.
"I let my son die," she screamed.
Nia did not blink.
"You acted in service of the light and in doing so redeemed the dark," said Nia, softly and kindly. "We asked far too much of you, more than we have asked of any other child, and you did it anyway. You have borne our mark for far longer than most mortals can manage. You have suffered at your hands and yet you have never gone astray. Why did you keep going, Jessamine? Why have you answered every call? Why are you still alive?"
Jessamine didn't know when she had started crying, but now it seemed the tears would never stop. She felt like her soul was being ripped out of her body, or perhaps that her whole body was being flayed away, leaving only her soul behind.
"I loved you," she sobbed. "I loved you too much to ever let you go."
Nia kissed her on her right eye and then on her left. She kissed again and again until her tears were dried. Then she placed her forehead, cool and broad, against Jessamine's, feverish and furrowed.
"I am here, now," the spirit whispered. "And you have done enough."
Jessamine closed her eyes and nothing stared back. There was only darkness. There was only the murky red-brown black of the skin of her eyelids, shutting out the day. There were no eyes.
She opened them again and stared back into Nia's freezing gaze. Something had broken behind them, a secret, invisible tether, but it didn't feel like something had been lost, it felt like something had been set free. That something, Jessamine realized with a catch of her heart, was her.
"Tell me what that means," she begged.
"It means you are no longer a child of the light," said Nia, "which is fitting, as the light is no more. Its hold on you had long overstayed its welcome."
"But what does that make me?" Jessamine demanded.
"It makes you a mortal, same as any other," said Nia. "It makes you a woman, ripe of age and bold of heart. It makes you the person I find I love more than any other in this world or the other, in this time or any time past. It makes you Jessamine, who waited fifty years for me to come back—and now I have."
Nia didn't say anything more. She pushed and Jessamine fell, tumbling gracefully onto her back, onto the bed, spreading her legs before Nia could move them aside, opening herself to the oncoming storm. The spirit lowered her cock, pressed its head against Jessamine's vulva, and pushed inside.
Thunder crashed across the sky above and crashed again in Jessamine's head. It wasn't the size of Nia, although those inhuman proportions did likely give her the largest living cock that Jessamine had ever taken, nor was it the force of Nia's thrust, which was equally inhuman in proportion and harder than any mortal ever needed to be fucked, nor was it Nia's accompanying howl of anguished exultation, so loud and reverberating that it shook the panes of glass above their heads. No, she felt all of those things and every one of them alone was possibly more than she could bear, but none of them had caused her to feel that way. It was just her. It was just that it was her. It was Thusia. It was Escuz. It was the wishing tree.
It was Nia that was fucking her and now everything was okay.
Jessamine wrapped her legs around Nia's waist and dug her heels into the small of her back, holding her close as she rocked back and forth, jackhammering her cock through the tunnel of her cunt.
"Do it," Jessamine bellowed. "Fuck me as hard as you can. Break me if you need to. Make me yours."
Nia had no words to respond with, but she gave a feral snarl as, improbably, she started moving even faster than when she had begun. Perhaps it was a trick of the rapidly darkening light in the room, but Nia's eyes seemed to be changing color, glowing hotter with every thrust, cycling through all the colors of flame: blue then white then gold then orange.
She reached under Jessamine's back and lifted her up off of the bed. Her claw-like fingernails, Jessamine realized with some horror, were sharp enough to cut glass, and yet—even in the ferocious grip of her building orgasm—she moved them with such tenderness that Jessamine barely felt them scratch her skin.
The two of them barely moved from that point forward except their hips, each of them undulating and thrusting against the other, urging the inevitable to arrive. When it did, they both went still. A great wave of something so hot it felt cold burst forth deep inside Jessamine's deepest place, so voluminous that she felt her belly swell to make room, and yet held in so tightly by the grip of her cunt-lips around Nia's cock that not even a single drop slithered out and onto Nia's balls.
"Is this really happening?" Jessamine gasped. "Are you truly real?"
"It is," said Nia. "I am."
"Don't let me go," Jessamine prayed aloud.
"I won't," Nia promised.
Some part of Jessamine worried that if she extracted herself from Nia's cock, they'd both drown in the ensuing flood. Irrational or not, Nia seemed to read her mind and shifted her hands to support beneath Jessamine's ass as she walked her away from the bed and into the bathroom. The standing shower had been built large and had plenty of space for the two of them inside, even thus interlocked.
Jessamine reached around behind Nia and turned on the spigot. The water was cold for the first few seconds, but most of it struck Nia's backside and she seemed not to mind the cold in the slightest. Once the water had warmed to steaming hot, just shy of uncomfortable, Nia turned Jessamine around and placed her beneath the stream.
It took Jessamine a few minutes to work up the courage before she unclenched her vulva and began the long slide up and off of Nia's still impossibly hard cock. It slipped free at last with a pop and an audible splash, but the water washed their crimes away as quickly as they were revealed. Not one to waste an opportunity, Jessamine lowered herself again, not reinserting Nia's cock but running its length along the cleft of her vulva, grinding up and down it like a horizontal stripper pole—which it felt exactly as hard and as thick as, though Jessamine suspected her mind was exaggerating in its come-drunk state.
"Have you climaxed, yet?" asked Nia. "I have to admit that I'm out of practice. Only one of my last several incarnations was even equipped for lovemaking and he sadly lacked for opportunity."
"Wait," groaned Jessamine, "are you saying Escuz wanted to fuck?"
"It could be said thus, yes," Nia agreed. "In his time of myth, his sexual exploits were a matter of some note."
"I guess it's a shame Bertolais had to be such a backstabbing bitch, then," Jessamine commiserated. "You two could've had some fun before it all went to shit."
Nia gripped the cheeks of Jessamine's ass more firmly than before, stopping her dead on the very edge of her cock. An automatic mutter of protest escaped from Jessamine's throat before she saw the bemused expression that had put a smile across Nia's lips.
"Are you really so foolish?" she asked. "I wasn't talking about the Green Lady. I was talking about you, Jessamine."
"Me?" she sputtered.
Not any less in need, but feeling more off balance than she had a moment ago, Jessamine unwrapped her legs from Nia's waist and slithered free of her grip. It made her have to look up into Nia's eyes, rather than straight across, but she needed solid ground beneath her feet.
"Are you saying that Escuz wanted to fuck me?" Jessamine blurted.
"Had you entreated him, he would not have hesitated," said Nia, "but you were committed to Will. He would never have thought to infringe upon you with so much as a hint of impropriety. Escuz was ignorant of your wiser ways."
Jessamine dunked her head under the water, letting it clear away the dreck that seemed to clog her thoughts. It didn't help much, but it helped enough.
"You didn't answer the question," she observed. "When you were Escuz, did you want to fuck me?"
Nia looked sad. It wasn't the sadness of harm or compulsion, but rather the sadness of one who knows that their life could have been happier than it was, if only they had seen the way.
"When I met you as Thusia, my form was much too young," said Nia. "When I met you as Escuz, my code was much too rigid. When I met you as the wishing tree, I was much too much a fucking tree."
Jessamine's pulse quickened. Had she ever heard the spirit curse before? Granted, it was already a banner day for seeing a spirit do things she hadn't imagined a spirit could or would ever do outside of her private thoughts.
"It was never our time," Nia continued, "but I have loved you ever since I first opened my eyes and found myself bundled in your arms on that frigid October morning. That night I had barely escaped from the dark, but when morning came I found my light. I found you."
Jessamine reeled and her mind flashed back through every confession that had ever mattered to her. She thought of Ethel, the girl on the playground, who told her she was pretty and asked if they could hold hands. She thought of Will, drenched by a summer squall, holding his umbrella over her head as he poured out his heart. She thought of Shuhui, already her lover for several years when she whispered into her ear one night—even as the two well-meaning meatheads they'd picked up at the bar fought over who got to fuck her in the ass while the other fucked her in the pussy—that she didn't just love her, she loved her loved her.
And now there was this. She hadn't just been chasing Thusia all these years—Thusia had been chasing her, too. Finally, they were together. Finally, they got to make their one day count.
Jessamine crashed into Nia's arms, burying her face in her bosom. Nia's tits were exactly as delightfully yielding as she had imagined, and before she knew it she had dug in both her hands, kneading from the sides and slowly, steadily working her way towards the center. She clamped both of Nia's nipples, which were unusually long and hard as nails, between her thumbs and forefingers and Nia's head shot back, wincing and mewling.
"You don't need to worry about my climax," Jessamine said into Nia's cleavage as she mercilessly tugged and rolled her nipples. "What you did before so blew my mind that I couldn't tell you if I climaxed zero times or a hundred times. Your cock is magic. All I need you to worry about is putting it inside of me as many times as you can, in as many holes as I have. Okay?"
"You have a funny way of saying 'I love you,'" Nia noted, in-between her squeals from being plucked like a string.
Jessamine let go of Nia's tits and took as many steps back as the shower would allow, letting Nia see all of her, unshackled, unguarded, unburdened.
"I love you, I love you, I love you," she shouted, each time with increasing intensity. "Is that enough? Now will you please shove your cock in my mouth?"
Nia laughed and nodded in assent.
Jessamine turned off the water and sank to her knees.
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Full light shone in through the bedroom skylights. It must be past noon, although Jessamine could hardly be surprised by that. They'd only stopped fucking long enough for her to order a pizza to keep up her strength so that they could keep fucking longer. She hadn't wanted the day to end, not that day, not that time, not with her.
Her jaw was sore. So was her ass. So was her cunt, for that matter. That was unusual.
Her tits were covered with bloody scratches, and she could feel that her back was even worse. She'd teased the spirit for treating her too gently and had inadvertently—she claimed, falsely—brought the beast inside the spirit out to play. Those were her just rewards.
Her arms ached. What had that been from? Oh, right. The paddle. At one point around two in the morning the spirit had claimed that she needed a break. Jessamine had been certain she was lying—she appeared to be thoroughly inexhaustible—but she saw the point of her deception. Jessamine wasn't going to break, she didn't think, but she couldn't deny that she'd pushed herself harder than she had in years.
So they'd brought out the paddle for a change of pace, and what a worthwhile diversion it had been. The image of the spirit on all fours, ass raised and blistered pink, her cock spraying a little more of her sweet nectar onto the ground with every new landing of the wood against her cheeks would stay with Jessamine for a long, long time. That was good. There was too little of yesterday that she could ever hope to hold onto. She wanted everything she could get.
Jessamine stretched and rolled over, taking advantage of the huge and empty bed, and came up short against a warm, soft, and fuzzy body, languidly reclined beside her.
"Good afternoon," husked Nia.
Her arms snaked around Jessamine and pulled her close, enveloping her in a cage of beautiful flesh. Jessamine could feel herself get wet again at the mere touch of her skin.
"I don't understand," Jessamine murmured.
Nia leaned down and kissed the edge of her ear, opening her mouth to nibble on its soft rim, making Jessamine shiver. She moved further down and around, kissing along Jessamine's cheekbone, down the bridge of her nose, and finally laying her lips against Jessamine's and then pressing into her, fucking her mouth with her long tongue.
"What is there to misunderstand?" asked Nia, taking a breath.
Jessamine pushed the spirit back, in spite of her baser desires, holding her temporarily at arm's length so that she could get a proper look at her. She was unchanged from yesterday's appearance. She still had that luxurious and wild mane of silver-white hair, which matched the sweeps of fur along her shins, forearms, breastbone, and pubic mound. She still had those unbelievable tits, so large and yet so pert and still so chewy-soft. She still had that even more unbelievable cock, thick as Jessamine's forearm even now, at rest between her thighs. She still had those full lips that didn't quite hide what could only be described as short but sharp fangs. She still had those freezing blue eyes.
Holding back a choking sob, Jessamine burrowed her way back into Nia's chest.
"You've only been in my life for one day at a time," she whispered. "I meet you for one day and then you disappear for ten years—or forever. I never imagined that I'd get even one more day with you than the one we had."
"One more day?" Nia crowed. "So many years, so many victories, so many losses, and still you refuse to let pride and gladness into your heart. I fear I have been made a fool again, to love a mortal such as you."
Jessamine looked up at Nia, unable to speak, her mind drowning in impossible hope.
"I'm not going anywhere, my love," said the spirit. "I will be with you today and all the days that follow, until your mortal days are over. I was your sacrifice, I was your shield, I was your fertile soil, but now I am me and nothing more. Now I am simply yours."
She pushed Nia onto her back and climbed up to sit across her belly. The veld of white fur that spread up from her crotch was a balm against Jessamine's swollen vulva. Already, she could feel Nia's cock beginning to rise, slotting up into the narrows of her ass.
"You aren't lying?" she pressed. "Spirits can't lie, right?"
"I won't speak for anyone but myself," said Nia, "but I have never seen the value in anything but candor. If I tell you, Jessamine, I tell you true."
Jessamine laid down on top of Nia, letting her own tits get swallowed up by Nia's, shivering as their nipples crossed swords. Their next kiss was soft and furtive as they explored what it might feel like to be anything but desperate. They might not have forever, but they had so much more time than Jessamine had thought.
"I really get to keep you?" Jessamine sighed.
"No," Nia countered. "I really get to keep you."
Laughing as she arched her back and raised her hips, Jessamine positioned Nia's cock against her vulva with a little help from Nia's stabilizing hands. She lowered herself as slowly as her beleaguered muscles would allow, feeling every thick inch of her as it pierced her through. It felt a bit like dying. No, that wasn't it. It felt a bit like being reborn.
"Thank you," she moaned as her ass touched down on Nia's thighs. "Thank you for finding me, Nia. Thank you for finding me again. Thank you—oh—for staying."
She had started to move and it felt like a choir of angels had descended into hell to favor pandemonium with a song.
"One question," Jessamine announced as she worked her slow way up and down. "Is there another spirit out there in our world, now, since you're here with me?"
"No," Nia confirmed. "The old fractures are now mended. If my former counterpart is out there, not only is she but a young shoot still basking in the garden's glow, but she has no need to chase me. There are no spirits of the dark, anymore, or of the light. We all simply are what we are. A spirit of light. A spirit of dark. Perhaps I am a spirit of love. Perhaps she will be a spirit of mercy. Only eons can say."
Jessamine had found her rhythm, now. For every three or four times she lifted only halfway up the length of Nia's cock, she let herself pull all the way out to the jaw-splitting head and slam back down, each time harder than the last. It was as successful as she hoped, and her orgasm already threatened to spill over, even as she could feel something low in Nia's loins tensing, ready to leap out.
They had discovered yesterday, once her frenzy of animal lust had subsided, that Nia had a wide streak of competitive dominance in her—Shuhui was going to have a field day—and it revealed itself again, now. She ran her left middle finger—her largest digit and one of the two fingers on each hand that they had shorn of their claws late last evening—along the length of her own shaft as Jessamine retreated, collecting from the trail of their mixed lubrications, and then brought it around behind, slipping it easily three-knuckles deep into Jessamine's ass, leaving no part of her insides unstirred.
"I do think you told a lie, though," said Jessamine. "You can't tell me that you didn't want to fuck the Green Lady. Light knows I did."
"Did I say that?" Nia chuckled, cool as if she were merely lounging beneath the noonday sun, not priming both Jessamine and herself to explode. "I don't believe I did. I said that you were the object of my erotic desire, but you of all people should know such feelings are rarely exclusive. In another world, I would've made Bertolais scream until she saw stars. In another time, under another name, I did."
"Great tits," Jessamine muttered, half-incoherently.
"Indeed," Nia concurred. "But I prefer yours, if I'm being candid."
To punctuate this notion, she reached up and wrapped her free hand around Jessamine's right tit, squeezing and twisting and tugging at her nipple so hard she swore it was at risk of coming off, and then repeated the process with the left. It was around that point that Jessamine came, her voice silent but her body quaking. Nia gave her a few seconds to start breathing again, and then took took the lead. Instead of letting Jessamine ride up and down her cock, she thrust it upwards, lifting her hips up off of the bed, three or four times soft, one time very, very hard. Jessamine came a second time, very soon after that.
In-between this second orgasm and a rapidly-building third, Nia further took charge. She grabbed Jessamine around the waist and lifted her fully off her cock, dropping her on the bed beside her and rolling her onto her stomach. Her cock couldn't have been outside of her for more than thirty seconds before she mounted her from behind, gradually helping her up onto all fours with each successive thrust before finally pulling her fully upwards, pressing her tits into Jessamine's back and holding her tightly by the wrists so that she wouldn't fly away.
Nia grazed her teeth across Jessamine's shoulder and sank her fangs into the flesh at the base of her neck, causing another orgasm to rip through her body. She was still latched on when her cock shivered and deposited another flood into Jessamine's depths. There was no holding it back, this time, and both of them felt a rush of hot, slick, and wet run down their thighs.
Jessamine leaned back, still speared on Nia's cock, letting her partner hold her whole weight as she began to furiously frig herself with both hands. If she did it just right—and she knew how to do it just right—it wouldn't take very long at all, now.
"Do it," Nia growled. "Make yourself a fountain. Give the world your offering. Sanctify this act."
She roared as she marshaled all her strength to lift herself off Nia's cock at the last moment, whirling around to be caught in Nia's safe hands as she squirted by the bucketful all over Nia's face and tits. It was a strange consecration, to be sure, but it was the only one she could believe in. Jessamine knew what gods walked this earth—and one of them was her lover.
Nia laid her gently down on a dry patch of the sun-warmed bed. They didn't say anything more. What more was there to say? They basked in each other's glow and reveled in their happy silence.
A few minutes thereafter, Jessamine heard a sound that she'd almost forgotten she had been waiting to hear: Shuhui's car, coming up the drive.
"That's Shu," Jessamine observed for Nia's benefit. "She's back from her trip."
Jessamine couldn't have sounded sad about it, even if she'd tried, but worry still skewered her heart.
"Is that going to be okay?" she asked. "You and me and Shu, all together? You are everything to me, know that, but so is she. I wouldn't leave her for all the love in the world, even love so potent as yours."
Nia laughed, a little sadly, and that was how Jessamine learned how she sounded when she got offended—another new thing, for a spirit.
"Jessamine," she scoffed, "if she has your heart, then she has mine, too. I am yours with every fiber of my queer being, but there is plenty of me to go around. If you fell in love with her, can you imagine a world where I did not fall in love with her, too?"
Jessamine shook her head. She had seen so many real and unbelievable things in her life that she knew when to recognize a thing of pure fantasy. There was no version of the life they had to come where this wasn't going to be okay.
"Okay," Jessamine sighed. "That's good."
She laughed, feeling silly.
"If we go now, we can meet Shuhui at the door," she suggested. "She hates traveling, for as much as she does it, so she always strips down in the foyer. She claims that she doesn't want to sully our home with the dregs of the world outside, but I think she just likes being naked as soon as she can be."
"Don't we all," Nia agreed.
Shuhui already had her dress halfway over her head by the time they got to the front of the house. Her cute little ass waggled as she tried to shimmy her way free.
"Need a hand with that?" Jessamine offered.
"Yes, please," managed Shuhui, though her voice was muffled by the stiff fabric.
Jessamine placed her hands unnecessarily low on Shuhui's body, cupping her ass tightly enough that she could feel the edges of her cunt beneath her thin panties, eliciting a tittering groan from her returning lover. She moved her hands up slowly, going over her hips and under her armpits and only there at the end actually helping the dress come free. Shuhui thanked her in kind, swinging around to offer Jessamine a deep kiss and a quick two-fingered salute up her cunt, which she discovered was absolutely drenched.
"I see you got started without me," Shuhui remarked. "Or—do we have a guest? There weren't any cars in the yard."
"Ah, yes, about that," Jessamine stammered. "We do have a guest, I guess you could say, but she's less of a guest and more of a surprise permanent addition to our family."
Shuhui raised a skeptical eyebrow, but before she could inquire further, Nia stepped around the corner. The spirit hadn't put on any more clothes than Jessamine had and she was still just as hard as she had been when she and Jessamine had left the bedroom, damn her immeasurable stamina. To say that she cut a striking figure standing there in the archway to the rest of the villa would be a gross understatement.
"Holy fuck," Shuhui echoed.
"Shuhui Murry," Jessamine addressed her by her full name, in the old way, "light of my days, last great love of my life, I'd like you to meet the first."
Nia gave her a sheepish wave.
The three of them went inside together. Jessamine and Nia told Shuhui the whole story, down to its bones. Soon after, they all went back to bed. Not all the days that followed were perfect, but they had more perfect days than most, and when at last her end did come, Jessamine was ready and the spirit of love was by her side.