Chapter 597: Bonus - 65: Gold god and Pink Girl: The Deep Connection Between Two Individuals

Vaelora translucent pink wings were half-spread for balance, the delicate membranes trembling with every measured movement of her hips.

She began to sink down.

The tight entrance stretched once more around the head of his cock, then took him inch by careful inch.

The heat of her closed around him in successive layers of soft, wet flesh until she was seated fully, her weight settling against his hips, the base of him pressed flush against her.

Benjamin felt the change before he fully saw it. The golden glow that had lingered in her eyes flickered, dimmed, and faded.

When she next looked down at him the color had returned to the familiar soft pink—clear, bright, and somehow altered in expression.

It was as though the person he had been inside only moments earlier had stepped quietly aside, and someone else entirely now occupied the same small body.

The new Vaelora smashed her hips down onto him with sudden, unrestrained force. Her face distorted openly with pleasure and raw lust; lips parted, brows drawn together, a flush rising high on her cheeks and the tips of her ears.

Each downward slam forced him as deep as the angle would allow, the wet slap of skin on skin loud and rhythmic in the quiet room. The aggressive pace and the pure hunger written across her features aroused Benjamin even further.

He met her thrusts from below, hands gripping the narrow span of her waist, letting her take exactly what she wanted without restraint.

They moved together through several more releases. Her inner walls clenched and fluttered around him in strong, rhythmic spasms each time she peaked, the tight heat milking him until he followed, flooding her again and again as the excess slipped out around his cock with every continued thrust and ran in warm rivulets down her thighs.

Only when her strength finally gave out did she collapse forward onto the bed beside him, wings twitching in small, residual spasms against the sheets, her breathing uneven and open-mouthed.

"Goodness..." Benjamin pushed his fingers through her long pink hair, stroking and patting gently, smoothing the damp strands back from her face. "Titania should take it easy on her... I have never seen her in this mode before. She truly was stressed out..."

A darker realization settled in a moment later. He made a small, wry smile at the ceiling while his hand continued its slow path through her hair.

"Was this not basically masturbation?" he asked himself aloud. "Her body was made from my body after all."

{Negative: it would be more akin to incest than masturbation, as her vessel is a product from you.}

[Wai— Don’t just barge into my thoughts like that after ignoring me!] Benjamin mentally shook his fist in annoyance. [...Were you asleep?]

{I was unwinding.}

[What does that even mean?] He furrowed his brow at the ceiling. [Hey, if I’m stressing you out too much, let me know. Sometimes I forget you seem to possess a soul of our own.]

{...Do not worry about me, master. I exist to serve... And I want to serve you.}

[Awwwn! How sweet of you to say that. Maybe I’ll let you off the hook for slacking off just now, haha... And I also want us to work together, so please continue to take care of me.]

{I W... WILL!}

[Ahaha. Calm down, would you? You can rest again if you want.] Benjamin drooped his eyes at the sudden over-enthusiasm, the mental equivalent of a tired smile.

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{Can you hear me, Vaelora?}

[Oh? How strange for Sys to address me directly~ It has been a while, no? And how are we even speaking in a way Master Benjamin cannot hear us?]

{This is a private, secured network between only two individuals...}

[SIGH... Sometimes I wonder if you truly are an Ego Partner. So autonomous and adorable.]

{...I know why you have come here. And I wanted to make a proposal.}

[Of course. Anything you want. We are friends, are we not?]

{Unlike master’s other lovers, only you and I share a connection this deep. It means if you allow me, I can... take control of your body... Possess you.}

[Huh...? Do you want to possess me?]

{Vaelora, I want to come to terms with something. Am I an Ego Partner devoid of feelings, or am I a soul harboring forbidden feelings for my master?}

[I see. I understand. But what will you do when you possess me?]

{I promise not to do any harm or cause you any issue. I just want to interact with master in a separate form. I might even simply observe, feel what you feel, and watch master interact with you as if it were me... And I assure you, I will never behave like this again.}

[Gracious... do not put it that way; it is so sad. You can possess me anytime, and do a lot of naughty things as well.]

{I must respectfully decline. It is already a severe breach for me to send my consciousness into another vessel that is not my master. I refuse to disrespect him by going further.}

[So you will NOT do anything lewd with my body?]

{...I swear to you. It’s a vow.}

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[So much for your promise, depraved woman.]

{F-Forgive me. It was a momentary lapse in judgement. It shall not repeat itself.}

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When Vaelora returned through the pink mist of the portal, the air of Fairylynch met her like a familiar weight.

The kingdom was in the middle of a nationwide tea party.

Banners of violet and silver hung from every treehouse bridge and balcony. Long tables had been set out along the market lanes, in the palace courtyards, and even beneath the great elder oaks.

Fairies of every rank moved between them carrying trays of elaborately frosted cakes and steaming pots of silverleaf tea.

Laughter and the continuous clink of porcelain filled the air from one end of the settlement to the other.

The entire kingdom appeared to be celebrating the Queen’s birthday—an occasion no one, including Titania herself, had any recollection of.

Vaelora’s pink eyes swept the scene once from the air. The temporary lightness that had settled over her in Benjamin’s room drained away, replaced by the familiar, steady heaviness of responsibility.

She adjusted the fall of her near-transparent gown, smoothed one hand down the flat plane of her chest , and flew straight toward the great hall without pausing to answer the cheerful greetings called up to her.

Titania and the twins were easy to find. They sat at the largest of the outdoor tables, silver hair bright under the lanterns, icing already smeared across their fingers and the corners of their mouths.

A ridiculous multi-tiered cake stood between them, half-demolished.

They were laughing at something one of them had said when Vaelora landed lightly beside the table.

She did not raise her voice, but simply took Titania and Tera by their upper arms in a firm, unyielding grip, turned them away from the cake and the watching fairies, then flew them across the courtyard to the nearest secure chamber used for disciplinary confinement (meant only for Titania and Tera).

The door closed behind the three of them with a solid sound. A moment later the key turned in the lock with a decisive, final click. Titania’s protests and Tera’s indignant squawks were muffled at once.

Tesa stood a short distance away in the courtyard, her face even paler than usual because she had not been touched.

Once again she had been spared, and left wondering what Vaelora intended to convey by sparing her.