Dark Empathy by Archibald Bradford (inspiring books for teens TXT) 📕

come into his powers, parts of Nameless dwelled within each of his bond-mates, just as parts of them dwelled within him, but he had never completely entered Milly’s mind like this.

Like all monster girls, how she viewed herself and how she viewed the world was reflected in her mental landscape.

In a word? Rustic.

It reminded him of nothing so much as an amalgamation of their homey cottage and Paul Fletcher’s barn.

But the whole place was shaking as waves of shame wracked the little Minotaur nestled in a pile of hay in one corner.

He was vividly reminded of what Miranda had once told him: with a few careless words, you could ruin her.

Oh Milly, my Milly, you have nothing to be ashamed of!

But the piteous little girl that she had become in her own mind let out a painful low and turned to bury her face further into the pile of hay.

At something of a loss, Nameless thought on how he had helped Erica and Nina, who were both Tenebrae when they met.

But their shame had been different, so all consuming that he initially could not get through to them with his desperate pleas.

Milly was choosing not to hear him.

Dimly he heard, or rather felt, Volka’s mind reaching for his.

Husband, please. I know what is to be done! I have seen this before, long ago.

He cast about, looking for her in the rustic cottage of Milly’s mind, but could not see her, or any of his anchors for that matter.

Once more Volka’s worried thoughts joined with his, explaining things.

You share the sacred bond and it is therefore impossible for you to lose yourself in her mind. Your anchors are unneeded so you left them behind, left US behind. Draw on our strength, I have told the others what is needed.

Distracted as he was by the sobbing Minotaur youth, it took Nameless a few moments to do as his Valkyrie asked, but soon they were all there, their minds all joined as one inside of Milly’s.

Erica’s hazy form waved her hand in front of her face, watching the ethereal limb ghost by her nose.

Whoa. This is so trippy.

Ophelia floated over to her, her wings unneeded, and was quick to admonish her.

Dearheart! Focus! Our bond-sister needs us!

Right! Sorry!

The tiny red mountain stood by Volka’s hip, also looking around.

Forgot what this shit was like, it’s much nicer in here then it was in mine. But let’s get this done already. Milly, quit being an ass.

The youthful Minotaur mooed louder, ignoring Nina’s words.

The mountain shrugged.

Worth a shot.

Volka interjected, her thoughts commanding.

Enough! Please, all of you! Do as I said! Erica, you have known her the longest, I think this will work best with you. Show her.

Um... okay, but... how, exactly?

With a thought, Volka conveyed to Nameless what was needed, and a moment later he was shifting everybody, including the sobbing Milly, into Erica’s mind.

It was like their cottage had been converted into some kind of fetish club.

Liquid arousal permeated the air, reflecting the Katje’s amorous nature, while memories of her numerous couplings with Nameless and the others filled their shared mind.

More than one of them questioned how the Katje was able to function.

That... is so incredibly hot.

It was Volka’s turn to be distracted, as she witnessed her first time with her husband, through Erica’s eyes.

But her distraction was short lived: a now-sulking, but at least fully grown, Milly had her arms crossed and was doing her best not to watch the sex-crazed cat’s thoughts as they played out around them.

I don’t see how this helps anything.

Nameless felt a wave of relief that she was at least talking to them, but he simply watched as Erica came to the fore and stood before Milly.

This helps, because now I can show you something, something I’M not proud of.

With a thought and a wave, she cast aside her constant arousal and the recollections fueling it and instead directed the Minotaur’s attention to another memory.

This one was bundled up with a familiar possessive emotion, but it wasn’t directed at Nameless.

It was about Milly.

The memory of Erica was watching the cow girl sleep, Nameless on the other side of her, snoring softly. It was the night after the cat had first made love to her new master.

Her emotions were still quite shaky from so recently being a Tenebrae, and she had much to work through. And though she felt the heat of the bond, so strongly she even now wanted to wake Nameless up for another round, she was also deeply conflicted.

Nameless and Milly had been selling the Minotaur’s milk, in a desperate bid to raise enough money to rescue Erica.

But Milly’s milk was hers! It had always been hers, since the first time the Minotaur had blushingly exposed her breasts to the hungry cat’s eyes.

Her most selfish desire in the whole world was for her and Nameless to feed off of Milly... and no other.

The Minotaur was thunderstruck.

As were her bond-sisters, save Volka.

Before any of them said anything, the horny Katje flooded her own mind with thoughts and memories of going down on each of them, including Nameless.

It was... distracting, just as she intended.

I love you all, so don’t make too big a thing of it. Once upon a time Milly’s milk was all mine, as were her big ol’ boobies. But things are infinitely better for us now, and I honestly don’t mind sharing them.

As they shook off the wave of arousal her ardent thoughts inflicted upon them, she focused her attention on Milly.

I would bet my claws that it is like that for all of us, in some way or another. Ophelia had him all to herself for ages, but could never act on