Framework of the Frontier by Sain Artwell (top ten ebook reader TXT) 📕

a cock spread her with a moan of pleasure and a wet sex seeped in girlcum and seed splatted against her mouth.

Her arms were pinned to the ground and legs spread. She could not see, only smell Rulu’s flesh and sex, only feel the two bodies on her and the heartbeat of Will’s madly pistoning cock.

The pleasure hurt nicely.

It hurt good and long — all night long. Maybe. Ember’s track of time became one mushy ball of smooth beautiful aboleth and hard rugged Will.

When they lay in each others’ arms, the mix of hers and Will’s multiple orgasms lingered warmly between her thighs. Sleep began to draw down her eyelids and every other blink was already a dream.

“William. Ember.”

Will’s chest rumbled under Ember’s head with a questioning ‘hrrm’.

“Rulu.” Ember liked the sound of her name. It was cute and smoll like Rulu.

“I… Am unsure how to express this.” It made Rulu pause for a long time. “I feel a great amount of attachment to your happiness. This may be love.”

William let out a long satisfied sigh, patting the silly cutie’s head. “Love you too Rulu. Ember too.”

“Me too. I love you both.” Ember murmured, reaching over William’s chest to touch Rulu.

“Bless me William,” Rulu said. “I wish to see into your soul.”

Ember remembered the uneasy feeling the moment William finished, “I bless your strength.”

“I will forever be grateful for everything you two have given me. These days with you gave purpose to my escape from the depths. Life you made me dream of was beyond the most blissful fantasies I entertained down below.” Rulu stood, her patterns glowing intensely.

Ember could not move, but felt no pain. She saw William’s eyes wide open as he stared, trapped by the same magic as her.

The corners of Rulu’s mouth trembled as she cried. “You are brave and strong and kind. I shall not allow you to end because your fate chanced to intertwine with mine. You will continue and together you will obtain happiness. It is noble to dream of attaining more might, but I believe you too know the reality of it, my beloved William. True power is not easily obtained at the best of times, and in hurry, nigh impossible. In time you might reach a might to match a leviathan’s. I shall ensure that such a time can come. Spread your gifts to the realms and remember me.”

She knelt down to kiss him and Ember once.

“I shall leave you a core, which leads to the door beyond the mountains. By the time you reach Nastall, I shall be far beneath the depths. I must apologize for this. Deception makes me uneasy, and I hope you will forgive me in time, for my selfish desire of wanting to share a few more moments of bliss.” Rulu nodded to herself, wiping her eyes. “I must be off now, before the blessing wears off or I may struggle to pacify whomever stands watch. Goodbye. If not in this life, may our paths cross again in the Dreaming once our souls scatter into the astral seas.”

Ember could hardly see anymore from the tears in her eyes, or breathe from her sobs. A droning sound intensified in her head, heralding the blackness of unconsciousness.

23

The arcane patterns within a golem core illuminated the night-blue ruins around Rulu, as she closed the Maze entrance. A shiver trickled up Rulu’s spine with thoughts of both relief and dread.

No longer were the people she cared for in harm’s way, so long as she walked into the maws of death.

At least the night chose to grant her a refreshing breeze. Rulu brushed hair out of her eyes. Howls of the sky above clouds were turbulent and the stars as numerous and bright as the spawn of an elder mnemiopth during the Dance of the Chasm. Surface world, though awfully dry, was a place of beauty as great as the sea.

Not long after leaving the Maze behind, Rulu noted an unpleasant tingling on her chest. The mask she had worn to fool the cores with deteriorated rapidly, melting into a stinky yellow stain on the tattered fabric of her dress. Cold fingers of grief clenched her chest, and, in that moment of lost focus, the golem cores in her bag throbbed, preparing to fire earlier than she needed them to.

Rulu pushed her hand into them and reached out to the artificial echoes in the dreaming, lulling them with a jolt of confusion. They calmed. She did not.

Tears began their flow anew, dyed by anguish and anger. William’s gifts, however meager of quality, had been precious to her. It saddened Rulu that she had been too prideful to thank him for it properly.

She moped, while climbing the stairs to a hill with woods swaying to wind, while descending a gravely path, and still moped when she arrived at the square pool of Nastall. She dove in.

Though a far cry from the luxurious palaces of All Depths, these waters had a sweet softness and the life within swam innocent and beautiful — uncorrupted by the sorceries of the aboleth and free from the domination of leviathans. Rulu remembered the night she’d made love to William here and again her chest ached. Though it had been a brief dream, she had imagined a life where this would be her humble home.

She closed her eyes and dreamt of it again.

Just once.

Or twice.

The surface was disturbed. Rulu’s eyes snapped open and locked on a stunted figure scooping water into jugs. Swimming up closer, she realized it was Rettete, the incomprehensibly rude vendor. Her face drew into a scowl.

Rettete squinted back, doubling the amount of grooves on his age etched face. “A sea-hag.” His voice was an obnoxious hiss, similar to the wheezing of a long-dead whale re-awakened by a curse of necromancy. “What’s you want?