The Seeker | Volume 2

Sylvie dragged Sabestian's corpse onto the kitchen table, leaning in closer to sniff the now pale skin, smelling for any traces of blood.

She then sighed softly as all sense of seductiveness and sensualness left her body as if an aura around her had been lifted by magic.

Damien remained deathly silent, covering his mouth with his hand as he watched the Demoness crawl onto the table and pull down her undergarments. 

He quickly looked away, covering his eyes as his innocent self couldn't bear to see a woman's private areas.

As Sylvie thrusted in and out of Sabestian's dried and paralyzed corpse, her mind began to fill with an image of a deck of cards, with symbols etched on the back of them.

The Cards of Replication!

She saw the scene of a man wearing alchemical wear and goggles pulling out one of these cards in a dimly lit expanse. Her eyes suddenly turned illusory and ethereal as the ends of her lipstick-covered lips curled up into a grin.

She then saw another scene flash before her eyes in this illusory world she seemed to have encountered. 

She then saw my figure lying on the ash-colored grass, my eyes closed as I seemed to be in a slumber.

Sylvie raised an eyebrow slightly upon seeing this. Using a Demonesse's ability of Pinpoint, she could track anything she desired. By fornicating on Sabestian's corpse, she could pry into his memories and anything related to those memories, thus creating an artificial chain of information!

She saw the scene of the Silver Snake Committee discussing my entry, the scene of Arden and Cosette discussing the cards and the Zourist Family.

Even with the mention of the Zourist Family from the previous epoch, she didn't find it interesting in the slightest.

She caught sight of the mountain, the storm and Cheyenne and the rest of the travelers of The People of The Wind. Using this, she quickly deduced my current location.

…

As I dreamed, I didn't feel anything peculiar or suspicious. I simply found myself in a field filled with colorful flowers, lying down as I stared into the blue sky with barely any clouds. 

Cheyenne taught me something I found very interesting: lucid dreaming. Apparently I could control what happens in my dreams by simply becoming aware that I was dreaming. With help from my supernatural abilities, I was able to accomplish this rather easily.

Suddenly, I felt an unprecedented sense of anxiety and a strange sense of arousal. The bright blue sky above me quickly dimmed, before all it seemed to gather in a particular spot above me, quickly transforming into a dim, yellow hue.

Around the illusory yellow dot, I could see semi-transparent wood begin to manifest, wood planks that stretched a few meters to form a ceiling.

Around me, the grass quickly dissipated, and I felt a soft and almost squishy surface form under me, reminiscent of a bed. When I looked below me I could see that I was indeed a bed below me!

The scene of the meadow quickly vanished, walls formed under the ceiling, and the scene of Seraphis Kingdom appeared outside a nearby window. 

"What is this?…" I thought to myself.

I tried to lean up, but I quickly felt a restraint around my arms and legs. I looked down and noticed that 4 pairs of cuffs were latched to my arms and legs.

I closed my eyes tightly as sweat beamed down my head. I tried desperately to wake up, but I could still feel this sensation of the bed under me and the cuffs around my limbs.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of a door opening. My eyes flew in and I saw none other than Shinso standing in front of me, his gray collared shirt half undone, revealing his bare chest. 

My breathing froze for a few moments upon seeing the projection of him in front of me. If this were really him, I would be feeling a lot less anxious. 

But I could tell this wasn't him, instead a dream projection. Wait, not a dream projection, an invader!

"Shinso" chuckled deeply as he reached for the buttons of his shirt, slowly undoing the rest of them and letting the shirt fall to the ground limply.

He then walked forward and crawled onto the bed, reaching downwards to undo his pants and underwear.

I closed my eyes as I felt "Shinso's" naked form crawl onto me. I felt "him" run an ice cold hand down my bare chest, making me shiver profusely.

"Tell me about them." Shinso spoke up. 

I felt my heart drop. This was Shinso's voice, but it wasn't "his" voice at the same time. The other half of "his" voice was reminiscent of a woman. 

"W-Who are you?" I asked, my eyes opening to gaze at "Shinso".

"Shinso" looked down at me with an almost predatory gaze. 

"He" then slowly felt his hand around my torso, running "his" finger along the hem of my shirt. I unconditionally shivered from this sensation. I didn't want any of this happening to me, not now!

With a quick move, "Shinso" removed my shirt. I felt my cheeks heat up profusely upon seeing what "he" had done without my consent.

"I-I won't tell you anything I know…" I whimpered, feeling extremely vulnerable around the "Shinso" with a contorted voice.

"He" quickly put a finger over my lip, signaling me to close them. I felt my breathing quicken as "Shinso" slowly reached for the hem of my pajama bottoms before slowly taking them off, leaving me in nothing but my underwear.

I closed my eyes tightly as I bit my lip. Soon, I felt the warm feeling of blood run down my cheeks, coating the area below my mouth in red.

"Shinso" leaned forward and licked that area, "his" tongue uncharacteristically long, almost like a python. The tongue danced along my face and around my neck, making me shiver and moan even if I felt absolutely violated.

"The cards, dear." "Shinso" said softly, leaning forward closer, "his" eyes narrowing as the indigo pupils flickered with a sensual arousal and seemed to infect the surrounding area. 

"His" tousled indigo hair suddenly began to grow longer as he leaned in even closer, feeling his soft, hot breath against my earlobe.

"Cards?" I managed to gasp, the arousal that dominated from "Shinso's" fake dream projection had enveloped me even more, making me struggle to resist giving into "his" demands.

Why isn't The Umbridge helping me at this moment? Is whoever this person is even more powerful than "them"?

"He" traced his hand along my chest, "his" fingernails tickling my skin.

"Shinso" chuckled in "his" semi-feminine voice, "his" eyes flickering with a predatory expression. "He" suddenly lowered "his" hand and removed my underwear, now rendering my body completely exposed.

My now naked self was quickly covered by "Shinso's" naked form, I felt his throbbing and pulsing length in between my legs.

"If you want information on The Cards of Replication, I assure you I don't know anything. I haven't even found them yet…" I struggled.

"Don't worry, dear. I know you know nothing, but I have my own methods, even if they're considered unconsensual by others." "Shinso" said, "his" feminine half taking over his voice.

"Shinso's" hair suddenly became thicker, almost like thick purple ropes stood erected from his skull. These "ropes" began to hiss, as numerous pairs of purple eyes began to glow from the ends of the hair strands.

These hair strands had turned into snakes!

One of the snakes lunged forward, sinking its teeth into my nose. I let out a yelp, thrashing in protest upon feeling the sharp dagger-like teeth inside my nose.

My eyes suddenly washed over, as I felt my vision quickly blur.

With a yelp, I woke up in the real world. I felt a warm sensation in my pants, and upon looking at my underwear, I had a wet dream, and I had ejaculated.