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New Existence	By : Ecstatic-Evil Category: +S through Z > Soul Caliber Views: 4011 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-New Existence
- 1
The screaming that had been going on for two days on end subsided, and Ivy found herself quickly bored of her latest acquisition. Even so, she chuckled as she walked around him with her hips swaying sensually—she ran dry of amusement, but knew that her lover was already hard at work finding more “toys” to entertain her. This man had been a heavily-muscled local who talked tough, and he fancied himself to be a fighter to rival the swordsmen of the Far East.
To Ivy’s sick amusement, he screamed like a girl from the smallest of cuts, shedding blood on both blade and her white dominatrix outfit. She eyed the blood that was drying on Soul Edge’s blade, licking it sensuously as she shifted her gaze to eye her handiwork that was bound to a chair of cold steel. His cuts were deep and numerous, from head to toe to literally everywhere in between—when it came to Ivy’s new hobby, not even his cock was off limits.
She straight-up moaned in ecstasy from castrating him and slicing his penis off in a rough manner that left skin hanging off, leaving fountains of blood coming from where his testicles had been and pumping from the stump that his cock once occupied. She moaned from having that blood pump onto the tip of her tongue, from licking the blood from his wet and still-warm balls. In fact, that was the last thing Ivy had done to him…
Seeing his blood drip and splash on the floor made Ivy shiver in delight. The blood he shed was enough to repaint the floor ten times over—he was kept alive purely by Ivy’s will.
She placed her fingers under his chin, purple skin contacting him, and forced him to look into her glowing purple eyes. He gasped, fearing more pain would come to him—he didn’t know that the pain he felt from his cuts and the crude surgery performed on his cock and testicles was a like a mere prick with a needle compared to what he was about to feel.
“Be glad,” Ivy chuckled, taking pleasure in the fear coming off of him like steam. Her voice doubled—even tripled—over itself. Despite how softly she spoke, it seemed like the sheer unholy power that she possessed caused every word to echo, causing the stonework in the room to shudder violently. “For all your girly screaming, you have kept me entertained longer than anyone has so far. It’s a real pity that I seem to have broken you. Ah, well…I still have one final use for you.”
The man started feeling pain that dwarfed the pain from his wounds, like his bones were being splintered and stabbed into his muscles. It felt like his organs burned before exploding from within, the resulting blood feeling like magma underneath his skin. The same bones that stabbed him felt like they liquefied into molten metal, melting muscle and feeling as though it was leaking out through his skin. His whole body felt like a volcano waiting to erupt, yet the air that licked his sweating skin felt well below freezing—he felt encased within snow in the Swiss Alps in the dead of winter. His body became a plaything of impossible extremes.
After he squinted his eyes shut, he opened them to find himself out of his own body—a spectral projection of his soul, surrounded by wicked energy. The blood he had shed for two days took a life of its own, and slithered along the floor to Ivy. Blood mingled with her white outfit, dying it red, refusing to dry.
Ivy licked her lips, felt her labia throb and swell with each beat of her heart. The lips of her pussy swelled so much that they pushed against her clit and sent electricity through her nerves into her brain. Release approaching, Ivy yelled in ecstasy, “Yes, YES! GIVE ME YOUR SOUL!”
The man’s body started screaming in indescribable pain while his soul felt a sharp tug towards the wicked woman. He was frantic, desperate to get away, but he failed to move even the slightest millimeter away. He set his eyes on the woman and from her, he saw hundreds to thousands of pairs of spectral hands reaching for him—every soul that the blade has ever absorbed reached towards him, wanting to share their agony with him in a vain attempt to lessen their own.
The souls grabbed him and tugged sharply, and then blackness flooded his vision, followed by seeing fire surround him in an otherwise empty void. Screams reached his ears, and he knew he wasn’t alone. Though he felt his naked body burn and his nerves cry with agony, his skin remained uncharred by the flames that licked it, leaving his nerves intact to feel every sensation. His screams of agony joined the chorus that sang to the beings above them—the eternally joined Ivy and Inferno ground against each other to the rhythm that the screaming produced, replying to screams of agony with screams of ecstasy.
He was doomed to an eternity of agony, but to Ivy this was but a second of raw, orgasmic pleasure. She sighed as she felt the muscles of her pussy throb and contract, licking her lips as she felt her cum blasting out, restrained only by her outfit. It didn’t last, though; her cum leaked through both fabric and seams and started to drip down her leg and onto the stone below her. Her cum mingled with the blood that soaked into her outfit, leaving a mixture of her victim’s blood and her fluids to drip on the floor.
Kneeling down, she reached out her tongue and lapped the mixture up, taking pleasure in the taste. She smirked—so that’s what she tasted like every time Vännen ate her out. She laughed in amusement as she saw the mixture from her crotch keep dripping—she’d need to change clothes before meeting with Vännen, even though she knew she would start to leak around him anyway.
“Delicious,” she sighed. “Your soul was utterly delectable…”
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Dressed in her most revealing dominatrix outfit yet, Ivy met her lover Vännen at the entrance to the Valentine Mansion. He had an entranced woman in tow beside him. Ivy smiled—she had consumed three hundred souls in the two months since she awoken as Soul Edge’s symbiotic host, most of them men.
Men’s souls were more delicious, but the women screamed louder—Ivy found torturing them more satisfying...especially when she willed Soul Edge to snake into them, only to pull out violently and cause them to bleed. Ivy took erotic pleasure in lapping up the blood that spurted out from her victims’ pussies, combined with suckling her victims dry.
Male or female…it didn’t matter to Ivy how she got off on torturing her victims. She needed the pleasure, she needed to hear the sweet sound of screaming, and she needed their souls.
Stepping up to Vännen, Ivy put her arms around him and hugged tightly, her chest pressing hard against his own. Their hips ground against each other, restrained only by the clothes they wore. She felt his cock harden as he hugged back, and she knew instantly that he could smell her pussy leaking. Erotically, he softly bit the nape of her neck that sent a scorching sensation to every nook in her body, sizzling all the way down to her pussy. Her desire was clear to him—sex between them had practically become a daily occurrence, but the pleasure of his cock filling her with hot, rippling need never diminished in the slightest.
Ivy’s hand hovered over and rested on his cock, harder than stone and throbbing to the joint beating of their hearts. Vännen took note of her outfit, which was little beyond straps of leather that only covered her nipples, leaving the areola showing, and it dug into her mons and between her leaking labia. It dug into her large breasts, making them bounce and jiggle with every action she took. Finally, it dug into the crack of her ass, the strip covered completely by her cheeks—her ass felt naked to his touch.
It was like the outfit was chosen purely to pique his interests. Deciding to take Ivy up on it, Vännen teased her with a tongue running along the darkened area surrounding Ivy’s nipples, eliciting a shudder of pleasure—she was begging for him to take her now, in front of an audience.
But he was content to make her wait longer—it made the release so much more satisfying…
“I know what you want,” he whispered softly in her ear. “It’ll have to wait, though...”
He chuckled when he saw her pouting in his arms. Even so, he wouldn’t deny her his entry into her. As they separated, Ivy eyed the woman...
“So, she’s going to be my new playmate?” Ivy asked.
“I know how you love it when your women scream, but I’m afraid not,” Vännen confessed. “Countess, meet Ms. Schbeiker—a visitor from the Holy Roman Empire.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Countess Valentine,” the woman said in a chilling monotone, indicating her trance-like state.
“I chose Ms. Schbeiker here to have her soul touched,” Vännen said. “She’d then be sent back home to touch others.”
Ivy grinned—by “touching her soul”, Vännen meant blessing her soul with Soul Edge’s energies, making her Malfested. This would make her a fully willing servant of Ivy’s, able to hear Ivy through a link that joined all souls touched by the blade—a little personal touch added by Ivy. What souls Schbeiker consumed would go to Ivy, so Ivy wouldn’t have to be present.
“I love how your mind works, Vännen,” Ivy said blissfully.
“Ms. Schbeiker, if you would head upstairs to the study...” Vännen ordered.
“Yes...” Schbeiker trailed, before stepping upward one stair step at a time.
As soon as the sound of a closing door echoed to the foyer, Vännen frowned and turned to face the front door (which was open just a crack).
“I know you’ve been following us,” he said. “Come on out!”
A ringblade flew, embedding itself deep in the floor in front of Ivy and Vännen. That’s when the girl in green showed up. While nowhere near as revealing as Ivy’s outfit, the girl’s outfit left little to the imagination. That chest, though...the slightest slip of the blade and her ample breasts would just fall under the influence of gravity.
Green hair, makeup across the nose, and she kept the psychotic smirk that said she got off on slaughter. Ivy and Vännen both knew the face—there was no question about it: Tira.
“Tira...” Vännen said. “It’s been some time...”
“Yngvarr...” Tira replied. “Or is it Vännen now? I lost track of the number of times you’d changed your name.”
“Ahh, I remember this one,” Ivy said, stepping around Vännen to the forefront. “I remember you from Ostrheinsburg Castle—you seem to have done a bad job of finding a host for Soul Edge. He beat you to it...if only I knew how exquisite it felt, I would have accepted it sooner.”
“Isabella Valentine,” Tira said. “You’re Soul Edge’s new host?”
“‘New host’? You’re too funny,” Ivy said before summoning a cloud of wicked energy, which formed into her own version of Soul Edge—like her Ivy Blade, it was segmented and responded to her will. This blade had eyes on each side on every single segment—Ivy stared at them affectionately, and they stared right back.
She thrust Soul Edge forward, and the segments separated. Tira ended up surprised not by the thrust, but by the fact that the blade moved away from its course to circle around her and held still in mid-air, with the very tip of the blade resting on her throat. She saw that every eye of Soul Edge was fixated on her, as though staring at a delicious meal or an appealing lay.
“Am I Soul Edge’s new host? Yes and no—Inferno has always wrested control of his many bodies from his hosts, but not me. My soul has long desired him, but I was once in denial. But no more…I’m no host for Soul Edge—I am Soul Edge,” Ivy said. “I remember your service—so I order you now: serve me, and you will have the reward you desire.”
Tira grinned; could it truly be that Soul Edge found a permanent host in Ivy Valentine? That Ivy was more than simply a shell through which her master acted and instead became her master? Tira wasn’t sure, but the pure power that radiated from Ivy told her that it was true...and Tira’s ultimate desire—to become one with Soul Edge—meant that she would obey.
“What is your first desire?” Tira said, smiling.
The segments circled back around her before rejoining into one blade, which promptly dissolved into Ivy’s body. “Come to me, Tira,” she said.
Complying, Tira approached Ivy cautiously until they were mere centimeters apart. Ivy closed the remaining distance, her body pulsing with Soul Edge’s aura. Slipping a hand on the small of Tira’s back with an intimate and sensual touch, her glowing eyes stared deeply into Tira’s eyes.
“If you truly have the desire and willpower needed to serve me,” Ivy started. ”Then you will survive the power I will bless you with—if not, well... your soul will suffice.”
Before Tira could say another word Ivy’s closed lips crashed against her own, sending electricity through her body and down her spine. Ivy’s breasts pushed against her own, and she felt hot skin touch her own. A scorching sensation of pleasure started at Tira’s heart and spread on outwards—a pleasure more satisfying than her bloodiest kill, more satisfying than the best fuck she’d ever had in her whole life. When their lips parted, Tira fell to the ground convulsing—everything beyond her chest started out feeling numb.
She saw the sky through the skylight above her and noticed it taking a more sinister hue. Flashes of a paradise of black skies, blood and all the people she could ever want to kill entered her mind’s eye. Fire engulfed homes and corpses, and people screamed in a chorus that was music to Tira’s ears—she heard the screams and felt her pussy moisten and cream. She reflexively clenched her right hand into a fist, feeling neither numbness nor pain, but fire.
I feel different... Tira thought, feeling every muscle in her body clench in orgasmic pleasure. She looked down at her rapidly transforming body and felt a sense of renewed vigor that refused to leave. She felt a meld of her soul with a greater entity, felt as though her flesh was being sown to another body. Tira was a mere thread being sown into the fabric that was Soul Edge, and she loved it! She loved her newfound power, loved her integration with the blade, and loved being flooded with pleasure that belittled the greatest sex she’d ever had.
Being absorbed by Soul Edge could wait, she believed. She wanted to milk this feeling for all it was worth.
She picked herself off the ground as the purple cloud of energy dispersed and looked deeply into Ivy’s eyes, which hers now matched—glowing purple with black sclera. Tira’s skin also became a similar shade of purple, and her clothing also changed to show that she’d been blessed by her new mistress.
“I feel you woven into my soul, and into my flesh,” Ivy said. “You survived…Congratulations, my servant—or perhaps, I should consider you my daughter. From now on, no thought you have is hidden from me. You will be able to hear me from across this world—whatever souls you may consume shall be consumed by me. And once this world is ready to burn and your soul becomes ripe, you shall become a part of me...as you so desire.”
“What do you wish of me now?” Tira asked, her voice echoing the power Soul Edge gave her.
“You and Schbeiker will head back across the channel,” Ivy said. “If I will you to do so, you can spread my power to others just as I did to you. Schbeiker will go back to the Holy Roman Empire and start there—you will go to Athens, and track down Sophitia Alexandra’s child. She will be of use later. I will follow you to the mainland at the end of the month. Then, the slaughter begins...”
Smiling wickedly, Tira said, “I’ll get it done...Countess.”
As Tira turned to leave, Ivy said one last thing, “There’s no need to be considerate with others—kill anyone who gets in your way. Indulge yourself...”
Tira was enjoying the new Ivy already...that Inferno chose a female body to fuse with was appealing to her, as well. Perhaps Tira could join with Soul Edge in more ways than one—she was always curious about how another woman was in bed…
She licked her lips at the thought—Ivy didn’t seem all that picky. Maybe she’d agree to a threesome…
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After doing the same thing to Schbeiker as she did to Tira, events led to Ivy under her bed’s covers with Vännen that night as a thunder storm raged. Her lips met Vännen’s and their tongues played around with each other, and she kept a firm death grip on his shoulders as his hands cupped her breasts, hard nipples caught and tickled between strong fingers. Suddenly, he broke her grip as if it were nothing and left her face-down on the bed, putting his large hands on her ass and massaging her hard.
She enjoyed his foreplay—his hands grabbed her hips and he lifted her effortlessly in the air, pushing her face into the pillow. She wanted to feel him push into her pussy, now. Please, now! But Vännen was never one to merely submit to her—he loved hearing her beg for him, just like she loved hearing him beg for her. She felt the mattress dip under his weight and felt the fiery slid of his tongue between her legs.
“Ahh...” Ivy’s cry ended on a whimper, and she found herself bucking against Vännen with the clenching of her pussy. He kept lapping at her, spearing her with his tongue and leaving the area around her labia warm and wet. Suddenly, his lips encircled her clit and he suckled, pressing down on the sensitive organ with his tongue.
The scream exploded out of her as she felt herself climax, and she found herself clamping her legs on each side of his head and bucking against him. His tongue found entry into her gushing pussy once more, her fluids finding their way to his tongue—he still suckled, eating her out like the hungry demon that he was.
He dragged his tongue across her clit once more, taking the lips of her pussy into his hot mouth and brought Ivy to another clenching, screaming climax. The air of her room settled on her dampening flesh, causing goose bumps to rise along her back and belly. He ended his lapping, leaving her on the very precipice of another climax.
Gently, he lowered her back down on the bed, and she rolled over to face him. Vännen’s face was streaked in her fluids and his tongue snaked as far out as possible to clean his face, licking her cum off his fingers, otherwise. She looked over her breasts to see that his thick cock was completely flush with blood, ready to fill her with six inches of pulsing need. She made urgent, animalistic noises asking—no, begging—for him to fill her, to which he gave a soft growl of acknowledgement.
Vännen’s hands trailed across her hips as he pushed into Ivy’s tight and creaming passage, the heat of his cock practically scalding her walls. He didn’t give Ivy time to adapt to his length and girth, knowing how much she loved it when he was aggressive with their joining. The muscles of her pussy stretched as he filled her and as his cock thickened with every thrust, to the point where it just barely fit within her walls, threatening to split her pussy wide open. Ivy adapted to the speed and force with which he thrust, her pussy expanding in order to fit his cock. Crossing her legs behind Vännen’s back and digging into hard muscle, Ivy forced him to sit up and drag her with him.
Vännen found his hands tight on Ivy’s ass, using it to aid his thrusting into her. The friction he felt against his cock kept bringing him closer, but release still eluded him. Ivy’s sharp teeth found the nape of his neck, and she squeezed him with her legs with every thrust he made. He thrust and thrust, building pressure until his seed was just barely within him.
For a few tense minutes nothing happened, save for estrogen and testosterone filling the air. Both Ivy and Vännen smelled it in the room, choking out the oxygen. Sweat mingled with sweat, hormones coated their bodies, and then sweet release hit.
Ivy thrust her breasts hard against his chest and the muscles of her pussy clenched and creamed as she felt his enormous cock throb within her, filling her with his seed that he had waited the entire day to release. The spillfires of orgasm tore from them both in the form of screams that drowned out the thunderclap from the lightning directly outside the window. Ivy’s walls scorched as they were painted white with Vännen’s seed, and she panted as she begged him to continue his satisfying thrusting into her body.
“More…” she begged. “Fill me with…more…”
Vännen gifted her with Soul Edge—her reward to him was her first-ever fuck. It was hard to believe two months ago, Ivy had been a celibate woman who feared spreading Soul Edge’s influence through a child. But that was when Ivy was weak—Ivy as she was now had no qualms with sex. In fact, she was quite given to raping her torture victims. Vännen and her had sex countless times every night, each fuck just as good as the last.
No, each was even better than the last…
She fell backwards on the bed, carrying Vännen with her. When it was said and done, Ivy lie relaxed on Vännen’s chest, her tongue running across his sweat-drenched skin. She still felt him within her, his hot cock rhythmically pulsing, swollen tightly against her walls, and matching the beating of his heart.
Instant gratification is so overrated, Ivy thought. So much greater intensity is achieved by starving one’s appetites before…gorging with full force…
“You truly believe Tira to be a wise choice as a follower?” Vännen asked, breaking the sweet silence.
“When my soul merged with Inferno, our desires became one.” Ivy said. “In fact, I was waiting for Tira to show up—I desired to bestow a fragment of my power to her. I attached strings to my blessings, of course. What I know and she doesn’t is that it will keep any rebellion in line—Tira has free will to kill whomever she want and indulge herself, but she can’t stray from my will.”
“Nor can I,” Vännen concluded. “When I tell you my body and soul are yours, I mean every word...”
“Vännen, look at me.” Ivy said, as if scolding a child. She willed her unholy power to surround her, the purple aura streaming off her naked body and highlighting her tight curves and her full breasts, along with the tiny gap between them. “It is you who delivered me this gift and made me understand who I was meant to be—my gratitude to you does not end at sex. I released you from the binds that tie you to me since—all your servitude has been your own choice. You guard me and lie with me of your own volition.”
“Of course,” she added, wiggling her hips and thrusting aggressively against Vännen’s hips, feeling a hot jet of semen enter her. “If you decide to go after Tira, I might just bind you again.”
“Tira?”
“I’ve seen how you eye her!” Ivy chided. “Torturing women by having your way with them is one thing, but getting together with her...that doesn’t sit right by me.”
“I love how you lecture me on other women, when you don’t have a problem violating the men I bring you,” Vännen teased.
“Like I said: torture,” Ivy said. ”And speaking of torture...”
Her version of torturing Vännen was to abruptly end their union and slide off his cock, further taunting him by drawing attention to the white line of his semen thinning and breaking when she got too far. He felt so cold without the wet warmth of her pussy sheathing him like a glove, instead feeling most at home in Ivy’s rippling channel.
“Don’t leave me be...” he begged like a child, causing Ivy to chuckle playfully.
“You can only fall in love with me...got that?”
“That’s a promise...or else you get my soul,” Vännen swore to her.
“Good,” she said. “Now, how about I give you some consolation?”
Ivy pulled the covers off of Vännen, revealing his naked body. She moaned when she saw his strong body and the thick, veiny cock still wet with her fluids, felt the lips of her pussy soften and her clit cry for contact when she saw his rock-hard muscles just barely concealed by the silk of his flesh. Just like on the battlefield, his prowess in bed was incomparable. But he became truly desirable when his human skin burned away to reveal a demon.
Vännen was once human, of course. But he had served Soul Edge since it gained sentience, and Inferno had rewarded him for his unflinching obedience by changing him into something else. It was through his machinations that Soul Edge found several of its hosts, including the old Hero King’s son.
Whenever Ivy saw him trade soft human flesh for demonic chitin, she found herself wanting him even more than right now. Perhaps she should alter herself to become more demonic, starting with her arm—just like her predecessor, the Azure Knight.
She grasped Vännen’s lightly furred balls, slipping one finger behind them, pressed the sensitive area, then ran a sharp fingernail lightly back to his testicles before giving a light squeeze, aiming to arouse him again. It would be such a shame to devour his soul—a being like him should remain her right hand. She wanted to keep him for herself...
“You know, we should do this in front of one of your victims someday,” Vännen said, looking down at Ivy, who smiled wickedly at the idea of forcing her victims to watch the two of them while they bled dry. The sudden image of her and Vännen having sex with each other while covered in blood jumped to her mind. “Just to show them how much we love seeing their suffering...”
She squeezed him affectionately again, enjoying his strangled cry. “I’d love that...”
Ivy knelt over his cock, leaving his face under her pussy. Each lip was inviting him to go in between them, asking to be suckled and to send his tongue within. She wanted to shed into his mouth, just as she wanted him to fill hers with his seed. Placing his hands on her ass, Vännen took her up on that. His lips met those of Ivy’s pussy, open mouth—they practically kissed back.
He felt Ivy’s tongue touch just the tip of his cock first and then her mouth encompassing it. Instantly, he felt his cock engorge for the sixth time that night, helped by the lapping of her tongue around it. Ivy took his cock far down her throat, thrusting his cock down and then retreating until just the head was within her lips—in, out, and in again for minutes on end until he felt another climax building.
Mouth and tongue sheathed him, twisted around him, attempting to suckle him dry of all he had. He, too, suckled hard, spearing her with his tongue, not satisfied with mere drops of her cum. Each suckle drew more and more of his white seed to the sinewy tip of his cock, until at last, Ivy tasted her reward at the tip of her tongue. And soon, Ivy’s pussy rewarded Vännen for his effort.
Her mouth filled with his cum while his was filled with hers. Unexpectedly, Ivy’s pussy abruptly moved away and thrust unto his cock, while her lips met his as she dragged him to sit up. Open mouth to open mouth, spit, cum, and tongues intertwined with each other while their bodies ground against each other.
His cock didn’t miss a beat, and was already ready with another load—waiting until her walls satisfied its need for friction. The two beings moaned as tongues navigated through cum, probed each other’s mouths and wrestled with each other. The occasional rope of white leaked through where their mouths met, but the mixture of cum went down each throat when Vännen released his seed.
Holding each other tight, Ivy and Vännen panted wildly as their muscles contracted in orgasm—Ivy’s pussy trapped his cock closely, and she felt the fire from his loins enter her womb. The fire they made together still resided in their mouths, ready to be released to the world.
Mouths pulled apart, revealing several thick white ropes of cum, binding them together as sure as their bodies were. The rope remained suspended, and the two gasped in ecstasy as the lightning flashed outside, before their lips met again…
And then the thunder resounded as they started again…
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