Chapter 10:

Chapter 8: Is it still wrong if siblings keep engaging in sexual desires?

Is It Still Incest If Siblings Reincarnate With No Blood Relation?


Several weeks had passed before both noble families returned to city. Ryzelia, Elyiena and their maids watched as their carriages took off into the distance. The few weeks that Ryzelia had spent with his older sister and mother were some of the best that he had. Likewise, Elyiena enjoyed her time with her mother and little sister. Once all of them had left, Elyiena clung to Ryzelia’s arm like a schoolgirl.

— So, what should we do now? Elyiena asked with a smile.

— I plan to return to my studies.

Elyiena pouted, her mouth puffing to one side.

— You need to take a break. It’s not healthy to always work and study.

Ryzelia tried to way her off as he made his way back inside the manor. Elyiena continued to stay glued to his side, clinging onto him as he made his way down the hallway. She refused to let him go even as he made his way up the stairs. Stopping at the door, he looked to Elyiena and sighed.

— Okay, give me this one day and tomorrow, you, me, Alyice and Blythe can spend the whole day together without working or anything. It’ll be a day we all just relax and enjoy. How is that?

Elyiena smiled and pressed her breast gently against Ryzelia’s arm.

— One day. I’ll use this day to plan out what we’ll do.

— All right, we have our plans for today and the plans for tomorrow, Ryzelia said in a cheerful tone.

After entering his study, Ryzelia sat down in his chair and leaned back. He was exhausted after the weeks with his older sister and he simply needed time alone – alongside the fact that he wanted to get back to his research. I wonder if I should try and create a mixture that stops Elyiena from always teasing and being so clingy with me, Ryzelia thought as he open a book and thumbed through the pages. Looking through the pages at a glance he did not think to much about what he was reading until he notice a page with an interesting title. At the top of the page was the name of the concoction – Hyornialia – in majuscule vermilion letters. Though the title was about the same size as the rest of the copy on the page, it stood out. Reading through the list of ingredients and steps to make the tonic, Ryzelia learned that the potion was meant to mellow out person who drunk it and stop them from having sexual urges.

Looking over the ingredients once more, Ryzelia realised that he could make the potion within a few hours and easily serve it to others in their drinks. Writing down the ingredients and the order to brew them, Ryzelia quickly headed down into the atelier and starting preparing the ingredients. The hours passed until he had finally completed his tonic. After marking it with a small piece of parchment, he took note of the time. Realising that the sun was starting to set. Exiting the atelier, he bumped into Alyice who greeted him with a smile.

— You seem happy, something happen? Ryzelia asked with a smug expression.

— Oh… do I seem happy, master?

— I mean, the smile does give it away although…

Ryzelia wrapped one arm around Alyice’s neck and whispered into his ear.

— It looks like your vial broke and spilled a bit.

— Huh? What do you mean, master?

Looking down at his skirt, Alyice realised he was walking around with a large stain on his skirt where it was as clear as day he had a good time with Blythe. Placing his hands over his face in embarrassment, Alyice could feel his cheeks flustering a bright cherry colour.

— M-Master…

— There, there, Alyice. Maybe next time just use her shoes or socks, Ryzelia teased.

Patting Alyice’s head gently, Ryzelia made his way for the second floor and back to his bedroom. Upon opening his door, he was greeted with the sight of seeing Elyiena in a black nightgown that exposed all her most sensitive areas. She laid there with a seductive smile on her face and allowed her body to say everything without saying a word. Her cleavage was revealed in just the right way, her stomach slightly exposed revealing her bellybutton, bare thighs and feet to arouse and entice her future husband.

— Any reason why you’re here? Ryzelia asked.

— Come now, do I need a reason to visit my husband in his bed chambers and fulfil his every desire?

— Can this wait until tomorrow? I’m tired.

Elyiena stood up from the bed and made her way over to Ryzelia. She was annoyed that he would rather not take advantage of the moment but eventually sighed.

— Fine. Tomorrow though I get you all to myself.

Ryzelia watched as Elyiena left. She smiled before striking a cute leg pose that allowed him to see the sole of her petite barefoot. She did that on purpose, Ryzelia thought as Elyiena closed the door. Making his way over to his bed, he closed laid down and closed his eyes. It did not take long before he could feel himself drifting off to sleep. His body was exhausted after the several weeks he had spent with his older sister. She was an active person who seemed to rarely, if ever, sleep. Unlike him, Lyciael did not require the use of her various concoctions and mixtures to keep herself awake – she simply stayed awake during a late night project. Ryzelia was a bit jealous as this meant his sister was able to indulge in her research far longer than he could. It also helped that she did not have to devote her time to other activities aside from whatever she was researching at the moment. Maybe one day, I’ll be like her, Ryzelia thought as the reality of his subconscious overtook him.

At the rising of the of sun, Ryzelia awoke to hear a knock on his door. Within a few moments, Alyice opened the door and smiled. He greeted Ryzelia with a cheerful good morning as always and drew back the curtains to allow the rays of the sun to peek from over the horizon. Taking a moment to stretch, Ryzelia yawned and stood to his feet.

— So, today is the day we all just take a break and rest.

— I believe you and Elyiena are the ones taking a break, master.

— Oh no, if I’m forced to take a break you’re taking one too.

— Is that an order, master? Alyice asked with a smug expression.

Ryzelia made his way over to the closet and changed into his usual outfit.

— I can either order you or create a potion that will make you.

— Come now, master. You shouldn’t shove your liquids down a cute boy such as myself, Alyice said as he giggled in a cute girly tone.

— Well, considering you’re my maid, I can shove any liquid I wish down you. Actually, if you have a moment, would you mind testing out a tonic I created yesterday?

— But of course, master.

After getting dressed, Ryzelia made his way down to the atelier with Alyice by his side. Grabbing the tonic that he had created the day before, he handed it to Alyice.

— So, what is this supposed to do, master?

— It mellows out the person, making them calm.

— You don’t know if this will actually work, do you, master?

— Hey, at least it won’t kill you. At worst, it might turn you into a real girl for a day… or a furry animal.

Alyice stared at the vial and sniffed the liquid for a moment.

— Well, here we go, Alyice said as he downed the vial of liquid.

For a moment, nothing seemed to happen. Alyice waited and looked over his body, checking everywhere to see if anything had changed.

— Anything? Ryzelia asked.

— I mean, I do sort of feel calm, master.

— Good, I’ll just make another vial of this stuff. Do me a favour and make sure Elyiena doesn’t find me here. If she asks, just say I’m… taking a stroll around the garden.

— Master, we both know that isn’t believable. I’ll tell her you’re polishing your sword in the garden.

Alyice smiled and giggled as he turned on the ball of his foot and headed up the stairs.

— If you do, I’m going to make a potion that will make you suffer.

— Looking forward to it, master!

Ryzelia smiled and shook his head. Maybe I could have fallen for him in this world had I not been so caught up in my studies. Guess if the theory of there being many different universes is real, there is a version of me that ends up being with Alyice, Ryzelia thought as he began his work on the elixir. A few hours passed before he had finished enough for two vials of the potion and placed them in his coat pocket. Exiting the atelier, he was greeted by Blythe who stared at him with a half-moon gaze.

— Aren’t you supposed to be taking a break, master?

— I am. Just finished creating this, Ryzelia said as he held out one of the vials.

— Ah, I know exactly what that is, master.

— Do you now?

— Yes… it’s that one potion…

Ryzelia had a smug expression on his face as he placed on hand on his hip. He knew that Blythe had been studying hard but there was no way she knew what he had created.

— What one potion would that be? Ryzelia teased.

— That one with the name…

Blythe was now averting her gaze and blushing slightly.

— Which is?

— S-Shut up… master… I can’t know everything like you and your sister.

Ryzelia smiled and patted Blythe’s head gently.

— Hey, it’s okay. I was just teasing. Honestly, I’m proud of how far you’ve come. My sister also was impressed by your devotion to your study of the craft. In fact, she said she wanted you to visit her one day in the city.

— D-Did she really say that, master?

Blythe’s eyes lit up. She was happy that Lyciael, a world renowned alchemist, saw potential in her.

— I mean… she also said she wanted to use you as a test doll for all her lewd potions but… at least it was something.

Without fail, Blythe felt her dreams starting to crack and die before her eyes.

— That bitch!

For a second, Blythe coughed and adjusted her tone to sound more redefined and dignified.

— Pardon me, master. That strumpet of an alchemist.

Ryzelia could only laugh at the pour excuse of an insult.

— Believe it or not, Blythe, the fact that she wants you to be her doll for her lewd potions means that she trusts you and sees you as a close friend. See, in her eyes, she doesn’t believe in testing all those lewd potions on just anyone. She only uses them on her close friends. Although she may be seen as eccentric, the fact is, not many people truly get to see the side of her that me, Alyice, and now you and Elyiena, have seen.

— She sounds like a freak, master.

— It takes one to know one, Ryzelia said with a smile.

Blythe averted her gaze and began to drink the vial of liquid she had in her hand without realising it. After realising what she was drinking, she turned to Ryzelia.

— This doesn’t taste to bad. What’s it do again, master?

— It turns you into a boy.

— Is that so? I’ve always wondered what it would be like.

— I was joking, Blythe. Glad to see you trust me enough to test anything I give you. The liquid calms the person. Basically, it’ll help everyone relax for today.

Finishing off the vial, Blythe handed it back to Ryzelia.

— Well, better head into main room for some coffee. Elyiena just woke up and she expects you to not be working. I’ll prepare the two of you a cup.

Ryzelia pulled out another vial of the liquid.

— Think I could get you to pour this in Elyiena’s cup?

— Master, do you truly believe I would betray Elyiena like that?

— So, I guess you don’t want me to create a potion for you that allows you to indulge in your fantasies with my beautiful maid? I see, well then…

Making his way past Blythe, Ryzelia was prepared to leave before he felt Blythe grabbing onto the sleeve of his coat.

— Hold on now, master. Let’s not be too hasty here. Elyiena would want me to engage in my blissful fantasies with my wonderful boyfriend.

— Of course, of course.

— So, maybe I just ‘happen’ to spill the vial into her cup and I just ‘happen’ to serve her the cup and she just ‘happens’ to drink it…

— Then I just ‘happen’ to hand you my maid wrapped in a large ribbon, Ryzelia continued sarcastically.

— Anyway, consider it done, master.

After grabbing the second vial, Blythe headed down the hallway until she was out of sight. Ryzelia looked at his watch and took note of the time. The sun was just starting to make its way over the clouds. Taking a second to stretch, he made his way into the main living area and noticed Elyiena laying on the couch. She was dressed in her usual outfit but she had taken off her boots and placed them off beside the couch. Her white thigh-high stockings were the first thing Ryzelia took notice of. They were clean, a new pair that she had not worn. He could almost smell the freshness of them when he entered the room.

Elyiena continued to lay there on her stomach as she nonchalantly dangled her feet back and forth. This enticing action was enough to stop Ryzelia from thinking about what he was supposed to do. He had planned to do something but he could not remember. What was I doing again? There was something I was supposed to do, Ryzelia thought as he continued to stand there like a deer caught in headlights. He continued to watch the slow but enchanting moments of Elyiena’s feet. Every time she curled in her toes and spread them out again reminded him of that day. His little sister used to lay on her stomach and read a book while allowing her feet to dangle. No matter what, he would stare subtly as not to arouse suspicion. She would do it at various times of the day and did it in different styles of socks and even barefoot.

Yet, there was one day that he could never forget. His little sister was dressed in a simple pink top that revealed part of her bellybutton, a pair of black short-shorts that unveiled her pale legs and a simple pair of pink flip-flops that exposed her petite bare feet and cute girly pink coloured toenail polish. She had been laying there on the couch while he was busy watching the television. While she had been reading a book, she had managed to fall asleep and in that moment, her feet were resting gently against him. He could not help but be capacitative by the beauty before him. At the time, he did not understand why he enjoyed looking at his sister’s feet. There was no one to explain to him that it was a normal desire in many boys growing up. He just quietly watch his sister removed her shoes when she would come home or at school. This time though she had kept her shoes on. It was a rare sight as she hated wearing shoes indoors, from what he had gathered. Still, even if he did not understand why he liked what he was seeing, he nevertheless decided to act. With a gentle stroke of his finger, he lightly brushed the top of her barefoot and felt the rising of a crop within him. He had experienced it before, time and time again, when looking at his sister’s feet but he could not seem to understand why it was happening or even what the feeling was. All he knew was that it was enjoyable.

Brushing his finger on the side of her foot caused another reaction. His sister moved her feet onto his lap before relaxing them. She was always extremely ticklish on her feet to the point that the slightest touch would make her giggle. Adjusting himself before continuing, he carefully manoeuvred his finger just between the sole of her foot and the shoe, stroking her arch downwards to the heel. With just that little touch, his sister giggled as he feet kicked – nearly hitting him in a place that would make him cry out in pain. Gently, he tickled the tops of her toes for a moment. She giggled again and moved her feet around. This time however, one of her flip-flops slipped off. He was now feeling a fervid heat and swelling from between his legs. Slowly, he traced a single finger lightly from her heel and up to her toes without stopping. He could not help but enjoy the sound of his sister giggling until he started to feel the pleasure of her foot brushing against the tower growing in his shorts.

The feeling of her foot against him in a such a way made him want to experience it again. Looking over to his little sister, he could see that she was still fast asleep. With slow and methodical movements, he carefully removed his sister’s other flip-flop and used two fingers to trace up her soles. As he passed her arches, her giggles became louder and her feet ended up brushing against the thing between his legs. He continued to the balls of her feet before tracing over all her toes. She giggled once more and moved her feet against, only this time, resting them against the ever-growing tree between his thighs. He could hear his sister mumble in her sleep the words that tickles and a smile on her face. At this moment, he was unsure about what to do. Adjusting himself slightly allowed him to feel a pleasure that he had never felt before. Yet, it was the subtle wiggle of her toes against the tip of his tree that made him ready to lose himself. Before he could understand or indulge in the pleasure however, he could hear the sound of the front door opening. His parents had returned.

— You see something you like? Elyiena asked with a smug expression as she playfully wiggled her toes.

— I… was just thinking it’s odd to see you reading a book. You don’t do that willingly.

— Is is wrong for a wife to take an interest in her husband’s work?

Ryzelia sat down on the couch across from Elyiena.

— Not even going to sit next to your beautiful wife?

— Why are you reading an alchemy book that for advanced users?

— Why don’t you come play with my feet?

With a heavy sigh, Ryzelia stood up and made his way over to Elyiena. Grabbing the book, he sat down next to her. She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. Before Ryzelia could speak, he could hear the sound of two cups clacking slightly against a tray.

— Your coffee is served, master.

Blythe placed two cups of coffee on the table and bowed.

— If you are in need of anything else, master, please let me know.

Without another word, Blythe left the room as Ryzelia picked up his cup of coffee and took sip. Elyiena grabbed hers and sipped a quarter of it before placing it back down on the table.

— So, what should we do today? Elyiena asked with a smile as she wrapped her arms around Ryzelia’s neck.

— I didn’t think to much about what we would do for today. Guess we could always go for a walk through the garden.

— Ah, I see, Elyiena said with a smug expression.

Picking up her cup of coffee, she downed a bit more of it while Ryzelia looked to her with a puzzling expression.

— You see… what?

— That you want your wife to walk around barefoot outside.

Ryzelia tilted his head.

— Exactly how did you come to that conclusion?

— Because I know you, silly. When we were little you always stared when I would remove my shoes outside or inside the house. It was kind of cute to see.

Averting his gaze, Ryzelia grabbed his cup and downed the rest of his coffee before standing to his feet.

— Right then, let’s go to the garden.

Elyiena grabbed Ryzelia by his arm and pulled him down back onto the couch beside her. With a smile, she placed her feet in his lap and grabbed her boots.

— I got to put on my boots first, darling, Elyiena said in a teasing playful tone.

With slow and enticing movements, she carefully slipped on her boots.

— Don’t worry, they won’t be on for long, Elyiena whispered in Ryzelia’s ear.

Standing to her feet, Elyiena grabbed Ryzelia by the hand and helped him to his feet. She continued to hold onto it and interlocked her fingers with his. The two of them made their way outside and headed for the garden that could be seen from the south-side. It was luxurious in beauty and grand in scale. All the shrubs and hedges were trimmed down to the finest millimetre and decorated with the small hints of colours from the different rose bushes. Soft orange hues and bright reds, alongside dark purples and salient blues scattered throughout made the garden a calm area of tranquil peace that one could escape into. There was only the calm flow of water from the stream that could be heard in the faint distance and the sounds of the occasional bird chirping overhead. It was a mystery why Ryzelia had never thought to read his books out under one of the few large trees that provided shade from the beaming rays of the sun.

The garden was fairly good distance out from the property of the manor that it would take hours for someone to find anyone. It was the perfect private area that was free of any wondering human eyes. While the shrubs were not incredibly tall, a person could hide behind them if they were sitting down or laying in the grass. In short, it was the most secluded area around the manor grounds. A gentle breeze blew through the garden as Ryzelia and Elyiena entered it. The leaves of the trees swayed in rhythm with the wind almost as if they were dancing. Sitting down under one of the trees, Ryzelia looked up at the sky. It was partly cloudy but at certain times the sun peaked through the clouds when it had the chance. Far off in the distance, he could see a darkness creeping beyond the horizon. Dark clouds that signalled rain, thunder and lightning.

Elyiena slowly slipped off one of her boots and wiggled her toes as she freed her foot from the binding prison. A playful giggle left her mouth, teasing Ryzelia with her the removal of her other boot until both her feet were free. She placed her feet gently on his lap and laid back in the comfort of the soft grass. Resting her arms behind her head, she closed her eyes and relaxed her body.

— You know, a foot massage would be perfect right now.

— You don’t give up, do you?

— Can you blame me?

Elyiena sat up and smiled as she wiggled her toes. Ryzelia could not help but stare, enchanted by the way they wiggled.

— Come on, big bro, massage my feet and let me play with what you have under your skirt.

Ryzelia looked over to see Elyiena licking her lips in a seductive manner. Okay, is she being more lustful than she was before? I can’t be imagining it, Ryzelia thought as he watched crawl over to him on her hands and knees. She straddled his hips and slowly moved her hands under his skirt.

— Come on, bro. I want it, give it to me, please.

Elyiena’s voice was shy and timid but still seductive that he felt as if he was being enchanted by siren. Something isn’t right here. She’s… more of a horn dog than the flare wolves I’ve read about, Ryzelia thought as he felt Elyiena grab onto something firmly rooted and still growing.

— E-Elyiena, you know I can’t. My disease would infect you too and I don’t want that.

— I don’t care! I want to have you. I want you inside me!

Okay… and now I’m fairly certain the cause of all this is the mixture I created. I’m willing to bet something went wrong, Ryzelia thought as he grabbed Elyiena gently by the wrist and pinned her down on the grass.

— Tell you what, Elyiena. Let’s play a game. Close your eyes and count to say one hundred. I’ll go and hide and if you find me, you get to have me.

— Mmm. Okay, better hide well, Elyiena said with a smile.

Elyiena closed her eyes and began counting. Moving quickly, Ryzelia made his way to the manor, running as fast as an alchemist’s legs could take him – which was about as fast as a shut-in trying to run track-and-field. Entering into the manor, he turned the corner to find himself running into something or rather someone. Rubbing his head for a minute and processing what had happened, he realised that he had bumped into Alyice who had fallen onto the ground.

— I’m sorry about that, Alyice. Are you okay?

— I-I’m okay, master.

Alyice blushed as he looked up to Ryzelia with a shy gaze.

— M-Master, please tame my dragon.

Of course you’re also under the effects of the mixture, Ryzelia thought as he tried to skilfully manoeuvrer his way past Aylice.

— Tell you what, Alyice. I’ll tickle your dragon and make it breathe fire if you…

Ryzelia quickly rushed past Alyice and into his atelier. Grabbing a vial from his coat, he poured a bit on the ground to form a solid metal object to hold the door closed. He could hear the sound of Alyice pounding on the door. Okay, I have one hour before that metal dissolves and Alyice, maybe even Elyiena and Blythe, come through that door. I need to create a cure for this and fast, Ryzelia thought as he headed down the stairs. Reaching the bottom of the stairwell, he stopped in his tracks by what he was seeing.

— Oh master!

— Great to see you too, Blythe, Ryzelia said with a fake smile.

— I want to tame your dragon, master.

— Yeah, I’m sure you do. All right, Blythe… if you come at me, I will put you in a scary state that you won’t like.

Blythe liked her lips and made her way over to Ryzelia.

— Go ahead and do whatever you like, master. I will enjoy it because I’m a freak too!

Ryzelia quickly pulled out a vial from his coat pocket and popped the cork, beaming it into Blythe’s forehead like a rocket. Using the few seconds of confusing he had, he wormed his way around her and forced the liquid into her mouth. Within just a few seconds, her body went limp. She ceased to move even a single muscle. Ryzelia carried Blythe over to the wooden chair.

— Sorry, Blythe. I had to do it. This is a concoction I don’t care to use but it paralyses the body into a doll-like state. You can still hear me, see things and feel things but you can’t move. Lucky for you I’m not an evil person that would take advantage of you. Actually, hold on. I think I will play a prank on you.

Ryzelia carefully removed Blythe’s shoes and held them up to her nose.

— Seems all of us in this manor are freaks, Ryzelia said with a chuckle.

Ryzelia made his way over to his desk and looked over all the pieces of parchment that were scattered everywhere. He picked up one of the papers with the list of all the ingredients for the tonic that he had created. Looking over the notes carefully, he noticed nothing out of place. Recalling everything he had mixed together and the exact steps he took when mixing them, he did not find any flaw or mistake in what he had done. With a sigh, he sat down against the large cauldron and closed his eyes as the pounding on the door grew louder.

— Either I messed up somewhere or there was just that small zero point one percent chance that what it all just failed. Whatever the case, I need to fix this.

Not wasting anytime, Ryzelia poured through the various alchemy books he had in the atelier, along with all the knowledge he could recall in his head. He thought about how his older sister would handle a situation but disregarded her methods due to the simple fact that she never actually had a plan for anything when things would go wrong. She would just go with the flow and often it would seem as if the universe around was aligning to fit her will. In essence, it was as if she was a goddess. As he continued to look through his books, he recalled a time that he, Lyciael and Alyice had decided to walk around the city. Taking a turn down an alleyway, they had planned to visit an old bookshop that sold various types of alchemy books. It was small and not well-known but it was the quiet and quaint kind of place that the three of them enjoyed. Yet, on that day, a gang had decided to take up a dwelling around the alleyway. Normally, the gang did not bother anyone until the new leader had taken over. Unlike the previous boss, he wanted to run the city. However, When the small-time henchmen decided to act on the boss’ orders, the gang ceased to exist in less than a day.

Ryzelia remembered what he saw that day. A different side of his older sister that he had never seen before. She was always cheerful, kind and playful. Yet, what he saw that day was the protective older sister who was prepared to destroy anyone that harmed her little brother. The sadistic psychopath who would murder a human being and end their life in the most tragic and pain way possible. It was whispered throughout the city that the screams of men echoed loudly in the night and by morning was silent.

After looking through the mountain of books on his shelf, he finally managed to find the cure for the mixture he had created. Now, all he could do was hope he had everything he needed to create the tonic. Looking over the list, he grabbed the various ingredients needed for the mixture and stirred everything he had into one of the medium sized cauldrons he had. Nearly an hour had passed before he had finally finished the concoction. I hope this works, otherwise, I’m going to have a harem I don’t want, Ryzelia thought as he poured some of the mixture into three vials. Placing two of the vials into his coat pocket, he turned to Blythe who was still sitting in the chair like a mindless doll.

— Okay, Blythe, you should be moving any second now.

— Master, you shouldn’t tease a girl, Blythe said in a playful tone as she stood to her feet.

Flinging herself forward, Blythe prepared to embrace Ryzelia with a hug. Acting quickly, Ryzelia dodged the assault and wormed himself around Blythe, wrapping one arm around her and using the other to forced the mixture down her throat. After ingesting the liquid, she began to look around for a moment as her mind processed what was happening. Upon seeing Ryzelia, she could only tilt her head in confusion.

— Master, what’s going on?

— I’ll explain everything later.

Ryzelia helped Blythe to her feet and pulled out one of the vials.

— I need you to force this Alyice’s throat.

— Done.

Without another word, Blythe took the vial from Ryzelia’s hand.

— Really? You’re not going to ask why?

— Nope. You said you would explain later.

— Okay then. In a few seconds both Elyiena and Alyice will be through that door and trying to attack me. While Alyice is distracted, you deal with him.

The pounding on the door started to grow louder until Ryzelia could hear the door being forced open. Hearing the footsteps of the two people in his life coming down the stairs sounded like something from a horror movie. He readied the vial in his dominant hand and waited. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, Elyiena and Alyice’s eyes locked onto Ryzelia with lust. Like a horror film, they slowly made their way towards him – the intent of devouring his milking device apparent. Before Alyice could take two steps towards Ryzelia, there was a tap on his shoulder. The last thing he saw before turning around Blythe’s smile.

Grabbing Alyice by the arms and throwing him down onto the floor, Blythe straddled his hips and pinned down both his arms with one hand and grabbed the vial with the other. Blythe smiled as she forced the liquid down Alyice’s throat.

— Let’s be clear, Alyice. You will only lust after me because you’re mine and no one else’s.

While Blythe was busy with Alyice, Ryzelia smiled as he held out the vial.

— Elyiena, my love, if you drink all of this, I’ll put something so far in you that you will scream in pleasure.

Elyiena’s eyes lit up as she took the vial with a cheerful smile. Chugging it down with haste, she handed the vial back to him.

— Now let’s…

For a moment, Elyiena lost the words she was going to say. Her mind felt as if it had been sleeping for eons but now had finally awaken. She tilted her head as she looked to Ryzelia.

— Where am I?

Ryzelia drew a sigh of relief and pulled out another vial.

— It’s a long story. Here, drink this and I’ll explain everything.

Without question, Elyiena downed the vial. In only a few seconds she found herself becoming drowsy before her body collapsed into Ryzelia’s open arms. She did not move but her breathing was shallow and her heartbeat calm.

— Here, have Alyice drink this too.

Throwing another vial over to Blythe, she caught it and forced the liquid down Alyice’s throat as he was starting to wake up. Within moments, he was out cold.

— So, master, care to explain now?

— I was trying to create a potion I read about.

— And it backfired, right?

— Not sure yet. All I know is that the potion I gave Elyiena just now will make her forget what happened today. She’ll wake up as if the day didn’t exist.

— Alyice will feel that way too then?

— Yeah. The question is, how I plan to deal with you.

Blythe smiled as she stood to her feet.

— I may be willing to forget this happened if you help me out a little.

— Should I get some rope and ball gag?

— For Alyice? Sure. No, seriously, I remember that potion you gave me. It stopped me from moving my body.

— Oh, the Doll’s Binding. Yeah, I dislike it but it does help with monsters.

— I want some of that potion to use on Alyice.

— I’m sure you do.

— And if you happen to know of any potions that can form slimes or tentacles…

Ryzelia raised an eyebrow as he looked over to Blythe.

— I’m… not even going to ask. Top shelf over there. Pour it over the area and the tentacles will attach themselves to the place you pour it on. They will then wiggle for about ten minutes and slowly dissolve.

— Perfect! Thank you, master.

— So, we’re clear?

— Of course, master.

Ana Fowl
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