The Chimeric Ascension of Lyudmila Springfield

Chapter Twenty: Learning from Mistakes (R-18)

Sekh laid her pretty head across my stomach. We had woken up together only a few minutes before the birds started to sing, alerting everyone to the dawn of a new day. Faint sunlight flickered in through the two windows, so most of the room was dark. To me, it was as bright as day. 

We talked for a bit, with the topic obviously being about last night. Sekh purred, rubbing her cheeks against me. She wasn’t quite sure what she was feeling, but her heart thumped against her chest faster than ever. She told me about how she cleaned up after our sexual tryst, then Tilde chimed in and said the dirty items were stashed in our storage. I asked why she didn’t wake me up so I could help, but she said I was sleeping so peacefully she didn’t want to intrude. That was nice of her, but it felt like there was something else. 

“Hey, did—” 

“Master? What’s that smell?” Sekh asked, interrupting me. She looked up at me with a quizzical expression. I didn’t know what she was talking about, but it did feel like there was a wet spot against my crotch. I lifted the covers and saw a load of semen messily sticking against the blanket. 

“Did I have a wet dream?” 

“It’s only logical, right?” Tilde sleepily said from her makeshift bed. She explained that I was going through something that she described as ‘emotional and sensual puberty’ now that I had managed to overcome my trauma with Sekh’s help. I didn’t know if that made the most sense, but the slumbering giant between my legs started to wake up. “Sex isn’t something to feel shame about. It’s just a natural process. Then again, there’s no shame in not having any, either. Your inability to feel pleasure was not a defect. You weren’t less as a person.”  

Why is she so obsessed with sex? 

“Master, do you want me to take care of it?” Sekh inquired. 

“You don’t have to do that. It’ll go away on its own.” 

“But I want to. I like to see you happy, and it warms my heart to see you enjoy it.” After I nodded, Sekh rubbed my thighs. I thought my erection would have destroyed this tender moment between us, but she didn’t see it that way. And neither did I after a few minutes of thinking. 

Really, I think any moment between us was something to be cherished and fondly looked back upon because we had no one else. We were both pained existences—the world saw fit to sentence us to a life of suffering because we were simply born. We had each other and no one else. 

“Does it hurt? It’s so big and hard...” Sekh’s hands slowly trailed to my testicles, and she gently fondled them. At its full size of nearly 12 inches, my penis was bigger than her head. Even two hands wouldn’t be able to properly stroke its ashen-colored shaft, but she managed to peel back the foreskin. She marveled at it, slightly inhaling my scent and timidly sticking out her pink tongue to taste it. I reacted by moaning, and she knew she could continue. Sekh painted my shaft in her saliva. 

I wanted to massage Sekh’s pussy, but she kept her legs closed and remarked that she just wanted to focus on me. That was a little bit strange, but I rolled with it. Her tail swayed over, and I fluffed and rubbed it against my cheeks because it was so soft and fluffy. 

“Ahhh... Sekh...” I bit my lips. She progressed from simply licking to kissing before hiding it inside her mouth. Her tongue lewdly swirled around the tip. I felt a slim hand gently grasp my balls. Sekh worked her mouth, but her lips never progressed. The sensitive head remained there, enveloped in her hot, moist mouth. Suddenly, I felt the taste of cold air dry her spit. Sekh rolled out of bed and kneeled, her smile looking so cute and adorable. Drool dripped off her smiling lips. 

I knew what she wanted, so I crawled over to the edge of the bed and spread my legs. I stroked myself as Sekh crawled a bit closer with an open mouth. After easing myself onto her hot tongue, she closed her lips. I held her head with both hands and scratched her ears, gently caressing her cheeks with a soft brush of my palm.  When she flicked her tongue against a certain spot, I arched my back in ecstasy. 

“Master...” Sekh said with her mouth full. She looked at me expectantly, but I kept fluffing her ears and smiling.  “Are you feeling good?”  

“It’s so incredible...” I moaned. She increased her tempo, taking me a bit further and further into her mouth until about 6 inches were covered in her spit.  

She never looked away. Seeing half of my cock swallowed by her throat did something to me. It was just so erotic… 

The sensation of her mouth was one thing she had tried to make me feel pleasure back in the dungeon, but I couldn’t appreciate it at the time.  

Now? I wasn’t going to take any of it for granted. 

“Sekh... I'm coming... Sekh...” I panted. When the semen spurted out of me, these hips of mine thrusted forward, but Sekh never moved her head. Her throat contracted, attempting to swallow faster than my warm milk flooded her mouth. When the feeling ended, and I felt my dick return to slumber, only then did Sekh slide her mouth off my cock and panted like a dog in heat. Her eyes were so sparkly and silver, yet the corners were red and raw. I told her she didn’t have to drink it, but she only replied by kissing my penis after cleaning it with her tongue. 

Tilde flew to my shoulder to whisper some words I needed to speak. I didn’t want to say them, but she threw a fit and downright demanded it. 

“Hmm... That’s a good girl. You cleaned it well,” I whispered, saying what Tilde wanted while rubbing Sekh affectionately. Her fluffy ears twitched, her tail wagged even harder, and a beautiful smile blossomed on her face.  

She’s so beautiful... 

“Master...” A bit of my semen remained on her chin and threatened to drip down to her succulent breasts. When she stood, she didn’t expect me to lick her clean like she had done for me back then. She was surprised, for sure, but she also didn’t fight back and started to lick my lips when I was finished. I thought back to what Tilde had whispered to me. When it came to sex, people were either dominant or submissive, and she had analyzed our love-making last night and concluded that Sekh was the latter. She loved to be coddled, embraced, and held tightly. Her goal of making my pleasure come first rubbed me the wrong way because I didn’t want that. 

Our ‘master’ and ‘slave’ relationship didn’t exist because I had given her total freedom. I wanted us to treat each other like equals since she was my closest companion, which was different than something like ‘favored slave.’ 

“You know, this feels familiar. I think Murag… Yeah, I think I’m getting glimpses of his memories. He used to fuck Susize like this.” I sat down on the bed, and Sekh joined me, sitting between my legs while I wrapped my hands around her stomach and rubbed it. She asked me to clarify, and I told her of the things he and his fellow Heroes had done.  

Murag had many lewd fetishes. One thing that stood out was that he enjoyed picking Reina up from behind with his arms under her thighs and fucking her in front of Susize, who would touch herself and lick where they were connected. When it came to Beccy, he would thrust into her from behind while Yaekira sucked her nipples as if she was a suckling baby.  

“And during baths, he would stand up and have the four wash him with their chests. Then he’d ask for a bed of tongues to lay his cock upon. Ah, and during the night, he always liked filling Susize’s mouth with his semen and having her kiss the others to share it. Oh, and he even had a favorite fairy that he allowed to sleep on his cock like it was a pillow. And that was after fucking the four others. He seriously had some pent-up fetishes. Don’t even get me started on him asking Beccy to fall asleep with his dick in her mouth. Or him slipping inside Susize while they cuddled. Yeah, she seriously slept with that thing all the way in.” 

“Umm…” Sekh was quiet for a moment, her gaze fixated on the ground before turning to me. “Are those the things you want to do to me? I don’t mind… I think I’ll like it. Maybe not all, but some of them sound nice. Do you want—” 

“Sekh, tell me the truth. Did I hurt you last night?” I suddenly asked, throwing her off guard. I wanted to confirm something. Her shoulders trembled, and she stared straight ahead. The only confirmation I got to my query came from a single, weak nod. “Why didn’t you tell me?” 

Sekh found it hard to speak, and I assumed the worst until Tilde fluttered in front of us. She sighed and rubbed her face, then sighed a second time and started to speak. “The body she’s using is not the one she was born with. Even though she was suitably wet, relaxed, and ready to take you, she’s technically a virgin. Her hymen broke, and she started to bleed. The only thing she felt was pain for a while, then it turned into pleasure for a little bit, but not as much as she would have felt had you taken it much slower.” 

“I’m—” I couldn’t get a word in before Tilde spoke over me.  

“You were just thrusting away without a goddamn care, and you didn’t take her into account, did you? No wonder you didn’t see or smell the blood. And that first time excuse doesn’t have an ounce of weight because you were selfish. You can’t just bust a nut and fall asleep without checking on your partner. You can’t smash it and pass it, you can’t dump a load and hit the road, you can’t knock it and rocket, you can’t ramble and scramble, you can’t—” 

“Alright, I get it. You—” 

Tilde shushed and spoke over me. “If you took even a second, you’d notice the dripping blood and slightly lowered HP bar. But no. You hit it, quit it, then selfishly went to sleep. Do you want to be a deadbeat lover? Because that’s how you become a deadbeat lover. Have some fucking respect for your partner. But you’re not the only one to blame.  Big Tits should have spoken up. It was selfish of her to keep quiet because it means she doesn’t think of herself as an equal in the relationship. Now kiss or make up or do something. We don’t have the time for any lame drama to come between you two. That’s cliché, and I’m not about that shit.” 

Sekh and I were totally dumbfounded by Tilde’s strongly worded lecture. I turned my loyal Lionfolk around in my lap and touched my head to hers. “I’m sorry I hurt you. I didn’t do it on purpose, I swear.” 

“I know, Master,” Sekh replied, her voice softer than silk. “I’m sorry I didn’t speak up.” 

“If we have sex again, promise me that you’ll speak up if you’re sore, tired, hurting, or not in the mood. I feel like a total ass because I enjoyed it so much without thinking about you.” 

“When we have sex, right? Last night really was amazing, Master. Yes, I’m sore, but that doesn’t change anything. Anyways, do you want to do those things to me? What Murag did to his fellow Soul Warriors?” 

I kissed Sekh, and she just continued to gaze into my eyes. “Only if you’re comfortable with them. But my penis is too big. I looked over my chimeric skills again and realized I can shrink my body parts by 10%, but that’s not enough.” Sekh leaned back and looked down, watching as my dick shrank by 0.7”. If I was erect, then there was a loss of 1.2”, but 10.8” was still much too large for Sekh. She spoke about a skill called [Fleshcrafting], which was what she used to make my body. She used it to empower her army by fusing her slaves together to create monstrous beings to send fear into the hearts of her enemies. 

“I’m sure you figured this out, but whenever I’m born anew, I retain the requirements for every skill I’d ever learned throughout my multiple reincarnations. As of now, that’s over 1,500, but I must still spend the SP or train to properly acquire them. However, it won’t require as much effort or SP, which is a silver lining. Master, may I practice [Fleshcrafting]?” Sekh asked. I nodded. She gently wrapped her hands around my penis and entered a state of extreme focus. A second or two later, she was out of breath after her mana drained by about 89%. I felt something warm around my cock, and she asked me to look. I did, and it was probably about 9”. That deduction wasn’t something to scoff about, but it was still too big. Tilde flew around my penis and complimented it, then spoke about the differences between using skills when you have it learned and when you didn’t. 

Learning the appropriate skill just makes using the skill easier? It isn’t required? It doesn’t make the most sense, but whatever.  

“When you aren’t sore anymore, can—” Sekh interrupted me with a kiss and sensually rubbed my cheeks. We embraced each other. When our lips parted, thick strings of saliva connected us.  

I knew what her answer was.  

“Good... Good... Now, we got to talk about something else,” Tilde announced, flying over to my shoulder to sit down. “Stop being a cunt towards Irisa and Ichiha. Yeah, your life as Shuuta rendered you ineffective at basic communication, but that’s not an excuse because you’re not him anymore. If you were smart, you’d realize that being amicable would get you free breakfast and dinner because you’re a guest. Stop with this loner, edgy shit. I’m not saying you gotta let them into your heart. I wouldn’t because they’re total strangers, but you can still offer a modicum of pleasantness to a woman that’s responsible for making you a shit ton of money. Don’t give her an excuse to lie about how much she sold those clothes so she can keep a bigger chunk. Besides, living with someone isn’t the same as trusting them.” 

“Don’t you think that’s kinda harsh?” I replied, stunned by her brashness. 

“Harsh? Ha! I'm your instructor, so I have to make sure you get this through your thick skull. Look, I sympathize with your situation. The people who hurt you aren’t here. It’ll be one thing if we were still in Cridia, and you were falsely accused of some heinous crime by Meruria, exiled by her, and everyone looked at you like scum because they believed their Holy Lord over a Soul Warrior. If that had happened, you’d have all the justification for acting like a cunt with severe interpersonal issues. Hell, I’d have joined you.” 

Sekh and I remained quiet, and I couldn’t deny that Tilde was making some excellent points. Even if she was brutal in her words, she was correct about many things. She switched over to my other shoulder and continued speaking. 

“In your memories, I saw you speaking of how you wanted to believe that being summoned was akin to having a second chance at life. Well? This is your second chance. Put everything associated with Shuuta to the back of your mind and focus on being Lyudmila Springfield. I know telling you this is just as effective as telling a depressed person to be happy, but change starts with a single step, not jumping over a cliff. Take it easy and slow, and don’t worry because the two of us will be right here with you. You fucked up last night, but High Elves have a reputation for being snooty, cold, and acting like they’re better than everyone else because they live for tens of thousands of years. On top of that, they think we lost everything, so they could sum up your behavior as just being stressed out. That’s your saving grace. Use it wisely because you won’t get another one.”