#the calling of Elisha

[officialyourdailyinspiration]

Elijah Flees From Jezebel

1 And Ahab told Jezebel all that Elijah had done, and also how he had slain all the prophets with the sword.

2 Then Jezebel sent a messenger unto Elijah, saying, “So let the gods do to me, and more also, if I make not thy life as the life of one of them by tomorrow about this time.”

3 And when he saw that, he arose and went for his life and came to Beersheba, which belongeth to Judah, and left his servant there.

4 But he himself went a day’s journey into the wilderness, and came and sat down under a juniper tree; and he requested for himself that he might die, and said, “It is enough! Now, O Lord, take away my life, for I am not better than my fathers.”

5 And as he lay and slept under a juniper tree, behold, then an angel touched him and said unto him, “Arise and eat.”

6 And he looked, and behold, there was a cake baked on the coals and a cruse of water at his head. And he ate and drank, and lay down again.

7 And the angel of the Lord came again the second time, and touched him and said, “Arise and eat, because the journey is too great for thee.”

8 And he arose, and ate and drank, and went in the strength of that meat forty days and forty nights unto Horeb the mount of God.

9 And he came thither unto a cave and lodged there; and behold, the word of the Lord came to him, and He said unto him, “What doest thou here, Elijah?”

10 And he said, “I have been very jealous for the Lord God of hosts; for the children of Israel have forsaken Thy covenant, thrown down Thine altars, and slain Thy prophets with the sword. And I, even I only, am left; and they seek my life, to take it away.”

11 And He said, “Go forth, and stand upon the mount before the Lord.” And behold, the Lord passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains and broke in pieces the rocks before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind; and after the wind an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake.

12 And after the earthquake a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire; and after the fire a still small voice.

13 And it was so, when Elijah heard it, that he wrapped his face in his mantle, and went out and stood in the entrance of the cave. And behold, there came a voice unto him and said, “What doest thou here, Elijah?”

14 And he said, “I have been very jealous for the Lord God of hosts, because the children of Israel have forsaken Thy covenant, thrown down Thine altars, and slain Thy prophets with the sword. And I, even I only, am left; and they seek my life, to take it away.”

15 And the Lord said unto him, “Go, return on thy way to the Wilderness of Damascus. And when thou comest, anoint Hazael to be king over Syria;

16 and Jehu the son of Nimshi shalt thou anoint to be king over Israel; and Elisha the son of Shaphat of Abelmeholah shalt thou anoint to be prophet in thy stead.

17 And it shall come to pass that him that escapeth the sword of Hazael shall Jehu slay; and him that escapeth from the sword of Jehu shall Elisha slay.

18 Yet I have left Me seven thousand in Israel, all the knees which have not bowed unto Baal, and every mouth which hath not kissed him.”

19 So he departed from thence, and found Elisha the son of Shaphat, who was plowing with twelve yoke of oxen before him, and he with the twelfth; and Elijah passed by him, and cast his mantle upon him.

20 And he left the oxen and ran after Elijah, and said, “Let me, I pray thee, kiss my father and my mother, and then I will follow thee.” And he said unto him, “Go back again, for what have I done to thee?”

21 And he returned back from him, and took a yoke of oxen and slew them and boiled their flesh with the instruments of the oxen, and gave unto the people, and they ate. Then he arose and went after Elijah, and ministered unto him. — 1 Kings 19 | 21st Century King James Version (KJV21) The Holy Bible; 21st Century King James Version Copyright © 1994 by Deuel Enterprises, Inc. Cross References: Genesis 16:8; Genesis 21:14; Genesis 21:31; Genesis 28:12; Exodus 3:6; Exodus 19:20; Exodus 24:12; Numbers 11:15; Judges 7:22; Ruth 1:17; 1 Samuel 11:5; 1 Samuel 18:19; 1 Samuel 28:14; 2 Samuel 3:9; 2 Samuel 24:22; 1 Kings 18:20; 1 Kings 18:22; 1 Kings 18:30; 2 Kings 2:8; 2 Kings 3:11; 2 Kings 8:8; 2 Kings 8:12-13; 2 Kings 9:2; Job 4:16; Job 6:9; Daniel 3:18; Hosea 13:2; Zechariah 4:1; Zechariah 4:6; Matthew 4:2; Matthew 8:21-22; Matthew 26:7; Luke 4:2; Romans 11:3-4; Hebrews 11:34; Hebrews 11:37-38

#Elijah flees from Jezebel #The LORD speaks to Elijah at Horeb #the calling of Elisha #1 Kings 19 #Book of First Kings #Old Testament #KJV21 #Holy Bible #21st Century King James Version #Deuel Enterprises Inc.

[countesspetofi]

Today in the Department of Before They Were Star Trek Stars, DeForest Kelley guest stars in "The Riley Brand," episode 23 of the single season of A Man Called Shenandoah (original air date Feb 21, 1966).

Kelley plays a hand on Julia Riley's ranch in Wyoming. She believes the amnesiac Shenandoah may be her long-lost brother, who went missing when they were children. The foreman is a poor relation, a distant cousin who hopes to marry Julia and become half-owner of the ranch, and Kelley assists him in his plans to get rid of Shenandoah.

Other Trek connections:

Elisha Cook, Jr., AKA Samuel T. Cogley, Captain Kirk's lawyer in the Star Trek episode "Court Martial," plays a livery stable owner.

The scheming ranch foreman is played by Warren Stevens, who went on to play Rojan, the leader of the Kelvans in the Star Trek episode "By Any Other Name."

The director of "The Riley Brand" is Jud Taylor, who also directed five Season Three episodes of Star Trek.

#star trek #star trek tos #star trek the original series #a man called shenandoah #1960s tv #tv sci fi #tv westerns #deforest kelley #elisha cook jr. #warren stevens #robert horton #jud taylor #image heavy

[goatbeard-goatbeard]

A Companion to Owls is such an underrated minisode. I think a lot of viewers don’t realize how much of that is a DIRECT pull from the Bible.

Like, God actually makes that bet with Satan. The poor dude actually gets his kids killed and replaced with new ones (sometimes pastors wave that away with “well, his old children are waiting for him in heaven”). God actually goes on that long-winded petty rant about how Job shouldn’t question what God’s doing because he didn’t make stars and oceans and leviathans and behemoths. Bitch we SAW why you did it, you were literally just dicking around, trying to prove a point to Satan! Mysterious Ways(tm) my ass!

For, um, obvious reasons, it’s not a very popular Bible story to cover in church. Which is a shame, because it means secular/casually-Christian viewers don’t realize IT ACTUALLY GOES EXACTLY LIKE THAT FOR REAL.

#see also jephthah #and hosea #and that one time elisha kills a bunch of kids with bears #because they called him a quote baldhead #if you’re interested in more stories from the Secret Menu #that pastors skip over for mysterious reasons #good omens 2x02 #good omens #good omens 2 #good omens 2 spoilers #good omens spoilers #ex christian #exvie #exvangelical #a companion to owls

[sampilled]

Hey spn cast 🔫 can you be in things I actually wanna watch? 🔫🔫🔫🔫

#this post is not for you Kathryn newton #everything I would watch I had already watched pre spn obsession #I love you Gilmore girls 💕 I probs wouldn’t have watched spn if I didn’t recognise Jared lol #he got sooooo lucky with gg and spn cuz they are both so popular on streaming like all of his ig comments call him dean #compare that to Jensen on Dawsons creek which was the more popular show at the time I’m pretty sure #like what a lucky little duck #I’m rambling lol soz #anyway go Jared for getting super lucky #house of wax is also a classic. to me. at least. #especially in the current Paris renaissance it might get a bit of air time #a 20 year reunion would be so fun if they don’t all hate each other #is elisha cuthburt even still acting? #hmmmmm anyway I’ll manifest that 🙏

[quicksiluers]

Elisha Hunt Rhodes, eldest son of ship captain Elisha Hunt Rhodes and Eliza Ann (Chace) Rhodes, was born in Pawtuxet Village on March 21, 1842. This lineal descendant of Roger Williams attended schools in Cranston and Providence including Potter & Hammond’s Commercial College. His father’s death at sea when Elisha was only sixteen left him the sole supporter of his family. He left school to work as a clerk in the office of a mill supplier. When the Civil War erupted, he promptly enlisted as a private in Co.D, 2nd Rhode Island Volunteers . He remained in this unit from June 5, 1861 until it was disbanded on July 28, 1865 rising from the rank of private to that of colonel. Rhodes participated in every campaign of the Army of the Potomac from Bull Run to Appomattox, keeping a detailed diary of his war experiences. After the war Rhodes engaged in marketing cottons and woolens throughout the country, but his truly significant efforts still pertained to the military. He headed veterans organizations, organized reunions at various battlefields, and helped raise funds for monuments in battlefield parks. He served in the Rhode Island Militia becoming state adjutant general, and he was a founder and first president of the Soldiers’ and Sailor’s Historical Society of Rhode Island, a position that enabled him to continue his Civil War writings. Rhodes also engaged in political life serving in such posts as a member of the Providence School Board, assessor of taxes in Providence, and Collector of Internal Revenue for the District of Rhode Island. General Rhodes was an active Mason and a deacon and Sunday school superintendent at Providence’s Central Baptist Church. He died on January 14, 1917 at the age of seventy-five.

#elisha hunt rhodes #american civil war #us civil war #us history #army of the potomac #acw #history #if you can you gotta read his book called 'all for the union' #it's basically all his diary entries from the start to the end of the war #an awesome read #and he's very funny! #but it's great insight into the day to day of a soldier

[cryptotheism]

So, Moses is a cleric, Solomon is a wizard, Joshua is a paladin, David is a bard, Jesus is a sorcerer, his apostles and Paul are warlocks, Elisha is a druid, Elijah is a monk, Samson is a barbarian, Tahkemonite along with Eleazar and Dodo are fighters, John the Baptist is a ranger, Jacob is a rogue

I'm really cautious about using DnD terms to describe nuanced historical metaphysics like this. DnD's cosmology is a mess. I don't know how it works because the writers don't know how it works. It's very easy for readers to come away with the wrong impression, and tbh it often comes off with this corny-ass "hello fellow kids did you know the Buddha was literally a hecking druid" type energy.

I wanna stress: This is fun to think about, but please don't treat this as meaningful analysis of real-world religions. I wanna demonstrate how quickly these terms break down when you're looking at actual historical metaphysics.

If we wanted to analyze biblical characters with DnD terms, every Charismatic Jewish Holy Man would be classified as a warlock. Moses is not a nebulous intermediary between gods and mortals. The man famously had a covenant. The whole covenant thing is a pretty important part of Judaism. But then again, that brings up problems for what the destruction of the first temple would mean for the classification of Judaism. Does the development of the rabbinical system suddenly turn everyone from warlocks into clerics? Within Judaism, the word of God is the law under-girding the whole of the world, including nature. Does that make every Rabbi a druid?

Jesus certainly wouldn't be a sorcerer, hes just a God. His power isn't hereditary, he is literally God. Calling Christ a sorcerer would be heresy.

Solomon is a wizard. The DnD wizard archetype is quite literally based on the biblical character of Solomon.

Samson is kinda a paladin? I'm not entirely sure what he would be classified as.

The Apostles are tricky, because their classification would probably change as the doctrine developed. Initially they would probably be classified as warlocks who "inherited" the laws and works of the new covenant with God, which is warlock metaphysics. But, several of them were kinda in charge of writing the new laws of the covenant, which I guess would be cleric metaphysics. Several of them also have priestly vows, which is paladin metaphysics.

John the Baptist is the only one on this list who could be considered a DnD Druid. Baptism as a rite probably has non-jewish pre-christian roots. I guess its the closest thing Christian metaphysics has to "nature magic." But my even suggesting that the power of baptism stems from a source other than God would be heresy.

[filth-thezine]

Elisha Lim discussing the self-surveillance of social media and the weaponizing of identity markers

#identity economics #elisha lim #call out culture #Youtube #echo chamber

[zomnommbie]

"To be deprived of the use of one's limbs is of little help to one in carrying out the work of government. If I could be cured of the disease of Naaman, I would wash seven times in Jordan, but I have found in the present age no Elisha who can heal me. It is not fitting that a hand so weak as mine should hold power when fear of Arab agression daily presses upon the Holy City and when my sickness increases the enemy's daring... I therefore beg you that, having called together the barons of the kingdom of France, you immediately choose one of them to take charge of this Holy Kingdom. For We are prepared to receive with affection whomever you send Us, and We will hand over the kingdom to a suitable successor." - King Baldwin IV of Jerusalem

#king baldwin iv #kingdom of heaven #kingdom of heaven fandom #kingbaldwin #baldwin iv #kingdom of heaven 2005 #koh #balduin iv #baldwin-iv

[sunnycanvas]

"To be deprived of the use of one's limbs is of little help to one in carrying out the work of government. If I could be cured of the disease of Naaman, I would wash seven times in Jordan, but I have found in the present age no Elisha who can heal me. It is not fitting that a hand so weak as mine should hold power when fear of Arab agression daily presses upon the Holy City and when my sickness increases the enemy's daring... I therefore beg you that, having called together the barons of the kingdom of France, you immediately choose one of them to take charge of this Holy Kingdom. For We are prepared to receive with affection whomever you send Us, and We will hand over the kingdom to a suitable successor."

A letter From King Baldwin IV of Jerusalem to King Louis VII of France.

Source: Bernhard Hamilton -The Leper King and his heirs

#kingdom of heaven #baldwin iv #kingdom of heaven 2005 #kingdom of heaven fandom #king baldwin iv

[gsirvitor]

Why do Catholics believe that their saints are already resurrected, awake, and active? I cannot think of a single time in the Bible when God resurrected someone while leaving their old body dead.

When Elisha's bones were touched by a dead man, the dead man awoke in the same body. When Jesus called Lazarus out of the tomb, Lazarus emerged still wearing his burial wrappings. Plus various examples of Jesus or an earlier prophet waking people in their own bodies on their deathbeds.

When Jesus himself rose from the dead, it was his original body, which he later took with him into the heavens.

1 Thessalonians 4:14-16 says that dead Christians sleep until the day Jesus returns, when they will be raised to meet him ahead of those who had not yet died. 1 Corinthians 15:18 likewise characterizes dead Christians as those who sleep in Christ, neither wakeful nor active.

For that matter, is there any passage that claims Jesus himself did not sleep while he was dead?

Easy, Catholics do not believe this.

Saints are active in Heaven, it is a common misconception made by those not within Catholicism, the idea that due to the power of the Resurrection, Catholics believe that the saints are not dead.

In truth the idea is more like this, the Saints have conquered death and are united to the Holy Trinity through Jesus, that does not mean they are alive through resurrection, or active on earth, but with Jesus in Heaven, and one with the Trinity.

Yes, when Jesus rose again, he rose in the body his mother had birthed, the body that had been crucified, he still had his wounds, but they no longer hobbled him, instead wearing them jewels or trophies of victory.

Catechism insists on this point, Catholics believe in God who is creator of the flesh; Catholics believe in the Word made flesh in order to redeem the flesh; Catholics believe in the resurrection of the flesh, the fulfillment of both the creation and the redemption of the flesh.

Catholics believe not just in the survival of the soul, but in the resurrection of the body, the idea that man was created to live forever and find peace and satisfaction in a way that is fully human, in both flesh and spirit.

So while Catholics believe that the soul is active, the flesh sleeps, for what is the purpose of Heaven if our souls are not meant to be active within it?

Now, here's an interesting bit of information, prior to the idea of the soul, or anima, the early church worked off of an old Jewish notion, that the breath held our essence, and would trap the final breath of a dying person so as to preserve their essence to be buried with them for the time of resurrection when God would imbue the flesh with breath or pneuma, which means spirit, or breath of life, in the New Testament.

So, God would imbue your flesh with your pneuma, which would cause it to be resurrected.

The "sleep" Paul refers to here was a common expression of the period, which implied death, it was meant to emphasize the ide that physical death for Christians was temporary.

Don't know if I'm giving sufficient answers.

[eesirachs]

thinking about how god always calls prophets himself, except for once: in 1 kings he has elijah, a prophet so good he's already tried to kill himself, find elisha, just a boy, and summon him into the death that is prophecy. elisha doesn't know that this prophetic call is a kind of violence. but elijah does. elijah asks himself, asks elisha, asks god: "מֶה-עָשִׂ֖יתִי לָֽךְ" what have i done to you? but the tenses aren't right. or, the question is tenseless. לָֽךְ is feminine. you wouldn't use it to address elisha. or, you would only if something has gone so wrong. לָֽךְ is tender and anatopic. לָֽךְ gives elisha a thingness and elijah a culpability. לָֽךְ tells us that though god thinks he's calling elisha, elijah knows he's killing him

#thinking

[wishmaster]

Wishmaster, I request your help! I'm a dnd player with a bard character and i love to do the whole ''horny bard''. But my fellow players are annoyed by it because i'm not like that in real life! I'd wish to become my character, a hot male bard able to seduce any guys with my high charisma and charming voice. Please?

New World Order

You've always had a good idea what your character would look like if real, so you plugged him into a drawing program and bam.

Fuck, you think looking at him, fuck your dick twitches as you touch the screen you feel a zap. Suddenly you look down and see your hands are bigger and covered in gauntlet like gloves.. like your guy in the picture, suddenly you feel the rest of you changing, your body muscles up, your clothing turns to leather, your face becomes handsome, chiseled, but it's the intense blue eyes staring back at you that tells you you are now your character, as your dick awakes standing at attention under your soft new leather pants you try to push it down, but even lying against your leg the girth was not hard to miss.

Then you happened to glance at you phone.

The old you was now in the phone where your bard creation just was. Such a pathetic nerd you think, never followed through on his potential to be a real stud. No, you could feel the old you fading away, the bard in you was taking hold, and damn look at him why wouldn't you rather he take over?

You press the button and the old you disappears for good. You strut your new body into your office, your dick outline gains immediate attention from everyone. The girl at the desk points it out.

You like? you say, something about your voice changes her.

Suddenly this gorgeous Asian Archer is staring back at you, his eyes locked on you, obsessed with you now. He reaches over and kisses you, your horniness increases, another colleague stands in shock having viewed the whole thing. What? you as and flash.

Another new partner appears all of theming fitting perfectly into your new look, he reaches over, kisses and grabs your dick. you move through the offices every time someone listens to your heavenly voice they transform into yet another Lover for you. You come to your friend Elisha, a fellow DND player and the one that called you out for your character. All you say us hey and bam.

The new massive stud runs his fingers down your chest sending shivers through your body, you lead your new lovers into the conference room where you proceed to have a massive orgy, when you get excited and cover the room with your cum, the sound you let out transforms everyone in the office into your personal wet dreams, suddenly work has combined with your new DND life and the world around you takes on the land of wizards and dragons and in your case never-ending sex. Welcome to your new life you horny Bard with the magic voice!

Soon the world would be filled with nothing but gorgeous men with eyes only for you! Welcome to your New Life.

#body transformation #male transformation #twisted wish #magical voice

[heartfullofleeches]

Okay okay hear me out, Eggnog is being a creep and watching reader pleasure themselves, and surprise surprise, reader moans out Eggnogs actual name, what would Egg do next?

[stalking, suggestive things and such]

This is bad.... Very bad.

Though they've managed to pull their eyes away from the inciting scene and shut the closet door, Eggnog could still hear your lewd sounds and the rustle of your sheets.

This was not was supposed to happen. You were normally asleep at this hour when they used the passageway conveniently hidden in your closet to watch you sleep and steal things. They were so accustomed to finding you asleep that they nearly got caught; a well timed moan sparing them from the heat of being discovered while kindling a different kind of flame with their chest.

The memory of the scene is still fresh in their mind no matter how far they try to push it into the depths, trapped in a never ending cycle that makes them squirm and pull their sweater over their crotch each time it repeats. Your blankets tangled around one leg, fingers worked deep inside yourself as your body twitches and expels hitched breaths. The closet was positioned at the foot of the bed so they could see it all. Your legs spread further right as they eased the door shut.

Eggnog curses themselves as they palm over the swelling in their jeans to relieve the worsening ache. You're still so loud, so inviting. Their thoughts slip to fantasies of their tongue taking place of your fingers. Worshipping your flesh and body far better than they ever could. They'd bury themselves in your heat and take all you have to offer like the greedy soul they were, leaving their love and gifts of pleasure as payment and praying it'll be enough.

Eggnog's hand slips past their waistband before they can come to their senses. Precum dampens their fingers as they tease the tip of their cock. They hate themselves for it, but it hurts so much. Your sounds flood their ears and it leaves them a complete mess on your closet floor. Eggnog even has the nerve to pick up a discarded shirt and use it to both muffle their huffs and get off to your scent. They can't do this while you're here. They can't. They can't.

"Elisha...."

Eggnog whimpers at the call of their name- then stops. That... wasn't from their head. Reality and fantasy were blended together, but that definitely wasn't from them. There was no way they could imagine their name sounding so sweet. Eggnog places their ear to the door.

"Fuck... Elisha.."

There it is again. That voice that makes their sight blurred, calling them to the heaven they were sure they were in to have such a beautiful mess begging for them. Eggnog would've finished right then and there if guilt had ate at their core so. Taking advantage of your vulnerable state, nearly losing themselves and breaking from the closet to give you what you desired.

Eggnog stands with shaking knees and gropes for the ladder to the attic. They need to leave. Right now. Before they did something they were unsure was just. Their hand missing the railing by a mile and they stumble into the wall knocking over your storaged items in the process. Your room lights flicker on.

"Is someone there?"

Shit.

#Milk farm tag #yandere oc #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere insert #yandere scenarios #yandere blurb #yandere smut #yandere lemon #yandere hybrid #yandere drabble

[black-is-beautiful18]

Christians try to separate history from the Bible because they don’t wanna get “political”, meanwhile the Bible is literally full of history. The Old Testament isn’t just about the prophets like Isaiah, Elijah, and Elisha. It’s history. It’s even said in the Old Testament that keeping history and remembering it is important. Y’all like to pick and choose what to follow but y’all ignore the passages that completely contradict you, your beliefs, and the way you think. Then you wonder why ppl call you flip floppy. I will always stand by what I’ve been saying when it comes to this topic: y’all do not know what it is y’all believe in. Not all of the Bible is a metaphor. A lot of it is very straight forward and clear. Y’all also need to understand that Palestine has existed for thousands of years. Not the country of israel. Palestine. It was Palestine when Jesus was born and it was Palestine when David was king. Do better and actually do research. Listen to Palestinians. They know better than you and the settlers that have stolen their land.

#christianity #bible #use your brain #free palestine #till it’s backwards #the nation of israel is only 75 years old #do the math and make it make sense #there are stories of Palestinians literally coming back home to changed locks after allowing settlers into their homes #history #it is not antisemitic to be antizionist #unique writes

[adventure-showdown]

What is your favourite Doctor Who story?

ROUND 2 MASTERPOST

synopses and propaganda under the cut

The Chimes of Midnight

Synopsis

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house not a creature was stirring...

But something must be stirring. Something hidden in the shadows. Something which kills the servants of an old Edwardian mansion in the most brutal and macabre manner possible. Exactly on the chiming of the hour, every hour, as the grandfather clock ticks on towards midnight.

Trapped and afraid, the Doctor and Charley are forced to play detective to murders with no motive, where the victims don't stay dead. Time is running out.

And time itself might well be the killer...

Propaganda

"Christmas wouldn't be Christmas without one of Mrs. Baddeley's plum puddings." And Christmastime wouldn't be Christmastime if I don't re-listen to this audio story at least once each year. (@youremyonlyhope )

It just wouldn't be Christmas without it (anonymous)

Minuet in Hell

Synopsis

The twenty-first century has just begun, and Malebolgia is enjoying its status as the newest state in America. After his successful involvement with Scotland's devolution, Brigadier Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart has been invited over to Malebolgia to offer some of his experiences and expertise.

There he encounters the charismatic Brigham Elisha Dashwood III, an evangelical statesman running for Governor who may not be quite as clean-cut and wholesome as he makes out. One of Dashwood's other roles in society is as patron of a new medical institute, concentrating on curing the ills of the human mind. One of the patients there interests the Brigadier — someone who claims he travels through space and time in something called a TARDIS.

Charley, however, has more than a few problems of her own. Amnesiac, she is working as a hostess at the local chapter of the Hell Fire Club, populated by local dignitaries who have summoned forth the demon Marchosias. And the leader of the Club? None other than Dashwood, who seems determined to achieve congressional power by the most malevolent means at his disposal...

Propaganda

this is objectively bad but i have also listened to it at least five times (october)

#round 2

[yandere-fics]

♡ Ainsley With A Darling Who Sees Soulmate Threads ♡

(Elisha gets a brief mention lmao. 6564 words, I don't even know how to properly write warnings for this, uhm cum addiction, fucking while looking into the eys of a corpse, just like yeah this is so much. There's some daddy kink in there too, enjoy.)

The very idea of someday finding your soulmate, of having the threads tug and tell you fate was going to force the both of you together whether you liked it or not, struck fear into your heart. You'd lay awake for hours watching the thread and trembling in fear when if tightened up or moved even slightly, only breathing a sigh of relief when it loosened up again, perhaps your soulmate was just walking around or perhaps fate had decided it was not yet your time, either way you could finally breath again when the string was loose. From a young age you had been taught to fear the thread, destiny pulling you towards something you hadn't chose, absolutely terrifying, one day you may be forced away from everything you knew and wanted the moment fate decided it was your time and those in the village who found their soulmate and accepted it were mocked relentlessly, they were considered to no longer be themselves, just a puppet of fate, too dangerous to be around. Sure your friend from before would never have harmed anyone but the bond you felt with your destined person was unstable, it made people angry, possessive, driven to do anything to maintain their connection to their chosen. Often times they were forced out of the village after they proved themselves a violent threat, even leaving any children they'd previously had behind because all that seemed to matter to them was preserving the bond.

Then there were those that had left of their own volition too however, deciding they needed to seek their fate before it sought them out instead, they never made it home. Sometimes they decided the village warning were nothing to be afraid of and they could face this head on, over confident in their ability not to change whatsoever even if fate demanded it, sometimes they were so terrified of it they would rather get it over with so they would no longer spend every day in fear, either way they never got to return home. The only ones safe were the lucky few who had been born without one or the poor souls who had gone through the ceremony to have it cut, shortening their life by decades, some even dying mere days after it had been cut. You hadn't been that desperate to be rid of the curse. You wish you had gone through with it.

It had been a calm winter morning, a bit chilly but otherwise fine, you'd been in the town square when your thread had gone crazy, it was time, it had never yanked back and forth lie that and while you would have hid it had you been alone and hoped it passed, everyone i the town saw it, they all knew fate had decided your time was up. Keeping someone with a thread going haywire was dangerous, fate would do anything it took to force you towards the person on the other end and that included natural disasters and mass deaths all around you so you would have no one to go to but your destined person if you continued to not heed it's call. So you had to go. Didn't mean you weren't angry about it though, it was like a death sentence, you would never be the same person you were before, and beyond that it was the middle of the winter and you were freezing meaning your only chose was to follow the thread or possibly freeze to death so you set off.

She had spotted you first, you think, your first stop after leaving your village was a hunting town in the area, your thread had stopped acting up and so you had thought it would be okay if you rested for awhile, perhaps learn to hunt for a bit until your thread decided you had to go again, just trying to gain anymore time you could before you had to face your fate. It was a desperate attempt to grasp as much freedom as you possibly could, in your attempts to ignore the thread for as long as you possibly could however you hadn't noticed how close the end of the thread had been until you realized it was going straight across the plaza, and there she was staring at you. You knew she couldn't see the thread but something in her eyes still told you she was able to recognize that you meant something to her.

You'd honestly doubled checked the thread three times before you were willing to accept that she was in fact connected to yours and each time you traced from your line to the end of hers, you felt as though a hole was opening up beneath you and was going to swallow you whole, there she was within range of you, your time was up. Fate had decided if you weren't going to be pushed in her direction, it would lead her in your direction instead.

It had to have been fate that pushed her to travel though this town, that was the only way to explain it because she appeared as though she didn't belong here, outfitted with a crimson cloak with god embroidered details, ashy blonde hair, and striking red eyes, she was clearly not one of the hunters who resided in the village, though the same could be said about you as you clearly were not one of the hunters who lived here. Then there was the girl who stood next to her, arguing and smoking something that appeared to be a very thin cigar, they clearly looked like neither of them had been planning on staying here long though with the way she looked, you would think she might have wanted to stay in this moment forever, even with her travel partner being right next to her, she was unable to remove her eyes from you until you backed up and disappeared into the crowd. You wouldn't see her again for another year.

You'd gone west next, leaving the village the moment you'd seen her there, the string wasn't tugging and so you felt you'd be able to escape, perhaps fate had been satisfied the both of you had met and had deemed it okay to leave you be for a time, you knew you would be called back towards her at some point, there had been cases where people had split from their destined person for a period of time only for the strong to start pulling them back again when it had decided they'd had enough freedom, you wouldn't be able to hide forever but you would hide as long as you could. Even though the string said you could have a break from her, she seemed to disagree, as if she had any right to force you to feel the same way about her that she clearly felt about you.

She hadn't spoken a word to you at first, simply sidling up to you and when you hadn't introduced yourself she'd decided to go first, introducing herself as a mage in the court of the crown princess named Ainsley, she'd been newly appointed. You hated every word she said, it made you feel as though fate wanted to taunt you further by giving you a soulmate you would be unable to run from as much as you craved to, there was only one way to fix this horrible fate though, it was to embrace it, most people said after they spent the first night with the one they were destined for they felt as though they could never live without them again, if you wanted to become blissful and have fate force you to forget your objections, simply living in blissful ignorance, that was what you would have to do.

"Hold still baby girl, you're quite a squirmy thing aren't you? As much as I find it cute, it's hard to love on you when you move so much so hold still so I can show you the full extent of my affections towards you." You weren't sure when you'd gotten back to her room in the inn, she'd been so quick, not wanting to give you the smallest amount of time to rescind your offer to spend the night with her, you hated how aggressive she was in her affection, trying to mold you to her will, convince you to give in, allow the bond to strengthen and possibly change everything about who you were because you simply fell so deeply in love with her. You just couldn't bring your body to relax and give in, although you had wanted to give in so your fear could finally come to an end, you couldn't bring yourself to allow that to happen, you were still holding onto that tiny flicker of resistance against your destiny.

"Maybe you just aren't as good at this as you think you are." You mumbled as she pulled away from kissing your neck, pawing at your dress to pull it off, getting frustrated when you wouldn't move so she could do so before going for just your underwear instead. You didn't get a look at her body, you feared it would be every bit as monstrous as you had imagined the body of your destined pair to be, or even worse you could think she was the most handsome woman you had ever laid eyes on, and that would be even worse. People often talked about how their partner was the most attractive person they had ever seen, like they were in a trance, completely brainwashed by what fate said they should feel. So no, obviously you would not allow yours to so much as gaze down at her even though you felt a little bit scared when you felt her cock against your thigh.

"That hurts my feelings, baby girl. What would make you say that?" She said it in such a patronizing tone, she could feel you wanted her, that you enjoyed everything she was doing, holding back your shudders every time she flicked your clit, she was enjoying seeing your will to hate it slowly crumple. "You're a terrible liar, baby girl, from the looks of it, you're soaking wet and we've barely even started."

"Perhaps I'm thinking of someone else, don't just assume it's related to you, being so full of yourself isn't a good look." She hummed in thought, pursing her lips together before returning to her cocky smile, you hated to admit it to yourself but egotistical was a very good look on her, you had always hated people with an ego but hers felt deserved, of course that was only the brainwashing speaking however.

"It will be nice to get you back to my tower, I'd love to see how many experiments it takes until you're rendered completely unable to spew such filthy lies out of your sweet little mouth." Her cock pressed against your hole and you tried not to tremble as the tip pressed against you, a moment away from her pushing inside and all your objections seemingly melting away, you would no longer be yourself, only a prisoner of fate, you wanted to get one last jab in before things possible changed forever.

"What makes you think I'd go with you-" You let out a gasp and squeezed your eyes shut, it felt like you were being split in half but in a hot way and you wanted to look done just to confirm how big she was but you had promised yourself you wouldn't look at her tonight so the only option was to keep your eyes tightly closed. That didn't stop you from trying to imagine what she might have looked like if you looked down just based on how it felt to have her pressed up against your body.

"It's very cute you think you would be given a choice in whether or not you go with me, it's love at first sight, of course you'll be coming with me, we're in love, baby girl." She hooked one of your legs up over her shoulder as she continued with her slow deep thrusts. "Fate is such a wonderful thing, no one can resist what it has in store for them."

"S-stupid fucking fate again..." You whispered to yourself as your eyes were still squeezed shut, she let out a laugh going harder and faster. You hadn't been allowed a single bit of sleep that night.

It was a surprise when you woke up in the morning with not in the bed with you, you peered outside the window and she was outside the inn talking with a carriage driver and, at least you assumed, making travel arrangements for the both of you, following the driver over to his carriage across the plaza. It was your chance to leave before fate demanded you stay at her side, maybe if you had woken up by her side it would have felt harder to part with her, but for the time being you felt like you could still resist and you while you almost caved to the fear last night, you felt your urge to fight back against her return. That was dangerously close, you wouldn't let your fear take hold again, you couldn't allow yourself to give into fate, you weren't sure why that had even sounded remotely like a good idea last night and so, you ran out the back door of the inn and kept running until you could no longer press your legs to move any longer.

It only took her a week to find you the next time. You hadn't been very smart about where you ran to, running even farther west, not wanting to go anywhere yo had gone before, your pattern made it very easy for her to guess your next location and she was pissed when she found you, tugging on your arm and pulling you into the carriage with her.

"We're going to the capital where you will be locked away in my tower until that will of yours has been broken, perhaps YOU do not feel the love at first sight at the moment but that will be remedied, I simply must do a few experiments so I can see what will finally get you to understand." She was unbuckling her belt next to you, you didn't look over even though you felt that she'd just pulled her dick out. You closed your eyes so you didn't accidentally see it.

"What are you doing?" You panicked as she pushed your head down, squeezing your eyes shut tighter even when they wanted to fling open when you felt the tip against your lips. You squeezed your mouth shut tightly despite knowing she wasn't going to stop until she got what she wanted, her fingers shoved against your lips and pulling on your cheek, trying to force you to open your teeth up so she could shove her way inside your mouth.

"Baby girl, you need to open your mouth, this journey will be a lot easier on you if you do as I tell you." She squeezed your cheeks together and finally shoved her cock in your mouth, lazy thrusting up into your cheek and you continued to keep your eyes closed hoping whatever this was would be over soon. "This would go faster if you would suck even a little bit, baby girl."

You nervously began to suck, trying not to think about how weird and light headed you were beginning to feel despite how slowly she was going. Her precum had a weird addictive quality to it, you found yourself somewhat liking it actually. You had to resist the urge to suck harder, if the pre tastes like this then you could only imagine what the actually cum tastes like. You wondered if this was a trick of fate or if this was something actually unique about hers in particular.

"Keep going baby girl, this will make the trip go much smoother, you'll get a reward back at the tower for obeying my instructions." You hummed a bit in response, starting to find yourself incredibly tired, sighing happily and drinking it down when she finally cam in your mouth, whining a bit when she pulled your head away and put her dick away in her pants. "There you go, take a nap, I'll feed you it again in another few hours."

Dammit you fell into her trap again. You couldn't bring yourself to resist and you know she must have done something magical to make it so it would put you to sleep. Your guard had been too down and you would resist the next time you could, for now though, you slept.

The rest of the trip went like that as well, stopping every few hours so you could eat and go to the bathroom and then resuming travel meanwhile is between she was forcing you to suck her dick any time you showed resistance so you were unable to fight back against her the entire trip. You hoped you'd get a break once you reached the tower otherwise you were really going to lose yourself to what fate wanted.

You'd been very loopy when you finally made it back to her tower, completely starting to lose yourself or the will to fight after days of constantly being fed her cum, you still had remembered to keep your eyes shut though, a part of your resistance was still intact, you couldn't imagine it would be for much longer though now that she had gotten you back to her tower.

"I promised you a reward for following my instructions when I got you home baby girl, would you like to see it now?" You shook your head, whatever it was would likely only cause you to lose yourself even further, you would not be partaking in any reward she was planning on giving you.

You were stunned as you looked around her tower while she took a seat at her desk, the tower was ginormous, and very well furnished, with what appeared to be five floors if you looked up, not that you were going to be doing any exploring, your top priority was planning a way to get out of here as soon as you could stop feeling loopy. It was hard to remember that you hated her when you felt like you were floating on a cloud right now due to ingesting her cum every day, almost five times a day.

"It's a shame you disagree considering I'm going to give you your reward anyways, after we correct that line of thinking. Come sit on my lap, I need to show you why you most certainly deserve the treat." You were too out of it to not listen to her instructions even though you knew if you were in the right headspace you would be hiding in a corner avoiding her for as long as you were possibly able to. You were sure you wouldn't be so calm in her arms right now if it hadn't been for the fact she fed you an hour prior, it made it really hard to think about anything except being good and sitting on her lap.

"Yes Ainsley." She shushed you when you straddled her lap and you looked up at her in confusion, you were doing what she asked so why was she not pleased? You shook your head, you couldn't be concerned about whether she was or wasn't pleased with you, since when did you care about her feelings, you had to stop that or she would suck you in further, you wanted to remain yourself for as long as possible.

"Call me daddy, baby girl." She rolled her eyes as you shook your head and only let out a small hum of disappointment. "Another day then perhaps. Now, since you disagreed that you deserved a reward, I shall help you earn it."

You started to try to get off her lap in order to suck her dick again but her hands held you in place and stopped you. "Not that baby girl, you're going to allow me to inspect you today, nothing more, I just would like to see how all of this is having an affect on your body, and then I would like you to answer some simple questions about where you came from, that's all. Would you lay on that table in the center of the room for me, baby girl?" You hopped off her lap and hurried to lay on the table in the center of the room. It was a somewhat cushion table and somewhat propped up your back.

"This was my mistake, I meant for you to lay down on the table naked, I'll be clearer with my instructions for now on." You froze a bit, reluctantly stripping down in front of her and laying on the table, now more embarrassed and keeping your legs shut to preserve some sort of dignity. "Legs apart, the whole purpose of inspection is defeated if I can not get a fuller picture of the changes to your body."

"Ahh now then, how do you feel?" It felt like the words just tumbled out, she could ask you any question and the answer would come spilling out of your mouth with you being unable to stop it. You tried to stop yourself from telling her how you felt terrible when you were starting to fall from the high her cum gave you but even that you were unable to hide. It was terrifying, was this from fate forcing you to never lie to your destined partner or was this an effect she herself was having.

"Interesting, looks like I will have to make sure to feed you every four hours instead of every five then so you don't get withdrawal symptoms." She wrote something down on her notebook before setting it down and walking towards you, her finger running up your slit. "It appears you're less tight than before, it seems like it's helping you relax so you can accept me more easily, very good."

She licked her finger off nodding to herself and smiling. "Tastes very sweet, seems like your body is making small changes to entice me so that way it will get more, I'll keep on eye on that. Alright now, one last question, I just would like to know where the village you originate from is, I'd like to learn more about you."

You froze up, focusing on the thread instead to distract yourself so you wouldn't answer the question automatically, that was the one thing you didn't want her to know, you didn't want her to know that you could see and feel that she was destined for you, what would she say if she knew you had actively been resisting the bond you felt the entire time. She sighed, running a hand through her hair and pushing it back.

"There's still more work I have to do it seems, well since you are not willing to share, I will be generous and tell you about my place of birth. We had a legend about love at first sight, a person who fate mandated you be with, you are my fated person." Now you were very sure you would never ever tell her about your village, you had no clue what she might possibly do if you found out about the string, she might even use her magic to tighten the string so then you'd be driven back to her if you so much as left the room without her. It was to risky considering how powerful she was.

"Anyhow, since you failed to answer my questions, it seems you must earn your reward a different way." She backed away from you and walked over to a shelf she had on the wall with various jars, you couldn't bring yourself to close your eyes this time, you had to know what she was planning on doing to you. You were so lucky you were high off your ass at the moment or you would have gasped in horror when you saw her dick. You averted your eyes quickly and tried not to think about the amount of times that had been in your mouth of the span of a week.

"What's in the jar?" You asked woozily but still wouldn't looking over at Ainsley cause you really didn't want to see it again and confirm it was just as much of a horror as it had been the first tie you saw it. You had to have been wrong, there was no way it looked like that, you would simply ignore the truth, maybe if you believed it looked normal hard enough then it would start to appear normal.

"This is a slime that was created using my mana, if I inserted this, then because it is my mana i will be able to control all of the movements it makes inside of you, do not worry, it will feel very pleasurable." She walked over to you opening up the jar and letting the slime free near your opening then walked back towards your head holding her cock in front of your face, you squeezed your eyes shut. "You seemed tense so for our first experiment I decided a dose or two would help you to relax, just enjoy it baby girl."

It was just better to get it over with, you really didn't want to think about any of this, what you'd just seen or how you could feel the slime slide inside of you. You mentally berated yourself a bit though, she was a mage with cum you were slowly growing addicted to, did you really expect her dick to look normal? Perhaps you shouldn't have fought fate so hard, maybe having this weird person as your destined person was a punishment for the act of defying your fate. Things would have gone smoother had you embraced your fate all along, you wouldn't be here moaning around a monstrous dick as a magic slime messed with your insides if you hadn't been so adamant about defying fate. You knew that was a lie though, even if you had gone along with fate, you would have still wound up tied to Ainsley and you had a very hard time imagining yourself with anyone who wasn't her if you were being honest. Something was eroding your will to fight against the bond and you weren't sure if it was the thread or the cum or just how much you liked Ainsley at this point. It was better if you didn't think about that though and just focused on how good the slime felt even if it was a gross wet thing inside of you. Her experiments didn't seem too bad, maybe you'd even grow to like them over time.

She tapped you on the shoulder after what had felt like hours, her dick finally softening in your mouth after what might have been three or four loads of cum. You weren't really sure how long you'd been there, you had just forced yourself to tune everything out while it as happening, it was a bit scary how easy her cum made it for you to ignore everything happening around you, you hadn't even noticed the slime leaving you and crawling back into the jar. You really liked this feeling, after years of constant fear from the thread, it was ironic that the person on the other end of the thread had something that made it possible for you to tune out any fear for a very long time so long as you kept it in constant supply.

"Did you enjoy the first experiment, baby girl?" She pulled her pants up and took the jar over to her desk, screwing the lid on tightly and storing it away in a drawer, it was probably so she could examine it further later but you really didn't care at the moment, it wasn't your issue. You just nodded, you didn't really enjoy the slime at first but once she had cum in your mouth the first time the experiment only made the high that much better so honestly you did really grow to enjoy it. Who knew that it would only strengthen the feelings of loopiness that the cum gave you, not that you wanted her to know that. Sure fate was forcing you to be with Ainsley but it was your decision to get high every few hours off of her, even if she had forced it at first, fate couldn't take that from you, it was your decision.

"Sit up baby girl, I have your reward prepared." She slipped a collar around your neck and you froze, it was red and reminded you of the thread around your finger, a thread you had forced yourself to stop looking at, a thread that was tightly wound going from your finger to hers and saying that fate had decided it would be impossible for you to leave her side for even a moment, the anxiety was back again. "Seems like you need another dose, open up."

It was three months later Ainsley had deemed you obedient enough to take out with her to court, she said you had earned a party and that was how you had wound up on the terrace secretly dancing with a high up aristocrat, she had been interesting enough to talk to and you were just so glad to have a break from Ainsley that you never questioned what she might have wanted with you, you were too high to even notice it anyways even if she had made it blatantly obvious. She'd made a pass at you and the rest was a blur, when you had come to her head had been bashed into the side of the railing and it appeared you had strangled her to death. There was just so much blood everywhere and you realized she had been crawling at your arms when you had choked her and had left cuts all over your hands and arms. It was the first time in a very long time you hadn't been high off her cum and you really didn't like it.

Your string had begun to go crazy as well, pulling tightly and warning you that it was in your best interest to go back to Ainsley before bad things began to occur. You'd spent months hoping you would come down and then you would be free from the control it gave her over you but now more than anything you just needed it again, you didn't want to deal with the present reality of your situation anymore, it was just too much, you'd rather go back to being loopy and unable to deny fate for your entire life then look at the face of the woman yo murdered for another second. You didn't have to face this for much longer however as Ainsley stepped onto the balcony, clearly expecting to have to save you fro that harpy only to tut when she saw you had already done the job for her.

"Baby girl, I believe I warned you prior to the party that you were not to wander off with anyone else for any reason. I can't imagine I would have forgotten it considering how important of a rule it is to me, in fact if I recall, I stated this, on five separate occasions. My rules are there for a reason baby girl, this is what happens when you don't listen to my words." She sent the corpse a look of disdain, kicking it in the torso before stumbling back a bit in surprise when you threw yourself at her feet and began to frantically unbuckle her pants. "Doing that is not going to make me forgive you any faster, if you need your dose, you may have it after we dispose of this."

"P-please I need it, I need to forget, please just let me have it-" "Baby girl no you need to deal with the consequences-" "No! Please just, I can deal with it later, please just give me some, t-then I'll be able to focus, then I-I'll-" You cried as she pinched both of your cheeks. It wasn't hard but she hadn't hurt you before other than a light zap to get you to focus in experiments, this was the first time she'd actually caused you real pain. You still couldn't bring yourself to care about anything other than her cum, you didn't care if she hurt you, she could hurt you as much as she wanted as long as you got this one time.

"Please daddy please, I need it, it feels like I'm going to die if I don't get it, just please, I need it." You sobbed clutching her leg and she sighed giving you a pat on the head. She guided your head up so you were looking up at her.

"I will allow you to have what you need, I need something from you though, baby girl." She brushed your hair out of your face as you nodded frantically. "Tell me where you came from baby girl, tell me everything about you, I've had you for months but you've still refused to tell me anything, promise you'll tell me later and I'll give you what you need."

"Yes yes, I promise, I'll tell you everything, just please, I need it." You sighed in relief as she unbuckled her pants, whining a bit as she stopped again and pulled away. "No no no, please please please, you can't do this to me, please I need it! I already called you what you wanted to be called, just please!"

You didn't really care if everyone inside the ball was able to hear you, there was only one thing that mattered right now, you couldn't deal with what you had done, you needed her to make you forget, you needed to go numb again, fate had dealt you a crappy hand and the only way to forget about it was for Ainsley to give you this.

"I've changed my mind, I'll give you it the other way today, get on your hands and knees, I want you to look at what you did, you'll never understand that my rules are there for your benefit if I don't force you to observe the consequences of your actions, baby girl." You stared at her for a moment wondering if she was being serious before scrambling to lift your dress up and get on your hands and knees, your face inches away from the woman's.

"I-is this good?" You sighed in relief when you felt Ainsley kneel behind you, her cock firmly pressed against you, only a thrust away from entering, sure this wasn't as effective in getting you what you needed as sucking her off would have been but it was better than getting nothing and so you were willing to accept it, honestly it was easy to forget you were staring at a corpse with how bad you just wanted Ainsley to start already.

"Tell me about her, I would love to know what it was about this woman that caused you to disobey my rules, to put yourself in danger, clearly she couldn't have been that good considering you killed her, if you had just asked I would have let you kill someone, it's clear you have a blood lust, I would have allowed you to help me in my research." You weren't really sure what Ainsley's research was other than she occasionally came down from the top floor in the tower covered in blood but you were sure now you didn't want to know.

"She w-was a countess, I t-think." You struggled to think as Ainsley slowly began to thrust in and out of you. You couldn't remember much about what the woman and you had talked about, you couldn't even remember if you had had a special reason to follow her or if it was purely your desire to disobey Ainsley that had made you find her so charming and interesting. Perhaps it was stupid to defy fate, the consequences of defying fate were possibly getting locked in a prison for the murder you committed for the rest of your life, possibly execution which judging by the executioner, you really didn't want or stick with fate and be happy in Ainsley's arms for the rest of your lives, though you were beginning to think she might be immortal so it might just be for the rest of your life, and get your dose every few hours and feel content in life. You much preferred sticking with fate.

"So you disobeyed for no reason at all then? Well I suppose I won't be letting you out of the tower for a long time now, perhaps I should lower how often you get dosed as well so common sense will return to that head of yours." You panicked and let out a whine pleading with her not to do that, you couldn't take it if you gave you less, this was all you really had, you would literally do anything she wanted from no one so long as she never took it from you. "I suppose I won't lower the amount then, it could be dangerous to make you quite when your body has already changed itself to accommodate receiving this daily."

After Ainsley finished inside you she made you stand watch at the door as she threw the corpse over the railing on the balcony. True to your word you told her everything afterwards about your village as she bandaged up the wounds on your arms, it seemed she was very curious about what the blood of the people in your village could do, though she was peeved you had been able to feel a connection to her the entire time but she seemed like she would leave it be since you had decided you would behave from now on.

You didn't see her for two weeks after that, she said she was going to investigate your village and left behind little vials for you to take every five hours, she'd increased the time between by any hour in order to ensure you would have enough for the two weeks she would be gone and servants came by leaving your meals at the door to the tower though Ainsley had told you not to open the door until they were out of sight so you never actually saw the servants who delivered your food since Ainsley wanted you to be strictly kept away from others until she was positively sure you could be trusted not to make the same mistake again.

You'd still managed to screw up though and you really didn't want Ainsley to know, you had been drinking every 3 hours instead of every five like she had told you to do and so by the time she returned with boxes full of jars of blood in hand you really couldn't even bring yourself to care that she slaughtered your entire village or that she told you she was going to make you immortal, you just needed her. It seems what fate had in store for you was immortality with your lover who had additive cum and it could just be the cum or the thread talking but you were perfectly okay to that. It seems like in the end you did change as a person due to the thread but you couldn't find yourself hating that.

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