Presence of Mind, Absence of Body

Twenty moons. Twilight walks through her miniature library. He’s gotten her so many books over the last two moons. Enough that she can’t keep up. She’s not bored anymore. He’s even given her a room.

Her own room instead of just living in his sex dungeon. It’s still underground, it’s still dark, it’s still imprisonment, but it actually feels like her space and not his. She has book shelves. A bed with a purple star on it. A writing desk for note taking and letter writing.

She’s written to the girls, and Sombra has promised that the letters have been delivered. He hasn’t brought her any responses, but knowing that they know she’s okay is enough for now.

Sometimes he asks for her input on the magic. She’s let him figure out much of it, but he’s close to a breakthrough and she knows it. Once he figures out the universal harmonic, he’ll know enough to be truly unstoppable in this world. As it stands, he does run the risk of running out of energy much like the equestrian artifacts. It just takes a long time. If he can tap into the harmony, he’ll have effectively endless mana.

She can do that back home. It’s one of the tricks any great sorcerer or warlock can use. Here, though, the harmony is quieter and more elusive. She’d assumed there wasn’t one. He’s proven that there is—it’s just not tuned to her. He can tap into it though. He’s not a human, but he is from this world somehow.

He’s accepted that fact, actually. He seems relieved by it in some way. He’s been nicer to her since that night. Not during their sessions. He’s merciless during the sessions. But outside of them he’s been… almost friendly.

She shivers remembering this morning. His visit had been quick and he’s simply walked up behind her and grabbed her breast. Without thinking, she’d turned her head over her shoulder and lifted her arm to pull his head to hers. They’d kissed warmly, eagerly entwining their lips and tongues together as he groped her tit with one hand, and let the other trail down her naked stomach. She hadn’t even skipped a breath when he started to toy with her clit, instead meeting his touch by leaning into it.

His morning hello had been fingering her to orgasm from behind as they’d kissed. It had been sensual and loving in a way she had been growing fond of. He simply took her when and how he wanted. And he wanted often.

This morning hadn’t taken long, but he’d left her breathless and with shaking legs before smirking as he walked off suckling on his own hand. There had been no explanation, but neither of them had needed one.

If anything, she is frustrated because now she’s hornier than before. Now she has to decide whether to read one of her books or go visit his library of toys. Maybe that’s what he’d wanted with the little exchange.

Or maybe he’d just wanted to finger bang her from behind.

Twilight’s cheeks flush as she stares at the writing desk. She hasn’t gotten much done since he left. She decides that since he caused this, he can fix it.

She leaves her room and makes her way down the hallway, looking for him in his workshop. As she walks through the dim halls, she notices a door open that usually is not.

She glances inside and frowns as she sees the artifacts he stole. They look drained. Each amulet is haphazardly sitting in a vial, sitting on a shelf. There are other artifacts she doesn’t recognize, and some she does. The memory stone is there as well, also looking quite empty. Hopefully he just drained it, and didn’t figure out how to use it. He must be feeding off of them somehow. Is he letting them recharge and then draining them to fuel his sorcery?

She decides to leave the drained artifacts alone, they are curious but not something she can use. Her eyes glance at the two books and she freezes.

Twenty moons.

Or right now.

Those books, drained or not, will work as keys to the portal. She’d forgotten about them somehow. Her stomach drops and her heart races. Those books are part of the equation that is her freedom. Or at least they can be. She only needs one. Then all she has to do is get out of here.

Even if all she gets is the book through the portal somehow, her friends can come. And they can bring more than trinkets. They can bring actual weapons.

Her heart races with a new terrified realization. Sombra is dead in her world. She closes the door fully, and stumbles down the empty hall. She forgot where she was going.

He’s dead. Does she care? He’s evil. He’s evil there and he’s evil here. Remorselessly so.

She finds him sitting in his chair, working on some device and wearing glowing green goggles that look eerily reminiscent of his mind control devices from another timeline in another world. There’s a thick cloud of black smoke lingering around his work table. Is that him? Was that him?

He’s dead.

She tries not to think about it as she quietly crawls under the table on all fours. He hadn’t seen her or heard her, he had been focused on his task. He gets like that sometimes. The smoke clings to her and she wonders if he can feel her through it. It almost feels loving as it laps at her skin.

Now she is the one distracting him. He doesn’t complain as she unbuttons his pants. She tries not to think as she gently tugs his cock up and into her face. She feels him stiffen as she puts it into her mouth and slides forward, soaking it in her hot spit.

He’s dead.

She shoves the thought down, adding it to her ever increasing library of things not to think about. His cock grows fat and hard as she suckles it. Her tits press against his knees, and her face is buried in his crotch.

She feels him go back to work, choosing not to acknowledge her attention. She doesn’t need his acknowledgment right now. She chooses to forget what she saw. What she was thinking. None of it matters right now. Right now, she has something she needs to do.

She needs to leave him as horny as he left her.

Smirking around his erection, Twilight breathes in his scent as she demonstrates to him exactly how little gag reflex she has left and how long she can hold her breath.