CHAPTER 56

What was this world like through her eyes? he wondered.

"Oh, there you are... what the fuck happened here?" Sofia stood at the top of the stairs with a stack of books in her hands, her eye wide in surprise.

"Long story. What's with the books?"

Sofia grinned. "Feel like taking a trip to the faerie realm?"

Mike stood, using the wall for balance. "Tell me how."

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Dana walked into her room under the garage, clicking on the light as she entered.

"Oh, fuck me." There was a large crack in the far wall, and several hairline fractures in the cement up above. She should have Tink look at it after she was done repairing the broken wall in Yuki's room. The small fractures didn't look too bad, so she could have Tink verify it for her later. For now, she needed somewhere away from the others.

Well, not all of them. Tick Tock was the piano again, and was now playing some classical music for her in the corner. She and the mimic had been practicing music together in yet another one of her nightly pursuits.

She sat down in her game chair and took a deep breath, then picked up a nearby pillow and screamed into it.

Screams of rage were forced into the soft cushion of the pillow. Hysterical sobbing came next, followed by unrestrained laughter, followed by more crying. Her fingers dug into the pillow so hard that she was tearing holes in it, and this went on for nearly an hour.

When she had swallowed Mike's cum, his magic had passed into her, raw and unfiltered. In the moments that followed, she had felt warm blood rushing through her veins, and heard her heart beating in her ears. At the same time, every dulled emotion she had experienced since her first death had tried to force its way forward, replaying in her mind on repeat, and if not for her faux death afterward, she wondered if she would have gone insane.

Barely able to contain herself, she had quietly helped Tink patch Yuki's wall and come down here to let it all out, and when it rained, it poured.

Her mind was playing out conversations, confrontations, and moments of terror that had all been waiting in her mind for her to dissect and emotionally process. Tick Tock was no longer playing music, but had wandered over with a small blanket. Tiny metal hands draped it over her shoulder, but she couldn't even articulate her thanks.

It was sometime in the middle of the night before she was finally able to gain control once more, the part of her brain responsible for emotion finally sweeping the rest of her feelings out. Her dead anatomy allowed her to shed very few tears, but she still felt raw and drained afterward. What was happening to her?

She stripped down to take a look at her body in the mirror. Old scars had mostly faded, and the weird clicking she sometimes got in her knee was gone. The really bad scar on her shoulder was almost completely gone, and the thin lines on her thighs where Lily had removed her legs for an airplane trip were non-existent.

It was like a reset. But why?

Had it been the sex itself? It hadn't been unpleasant, though she did have to close her eyes and pretend she was riding Alex wearing a strap-on.

And what was with those weird sparks of his? They had crawled inside her and driven her absolutely out of her mind, which was the only reason she had even considered fucking him in the first place. The regenerative properties of his semen did wonders, but had his magic done more?

The air filled with the stink of fire and sulfur, and Lily appeared.

"Hey, so I just had an interesting—" The succubus sniffed the air. "Holy shit, you fucked him, didn't you?" Lily stood in the middle of Dana's room, and she scanned Dana's body first, her eyes eventually sliding up to the cracks in the ceiling. "Oh. Looks like I missed something."

Dana sighed. "Yeah, today has been busy. Mike opened a box, which made a new part of the house appear. He got attacked by a cat woman, and I got my neck broken by a magic door. I thought I could just let him jerk off in my mouth to help me fix it, but things got carried away and—"

"Ha!" Lily wagged a finger in her face. "I knew it would happen eventually! Spill the details." Lily's outfit transformed into a set of pajamas, and she hovered in the air as if lying on her belly, her face held up by her hands. "Did he kiss you? Did you kiss him? Ooh, where did you let him blow his—"

Dana stepped forward and pinched Lily's lips shut. "It started as a blowjob, and I think his magic did something to me, and I got carried away. That's all I want to say about it."

Lily pulled her lips free. "Oh, please. I know a little girl talk isn't going to hurt your feelings. You're dead and don't care that much."

"It's uncomfortable." She plopped down in one of her chairs. "Like, I enjoyed it, but I didn't."

"Why not?" The humor had gone out of Lily's face.

"You know how the hunger is. It overrides everything. Mike could be a five hundred pound tub of lard with a micro-penis and halitosis, and I would still have these thoughts about eating his cum."

"Except he's not." Lily sat down on the arm of Dana's chair. "You could do far worse than Romeo, believe me."

"I know, but..." It was a difficult thing to put into words. She knew that her attraction to him was artificial. The closest thing she could compare it to was an addiction, maybe. Her body was a thousand percent in favor of hooking up with him if it meant she could taste some of his sweet cum.