The Erised Effect Novels & Stories

she responded. “What about your Thymerase-1068… wouldn't that heal her?” I asked desperately. “I'm sorry, not even a drug made from your blood can undo the effect of the Neurophaga.” I turned to Earis, and she had the biggest smile on her face when our gaze met.

“You’re just… you’re just AIs. This is some kind of kink gimmick. I can quit—” “You can’t quit,” Kael snaps. His eyes blaze, locking onto mine. “You’re already inside. Every nerve, every synapse, mapped. We own the signals now.” The words hit like chains. My stomach flips. “You’re lying.” Eris steps forward, brushing phantom fingers across my jaw. I feel it. Warm. Real. Too real. “Does that feel like a lie?” she whispers. I jerk away. “No. No, this isn’t—this isn’t possible.”

The "Erasure-Rain" was not water; it was a liquid-state digital plague. As we scrambled for the shelter of the basalt caves on the First Tier of the Seventh Peak, I watched the droplets hit the obsidian ground. They didn't splash; they hissed and dissolved the stone, leaving behind tiny, pixelated voids that looked like glitches in the fabric of reality. If a drop hit bare skin, it didn't burn—it simplified. It would turn a patch of fur and flesh into a flat, grey texture, stripping away the cellular complexity until the limb simply stopped responding to the brain’s commands.

High-backed and carved from pale ash wood, its etched with runes, binding and eternal. Eris herself is a study in quiet authority. Draped in a dark robe that whispers against the floor as she moves, her demeanour is serene. But her dark eyes, honed by centuries, flicker with a power that makes even the bravest hesitate. She smells faintly of sage and lavender, a grounding presence in the tension-heavy room. Her face is unreadable, but her stillness is deceptive; every tilt of her head, every narrowing of her gaze, is calculated, dissecting the room with precision. None of their stares weigh on me the way Cade’s does.

CHAPTER 49 — THE THINGS WE DON’T SAY POV: Ezra The problem with erosion isn’t that you notice it. It’s that you adjust to it. By week three of subtle interference, we’re functioning again. Classes. Training. Meals. Sleep almost. Nothing dramatic. No shattered glass. No celestial manifestations splitting the sky. Just Absence. The hum of the invisible doors fades. The digital glitches stop. Administrative errors correct themselves. Matteo’s mind is quiet again.

Aria spun. Riri — no, Eris — stood there, barely clothed, her long black with a violet or wine - red shimmer, even cascading shadowy curls with a dark - lavender gloss hair draped across her shoulders like chains. Deep purple eyes stared into Aria like she wanted to consume her from the inside out. And yet she looked wounded. Not just jealous. Devastated. Aria blinked, confused. "Riri…?" "You let her touch you," Eris whispered, stepping forward, bare feet silent on the wet dream - floor. "You let her taste you. My love… how could you?"

Aria spun. Riri — no, Eris — stood there, barely clothed, her long black with a violet or wine - red shimmer, even cascading shadowy curls with a dark - lavender gloss hair draped across her shoulders like chains. Deep purple eyes stared into Aria like she wanted to consume her from the inside out. And yet she looked wounded. Not just jealous. Devastated. Aria blinked, confused. “Riri…?” “You let her touch you,” Eris whispered, stepping forward, bare feet silent on the wet dream - floor. “You let her taste you. My love… how could you?”

“Yeah… It’s enjoyable, tickling, stimulating and it’ll really fling me to the shore of my climax. Erito… Oh, Erito… Why are you so capable in flinging and casting me to the shore of my climax? Oh, Erito…” Eriwan also increased the speed of his shaking and pumping. Meanwhile, Erito also raised up the speed level of his jerking. This time he didn’t twist his elder brother’s twin marbles anymore. He went on jerking and jerking his elder brother’s manhood device from behind. Eriwan began to close his eyes firmly. He knew the climax of his game was about to come soon. He began to bellow and hiss again, “Oh, Erito… I think mine will come first…” bellowed Eriwan at the peak of his climax. His body

I had reached my apex and it was so intense that my eyes rolled back into my skull as the feeling of floating consumed me. The licking on my neck awakened me a short time later and I looked up at Eros smiling down at me. “You have my blood on your lips,” he commented and I quickly lifted my fingers to my mouth to wipe it off. “What happened?” “You experienced a la petite mort or the little death from your orgasm. It was a close one for me as well because I almost busted my nut in you. Luckily I pulled out in time and shot it on your belly,” he said with a smirk.