#miirym

“Silly wizard,” a voice echoed fondly in his mind, “You say you want to become one in the Weave, and yet you try to shape your essence into a body.”

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Gale could feel the vestigial shudders of his physical body even as his consciousness slipped out of it and into the Weave itself, familiar and yet entirely different. Even in her weakened state, the air around Miirym thrummed with power like shockwaves radiating from her. He could feel himself waver under the intensity of it, arousal crawling its way into his core the same way it had... before. And yet, when he sought Mirrym out to try to reciprocate, to offer her pleasure, worship, he couldn’t find her. He could feel her presence, certainly, but all he could see as he looked around was a thick fog.

It was then that Gale saw her, or rather, realized what he was looking at to begin with. Her essence had dispersed. She was everywhere, all around him, cradling him in the wholeness of her own self. He looked down at the form he had naturally carved for himself, able to modify it, sure, but still trapped in the barriers of the shape he chose. Miirym’s own consciousness, formless as it was, still never penetrated his own. She curled in thin wisps around what would be his skin, waiting.

He willed himself to concentrate despite the desire thrumming through him. He tried to spread himself out the same way that she had, only to hesitate as soon as his features began to fade. Loathe to admit it as he was, he was out of his depth. Miirym was right, he had only ever made an approximation of physical sex in this form. He had no idea how he could serve her without any kind of appendages or a mouth, certainly not in the way that she deserved.

“I don’t know I can give you what it is you’re looking for,” he confessed at length, and felt a soft tingling, like a cold caress, against his cheek.

“I know that you can.” Inside his mind, Gale could hear her smiling. “Let go. I will catch you.”

Gale hesitated once more, then acquiesced, loosening his concentration and allowing his mind to merely float. Immediately, he could feel his essence merging with hers, could feel her permeating every part of him. As promised, somehow, she held him. Swirling energy kept him from dissipating too far, kept him safe even as his focus grew bleary. She was like a cool mist seeping into his mind, soothing over every thought that bubbled to the surface until all he knew was her.

“Very good.” Her praise was everywhere now, like vibrations echoing through him, and he wasn’t quite sure if he was making any noises in this state, but he knew she could feel his pleasure from the low purr he received in return. “I told you that you could manage it.”

But I’m not doing anything, Gale wanted to argue. But the thought died as quickly as it appeared, replaced by overwhelming need as he was filled, claimed in ways he couldn’t even comprehend.

“You are doing exactly what I told you to. You have already impressed me, little wizard. Now allow me to take care of what is mine.”