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Chapter 182 : The Hall Of Dicks (1)

Zura led Agni by the hand, guiding her down three flights of stairs. Along the way the two talked about various things and nothing in particular. The sensation of Zura’s soft skin against her own slowly dredged up memories from the abyss of Agni’s mind. If she had to be honest with herself, they were less like memories and more like lingering vestiges of emotion. For some reason Zura’s grasp was both comforting and disquieting to the succubus.

The simple pleasure of flesh on flesh, the warmth and softness against Agni’s own skin, caused a conflicting sensation. Unease and longing. For a moment, her breathing became shallow and her eyes widened. She recognized the familiar feeling of an anxiety attack, yet she didn’t fully understand why. On reflex her body stiffened , halting Zura in her tracks as well. The Courtesan’s deep, fuschia colored eyes gazed back at Agni, studying her for a few seconds.

Agni’s attention was focused elsewhere, rooted firmly in the feeling she was now experiencing. She was drawn into every nuance of her emotions, enraptured and paralyzed by the river of longing and disdain which seemed to flow concurrently.

“Just let it happen. Let the emotions take you.” Zura’s voice pulled Agni’s attention, their eyes locking as the dark haired woman spoke.

For a brief moment Agni felt vulnerable, afraid of the sensations welling up within her heart. But at Zura’s behest she nodded and took a deep breath. She closed her eyes, focusing only on Zura’s firm, comforting grip on her own hand.

The darkness soon gave way to a swirling mist of memories, long since forgotten and perhaps locked away. She was a different person, in a different time. Rather than see images she simply felt impressions of key moments. The overwhelming sensation which weighed upon Agni was… loneliness. The cultivated, heavy feeling -- one that had been simmering quietly for years. A feeling that could no longer be contained. It was so deep, so entrenched into her heart that she had no idea how to escape from it or what could lighten the emotion.

Yet, her body knew --instinctively. The touch of a woman, feminine energy. It was this energy which flowed out of Zura at any given time, but it was especially potent when their hands touched. Even now, Agni could feel it flowing into her own body, coiling around the emotions that threatened to fight back before accepting the medicine to cure her woes.

A wound of the mind, opened countless times by rejection, slights, single ended advances and failings. The need was something pure, and genuine that every human possesses. To be adored, to be loved, to be paid attention to. Yet for something so profoundly simply, Agni realized that she never quite managed to find it in her past life. Or atleast, that’s what she initially thought.

A flood of faint imagery entered her mind, each leaving a deep and lasting impression of emotion. She felt foolish, angry with herself even as she lashed out. Dozens of times, as the very medicine her soul craved was rejected due to her own greed.

The loneliness had quickly become a black hole, one that sucked in everything ceaselessly. It was never enough, and because it was never enough she always wanted more. Because she always wanted more, she rushed and things could not mature. And because of this she would end up alone again, a vicious cycle which she could never seem to escape. So many precious chances wasted due to her own inability to understand and keep the torrent of emotions in check.

Agni’s eyes popped open as tears began to stream down her cheeks, her first impulse was to completely and totally resist. But Zura’s calm and steady gaze was the first thing Agni met, and it allowed her the space she needed to allow the emotions to run their course.

After a few moments of quiet sobbing, she finally sputtered out a hoarse thanks.

“Is it like this every time I recall something from my past life? Because this sucks. Ha ha.” Agni said as she wiped aside a tear.

“Our most powerful memories tend to stay with us, for better or worse. Sadly, it seems like trauma are notions we often latch onto.” Zura said, her smile taking on a somewhat melancholy quality.

After having her moment, Agni noticed a faint residue of magic, tiny particles of black light rising from the point where she and Zura’s hands were joined.

“What is that?” Agni asked as she continued to straighten herself.

“It’s…. Pieces of you.” Zura responded. The answer was decidedly more cryptic than Agni hoped for.

“Seriously. What is it?” Agni asked again, this time a bit more insistent.

“It’s part of my power as a Courtesan. I can...help people deal with their trauma and expel it.”

“And the black light was--trauma?”

“Yes. How do you feel now?” Zura asked, her eyes still studying Agni’s features.

“Better. Great.. Actually.” The succubus responded. Even though her eyes were still wet and her cheeks reddish, she had to admit the sensation of long held bitterness had begun to recede quickly.

“I’m glad.” Zura added before offering a smile.

“So, if you can do this, what's the point of the bangle?” Agni asked.

“It’s not that simple. The nature of trauma is ...delicate. Humans are like sponges. We take in everything we are exposed to. And the more we are exposed to something, the more our viewpoint on life is altered. It’s not that humans can’t wash away trauma on their own, after all -- really all it takes is positive experiences. Enough of those and the balance of trauma will begin to reset.

That is the slow, gradual method of healing trauma that happens naturally for everyone. Eventually, given enough time and neutral or positive experiences, a soul will mend.”

“My powers speed up that process and bring all of those emotions to the forefront immediately. It can be very traumatic, even depression inducing. Each person is different, if I pull out too much trauma without replacing it with positive energy then it could have dire results.”

“So in other words, the bangle is helping me get over my intimacy complex by building positive reinforcement?”

“Yes. And..”

“And?” Agni asked, keenly curious about Zura’s response.

“And, you’re a succubus my dear. You’re a lot like me. We use our bodies to solve our problems in the grand scheme of things. My powers are most effective when I lay with someone, after all. I have to imagine that yours work much the same.” Zura said with a wink and smile, she placed her hand atop her slightly exposed bosom as she spoke.

“Well you might be right about that..” Agni thought back to her most recent ‘moment’ in the woods, as well as to her first days in Adventia. The rush of euphoria and lust when she entered succulust was almost intoxicating. It was like being on the brink of insanity, teetering between completely losing oneself and maintaining absolute control. In some ways it reminded Agni of the conflicting emotions she felt just a few moments ago.

The charge of two equal forces firing at full blast, the thought made a jolt of energy course through her body, causing her thighs to quiver.

“Exactly. Which is why you owe it to yourself to fully explore every facet of your sexuality.” Zura said just moments before she continued to lead Agni down the flight of stairs. A few minutes later the two were in a familiar place, the bottom floor of the Silken Petal. Zura guided Agni towards a lounge area and led her to a hallway which seemed familiar. After a few seconds Agni realized it was the black door -- the one which led to a series of peeping holes.

Zura opened the door and guided her along wordlessly. Soon the darkness filled in behind them as the door closed and the sounds and scent of sex filled the air. The pleasant aroma of perspired bodies and perfumes mingling in the hallway. Agni found the allure to be intoxicating and for the briefest of moments she wanted to linger, to soak it all in. Zura had other plans, however. She continued leading the succubus along, through the dimly lit hallway towards another door at the far end.

“Do we have to go?” Agni asked, biting her lip as the sound of ass smacking sex echoed through one of the nearby peepholes.

“Yes my dear.” Zura replied as she pushed open the door before them. The first thing Agni noticed was the temperature change. The air within the room was hot and musky, there was a certain scent in the air. She quickly recognized it as the scent of friction. Of bodies moving, pressing against one another , sweat melding with sweat and maybe even saliva and--other fluids.

Despite a growing sense of foreboding, Agni’s body reacted. She could feel her nipples harden as a jolt of energy caused her clit to throb. Zura waited patiently for Agni to step forward, as if it was important that the next few steps be voluntary.

*I can only lead you to the door-type situation hmm?* Agni thought as she bit her lip and stepped forward into the room. Despite having come from a completely dark passage, the room before her was filled with streams of daylight. The place resembled a basement and she stood at the top of a staircase leading downward.

Faint noises echoed in the distance, even as Agni stepped onto the ground floor. She couldn’t immediately place the sounds but it only took a few moments before she realized what type of place she’d stepped into.

“Guck. Guck. Guck.” The noise echoed fiercely through the air as Agni watched the scene unfold. A young brunette gasped for air, having graciously been allowed to breathe by the woman grasping the back of her head.

“Pathetic. You can go longer.” The tall, black haired woman said as she suddenly forced the young girl’s face onto a dick from a nearby glory hole. The young woman’s eyes watered, her thighs clenching slightly as she busily accepted the dick -- shaft down to his balls within her mouth. She set about the work of eagerly deepthroating the man on the other side of the black, velvet wall.

“Oh? You’ve bought another one for me?” The sharp featured woman said upon noticing Zura and Agni’s presence.