On the one hand, there was a path to indulge. He needed it—there was no doubting it. How could he pass up a chance to grow almost three times more powerful than he was now, knowing the kind of danger he was going into?
But there was no mistake about it: he would be indulging. And maybe this would even open up a path for the Lust Seed to begin influencing his mind more than it had been capable of before.
And then there was the other... to ignore this chance entirely and use the Duchess as a puppet instead.
Of course, this came with its own dangers. Setting aside Sylas’ own inner struggle with his Pride and Lust, if he didn’t fuck the Duchess, Compelling Gaze’s effects would begin to weaken. To make the cognitive dissonance the strongest, it was a necessary part of what he had to do.
That said, Sylas should be able to use her for long enough to get what he needed the most: information.
’You know, if a Lust Madness Key was here, they’d have thrown you out for another host by now. This is just pathetic.’
Sylas didn’t reply to her. He walked to the rhythm of his own drum, and it was precisely because of that the little girl had been so wrong in her assessments of him time and time again.
Sylas wasn’t predictable in all the normal ways, and that was his path toward becoming far stronger than he was now. If he so easily allowed things to sway and dictate how he acted, forgetting who he was at his core, then it wouldn’t be long before this world chewed him up and spit him out.
Suddenly, something moist caught Sylas’ attention. He looked down to find that the Duchess had bent his cock down. Standing on the tips of her toes, she held onto it with both hands, rubbing its tip between her legs and grinding her hips forward and back.
Her body shivered from head to toe, and she seemed to be gushing, her body convulsing again and again.
Mumbling continuously beneath her breath, she began to almost feverishly beg, hoping that Sylas would just take her already.
No matter how Sylas thought about it, there didn’t seem to be an easy answer.
All at once, all of the impurities holding him back could be gone... at the cost of his own love of self-control and discipline.
Often, how or why something happened was far more important than that it happened. If Sylas knew he wouldn’t enjoy it, he would have already done it. But he couldn’t accept the fact that he would.
’Then just hand your body over to one of your Contracts already. Let’s get to the action.’
Sylas had already thought of that. With Reverse Fusion, he could easily just give his body to Nosphaleen and let her do it.
It had to be his body, or else he wouldn’t get the benefits, so there was no other way around that. But he still hadn’t pulled the trigger on that either.
Reverse Fusion could be used in both a full and semi form. In the former, the mind of the Contract would take precedent in the Fusion. But... he would still be there somewhere. He would still be able to enjoy the sensations.
’Deeper, then...’
Why did he feel the need to run from feeling good? If it was indulging that was the problem, then the line to draw was obvious. If it didn’t benefit him to a substantial degree, then he shouldn’t do it.
This was clearly not indulging. So why was he so turned off by the possibility?
Sylas took a breath and exhaled as he seemed to finally understand.
It was ironic that this was the case, and he had skipped over the answer from the very start even though it was right there.
At the end of the day, he really did only want to do this with Cassarae. He cared more about how she would feel than he let on, and that was a peculiar thought for him.
Sylas suddenly shook his head. That was just a small part of it...
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