Soul
Copyright © 2016, 2018-2020 by VeryWellAged
Author's note: This chapter is NOT a stand-alone...The story starts here.
A matter of Will
What?
What do you mean, 'what?' Weren’t you listening?
Actually? No.
Interesting. OK, so why did you say I loved them?
I didn’t.
So Mirafe is lying?
Just a second… let me look. … Oh! OK, I told them that your caring for them was the same as what love might mean to them. So Mirafe…
…conflated the two. Aina, you have to be careful what you say. Nuance is not widely understood here. Think back to Joana’s mind.
Oh! I was.. oh my, yes! OK, OK, I see. I will be more careful. Sorry.
OK, well I will see if I can untangle this.
Good luck, Hun!
Mirafe, Aina did not say I loved you. She said that ‘caring’ might feel the same as love to you. That is not the same thing.
How not?
I am not sure I can explain, but you need to just understand that Aina did not say what you think she said.
But you understand the difference, yes? And she really mean it different, true?
Yes.
Aina smart like you when she Joana?
Aina was never Joana. Are you asking me if Joana was as smart as this Aina is?
Yes. Why you being difficult?!
I am not intending to. The answer is Joana would probably not have understood what this Aina was saying. She was very much like you.
Will my brain die if you go into it, like Aina?
What?
Why you ask what? You know what I ask!
Why do you want me to go into your mind?
I want to be like Aina. I want to be smarter.
You want her powers and her knowledge?
Maybe.
I do not know what would happen to your mind and I am unwilling to do it. I have no reason to believe you would have the powers that Aina has, and you might not live. As to knowledge, it would not happen. I will not risk losing you.
Will my mind break?
Maybe, I can’t be sure.
What you think?
Probably not. But I cannot be sure.
If you do it, I will be smarter.
No you will not.
Aina is smarter!
No she is not. She knows more, but she is not smarter.
What the difference? I think it the same!
When a child goes to school, do you think the child gets smarter, or learns new things?
Learns new things make you smarter!
No it doesn’t. It just means you have new tools in your mind, not that your mind is better.
So Aina not smarter, but have new tools?
Yes.
If you go into my mind, I get new tools!
Probably not. I am not sure.
But maybe?
Yes, OK, maybe. But maybe you will not live.
But I probably will live. True?
Yes.
So do it!
No.
Why?! Why you say no?
Let’s say it all worked the way you wanted. You might have powers that you would use in ways that would be bad.
Why you say that?
Give me a second. I am going to ask Aina, to see what is in my mind, and send it to you. OK?
Sige.
Aina?
Yes, Hun, I hear you and I see what you want Mirafe to see. She will do things to her mother and father. Right?
Yes, and I am not sure she might not kill one of them.
Yes! I see that. OK I will do it and heighten her emotional response so she can understand it better. Do I have your permission?
Yes, but wait until I tell her that you are going to start.
Mirafe, the next thing that will happen is that Aina is going to show you something I just discovered this morning. You will feel the power inside and how you might respond if you actually had that power. As of now, there is nothing you can do about it and I think you have accepted that. …. OK Aina, now!
This is the very first time Mirafe has felt Aina in her mind and it is a shock as the experience begins. Her expression changes and changes again and again as the minutes pass. Finally there are tears cascading down her face. She begins sobbing as she collapses onto the bed.
I am confused as to the cause of the deep sorrow, but Aina sees what is in me and explains. Hun, I walked her through getting the power, learning about her parents and was going to show her how she might well react… but she went there all on her own. I didn’t stop it. I let it play out until both are dead. And then I got smack dead in front of her mind and told her, ‘That is why Master won’t want to give you the power. You would misuse it.’ She sees that and starts crying. She knows she is not deserving of such power. Master, I was frozen for years and listening the entire time to the evil your son does. It taught me that power is very dangerous. She does not have that time to learn. There is no way to teach her and be sure ever; certainly not without years of pain and unhappiness.
I am sorry I did that to you. … Thank you Aina. I will take it from here.
I sit down on the bed and hold Mirafe. She does not want to be held. Mirafe, no human should have that power. I am not upset with you. You are good and you are mine. Nothing has changed.
But I not good like Aina!
Do you want your existence to be frozen for close to two decades? Joana was, and when she was, she witnessed great evil each and every moment. Yes, she is able to handle the burden now, but it was at a great and painful existence for many years. It is not something I ever want you to discover for yourself. If I had known what would happen to her, I would have allowed her to die. I do not want to inflict such cruelty on any of you.
I sorry. I not know.
I didn’t know for all those years. So, who is more sorry? Come, undress me.
Mirafe doesn’t. What she does is throw her arms around me and holds on for dear life, sobbing and kissing my neck alternatively. A few moments ago, she did not want to be held. Now, she wants nothing more than to be held.
As my arms encompass her small frame, she almost disappears from view. I feel her love. I feel her need. I feel her fear of losing this. I feel the fear that she has that she might do something wrong and be ejected from this place.
Her fear isn’t well founded. She is safe.
Finally she settles down and I whisper, Aren’t you supposed to undress me?
Oh! Sorry, sorry! Yes! Of course, yes!
In short order I am as naked as she is, and we make use of the bed, lying down, only to hold each other again.
She wants to kiss, to nibble, to suck my ear lobe into her mouth and play with it via her tongue. I respond in kind. It is sweet. It is romantic. We roll around in each other’s arms. She wants to give me a massage. I allow it. It’s good but I suspect it is Mirafe who is getting the most from the laying on of her hands as she takes ownership of the body she is working.
But she has to stop at some point and when she does, I put her on her back. Without ceremony I mount her in what in some odd quirk of an enduring malapropos is called missionary position.
Mirafe is a small girl. She stands no more than 148cm/4’10”. Her face is open and sweet. Her breasts are perky, her waist narrow, and while her hips are not generous, for an Asian they are pronounced. She is not hard to admire.
Right now as I run into her repeatedly. Her tight but welcoming cunt provides both stimulation and lubrication. I am no great lothario. My very human body has limits. But I can give Mirafe the sexual satisfaction she needs. And so I continue the repeated penetration, only to hear in my head the groans of Aina. Is she experiencing Mirafe’s pleasures, or is it mine?
Whichever it is, it is sexy as hell and I am getting off on it which only seems to heighten both Mirafe’s pleasure and, seemingly, Aina’s.
Mirafe, is wailing. She is screaming obscenities of no particular intent. The sexual feedback I am getting from Aina, which adds to what I am feeling, being inside of Mirafe, takes me over the top and I cum hard inside the girl. That causes another explosion in both of them.
I am wiped out. It appears Mirafe is totally spent as well. Exactly how, and where Aina is, is unknown. I roll off Mirafe, pull her into my side and go to sleep.
Someone is giving me head. Of that I am sure. It is no imagining from a mind at a distance. I am enjoying it and have yet to open my eyes. Why bother? This is great. I am sure I am getting harder and that seems to be verified by the giggle from down below.
Is it the best head I have ever gotten? No, but who cares? I am just absorbing the good feelings. What a nice way to awaken. She is cupping my nuts, sucking hard on my pole, with a hot and wet mouth. And then Aina breaks in to my mind to offer commentary. Mirafe is doing a really nice job of it. Oh, that’s nice.
Where are you?
We just got back from the funeral parlor. Ah! Master, you know what they say about durian?
Which, that it is bad for high blood pressure, or that it is an aphrodisiac?
The aphrodisiac part. It really isn’t bad for high blood pressure, is it?
Aina! This is not the time for such a conversation! I am getting head. Can’t this wait?
I guess, but eating durian while feeling what you are feeling at the same time? Now that is an aphrodisiac!
I see. Now, be silent for a bit please.
Ok.
Thankfully, I don’t go soft with all that chatter. Mirafe is still perfecting her art and I continue to enjoy her efforts. She keeps at it and though my eyes are closed I know who it is and run my fingers through her hair. I am relaxed, happy and my passion is building.
My activity seems to spur Mirafe on. We build on each other’s responses until I let lose my seed in her mouth.
Mirafe disengages from my appendage and moves up on the bed. Her mouth is close to my ear as she tells me to… sleep. I do.
Have a nice nap, Hun?
That is not in my head. It is next to it. I open my eyes just in time to see Aina come in for a sweet kiss.
Mmmm that’s nice.
Uh-huh.
Did you have a successful trip?
We picked out the casket. And with that she is giggling and blushing.
Ok, there is clearly more to the story than that. Let’s have it.
I think I am going to be in trouble!
Really? What makes you think that?
I did something I am not supposed to do.
Is anyone dead?
No!
Hurt?
No, Hun. No damage.
Well, tell me.
You know when you started making love with Mirafe?
Yes, and?
We had just picked out Joana’s casket. I felt you slide into Mirafe. Oh, Hun, it felt so good! I just wanted to lie down and feel all of it.
Aina, out with it. What happened?
I got into Erlyn’s mind and the mind of the man from the funeral parlor. I told them to sit in his office and go to sleep. Then I crawled into Joana’s casket and felt everything you felt and everything Mirafe felt, all at the same time. Hun, it was the most amazing feeling I have ever felt. I felt what you felt as you reamed her cunt. I felt what she felt, being driven to orgasm after orgasm by your stiff cock. Her breasts ached and I felt it. I can’t describe it. It took my breath away. My body felt each cum as it came crashing down on her body, it crashed down on mine. Then I felt it from both sides when your cum entered her!… I came so hard that if the two had not been sleeping, it would have been very embarrassing!
I am not sure what to say. It is true I don’t want you entering other minds like that, but I am not going to be angry with you. Just please refrain in the future. OK?
Yes, OK.
A little later we wander out in into the main part of the house. Erlyn is watching TV with Mirafe. Amelae has not returned yet. I sit down to a ripe papaya that has been sliced in half, and the seeds removed. It is good, but leaves me wanting something else. I see a heart of banana salad and have some over rice.
Aina eats a papaya. After that she eats the salad but without rice and tells me that she is on a diet! I come close to being unglued and tell her she needs to gain some more weight. The answer I get back is sorta not something I want to write down. I am a little frustrated by her, but have to chuckle later as I see her eating some peanut snack food and then some popcorn. Huh, some diet.
But then I think back, Joana would do the same thing. She didn’t connect eating junk food with weight gain. For her it was the rice. If she wanted to lose weight she needed to avoid the rice.
And thinking back to those days does make me smile. Joana was a good woman. I have missed her and while she will never return to me, part of her has and that is enough. I am happy. Oddly, though, I am still angry. Angry with the doctrines that condemned her to too early a death.
I think that is why I got so angry when those doctors decided to “allow” Amelae’s mom to die. Once again they justified it as ‘god’s will.’ Pure horseshit. It is murder, not ‘god’s will.’ Death by natural causes, isn’t ‘god’s will,’ it is nature. Death by doctor is murder. Death by doctor following the dictates of the church ought to be a high crime, worse than murder.
I wasn’t going to allow Amelae to suffer. Yes she will eventually watch her mother die, but it will be with the full understanding that her mother did not go before her time. She will have the solace of knowing that all that could be done, was done. It will comfort her heart. It will comfort mine.
I am thinking about Amelae as I walk back to my work area. I am checking to see if there is any communications traffic regarding Amelae. There are a few pieces but nothing threatening. I note that the local bishop has sent a message to the dead priest’s phone. It reads, It is not me! I am not doing this! Please spare me Master!
I see no other traffic from the other bishops and that in itself is a bit odd as they are prolific texters. Aina, look at my mind.
…Oh! What you think they are doing?
I don’t know. Please find out.
OK wait…
While I wait, I note that the war on the other church is proceeding as I have desired. Do the bishops think I will be distracted by this success and not notice what else is being brewed up? Certainly they might have been correct if it had not been for the text I received. I can rationalize that the lack of any traffic would have tipped me off, but it hadn’t. If it weren’t for Aina, I would have no way to know.
I have something, Hun. The rest of the bishop’s conference have decided that you are an evil demon who must be exorcized. They have sent an envoy to Rome to request a specialist in exorcisms be dispatched to the Philippines. They are afraid you can read what they write. So they do everything now by word of mouth.
Has this envoy arrived in Rome?
No. He is sitting in a waiting room in Hong Kong waiting on a connecting flight.
Turn him into a statue.
Wait… … Done.
Now who else? How many others are there?
There are four of them. I am to do the same to them?
No, do this. Have each of them see through the eyes of the envoy. They are then to hear his mind. Then dim that. Pick one of the four and have the other three see through his eyes and hear his mind as you turn him into a statue. And then the next the same way, before you finish the last. And then link their minds so that they can hear me.
This will take a while. Wait…
And I do wait. I have no reason to be in a hurry. Finally, Aina tells me I am linked into their minds. It is time for me to say my piece.
All five of you can hear me. You have no option but to listen, and listen you must. I am Master. I am neither god nor devil. Those things do not exist. They never existed. And that is good news for you. That means your death will be the end of your suffering. There is no eternity, no heaven and no hell. You have the misfortune of being clergy and as such I can hurt you. Ordinary humans live their lives without risk of my actions, unless they hurt those whom I am protecting. But you are a special class and if you take up the task to injure me, I have no reservations but to destroy you. I do not take lives, but I can and have made your existences, miserable. Your envoy will not reach Rome. I will now search the minds of your staff members and loved ones for any who know of this intrigue. Each of those will be silenced, but unless I find that they were about to act in a way I find troubling, they will feel no pain. Your intrigues will end or I will silence every last member of the clergy until it is over. This will be your legacy. This is your doing. Think of those who you have just condemned and the damage you have done. There is no god’s will, but there is Master’s will.