Summary: Aether helps Ei with cooking.

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Story

I: Advice

“But…Yae…are you…”

Aether tried to say, but the kitsune pushed her finger up to his lips and shushed him.

“Traveler.”

Yae Miko let Aether’s unofficial title roll off her tongue in a languid pace. The shrine maiden truly did enjoy swinging the weight of her authority and having people hang on each one of her words, but she had belabored the point enough. As, the pink-haired kitsune had other things to look forward to aside from teasing Inazuma’s dashing hero.

“You must stop obstructing yourself.”

A soft, yet supercilious, smile terminated the suggestion that the kitsune proffered. To the man who had played a pivotal role in bringing an end to the Raiden Shogun’s despotic control of Inazuma. Of course, not by means of defeating her. That poor man simply wouldn’t have been able to lift a finger against the Raiden Shogun without dear Yae Miko’s help. Rather, it was by getting the kitsune’s long-time friend to listen to reason.

That it was acceptable to lose things in life. That part of the stability of life comes from a variety of minor changes. That even when that is not necessary, an errant or precise change could be a step forward. Yes, with Yae Miko’s assistance, the Traveler turned out to be quite persuasive. Albeit a bit tactless and weaker than what the head shrine maiden had imagined. It was fortunate that the sly fox stepped in when she did.

“After all,…the worst thing that she can say is no.”

Yae Miko reiterated, in what she hoped was simpler and clearer vernacular. As, presently, Aether had come to request assistance from the Guuji Yae once more. However, it was not for something trivial like combat or business ventures. Oh no…the cute man had wised up to the mischief that the kitsune was so fond of. In fact, Aether was certain that coming to her for advice was a sure invitation for more trouble. It was just that he was at the end of his ropes. As the Traveler had been grappling with feelings that budded within him for a while. Since Ei and him went on an outing. It was during this date that the Raiden Shogun was able to experience the world that locked herself away from. During her prolonged stay in the Plane of Euthymia. It was an outing that Ei had to come to terms with her own imperfections, grow, and even came to terms with the departure of her twin sister. Makoto. Aether may have felt like he was privy to a moment that should have been private, but the Electro Archon had reassured him that she was happy to have him there.

It was after this affirmation, this invitation of increased personal intimacy, that Aether stopped seeing the Raiden Shogun as just a well-intentioned and misunderstood Archon. Instead, he saw her as someone who he felt connected to at a deeper level. A bond that the Traveler only felt as strongly about as with his twin sister Lumine.

“Thanks…Yae Miko, I can see the logic in decreasing the distance between Ei and I by asking her to spar with me. It would be forward, but not too direct that she might reel back.”

Aether cupped his chin as he took a moment to slowly nod. As if he were trying to convince himself of what he just said. The Traveler, usually accompanied by Paimon, had went to meet with Yae Miko alone. As he could find no other source better than her, when it came to the topic of how to gain the Raiden Shogun’s affection.

“Of course. Pardon me in saying this, but, under the right circumstances, the two of you can be quite unabashed. I’m sure that if you just went and were honest with your feelings, then that will all be said and done.”

Yae Miko sighed. When the kitsune first noticed the hints of Aether’s infatuation, she had been idly waiting for the hero to pop the question to the Archon. The shrine maiden just never thought he would be so roundabout in getting to the juicy part.

I guess that I can just have someone else write a story to entertain myself. One where a hero and ruler confess to each other and engage in slice-of-life rom-com antics. At least until these two sloths finally realize how much the two of them cared for each other.

Aether, with a nervous pep to his step, and most assuredly an anxious skip of his heartbeat, was already making his way down the long winding path of the mountain. He carried himself with the energy not of a dashing hero, but of a juvenile high school boy who didn’t know the difference from when a girl was not fond of him, and when there were simply some internal matters of complexities that simply didn’t pertain to him.

“No worries, Yae Miko! I’ll be sure to ask out Ei when the time’s right.”

Aether forced a bright smile. The man nearly knocked himself into a Sakura tree before stepping to the side. His blonde hair vanishing past the ledge of the cliff as he descended the stone staircase.

Hmm~ I wonder if Aether realizes that relationships and intimacy with Archons are not so simple. In fact, it might even follow a different vein of sense.

I should tease Ei about this tomorrow.

Yae Miko, despite how much she wanted to tail the Traveler in person, had other matters to attend to as the head shrine maiden of Inazuma. At most all she could do was look from afar. Although even then the kitsune could only speculate the thoughts that were running through Aether and Ei’s craniums.

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Meanwhile, contrary to how his body quivered with goosebumps all over his body, Aether couldn’t help but be optimistic.

This is going to go great!

II: An Empty Fight

Buuaurrp

Ei tried to stifle the impending volley of gastric bubbles that ricocheted up the entrance of her alimentary tract. Yet, the purple-haired woman’s focus was not sufficient to counter the product of the Traveler’s vivacious struggles. His melee of fists and kicks within the boiling vat of the Raiden Shogun’s stomach folds forced a bolus of gas to spill out of her lips. Aside from that outburst, his actions only served to further season and soak him in her enzymatic chyme and hydrochloric acid.

Haah~ Wonderful Aether. I’m truly grateful for this beautiful moment of camaraderie.

Ei wanted to press her palms against the surface of the distended stomach. To feel the efforts of her warm…so pleasantly warm…friend through her skin and everything else covering her digestive system. The vitality brimmed with a heat that conferred energy and eagerness to the Raiden Shogun.

It was an aptitude that brought the Traveler to Ei during a moment of great consternation.

Sglorsh

It had started out as a tickle, then a tingle, which was eventually followed by rolling heat of electricity that coursed through the circuit that ran adjacent to the Raiden Shogun’s sanguineous vessels. Electric jolts that pricked the endings of Ei’s nerves during her silent moment of meditation.

The purple-haired woman’s body was elevated above the ground.

The Electro Archon’s mastery of the Electro element made such a feat both possible and effortless. Ei’s hands rested on the curve of her knees. Joints that occasionally locked up, not from the woman holding the same position for an extended period, but from the ebb and flow of gastric stimulation. Her right leg, crossed over to meet with the back of her left calf muscle, pressed down on the cause of her disturbance. Thereby forming a wrinkled depression over the transverse midline of her swollen paunch.

The fine contours of moving bulges were impeded by the stalwart musculature of the Raiden Shogun’s legs. The length of the right one veiling the stretched-out navel. A result of Aether’s current entrapment within the Electro Archon’s digestive system. The jostling and wobbling that he incited, after being packaged deep within Ei’s wet and rippled insides, were contained within the cage formed by her legs. Thus, this peculiar union of Archon and Traveler resulted in the purple-haired woman’s exposed flesh to spill out in a wobbling jut. For the neurons in her legs, belly, and even her backside that the grossly large swell rubbed against, to be excited with a balmy pleasure.

With each infrequent and unusually deep inspiration that Ei took, her sternum straining due to the electric waves from the feeling of a prey getting smaller…

…oh so smaller…

…she would have to restrain a husky gasp. A sigh of appreciation for the task that the Traveler was granted. To spar and fill the needs of a woman who didn’t necessarily want the dutiful meal to get smaller, but to serve its purpose in filling her.

Buruglorsh

Filling her with the stuffed capacity and haze that had afflicted many of her citizenry, but not her. A phenomenon that the Raiden Shogun surmised was the missing link for the change she desired to see in herself.

Aether, you are struggling so valiantly. I’m truly exultant that you had come to see me today during my time of need. Your yells might be a little too much stimulation, especially in conjunction with your…attention to my stomach walls.

The sinuous strands of mitochondrial-dense fibers in Ei’s hands tensed as she paused in her thoughts. For she was about to compare Aether’s physical efforts to that of a furtive massage. However, she stopped herself out of courtesy to the Traveler. To not make less of his physicality. Even though her beefy stomach folds did so without abandon.

Regardless, I won’t tell you to stop in consideration of easing my time meditating. No, it falls on my lap…

Ei’s legs, without thought or even notice from herself, tensed, and wrapped around the slowly softening opulence. The purple-haired woman’s legs brought the heated flesh bag full of acid and roiling flesh closer to her comforting lap. A pillow that many men in Inazuma would have killed for. Instead, it was an act that had a more devastating effect on the soaked package of living protein within. One that brought him closer to the terminus of his mortal coil and closer to traversing the coiling path of the Raiden Shogun’s intestines.

…to be able to concentrate while you provide your best attempt to best me. After all, with how much you are pushing your own physical limits, why should I let myself relax in my mental efforts!

With that internal declaration, Ei refocused her respirations and searched within. She felt the ebb and flow of the vitality within. As the strained waves of her inner stomach lumen cupped each of the Traveler’s fine features. She recognized how her rugated insides pilfered the vivacious energy of the prey within. Melting and sapping the sustenance from the blonde-haired man’s form. Ei closed her eyes and tried to find the hidden truth within the void. An answer that so easily came to everyone else but seemed to escape her.

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SGLORSH

In contrast, Aether was not gifted with a pleasant surprise by his visit to the Raiden Shogun. The clothes, that were soaked with drool from the efficient strokes of Ei’s tongue and passage through her dilated throat, had been torn from the tumultuous froth of bubbling liquid fire and searing fumes. A toxic environment of death that the Traveler had to contend with as his bare body had lost its only layer of protection.

The worst thing…she could say…is no!

Aether nearly fumed as hotly as the deathly pungent fog, that emanated from the acerbic sludge, while recalling Yae’s false words. A chyme that increased in thickness with each stormy gust-like breath, thunderous heartbeat, and electrifying clench of the Electro Archon’s stomach. The Traveler had tried to fight against the wavy, pulsating textures. However, his body was caught between two hard places. Not quite literally. As the literal was worse. The gastric casing wrapped around the blonde-haired man’s form from every aspect. Walls, that glowed the same purple color as the cumulonimbus clouds in Seirai Islands.

Aether could see purple liquid ooze out in this haunting, throbbing cavern. The translucent enzymes refracted the purple shades into an overwhelming hue that tinted the Traveler’s vision. It was a phenomenon created by the natural affinity that the Electro Archon held within her body. A byproduct of training both her mind and body for hundreds of years. Each toxic contraction secreted superconducting liquid, sapped away the blonde-haired man’s energy, and recharged the mitochondrial centers of the Raiden Shogun’s own gastric chief cells. It was so overpowering, the Archon’s divine stomach, that his struggles, that the purple-haired woman perceived as Aether’s autonomous power, was the result of the dense electric charge that the stomach shocked him with. Each time the digestive prison clenched, the Traveler could feel his elemental powers undone, unwound, and the powers absorbed to be incorporated in the digestive engine of Ei’s gastrointestinal system.

If the circumstances weren’t so threatening, then Aether might have pondered whether Ei’s constructed body, to house both an artificial intelligence facsimile and her own intelligence, was more organic or mechanical. Such a cogitation would have been a futile endeavor. Even the thoughts that ran through the Traveler’s head now mattered little within the vat of sulfuric battery acid.

As he was thinking about how seemingly benign actions led to him being consumed by the person that he was planning on confessing to.

BURUGLORSH

As the licks of sparked acid became weightier with each tide. His dissolving mass added to the flow of the thickening chyme. Until the red wounds became as violaceous as the walls crushing down on them. Burning and searing the flesh, prolonging Aether’s life, and pain as he tried and failed to endure the internal sparring with not the Electro Archon, but just the errant strength of the wrinkles that composed her chunky digestive folds.

III: Whole by Food

Typically, Ei would only confide in a certain troubling matter with a close friend…Yae Miko.

However, the Electro Archon was aware of the whimsical trials and unnecessary tribulations that the head shrine maiden would put her through.

That Yae Miko had, in fact, put Ei through in the past.

Although, the purple-haired woman could hardly fault the kitsune in teasing her. As Ei’s request was truly an unnecessary triviality, but each time that the topic of the Raiden Shogun’s cooking skills cropped up…it simply troubled her to no end. As she couldn’t cook for the life of her or others.

Thus, when the kind-hearted Aether had come to ask the troubled Ei for a sparring match, while she was under a bad spell of a mood, she had initially refused. It was a response that the Electro Archon soon find herself regretting having given to the Traveler. For she noticed how the blonde-haired man’s joints seemed to lock up, and his muscles tensed. The timbre of his voice cracked as if he were suddenly plagued with a sudden hormonal spike in a nascently developing body. Ei, now critical of her own thoughtless answer, surmised that a grown man suddenly going through puberty wasn’t the case she was observing.

Aether, for whatever reason, had also attached some emotional significance to a conventionally insignificant act.

Just like Ei who was currently meditating on how to improve her cooking skills.

Thus, the Raiden Shogun stopped the Traveler from leaving her domain. It took a couple moments of the two quietly looking at each other before either did anything.

Aether was befuddled at the Electro Archon’s request for his audience after being rejected. Hopeful thoughts of Ei taking a more direct approach flooded his mind. He felt his heart throb painfully against his chest. With such strength and disregard for its own condition, that the Traveler felt increasingly anxious from its loud pounding. He was sure that the next words that came out of his mouth would be a muddled mess.

Meanwhile, Ei was thinking of how to spar with Aether while meditating on culinary matters. She never did realize what the blonde-haired man was insinuating with his request.

Regardless, the simple answer came first. To simply have her robotic proxy fight for her, while her consciousness sunk back within her mental space, the Plane of Euthymia, to think of methods to improve on cooking. However, she rejected such an idea. As she concluded that using an artificial intelligence facsimile would just be disingenuous to the Traveler’s wishes. The Raiden Shogun had already experienced that in spades each time she tried to broach Yae Miko about cooking.
It always ended up with Ei’s mischievous and arrogant friend cooking for her in the end. As a mean of atonement for having a good time of, and with, the Raiden Shogun. It was received as such by the Electro archon, albeit with some veiled bitterness.

No, she couldn’t bear for such a diligent man to go through something similar.

Gorooaan

It was this intense cerebral affair that Ei felt her reserves of glucose deplete. The Raiden Shogun’s eyebrows twitched as she recalled how Yae Miko mentioned how ravenous the poor cook was. That she could probably stuff an entire Fontaine Melusine or two down her gut. It was a temperamental day for the two. However, that staid story served as inspiration. For the solution to Aether and her problems.

No…I shouldn’t…but the Traveler isn’t so weak. He also gets into trouble often. In fact, Aether would probably be more than willing to do so. Furthermore, it would most efficiently address both of our current wants.

If the Raiden Shogun was the type of person that would accept a less optimal outcome, and wasn’t prone to seeing situations in a vacuum, then maybe this wouldn’t have been a conclusion that she reached. However, she did. Thus, Aether’s fate was sealed.

The pensive moment of awkward silence ended between the two. Truncated by Ei telling Aether about her worries. That she wasn’t certain on how to become a good cook. Despite having tried everything under the Inazuma sun. That perhaps it was because she didn’t have the same experiences as her subjects when it came to feelings of satiety, and she needed to broaden her perspective more. This openness was simultaneously a relief and an upset for the Traveler. As he was expecting something more romantic.

I guess that she wants to ask me for lessons. Actually…that might be even better than a spar.

Aether nodded and listened. As the one that he felt affection for smiled sweetly. The Electro Archon misunderstood this as a subtle approval of what she was insinuating. Thus, the purple-haired woman pressed her hands firmly against his shoulders.

“Thank you, Aether, I believe that I have concocted a plan that would answer both of our requests.”

Ei said before parting her mouth.

Really! It…it’s already happening! Our first kiss!

In increasing regression of his caution and wariness, the Traveler had mistakenly thought that Ei was bringing him in for a contact of lips. At the very least, one may credit the infatuated fool as he realized, a moment too late, that such an action was uncharacteristic even for Ei. The beautiful woman had secluded herself from most of society for centuries. Except she kept a working fund of knowledge when it came to social boundaries and always erred on the side of caution when it came to intimacy. Why would she suddenly kiss another!?

One would think, that as her lips widened even further and thick strands of drool laced over Aether’s head, that Ei would be hesitant to even devour the person that she valued as a hero. Not just to her, but to Inazuma as well. He was someone she owed a great debt of gratitude. It was a matter of logic and honoring another individual’s wish to face against her might. It was a conclusion that came from Ei, who misunderstood the severity of what Aether was asking by the sparring match. This false assumption was made by someone that compartmentalized each interaction, thing, place, and person according to an easy-to-understand section.

The Electro Archon did so to contemplate on scenarios conjured in her head during meditative levitation. Yes, her inclination for introspection it was a hard habit to break. It also made it such that she did not hesitate to push the blonde man past the vibrating entrance of her throat. As the more Ei rationalized, the more that she became convinced of her own opinion.

Gluck

The slope of her neck bulged outward. A contour that could easily be discerned as the Traveler’s visage was prominent on the skin of her neck…

Gluck

…before sunk past Ei’s collarbone. The Traveler, was at a lost of what was happening as he was discarded into the entrance of her stomach —

Gluck

But he barely had time to fight back by the time that Ei had stuffed his shoulders, arms, and upper torso into her sopping maw.

Gluck

What he was able to do in this perilous situation fueled the Raiden Shogun’s belief that he was accepting of these conditions.

Gluck

That the kicks of his legs against her front, were because he was having his spar as he wished. A spar to escape the digestive hold of Ei’s stomach.

Gluck

One that was well under way as his rear-end landed on the rolled-out flooring of Ei’s tongue.

Gluck

The swell of the Electro Archon’s neck ballooned out during this portion of her meal.

A meal that she did not interpret as a recognized lover into her insides, but a platonic friend who she perhaps thought too highly of. Furthermore, Aether was someone that she might have compared to herself too closely. As Ei was the type of person who would, after given due thought, leap into a stomach to test her limits. The difference being that there were very few individuals who had the might to keep the Raiden Shogun down. Aether had practically no chance.

Sluuurrrp

As evidenced by how easily Ei sucked in the blonde man’s writhing legs. The amplitude of the tensing bundles of muscle decreased in their swing as they smoothly slid into the narrowing expanse of the Electro Archon’s neck. Yes, Aether had no choice but to also give the Raiden Shogun the experience a glucose-stuffed meal.

A serving size packed with enough calories and energy to numb her mind and invite laxity to her muscles. Much like the citizens of Inazuma after a festival. A food coma. It was deemed necessary by the purple-haired woman. To become familiar with the art of what makes food so good, and how to make good food. As the best inspiration for cooks was a unique meal. At least that is what Ei surmised was necessary. Such a thought was not necessarily wrong, but that alone was probably not sufficient. Alas that thought did not lend itself to the Electro Archon, as her lips returned to a closing press. The plump pillows squished the prey’s feet into her mouth, and into the rolling grasp of her tongue. The damp organ arced back and slipped the final parts of the Traveler down into the caress of the Raiden Shogun’s esophagus and its natural peristalsis.

Gluck

The plane of Ei’s neck returned to a normal shape as the opulence of her middle ballooned out in front of her.

“Perfect. A clean room. No one around…hmm~ Of course…a grand meal to digest. I hope that you don’t have any regrets Traveler. I won’t. Regardless of what happens. I did learn from our outing this year that parting, and change are things that humans must accept.”

Ei said while giving several firm pats to the bloated top side of her wobbling abdomen. Her words and action spurred the Traveler to action, but his movements meant little as the Electro Archon’s digestive system was actively sapping and assimilating every tangible and intangible aspect of the Traveler. A trait unique to the Electro Archon who had transcended the physical body.

“Even if you digest, we can think it of a special form of bond.”

Ei said as she felt her stomach vibrate and clench. Powerful shocks traveled through distended skin as the blonde man let out a volley of blows and stomach kneaded and pummeled back at him. The Electro Archon pressed down with her hands and felt his motions stall. Thus, Aether’s movements were interrupted long enough for Ei to levitate her legs off the floor and wrap them around the bloated belly. The purple-haired woman did so as she staved off the fatigue-induced satiety.

All so that she could try and glean the art of cooking from her intense meal.

“As a fellow twin who lost her other half, I think that it’s only fitting that I’m the one to digest you. So don’t relax. Fight, just like you wanted to. I only want to fulfill your wish, as I’m sure you want to fulfill mine as well. If you escape, then all will be well…”

Ei pressed her hands down on her knees and focused. She regulated the rate of her breathing before she dove into quiet meditation.

“If not, then I’ll welcome your loving additions to my body with open arms. For an eternity on the vast plane of my body. One that will be both eternal and ever shifting. Your mass and energy flowing though my body. As powerful weight and energy.”

After those final words, Ei stopped talking. As she felt the first bleeding of sustenance into the crevices of her stomach. Thus, the Electro Archon focused on the newly discovered sensorium that such an experience ushered. In hopes for the illuminating inspiration that will let her grow as a person. Regardless, the layers of fat and muscle on the Raiden Shogun’s body would surely grow even if the Traveler’s life was used up in vain.

IV: A Romance FATed to End

These were the thoughts that swirled around in Aether’s slowing mind. As his brain was slowly cooked within the natural pressure cooker of Ei’s stomach.

Hours passed. The Traveler’s ruddy wounds oozed blood, meaty clumps, and organ that dribbled out as paste. The violaceous burns, of a digestive system that slowly oxidized and reduced his body over time, acted as a leak for whatever strength that Aether could gather. Currents of Electro energy that flowed freely through the acid whittled away at the shrinking husk’s health. This powerful stomach compressed Aether’s form like a supercharged hydraulic press. It squeezed his body smaller as the Raiden Shogun felt like she was reaching some unknowable truth.

The molten heat, deathly odor, and unmatched pressure had softened the firm outline of the blonde man into a malleable clay of red charred meat that was dripping wet with fatty oils. The minerals of his bones were released into the flood of digestive acids that were already flowing freely into Ei’s digestive system.

Electrons flowed freely in the bubbling froth as the stomach walls stirred up the dissolving mush of Aether’s frame. Ions and the much larger cells coalesced and bundled up into a thick bog of digestive solution. One that became dense enough to pull and suck Aether’s barely functioning form down like a murky funnel. One with a magnetic pull that ground down the brittle bones and dispersed the chunks of flesh and stringy muscles into long and leans slabs of protein and lipids. Calories, interspersed with energy packed glucose, that once filled the basis of Aether’s body and consciousness.

The electricity contained within the cellular barriers of Aether’s neuronal tracts, white and gray matter, were the last structures to lose their homeostasis to the chaos that was Ei’s glutted digestive system.

Last…time…I…ask…Yae…

It may have been a declaration, but it was more like a statement. As Aether was not in a position to ask for anything. The structure of his body broke down into a dense slop of greasy protein paste that was gradually homogenized into the swirling solution of stringent chyme broth. A solution that was steadily being pumped to bloat and distend the intestines of an Electro Archon who had decided to use her dear friend in such an open an unabashed gesture. A very selfish one indeed. However, who could fault the Raiden Shogun who took the hero’s offer at face value. That he had supposedly overestimated his strength once more in the face of her body. A figure that would grow fuller and thicker. As the paste sloshed and tumbled its liquid and dissolved solid components through the ribbed passageway of Ei’s inner halls. The attending villi were diligent in ushering the sustenance as new guests into the Electro Archon’s inner sanctum. Each one of her cells in the nearby and most exhausted tissues expanded with the nutrition. A deliberate and rehearsed process of the divine being’s digestive system. One that occurred without even a modicum of thought from her.

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Rather, the thoughts that did blossom within Ei’s head were a touch bit carnal. The edges of the Electro Archon’s lips turned down and twisted. Such that a slight frown emerged in the middle of a visage that was painted a red hue. Her eyes focused and unfocused. A haze glazed over the purple-haired woman’s mind as she the once firm paunch had smoothed out. The heavy weight had softened and now spilled into the contours of her legs with much more freedom. Like a giant bag of dough that splayed against the emergently sensitive skin of the Electro Archon. Lightning shot through her veins, and it was not the type that she was used to.

The unexpected euphoria, of undeterred nourishment unremittingly flowing and diffusing through the reserved Inazuma ruler’s body was enough to spark and activate the Eye of Stormy Judgement behind her. The ring of Electro energy glowed. Stacks of resolve piled up and formed bulges along the ring. To signify the essence of Aether flowing through her being. The abdomen, now soft and creamy to touch, was tightly hugged by Ei’s legs. The sagging midriff trembled and shook as it released a violent series of clenches.

The Electro Archon felt the weight of Aether’s life sink down within her core. The energy that constituted her being, much akin to a soul, sucked up the intangible essence of Aether and assimilated those aspects of him entirely. Hiding them away into little compartments for Ei to mentally toy with later during her next moment of meditation. For when she entered the Plane of Euthymia next time. It would be like the concept of time did not exist. Memories in the past would exist as if they were in the present. That is what it meant to reach a level of divinity and omnipotence that the Archon had.

Ahh~ Aether…

Ei lowered herself back down to the ground and pressed her hands underneath the heft of her middle. She felt the bloated insides of her intestines groan. The meaty casing currently shuttling the last physical parts of the blonde-haired man. The rejected refuse that Raiden Shogun had deigned not to absorb.

You feel so soft to touch, almost as much as how you made my mind nearly melt during my period of introspection.

Ei tenderly rubbed the pliable swell. As she knew that by the next day the immense plane of flesh would have receded. The additions that the Traveler made would be condensed. Then some would be packed into the curve of her chest and hips, while the rest would be tightly wound with her own muscular framework. Strengthening the muscle fibers by interlacing with the long and lean fibers.

You know…I think that I now have an idea for a dish. Oh~ Yae will just love it!

Ei gave an open-mouthed sigh. One that was so dense with a licentious mist that it would have fogged up another’s glasses if sprayed in front of them.

“I should invite her over for dinner. I’m sure that I can find the right ingredients for the two of us.”

The natural smoothness of the Electro Archon’s voice became less constant. Her elegant tones that vacillated slightly above and below a single tone, dipped far lower. The vocal cords in her neck emitted a sensually throaty husk. One that was punctuated with a glide of Ei’s tongue over her lips. Although, such idle expression was soon corrected by the Inazuma leader. As she brought her fingers up to her lips and attended to them with meticulous and precise dabs with her finger pads. To make sure that her appearance was not unkempt. As it would make forming new bonds and developing intimacy with others needlessly complex.

After all, not everyone was as straightforward as Aether.

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