"Things are not the way they used to be. Everything was much simpler back before I gained this power. There are things you should know." Willem gently grabbed the side of her neck as she seductively moved her hips on top of his crotch, moving his face closer to hers.

"If you are worried about me giving birth to a Magical Being, you should have thought about that when you impregnated your attendant." Eleanor left no room for rebuttal.

"That is not it... Even if you do get pregnant, I cannot guarantee I will be there to protect you and the baby. I have a promise I made to Archus, and I have a promise I made to myself. I must find the pendant that was stolen from me, no matter how far away it takes me." Willem ran his fingers through Eleanor's blonde hair, grabbing a fistful as she continued grinding on top of him.

"Can you just... Forget, about everything, just for a moment. Focus on me." Eleanor attempted to hike up her skirt and remove her cloth panties with one hand, while unfastening Willem's trousers with the other.

To Willem's surprise, she failed spectacularly at both, managing to both knee Willem in the crotch and hit her head off the desk behind him. Willem could not help but laugh loudly again, before removing his cloth trousers hastily.

Eleanor stared at Willem's semi-erect penis, her face now close enough to breath on it. Willem reacted by magically forcing blood into his penis, making it as erect as it could possibly get. Eleanor moved her head back in surprise as the size increased before her eyes.

Hesitantly, she grabbed his penis with her left hand as she tucked her feet under her tight buttocks.

"So, this is Willem's... Thing." Eleanor gulped as she slowly began to move her hand up and down. "I have only really read about them in the books that the girls in my dormitory pass around."

"Then, let me educate you." Willem advised her of what felt good to him, and while she practiced working those spots, he shifted his body in order to reciprocate.

Placing his head between her legs and his back to the floor, Willem performed cunnilingus while channeling warmth magic to the tip of his tongue.

"Eh? Wait, this is... It is... Too much..." Eleanor was unaccustomed to the pleasure, having devoted herself from a young age completely to Willem even before she knew what that meant, thus having no actual sexual experience.

Willem did not stop, and continued to trace gently along her labia as if performing calligraphy, every stroke from his tongue deliberate and focused.

"I cannot, something... Something is coming..." Eleanor's legs gave way as she experienced an orgasm for the first time, landing directly on Willem's face.

Her legs began to shake uncontrollably and her focus blurred as she closed her eyes. Instead of stopping, Willem continued to move his tongue to prolong the orgasm for as long as possible.

After thirty seconds had passed, Willem lifted a hand from his waist and smacked Eleanor on her rear with a little force.

Eleanor jolted forward from the sudden shock, her buttock slowly showing a shade of red. Willem breathed in deeply to show why he had did that.

"I am so sorry, Willem. It was just the first time I had ever felt like that..." Eleanor looked down shamefully, her hands covering her face.

"I am not mad, do you want to continue? Where did all that confidence go?" Willem smirked slyly as he pointed to his still erect penis. "If you want to continue, you will have to use your saliva. Lick from bottom to top, and focus on the tip."

Eleanor moved her hands away from her face and placed them on the floor, as she used them to stabilize herself. Her legs still shook violently from aftershock as she lowered her mouth over Willem's penis.

"Just like that, good job." Willem parted Eleanor's hair and grabbed the back of her head to control the pace at which she sucked.

After another few minutes had passed, both Willem and Eleanor were ready to continue. Willem laid Eleanor on her back and placed a few pillows beneath her, slightly elevating her pelvis for an easier insertion.

"Ready?" Willem looked into Eleanor's big, beautiful eyes.

"I have always been ready, for this." Eleanor placed one hand on the back of Willem's head and the other on his back as he slowly lowered his hips.

The initial insertion hurt just like she had always been told it would, but it was quickly masked by an overwhelmingly warm sensation.

Soon enough, Willem was thrusting in and out of Eleanor as she moaned loudly. Eleanor held onto Willem as tight as she could while he rode her roughly.

"Finally, we are one." Eleanor let a single tear slip down her face before wiping it away with her hand.

Willem looked into her heart, as her emotions engulfed his spirit. In an almost trance like state, Willem continued to thrust roughly until he eventually orgasmed inside her. Upon completion, his head fell onto Eleanor's supple breasts.

"Willem? WILLEM?" Eleanor lifted Willem's head from her bosom, but his focus was gone and his irises were glazed over.

Deep within Willem's mind.

"Is this what you do then? Is your desire to procreate so strong it clouds your judgment, you nearly got taken over by a simple woman?" A deep booming voice seemingly came from nowhere, chastising Willem.

"Is this what you do, Jörmungandr? Have you nothing better to do than watch others procreate?" Willem yelled at the top of his lungs into the black.

"I came to see what my favorite Magical Being had been up to since the last time I had seen him, and it turns out he's mating with a pathetic Human." Jörmungandr scoffed at Willem's remark. "I projected my soul into your body, and it turns out you have not even formed your first soul yet. Was I mistaken in believing you had potential?"

"I have been focused on my war efforts, and I spoke with the Stinging Blood Tortoise, to which he told me I may have the potential to ascend. Is that enough potential for you?" Willem was tired of the derision coming from Jörmungandr.

"The Stinging Blood Tortoise, if not for me granting him a portion of my own strength, would he even still be alive now? He is even too foolish to understand the elves he allows to live inside him are slowly poisoning him with that fog." Jörmungandr appeared, but not as his previous form.

In his current soul form, he was a human with sharp snake-like eyes and long brown hair, a black robe draped around his slender body.

"Why did you not tell him the elves are poisoning him? He suffers greatly because of that fog!" Willem felt something deep within him, but he could not bring himself to be angry. His emotions were quickly suppressed in the presence of the serpent-man.

"He deserves to suffer! His quest for ascension made him abandon his mate, his children. The Gods gave him a gift and he squandered it, he must atone for his own weakness through suffering. I am but a conduit for that punishment." Jörmungandr proudly displayed a row or razor sharp teeth, forming a broken smile.

"His punishment is almost over then. I will wipe out anyone who opposes me, and from their ashes I will make his domain prosper. Perhaps because you have never had a mate, you do not understand how he has been suffering since the moment she was gone." Willem was reminded of the Stinging Blood Tortoise's words about how the Phoenix was alone and jealous, and presumed the Serpent was the same.

Jörmungandr laughed deeply, with a hint of malice.

"See, this is why I like you. You at least have the ability to entertain me, if nothing else. I have seized your body, in case you are wondering. To the outside world your body is in stasis. I will not give you control back until you form your first soul." Jörmungandr closed his serpent eyes and disappeared into the black once more.

Willem, no longer face to face with the serpent, laid down on his back and spread his arms and legs as far as he could. From the tips of his fingers to his toes, he attempted to gather as much magical energy as he could in order to begin soul-forming.

However, no matter how much he focused, only a small thread of magical energy found it's way into his body, and slowly dissipated before he could store it. His senses screamed that there was something dangerous surrounding him when gathering the magical energy, but he could not perceive it.

"What have you done!" Willem was met with only silence as he posed his question.

Frustrated, Willem sat up and crossed his legs, his hands gently resting against his chest in a runic pattern.

"Gather." Willem whispered as his fingers began to glow. Several small threads of magical energy gathered to his fingers, and he successfully stored them within his fake body.

Despite his initial success, he realized that he had no concept of how long this endeavor was taking, or even if it will succeed if he gathered the excessive magical energy it took to form a soul.

Willem changed his fingers into another runic pattern.

"Precision." Willem whispered again as his fingers glowed, pulling a singular long thread that was several times larger than the previous ones.

After some time, the magical energy Willem had gathered was equal to five percent of what he roughly understood was needed for soul-forming.

"What am I doing wrong..." Willem did his best to recall the runic patterns he could do with his fingers.

"Is this what your knowledge amounts to?" Jörmungandr once again appeared in front of Willem, with the same appearance as earlier.

"What do you want from me?" Willem looked down at the magical energy he had managed to gather and felt inept.

"I want you to succeed, Willem. The Stinging Blood Tortoise sees it. I see it. You do not." Jörmungandr flicked his tongue as a serpent would, slurring his words ever so slightly.

"Then show me." Willem sat up and stared into Jörmungandr's eyes.

Jörmungandr sighed gently and sat before Willem. With a single hand, he broke and distorted his finger joints, bending them unnaturally to form a unique runic pattern.

"What runic pattern is that?" Willem had never seen such a pattern before.

"This is an advanced version of Gather. It is called 'Hoard'." Willem did as Jörmungandr had, breaking his fingers and copying the runic pattern. The process was extremely painful.

"Now, the second runic pattern." Jörmungandr again broke his fingers and created another runic pattern with them. "This is the advanced form of Precision. It is called 'Awareness'."

Willem broke his fingers and copied the runic pattern, engraving them into his mind.

"Precision is the beginning, Awareness is next, and there is a final stage after that. It is too early for you to learn of these other highly advanced techniques. Your body could not handle the magical energy, you would most likely explode." Jörmungandr snickered to himself. "Now, feel the flow of magical energy, deep from within your own self. An infinite whirlpool of energy that cannot be quelled."

Willem's senses heightened drastically with 'Awareness', showing him the flow of magical energy surging through his subconscious mind. 'Hoard' forced the magical energy to bend to his will and crash through him, filling his body with more energy than necessary to soul-form. Willem understood that this wave of magical energy was what he sensed earlier.

Jörmungandr nodded his head in approval as Willem quickly understood the power of the runic patterns he had just learned.

A quick look of fear raced over Willem's face until he could properly control the 'Hoard' pattern.

"Remember, Precision is the antithesis of Gather. Gather is good in the outside world, where magical energy is abundant, but Precision is the only way you can truly rely on your own strength." Jörmungandr clicked his tongue, while looking at Willem.

Willem had already begun soul-forming when he had gathered the necessary magical energy. The magical energy from his own body was much thicker and richer than the abundant magical energy outside. With little effort, the soul began to take the form of a woman.

Willem furrowed his brows as the soul began to fill out, taking a more distinguished form. The woman had beautiful blue pupils but black irises and shimmering blue lips. Her figure was lean and without any fat, her rib cage poking out of a slender black and blue gown.

"Arania..." Willem's soul had taken the form of the demoness that had once been inside him.