The Ouroboros Ring: Ep. 1

Once in bed, Kendal Thornhill brought a slim volume of the latest bodice ripper and a small gas lamp with her to the bedchamber. Her small flat didn’t have a gas line, except for the bedroom. Yet, to get there, she had to use the small handlamp to navigate. Without money from Liam’s death, this was the best she could afford. As she moved, her eyes touched on the various wards throughout her flat to keep out the malevolent spirits that would try and disturb her slumber.

Or try and invade her dreams while she sleeps to take over her body.

Once she reached her bedchamber, her private sanctum, she let out a sigh and flicked on the light switch. She was thankful that she was able to afford an electric starter for the gas lights inside. Setting the book down on her nightstand, she did something she had done by rote since childhood—move to her knees to pray to a god she didn’t even believe in. Especially once her husband had died.

After a few moments of prayer, Kendal lifted her head. A slight touch of something stroked over her raven-black hair. The smiling visage of Liam looked down at her. Her dead husband. The soft green vaporous form of his spirit loomed over her. His eyes smiled at her with warmth and kindness. Even though he was a spirit, the warmth in his look was unmistakable.

“I miss you too, my love,” she whispered to him. Seeing her dead husband didn’t frighten her. It was a comfort, the soft touch of the spirit’s hands on her cheeks and chin, stroking her skin. She was dressed in nothing but a thin diaphanous gown. It had been six months since his death at the hands of a Tainted One. In a twist of fate, because of his death at the hands of the twisted creature, Liam’s spirit could touch her softly as a spirit. He’d been a very loving man while alive even before he was dead. Also, since he’d died by a Tainted One, his spirit was trapped in a limbo that many would consider a realm of ghosts.

Kendal had been trained for years a kind of spiritual psychopomp. But she did not want to help Liam across, not yet.

Even the ghostly touch of Liam’s spirit caused a longing in her. The real reason she didn’t want to help him cross over.

“There is a way we could be together,” Liam whispered in her head. Then the image of his twin brother appeared in her mind’s eye.

While Franklin was a twin to Liam in appearance, he was not in demeanor. The vile man made sure that Kendal only received the bare minimum of payment to survive once Liam died. The rest of the estate that Liam had bequeathed to his brother was slowly drained of its money to pay gambling debts and the brothels that Franklin loved to frequent and indulge in with great frequency.

She looked at him, not even trying to repress a shudder. “Is there any other way?”

He gave her a small frown. “Why?”

“He’s a pig.”

“My love, please.” Liam nodded, and an image of something that looked like a silver torque of a snake biting its own tail appeared in her mind.

“An Ouroboros device? Liam, I can’t afford—"

Liam disappeared. Settling back on her knees for a moment, she sighed. Alone again in her small single flat. Frustration started to build in her. Finishing her prayers to the Triad, the frustration grew as she settled onto the bed. Part of her wanted to try reading. She glanced at the bodice ripper she’d brought up. That would only make her longing for some physical touch grow. Sitting up on the bed, looking at the cover was enough to recall the last scene she’d read, making her tingling urge grow.

“Dammit,” she muttered. “Well then, I’ll have to do this myself.”

Opening her nightstand’s second drawer, she pulled out a long cylindrical phallus partially hidden under The Knight’s Passion, an even more lewd bodice ripper. The bronze sheen of the phallic dildo caught the soft warm gas light above the nightstand. The definitions of her device were very detailed; she and Liam had had a master artisan craft it to be a twin of Liam’s cock at his most turgid.

Liam had had to sit with a mold on his cock, waiting for it to set. Kendal had done her best to keep him rigid. The artisan, a woman, had asked if she could help. At first, Liam was more embarrassed than Kendal—until the artisan produced a small phallus that Liam was to sit on to stimulate his prostate. In the end, he was much more comfortable with the artisan snogging Kendal.

She almost said she wanted to see him take it, yet stayed silent and enjoyed the lips of the burly artisan craftswoman and the intense pleasure she offered. Soon enough, Kendal was licking at the craftwoman’s own slit and enjoyed the taste more than she thought.

A slight warmth waited when she took hold of the device, reacting to her own body warmth. It helped as a catalyst for the reaction of the toy-like device, warming up to a comparable body temperature. Kendal did have to pay extra for settings on the toy to make it cool down or even vibrate at different frequencies.

“The idea of using this before Liam passed . . .”

She let the words trail off as she touched the metal tip to her gown-covered breasts. She found her right nipple already firm, yet it hardened even more under the touch of the phallus. It was such a lewd thing to have such a device, and she was sure that simply using it was the real reason her body craved it more and more. Liam had been the one to help Kendal realize that she loved things that polite society of London would see as the height of impropriety and filth.

She didn’t care. She would never live as the repressed woman she’d been before she’d met Liam.

Lifting the nightgown up until it was well past her teardrop-shaped breasts, her eyes caught sight of her dark coral-colored nipples, and further down the small neatly trimmed dark bush atop her pussy. She touched the head of the bronze replica to her breasts again, a shiver of excitement causing a ripple of goose flesh all over her body. With a slow movement, she slowly dragged the thick bell-shaped helm of the dildo from her breasts down over her trimmed bush.

At that moment, the soft vibration of the phallus grew more powerful, making her let out a soft moan. The thick head of bronze detected her pheromones and started to vibrate at a different pitch. She tapped the flat opposite end of the bronze device, and the vibration grew stronger with each tap. Kendal slipped the bell-shaped head down to her slit, making contact with her little pearl of flesh, already emerged from its sheath.

Kendal saw stars as the phallus made contact. Her clit sent rapid electrical jolts of pleasure through the very core of her being. She let let out a gasp, then a cry of pleasure while the phallus stroked along her already sodden gash. With impatience, she slipped the head inside her and let out a long moan of pleasure.