Soulstorm: Uh, Litvir, are you busy?
Souldrainer: Oh, hello! You do not normally message me here.
Soulstorm: I’m an outcast Beh’en that fucked up running a sect, of course I’m not going to message people.
Soulstorm: I got a problem though and I need to talk to you privately and you have private messages turned off so I need to grab your attention in this chat first.
Soulsoother: ooooooooooooh some1s got a proooooblem!
Soulsoother: is soulstorm in troooouble?
Souldrainer: Stop it, Eksi.
Soulsoother: no I wanna hear the stuff
Soulsoother: dead chat is dead anyway
Soulblade: Why have I only just noticed that I am in a group called “Decayons with the word Soul in their codename”?
Soulsoother: soulstorm gotta have some gossip since hes a silly lost behen
Soulsoother: hes in trouble
Soulsoother: or he wants pussy again
Souldrainer has muted Soulsoother for 20 hours
Souldrainer: Apologies, Thyel. I shall message you privately in a moment, I am in the middle of something currently.
Soulstorm: I appreciate it, Litvir.
…
Thyel glanced up from his communicator. He was currently sitting in his private, hidden base, in the large, luxurious bedroom. But Thyel wasn’t in bed. He was sitting in his rocking chair in the corner, watching the being happily dozing in his bed with great intent. The last month or so, Thyel had been doing a lot of research and running around, but he now had problems he couldn’t solve and questions he couldn’t answer. Mostly because of the being that Thyel had saved right at the end of the previous year-string, the being who was now a massive part of Thyel’s life.
His communicator beeped, informing Thyel that he had received a message. He quickly checked it, hoping the sender could help him.
…
Souldrainer: Hello, Thyel, are you well?
Soulstorm: I’m not doing great, if I’m honest.
Souldrainer: Oh, I am sorry to hear that. How can I help?
Soulstorm: Well…
Soulstorm: You remember when I came to Vick’s bar with that Beh’ena?
Souldrainer: Was her name Retvik?
Soulstorm: Well, she says she prefers being called Vret.
Souldrainer: Ah. I take it you need assistance with her? Is she still injured?
Soulstorm: She’s healed up. She’s doing well. She… she loves me. And…
Soulstorm: She wants to make a Warmth with me.
Soulstorm: But I’m concerned I’m going to disappoint her. In a myriad of ways.
Souldrainer: That is unlikely.
Soulstorm: No, it’s really likely.
Soulstorm: I mean, I’m a failed Warm Guard, I’m a failed sect leader and I’m a failure genetically.
Souldrainer: I do not think you are a failed Warm Guard. You guarded a Warmth long after it had died of… whatever Warmths naturally die of.
Soulstorm: It still died, meaning I’m still a failure.
Souldrainer: That is very circular logic. That means Itaviir is a failed Warm Guard and so is Phos.
Soulstorm: Phos… You mean Lightblade?
Souldrainer: Yes. He was a Warm Guard. And he has sired a lot of Beh’evok.
Soulstorm: True, but he’s like the perfect Beh’en specimen. I think a plurality of Beh’ens are descended from him. And I think a LOT of psionic Beh’ens are descended from Soulblade.
Souldrainer: Perhaps, but on the flip side, I am certain that Telin hasn’t sired any children, despite being the leader of the Phantai and being older than his two partners.
Souldrainer: On top of that, Galyn and Itaviir have also sired children. Galyn had a wife and kid when he was mortal and both of them were taken by the Beh’ena of the Goldtorn Remains and rewarded for their actions after we blew up the Diamond.
Souldrainer: They at some point will be fathers.
Souldrainer: You have done enough to be a worthy being. I do not think you are a disappointment in that regard.
Soulstorm: I guess. But that doesn’t get past my genetic flaws.
Souldrainer: Again, I do not think that is a problem. In fact, I think that is why Vret is interested in you. She might see your lack of arm blades as a good thing.
Soulstorm: What?
Soulstorm: How?
Soulstorm: I am literally lacking a key feature of a Beh’enu.
Souldrainer: Every other Threnic… uh… Vokaic race lacks the arm blades.
Souldrainer: Retha, old- and new-universe Rethavok, old- and new-universe Skyavok, Astravok, Teliavok and Skiavok-with-an-i, none of them have arm blades. And Teliavok are considered the best of the Vokaic races.
Souldrainer: You said that Vret is a Decay Lord, yes? She probably met some Teliavok or some similar race and liked what she saw.
Souldrainer: At the very least, the lack of arm blades in her eyes might make you seem softer, less aggressive and thus safer. Or maybe it makes you seem more powerful, because you have succeeded despite the genetic flaw.
Soulstorm: That… does make sense…
Soulstorm: Still…
Soulstorm: My bigger issue is…
Soulstorm: I don’t want to disappoint her, sexually.
Soulstorm: Which is why I am messaging you and not Soulblade or another Beh’evok.
Souldrainer: Hah!
Souldrainer: Most Beh’evok have not laid with another Beh’evok.
Soulstorm: Exactly. Which is why I’m asking questions before she uses me to build a new Warmth and have a ton of kids.
Souldrainer: I really do think you are overthinking things.
Soulstorm: Probably.
Soulstorm: We haven’t had sex yet though.
Soulstorm: We’ve snuggled and I’ve kept her warm and safe but…
Soulstorm: I don’t know what I’m doing.
Souldrainer: You slept with me. It is exactly the same thing.
Soulstorm: She’s tiny though and I don’t want to hurt her.
Souldrainer: Arkay is small and Retvik sleeps with him all the time.
Souldrainer: I am certain Vret is well aware what sex will entail. As long as you make sure she is comfortable and fulfilled, and as long as you make her orgasm at least once before you orgasm and run out of stamina, then I am sure you will be fine.
Soulstorm: I guess.
Soulstorm: Still… I’m scared. My future is… worrying…
Soulstorm: I… I might be a father soon.
Souldrainer: Do you want that?
Soulstorm: Yes.
Souldrainer: Then try not to worry too much about it. Enjoy yourself. And enjoy her.
Soulstorm: You… you are right…
Soulstorm: Thank you, Litvir. I needed your advice.
Souldrainer: No worries. I need to get back to work now, but fell free to message me.
Soulstorm: Alright, have a good one.
Souldrainer: You too!
Souldrainer is now offline.
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Thyel took a deep breath, then put his communicator down. Vret was still in bed, dozing away. With a smile, Thyel decided to join her, no longer feeling too worried about the future.