Divine Artifact in a Scientific World-Chapter 61: Miranda (4)

"What? Do I have to sell my soul or something?" Miranda asked teasingly.

She was responding surprisingly calmly to what she was hearing.

"Actually, that’s not far from the truth."

"Seriously?!" she exclaimed. "Are you an incubus or something, collecting souls? It would certainly explain the mind blowing sex."

This girl. She wasn’t what he had expected. More practical and silly than haughty. And he was not expecting her to describe their first time as mind blowing.

"No, I’m not an incubus," he chuckled. "I’m just a human that accidentally received a divine artifact. If you want your physical self to gain your memories, you would have to accept being soul bound to me. The bond makes it so you cannot reveal any of my secrets and cannot harm me. It will also cause you to grow loyal to me faster and deeper than normal. And most important of all, it’s permanent. Once you’re bound to me, your soul is connected to me for all eternity."

"Oh, wow, that’s heavy. So, does it make me a slave? Would I have to do anything you said?"

He couldn’t tell if she wanted him to say yes or no.

"No, you would retain your free will. Loyalty doesn’t mean obedience."

"Hmm."

Is she disappointed? Her non-verbal response was equally ambiguous.

Her non-verbal response was equally ambiguous. Knowing that she had to tell him the truth, he asked, "What are you thinking? For what reason would you actually consider being soul bound to me?"

"Well, you have this power, and I assume you probably have other powers. Mom told me that if I found the right guy, someone with wealth and power, I should try to lock him down. She said there were two types of guys, the ones you use and discard, and the one you claim and keep. The ones you use don’t deserve any loyalty, but the one you keep deserves all your loyalty, at least as long as they still have wealth and power."

Damn, that is some Machiavellian shit right there. Her mom was an interesting lady. Her philosophy was a strange mirror of a philosophy commonly found in fantasy novels: be kind to your family and friends, care nothing for anyone else, destroy those that cross you.

"And are you seriously considering asking to be soul bound to me?"

"I am," she said. "Just your ability to make copies of people is super overpowered. The mind boggles at the possibilities. You could make billions doing insider trading without actually being an insider. Or run for office and crush your opponent under all their dirty little secrets."

So, she was considering him for the role of "the one you keep." That she had seen the possibilities immediately also impressed him. Though he wondered, was she the jealous type? Could she share? Was he seriously considering bonding with her?

"And what if I told you I already have a soul bond with someone? That not only would you have to share me with her, but you would have to share me with any other woman I decide to date?"

"Hmm, I think I’m okay with that. Mom said if a man is powerful enough, I would have to accept that I, alone, would not be enough for him. And it was better to share peacefully than to compete with his other woman and cause strife."

He’d created this copy of Miranda because he wanted to vent his frustration and figured who better to vent on than a cock tease. But this was turning out way better than he expected. Instead of being all, "no, how dare you," or "please stop, I don’t like this," she was enthusiastic. Shoving his cock down her throat was amazing, and she didn’t just lay there like a dead fish when he fucked her. She responded, showing desire and passion. It was intoxicating. And now she was expressing a philosophy that was perfect for a haram. She would try to get along with Madison and any of his future girlfriends. And even if he ended up with only Madison and Miranda, that would be satisfying.

Without the soul bond, her philosophy might be problematic. But with the soul bond, it was, at the very least, no longer a problem, and probably an asset instead.

"Is you mom Aquitanian?" It was the only thing that made sense. The Aquitanians were far more accepting of unconventional relationships than those from the Federation.

"Hey, how’d you know?"

"Just a guess. Your mom’s ideas are a little too progressive to be from the Federation."

"Yeah, the Federation’s culture and politics are still polluted with its puritanical past."

They just looked at each other for a few moments, her hands caressing his as they rested on her stomach. Then she asked, "Kiss me?"

Not seeing any reason not to, he leaned over and nibbled her lips, then slide his tongue inside her mouth. Her tongue greeted his, and they danced and slid around each other, initially gentle and probing, then hungry and demanding.

After a few minutes of kissing, she pulled back and said, "And a good kisser. The trifecta."

She caressed his face. "Take me? Make me yours? I promise I’ll treat your right. Treat your other women right. You’re nothing like the other boys I’ve met. I was wrong about you. Very wrong. Please don’t hold that against me. If I’m yours, I’ll be loyal. If I’m yours forever, like you claim, then I’ll be loyal forever."

She was telling the truth. She had to. This was not at all what he had expected when he first summoned her. He had expected her to be snooty and selfish and eventually prove to be a slut. But she wasn’t. She was a product of her mother’s Aquitanian sensibilities, practical with a healthy dose of self interest.

He was seriously considering bonding her, the recent mind blowing throat fuck probably influencing his decision, but a part of him worried that she might not fully understand what had happened. Once she learned the truth, she might regret her decision. So, wanting to make sure she understood exactly what had happened and why, he explained to her why he summoned her, and the modifications he made to her.

When he was finished she said, "I know. I mean, it took me a few minutes to figure it all out, but I did. It was obvious why you brought me here from your initial statements. And I could feel the changes you made. It just took me a few minutes to figure out the full nature of the changes. If you soul bond me, will you still be able to make me tell the truth?"

"No. In fact, I’ll have to undo all the mods I made before I can initiate a soul bond. And there’s a chance that even with your memories, your physical self will reject it."

"Damn. I kinda like it."

"Really? I’d think you would hate it, being forced to always tell the truth."

"If it was someone else, yes, I would hate it. But if it’s my beloved, then I would consider it a huge plus. It makes it easier for you to trust me."

"Ah, okay. I think I understand. So, during the soul bond process, if you push hard enough towards me, then we’ll be able to feel each other’s emotions over the soul bond and I’ll be able to tell if you are lying."

"Oh, nice. This is so exciting! Can we do it now?"

He sat back, thinking about the implications. While they were not strangers, he really knew little about her. But she had told him more about her philosophy than anyone else. And that told him a lot about her. The soul bond would prevent her from betraying him or harming him. So, at worst, they would return to being strangers. But at best, she would be in his corner, helping him, supporting him. That, and the deep throating would be a welcome bonus.

He wondered how Madison would respond. Did he even care? It wasn’t like she had a claim on him. She’d lost that right. From what Miranda had said, she sounded motivated to make thing work with any other woman in his life, so she would be motivated to make things work with Madison.

First, he changed the time ratio back to 1:1, and synched up with his physical self. As soon as he did, his physical self spat out the piece of pizza he was chewing and blurted, "God damn. How the fuck did I get so lucky?"

That settled, he undid all the mods he had made to Miranda, then asked, "How ’bout now? Still want to be bonded?"

She got a pensive look, looking off to one side, then focused back on his face and said, "Yes, bond me baby!"

So, he triggered the soul bond.

[Soul Bond Accepted: Miranda Martel]

As with Madison, he felt a growing pressure on his soul. It increased steadily, but before it got as intense as it had with Madison, he felt the pop and a second connection formed in the back of his mind.

As soon as it formed, he focused on it. From his connection with her, he felt her emotions. The most dominant was triumph. Not malicious, just a joyful, "I finally found the one," kind of triumph. Almost as strong, was amazement. Then there was a swirl of other emotions like excitement, anticipation, lust, and a growing warmth.

He was still focused on her connection when he felt her grab his head and pull him down for another kiss. Between kisses she said things like, "This is amazing," and, "I’m so glad you snatched me," and finally, "I don’t care if I lose my voice, you can throat fuck me unconscious any time you want."

Hearing her last statement caused his softening manhood to snap back to attention, and he began thrusting into her once again.ƒreewebηoveℓ.com