Limitless The Strongest Revenant

This all came about because of a piece of information I got from Phillip. Apparently, the risk of soul collapse was not lessened by even sleeping. Until I received the devil's remain soulgear from Addison, I could not allow myself to relax.

"Liv, please don't. You cannot die before me, okay? I would go crazy if you did. If we die, we die together." I countered.

She smiled blissfully as she parroted my words. "Together."

Jasmine then sulked as she complained. "Hmph. So? What are we protecting you from, husband? Some specifics would help."

"Myself."

"Husband, I don't understand."

"You both saw what happened when I found out how the saints were made right?"

"Yes, love, you were so angry it felt like your soul was going berserk," Liv added.

"Those are called soul collapses. They happen to people who carry over 100,000 souls in their soulgems. I did that for over a week. I only have a little over 65,000 now, but according to Phillip, I still need to be careful."

"Hmm. In the North, 100,000 is considered a large sum. Hardly anyone besides my father would have that on them. Besides, they would normally keep their souls in a wallet."

Jasmine then shared her own insights, "Jo and I were taught some rules about soul collapses. There usually has to be a very strong emotional trigger to create such an event. Like some kind of trauma. Husband, do you know what triggers your soul collapses?"

"..."

Of course I knew. Each time it was because of the girls.

The first time was three days ago when Phillip told me to ask the Sirens for help. My brain was suddenly flooded with scenes of their deaths. That was the first time I experienced the collapse of my soul.

The second time was the day before yesterday. I learned how soul gears are made. That was fine, but when I imagined that someone would make soulgears of my girls, I went mad once more.

The 3rd was this morning. While talking to Vincent, he just confirmed my feelings about the girls. In a bout of immaturity, I tried to deny that they were mine. And when he asked if I would let them be with other men, I went insane and almost killed him.

The 4th was just last night. When I learned that Saints were the product of sexual violence. My spirit began to hate Clive Zanardi the virtuous. And when I thought that if he wanted to, he could take my girls and have them raped in front of me. I lost my sanity all over again.

It felt like I had a basketball team's worth of voices in my head. My words to Jo were no joke, they were usually quiet, but the moment something about the Siren's came up, they went off like bulls in a China shop.

I had no idea what that meant, only that it was happening with increasing frequency.

Zach punched me during the first one. I bathed in blood to calm myself for the second. Vincent used his devil's remain soulgear during the third. During the fourth, the Sirens gave me peace.

Hearing that David murdered Xander's wife during his soul collapse made me afraid. What if I accidentally killed one of my girls during the time I was insane? It was not something I could accept.

So when Phillip told me to be careful when I slept, I wanted to ask the Sirens to watch over me. At least until I got my devil's remains soulgear.

Even though I said I wanted our relationship to be without lies, I couldn't tell Jasmine the truth. It didn't make any fucking sense and I didn't even know what it meant. How could I tell them about fears I couldn't understand myself?

How could I tell them that the closer I became, the more terrified I was of separating? Liv said it best. She summed up exactly what I have been feeling since the day I started having these visions.

"My love, how could you suddenly vanish like that?! We didn't know where you were! My heart. It hurts. When I thought you were gone, even breathing felt like pure torture! This is all your fault!

"WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITH THIS PAIN?! HOW WILL I SURVIVE WITHOUT YOU NOW?!"

Of course, the option of separating from them now was there. But how was that different from death?

"I don't know." And so I lied.

I knew that my girls would never make fun of me. I knew they all loved me with all their hearts. But men and women were different. Each of my girls had a burden in their hearts. I was the one who carried them.

So I was not allowed to fall.

I was not allowed to be weak.

This was what it meant to be their man.

This was what it meant to be their kindred.

Jas, looking desperate, held my hands as she bit her lips. Knowing how smart my woman was, she must be thinking up a storm. However, I stroked her cheek lovingly as I comforted her.

"Wifey, don't worry, everything will be fine. Having one of you watch over me is just a precaution. I had Addison make some soulgears from the devil's remains. Once I have them, I will no longer be in danger."

"Are you telling the truth, Husband?" She questioned.

"Yes. I am."

"Good, then take off your suit so you can relax comfortably. What time should I wake you up?"

"In the afternoon should be fine. I look forward to my loving wife waking me up."

"How would you like me to do it?" she asked innocently.

"A Bj would be nice." I joked under my breath.

"Bj? You mean a blow job? " Liv asked confused.

"Crap, you all have super hearing now."

"That's when a woman puts her man's phallus in her mouth, right, my love?"

The northerner obviously asked out of pure ignorance. Before I could answer, I noticed that Jasmine was blushing like crazy and couldn't take her eyes off my groin.

'Fuck, she is too cute.'

As if to answer her expectation, my tent pole once again reached for the sky.

I mean, maybe it was every man's dream to wake up to a blowjob from the one he loved. There was just something primal about making your lover swallow or coat her face in your jizz.

Of course I was joking, but then Liv got down on her knees and started unbuttoning her blouse.

"My love, Lilly's books had a lot of blowjobs. But they lacked creativity. One thing the North has in abundance is knowledge about making children."

Liv's massive chest spilled out of her clothes, she still had her bra on, but it was a magnificent sight.

"I used to think my breasts were useless lumps of fat. But now that I have you, I glad I have them. Let me give you the best breast fuck."

"Breast fuck? You mean a boob job?"

Liv said a few words that didn't sound like English. It was probably titty fuck in the Northern language. Liv then began to undo my belt as my body remained frozen at the sight of her massive breasts.

However, my eyes were suddenly bound as I heard Liv being separated from me.

"Liv! Show some restraint, didn't he just say a while ago? Husband, I will take Liv out of the room. Relax and get some rest. We will return when you are asleep."

"Jas! Stop! My clothes are ripping!"

Before I could remove the covering that was blocking my view, the two left. And I was the only one left in the room I looked around. Feeling extremely horny, I pulled out Jo's panties and rubbed one out before going to sleep.

"Sunday couldn't come soon enough," I murmured.