*Contains Sexual Content—If you are not interested, skip to the three dots!
The freshly engaged couple woke up in the same small bed. They were both still naked, even though nothing happened during the night.
Veronica was still asleep when Michael awoke. He watched the love of her life take long, gentle breaths. She had both of her arms around his chest and one of his arms.
Her silky, light brown hair tingled him with each of her slight movements. With his free hand, Michael pushed inside that hair and tenderly petted her head.
She made a small groaning noise, which was very cute, in Michael's opinion. The feeling of her closeness felt like a blessing at first, but as more time passed, it became a torture.
He felt her perfect sized breasts press into his side. The nipples were hard and with each movement; they got more pressed on. Feeling them caused something else to harden, too.
One of Veronica's legs was pulled onto Michael's waist. He felt her soft thigh right on his already stiff sword, further increasing his suffering.
But the worst part was his own thigh, where he felt something else press into him. It took him no time to figure out what it was...
As Veronica awakened, she also moved more often, and with each movement her entrance got further pressed on his thigh. Her leg also moved up and down a bit, causing him to groan in both agony and ecstasy.
It was agony, since he had to hold himself back, and it was ecstasy because his lover's naked body was pressed right into his manhood.
Eventually, Veronica woken up as well. With tiredness in her eye, she looked around and, upon realizing where she was, she snuggled closer to Michael.
Her hand danced along his firm and well-maintained muscles. They weren't overly large, but they weren't small either. For her, it was the perfect size.
With her snuggling, she heard a whimpering noise coming from above her. Curiously, she looked up and into Michael's grayish-blue eyes.
His breathing was heavy, and she felt his heart race in his chest. Only now did she feel what was under her left thigh.
With curiosity and a bit of mischief, she moved her hand along Michael's abs until they reached his waistline. His face showed both annoyance and desire.
Veronica giggled to herself and turned on Mind's Eye. Deep redness, with light pink undertones, consumed Michael's whole body.
He was using all his self control not to turn Veronica over and have fun with her. At that moment, she kind of wanted the same too, but the place didn't feel right... She wanted her third first time to be perfect, unlike the previous two!
But that didn't mean they couldn't have fun at all. With a small cunning smile, she reached down further and slid her finger down Michael's sword gently.
He made a sudden exhale and looked towards the ceiling. Next to him, Veronica giggled, then used her hand to firmly grasp onto his shaft.
His breathing got uneven, and he made a small groan of pleasure, which got even worse when Veronica pulled the skin back slowly. She made a few gentle strokes with her small, soft hand, then released it.
"Good morning, my love!" she said while going up in a sitting position, right on his waist.
She moved her entrance over his sword a few times, then leaned in and gave Michael a long, deep kiss.
"You are horrible!" he said playfully after the kiss ended.
With a cruel smile, Veronica reached back and grabbed him even more firmly. He moaned again, while Veronica just stared at him while giggling.
"If you want any kind of release, you better begin to praise me!"
She spoke, then gave small kisses along his body. She moved backward until her mouth was right above Michael's long and hard weapon.
Veronica gave it a few firm strokes, then proceeded to drip some saliva on it for better lubrication. All the while, Michael stared up at the ceiling, trying to control himself.
He balled his fists and his face turned pure red from his consuming desire to have Veronica to himself.
The only time his sight landed on Veronica was when she stopped stroking. A mix of pleasure, irritation, love, and helplessness consumed his eyes.
"What a cruel woman do I want to marry?" He said self-deprecatingly, but Veronica didn't take it well.
With her other hand, she grabbed his balls, and moved them between her fingers, until Michael began to apologize.
"I'm sorry, my love... You are the most beautiful person... I have ever seen... I want to... Have you all... For... Myself... Uhhh..."
As the compliments rolled in, Veronica's hand moved, too. Her right was going up and down along his length. It moved easily from the added lubricant. Her left hand still played with his balls, not letting him get any respite.
"Oh... Yes... Veronica... You are the best... Fuck yes... Come on... I'm so close..."
Hearing that, Veronica stared into Michael's eyes and stopped right before he would've ejaculated. He seemed especially desperate, and he instantly begged for the sweet release.
Veronica just laughed it off and, while moving her mouth closer to his tip, she whispered... "Can't let you ruin this nice bedsheet with your semen!"
And with that, she placed the tip in her mouth and sucked on it hard, while her tongue moved around it. Her right hand was still moving up and down, which further increased his pleasure.
"I love you so much!" he said, then poured everything he had inside Veronica's mouth.
She swallowed it all, then cleaned off every left over from Michael. They then spent longer making out.
Outside, the bell was hit seven times by the time they left the room.
...
The day went by quick, and at night it was time to do the ritual to resurrect Tom's spirit fully.
Veronica spent the whole day reading through every part of the ritual section in the Mysticism Book. Now, she had already prepared everything necessary.
The sacrifice in and of itself wasn't that important. She wanted to do Silent Whisper, but Michael insisted on sacrificing something less important. After a quick talk, they decided to use Michael's revolver, Retribution.
It was weak for an Ethereal Item, since it was made with only an Order 8th Soldier Characteristic.
This kind of ritual was straightforward. You place a few specific Ethereal Materials, and wear the symbolic color of the deity you are praying to.
After that, say their Unique Name, which consists of four sentences. This is the targeting part of the ritual.
If you say the wrong name, or the name doesn't make sense, then your target will either be random, or worse, it will be everyone powerful enough to hear it.
The problem that Veronica faced was that this ritual's target had to be herself. As a 7th Order Ascended, she didn't need a Unique Name, so she had to make one from scratch.
This was the hardest part, one which Veronica hasn't managed to figure out yet.
After saying the Unique Name, the last and most important part of the ritual arrives. You have to say the reason for the ritual.
There are many different types. There are ones where you ask for a blessing, and ones where you want someone cursed. What Veronica plans on doing is a simple ritual sacrifice.
It means you sacrifice something with high Ethereal Property to a deity, or anyone with a Unique Name. Depending on the individual, the target they will either receive the Item, or parts of the Item.
For this, they had to change the sentences a bit, since they wanted all the Ethereal Property inside the Item to travel into the earring.
Michael had never heard of anything even similar to this, but he also never heard of someone praying to themselves. Intrigued, he waited with bated breath to see what came next.
They were in his apartment, and they already set up the altar in the living room.
They had already completed the first step, the room purification. They also both wore pink, so the ritual wouldn't go astray.
Veronica knelt before the small altar and lit three candles placed in specific places. Each path needed different candle placements, but luckily the Mysticism Book wrote each down.
It also wrote what kind of order they needed to be lit and what Materials each of the paths required.
For the Dancer, the candles needed to be placed in a wavy pattern. The left one was the closest to Veronica, next to it was the middle, which was the farthest. The last one was on the right, which was placed in a distance between the first two.
They had to be lit from left to right, before using any of the required Materials.
Once lit, she pulled out a glass vial and sprayed a few times into the air. When she smelt the Dancing Lavender Flower, she recited the incantation in Ancient Rener...
"Dancing Lavender Flower, a symbol of the Dancer."
After this she took a deep breath and continued with the next Material...
"Loving Tulip Powder, a symbol of the Dancer."
This time she said the sentence first, then threw the pink-colored powder into the air. It glistened while it rained down around her.
With that done, she proceeded to the last of the three Materials...
"Spirit Residue, a symbol of the Dancer."
This was a slime-like substance. It had no color, and using her finger, Veronica placed a droplet on each of the three candles, again from left to right. When the see-through substances touched the flame, it turned pink.
When all the three candles were glowing in a pink color, it was time for the Unique Name.
Behind her, Michael curiously awaited what she would say, but Veronica had no idea. She spent the better part of the day trying to think of one, but she hadn't even come close.
The name had to be very accurate, but also orderly. Everyone of her attempts just felt wrong, and she didn't dare to try any of those.
As the pressure increased, her thoughts became turbulent, which made it even harder to think of a good name.
She was running out of both time and options, and since she had no better idea, she finally decided to follow her heart's suggestion. Throughout the whole day, she knew how to solve this problem. She just didn't want to try it.
Following the previous notion Veronica let her mind go, and while concentrating, she imagined her Unique Name.
It took her less than a second to come up with a good one, which felt strange. It also didn't feel as unique as it should've, but she highly doubted that anyone else could be associated with it.
Veronica took a deep breath, then spoke in Ancient Rener...
"Embodiment of the Arts
A Being who Danced in Two Worlds
Resounding Echo of a Bygone Era
The Silent Bearer of Pink"