The hivemind is conquering for me? Chapter 781: High As Can Be- Oh Hello Me!

As the stick rolled towards the edge of the glade, I sensed a momentary instability in the Psionics composing the area before the object vanished. Immediately, Rhapso stopped her retching and retreated behind Nerissa’s exposed form.

"Ugh, sister, did you witness that? He actually handled it with his bare hands. Ugh!" Rhapso exclaimed.

Nerissa smirked, her reaction echoing Rhapso's initial surprise upon seeing the stick. "Heh, you should experience being struck by it. It's truly horrid."

Rhapso shuddered. "No, thank you. Yuck! Still, Apollo, how do you possess an anti-Psionic weapon within your Mindspace? That’s… impossible." A dazzling smile then graced her face, momentarily taking my breath away before she continued.

"So, was that the entirety of it? Or do you have further surprises in store?"

Nerissa and I exchanged glances, both breaking into smirks. Nerissa had been quite astonished the first time she encountered the final inhabitant of my Mindspace. 'Sol? Care for a spectacular entrance? It would be delightful to admire your allure in person once more.' I playfully prompted, hearing a husky chuckle in response before:

*FWOOSH*

A torrent of flames erupted beside me. Sensing immediate danger, Rhapso, still unclothed, readied herself for combat. However, as the inferno coalesced into a bipedal form and attached itself to Apollo, her eyes widened in astonishment.

"W-what is that?" Rhapso stammered, her gaze fixed and wide. Her chest felt constricted as an entity composed of pure fire stood before her. It regarded her with an air of superiority, an impression she couldn't deny.

"Now, Nymph. Nerissa has already sufficiently affirmed her allegiance and alliance to Apollo. As a-"

"Sol! Have I not cautioned you about the alliteration?" I interrupted. Sol’s horns flared slightly with embarrassment before she entwined her arm with mine.

"Apologies. I merely wished to ensure this one understood not to speak of me. Though her soul bind is more than adequate; she shall remain silent concerning me to all. Now then~ Enjoy. I believe I shall locate a suitable log to merge with. Utilizing the surrounding Psionics, I can sustain my flames for days without issue."

Rhapso observed Sol for a few moments as she departed, then turned back to me. I simply raised my hand and shook my head. "Do not inquire; merely accept it."

"B-but!" Rhapso began, only for Nerissa to place a hand on her shoulder.

"I do not entirely comprehend Sol’s nature myself… To be frank, I find it perplexing yet captivating that Apollo permits such an entity to reside within his Mindspace. However, he speaks the truth. Refrain from questioning; acceptance is paramount… It’s the wisest course of action when dealing with Apollo, lest your mind never finds peace…"

Rhapso met Nerissa’s eyes, perceiving an unspoken depth of understanding regarding the matter. Thus, she followed her sister’s counsel. "F-fine, but I must say, if Peleani were to witness that fiery being, she would undoubtedly fall into complete adoration."

A chuckle escaped me at her words. I glanced towards Sol, who, at that precise moment, found a pretext to bend over despite her ability to levitate. "Cheeks like those warrant veneration… Truly divine artifacts," I murmured to myself before turning back to the pair, drink in hand.

"So, are we settled now? Should I simply consume this?"

The duo regarded me for a beat before Nerissa cleared her throat. "Ah, yes. Apollo. Just drink it down; we shall do the same now."

I nodded. "Um, a toast to this peculiar situation then." I raised the cup and took a swig. The taste was unusual, certainly not a 'blue' flavor; it was distinctly earthy. The subsequent cottonmouth sensation was intense, prompting me to click my tongue after finishing.

"Huh?" I mused, looking around.

"How are you feeling, Apollo?" Nerissa inquired. I surveyed my body; I felt entirely normal.

"I don't feel much of anything; it seems your amusing concoction was rather ineffective. As you know, Psionic beverages typically don't affect me anyway," I stated with a touch of pride.

Rhapso then stepped closer, her white irises fixed on me with curiosity. "Hmm, you genuinely ought to be experiencing its effects by now… It must be beginner's luck-luck-luck-luck-luck-luck."

"Huuuh?"

The white irises before me began to spiral, morphing into a verdant visage as shapes lost their definition. Colors swirled and merged, blending and conforming right before my eyes.

"This- woah"

Speech eluded me as my vision spun wildly. Losing my balance, I tumbled backward into a soft, yielding embrace.

Gazing at my hands, I perceived my soul extending like an ethereal outline.

My head started to loll. Looking upward, the moon hung overhead, its light descending towards me in a mesmerizing spiral.

Then, a shift occurred. My body began to convulse, whether from pain or pleasure, I couldn't discern. The sensation intensified, feeling as though my very existence was being torn asunder, only to be reassembled and then fractured anew for sport.

Where was I? What was I doing? Who am I?

...

Apollo lost command of his Mind, plunging into an immersive experience. He felt the colors, heard the sounds, perceived the light, the heat, the cold. He experienced everything.Green hues began to swirl around him, interspersed with flickering dots of purple and white that merged and separated repeatedly.

For a fleeting moment, his sense of self dissolved, replaced by an expanded awareness.

He observed the verdant, shapeless dance surrounding him. Amidst the absence of form and order, a distinct figure materialized, imposing and authoritative.

Apollo recognized this entity.

Older.

Stronger.

It was himself.

The figure advanced, the sole coherent presence in the abstract environment, approaching him directly.

It halted before him.

Then, it knelt.

A smile graced its lips.

He knew that smile intimately.

It was his own.

It was—

"Mine," I declared, and the figure gave a smirk.

Feeling its touch upon my shoulder, both the figure and I shared a smile. "I recall this. That exhilarating intoxication is potent; I never experienced its like again after this."

I questioned the reality of the moment, and the other me responded, "Perhaps? Though it might not be. Who can be certain?"

Before I could even ponder the unfolding events, I—or another aspect of me—spoke again.

"Your Origin has been elevated, your power momentarily uncontained, which permits me to converse. I have something vital to impart to you."

I listened intently. Was this my future self? Possibly. Was it a warning? A premonition of a threat? Was my destiny about to be revealed?

"You need to get yourself sorted, me. They are about to commence, and based on the sensations to come, you will never feel anything quite like this again... well, sort of. Enjoy it."

The sudden gravity in my other self's expression dissipated, replaced by a grin I knew all too well, which then vanished, mirroring my own.

*

The instant I vanished from my other self's presence, I let out a sharp gasp, "Oh, fu—"

I found myself seated upon a throne seemingly woven entirely from blossoms. Below me, Nerissa and Rhapso knelt, their verdant forms slick with perspiration, their mouths occupied with my essence. The sensation was beyond description, akin to my very Origin being tenderly caressed. I could feel their lips and tongues traversing my entire being.

Yet, even at the zenith of this euphoric state, my idiotic self managed to inquire, "H-How? Why? I thought a full day was supposed to pass?"

*Slluppop*

Rhapso withdrew her mouth and giggled. "Wow, it hit you really hard, didn't it?" She then took hold of my member. "We've been performing the ritual for well over a day now. We're in phase two."

Before I could fully process the lost time, she resumed caressing my potency pouch while stimulating my glans.

Another hand joined in, slightly larger. Looking down, I saw Nerissa, her crimson eyes blazing brighter than when she wore her armor. The sight of her lips against my skin, the incredible softness of her hands against my shaft, the waves of pleasure surging towards my Origin...

It was overwhelming!

"Nnngh!

I felt an explosive release unlike any I had experienced before, accompanied by an unfamiliar sensation intertwined with the pleasure. But before I could even begin to process it, I realized my tip was fully engulfed as I climaxed.

Turning my gaze to the white eyes before me, I received a wink before she released my tip. Rhapso's cheeks were full, and she scanned her surroundings. Selecting a nearby plant pot, she deposited the contents of her mouth.

"Mmh! What a remarkably unique flavor! I've never tasted anything quite like it. It's a shame I can't swallow it, though."

Nerissa then retracted her lips and asked, "So, how much was contained in that release? The volume of fluid was... substantial."

Rhapso shook her head. "No, regretfully, only a minuscule amount of the seed was expelled. It seems prodigious ejaculation doesn't equate to a greater quantity. Looks like our jaws will be getting a serious workout today, sis. Are you prepared?"

Though not typically one to be sated after a single climax, that experience bordered on shock. I needed a moment. The pleasure was far too intense.

"H-Hold on a moment, Nymphs. I'm still quite exhilarated; can I just have a second to— Fuuuck!"

I cried out as Nerissa ambushed me, initiating a new torrent of pleasure that consumed my entire existence.