Destined by a thread

The creatures looked at Adam, concerned, but he assured them, "It's nothing, everything's fine." With his words, they returned to the Spiritual Dimension. Adam teleported back to their house, an uneasy feeling settling in as he waited for Emily.

Meanwhile, Emily soared higher into the sky, far from anyone's view, unleashing a fiery burst of flames as she moved at incredible speed. The creatures in the Spiritual Realm who had witnessed Emily's sudden aggression discussed it amongst themselves.

Brad overheard, asked what happened, and they explained Emily had erupted in flames from anger and then flown off, leaving Adam behind. Brad instinctively knew where Emily was headed. He left the portal, transformed, and rushed towards her probable location.

Adam, still waiting in the living room, felt a growing sense of unease about the whole situation.

Emily reached a secluded mountain lake, far from any human presence. She transformed back to her human form, sitting by herself, trying to calm down. This place was familiar from her memories, a spot she had once frequented after the death of past husbands. It was a place of serenity and calm that could soothe her turbulent emotions.

She looked at her reflection in the lake. Past memories of herself looking at her own reflection flooded her mind; she looked different now. With every rebirth, her features subtly changed.

"How many rebirths has it been, how many husbands have I lost?!" Emily thought to herself.

She thought about Adam and their current life, yet the memories of all her past husbands, in other bodies, resurfaced. How fragile humans were, their short lifespans—she had to watch them slowly fade into nothingness.

Adam was the first husband she had spent two lifetimes with. He carried her life force and was the only one who could give her children. She worried about Adam not being able to accept her past and finding someone else like Alice to be his wife.

She knew Adam loved her, but she felt insecure about their relationship now because of what Alice had said. Her anger flared again as she recalled Alice's words, and her body burst into flames once more.

Emily stripped off her clothes and dove into the lake to cool down. She dove deep, and her flames slowly faded.

Brad arrived at the lake, looking around for Emily. He knew this was where Emily would always go; he had seen her broken and grieving over lost husbands in the past. As Emily emerged from the water, Brad instantly saw her. Emily was shocked to see Brad standing there, having come all this way to find her.

Emily suddenly realized she was naked. Brad transformed into his Nine-Tailed Fox form, walked on top of the lake, getting closer to Emily. It wasn't the first time Brad had seen her naked, so to him, it was normal. Brad's tails wrapped around Emily, his fur drying her from the lake water.

Emily felt a familiar feeling, reminiscent of the times Brad had come to her when she lost a husband. She reminisced about memories of them laying on top of each other as her tears flowed, Brad gently pushing into her, kissing her, and telling her how beautiful she was.

Brad carried Emily, still naked, on top of him as Emily felt her vagina brushing against his fur. Her memories caused a wave of arousal at the thought of Brad being there. As Brad moved, Emily's vagina became wetter from the accidental rubbing against Brad's body.

Brad transformed back into human form as they reached the soil, carrying Emily in his arms. Brad gently set Emily down, and Emily felt the memories surge back of them making love at this very spot before. Brad looked into Emily's eyes and wiped away her tears as he leaned closer to her face. Emily instinctively moved back, quickly grabbing her clothes and dressing in front of Brad.

"We can't do this with my new body," Emily said reluctantly. "My husband is waiting for me at home," she added, bending down to pick up her skirt.

Brad instinctively felt aroused looking at Emily's new body. It was different from the last time they made love; she had always been at an older age before rebirth, but now Emily's body was at a younger age. Brad instinctively moved closer, wanting to taste Emily's new body.

"Your vagina is wet, Emily," Brad whispered, his fingers reaching out to touch her.

Emily quickly put on her skirt and transformed, flying into the sky. Emily didn't even have time to put on her panties, believing that if she stayed longer, she would have given in to Brad's touch and temptation.