Project Seraphina [LitRPG, Magitech, GL]

Seraphina Mortensen, you utter traitor. Sure, you say, you have to stay late tonight. You have to go over the syllabi. You have to make sure you have everything in order for tomorrow. It’s your first day teaching tomorrow so you have to be a right and proper and responsible adult member of society. I get it. I understand your sympathies. Really, I do, but did your sudden desire to be responsible and rule-abiding have to come at the cost of tending to your girlfriend right when she’s at her most pent up?

It’s been like this for days now. Ever since we almost died fighting against Lysette, something has been building within me. Deeper and deeper, a desire of body and mind I can barely hold myself back from. It’s disgusting, it’s perverted, I’d even go so far as to say that it’s wrong, and yet I can’t stop myself from feeling how I feel about you, Seraphina. It’s not just love— oh, by every goddess in the cosmos, I love you, Sera! I love you so much it physically hurts at times.

But right now, it doesn’t just hurt. It’s a shriek of agony between my legs that pierces directly into the very core of my body. I love you, Sera. I’ve loved you for years. I love you so much that I can’t even fathom a world where I’m not in your life, nor you in mine. But it’s not just love. I lust for you. Right now my love is in the form of a burning, primal furnace roaring between my legs, demanding that we copulate and fornicate and… Seraphina, I know you can feel my emotions through our [Angelic Bond] even when we’re too far apart to talk through it.

But I can still get through to you. I can still show you through feelings alone just how badly I need you to fuck me senseless, Seraphina Mortensen.

I slip out of my nightgown, gazing upon my breasts. Again, Sera, you get all the luck. Yours are so round, so firm, those tits so firm, so engrossing. I see people staring at them, and yes, I feel jealous, knowing that they are for me alone, but I am also envious of you.

I want to have what you have. I want you to ogle my chest the way I can’t stop thinking about yours. I want to feel you grabbing two massive handfuls of breast tissue and I want you to squeeze me the way I squeeze you when I’m strapping you senseless. I want to feel like you do; I want to take you inside me and I want you to utterly ravish me until you’ve claimed me and ruined me beyond any possibility of repair.

Instead, I’ve got these tiny curves that hardly qualify as breasts. B-cups, but only barely; I could still squeeze into A’s with a little difficulty. Compared with your utter perfection, love, I feel inadequate. I feel like I’m not good enough, not hot enough, not sexy enough for you to lose all sense of reason and fuck me like a beast like I so desperately need right now.

I make my way to the bathroom and stare at my topless body. You like these eyes of mine, at least. You call them caramel-colored, just as you do with my hair. I rub my fingers through the hair. You tell me that it smells nice, and it makes me happy on the one hand. Nice.

On the other hand, it’s just that. It’s nice. Adequate. Good enough. Passable. The C’s get degrees of compliments, damned by faint praise. I don’t want to just be good enough for you, Sera. I want you to lust for me. I want you to be as insatiable for me as I am for you right now. Really all the time, but especially right now, when my heat is at its climax.

I smile. Again you think it’s a cute smile, and it makes me happy that you find me cute. But I don’t just want you to find me cute, Sera. I’m a woman in heat and I need you to take me like an animal until my body expires from overuse.

My hands make my way to my breasts and gently rub them. It feels nice, but it makes me want more. I need more. I need it. And I will have it.

My panties slip off onto the floor, the wetness soaked within and the emanating scent two more testaments to what my body has been screaming for, for the last two hours. I slide my fingers inside. Sometimes I need to play around a little, flick the bean, as they say, get myself into the mood and slowly work toward entering myself. Today it’s trivial. I hardly even notice passing past my threshold and into my body; the wetness and heat is so intense that it gushes out of me and turns the very idea of an entrance into an anachronism.

I grab a bottle of water from my [Inventory] and down it in a single uninterrupted series of gulps. Another flash of golden light and it’s gone again, to be disposed of whenever I remember to do so. I laugh for a moment. You said it was difficult to remember to empty out your [Inventory] at times; you said it’s just so convenient to leave stuff there and forget about it. Now I understand exactly what you mean.

I play around for a couple minutes, in front of the mirror as well. Not that my body does anything for me sexually; I’m only attracted to you, Sera, not to women in general. But I still want to see what you see when we’re having sex with each other, if only so I have an idea on how I can make my dreams into reality.

I pull a toy out of my [Inventory] next, and I watch my reflection as my silicone rod slides up between my legs and slowly disappears inside me. Oh, Sera, this feels so nice. But it’s not even a fraction as nice as it will be when it’s you, Sera, going inside me. When it’s your body forcing its way past my entrance and into my vagina and stretching me out and kissing my womb and making me submit to your every touch. When it’s your body penetrating me and pounding me and making me white out from the overwhelming intensity of our passion. Only then will I know true bliss.

For now, I pull the small rod back out of myself and rinse it off. Back into my [Inventory] it goes, to be replaced by a much bigger, thicker dildo for my enjoyment. A special model, just as big as the one I strap you with, but with a suction-cup base that will stick quite nicely to the fiberglass frame of our bathtub.

I usually have trouble riding this. I’m not as big or as tall as you are, and that extends to the rest of my anatomy as well. I’m smaller and tighter than you are as well, which I guess is nice for some purposes. It’s what some guys want, not that I could give less of a damn if I wanted to regarding what some guys think.

But I want to take it big. I’m going to train myself to take it big, because that’s what I want. I want to take it big and hard and thick and I don’t want my anatomy to hold me back from letting you use me as much, as often, and as intensely as your body and heart desire.

Oh gosh, oh great goddess above, this feels heavenly. I expected it to take a few minutes when I started, but no, it just slid right on in and bottomed out almost immediately. For a short while, I just sit there, naked on the edge of the bathtub, giving my body a chance to acclimate to the sudden fullness I’m now experiencing. It’s divine, amazing, blissful, and yet it’s agonizing that it’s not you, Sera. That it’s not you using me as my body desires to be used.

Still, it’s fun and it’s good practice, riding this toy. It’s stretching me out and stimulating my inner walls in a way I haven’t had in nearly long enough. I love topping you, Sera. I love using you and strapping you and pounding you senseless. All so you’ll love me more, feel more romantically and sexually attracted to me. All so you’ll become as obsessed with me as I am with you.

But I want to be used too. My body aches for it always, though rarely as intensely as now.

I push myself off the toy, lamenting the momentary emptiness that I can feel between my legs. Then I allow myself to clamp down once more. Up and down and up and down and–

An idea hits me like so many lead bricks. Electronics in the bathroom might not be a good idea but, with a flash, I summon forth my [Inventory] and pull out my phone and open up a particularly prurient picture of the two of us. The night after the Fourth of July, when we watched those fireworks, then came home and proceeded to screw like two rabbits brought together for the first time. You ate me out and then I ground on your body and then I pounded you to at least two orgasms, maybe more.

And when we were done, I got a picture of you, still soaking in our mixed juices, basking in the afterglow, your body still throbbing and your walls still undulating, the rippling barely visible upon your lower abdomen and groin. Good heavens I remember, and just thinking about it, seeing you with your legs splayed out like this, it’s making my heat ratchet up even further.

“Sera, Sera, Sera,” I moan. I close my eyes, picturing you underneath me. I know you have that new Skill from Lysette. [Biomechanization], I think she said it was called. Allows you to take bits of machines or other inorganic matter and graft them into your own body. Maybe you could do this from time to time, give me the fucking I so desperately need from you.

“Sera.” I want more, and I want it harder. But first I have to endure the agony of pulling out for the briefest of moments to lock the door and install the new [Sound]-blocking glyphs you etched into the bathroom. I don’t think either of us care when we’re in the throes of heat, if anyone does or doesn’t care. But that doesn’t mean I want my mother to know everything I’m doing in here. And besides, if you barge in and see me…

I hope you do, Sera. I hope you use your [Unlock] glyph to get past the courtesy lock on the bathroom door. Or better yet, just twist it tightly enough to bend the lock with your surging second-ascension strength, then barge in and see what a needy, helpless little slut I am for you. I hope you see just how badly my body aches for you, how biting and searing the pain is when we’re not together.

“Sera!” I scream your name as I sit back down on my new second-favorite place in all the universe, second only to your lap. Again fullness takes me, my heat now an inferno of continental proportions. I’m oozing my fluids down the sides of the bathtub and I love it. I love it so much and all I want to do is you, over and over again, right up until the point where you’ve pressed me down and broken my mind and my body alike.

Up and down and up and down like a rollercoaster of pleasure and a little bit of pain, all the while I can think only of you and how perfect your body is in every way. I angle myself backward so every thrust slams into my frontal wall, stimulating my g-spot. And of course, I’m not going to let this hard, throbbing clit of mine go another second without the stimulation it and I have both been craving since the moment I first stepped into this room, nay, since the moment I got home and lay on the bed this afternoon.

I don’t last long. Ten seconds? Maybe twenty. I can’t tell. Time itself is a distorted haze of sex and pleasure as my orgasm tears loose from my womb and spreads throughout my body. My heart surges down to my groin and throbs with such intensity that it takes all my Level 62 strength to clamp down and not fly loose of my dildo still buried to the hilt inside me.

For a few seconds, it’s bliss. A brief respite, but that’s all it is. A respite. I can’t be satisfied by cheap toys or self-stimulation. Everything I want and am belongs solely to you, Seraphina. And so, even as I begin to ride once more, seeking a second climax, I know it too will be just an imperfect replica of what only your touch can give me.

“Chloe? Are you there?”

My eyes widen and my heart screams from joy at the sound of your voice in my mind.

“I’m here. And when you get home, bathroom. No clothes. I need it. Now.”

“I’ll be there in five minutes. No, three!”

I can hear your excitement in your voice. I love you, Sera, and just thinking about how close you are is sending me into a frenzy of fury and lust all over again. I want to ride it, but instead I sit down and I wait. Oh, the torture of wanting to be used and abused and dominated and made into your personal sex toy, all of it hurts so much I can’t think about anything but trying to calm myself down, trying to bide through these moments that are each stretching out to infinity.

I won’t give myself the satisfaction of another round. My pleasure, my orgasms, the raging climax clinging to me, waiting to be unleashed. It belongs to you, my partner, my lover, the subject and the object of my desires both. If there is any force more powerful than the desire I have to bring forth my building pleasure right now, it’s my love and lust for you, and by focusing on that, on the face you’ll make when you come in here and see me. When you see how perverted I am and how wrong you are about this good girl saintess impression you have of me. Then, I pray to the goddess above that you’ll fuck me like your naughty lover truly deserves.

Footsteps. I can feel your approach, even though the sound from outside is being blocked. You’re racing up the stairs faster than a human or even an angel should be able to. It’s so close. I’m vibrating with excitement and anticipation as you jiggle the lock and know what I want you to do.

It opens. You see my naked body and I grin. I lick my lips; how can I not, knowing that you, my beloved, are right there.

“Is that what you want?” you ask.

“I want you,” I say. “I want you to pound me and pulverize me. I want you to fuck me so hard and so fast and so relentlessly that you’ll never think of me as a good and innocent little saintess again. I want you to use me until you lust for me as badly as I’ve been lusting for you since the moment we completed the tower. I want–”

My words are cut off by your kiss. Your clothes come off one by one in a mix of frenetic passion and fury, each being stored away in a silver flash. I feel empty, but my heat has never been more intense in all my life. Soon you’re fully nude, just like me, those perfect curves, those gorgeous mounds of land on your chest, that delicious ass, that wonderful, golden blonde hair that so many men and more than a few women lust for. All for me. All mine, mine alone, and never to be shared.

You gaze past me and I feel a twinge of sorrow at what feels like rejection.

“That size?” you ask. “Is that a good size for you?”

“It is, but what are you going to–”

You pause for a moment, your eyes crossing. Your fingers start tracing lines in the air so quickly I’m not sure I can follow what’s going on. I know you’re smart, Sera, but the way you do those calculations for your [Glyphcasting], it’s hard to believe you were human. Or maybe it’s easy to believe your original self was cybernetic, and you’re slowly returning to your proper form.

Your teal eyes light up and your spell forms, although I don’t see it at first. Not until I feel it, a rod of pure energy of just the right size, nearly invisible, shimmering in the bathroom light, pressing up against my nethers with the promise of giving me what I want. And I can see you want it too. You want it nearly as much as I do, and I hope it feels as good for me as it does for you.

Thankfully, I’m sufficiently flexible and strong of my own that it’s no challenge for me to kick one leg into the air, sprouting my wings to balance myself in what would normally be a precarious position. Not that it’s necessary. The moment my throbbing, pulsing, gaping entrance shows itself to you, your Etheric appendage is inside, though not for long. You thrust like it’s a competition, and I’m your prize. Not that you need to win a prize; I’m already yours and I’ve been yours since long before this night began.

In and out and in and out and I’m being driven wild in ecstasy. Seeing you, hearing the sounds of your grunting and feeling the Etheric strap pulverizing me. I even smell you, smell your own wetness, sense your own building heat. All of it is too much. I’m nearly there.

I scream out. “Seraphina, my love! I love you, I love you! I–”

But you don’t stop thrusting. You can sense my mewling need in the back of my mind. You’ve felt all night how bad I am for you, how needy and greedy your [Heavenly Saintess] really is. Now ruin me. Ruin me and defile me like we both need!

The second orgasm doesn’t abate. It builds even after it’s released through my body; your thrusts have captured it and are trying to jam it back into my sex from whence it came. And it’s working too. I don’t know how— maybe it’s my own [Blessed Regeneration] at play, subconsciously acting on my own desires— but it’s working. I don’t know what will happen when you finally relent, but I’m going to ride that high all night long.

“You want more, don’t you, Chloe?” you say. And I do. I want more. I want so much more.

You’re… I don’t know how you’re doing it, but you’re getting bigger and thicker, too. My walls are being stretched to their absolute limit and you’re kissing my womb with every thrust and it should hurt like no other but my own magic has blocked out the pain and healed the tiny injuries that otherwise would have surely appeared en masse while fucking at this intensity.

We keep going. Again and again. The third orgasm isn’t enough for me. Neither is the fourth. Sweat is building on both of us but neither of us is satisfied. You pound harder, both of us screaming one another’s name.

“Chloe, Chloe, Chloe!” Your words are so hot, your tone so breathy and sultry.

“Sera, Sera, Sera!” I convey my lust and my neediness with every one of your thrusts inside me.

Then I feel something I never expected from you. Somehow, you made that little construct appended to your body… functional, in a way. Not fertile in any sense of the word, but as I squirt from my sixth orgasm of the night, so too do you. Just warm water squirting out of your strap, but it’s warm and wet and intense and I feel it shooting past my cervix and right into the heart of my womb.

I’m crying. Crying from sheer bliss and ecstasy and happiness. It’s a long way off and we might decide it’s not a path we ever want to go down, or can’t due to your purpose in this universe, but my body can’t stop shivering at the prospect. Your thrusts one day impregnating me. Your child inside me, feeding off my body, knowing that I might one day give birth to a little Seraphina of our own.

Goodness. That’s… I– Yeah. No thoughts, head empty. Know that I’m yours, Seraphina. From now until time itself comes to an end.