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 mber 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 co 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, sothing has been building within .
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 tis.
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
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
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
the way I squeeze you when I’m strapping you senseless.
I want to feel like you do; I want to take you inside
and I want you to utterly ravish
until you’ve claid
and ruined
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
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 caral-colored, just as you do with my hair.
I rub my fingers through the hair.
You tell
that it slls nice, and it makes
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 complints, damned by faint praise.
I don’t want to just be good enough for you, Sera.
I want you to lust for .
I want you to be as insatiable for
as I am for you right now.
Really all the ti, but especially right now, when my heat is at its climax.
I smile.
Again you think it’s a cute smile, and it makes
happy that you find
cute.
But I don’t just want you to find
cute, Sera.
I’m a woman in heat and I need you to take
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
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 testants to what my body has been screaming for, for the last two hours.
I slide my fingers inside.
Sotis 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
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 rember to do so.
I laugh for a mont.
You said it was difficult to rember to empty out your [Inventory] at tis; you said it’s just so convenient to leave stuff there and forget about it.
Now I understand exactly what you an.
I play around for a couple minutes, in front of the mirror as well.
Not that my body does anything for
sexually; I’m only attracted to you, Sera, not to won 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 .
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 .
When it’s your body forcing its way past my entrance and into my vagina and stretching
out and kissing my womb and making
submit to your every touch.
When it’s your body penetrating
and pounding
and making
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 enjoynt.
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 fra 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 so purposes.
It’s what so guys want, not that I could give less of a damn if I wanted to regarding what so 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
back from letting you use
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 bottod out almost imdiately.
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
as my body desires to be used.
Still, it’s fun and it’s good practice, riding this toy.
It’s stretching
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
more, feel more romantically and sexually attracted to .
All so you’ll beco as obsessed with
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, lanting the montary 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
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 ca ho and proceeded to screw like two rabbits brought together for the first ti.
You ate
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 abdon and groin.
Good heavens I rember, 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 .
I know you have that new Skill from Lysette.
[Biochanization], 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 ti to ti, give
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 monts 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 an I want my mother to know everything I’m doing in here.
And besides, if you barge in and see …
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 na as I sit back down on my new second-favorite place in all the universe, second only to your lap.
Again fullness takes , 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
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 mont I first stepped into this room, nay, since the mont I got ho and lay on the bed this afternoon.
I don’t last long.
Ten seconds?
Maybe twenty.
I can’t tell.
Ti 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 .
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 .
“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 ho, bathroom.
No clothes.
I need it.
Now.”
“I’ll be there in five minutes.
No, three!”
I can hear your excitent in your voice.
I love you, Sera, and just thinking about how close you are is sending
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 monts 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 , 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 co in here and see .
When you see how perverted I am and how wrong you are about this good girl saintess impression you have of .
Then, I pray to the goddess above that you’ll fuck
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 excitent 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
and pulverize .
I want you to fuck
so hard and so fast and so relentlessly that you’ll never think of
as a good and innocent little saintess again.
I want you to use
until you lust for
as badly as I’ve been lusting for you since the mont we completed the tower.
I want–”
My words are cut off by your kiss.
Your clothes co 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 , those perfect curves, those gorgeous mounds of land on your chest, that delicious ass, that wonderful, golden blonde hair that so many n and more than a few won lust for.
All for .
All mine, mine alone, and never to be shared.
You gaze past
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 mont, 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, shimring in the bathroom light, pressing up against my nethers with the promise of giving
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
as it does for you.
Thankfully, I’m sufficiently flexible and strong of my own that it’s no challenge for
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 mont 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 .
I even sll you, sll 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 wling 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 .
Ruin
and defile
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 ca.
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 .
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 na.
“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 .
Then I feel sothing I never expected from you.
Sohow, 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 .
Your child inside , 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 ti itself cos to an end.
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