Project Seraphina [LitRPG, Magitech, GL]

[329.5] 4.50x Interlewd: Passion Everlasting (R-18)

I kiss Chloe as she lies beside me.  Her lips are soft as ever, carrying with them the scent of passion mixed with the sweet vanilla that seems to be the order of the day’s chapstick.  Enticed further, I kiss her again, then again, my lips pressing against hers in gentle prodding and exploration that we both know won’t remain gentle for much longer.Her tongue is the first to slip through the barrier of our lips, stroking against my front teeth for a fraction of a second before retreating back into the mouth from whence it came.  I stare at Chloe and raise an eyebrow, but she only responds with a coy smile, followed by licking her lips.

“I’d forgotten how good you taste,” she says.  “But never for an instant did I forget how much I’ve wanted you all week.”

My hands slip inside her robes and loosen them just enough to reveal bits of her lacy black bra underneath.  At Chloe’s unspoken invitation to continue, I slide down and start to kiss her luscious figure, tracing down the side of her neck, then along her collarbone before arriving at my first destination.

I kiss her breasts overtop of their harness, my fingers gently rubbing the exposed tops and bottoms of her bosom, never slipping inside, never giving Chloe what I know she really wants.  Not until she properly begs me for it like the good little saintess I know she is.

“You’re so sexy, Chloe,” I whisper in her mind.  My fingers trace her abs, now incredibly toned, with the hint of a six-pack rippling from underneath her skin.  “So hot.  And all mine.”

Chloe bites her lips, but not before a soft moan escapes them.  “Mmm…  So good, Sera.”

I grin.  We haven’t even gotten to the appetizer yet, my love.  I trace along her stomach with my tongue, ogling her curves, caressing them, feeling how great of a job Chloe has done taking care of her body.  My fingers slip underneath her matching black panties, but only to tease those feminine hips and outer thighs.

“Sera,” she moans.  “I want you.  So bad.”  Another moan escapes her lips.

I lick my lips.  You’ll get me, Chloe.  I promise, love, you will get every bit of me and more.

Chloe’s legs spread.  I can smell her heat.  I want her.  I want to make her mine yet again.  It’s difficult to hold myself back, but I do.  I know Chloe loves it.  She loves her body.  She knows how wild it drives me, and she knows exactly what she needs to do to get what she wants.

I can feel my own heat building; my insides are a roaring furnace made even more intense thanks to the [Fire]-affinity granted to me by the [Crimson Heart].  Every second without stimulation feels like an eternity, and though I’m supposed to be the one giving at the moment, I start anticipating the inevitable role reversal to follow.

But I don’t give in.  Her legs spread and it would be so easy just to slip her panties to the side and lodge my fingers inside her, but I postpone.  I tease.  Kisses up her inner thigh, right up to the edge of her groin, but I don’t touch her where I know she really wants.  Instead, I retreat.  I’m going to make her demand it.

It’s a game; she acts so cool and aloof and in control.  But after last time, I learned firsthand just how desperate she truly is.  And until she demonstrates the same desperation that she showed me last time, this gentle teasing is all she’s going to get.

“Please, Sera,” Chloe says, right on cue.

“Please what, Chloe?”

“Please…”  Her voice is but a pained whisper.  “I need it.  Need you.”

“And what, Chloe, do you need me to do?”  I know, of course, but I’m just too aroused by hearing Chloe’s desperation and her graphic descriptions of her sexual desires to ever let her off so easily.

“I need you inside me, Sera.”

I grin.  In a flash, I make my way up to her lips and slip a single finger in her mouth.  She gives me a playful bite, but one still strong enough to draw blood, which Chloe sucks up like so much ambrosia.

“Of course, Chloe.  Your wish is my command.  And I’m only too eager to provide.”

She gives me an unamused expression that softens into an expression that screams “Really, Seraphina?”

“You said you wanted me inside you, love.  Perhaps you should have been more detailed.  Or used better wording.  Hotter wording, sexier, hornier.  The kind that leaves no doubt as to intention or desire.”

“Seraphina Mortensen, I want you to stop being a smartass.  Then, I want you to spread my legs open, pull my panties to the side, create that massive rod, and proceed to fuck me into unconsciousness.”

I furrow my brows.  “No, Chloe.  I think I have a better idea.”

“Then why the hell do you ask me what I want if you aren’t going to do so?”

“Two reasons, love.  First, I get off on hearing you talk sexy like that.  And second, because I have an idea for us both to get the pounding we want right now.”

“Oh, really, Sera?  And what would that be?”

I trace the same glyphs that I did last time we had sex like Chloe describes, only I don’t attach it to my groin as though to stimulate a man’s tool.  Instead, I grow out the translucent construct until it’s about sixteen inches long and a good inch and a half in diameter.  I grin, while Chloe gasps, then shudders.

“Um, Sera…  I don’t think I can take all that.  Not that I won’t try, nor is it the case that I’m not aroused by the idea.”

I lick my lips.  “I know, love.  But whoever said that you were going to be taking all of it?  Did I not say that I had an idea for both of us to get a good pounding?”

Chloe’s eyes narrow, then she salivates as the realization sets in.  After long enough teasing her, I slip her now-soaked panties to the side and reveal her gorgeous entrance, still dripping with desire.  The rod slips in with hardly any friction, and though I intend to go slowly, it takes less than five seconds before my lover is stretched out and filled to her absolute limit.

Once she’s situated, I slip out of my own clothing, setting them on the floor rather than depositing them away because having our clothes on the floor is part of the foreplay and appeal of the afternoon’s activity.  It takes a moment for me to find a good position to sit facing Chloe, but once I take my position and spread my own legs wide, I too have no trouble taking my end of the rod and letting it bottom out inside me.

“I love you, Sera,” Chloe says.  “And I love this.”  She scoots closer to me, impaling us both a little harder in the process.

“Do you think you can take a bit more, love?”

Chloe’s breath hitches.  “Don’t ask.  Thrust it in.  I’ll make my body take it, and use [Blessed Regeneration] to heal whatever damage you do.”

I hesitate for a moment, but when I see from Chloe’s determined expression that she truly means her words, I grab her by her knees, and I pull us together until our groins are pressed against one another, leaving no space between us.

By the goddess this feels… I’d say incredible or amazing or fantastic, but every word I can think of just feels wholly inadequate to capture the sensation of seeing Chloe writhing in pleasure as we both experience the sheer bliss of penetrating one another.

She buckles her hips and forces the rod deeper into me and then I squeeze my walls and try to extrude the rod out of myself and back into her.  For a moment, it’s a competition as we vie for sexual dominance, until we eventually get a rhythm going not unlike what might happen when thrusting in the traditional sense.

“Does this please you, Chloe?” I ask.

“Very much so, love,” she says.  “I love it.  It’s different from last time, but different is in no way bad.”

I reach around for Chloe’s waist, though the act of bending my waist with so much thickness inside me proves a challenge.  Eventually, though, I take her, and in this position with legs spread and our nethers spread facing each other, I start to give her the pounding she asked for.

“S–  Sera.  Yes… Yes, yes, yes!”

Her eyes flutter back with every thrust.  I can tell how much she loves it from the combination of the slick wetness emanating out of her, the empathic link of our [Angelic Bond], the intensity of her moans, and the way she arches her back, ensuring even more stimulation on the most sensitive parts of her inner walls.

But I’m not satisfied.  Not until she’s whited out from sheer bliss and her thoughts have been excised of all thoughts that aren’t of me.  It’s going to take a while; her [Mind] is nearly as high as my own.  But my [Vitality] is higher than hers by a considerable margin.  And I am absolutely willing to spend the hours it’ll take to tire her out.

“Chloe, love, have I ever told you how sexy you are?”

“Plenty of times, Sera.  But I’ll never get tired of hearing you say it.”

I moan.  “Chloe, you’re so sexy.” I utter through our bond.  “Your body feels so divine.”  And it does.  By the goddess, it feels so good to have sex with her, to feel her skin and look at how it glistens with sweat.  Her heat, her scent, the look in her eyes, the sound of her breath and the sound of her insides as they’re stretched apart.  It’s so incredible and I’m just completely in awe of how beautiful she is.

The two of us lie down in a position which is a bit awkward at first, but one which we quickly settle into.  Chloe’s feet find their way near my face— not my thing, I have to say, and to my surprise, it’s not hers either.  But that doesn’t mean that either of us are about to give up a little bit of fun with scissors.  It just necessitates bending our knees and…  well, that works out rather nicely for some additional breast stimulation.  A very welcome bonus.

The majority of my sensation remains concentrated between my legs.  I arch my back as Chloe arches hers, guiding our shared rod to the most sensitive portions of our inner walls in a mutual cascade of guided pleasure.  All the while, my wetness oozes out and my heat builds and I know I’m not going to be able to hold myself back for too much longer.

Chloe grins.  Her face morphs from one basking in pleasure to one of fiery determination.  Her hands reach out between us and begin to trace my inner thighs.  Her bodily control is on another level; she’s managed to fully control the rod from within her and is going at me with overwhelming intensity.

“Give it to me,” she says.

I try to match her pace, but she rebuffs me, retaking control and pounding me even harder than before.  I begin to moan her name, louder this time, unconcerned for anyone or anything other than my lover as her hands make their way from my inner thighs straight to my erect, throbbing clit and start to vibrate.

“Your orgasm, Sera.  Give it to me.  I want to watch.”

My whole body shivers.  I hold myself back as much as I can in order to intensify the final result, but we both know it’s a useless endeavor.  She will make me climax, and I will love every second.  It is only a matter of how long it takes her to finish me off.

Meanwhile, I watch Chloe as she shows off her own figure.  Her muscles are so toned, her taut skin like porcelain, completely bereft of blemishes, wrinkles, or other imperfections.  With our mutual, nearly-invisible toy still inside us both, I get a good look at her gaping, throbbing nethers and watch her inner walls pulse in rhythmic harmony.  I don’t know how many times she’s already orgasmed from our sexual activities so far, but based on her frankly-ridiculous bodily control, I suspect the number is quite high indeed.

I can’t take it.  The pleasure is too much.  Chloe’s grin only widens as my control slips.  Pleasure shoots through my entire body, concentrated between my own pulsing vagina as my muscles try to pull the rod deeper in me, a full nine inches by my count.

My breaths are short and shallow and it’s a struggle to avoid whiting out from sheer bliss.  Only Chloe’s whispers through our [Angelic Bond] and the gentle healing she administers into my body help keep me clinging to a trace of consciousness as I float down from my high and bask in the afterglow that follows.

Somewhere in the haze of mutual desire and stimulation, I lost control of my spell, causing it to fade back into the ambient Ether.  My walls start to constrict and close, though after reaching my peak at least once and probably twice, I feel only a sense of fulfillment rather than the frustration that follows whenever I get horny and don’t experience that release.  I’m definitely good for another round or two… or four, but if Chloe is satisfied and ready to end our fun for the day, I certainly won’t be the one to complain.

She lies down on top of me, wrapping her arms around my waist as her face nuzzles right up between my breasts.  She sighs contentedly, her fingers tracing my sides and occasionally moving back down to my thighs, as if she can’t quite decide if she wants to keep going or stop here.

Instead, she looks at me, stares at me with those gorgeous caramel eyes and smiles with such radiance that I can’t help but giggle.

“Seraphina Mortensen,” she says, though, despite using my first name, there’s none of the curtness that would accompany an impending chastisement.  “Have I told you lately that I love you?”

I smile.  “I believe you have, Chloe Jacobs, though I will not begrudge you from saying it as many times as you wish.”  I lean forward and kiss the crown of her head.  “And, not that it needs to be said, but I love you as well, Chloe Jacobs.  And I intend to keep you all for myself, for as long as we both shall live.”

“Oh?”  Chloe scoots up until she’s eye-level with me, then plants a kiss upon my lips.  “Is that so?”

“Of course it’s so, Chloe.”  I run my fingers through her hair.  “Why would it ever not be so?  How could I ever be without you?  We’ve been together practically my entire life; I certainly can barely remember any time when you weren’t in my life.”

“In either of your lives, apparently.”

“Maybe, but despite the circumstances of your birth, you’re still you, not Madison.”

“Thank you.”  She kisses me again, then sighs.  “You know, it’s a challenge, at times.”

“What is, love?”

“Loving you and lusting after you so much that I don’t know how I can express it either in words or in actions.”

“I’d say you’re doing a pretty good job, love.  I can feel your love in my mind constantly through our bond.  And I can certainly feel your love all over my body right now, and every other time we kiss or hug and especially during and after sex, and–”

“Sera.”  Chloe glares at me, then kisses me.  “It’s something I’ve thought about for a while…  Especially since the last time we really went all out for each other sexually.  But…”  Her hands make their way to my lower abdomen and begin tracing just underneath my bellybutton.

“You know, Sera, you should be glad.”

“I’m always glad when I’m with you–”

“Please stop interrupting me, Sera.  It’s… a bit embarrassing to say this all out loud.  Please, just give me a moment.”

“Sorry,” I say sheepishly.

She kisses me again, her hand never leaving my skin as she draws circles with her fingers, just above my groin.  “It’s something I haven’t been able to fully get out of my mind, not in the past couple of months.”  She grimaces.  “What I’m saying is, you should consider yourself very, very lucky right now, that I’m a girl.”

She sits up and spreads her legs, revealing all of her external genitalia before me.  Her hand points down to her swollen, throbbing clit standing proudly above her vagina.  “You can see how hard it is right now, as a girl, after I already came three times with you.  If I were a boy, with the body of one, Sera.  There would be absolutely no chance in this life or any other that I’d be able to hold myself back.  And with my current strength, I would absolutely, unequivocally not be able to stop until I’d gotten you pregnant with my child.”

My heart skips a beat.  It’s not something I’ve ever thought of before, and we’re definitely too young for anything of the sort right now, but that doesn’t mean…  No, the more I think about it, the more erotic it actually sounds.  And we can take advantage of the fact it can’t happen to…  As I start thinking about how this would work, I start becoming even more aroused at the potential.

“Would you like to explore that kink sometime, Chloe?” I ask.

“What do you mean?” Chloe asks.

“We can always act that out.  I know you like strapping me, so, maybe I can play around with something that will help give you the feeling of actually being able to fuck me in the traditional way.”

“You’d do that for me, love?”

“Yes–”  I pause.  “Not today; it’s going to take a good while.  But absolutely.  It sounds really hot.”  I shiver at the idea.  “Actually, yeah, definitely we should do this sometime.”

“Thanks, love.”  She lies down beside me.  “I–  I really look forward to it.”

“I do too.”  Our arms wrap around each other and our legs intertwine as we both drift off to sleep.