Project Seraphina [LitRPG, Magitech, GL]
Chapter 2.73x The First Night (R-18)

Chloe pulls me by my arm into her bedroom, closing the door behind me.  She’s got a cute pink bathrobe on, the neckline scandalously low and the top of the robe barely covering half her thigh.  I don’t know what kind of undergarments she has underneath.  I suspect the answer is ‘none’, but honestly, I’m hoping she actually is wearing some.  Mostly because I want to take them off myself.  No, better yet, watch her remove them from her own body.

I try to pull her into my embrace, but instead she drags me to her bed.  I put up a token resistance which she easily overcomes, all but throwing me supine in the center.  She then crawls on top of me until her face reaches my lips.  A gentle, chaste kiss follows, a sweet taste I will never not savor.

She pulls back slightly, activating her [Ethersight] and staring into my eyes.  Her fingers caress my cheek and trace their way down my neck and then along the exposed bit of my collarbone, all while she smiles that grin that fills me with desire.  

My breath quickens and my heart races.  Her hands pause on my breasts, only exacerbating my arousal that much more.  She gives them a gentle squeeze.  Even separated by the thin cotton fiber of my t-shirt, it still feels way too good!  And with it being Chloe, kneeling over me, grinning that sweet, seductive grin that sends my heart and nethers wild.

As much as I wish her glorious, nimble fingers would linger longer, her hands don’t stop their downward descent.  Each of them traces the curves of my body over my t-shirt.  She rubs my sides, letting her hands feel the curves of my waist and hips, which she exaggerates for emphasis, all while her eyes remain firmly on my own.

She bites her lower lip, and for a split second, I think I see her tongue slip out, as though she’s licking her lips.  All the while her hands have continued their journey across my body, spiraling around my navel, all before slipping them under my shirt.  She proceeds upward, again caressing my stomach, then tracing their way up my torso.  She traces her thumbs underneath the bottom of my breasts, eliciting a whimper as I try to suppress my building desire.  Part of me wants to take her right then and there.  But an even bigger part of me hopes she’ll dispense with any pretense of subtlety and just use me until my body has completely expired.

Instead, she does neither, teasing my breasts, tracing little circles that graze against them, always avoiding my more sensitive bits.  She’s grinning at me the whole time, refusing to kiss me or do anything else other than just make me squirm.  I can tell just by the way her confidence is building that she’s having the time of her life right now, all while her fingers are driving me crazy and I can do nothing but lie back in silence and let her–

She finally grabs my breasts— both at once— and gives them an electrifying squeeze.  A yelp escapes me.  Goddesses help me, the warmth of her fingers and the cool breeze from the fan above her bed are both–  “Ahh!” I groan out.  “More,” I whisper.  “Please, Chloe.  I want more.”

She denies me, the damn tease.  Her hands move further up, taking the fabric of my shirt with them.  I raise my arms, helping her get my shirt off.  She tosses it to the side and moves her hands back to my breasts, cupping them as best as she can as she leans in toward me.

“I’ve been envious of you for so long, Sera.  Envious of these breasts.  Envious of how they make people stare at you and…”  She leans in and sucks on my nipple.  Hard, without mercy.  And I can’t handle the sensation building throughout my whole body.  Too intense, too…

I scream.  I try to stifle my moan in a nearby pillow.  But Chloe stops me, grinning at seeing me the way I am now.

“Damn, Seraphina, I am so envious of your perfect breasts.  It’s almost a shame that no one else is ever going to get to see them.”  She pauses and kisses my other nipple.  “I used to feel inadequate about myself, because I’d compare my body to yours.  I wished I could be you some of the time.”

“You’d want to be me?” I ask.  “But you’re gorgeous, Chloe.  You’re pretty and cute and charming and adorable and–”

“But not hot or sexy.  I wished I could be like you, all but radiating pure sex appeal.”

“Chloe, I think you’re sexy.  I think you’re hot and stunning and gorgeous and right now, I want you to stop teasing me and start having sex with me.  I want you to either get that robe off or let me tear it off you right this second.”

Her hands haven’t left my breasts.  They continue to grope at me and fondle me and her fingers are tracing along my areolae, teasing my nipples, forcing them to stand at full attention as they beg for more.  But the desire of my breasts is but a drop in the ocean compared with the heat building in my stomach, dropping lower in my body.  My heartbeat is throbbing between my legs, that desire demanding a release that only Chloe can properly give.  In the meantime, my hands try to slip underneath my pants, only to be pulled back by my love.

“Not yet, Sera,” she whispers, a carefully choreographed sultry tone mixed with moans of her own desire. And yet again with the coy giggle.  She knows exactly what she’s doing to me and dammit, it’s working perfectly.  “We’ll get there.  Don’t you worry.  By the time I’m done with you, you won’t be able to think anymore.  Well, not about anything other than me.”

Hot damn!  When did she learn to talk dirty like that?

She leans up, pulling apart the knot on the piece of fabric keeping her bathrobe tied shut.  It slides to the ground, revealing a matching red lingerie set.  A swift and deft flourish of her fingers follows, after which her bra slides off and joins the rest of her robe on our bedroom floor.

She looks away from me, blushing slightly as I take in the beautiful sight before me.  She crosses her arms across the lower part of her chest as though to hide her small but very sexy bosom.  In actuality, however, her arms merely frame and accentuate the gorgeous, svelte frame of my girlfriend and— after tonight— lover.  And my jaw drops at the beautiful scene on display for me and me alone.

“Please let me touch?” I mutter.  Her hands have wandered back to my own breasts in the interim, and I’m going to need some sort of release soon or else I’m going to burst.  And the only way I’m likely to get it is if I get Chloe riled up enough to want to join me in the throes of mutual ecstasy and pure pleasure.

She gives me a nod and a whimper.  I caress her waist and trace my fingers along the soft, warm flesh of her stomach.  I kiss her lips as I set her gently down upon the bed, straddling over her nearly-naked body.  More kisses follow, tracing her neck, her shoulders, her upper torso.  I ignore her breasts, those two perky nipples standing fully erect, demanding satiation.  No, she wants to rile me up?  She can suffer the consequences of those actions.

Her pleading eyes bear down upon me.  Goodness, I want to take of her and claim her and make her mind spiral in pure pleasure as I make her mine in every way.  And I will do exactly that tonight.  But I’m going to make her squirm and plead and beg for it all first.

“Please…” she mutters.  Her legs rub together, twitching on occasion.  I can smell her lust and desire.  I can see how her panties have dampened from her arousal.  She wants it.  But not enough.  Not yet.

Her fingers trace around her waist, trying to pull the last of her clothing off.  I stop her, taking her hands in mine and continuing to tease and caress her body.  And I delight in watching her body twitch and squirm as my kisses along her body turn to licks.  I suckle her flesh and press my fingers into the small of her back, leaving my marks all over her body.

“No healing,” I say.  “Not tonight.  Tonight, I’m going to mark you and claim you.”

Her jaw opens, but before I can protest, I give her body a two-pronged assault, my tongue diving into her mouth as my hands grip her breasts.  She moans into me as I flick my thumbs against those gorgeous, sexy nipples.  I squeeze them, all the while our tongues dance against one another.

Her tongue slips beneath mine, licking its underside.  I roll around and repeat the same to her.  Her hands grip my breasts and the two of us squeeze in unison, breaking our liplock with matching moans.  And all the while, my arousal continues to crash forward, heat intensifying like a nuclear reactor between my legs about to go supercritical.  Her twitching hasn’t stopped either.  If anything, it’s only gotten worse.  Even with her panties still on, she tries to wrap her legs around my stomach and grind herself into me.  I have denied her to this point.  But no longer. She’s ready now, and I don’t think I can take another moment myself.

I stand up, waiting for Chloe to regain enough semblance of sanity for her eyes to focus.  But as soon as she sees me slipping my pajama bottoms onto the floor next to her robe, she sobers up from our sex-laden stupor and stares.

She bites her lip.  Her pupils dilate.  Her entire body shivers.  I accept the invitation, pulling the elastic band of my own panties, sliding them against my hips, dropping them onto my thighs, and letting them fall onto the floor.  And Chloe gasps.

“My goddess,” she whispers.  “Not fair.”

I slip my hands inside her panties as well, sliding them down her legs and letting the soaked fabric rest on its new carpet home next to mine.

“Not fair?” I ask.  “What’s not fair is the fact that your body gets to be this sexy.”

She blushes.

My fingers trace along her hip joint, grazing her front and making their way slowly but deliberately to her inner thigh.  Already I feel her heat and wetness.  But I’m taken off guard when she spreads her legs apart and shows me the entirety of her nethers.

“Yeah, not fair indeed,” I say, taking it all in.  “Nothing is fair compared with this.”

My fingers graze her lower lips.  Slowly, gently, teasing her just a bit longer as I touch all of the glossy surfaces of her exterior.  Waiting for her to say it, to assert her will, to tell me exactly what she wants me to do. 

It doesn’t take long.

“Seraphina,” she says in a pant.  “Inside me.  Please.”

I slip my middle finger within her.  It slides inside her effortlessly, the wetness and the pulsing sensation pulling me in further.  The warmth is doing something to me, building a chain reaction that exacerbates the warmth between my own legs.  But Chloe only giggles.  I stand nonplussed until she explains.

“Sera, we’re having sex now,” she says.  “I’ve been fantasizing about this exact moment for years.  Please, do it all to me.  Make me lose my ability to think.”

I slip my finger deeper into her, until she’s taken the entire length down to the knuckle.

“Not enough,” she says.  “Need more Sera in me.  More fingers,” she commands.

I slip my ring finger in next, feeling her inside walls tightening around me.  Her back arches, thrusting her sexy stomach and hips closer toward me.  And she starts rocking and forth, gyrating her hips while her hands keep me firmly within her.  Her legs wrap around my waist as she starts to moan louder and louder.  And the moment my thumb grazes against her upper bits, she loses it.

“Seraphina!” she screams.  “Right there!  Keep doing exactly that!”

I’m powerless to do anything except watch her as she keeps building toward her climax.  Her supple skin glistens with sweat and wetness.  Our bedroom smells like the raw, passionate sex we’re having.  And I love it.  Love her, love watching her, love what I’m doing to her, love imagining myself having all of that happening to me.  

I lean in for a kiss upon her right breast as I squeeze her left with my mechanical hand.  And that sets her over the edge, her screams becoming disoriented messes of syllables as her wetness seeps all over my hand and onto the comforter beneath.  Chloe breathes heavily, her stamina clearly spent as she slowly falls down into a contented afterglow.  She spreads open her legs to let me watch the last moments of her orgasm and aftershocks, all while wearing the biggest, proudest grin on her face.  Goddesses help me, I want to be Chloe right now.

I lie down next to her and stare at her.  I stroke her cheek and kiss her lips and neck and nibble her ear and just do whatever I can to give her the most blissful existence possible.

“Sera,” she whispers.  “I love you.  And it was a wonderful first time with you.  I can only imagine how much better the second and third times are going to be.”

“Thanks.  It was fun for me too.  And I love you as well.”

She sighs.  “I want to stay like this all night until sleep takes me.”

“No one is stopping you, Chloe love.”

“Actually, there is one thing that is stopping me.”

“What?”

“You haven’t had a turn yet, Sera.  I’m not going to leave you to do all the work while I’m the only one who gets to get off.”

“You sure?”

She leans in for a kiss.  “I am.  I still need to fulfill my promise to myself.”

“What promise was that?”

“I was going to give you sex so mind-blowing that you won’t be able to imagine yourself with another woman for the rest of your life.  Besides, I could tell by the way you were gawking at me.  When I was riding that high, you wanted to be me, to experience what I was experiencing.”

“I was so envious of you and your body, Chloe.”

Chloe gives me another, much harder and more passionate kiss.  She rubs her right leg between my own and grinds her thigh between my own.  The moment she starts forcing me to grind on her, I start dripping all over her leg.  I blush, but she just grins.

My mind starts to spin.  My heart races, thinking of losing myself to the intensity of Chloe’s assault.  And then all of those thoughts fade as her finger slides inside me for a brief moment.

“And I need to know one other thing.”

“What’s that?” I mutter semi-coherently. 

She spins around on top of me, but her thigh doesn’t budge from its place between my legs, grinding against my intimate bits.  Her kisses are less ‘kisses’ and more ‘licks’ now, and she too is marking me with every hickey and scratch and miniature bruise she leaves from pushing her fingers into my skin.

“I need to know how every part of you tastes.”

My heart quickens and my mind spins with possibilities.  She sucks my nipples hard and fast, her tongue licking and flicking them within her mouth to heighten my pleasure that much further.  But she again denies me the release I need, moving lower, to my stomach, then to my waist, then my outer thighs before she reaches my inner thighs.  She pulls my legs apart and she gawks.

“And you said it wasn’t fair because of what mine looked like.”  She licks her lips once more.  “Dessert is served, bon appetit!”

She lunges tongue first into my slit, lapping up my fluids as fast as I secrete them.  She and I are both moaning in perfect harmony.  But right as I’m at the edge, just another second or two from my climax, Chloe stops.  Damn her!

She giggles once more.  “I’m so sorry, love,” she says.  “It’s rude to enjoy a meal without offering you a bite.  Here.”

She leans in and kisses me once more, painting the top of my mouth with my own secretions.  I…  I don’t know if it’s the sweet nectar Chloe seems to think it is, but it’s not unpleasant, either.  She gives me another tongue caress, her hands on my breasts once more, continuing to keep me right on the edge and I just can’t take it anymore!

“Chloe!  Finish me right now!” I say.

Chloe refuses.  She stares at me.  She licks her lips suggestively, then slides her fingers between her own legs.  I try to do the same, but she stops me.

“Maybe I should give myself another round,” she says.  “I do deserve it, after all.  We’ve been fighting so much, and I’ve been going along with what you’ve wanted to do.  I should get to have some pleasure all for myself now.  But don’t worry, you’ll get to watch the whole thing, start to finish.  That’s only fair, isn’t it, Sera?”

She leans back and sticks her finger inside herself, moaning all the while.  She takes her goddamn sweet time, her legs fully splayed, showing herself off to me.  And all the while she’s left me on the edge, unable either to climax or come down on my own.  I can’t even be mad with how incredible the view is.

“Please,” I say.

“What do you say?” she asks.

“I said please!” I protest.

“Please what?”  That damn coy giggle again.

“Chloe Jacobs, please stick that finger back inside me and finish me off, so help me goddess–”

I can’t finish that sentence before two fingers thrust inside me and send me off to the promised land.

I don’t know how much time passes.  Maybe a few minutes.  Maybe an hour.  It’s all a blissful dreamlike state which blurs together into a big cloud of happy contentment.  Chloe’s body and my own lie intertwined, nude skin pressing against nude skin, our juices spilled everywhere, our clothes still strewn about the floor, our bodies both weak and whimpering.  The chill of the bedroom air contrasts with the warmth still throbbing within my body, warmth that pulses a bit more with each aftershock that follows.

Chloe is perfect.  That’s all I can think of.  Just as she promised.

She curls in next to me, taking her position as my little spoon.  And I wrap my two arms, one mechanical, one organic, around her, pulling our bodies against one another, listening and feeling as our breathing and heartbeats both synchronize.

“Good night, Chloe love,” I say.

“Good night, Sera, my love.”