A classical display

When John got up and stretched, he looked at the clock. The clocks within this Illusion Barrier had not slowed down. However, John had the suspicion that that was actually Magoi’s doing as when he had made his own barriers with time dilation his phone clock usually showed a small difference at the end that fixed itself once he got connected to the internet again. One more reason to finally get whatever allowed people to connect even within barriers.

The clock showed that it was 14 o’clock of the same Monday he had entered the barrier in. He had initially entered the barrier nine real hours ago, and 63 had since passed for him. As the Fateweaver promised, time in here was 700% slower than outside. It also showed him that he had a lot of time left in today so there was no reason to waste that. He opened the shutters and started the process of dragging the clothes from his inventory unto his body. ‘I wonder what I should do with the remainder of the day, grinding, yeah, sure, but what? I could just go into the dungeon and get level 45, or I could get my equipment upgraded first, do something with that Warpstone Jewel and the Spirit of the Radio’s I have,’ he pondered when the door opened, ‘I should also take a look at the Bee, make sure it still works after…’

He turned to see Aclysia standing in the doorframe. Not in the usual 2B dress, he had bought her, but in something that resembled the lingerie A2 was “wearing” in the game. A black nightgown, thick enough to hide her skin but tight enough to leave none of her subtle curves to his imagination, which then went over to black silk-like panties. She had kept the complete stockings and long gloves from the 2B outfit though creating what was, in John’s mind, the best of two worlds.

“I sensed your awakening, master,” Aclysia said and bowed, to not make the plate she was holding tilt unnecessarily she only moved her head to do so, to him. “I have heard that this is a tradition question, therefore, I wanted to ask whether you’d prefer the food,” She presented the plate, it was a beautiful arrangement of bread, fish, and vegetables, “A shower, or me.” John’s eyes went over the body of his creation again.

John had the inkling that this was one of the phrases Aclysia had learned on Reddit again. However, he did not care in the slightest as his blood concentrated in his crotch area. “The last one,” he therefore said. The small jolt of guilty conscience as he remembered what was at stake was quickly drowned out by his realization that this was just part of who he was. He was a giant pervert; there was no denying it and keeping his desires bottled up would not help his stress situation. Nevertheless, he would make this quick.

Aclysia put the plate on his computer desk, and that was about all the patience he could muster before three days’ worth of stress and pushed back desire spurned him to grope Aclysia from behind. He had almost forgotten how soft she could be when she decided to. The silicone that made up her body had not been unaffected by Refined Body and had turned into something that felt like she did not have skin but skin+2. It was just glorious, and so was the feeling as his fingers sunk into her B-Cup breasts.

Aclysia sighed, warm breath that left her lungs and was formed into a soft noise by her pale-red lips and nestled herself against her creator. John could feel her lust, both through her erect nipples and through their mental connection that he was now more aware of than ever. He knew exactly what each of his touches did to her, how the little circling of his palm against her cloth covered nipple sent electric pleasure through her whole body, how his mouth on her neck made her senses sharper for the movements of his hands, the left of which left her breast and traveled downwards. Wherever his hand glided along Aclysia felt a soft prickling and the closer he got to her crotch the more the Artificial Guardian writhed in his arms. She was so strong, he had made her that way, but in his arms that strength didn’t matter as desire consumed both of them. The cloth disappeared under his hands as John reached Aclysia’s panties, and quickly he assaulted the now revealed slit between her legs.

“Aaah, master!” Aclysia exclaimed as his fingers rubbed over her clit. Her body jolted against his, rubbing her soft arse against his groin where his sensitive dick was ruining his pants with dribbles of pre-cum. Still kissing her neck, plunging his left hand into her cunt, he used his right to open his character screen and undo the clothes he had just put on.

With both of them now naked, John had no more mind for foreplay. He was close enough as is and Aclysia was so turned on his fingers were practically drenched in her juices. She knew just as well what he wanted and bent forwards. Using one hand to stabilize herself on the desk she pulled her right butt cheek to the side. The soft valleys her fingers dug into her arse pressing suggestive curves into her significant backside.

John put his hand on the free cheek to feel the otherworldly softness as well. Aclysia had no butthole, because why would she, so the question which hole to use did not occur and even if John had not tried that particular kink yet and was not in the mind for experimenting. No, what he wanted to do was exactly what Aclysia suggested as he grabbed his cock with his free hand and aligned himself with her dripping crotch.

“Fill me,” she gasped, pleadingly, as she felt his dick at her pussy lips. She was looking over her shoulder; long white hair brushed behind her ear to not obscure the vision of her brilliant, light green eyes that reflected her desire just as much as their connection did. With a single swift thrust, he fulfilled her request.

It felt glorious inside her. What three days of abstinence could do to a man that was used to fucking at least once a day, John could not have imagined. The contraction of her folds as they clamped down on his dick, the parting of her inner walls as he pulled back and then pushed in again, the soft moans and depraved expression Aclysia was making from even those little movements. ‘No wonder,’ John thought as he clenched his teeth, ‘With all the bonuses her Libido is almost as high as mine.’

However much he had pushed the thought of fucking back, Aclysia had missed it actually and earnestly. Now that she finally felt her creator's cock fill her again the pleasure was overwhelming. Overwhelming for both of them John realized as his cock, over-sensitive from the recent lack of usage, sent signals to his brain that left no doubt about it, he would come within the next few strokes.

In the same vein, however, he knew that Aclysia was just as sensitive and that he would get her there in time. In fact, the way she trembled, her every breath heavy with lust and desire, her eyes glazed, her mouth wide open, her pussy quivering and contracting all around him, he knew that with the next stroke it would be her orgasm that would pull him over the edge with her. He was completely happy with that and pushed inside once more.

Aclysia howled at the ceiling, a sharp sound, as, just as John had prophesied, her pussy became incredibly tight. The warmth of inner fire and the clenching folds massaged him past the point of no return, and he only pulled halfway out before his balls tightened and driven by the animalistic desire to spread his seed deep inside her he slammed back inside. The cloudy liquid pumped up his shaft and into Aclysia as the stress of the past days unloaded itself as well.

When it was over he….he….”You are still hard, master,” Aclysia moaned as she wiggled her butt with the little self-control she could muster. Indeed, he was, just like the time he lost his virginity, still hard and ready to continue. “Can you take more?” John asked with a bit of worry. Sure, he enjoyed fucking her but the expression she was making looked like she was ready to pass out from the pleasure. In contrast, or in support depending on your stance, a wave of want washed into John’s mind as Aclysia said three simple words, “I WANT more.”

And with that, the whole discussion was had. John pulled back and now, despite his post-orgasmic sensitivity, was ready to fuck her long and hard. Which is exactly what he did. Fuelled by his unloading desires, he grabbed Aclysia by her hips. The warmth of her skin under his hand was nothing against the heat inside her which he was thrusting in and out of with rapid movements.

Aclysia could no longer look at him, her body control was thoroughly fucked away. John saw only her pale white, fine hair shaking every time he impaled her with his dick. Her moans and shouts of pleasure were enough to know that he was doing his job here, that being to bring both of them to the absolute heights of this heated moment.

He was lasting longer than before, but that didn’t mean that he would last long. He was fucking her with such rapid speed, his shaft burying itself inside her wet cunt over and over again, accompanied by the slapping sounds of their hips and her sharp shouts, that this would be over within a short time, a short time filled with nothing but pure bliss.

“Master, how I missed this!” Aclysia confessed, “I wanted you to fuck me! Fuck me every day!” “I will!” John promised to her and himself. If sex was part of him and people considered that shallow, he would gladly accept the accusations of being shallow, he did not care; he loved both feeling this good and making people he cared about feel this good.

His cock pulsated as his second orgasm announced itself. He sent the warning to Aclysia, and all he got back was the absolute want. The channel that connected their minds wide open as their pleasure was doubled. Swung to new heights by each other’s feelings and finally, John could not hold any longer, having lost all control over his instincts like Aclysia had lost control over her body to the heat. A second time he flooded the depths of her pussy with semen, staining her and pumping her full of the hot liquid. He remained inside her until the last drop had splurged out and only then did he pull backward, his softening dick flopping outside.

He managed to waddle the small distance to his office chair and sit down while Aclysia just collapsed on the spot. John was stained with sweat and he was hungry, but the former seemed of more immediate concern, especially as the sight of his cum slowly running out of Aclysia’s pussy somehow awakened his primal side once more. “So, about that shower….”