After Work

Usually, the more vivid and solid someone's projection appears, the more sexual desire they are feeling in that moment. Currently, Kara's projection is barely translucent anymore, and Sam can see some amount of color in the ghostly apparition that it is. He tries to maintain a neutral expression, but it's hard not to be drawn in by the provocative image. Kara's projection takes a step closer to him, her eyes locked onto his. Sam's breath catches in his throat as he feels a jolt of arousal. He can't help but wonder what Kara is thinking, what desires are driving this projection.

The gown seems to shimmer in the light, and Sam's eyes are drawn to the way it clings to her curves.

Suddenly, Shayla's projection flashes back into his peripheral vision, her body now bent over a table, her ass raised high in the air. Sam's cock twitches in response, and he feels a bead of sweat trickle down his forehead. He tries to focus on Kara's projection, but his eyes dart back and forth between the two women, his mind racing with the possibilities.

Kara's projection takes another step closer, her eyes never leaving his. Sam's heart pounds in his chest as he feels himself becoming more and more aroused.

Suddenly they disappear, and the real Kara is standing in front of him, her cheeks slightly flushed.

Sam's eyes dart back and forth, trying to read her expression. He can't help but wonder if she's aware of the projection, if she knows what she's been thinking.

"Sam, I think you've done enough for today," Kara says, her voice soft and gentle. "Why don't you take the rest of the day off? You can come back tomorrow and start working on the dagger."

Sam nods, still trying to process what just happened. He feels like he's been punched in the gut, his arousal still simmering just below the surface. He tries to stand up, but his legs feel like jelly, his cock still throbbing in his pants.

"Follow me, Sam," she says, her voice soft and husky. Sam's eyes are drawn to her lips, which seem to be slightly parted, inviting him to take a step closer.

As he follows Kara, Sam can't help but notice the sway of her hips, the way her black hair falls down her back like a waterfall of night. Her projection reappears, this time dressed in a black leather corset, her breasts spilling out of the top. Sam's cock twitches in response, and he feels a bead of sweat trickle down his forehead. Her projection is almost completely solid, which reinforces the notion that she's definitely horny, although Sam doesn't recognize this.

Kara leads him to a small room in the back of the guild hall, the walls lined with shelves containing various tools and materials. The room is dimly lit, the only light coming from a small window high above. Sam's eyes adjust slowly, and he notices a small, velvet-covered table in the center of the room.

As they move closer to the table, Sam's gaze is drawn to Kara's projection, which is now standing beside her, mirroring her movements. The black leather corset seems to be molded to her body, and Sam's cock twitches in response as he takes in the sight. Kara's real body brushes against his, and Sam feels a jolt of electricity run through his veins.

"What's this?" Sam asks, trying to keep his voice steady as he gestures to the table.

"I wanted to show you something," Kara says, her voice low and husky.

Kara's real body brushes against his again, and Sam feels another jolt of electricity run through his veins. He tries to focus on her words, but his eyes keep darting back to the projection, which is now running its hand over the velvet-covered table. The gesture is sensual, and Sam's cock twitches in response.

The air in the room seems to grow thicker, and Sam can feel the tension building between them. Kara begins to unbutton her shirt, her eyes never leaving Sam's. Her projection fades away as he begins to focus on the real Kara. Sam's heart pounds in his chest as he watches her. He can feel his cock growing harder, straining against his pants. Kara's top falls to the floor, revealing a black lace bra that barely contains her ample breasts. Sam's eyes widen as he takes in the sight, his breath catching in his throat.

Kara's leans in closer to Sam, her lips brushing against his ear. "I've wanted this for a long time," she whispers, her voice low and husky.

Sam's heart pounds in his chest as he feels Kara's breath against his skin. He can feel the heat radiating off of her body, and he knows that she wants him just as much as he wants her in this moment.

Kara's real body presses against his, her breasts pushing against his chest. She pulls his chin forward, their lips colliding in a passionate kiss. Sam's heart pounds in his chest as he feels Kara's tongue slide into his mouth.

Sam's hands instinctively wrap around her waist, pulling her closer as their tongues dance together. The air in the room is thick with tension, and Sam can feel the magic in the air responding to their passion. Kara's fingers slide down his chest, her nails scraping against his skin, sending shivers down his spine. She breaks away from the kiss, her eyes locked onto his, her pupils dilated with desire. Sam's gaze drops to her chest, where her breasts are heaving with each ragged breath. He can see the outline of her nipples through the lace of her bra, and his mouth waters at the prospect of tasting them.