Shockingly well

Days passed by. Days becoming weeks. Slowly, Ellie learned more about the new world that would be her home. Jacob was kind and patient. He showed her all of the modern technology. He explained the world, how people not living in the apocalypse were and how the modern political landscape was.

Ellie began to open up more to Jacob. She started to smile and even started having fun with the new technology. One of the first things that Jacob did was get her to play some video games. She quickly fell in love with video games, her favorites being Cyberpunk 2077 and the Resident Evil games.

As Ellie got comfortable in her new world, she started to feel thankful to Jacob. Her life in her old world was a dreary one. And from what Jacob told her, her “creators” intended it that way. Misery was art in their eyes.

Ellie thought the guys who made her game were jackasses.

One day, Ellie and Jacob were relaxing together. Ellie was just about to beat the main story of Cyberpunk 2077…

Her eyes were glued to the screen, her fingers dancing across the controller with a newfound expertise. Jacob sat beside her, observing with a mix of delight and curiosity as she immersed herself in the game. She was fully immersed in the game, the sight of which brought Jacob a deep sense of joy.

As the final mission unfolded, Ellie's anticipation grew, her brow creasing in focus. Jacob's amusement got the better of him, and he let out a low chuckle, prompting Ellie to flash him a lighthearted glance, her eyes aglow with a competitive spark. "Not now," she whispered, her voice hushed, as she coaxed him to silence. The only sound was the soft hum of the TV, a gentle accompaniment to the electric atmosphere of Night City.

Ellie's character, a street-smart cybernetic mercenary named V, glided through the neon-drenched streets with a fluidity that reflected her own burgeoning self-assurance. The controller hummed in her hands as V clashed with enemies in a frenetic battle, the screen ablaze with a kaleidoscope of colors and digital chaos. Jacob observed, struck by Ellie's rapid grasp of the game's intricacies, her fingers moving with the deftness of a skilled musician.

Ellie had just defeated the final boss, Adam Smasher. And was now seeing the end of the game. Her expression was sad as she watched the character of Johnny Silverhand accept his ****. Leaving V alone and dying herself.

“This is such bullshit!” Ellie groaned. “All of that and I’m still dying? What’s the point of the game?”

“Exactly. See my point? It’s the same thing with you and your game.” Jacob says.

Ellie's gaze lingered on the screen, her face a mask of contemplation. The silence between them was palpable, punctuated only by the soft hum of the TV. Her fingers, still grasping the controller, were white with tension. "I see what you mean," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "But this is just a game. It's not real life."

Jacob acknowledged her distinction with a gentle nod. "It may not be real to you, but to the characters in the game it sure is. You know better than anyone about that."

Ellie's eyes locked onto Jacob’s, a spark of comprehension igniting within them. The faintest hint of a smile played on her lips, a subtle indication that she was beginning to grasp the parallels between the game and her own existence.

The two both watched on as the epilogue of the game played out. Ellie got the good ending, riding out into the desert with Panam and the Aldacaldos nomad family. With a melancholic sigh, Ellie closed the game.

“So? Final thoughts on it?” Jacob asks.

“It was really good. I didn’t like how there’s no way to cure V though.” Ellie said. “Also, Panam not being a lesbian is stupid.”

Jacob chuckles at her words, the sound warm and rich in the room. "I think the game's creators made some interesting choices," he says, his eyes sparkling with amusement. He leans back in his chair, a relaxed smile on his face.

Ellie's gaze lingers on the screen, her eyes taking in the final images of the game. The soundtrack's haunting melody fills the room, evoking a mix of emotions within her. A soft sigh escapes her lips, a reflection of the bittersweet feelings that have settled over her.

Jacob's voice breaks the silence, his tone thoughtful. "It's interesting how invested you became in V's story," he says, his eyes never leaving Ellie's face. "Kinda like how I felt with you and your story."

“You’re looking too deep into it.” Ellie shrugs. “It was a good game, had a deep story, fun gameplay, and cool characters. But it’s not life changing or anything.”

“Oh, really now?” Jacob says. “Well, wait till you play Red Dead Redemption 2. That game will have you crying.”

Ellie groans, “God, why? Why does every game have to make the player feel sad? Is it so much to ask for a happy game with a happy ending?”

“Blame the game creators. They would argue that in order to make their games stories relatable, they must be sad. Nothing more universally relatable than misery.” Jacob states.

Ellie's gaze slowly drifted away from the screen, her eyes clouding over with a mix of emotions. "I guess that's the point," she said, her voice laced with a hint of wistfulness. "But can't I just have a game that leaves me feeling uplifted for once?"

Jacob's face softened; his expression empathetic. "I get where you're coming from," he said, his tone measured. "But maybe the value of a game lies not just in its ability to make us feel good, but in its ability to evoke a range of emotions. The highs and lows, the triumphs and tragedies – they all contribute to a richer experience."

Ellie's brow furrowed, her mind working through Jacob's words. She nodded slowly, a look of contemplation settling over her features.

Ellie looks at Jacob, a thoughtful expression on her face. “I guess it makes you appreciate the good things in life more.” Her eyes glimmering with happiness.

Jacob's smile conveyed his satisfaction with Ellie's newfound understanding. He settled back into his chair, his attention drawn to the window, where the setting sun cast a warm, golden light.

Ellie's gaze trailed after his, drinking in the serene view. A soft sigh escaped her lips as a tranquil smile spread across her face. "The sky is stunning," she murmured.

Jacob's focus back on Ellie. “Yeah, it’s nice. But I think there’s something even better to look at.”

Ellie looks back at Jacob, a curious expression on her face. One that quickly melts into a blush as she realizes he’s talking about her. “God you’re such a fucking flirt.” She says, attempting to deflect her embarrassment with a lighthearted jab.

A low, husky laugh rumbles from Jacob's chest, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Guilty as charged," he confesses, his voice dripping with warmth. He inches closer, his gaze locked onto Ellie's, the air between them charged with a palpable tension.

Ellie's pulse stutters, her thoughts careening wildly as she faces a critical point in their relationship. A shiver dances down her spine as she senses the unspoken connection between them, a spark that refuses to be extinguished.

Slowly, as if guided by unseen hands, Ellie and Jacob lean towards each other. With a final hesitant glance, their lips meet, the touch sending a spark of electricity through both of them.

The kiss is brief, and soft. Jacob smiles warmly, and Ellie feels conflicted. "This isn't right."

"Why not?" Jacob asks.

"Cause you bought me." Ellie groans. "I'm not a real person. And yet I am real. I'm alive, I can think and dream and emote. And I belong to someone. I have **** but to be here. To be with you. And that fucking sucks."

Jacob looks down at the floor, a wave of shame flowing over him. "I'm sorry, Ellie. If i could undo it-"

"No!" Ellie interrupts him. "That's the problem. I don't want you to undo it. I'm happy here. I'm happier than I've been in fucking years. Since Joel died..." Ellie begins to cry. Jacob leans closer to her, gently putting his arm around her as she cries into his shoulder.

"I hate you for bringing me here and I'm so fucking happy that you did. It doesn't make sense." Ellie sobs.

Jacob says nothing. What is there to say? He just holds her, lovingly. He prays that she will accept her situation. That she will just stop thinking about the past. But of course, he hates himself for wishing that. Jacob genuinely loves Ellie, and her forgetting where she came from would be a true tragedy.

Ellie stops crying and looks up at Jacob. Her eyes wide and puffy from the tears. She sniffs, her nose running now. "Why me?"

"Hm?" Jacob asks.

"Why me?" Ellie asks again. "Why not any other character. Why did you pick me?"

Jacob is silent for a few moments. Moments that stretch of for eternity. "Because you don't think you deserve to be happy. And I wanted to prove you wrong."

Neither of them says anything more. Ellie stares into Jacobs eyes, her expression unreadable. Then, with no warning, she leans back in and kisses him again. The world around them dissolves, leaving only the gentle pressure of their lips, the soft whisper of their breaths, and the pounding of their hearts. The kiss begins as a tentative exploration, but as the seconds tick by, it becomes more passionate, more urgent.

Ellie's eyelids drift downward, her eyes closing as she yields to the sensation. Jacob's hands now find their way to her face, cradling it with a gentle touch. His thumbs graze her cheekbones, sending a shiver coursing through her body. The air is charged with tension, the silence between them filled with the promise of something more.

Their passionate kiss deepens, their tongues entwining with vigor. Suddenly, Ellie pushes Jacob away. Jacob is afraid that she's about to run away from him again. But his shocked eyes widen as he watches Ellie pull her shirt off.

With a swift motion, Ellie sheds her shirt, the fabric pooling at her feet. Her skin, etched with scars and bruises, is a testament to her unyielding spirit. The gentle rise and fall of her chest betray her racing heart.

Jacob's gaze is transfixed, his eyes burning with a mix of astonishment and reverence. Ellie’s lean, petite frame was like marble. Her nipples hard and erect. And she blushes deeply as he stares at her.

With renewed intensity, they lock lips once more, the urgency of their connection palpable. Jacob's hands, initially frozen in surprise, now embark on a gentle exploration of Ellie's exposed skin, his fingertips dancing across her scars. Each mark, a testament to her unyielding spirit, only serves to deepen his admiration for her.

Ellie, for her part, feels a complex tapestry of emotions unraveling within her. Fear and vulnerability wrestle with a burgeoning sense of trust, a sense that Jacob's intentions are genuine and true. As his hands cradle her skin, she feels the weight of her past slowly lifting, replaced by a sense of freedom and abandon.

Their lips move in perfect sync, a harmonious blend of tender and fierce. Jacob's fingers graze Ellie's skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. She arches into his touch, her hands delving into his hair, the soft strands a gentle caress against her fingertips.

As they surrender to the moment, the world around them dissolves into a soft focus, the only clarity found in the sensations coursing through their bodies. Ellie's pulse throbs in time with Jacob's, their hearts beating as one. Her breathing quickens, the air catching in her throat as Jacob's touch ignites a fire that threatens to consume her.

Once more they break apart, both Jacob and Ellie feverishly pulling their clothes off.

Their movements become a frenzied waltz, driven by the all-consuming passion that has taken hold of them. As Jacob's shirt is discarded, Ellie's eyes grow wide, her pulse racing with anticipation.

With a fluid motion, Jacob sheds his pants, standing before Ellie with unbridled confidence. Ellie's breath catches in her throat, her gaze devouring the sight of him. Her eyes particularly drawn to his fully erect cock.

Jacob's eyes remain fixed intently on Ellie, his desire for her palpable. He takes a step closer, the distance between them dwindling too almost nothing.

Ellie's heart skips a beat as the warmth of Jacob's body envelops her, her breathing suspended in anticipation.

Jacob's fingers make contact with Ellie's cheek, his gentle caress sending a shiver down her spine. Her eyelids drift shut, and she tilts her head, inviting more of his touch. His hand glides down the curve of her neck, his thumb tracing the erratic rhythm of her pulse.

Ellie's hands, now steadier, rise to explore Jacob's torso. Her fingertips dance across the ridges of his chest, and his muscles tense in response, his chest rising with a sharp intake of breath. As she delves deeper, her palms molding to the contours of his body, Jacob's eyes never leave hers, burning with an unspoken promise.

Jacob grips Ellie’s shoulders, and he firmly guides her to lay on her back on the couch. He kisses his way down her body, starting at her lips, moving his way to her neck, then her collarbone, then he reaches her small tits.

As Jacob's mouth closes around her nipple, a jolt of pleasure shoots through Ellie, her back arching in response. His hands wander over her body, mapping the contours of her skin, from the toned muscles of her arms to the gentle swell of her hips. The air is thick with tension as Ellie's breath catches in her throat, her pulse racing with anticipation.

Jacob's lips blaze a trail down her stomach, his fingers tracing the curves of her waist before drifting to the soft skin of her thighs. With a gentle touch, he coaxes her legs apart, his gaze drinking in the sight of her. Ellie's emotions teeter on the edge of vulnerability and excitement, her body thrumming with a mix of trepidation and desire as Jacob's eyes burn with an unspoken hunger.

“Tell me you want this.” Jacob says. “Tell me that you want me.”

Ellie's gaze lingers on Jacob's, searching for a glimmer of reassurance. She finds it in the depths of his eyes, a silent plea for connection that transcends the boundaries of their reality.

With a quiet resolve, Ellie's voice barely above a whisper, she responds, "I want this, Jacob. I want you."

As the words leave her lips, a shiver of anticipation courses through her, her heart pounding in her chest. The air is charged with tension, the silence between them filled with the promise of something more.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Jacob dipped his head forward. His mouth latching onto her wet pussy with a greediness that a dragon couldn’t imagine.

Ellie's body lifted off the couch, her spine curving as a surge of pleasure coursed through her. Jacob's tongue probed her depths with unbridled enthusiasm, his fingers digging into her hips to hold her in place.

As he feasted on her, Ellie's fingers clenched into fists, her nails biting into the couch cushions. Her breathing fractured, her chest rising and falling in sharp, staccato bursts. Jacob's lips and tongue worked in tandem, coaxing her toward the precipice with each deliberate stroke.

The air was heavy with tension, the only sound the soft, wet suction of Jacob's mouth and Ellie's ragged gasps. Her body trembled, poised on the brink of release, as Jacob's relentless pace pushed her ever closer to the edge.

As Ellie's body arched, her muscles tensed, and her breath caught, a wave of pleasure washed over her. Her fingers dug deep into the couch cushions, the fabric bunching beneath her nails, as a cry of ecstasy tore from her lips. Jacob's tongue continued to coax out every last tremor of pleasure from her body, his strokes gentle yet insistent.

As the pleasure ebbed, Ellie's body relaxed, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. Jacob lifted his head, his lips shining with her essence, and his eyes burning with a mix of satisfaction and unfulfilled desire. His gaze locked onto hers, the connection between them crackling with unspoken promise.

The two renewed their loving kiss. Ellie shuttering with lust as she tasted herself on his lips. As they separated their mouths, Ellie looks into Jacob’s eyes, “I want you. Please, please fuck me.”

Jacob hesitated for a moment. To his knowledge, Ellie had never been with a man. In the game world she came from, she was a lifelong lesbian.

Jacob's hesitation was brief, his concern for Ellie's comfort warring with the unbridled desire that radiated from her very being. He searched her face, seeking reassurance that she was ready for this step.

"Are you certain?" he asked, his voice low and rough with restraint.

Ellie's nod was emphatic, her gaze burning with an inner fire. "I'm positive, Jacob. I want this. I want you." She smiled. "I need you."

As he leaned in, their lips met in a passionate kiss, the connection between them sparking like a live wire. Jacob's hands explored her body, tracing the contours of her skin with a gentle reverence, his touch igniting a fresh wave of desire. The sweetness of her lips and the subtle tang of her arousal mingled on his tongue, leaving him breathless and wanting more.

As they kissed, Jacob positioned himself between her legs, her body vibrating with anticipation.

Jacob's gaze roamed over Ellie's face, drinking in the sight of her parted lips and closed eyes. Her chest rose and fell in a staccato rhythm, her heartbeat thrumming through her entire body. The air vibrated with unspoken promise, the silence between them deafening.

As he poised himself at her entrance, Jacob felt the warmth of her desire envelop him. He took a deep breath, letting the moment stretch out before him like a promise. With a gentle, deliberate movement, he began to enter her, his body easing into hers with a slow, sweet intimacy.

Ellie's body tensed around him, her muscles adjusting to the new sensation. Jacob's eyes locked onto hers, watching as her eyelids fluttered open, her gaze meeting his in a flash of connection. He moved with a slow, measured pace, giving her time to adjust to the feel of him inside her. The world narrowed to the space between them, the only sound the soft, ragged catch of Ellie's breath.

Jacob's pace was measured, each deliberate thrust a testament to his self-control. He was deeply aware of the trust Ellie had placed in him, and the vulnerability she had exposed by allowing him this intimate connection. Her body was a canvas of sensations, each inch of her skin a new discovery waiting to be made. His fingertips danced across the lines of her scars, a silent acknowledgment of her past and a silent vow to safeguard her future.

As Ellie's body adapted to the gentle invasion, her breathing slowed, and a soft warmth began to kindle within her core. The initial tension gave way to a growing sense of ease, her muscles relaxing as she surrendered to the sensation of Jacob's presence within her. Her eyes, once closed in concentration, now fluttered open, locking onto Jacob's in a flash of connection that spoke volumes about the depth of their emotional bond.

Her hand finds his, and she guides his hand towards her throat. Confused. Jacob watched as Ellie made Jacob’s hand grip her throat. A playful, loving smile rested on her face.

Jacob's fingers wrapped around Ellie's throat; his grip tentative as he searched her face for any sign of hesitation. But Ellie's expression remained serene, her eyes locked on his with an unwavering trust. The gentle pressure of his fingers seemed to spark a deeper connection between them, and her chest rose with a soft, surrendering sigh.

As he deepened his hold, Ellie's eyelids drifted shut, her lips parting in a silent invitation. The subtle submission ignited a primal response within Jacob, and he began to move with a renewed sense of purpose. His strokes lengthened, each one a slow, deliberate exploration of her depths.

Their bodies harmonized in a sensual dance, the air thickening with the promise of release. The world around them melted away, leaving only the thrum of their heartbeats and the soft, ragged cadence of their breathing. In this intimate, wordless language, they spoke of trust, of surrender, and of the unspoken promise that bound them together.

Jacob's fingers constricted slightly, his thumb tracing the erratic beat of Ellie's pulse. Her gaze snapped to his, burning with an unspoken fervor. The air seemed to vibrate with the promise of release, their bodies moving in tandem like a finely tuned instrument.

In this fleeting instant, Jacob felt an overwhelming sense of responsibility. He was acutely aware of the trust Ellie had placed in him, and the depth of her surrender. A fierce protectiveness welled up within him, a primal urge to shield her from harm and lavish her with affection.

As his emotions swirled to the surface, Jacob's movements became more insistent, his body seeking to claim Ellie's on a deeper level. Her breath caught in her throat, her muscles contracting around him in a sweet, instinctual response.

Feeling his climax approaching, Jacob began to speed his thrust up. In seconds, a loud smacking sound filling the air as Jacob fucked Ellie with a furious passion. Ellie’s moans of pleasure were like honey in Jacob’s ears, his grip around her throat tightening in a firm, but not painful way.

Ellie's body arched beneath him, her muscles coiling around him in a tight, unyielding grip. Her breath hitched in her throat, her chest heaving with each ragged inhale. The room was filled with the symphony of their lovemaking, the sound of their bodies moving together in perfect harmony.

Jacob's pace quickened, his hips driving forward with a fierce intensity. His fingers constricted around her throat, his thumb pulsing in time with her racing heartbeat. Ellie's response was immediate, her body yielding to his touch as she teetered on the brink of release. Her moans grew louder, a sweet, husky sound that fueled Jacob's passion and drove him closer to the edge. As Jacob's own release approached, his movements became more urgent, his body straining towards the edge. With a final, powerful thrust, he let go, his body shuddering as he found his release within Ellie. The sensation was heightened by the tight grip of her muscles around him, and for a moment, they were lost in the pure, unadulterated pleasure of their union.

As they slowly came back to themselves, Jacob carefully withdrew from Ellie, his fingers still cradling her throat. He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a gentle, affectionate kiss. Ellie's gaze rose to meet his, her eyes shining with a soft, **** light.

Jacob's hand slid from her throat to her cheek, his fingertips tracing the delicate curve of her face. In her eyes, he saw a depth of emotion that took his breath away – a raw, unguarded vulnerability that she had only revealed to him in this moment. It was a glimpse into a part of Ellie that he had never seen before, and it filled him with a sense of wonder and awe.

As he gazed at her, Jacob's lips returned to hers, this time in a slow, lingering caress that spoke volumes about the love and adoration he felt for her.

No words were spoken. After a few minutes of gentle, passionate kissing, Jacob picked Ellie up and carried her to his bedroom. Once inside, he placed her in his bed, and he climbed in beside her.

The bedside lamp cast a warm, golden light over the room, illuminating the gentle contours of Ellie's face. Jacob's fingers grazed the curve of her shoulder, his touch imbued with a sense of reverence.

As he gazed at her, he became aware of the subtle rise and fall of her chest, her breathing a soothing melody that filled the silence. The air was heavy with the scent of their passion, a primal aroma that lingered like a promise.

Ellie's eyelids lifted, her gaze meeting Jacob's with a soft, unguarded intensity. Her eyes seemed to hold a world of emotion, a depth of feeling that Jacob felt privileged to witness.

Jacob's eyes locked onto Ellie's, and he was struck by the emotion that shone within them. It was as if she had laid bare her very soul, and he felt humbled by the trust she had placed in him.

His fingers continued to dance across her shoulder, the gentle touch a testament to the deep affection he felt for her. In this moment, their connection seemed to transcend the physical, speaking to a profound bond that existed between them.

As he gazed at her, a sense of gratitude swelled within Jacob's chest. He felt thankful for the intimacy they had just shared, a moment that had woven their hearts together in a way that felt almost sacred.

They lay like this, sleep slowly taking them. Their last thoughts and sights were of each other. And sleep takes them.