We were both wrong... It's a fantasy (Pink Trigger)

They say near-**** experiences stretch out before you; your life flashes before your eyes and you lose all sense of time. Well, I must admit, I was at least experiencing the latter effect. I realized, at long last, that we were hanging mid-air, suspended just off the roof.

Ah... This is the power of my love. I was so unwilling to die or to let her die, before I expressed that love, that I used magic to preserve the two of us. Great, pink wings unfolded from my back, allowing me to hang in the air as I flapped them, with Erika now below me.

"Why?! Why did you save me!? And how dare you show magic directly in front of me? You're a shameless witch who uses magic powers in front of the greatest anti-fantasy character of them all, is that it? You really think your Pink Trigger Power is high enough to let you do that?!"

You misunderstand, Erika. I mean... you're correct. I am shameless.

The truth is, I'll rely on whatever means are necessary to achieve the ending I want. Can I reject fantasy completely for erotica? After all, it's only through a witch's power that I can be here.

That witch asked me to rely on the Pink Trigger. This is just me doing as that witch commands.

"You won't survive it."

Ah... You're right about that, Erika. That's why I have to make the most of this brief moment. At long last, I took Erika's lips in my own. I was amazed to find her willing; as my hand reached down to her smooth pussy, I found her wet there as well. She'd actually been pretty excited by this whole chase... Or maybe that was just rainwater. Either way, she seemed into it. I found myself wondering if she was actually always sort of this way when she played her games... maybe there was a part of her that just got off on testing other people and being tested.

Whatever the case, I floated us over to the rooftop again. With my wings forming a massive umbrella over the two of us, finally giving us some blessed relief, I began to strip off my pants as quickly as I could manage. The lightning seemed to be crashing so frequently that the air appeared gold, rather than dark. The thunder was a constant rumble. I could feel Erika rejecting my very existence as a magician, burning me away... I didn't care. I'd allow it, so long as I could have this time with her.

For a person rejecting me so hard on an existential level, she seemed to be enjoying my presence otherwise. I felt her slender legs wrap greedily around my waist, while she put her ero knowledge to use, kissing me deeply with her tongue, even as she muttered various curses about how I couldn't truly exist. I grit my teeth, focusing as much of my remaining Pink Trigger energy into my dick as I could, then finally, blessedly, entered her. I heard her muffled cries as I thrust; the shingled, wet roof was probably not the best place for our fortification, but it was a locale both of us would remember. Well... I'd remember. People don't tend to retain much after my ****.

Her pussy was tight, definitely among the tightest on Rokkenjima. From what I've heard, Erika isn't a stranger to love, though she ends up pushing away all who loved her. As such, I shouldn't be surprised that she doesn't behave like a virgin. What did surprise me, however, was the roughness with which she squeezed my cock and sucked my tongue. This young girl really is a master of the erotic as well as the mysterious...

She might also understand fantasy pretty well, I slowly realized.

Erika squeezed my cum from me, taking it directly inside. Her mouth was like a hungry beasts', pulling at my tongue and seeming to suck the very air out of me in the form of a kiss. I felt myself growing weaker and weaker. In fact, I realized, looking at my graying arm, that I was actually literally becoming a husk. I was too scared to look at what was happening to the rest of my body. My dick seemed to be the only strong part of me left.

"Do you know what it means for me to inherit your game-board?" she asked, briefly drawing her mouth away from mine to smile into my eyes. "It means becoming magic myself. I figure... if you're not going to be using your magic any more... this is as good a way as any for me to inherit in this story, isn't it? Wasn't there another famous visual novel where a sorcerer transfers magic using their semen? Now finish up..."

Ah... That's a cute scheme, Erika...

It's a shame you're never really getting that game-board you wanted, but you can have all of my magic jizz!

With a very dry chuckle, I released one more huge load of jizz into Erika, feeling my body crumble as I did. I watched as the naked Erika, her lap dripping with cum, rocketed into the air and began to dance happily in the rain, now deprived of the wings that were acting as her curtain. She didn't care about the loss of that or of me. She was just ecstatic to claim her place as the owner of this game-board.