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The Fallen Gamer 328
🕑 Added 2025-03-15 06:15:44 +0000 UTCA/N: The beginning has a short R-18. Yeah, I know... I couldn't help myself ;)
Chapter 328:
– Layla –
A few hours later…
I lay sprawled across the bed with a contented sigh, gazing at the ceiling. My entire body hummed with lingering desire.
Trihexa’s tongue worked between my thighs, and it was all I could do to keep my breathing steady.
I tried to relax, yet I couldn’t help smiling whenever I felt her soft lips brush against my most sensitive flesh. She was so enthusiastic. I had been with people who were confident and skilled, but Trihexa’s raw curiosity and inexperience combined into something uniquely erotic.
My sheets were bunched around me, still a bit damp from our earlier activities. I slowly curled my toes, savoring each warm pulse of pleasure as Trihexa licked up along my folds. The tension in my muscles melted with every new stroke of her tongue.
I glanced down past my breasts, and my gaze met Trihexa’s bright red eyes. Her dark hair spilled around her face, and she gripped my thighs like she wanted to anchor herself in place.
I smiled at her, giving her a small nod of encouragement. “Right there,” I breathed, guiding her gently by pressing my hand to the back of her head. “What you’re doing… it’s perfect.”
She kept her eyes locked on mine for a moment, then moved them lower, focusing on my glistening flesh. I felt a shiver run up my spine. Her tongue flicked against my clit, and the sudden spark made my hips jerk. She paused like she was checking if I was okay, then found a steady, teasing rhythm that had me moaning softly.
She was such a quick learner. She moved in slow, experimental motions at first, tilting her head to kiss different spots, or changing pressure to see how I reacted. Whenever I let out a louder moan or my legs trembled, she lingered there, licking in tight, deliberate circles before experimenting somewhere else. The sensation built in waves of tingling warmth.
I let out a shaky laugh. “You catch on so fast,” I said, my voice trembling from the pleasurable tension. “It’s almost unfair.”
Trihexa lifted her head for a second, lips glistening, and let out a small hum in response. “I like the sounds you make,” she admitted. Her expression was a sweet mixture of pride and innocence. “It feels… good to please you.”
I reached out, smoothing a hand over her head, brushing back her hair. “I promise, it feels incredible,” I told her. “You’re doing great.”
Her cheeks flushed with a pinkish hue that looked so endearing. She leaned back down and resumed the slow, careful lapping at my folds. I tried to keep my breathing measured, but the pleasure only intensified. Each time her tongue pressed into me, an electric jolt coursed through my belly.
I arched my back, letting my head fall against the pillows. My nipples were stiff, sensitive from hours of previous “playing.” A soft moan escaped my mouth as Trihexa pressed her lips fully against me, the gentle suction sending tingles along my thighs.
Her hands slid up to my hips, then moved inward to keep my legs apart. She held me open with an unexpected sort of strength—casual for her, but enough for me to feel pinned in place. She was very strong…
The feeling of being restrained, however lightly, made me tremble. There was no malice in her grip, she was just determined to do this right.
“Layla,” she murmured, her voice muffled. “Tell me if this is okay.”
I let out a breathy laugh. “Yes.”
She pressed her tongue more firmly onto my clit, delivering a series of slow, focused licks. Pleasure flooded my senses, and I let my eyes drift shut. My mind grew fuzzy, focusing only on the warmth in my core and the wet, intimate sounds she made as she devoured me.
My hips jerked upward. She was so hungry for me, but also delicate. Her tongue was silky, her lips so soft. She latched onto my clit, alternating between gentle suction and light flicks that sent sparks dancing along my nerves. I let out a series of ragged breaths, trying to keep myself from bucking too hard against her face.
“That’s it,” I said, voice catching. “Don’t stop.”
I felt Trihexa’s nails dig into my thighs as she steadied me. She moaned against my flesh, the vibration shooting straight to my core. I slid a hand across my own stomach, feeling the sweat that had gathered. My skin was hot, every inch of me tingling.
She learned so quickly. She noticed the subtle changes in my voice and posture that signaled approaching climax, then focused her efforts there. I fought the overwhelming urge to clamp my thighs tight around her head, wanting to give her space to work, but I couldn’t help rocking my hips, matching her movements.
The pressure inside me coiled like a spring. I grabbed a fistful of the sheets, twisting the fabric around my knuckles. My heart hammered. My breath came in short gasps. My breasts moved with every tense inhale. My lower belly clenched as a hot rush of energy built.
Trihexa sensed the change in me. She peeked up for a quick moment, noticing the flush in my cheeks and the way my mouth hung open. She seemed fascinated. She flattened her tongue and licked more firmly, letting my hips roll forward to grind into her face. The friction made my back arch until my chest lifted off the mattress.
“Oh—don’t stop,” I repeated, my voice louder now.
Trihexa moaned and obeyed, pressing her mouth closer, her tongue sliding along my slick entrance before focusing on my clit again. I felt the coil tighten, tighter and tighter, until it snapped. Pleasure came in a burst, rocking through my body. I gasped, eyes shut, moaning so loudly that my throat hurt. My muscles clenched, and my vision filled with spots of light.
A sudden wave of warmth gushed between my legs, and Trihexa gasped against my flesh as she felt me pulse. My orgasm peaked in a burst of euphoric heat, and I squirted, soaking her mouth and chin. My hips jolted. A shuddering cry escaped me, and I brought a shaky hand to my lips, trying to stifle the sound—but it was too strong to contain!
Trihexa looked absolutely fascinated. The liquid dripped from her face, and she licked at her lips, swallowing what she could catch.
My body was still shaking, my thighs quivering uncontrollably. I fought to catch my breath, feeling an odd mix of embarrassment and pride that I had lost control so forcefully.
“Wow,” Trihexa breathed, finally lifting her head. Her lips were glistening, and her cheeks shone. Her eyes were fixed on the wet patch on the sheets beneath me. “Did I do that?”
I let out a breathless laugh, still trembling from aftershocks. “Yeah,” I whispered. “You… definitely did.”
She looked at me with a thoughtful expression. “That felt powerful.”
I propped myself up on my elbows, still trying to calm my racing heart. My chest rose and fell quickly as I took deep, steadying breaths. “It was,” I said. “An orgasm can be a really overwhelming release… especially one like that.” My throat felt tight. I cleared it. “You’re… amazing.”
She ran her fingers along my inner thigh. “I liked seeing you lose yourself.”
I brushed back a damp strand of my hair. “Isn’t it weird how you’ve gone from being the apocalypse to making me come so hard I can barely breathe?”
She blinked, then let out a small, slightly awkward laugh. I realized she was still adjusting to the concept of humor, or jokes about her past life as an unthinking beast. I reached for her, and she crawled up the bed until she was face-to-face with me, her naked body lightly pressed against mine.
She leaned in, and I tasted a hint of my own essence as our lips met. Right as I pulled her closer, a soft cough broke the mood.
I turned my head to see Natasha standing in the open doorway, one brow arched, her arms folded over her chest. She looked at me, then at Trihexa, and let out an exasperated sigh.
I reluctantly broke the kiss and slid up against the pillows. My heart skipped a beat. “Natasha.” I gave her a small grin, trying to act casual. “You… uh… want to join us?”
She fixed me with a blank stare. “Really?”
Trihexa’s bright red eyes moved to Natasha, her expression curious. “Is that possible? Can more than two people engage in sexual acts at once?”
“Absolutely,” I replied with a grin. I reached down to give Trihexa’s bare backside a playful smack. “Sometimes, it’s even more fun.”
Trihexa blushed and eyed Natasha with interest. “I would allow it,” she said, nodding like she was giving permission.
Natasha groaned. “I’m not here for that.” She put a hand on her hip, her expression stuck somewhere between amusement and mild irritation. “And I’m not buying whatever excuse you’re about to give me, Layla! The world is on fire and you’re here doing…this.”
“I had to sleep with her to save the world!” I nodded my head up and down.
[It’s so weird that that’s true…]
She looked completely unconvinced. “Really…?” she asked again.
“Yes.” I lifted my chin. “Ask Trihexa yourself. This is her human form, and she’s definitely the legendary destroyer I might have mentioned once or twice. Except she’s… not quite bent on destroying anything anymore.”
Trihexa glanced between me and Natasha. “Layla convinced me there are better things to do than destroy. She taught me… many things.” Her cheeks reddened again.
“I can see that…” natasha said
“Including sex.” Trihexia added with a happy smile
“Yes, that was implied.” Natasha sighed. Natasha watched us both for a moment longer, then shook her head. “Okay, get dressed. Both of you.” She paused and gave Trihexa another once-over. “I guess I should hear this whole story without the two of you being naked.”
I shrugged. “Fine, but you’re missing out.”
Natasha simply turned and left the room, her footsteps echoing down the hallway.
I slid out of bed, still feeling a bit sore in the best way. I snapped my fingers and conjured some jeans and a T-shirt. Trihexa stayed on the bed, watching me dress with a curious expression. Her eyes traced my body.
“You need something to wear too,” I said.
She lifted an eyebrow. “I can just copy you.” A moment later, she hopped off the bed. Her form shimmered, and a set of black jeans and a tight black T-shirt materialized over her bare skin. She looked herself over. “I think I like black…”
I laughed. “Looks good on you with your black hair and red eyes. You might want shoes if we eventually want to go outside though. You don’t actually need them but the streets of New York are kinda gross.”
She glanced at my feet and made a pair of black boots appear on hers. Satisfied, I ran a quick brush through my hair to make it look a bit less like I just engaged in a marathon sex session, and then I led her out of my bedroom.
…
A few minutes later, Trihexa and I sat at the kitchen table with Natasha in my penthouse.
Trihexa was fidgeting with a box of cereal, struggling to open it without tearing it apart. Natasha watched in silence, her arms folded over her chest again. Her expression was one of confusion...
I cleared my throat. “So, as I was saying… Trihexa here is the apocalyptic monster you’ve heard about, except now she’s in a human body with a very different mindset.”
Natasha narrowed her eyes. “You claimed you slept with her to keep her from destroying the world. I need a little more than that.”
I gave her the rundown of everything that happened the past day.
“Only your life would be so crazy, Layla.” she said once I was finished explaining. Natasha looked at Trihexa. “And you’re okay with not bringing about the apocalypse anymore?”
Trihexa finally got the cereal box open. She poured some into a bowl, then grabbed a carton of milk. “Yes,” she said, carefully measuring out the milk. “She taught me that pleasure is… better than destruction.” She pressed her lips together, then poured the milk. She poured way too much, and the bowl overflowed, spilling milk all over the table. Trihexa frowned, trying to scoop the milk back into the bowl with her hands, but she just made more of a mess. Her cheeks turned a light pink in embarrassment. “Food is harder than it looks,” she whined.
Natasha sighed, though I caught a small twitch at the corner of her mouth that looked suspiciously like a suppressed smile. “So she’s new to everything, including basic tasks,” she said. “And you still slept with her?” she shot me a judgmental look.
“To save the world!” I reiterated. “Besides, she's way older than me!”
I stood at the kitchen table in my penthouse, watching Trihexa fuss over her overflowing cereal bowl. Milk dripped onto the tabletop, and she looked frustrated as she tried to push the puddle back into the bowl with her fingertips. Natasha looked like she wasn’t sure whether to lecture me or laugh.
“Thank you for not destroying the world,” Natasha said, directing her words at Trihexa.
Trihexa glanced over and shrugged. “You’re… welcome?” She sounded uncertain.
I cleared my throat. “Speaking of things not being destroyed, I wanted to ask: what happened to the Soul Stone? I never actually got to see where it ended up after… well, everything.”
Trihexa set her spoon down, tilting her head in thought. Then she pressed her palm lightly against her left breast. A subtle glow shone through her shirt, and a moment later, a glowing white stone seemed to seep out of her body. She cupped it in her hand and held it out to me. “I don’t really need it now that I have my own soul,” Trihexa said. “You can take it.”
I blinked, surprised by how easy that was. “I… thank you,” I managed, gingerly taking the Soul Stone from her. I turned it over in my hands, feeling a soft hum of power. “Thank you so much, Hexy.”
Trihexa made a face. “Hexy?”
“It’s just a nickname,” I said. “What do you think?”
She tapped her finger against her chin for a second. “I don’t like it.”
“Fair enough,” I said with a playful shrug. “I’ll figure out something else.”
I glanced over at Natasha, giving her my best puppy-dog eyes. We both knew what was coming. She rolled her eyes, sighing. “If you’re going to ask me to babysit her,” Natasha said, “the answer is yes… for a bit, at least.” She turned to Trihexa. “I can take you to FallCorp. Penemue might be able to help you get settled, and I’m sure we’ll find you some more food on the way.”
Trihexa’s face brightened. “Food?”
Natasha looked back at me. “So what are you doing while I keep her out of trouble?”
I crossed my arms and frowned, feeling the weight of the day. “There’s so much going on, I hardly know where to start,” I admitted. “I want to check on Tony, especially after that fight with Ultron. I need to figure out what Doom is up to in Latveria. And I should probably recruit more healers, like Unohana Retsu from the Bleach universe, because too many people got hurt today. Asia and I can’t be everywhere at once.”
Natasha listened, then nodded thoughtfully. “Start with the healer. The more hands on deck to deal with injuries, the better.”
I tucked the Soul Stone into my inventory for now, ensuring it was secure. “All right. That’s the plan. What about Tony?”
She rubbed at her temples. “I’ll reach out to him myself. As for Doom, I’ll talk to Fury’s old network. We had some agents embedded in Latveria who might know what’s happening.”
…
I raised my hand, opening a swirling purple portal directly to the Soul Society. Stepping through, I felt a wave of nostalgia mixed with mild apprehension. I hadn’t been back here since I’d killed that arrogant Quincy King and prevented the collapse of this entire dimension.
The moment I emerged in the sky above the Seireitei, my wings flared open. I hovered for a moment, taking in the sight of the countless buildings and courtyards below. Almost immediately, several Shinigami looked up, pointing and shouting at me. Some of them shouted in admiration, recognizing me as the one who saved them. But more than a few of them looked wary, probably remembering the chaos I’d left in my wake last time.
I frowned, feeling a little insulted. They should all be grateful I showed up when I did!
[They probably would have been fine without you.]
…My System chimed in sarcastically.
[This world did have a "hero" after all.]
I pouted at my System’s snarky remark. “Sure, they did. And how well was that going for them?”
[Well enough.]
“Yeah, right,” I muttered. I angled downward, gracefully gliding toward the Fourth Squad barracks. My black wings cast a large shadow over the rooftops as I made my descent.
I landed gently in the central courtyard, folding my wings neatly behind me.
I noticed Lieutenant Isane Kotetsu standing at attention near the entrance, her hands clasped anxiously in front of her. It was clear she'd been waiting for me.
“Layla,” she said softly, bowing respectfully. “Everyone felt your arrival.”
“I noticed,” I said lightly, flashing her a reassuring smile. “I promise I’m not here to cause trouble this time.” I wasn’t planning on sticking around and getting yelled at for taking Ten-chan away either…
In and out, 20 minute adventure!
Isane’s tense shoulders relaxed slightly, though her expression remained concerned. “Are you here for Captain Unohana?”
“Yes,” I answered honestly. “But only if she agrees to come with me. I won’t force her to leave.”
She hesitated, glancing down at her feet. “Are you really going to take her away permanently?”
I reached out gently, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. “If Retsu chooses to come with me, she’ll be saving countless lives. And I’ll be sure to always treat her right as a woman. But I understand what her leaving would mean to you all. It’s ultimately her decision.”
Isane gave me a sad yet understanding look, nodding softly. “I know. And I know she wants to go with you, Layla. She hasn’t been the same since your last visit.” She sighed softly. “Thank you for being there for her when I couldn’t.”
“You’ll always be important to her,” I assured her gently. “No matter where she goes.”
She nodded, a grateful smile crossing her lips. “Please follow me.”
I walked alongside Isane as she led me through the peaceful Japanese-style corridors. Isane stopped outside a simple sliding door, hesitated, then carefully pulled it open. “Captain, Layla is here.”
Unohana Retsu sat at a low table inside, calmly writing something on a delicate scroll. Her black hair cascaded neatly down her shoulders, and she looked up at me with a serene, welcoming smile. Warmth flooded her gentle eyes–and possibly something more. “Layla, it’s good to see you again.”
“Same to you,” I said sincerely. My eyes drifted to the scroll she was writing on, and curiosity got the better of me. “What are you working on?”
Unohana set down her brush gently. “My resignation letter,” she replied softly. “I suspected you’d be back soon, and I thought I’d be prepared. I don’t imagine I’ll be returning here for quite a while.”
I nodded at Unohana’s words, taking a small step closer. “Yeah, a lot’s happened since we last spoke. There’s plenty I’ll have to catch you up on.” My voice softened, becoming gentler. “But honestly, more than anything, I’m just glad I’ll finally have the chance to get to know you better.”
Unohana’s cheeks flushed slightly, a faint pink coloring her pale skin. Her calm, serene expression softened, revealing a shy, vulnerable side I hadn’t fully noticed before.
“I…feel the same way, Layla,” she admitted quietly, her eyes meeting mine with genuine warmth. Then her expression became hesitant, and she glanced down at the neatly written resignation letter. “Do you think your other lovers will accept me? I'm aware you have a large and complicated harem. I can’t help but worry about how they’ll feel about someone new joining you.”
I smiled reassuringly, reaching out to gently touch her shoulder. “Don’t worry about that at all, Retsu. They’ll absolutely love you. Trust me. They’re great—welcoming and warm. And they’ll understand how much you mean to me.”
Unohana visibly relaxed at that, letting out a relieved breath. “I’m glad to hear it. Although…” Her smile became slightly playful. “I expect there might still be some minor tension. After all, being your ‘newest girlfriend’ might require a bit of adjusting.”
I tensed up slightly at her words, suddenly remembering everything that had happened earlier with Trihexa. I cleared my throat, awkwardly glancing away.
“Er…yeah, about that…” I said slowly, trying and failing to hide the sheepishness in my voice. “You might not technically be my ‘newest’ girlfriend anymore.”
Unohana’s gentle smile immediately fell from her face, replaced by a dangerous calm. Her eyes narrowed, darkening noticeably as a chilling aura filled the room. A sinister shadow of spiritual energy began rising ominously behind her, making my heart skip a nervous beat.
“Ara ara,” she said slowly, her voice dangerously sweet, eyes locked firmly onto mine. “And what exactly do you mean by that, Layla dear?”
Behind me, Isane let out a startled squeak and quickly backed up, pressing herself against the sliding door as if trying to blend into the wall.
[Hehe, you're in trouble, Host.]
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Thanks for the chapter! I love this story and how far it’s gone. But please… no more girls…
