"Mmhhh... That's right, he's all mine. Do you like this darkness?"
That voice that crept up around Blake's abdominal area made him shiver - despite the sloshing warmth around, he went entirely cold. He could recognize that voice - having come out of his 3DS again and again as he poured over strategy games. A bewitching voice, befitting a bewitching body. He could make the details out if he focused on his memories, and the space around him: a thin stomach, with a tight dark-silk outfit caressing it, golden hoops surrounding a few extremities. A crimson cape and locks of dark hair had fluttered behind in the remaining wind from his hex; but as she'd settled and - ulp - digested him, these bits had settled into an eerie calmness.
And right above him, a noticeably large chest, in absolute jet black. Every bit of her, inside and out, darkness...
It was Tharja, from Fire Emblem Awakening! He'd summoned her out of her game, and she was now here - all around him. There was nothing but the Grim Stalker as far as his senses could perceive.
"Finally." She mused, the words echoing around him. "Awakening."
He mumbled, trying to reach for his head - finding himself unable to move anything, only empty space around his fleshy, jiggling node. "Wh-wh-wh... buh..."
Tharja's soft, dark sigh rustled the cellular young man. "Hush. I'll get that for you." She gently stroked the spot where his cranium would be, sensuously - letting out slow purrs, shaking him.
"How did you know I would be - alive?" He struggled between uncomfortable touches.
"Ohhh, cute. He thinks he's the only dark mage around" Continual huffs sputtered out as she eventually went to hugging herself, both arms squeezing around the tightened spot. "Well, maybe you are - we're one and the same now, aren't we? Hahaa..."
Blake felt his life squeezed out. "D-don't... Don't hurt me, I didn't mean to. You're from - I was playing this game with you, I'll need to get you back in..."
"As IF." Tharja suddenly stopped her caring coos, and stomped on Blake's floor - hard enough to send him bouncing up and down in the cramped gut region, hitting other muscles like pinball bumpers. She began biting her finger, while slowly rubbing the region. "Pleggia, Ylisse... They're probably celebrating my departure. I was casting hexes to get out... And the door finally opened in front of my beloved strategist, Blake. No... my sweetest treat."
He felt a shiver as she spoke his name - without him even having revealed it. He'd named Robin after himself on one of his playthroughs...
"That's wrong. That's WRONG!" He thrashed and yelped.
Tharja laughed. "Ohhhh, sorry. Didn't know. You should've commanded me not to. Hey. Hey, remember this?" The slender enchantress took a few steps, and reached for his 3DS... pulling out the stylus, and giving a poke to Blake's spot on the stomach. She swiped it. "Go here unit."
Sickened with the continual sensation of motion, he cried out, wiggling and shaking against the strength of the nub. "Get me out. That's my command, hex me out!"
"Then what?" Tharja's voice had a venom to it. "Back to your world out here? Haha... Nobody cares that I've left my world, and nobody cares you've left yours. We're all we've got, and we're together now..."
This was spirit-breaking - but at the same time, the mage he spent so many hours in battle with seemed to still be showing care for him, in a twisted, hungry way...
"If you don't like it..." She hummed. "Strategize your way out of me."