Sex
Undeserved Ascendance
chapter 11
by
copier
· original author:
an188
Emberlynn’s purple eyes burned with raw, unfiltered hunger as she stared down at Blitzo sprawled at her feet. The sushi tray sat forgotten on the vanity. Her new body thrummed—hot, electric, alive in ways the old chubby girl had only ever fantasized about in the dark. Years of self-insert fanfiction, of writhing alone with tentacle toys, of whispering depraved prayers to uncaring cosmic entities… and now the real thing knelt trembling before her.
She lunged.
One hand fisted in his striped horns, the other clamped around his throat—not choking, just owning. With a strength she hadn’t known she possessed she hauled him up and threw him backward onto the bed. The mattress groaned under the impact. Blitzo landed on his back with a startled grunt, red eyes wide, cock still traitorously hard and glistening.
“W-wait—fuck—!”
Emberlynn was already on him.
She straddled his hips in one fluid motion, knees pinning his wrists to the sheets. Her light-purple hair cascaded around them like a curtain. Heat poured off her skin; she could feel it radiating, could smell the sweet-sharp scent of her own arousal mixing with the sulfur tang that clung to him.
“I’ve dreamed of this,” she hissed, voice low and trembling with triumph. “Years. Monsters. Demons. Tentacles. And now I get to fuck one… and I get to be on top.”
She crashed her mouth against his.
The kiss was brutal—teeth clacking, tongues warring. She forced hers past his sharp teeth, claiming every inch of his mouth like territory. Blitzo made a muffled noise—half growl, half whimper—and tried to twist away. She only pressed harder, grinding her soaked panties against his throbbing length.
With an impatient snarl she reached down, hooked her nails into the lace, and tore the fabric away in one violent yank. Cool air hit her dripping folds; she moaned into his mouth at the sensation.
No more waiting.
She lined him up—thick head nudging her entrance—and sank down in one ruthless motion.
The stretch burned, bright and perfect. She threw her head back and screamed—a high, ecstatic sound that rattled the windows.
“Fuuuuck—yes—!”
Every nerve inside her lit up as the head breached her, pressing against places she hadn’t known existed. She didn’t pause. She kept sinking, inch by agonizing inch, until her ass met his hips and he was buried to the hilt.
Blitzo’s back arched off the bed. “Shit—shit—tight—!”
Emberlynn laughed—wild, breathless—and started to ride.
She rolled her hips in slow, deliberate circles at first, savoring the drag of him inside her, then faster, harder. The bedframe slammed rhythmically against the wall. Books toppled from shelves. The floating grimoire bobbed gently in the corner like it was politely averting its gaze.
Hours blurred.
She fucked him like she was trying to crawl inside his soul.
Blitzo—despite every snarled curse and half-hearted attempt to buck her off—couldn’t hide how much he loved it. His claws dug into her thighs, leaving red welts that only made her ride harder. His hips started snapping up to meet her, matching her pace, grunting and swearing and finally just moaning—high, broken sounds that made her core clench around him.
“Fuck—fuck—gonna—!”
She leaned down, nails raking bloody trails down his scarred chest, lips brushing his ear.
“Come for me, Blitzy-kun,” she purred. “Fill your Mistress.”
That did it.
Blitzo’s whole body locked. His tail thrashed. His hips jerked up one final time and—
Splurge.
Spluurge.
Spluuurge.
Thick, hot pulses flooded her. Emberlynn threw her head back and screamed again as her own climax ripped through her—wave after violet wave, muscles spasming, thighs shaking, vision whiting out.
When it finally ebbed she collapsed forward, palms braced on his heaving chest, both of them slick with sweat.
Blitzo panted beneath her, eyes glassy, tongue lolling slightly. “Holy… shit…”
Emberlynn lifted her head.
And giggled.
Because she could feel it—another surge. Not the sharp, orgasmic rush of absorption this time, but something slower, deeper, structural.
Her body was changing again.
She sat up slowly, still impaled on him, and flexed one arm.
A thick, rounded bicep swelled under flawless pale skin—bigger than before, defined, powerful. She flexed the other. Same thing. Her shoulders broadened just enough to look commanding; her abs deepened into sharp, carved ridges. Thighs thickened with muscle yet stayed impossibly feminine, curved and lethal. Breasts lifted higher, fuller. Even her neck looked stronger, more elegant.
She rolled her shoulders, feeling the new power ripple through her.
Then she looked down at Blitzo—still dazed, still trapped inside her—and made a playful little growl.
“Rawrrr~” she purred, flexing both biceps at once. “Sex is very good for the body, don’t you think, Blitzy-kun?”
Blitzo stared up at the towering, sculpted goddess straddling him—muscles gleaming with sweat, purple hair spilling everywhere, smug smirk wider than ever—and for once had absolutely nothing clever to say.
Emberlynn leaned down until their noses almost touched.
“Round two?” she whispered.
His cock—still buried deep—twitched involuntarily.
She laughed, low and wicked, and started rolling her hips again.
The night was young.
And she was only getting stronger.
She lunged.
One hand fisted in his striped horns, the other clamped around his throat—not choking, just owning. With a strength she hadn’t known she possessed she hauled him up and threw him backward onto the bed. The mattress groaned under the impact. Blitzo landed on his back with a startled grunt, red eyes wide, cock still traitorously hard and glistening.
“W-wait—fuck—!”
Emberlynn was already on him.
She straddled his hips in one fluid motion, knees pinning his wrists to the sheets. Her light-purple hair cascaded around them like a curtain. Heat poured off her skin; she could feel it radiating, could smell the sweet-sharp scent of her own arousal mixing with the sulfur tang that clung to him.
“I’ve dreamed of this,” she hissed, voice low and trembling with triumph. “Years. Monsters. Demons. Tentacles. And now I get to fuck one… and I get to be on top.”
She crashed her mouth against his.
The kiss was brutal—teeth clacking, tongues warring. She forced hers past his sharp teeth, claiming every inch of his mouth like territory. Blitzo made a muffled noise—half growl, half whimper—and tried to twist away. She only pressed harder, grinding her soaked panties against his throbbing length.
With an impatient snarl she reached down, hooked her nails into the lace, and tore the fabric away in one violent yank. Cool air hit her dripping folds; she moaned into his mouth at the sensation.
No more waiting.
She lined him up—thick head nudging her entrance—and sank down in one ruthless motion.
The stretch burned, bright and perfect. She threw her head back and screamed—a high, ecstatic sound that rattled the windows.
“Fuuuuck—yes—!”
Every nerve inside her lit up as the head breached her, pressing against places she hadn’t known existed. She didn’t pause. She kept sinking, inch by agonizing inch, until her ass met his hips and he was buried to the hilt.
Blitzo’s back arched off the bed. “Shit—shit—tight—!”
Emberlynn laughed—wild, breathless—and started to ride.
She rolled her hips in slow, deliberate circles at first, savoring the drag of him inside her, then faster, harder. The bedframe slammed rhythmically against the wall. Books toppled from shelves. The floating grimoire bobbed gently in the corner like it was politely averting its gaze.
Hours blurred.
She fucked him like she was trying to crawl inside his soul.
Blitzo—despite every snarled curse and half-hearted attempt to buck her off—couldn’t hide how much he loved it. His claws dug into her thighs, leaving red welts that only made her ride harder. His hips started snapping up to meet her, matching her pace, grunting and swearing and finally just moaning—high, broken sounds that made her core clench around him.
“Fuck—fuck—gonna—!”
She leaned down, nails raking bloody trails down his scarred chest, lips brushing his ear.
“Come for me, Blitzy-kun,” she purred. “Fill your Mistress.”
That did it.
Blitzo’s whole body locked. His tail thrashed. His hips jerked up one final time and—
Splurge.
Spluurge.
Spluuurge.
Thick, hot pulses flooded her. Emberlynn threw her head back and screamed again as her own climax ripped through her—wave after violet wave, muscles spasming, thighs shaking, vision whiting out.
When it finally ebbed she collapsed forward, palms braced on his heaving chest, both of them slick with sweat.
Blitzo panted beneath her, eyes glassy, tongue lolling slightly. “Holy… shit…”
Emberlynn lifted her head.
And giggled.
Because she could feel it—another surge. Not the sharp, orgasmic rush of absorption this time, but something slower, deeper, structural.
Her body was changing again.
She sat up slowly, still impaled on him, and flexed one arm.
A thick, rounded bicep swelled under flawless pale skin—bigger than before, defined, powerful. She flexed the other. Same thing. Her shoulders broadened just enough to look commanding; her abs deepened into sharp, carved ridges. Thighs thickened with muscle yet stayed impossibly feminine, curved and lethal. Breasts lifted higher, fuller. Even her neck looked stronger, more elegant.
She rolled her shoulders, feeling the new power ripple through her.
Then she looked down at Blitzo—still dazed, still trapped inside her—and made a playful little growl.
“Rawrrr~” she purred, flexing both biceps at once. “Sex is very good for the body, don’t you think, Blitzy-kun?”
Blitzo stared up at the towering, sculpted goddess straddling him—muscles gleaming with sweat, purple hair spilling everywhere, smug smirk wider than ever—and for once had absolutely nothing clever to say.
Emberlynn leaned down until their noses almost touched.
“Round two?” she whispered.
His cock—still buried deep—twitched involuntarily.
She laughed, low and wicked, and started rolling her hips again.
The night was young.
And she was only getting stronger.
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