Sword Art Online: The Administrator's Descent

Chapter 21: A Chance for Flight

WARNING: This story contains mature elements such as manipulation, Non-Con, humiliation.

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Their legs, intertwined. Her hair around his. His chest against hers, firm. His breathing, soft, steady. His arms wrapped around her. His lips on the crown of her head.

A man's heart is through his stomach, but a woman's heart is through his love. And for once in her life, the human-turned-goddess (or something close enough that teetered along the lines of immortality and impossibility within this virtual constructed world) allowed herself to feel this blessed warmth. It was unlike anything she's ever felt, and she... she wanted it. She needed it.

No words had to be said as she simply revelled in the feeling of his arms around her body. Her body, untouched all this while, now craved for his touch. Wants him to treat her like his woman, just as he had done the night prior.

Carnal desires, love, emotions—such convoluted little things that make her enjoy everything so, so much. Had she subjected herself to such desires, perhaps things have changed. But the past is the past, and her present is so much more than she deserved.

To the boy she loves,

To the one who made her a woman,

To he, for whom she chose to change for...

Quinella used to be happy. Or at least, she had been content with her supremacy. She had been at the top of the world and watched over it with pragmatism, distance and cruel love, as the Administrator who was beloved yet feared. She had everything wrapped around her finger, and the future was bathed in blood.

Right now, Quinella is happy. In the arms of the love of her life, even if he forced her to become his... she wouldn't have wanted it any other way. Perhaps it was the lack of proper love she had received when she was a child, the expectations, or her secret desire to be dominated. But she wanted this. Her future was suddenly so much more beautiful.

"A-Ahh! Y-You..! I-I mean—I-I don't—"
"Well, good morning to you too, Quinella. No, it's fine. It would have made less sense if you didn't freak out like you did."

Anyone could have pitied her, called her the victim in all of this. And perhaps they were in the right to do so; she had, after all, not chosen to submit to him. It was more of a spur of the moment, forced into such because she could not reject release. She wanted to let go, and bask in the act of carnal love.

But this... this feeling right now?

"A-Aeh?" When he pulled her by the waist to his side, her face in his chest, she could have never thought that she enjoyed this. "Ahhmm..."

"See? Just relax, there's nothing wrong," Kirito, the Black Swordsman. Perhaps she should have been afraid of him, or even wary of him. But just in this moment, when he wanted to show his love (and not tell) by kissing her on the forehead, she just adored it. "Had a good night's sleep?"

"I... yes..." She didn't need a mirror to know that she was smiling. "You... were wonderful last night, master..."

Quinella, for once in her life, had found her happy ever after.

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Underworld, Central Cathedral, Floor 100—17th September, Year 380 in the Time of the Realm of Humanity

"Mmh... H-Huh?"
But not all happy-ever-after's remain forever.

If there was ever a place for doubt that the fake goddess had ever slept in the presence of someone else, they might have been wrong on that—until very recently. Well, even then, that's only been for one night, considering how he had to return to Rulid Village to oversee things going on there.