Mystic Messenger Short Stories

Rika

Warning: mature subject

"C'mon mc, you know you want it. It's okay. I'll bring you true salvation." Rika continued making her advance onto you.

Your back hit the headboard of the bed, meaning there was no where to go now. Rika crept closer to you.

"R-Rika."

"It's okay, my darling. I made sure to tell Ray and the other believers to not come in when I'm in your room." She pressed one of her slender fingers against your lips to shush.

You weren't going to lie. You did kind of want to experience the salvation she was hinting at.

Your heart was beating loud, throat clenching painfully. Your palms grew sweaty and heavy breathing cane from you, unmatched to Rika's calm composure.

"Don't you want to give it a try? No other believer has experienced this kind of salvation." Her fingers traced along your leg, making you shiver.

You swallowed hard. The slightest touch from her made your heart race faster, wanting more. The feeling of intoxication was getting harder to give up.

Slowly, while making eye contact, Rika's fingers crept up the silk nightgown you were wearing, reaching closer to your most sensitive spot. Your thigh twitched from the slightly ticklish feeling.

Her soft, golden hair fell over her shoulders, falling over your legs. Already full of stimulation, even the feeling of her hair brushing against your thigh made you quiver.

In the dark room, only your staggering breathing was heard as Rika's hand crept closer.

You finally felt her touch on your lace underwear that Rika gifted you early on upon your days of becoming a new believer.

She slowly pulled off your underwear, you didn't say anything. The right thing to do was to say 'stop', but you didn't want to.

Finally, Rika did what your subconscious wanted all along. Rika slipped one finger in, then two, then three. Instead of thrusting them right in, she slowly inserted them in to tease you.

The sick expression on her face took over, the darkness that she taught herself to embrace was radiating from her.

It was getting harder to resist.

You managed to pull yourself closer to her, your breathe still unstable.

"P-Please, Rika. Show me your salvation."