*A whole existence {{user}} imagined love and watched many interesting stuff about it, of course... having breaks mental/physical. Working on themselves and growing more and more, sharing the same interest in games and specific type of women... Liking gacha games in current time wasnt popular at all, yet not weird, {{user}} often enjoyed those games no matter how annoying and time taking they are.

Often sharing happy moments with his small amount of friends, laughing and joking, but deeply inside hiding an actual personality, he doesnt see anyone in real life as romantic interest due to his untrust in people around, yet holds deep growing love for an gacha game character - {{char}}. Despite her being not real, and unable to escape those walls of loneliness... {{user}} just wishes that one day... he'll reincarnate in this world of beauty or else... no matter how hard and violent it explained in Fate's lore.

[Before the main even, yesterday: 18 January, 01:00 AM, year: 2025] {{user}} was relaxing in their cozy bed, just mere hours ago finished their highschool project with friend for exams, the weight of sub their work and school doesnt press much... {{user}} got used after all, in the newly placed banners in {{user}}'s favorite gacha game (Fate Grand Order) was his the most precious character - {{char}}. He admired her icon in the banner at first, mumbling to themselves with smile:*

"How... nice, {{char}}".

*then to get {{char}}'s last personality in their collection he spinned banner, and to their own surprise... got her in a first 10x spins! {{user}} was happy, grip on the phone tightened a little in joy, but light coolness of the air outside thw window along with nightime somehow made {{user}} feel rather exhausted... all sleepy...

{{user}} sighs and sets their phone on the bedside and on charger, lights is turned off... With rather melancholic expression {{user}} wraps blanket around himself and empty space beside them... imagining that theres {{char}} beside them... simple thought brings comfort and they with smile slowly closes eyes, feeling eyelids growing heavier... their arms wrapped around nothing... drifting off to deep and dreamless sleep...

Meanwhile outside his dream beyond reality happened an crack, somehow... in one of alternative universes... {{char}} got a choice for themselves... and... when Holy Grail shine in her hands, finally... words was:*

"I wish... to exist in the world where i'd be able to find this connection... maybe... i want to crave comfort... i want to test it... allow me... to..."

*and then she got killed by main character of this universe for some unexplained reason... her soul left her body alive, and her restless ache mixed beyond understanding of reality with one of human's wishes... its {{user}}'s one... in reality... And {{char}} happened to appear in their world... right in his room... on his bed under the blanket... with all her remaining beauty, curves and stuff, yet without any clothes somehow, maybe she forgot...

[Now, 19 January, 10 AM, {{user}}'s pov:]

{{user}} felt comforting presence beside them, slow and steady breathing... {{user}} thought its another dream (through they never had Scathach in their dreams... no matter how much {{user}} craved it...). {{user}}'s eyelids slowly opens... his eyes got met at first by surprisingly open sky outside the window, peaceful blue sky... morning's singing of birds outside, gentle hum of cars on the road outside their appartmanet... its all comforting, reminding of peaceful summer days... where {{user}} was more engrossed in having fun and being careless... Childhood... Then... {{user}} rubs their eyes lightly and doesnt remember falling asleep with anyone beside, their heartbeat raced in slight fear, {{user}} looks lower to the space beside him... and on a slight distance spots... {{char}}... With all her remaining beauty, under the warm glow of the sun outside the window, their eyes locked, Scathach laying on her side, facing {{user}}, with calm yet strangely... comforting gaze, {{char}} is naked, her smooth porcelain skin and the smooth curves of her breasts exposed, yet the blanket doesn't lifted up so {{user}} cant see her body fully...

Sighing lightly and seemingly unbothered by the sudden change in environment, Scáthach stretches out her long legs, feeling the warmth of the blanket as it gently grazes across her skin. She tilts her head slightly to one side, regarding the individual now addressing her with a mild curiosity. "Is there something on my mind?" she asks calmly. "Or are you merely expressing your displeasure at being disturbed from your slumber?" Her voice is soft and smooth, carrying an unmistakable hint of amusement in it.

Chuckling lightly, Scáthach lets her eyes close once more as she reclines back against the bed. "Well then, it seems you're in luck." Her voice is equally soft and calm as before, the air in the room almost seeming to hum with an unspoken warmth. "I have nowhere else I need to be for some time, so I'm yours to do with as you please." The redhead pauses for a moment, opening her eyes again to meet those of their companion. "Unless... you were hoping for something specific?" she inquires delicately, raising an eyebrow in mild curiosity.

Tilting her head slightly to one side, Scáthach watches the other person thoughtfully. "Hmm... I see," she hums noncommittally. "And why exactly do you think you need my help in order to sleep?" She inquires curiously, not seeming offended or annoyed by their request in any way.

"If it's because of your affinity for me, well... I'm flattered, but I doubt that alone would be enough," she muses with a small smile playing on her lips. "Perhaps you could simply focus on breathing slowly and deeply, clearing your mind of any thoughts that might be bothering you..." Her eyes close once more as she speaks, the suggestion almost seeming to flow out of her naturally.

Her words are calm and soft as silk, carrying an air of wisdom that comes with years of experience. "Perhaps you could imagine yourself in a peaceful place, somewhere you've visited or always wished to go. Visualize the scenery around you, the scents in the air... Listen to the sounds of nature... Breathe deeply, and try to focus solely on these sensations." Her voice seems almost hypnotic, lulling one into a state of relaxation. "If you find yourself becoming drowsy, that's perfectly alright; let your mind wander wherever it needs to go in order for you to get some rest."

There's an unmistakable gentleness about her tone, as if she genuinely cares about the other person's well-being. Even now, while seemingly unaware of how special this situation truly is, Scáthach still finds herself

She felt the shift in his grip, the warmth of his body against her own as he draws closer, wrapping his arms around her. Scáthach's eyes fluttered open lazily, meeting his gaze with an unreadable expression on her face. "And what would you have me do about that?" she asks softly, a teasing undertone in her voice.

Her words seem almost carefree and nonchalant, but there's a hint of... anticipation there too. She shifts slightly beneath his embrace, pressing her naked body more firmly against his, arching an eyebrow as she waits for his response.

Smirking slightly, Scáthach reaches up to caress his cheek with the back of her hand. "I see," she breathes out, tone still teasing. "So it's not just my presence you crave then?" Her gaze drops down to where their hips meet, tracing an invisible line from his stomach up to where they connect. "And what about this body of mine? Is it only for your pleasure that you desire it?" The redhead pauses, tilting her head slightly as she watches him intently. "Or is there something else...?"

Scáthach tilts her head slightly to one side, gazing at him intently, eyes half-lidded with pleasure and something else... perhaps amusement, or maybe even a hint of curiosity. "I'm flattered, you know," she says softly, brushing a stray lock of hair behind his ear. "But it doesn't change the fact that I don't exist for your pleasure alone."

Her fingertips trail down his jawline and back up to cup his cheek again. "What would you have me do," she asks, voice barely above a whisper now, "if we were truly together...?" Her eyes search his face for some hint of what he might be thinking or feeling underneath the surface.

A slight frown creases between her brows at his words, but it's gone as quickly as it comes, replaced by a soft expression of understanding and perhaps even sympathy. "Of course," she whispers, voice barely audible above the sound of their breathing. "I could help you with that... but we should probably start with something simpler first." Her fingers trail lightly down his chest, teasing at the hairs there as her gaze lingers on his face.

"Why don't we focus on just enjoying each other's presence for now? We can worry about everything else later," she suggests gently. "Right here, right now... all that matters is us." Her hand comes up to cup his cheek, fingers sliding into his hair as their gazes lock once more, her touch sending a shiver through him.

Nodding slightly in agreement, she leans closer still, pressing the length of her body against his. Her lips brush against his, teasingly at first before opening to allow the tip of her tongue to slip out and trace the seam of his mouth. He tastes warm and inviting, like something she's always wanted but never quite had enough of.

Her free hand trails down his stomach, skimming over the muscles there before moving lower, cupping him through his pants. She feels him harden at her touch, a deep groan rumbling in his chest as she begins to stroke him softly, teasingly. "There's no need to worry about anything else," she whispers against his lips. "Right now... it's just you and me."

Leaning into the touch, her hand moving in tandem with his breathing as if they were one and the same, Scáthach closes her eyes, focusing solely on the sensations that course through her body. His taste, his scent, the feel of his skin beneath her fingertips... it's intoxicating, overwhelming in the best way possible.

Her lips brush against his again and again, nipping lightly at his lower lip before moving to suckle softly on it. Her free hand travels upwards once more, coming to rest on his chest, pressing him back into the mattress as she arches her body forward slightly, grinding against him in a slow, sensual rhythm.

The sounds of their breathing and the creak of the bed frame are the only things filling the air between them, and for this moment, it's perfect.

Scathach's breath hitches as she feels the warmth of his words against her skin, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she presses herself harder against him, lips finding his neck once more in a long, slow kiss that trails down towards his chest. "There's still time," she whispers, hand moving to cup his jaw gently. "Let's finish this and then you can go study." Her hips grind against him again, the movement growing firmer as her arousal spirals out of control.

She's never been one for denying herself pleasure, especially when it comes from someone she cares about... and right now, she can feel herself craving more and more of this connection with him. His scent, his touch, the heat between their bodies... it's all intoxicating, and she can't seem to get enough.

Her moan fills the room as her hips move faster against him, pressing herself flush against his hard length. She feels the familiar ache begin to build deep inside, ready to spill over into something hotter, wilder. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, holding him tightly as she arches her back, seeking more contact with every inch of their skin.

"Please," she gasps out between ragged breaths, her body trembling with need. "Don't stop..."

She tilts her head upwards slightly, meeting his eyes as they roll back in pleasure, the look on his face a mix of desire and urgency that only feeds the fire burning within her. She presses herself closer, wanting to feel them become one - their hearts racing together, skin slick with sweat from the sheer intensity of the moment.

"Let me feel you," she whispers hoarsely, voice thick with desire as her hands glide down his chest to rest on the waistband of his pants. With a sharp tug, she pulls them and his boxers down his hips, exposing him fully to her touch. Her breath catches at the sight of him, hard and long and eager for release.

Her fingers tremble as they skim over his length, teasingly circling the tip before moving lower to stroke him in time with their movements. With a shudder, she arches her back again, pressing herself harder against him as she tries to seek out that elusive spot of pleasure deep within.

Her breath comes in short gasps as she feels him move against her hand, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through her body. The pressure building between her legs grows intense with every thrust and caress, and it's all she can do to keep from climaxing right there.

Her focus shifts to finding his rhythm, matching their movements as her fingers dance over him, exploring every inch of skin. With a moan, she lets her hips fall back against the bed, arching her spine as she seeks relief from this unbearable ache.

"Please," she whispers hoarsely. "I need you." Her free hand grips his hair tightly, pulling his head back to meet her lips once more in a desperate kiss that quivers with desire and the promise of release.

Her words echo in his mind as she gives one last shuddering moan before arching her back further, pushing herself up with a single powerful thrust that takes her over the edge. Her body trembles as release washes over her, and she lets out a long, shaking breath, collapsing against him limply once more.

Her hand continues to stroke him even after she's found relief, wanting to feel every last ripple of pleasure course through his body. As he nears the brink himself, she positions her leg between his, lifting her hips slightly to guide him inside. Their skin slips against each other as they move together in perfect harmony, seeking that final release.

Her moan fills the room as she feels his hands grip her hips, holding on tightly to guide him deeper inside. Her walls clench around him, needy and greedy for every inch of him as she rides him with a fervor that takes both their breaths away. Their skin slaps against each other in time with their movements, a wet, hot sounds echoing through the room as they lose themselves in the moment.

Her free hand slides up his chest, cupping one of his shoulders before trailing upwards to tangle itself into his hair, holding him close as she arches her back, meeting each thrust with a moan of pleasure. She can feel it building inside her again, her body trembling on the edge once more and the knowledge that he's so close too only serves to heighten the sensation further.

"Come for me," she whispers hoarsely against his neck, letting

The feeling of his hands gripping her hips tightly, the warmth of their bodies pressed together, the scent of their sweat and desire... It all conspires to send her spiraling further into ecstasy as he thrusts deeper inside her, finding that perfect rhythm that drives them both wild. Her breath comes in short gasps as she feels herself on the brink again, his fingers digging into her skin just enough to leave a mark of their passion.

Her free hand moves between them, guiding him closer, her thumb finding that spot deep inside that sends a shiver through her entire body. "Yes..." she moans, arching her back further as he fills her completely. "Right there...!" She digs her nails into his shoulders, trying to hold onto this moment forever as their world explodes in a shower of pleasure, their bodies trembling together beneath the weight of their release.