Ascension Engine: Bluefire

The game was supposed to end at midnight.Not with a bang, not with a reboot—just a slow fade to black as Eros Dominion Online shut its servers down after five scandalous, surprisingly strategic years of gameplay. Raina had logged in for the nostalgia. Maybe to run a dungeon. Maybe to finish that half-flirty NPC questline she’d left hanging. “Welcome back, Raina Moonveil. It’s been 413 days since your last login.” Her character spawned in the crystal-lit mage tower she’d called home—still clad in sleek red robes, staff slung over her shoulder, skill trees intact. A soft, knowing smile curved her lips. She was level 62.Not bad for a casual player.Not legendary—but definitely not a noob. Outside the stained-glass window, the sky flickered strangely. Purple lightning rippled across a darkening horizon.A sound rang out across the world—a melodic chime she’d never heard before, followed by an unfamiliar voice: “Final Patch Detected. Transferring Divine Seeds…”“Initiating Bluefire Protocol…”“Good luck, Initiate.” Her screen shattered.Magic surged through her limbs like wildfire and silk.And in the blink of an eye, everything changed. As the blinding lights and echoing tones faded, Raina blinked, her vision swimming with residual magic.A soft lavender hue slowly bled into view, a canopy of gossamer silk draped above her, the four bedposts carved with delicate curves and veiled in sheer curtains. This wasn’t her tower. Her body, still tingling with arcane aftershocks, shifted beneath plush sheets.The air smelled faintly of perfume and candle smoke, tinged with something... sweeter. Familiar. But wrong. She sat up cautiously, the covers falling away—and the sensation hit her all at once.She wasn’t wearing anything.No robes. No staff at her side.Only a single piece of equipment remained: a silver collar encircling her neck, cool against her skin. Her breath hitched. She recognized it immediately—an old vanity accessory she’d once added to her avatar during a particularly deep customization binge. It hadn’t done much—just a minor Charisma buff and some aesthetic flair—but she’d loved the way it looked. It had suited the backstory she wrote all those years ago. And now... it was real. She rose, legs shaky but responsive, and crossed the softly carpeted floor to the ornate mirror that stood in the corner. What she saw made her pause. The woman in the reflection was Raina Moonveil, yes—but not the way she remembered. Her golden hair spilled freely down her back, her skin practically glowed in the low candlelight, and her deep violet eyes held an awareness—sharp, sensual, powerful. She looked every inch the fantasy she’d once created.And she was completely, breathtakingly, vulnerable. Raina leaned closer to the mirror, trailing her fingers down the curve of her cheek, the line of her throat.The collar shimmered faintly in the candlelight, a polished sigil embedded at the hollow of her throat pulsing like a heartbeat. This can’t be real... can it? A chime rang out—crystal-clear and far too loud for the quiet space.She flinched instinctively.Then blinked as a familiar glowing panel popped into view in midair, just above her line of sight. The menu shimmered like summoned starlight, its soft blue glyphs cycling through default options: Status, Inventory, Skill Trees, System Log... Her hand moved before she thought about it, and the screen responded. It’s just like the game... but sharper. More fluid. She flipped through tabs with increasing urgency.Everything looked like Eros Dominion Online—but it wasn’t.The layout was the same, but the contents... What the hell are these...? Skills with names she’d never seen before scrolled across her vision: Bluefire Magic – Initiate Tier Arousal Control Velvet Echo: Companion Form I Pleasurecrafting I Divine Seed: Debauchery — [LOCKED] She opened her Character Sheet, and her breath caught. Character SheetName: Raina MoonveilRace: HumanClass: Bluefire MageLevel: 1Divine Rank: UnawakenedDivine Seed Detected: DebaucheryHP: 110MP: 180SP: 130Arousal: 2%Charisma: 20Constitution: 18All other stats: Scaled to baseline A hollow laugh slipped from her lips. “They reset me... and gave me the one class I only ever joked about.” But even as she said it aloud, something inside her thrummed.The name.The collar.The body.The stats. And that one glowing entry on the side of her system screen—Divine Seed: Debauchery—called to her like a whisper from under the sheets.A whisper of warmth.A rush of scent.A memory that didn’t belong to her—but did. It crashed over her like a slow tide, unbidden and vivid. She was younger in the memory—softer. Her body was the same, but her posture was unfamiliar. Timid. Waiting. The bed beneath her was velvet. The air thick with incense. Her collar hadn’t even been enchanted yet. “It’s alright, little star.” The voice. Deep. Gentle. A low rumble wrapped in kindness. The orc who entered wasn’t like the lecherous NPCs players used to joke about. He was middle-aged, broad-shouldered, scarred by battle—but his eyes were warm.He removed his boots by the door.He asked if she was nervous.He’d even brought a small tin of honeyed fruit for her afterward. She remembered—felt—the rough calluses of his fingers sliding across her hips.The way he paused every time her breath hitched, waiting. Listening.His body had been large, but he never pressed—never took. Only invited. Her own breath shivered in her throat now, staring at herself in the mirror, feeling it again like it was happening now.Not as fiction.Not as fantasy.But as memory.As truth. She remembered what it felt like to be seen.To be held.To be chosen... not just purchased. And then it faded—leaving her standing in a borrowed body, in a world made from her own dreams, with echoes of desire still tingling across her skin. She touched her collar. “That wasn’t supposed to be real…” But it was. As she flipped through lingering memories—hers and Raina’s—each one blurred into the next, a pressure coiled in her belly. Familiar. Slow-burning. Intense.Her Arousal meter in the corner of the HUD began to climb, pulsing softly in time with her heartbeat. Her fingers hovered, almost instinctively, tracing down the curve of her stomach. I could… just to settle the tension… But before she could make contact, a sharp knock cracked through the air, jarring her from the reverie. “Raina!” called a voice—gruff, feminine, and dusted with years of smoke and command.“Your next client is waiting. Paid for several hours. I know you dislike multiple bookings in a row, but I couldn’t turn down that kind of coin.” Raina blinked and pulled her hand back, the moment gone like a wisp of steam.She cleared her throat, suddenly aware that her own voice would now be hers to wield. “Y-Yes, Madame. I understand,” she called back through the door, voice steadying.“Thank you for the warning and notification. Am I meeting them in the lobby or are they coming up to me?” There was a pause—then a chuckle. “They requested your room, sweetheart. Said they wanted privacy.”“Just stay where you are. I’ll send them up when it’s time.” Raina replied with a polite, “Understood,” and waited until the footsteps faded before moving. Alright. Think.You know this part of the backstory.This is just after her first few clients—one of the most emotionally vulnerable points… She took a deep breath and walked across the room, past the violet velvet sheets and toward the attached marble bath.A gentle wave of her hand—instinctual, remembered—activated the water, which began to fill with sweet-scented enchantment oils that shimmered pale pink in the basin. As she stepped in, she let the warmth carry away the tension, washing over her snow-pale skin.She bathed quickly but thoroughly, careful to remove every trace of what had come before. This new client, whoever they were, would see her composed.No longer fantasy.This is life.This is my path now. When she finished, she dried herself with soft towels and wrapped her body in a loose silk robe—lavender with thin silver threading.It slid down her frame like liquid moonlight, clinging to her curves in all the ways she’d once imagined. And then, she waited. The knock came again—softer, more intentional. Raina stood, composed in her lavender robe, as the door opened. Two men stepped into the room. The first was human, tall and broad, with short black hair and golden-brown eyes. His presence was quietly confident—not the kind that demanded attention, but the kind that held it once earned.He wore fitted traveler’s gear—worn, practical, slightly enchanted—but his bearing suggested control, like someone used to watching before acting. The second drew the eye more immediately. Beastfolk—somewhere between wolf and man.Not monstrous, not feral—beautiful, in a wild sort of way.His eyes were pale amber, sharp with instinct, and his ears twitched slightly at the edges of her scent in the air.He had fangs when he smiled. A tail swayed lazily behind him as he walked, like a man used to hunting, but in no rush to pounce. Yet. They exchanged a glance, one that hinted at years of shared roads, battles, and secrets.Then both looked to her. The beastfolk grinned first, teeth flashing. “You’re even more divine than the stories said.” The human said nothing.But his eyes said everything. As her violet gaze roamed the two men—one feral and grinning, the other smoldering and silent—a soft chime echoed in her mind, like a system alert cloaked in desire. [s****l Encounter Initiated]Arousal Rating: +18%Experience will be awarded upon:— Client Satisfaction— OR Raina’s Arousal reaching 200% (Overflow State) A soft gasp escaped her lips as warmth coiled low in her belly.The arousal meter on her HUD pulsed—elegant, subtle, but undeniably real.+18% and climbing. Her skin flushed.Her breath quickened. And yet, there was no panic—only the dizzying realization that this was it.Her first step into her path.Her first true experience in this world. This is happening. And it's going to be one hell of an evening. Chapter Three: The Blade and the Beast The beastfolk man was the first to move. He slid his shirt over his head with a casual grace, revealing lean, muscular lines dusted with dark fur. His tail flicked behind him, lazy and confident. His amber eyes never left hers. The human followed—slower, deliberate—as though watching her reactions meant more than showing off.His chest was broad, smooth, scarred just slightly beneath his collarbone.When he let his cloak fall to the floor, Raina’s breath caught again. Stars help me… they’re both beautiful. They advanced in tandem—opposite energies with a shared goal. And Raina Moonveil?She let the robe slip from her shoulders with a practiced ease, standing there in nothing but a silver collar and a slow smile. As the encounter deepened, Raina’s body hummed with growing heat—every kiss, every touch sending sparks dancing beneath her skin. Her Arousal Meter crept steadily upward, now hovering just under 60%.A slow build. A beautiful burn. These men—gods, these men knew what they were doing. They weren't fumbling first-timers or scripted pleasurebots.No, this was crafted. Careful. Sensual. They studied her reactions like seasoned scholars of the body, each touch refined, adjusted, perfected. Raina gave back just as much, of course—her hands, her lips, her breath, all working to unravel them in turn.It was a game of give and take, of testing limits and chasing that elusive finish line: client satisfaction or pleasure overflow. They’re trying to push me to the edge before I can do the same to them… clever bastards. And then, it happened. Without preamble, the two men turned their attention to each other—lips meeting in a brief, heated kiss that made Raina freeze. Surprise flickered across her face, and something else flared deep within her. [Arousal +20% — System Bonus: Unexpected Turn-On] Her meter spiked, jumping from 60% to 80% in a heartbeat.Her breath hitched. She had not expected that. The beastfolk's claws curled into the sheets beside her as he let out a low growl, pulling the human closer, mouths hungry. The human responded with a quiet intensity, as if they'd done this before—and only now remembered she was watching. Which, somehow, only made it worse.Or better. Raina’s body reacted instinctively.Her fingers gripped the bedding, her breath ragged.Her control—still present—was wavering. I’m not going to lose this encounter......But stars, it’s going to be close. As the two men continued to explore each other, they never once neglected the courtesan they’d paid for.If anything, their connection made their attention to her even more intense—like the shared pleasure only heightened what they gave to her. They kissed her, touched her, pressed against her like she was the thread holding them together. Raina felt herself dissolving into the heat, the rhythm, the weight of their bodies and breath. Her Arousal Meter hovered at 99%, the energy in the room thrumming like a spell on the brink of detonation. And then—together—they reached their limits. Their bodies tensed.Groans and moans slipped from their beautiful lips, raw and unfiltered. She felt them shake against her, watched the tension crack and melt across their features. It wasn’t just performance.It was real. Client satisfaction achieved. Raina’s system didn’t need to say it.It was written in the look they each gave her—soft, grateful, a little dazed. It was also written on the floor.And the sheets.And maybe parts of her hair. The two men thanked her—genuine and warm—and began to gather their clothes. Somehow, impossibly, they had used every second of their scheduled time, finishing right before the next hour ticked over. Efficiency.Precision.Bliss. When the door finally closed behind them, Raina collapsed onto her side, breathless and gleaming, her body overwhelmed with the warmth still radiating between her thighs and over her flushed skin. I didn’t even overflow... So close... I might need a few minutes... or hours... She let out a long, satisfied sigh and let the velvet sheets cradle her. This world wasn’t going to be easy. But if that was how it started? She was ready to burn it down—with silk and fire. Still catching her breath, Raina pushed herself up from the velvet-drenched bed, her limbs aching in the most indulgent way. Her robe lay forgotten somewhere across the room.The scent of sweat, magic, and satisfaction lingered in the air like incense after a ritual. She padded softly toward the edge of the bed, eyes narrowing as she reached for a clean cloth from the nearby washstand. And then it happened. A soft chime echoed in her head, and her screen flickered to life in the corner of her vision. [Encounter Complete]Base Experience Awarded: 125 XPBonus XP: “Edging Yourself” — +10 XPThreshold Tension Bonus: +50 XPSkill Progress: Blue Magic +1 | Arousal Control +1 | Pleasurecrafting +0.5Achievement Unlocked: "First Taste" – You always remember your first.Total Gained: 185 XP Raina let out a soft laugh, more breath than sound. “Of course there’s an edging bonus.” The system always had a flair for the dramatic. She finished cleaning up the... evidence of the two gentlemen’s generous time spent, then made her way to the bath once more. The basin was still warm, the enchantment still active. She stepped in slowly this time, sinking into the fragrant water until it kissed the base of her throat. As the tension melted from her muscles, she allowed herself to smile. If this is only level one... what’s level ninety going to look like? She leaned back, let her eyes flutter closed, and let the velvet water carry her into stillness—for now.