Trapped In Elysium: A Virtual Reality Nightmare

Marcus stretched lazily on the small bed in his room, his muscles sore from the day's events. The knock at his door was unexpected. Groaning, he swung his legs off the bed and walked over to open it.

What greeted him was a sight that made him momentarily freeze in place.

Sera stood there, balancing a tray of food, her figure enhanced by the apron that hugged her curves. Her large breasts pressed against the thin fabric, the apron strings accentuating the shape of her waist and hips. She smiled at Marcus, her frustration from earlier gone as she took in his stunned expression.

"May I come in?" she asked in a soft, sultry tone, her voice dripping with charm.

Marcus blinked, snapping out of his daze. His gaze dropped briefly to the tray of food, but it quickly wandered back to her figure. "Uh, yeah, sure," he said, stepping aside and holding the door open wide.

Sera swayed as she walked past him, the apron brushing against her thighs and lifting slightly with her steps, offering teasing glimpses of smooth skin. Marcus couldn't help but stare as she set the tray down on the small table beside his bed.

"You didn't have to do all this," Marcus said, scratching the back of his neck, trying not to make it obvious he was staring.

Sera turned to face him, her hands lightly smoothing the fabric of the apron. "Oh, it's no trouble," she replied, her tone playful. "You worked hard today, didn't you? It's only fair you get a proper meal."

She bent over to arrange the plates on the bed, her movements deliberate. The apron rode up slightly, exposing the curve of her lower back and the faintest glimpse of her round backside. Marcus swallowed hard, shifting his weight awkwardly from one foot to the other.

As she stood, she pretended to adjust her apron, letting her hand tug at the strap near her chest. The motion made her breasts shift beneath the fabric, and Marcus's eyes followed involuntarily.

Sera smiled, noticing his gaze. "You know," she said, her voice low, "it's nice to see someone with such a strong presence around here. Most of the men I've met are… lacking in that department."

Marcus smirked, puffing out his chest slightly. "Well, I'm not like most men," he said, trying to sound casual but clearly pleased by the compliment.

"Clearly," Sera said, stepping closer. She reached out, brushing an invisible speck of dust off his shoulder. "You're different."

Marcus chuckled nervously, the proximity making it hard to focus. "Yeah, uh… thanks."

Sera leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a whisper. "You're welcome."

She turned back to the tray, pretending to adjust something on it. As she did, she bent over again, this time letting the apron lift high enough to reveal the bottom curve of her ass. Marcus's breath hitched, and he quickly looked away, his face growing hot.

"You okay?" Sera asked, turning to look at him over her shoulder, feigning innocence.

"Y-yeah," Marcus stammered. "Just, uh, surprised, that's all."

Sera straightened and walked over to him, her steps slow and deliberate. "Surprised by what?" she asked, tilting her head.

Marcus tried to find the right words but failed as his eyes betrayed him, glancing down again. Sera took another step closer, her hand lightly resting on his arm.

"You know," she said softly, "you don't have to be so tense. We're just… enjoying a little company, aren't we?"

Marcus's resolve crumbled as Sera pressed closer, her chest brushing against him. Her smile widened when she noticed his breathing quicken.

Without thinking, Marcus's hand moved, his fingers brushing against her side. He froze, realizing what he'd done, but Sera didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned in further, her lips near his ear.

"You're allowed to touch," she whispered.

Her words made Marcus's hand move on its own, his palm landing on her hip. As his grip tightened, she took his other hand and placed it lightly on her waist. Marcus's thoughts were a blur as his hands slid higher, one landing just beneath her chest.

Sera let out a soft laugh, leaning into him even more. "See?" she murmured. "That's not so hard, is it?"

Her encouragement pushed Marcus over the edge, and before he realized it, his hand had moved instinctively, brushing against the curve of her breast. The warmth and softness beneath his fingers made his pulse race.

Sera smirked, but her expression held a hint of satisfaction. This was exactly what she wanted.