"W-Wait, hold on a second!"
I stumbled back in the infinite white void, my hands coming up in a defensive, bewildered gesture. My brain was trying to process the cosmic transaction that had just been proposed.
"You want my... fluid?" I stammered, my voice cracking like a teenager on a first date. "Why? Why that specifically? Can't you just take a hair sample? Or... or a cheek swab? Why do we have to go the full biology textbook route?!"
The Golden Entity didn't retreat. If anything, she seemed to vibrate with a sudden, chaotic enthusiasm. The majestic, bureaucratic aura evaporated, replaced by the energy of a collector who had just found a limited edition foil card in a booster pack.
"Because it is the essence!" she chimed, her voice losing its echo and becoming terrifyingly eager.
She drifted closer, the gold rippling around her like an excited ferrofluid.
"Come on! It's a fair trade!" she insisted, sounding less like a god and more like a shady merchant in a JRPG. "I'll fix your Saber! I'll make her solid! I'll even throw in a warranty! Just give me the seed!"
"You are surprisingly pushy for a cosmic force!" I yelled, backing up until I hit an invisible wall.
"Is the form not to your liking?" The Entity paused. She floated back a few inches, tilting her featureless head.
"I can change," she offered, her tone shifting to a sultry, salesman-like pitch. "I can be anything. I can be everything. Your mind is filled with... fascinating templates. So many 2D waifus. So many pngs...many many pngs"
I blinked. "Don't look at my browser history."
"Too late," she teased. "What do you desire? A shy kouhai? A tsundere twin-tail? A gothic lolita with a parasol? Or a caring housewife tomboy"
She spread her arms, and her body began to morph. For a split second, I saw flashes of familiar silhouettes—pink hair, blue hair, cat ears, demon horns—a kaleidoscope of every anime trope I had ever consumed in my hollow days.
My brain short-circuited. Uh... uh...
"Choose!" she demanded. "Or shall I choose the one that screams 'dominance' to your subconscious?"
She didn't wait for an answer. She plucked a thought right out of the deepest, most degenerate corner of my mind.
"Oh," she hummed. "I see. You like them... seductive."
The liquid metal swirled, condensing. The featureless shape sharpened. Curves defined themselves with aggressive perfection. The height dropped, stopping just a couple of inches shorter than my own 5'11" frame.
The light faded, revealing skin. Pale, flawless skin.
She stood there, hands on her hips, radiating an aura of arrogance that could crush a planet.
She had long, flowing blonde hair that cascaded down her back like molten gold. Her eyes were a piercing, vertical-slit crimson—the color of blood and rubies. She wore golden armor that covered only the absolute necessities, leaving her midriff and thighs exposed in a way that defied practical defense but maximized aesthetic lethality.
She looked like Gilgamesh. But... female.
She looked like the King of Heroes if he had decided to conquer the modeling industry instead of Uruk.
She flipped her hair over her shoulder, looking me up and down with a smirk that was equal parts mockery and invitation.
"Hmph," she scoffed, her voice now carrying a regal, haughty cadence. "I scanned your preferences. It seems you harbor a desire to be looked down upon ."
She stepped closer, the heels of her golden greaves clicking in the void. She was 5'9", just tall enough to look me in the eye if she stood on her toes, but she carried herself like she was ten feet tall.
"Many women fell for this hero, did they not?" she teased, poking my chest with a manicured, golden finger.
She did a little spin, showing off the divine geometry, before stopping and leaning in close, her crimson eyes locking onto mine.
"Well, Mongrel?" she purred, stealing the catchphrase but softening it with a dangerous playfulness. "Does this meet your standards? Is this a vessel worthy of the transaction~"
I stood there, frozen.
Gilgamesh... but hot lady?
Crimson eyes?
Attitude?
It was a critical hit. It was super effective.
I felt a warm trickle run down from my nose.
I slowly, shakingly, raised my right hand.
I gave her a thumbs up.
"Nice," I whispered, my voice barely functioning.
The Entity—Fem-Gilgamesh—let out a soft, satisfied chuckle. She reached out, grabbing my tie and pulling me forward until our faces were inches apart.
"Good," she whispered, her breath hot against my face. "Then let us conclude this deal."
She stepped back slightly, gesturing to the infinite white void around us as if it were a royal bedchamber.
"You may lead," she had said.
I swallowed hard, the sound audible in the infinite silence. Her crimson eyes were boring into my soul, dissecting me, analyzing my 'value' with the scrutiny of a collector appraising a rare artifact.
"Right," I croaked. I cleared my throat, trying to summon the confidence of a man who hadn't just been propositioned by the Throne of Heroes for a biological sample. "Leading. I can do leading."
I took a step forward, closing the remaining inch between us.
"You realize," I murmured, trying to keep my voice steady, "Usually, people buy dinner first. Or at least offer a drink...not that i did it before but!"
Fem-Gilgamesh...as i decided to say that for now, let out a sharp, haughty laugh. She released my tie and placed a hand on my chest, her fingers tracing the gear logo on my uniform.
"Dinner?" she scoffed, the sound dripping with amused arrogance. "I am the Administrator of Heroes. Do you think a mere meal compares to the raw data of a foreign universe?"
The Golden Queen didn't wait for a verbal confirmation. She surged forward, her hand winding into my hair while the other gripped my chin with the strength of a thousand legends.
Chu~
Her lips were hot—unnaturally so—tasting of copper, ancient honey, and the ozone of a thousand lightning strikes. It wasn't a soft greeting; it was a conquest.
She tilted my head back, deepening the kiss with a predatory hunger that felt like it was trying to pull the very soul out through my throat.
Mmmph~ Nnnh~
My brain felt like it was being put through a centrifuge. I wasn't just making out with a beautiful woman; I was making out with the literal Throne of Heroes.
Every hero, every legend, every war, and every drop of human ambition ever recorded was condensed into the figure currently dominating me.
It was a metaphysical sensory overload that made my Stands hum in a frantic, confused rhythm.
She pushed me back, her crimson eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and primal hunger. She was in absolute control, her movements fluid and authoritative.
Suddenly, she broke the contact, trailing a thin, shimmering thread of saliva between us. Her expression shifted from the arrogant, haughty King to something far more... focused.
Slurp~
She licked her lips, her eyes scanning my body with a dark, satisfied glint that made my blood run cold and hot at the same time.
"I think I shall make this easier for both of us." She whispered, her voice a sultry vibration that felt like a caress.
The white void beneath us rippled. Out of the infinite nothingness, a plush, oversized red heart-shaped bed materialized, looking like something straight out of a bizarre 90s anime romance. It was gaudy, ridiculous, and perfectly reflected the chaotic logic of the entity.
I fell back onto the soft velvet, my head spinning from the stimulation and transition.
She didn't hesitate. She crawled onto the bed with the grace of a stalking panther, looming over me.
As she moved, the golden armor didn't just fall off—it dissolved, turning back into liquid gold that slid off her pale, flawless skin like warm rain, vanishing into the red velvet of the bed.
She straddled my waist, her weight grounding me to the only thing that felt real in this void. Her long blonde hair fell around us like a curtain of silk, veiling us from the infinite white.
She leaned down, her chest inches from my own, her crimson eyes locking onto mine with a promise of absolute extraction.
"Now," she purred, her hands pinning my wrists to the bed. "Let us begin the deal now. Do not hold back, Mongrel~"
"I want everything you are~"
Chu~ Mmmph~
She descended upon me again, and this time the kiss was somehow even more devastating—a slow, deliberate claiming that made my vision blur at the edges. Her lips moved against mine with the precision of a sculptor shaping marble, teeth grazing my lower lip with just enough pressure to make me gasp.
Slurp... chu~
"Haah... good," she breathed into my mouth, her voice dropping an octave, losing some of that regal edge to something raw and visceral. "You're trembling. How... deliciously fragile."
Her hands released my wrists, but only so hers could roam. Mine found purchase on her hips, fingers sinking into impossibly soft flesh that felt like warm silk stretched over steel. She was flawless—pale as moonlight poured into human shape, every curve a testament to divine proportion. When I traced upward, brushing the sweep of her ribs, the side of her breast, she arched into my touch with a satisfied hum.
Mmm~
"Your hands are rough," she observed, crimson eyes half-lidded as she watched me explore. "Worker's hands. Primitive. Yet..." She rolled her hips, grinding against me with deliberate slowness that tore a groan from my throat. "They suit you. Touch me properly."
I obeyed, mapping the golden valley of her waist, the elegant lines of her shoulders, the weight of her chest against my palms. Her skin radiated heat like a furnace, smelling of that intoxicating blend of thunderstorms and ancient libraries. Every touch sent sparks through my nervous system—pure information overload as my Stands screamed warnings and arousal in equal measure.
Chu~
nnh~
She captured my mouth again, tongue sweeping deep and possessive, drinking in my reactions like wine. When she pulled back, trailing kisses down my jaw, my throat, her golden hair was a curtain that trapped us in our own universe.
"Delicious," she purred against my collarbone, teeth grazing the tendon there with predatory affection. "You're so desperate to be collected."
Her hands worked between us, deft fingers unfastening, pushing aside fabric until nothing separated us but the scorching heat of skin on skin. She rose up, statuesque and radiant above me, blonde locks cascading over her breasts and shoulders like a cloak of spun sunlight. The sight of her—powerful, naked, straddling me with divine entitlement—made my breath catch.
Mwah~
chu~
She leaned down to seal our lips once more, swallowing my whimpers, her hands sliding down my chest to pin my shoulders. The kiss grew messier, wetter, the sound of our mingling breaths and sliding tongues echoing in the white void.
Slurp...chu~
"Look at you," she whispered against my lips, voice husky with approval. "Lost. Overwhelmed. Mine."
She shifted, rising up on her knees, hovering above me like a constellation about to fall. Her hands gripped my length—sending electricity up my spine—and positioned me at her slick entrance. Our eyes locked, crimson to whatever color mine had become in this state of divine delirium.
The heat radiating from her core was searing, intoxicating, a gravity well promising oblivion and ascension in equal measure. She paused there, just the barest contact, a teasing promise that made my hips buck helplessly.
*Mmm...*
"Patience," she commanded softly, but her own breath was ragged now, her composure cracking to reveal the ravenous hunger beneath. "I want to feel the exact moment... when your evolution..." She lowered herself fractionally, the tight heat beginning to envelop me, her expression transcendent with anticipation. "...merges with mine."
She poised there, perfectly aligned, her entrance kissing my tip, her weight suspended above me in an agony of anticipation.
descended.
Squelch~
"Ah—!" The sound that tore from her throat wasn't the haughty purr of a goddess, but something raw, startled, almost young. Her eyes went wide, crimson irises dilating to golden pools as she sank down, down, taking me into a tight, scorching heat that seemed to contract and flutter around me in ways that defied simple biology.
"This..." Her voice fractured,changing back to the voice of the Throne itself met before the mood swing. She gripped my shoulders, nails digging crescent moons into my skin, her body trembling atop mine. "This... sensation. Actual... ah... nnngh... friction... warmth..."
She twitched, inner muscles clenching experimentally, her mouth falling open in a silent gasp.
"So... constricting. So... full. Is this... what they feel? What they... remember?"
Then the crimson light returned to her eyes. The personality reasserted itself, crushing down over the ancient vastness like a gauntlet closing.
Her expression shifted from cosmic confusion to predatory amusement. But her eyes—her crimson eyes had transformed, pupils blooming into glowing hearts, pulsing with the same golden light that ran through her veins.
"Hehe... fufu~" The laugh was pure Gilgamesh, haughty and delighted.
She wiggled her hips.
Squelch... squelch~
A sinuous roll that worked me deeper, shifting her weight until she had taken every inch, her hips flush against mine, her body stretched full and trembling around the invasion. The lewd sound of wet flesh meeting filled the void, obscene and holy all at once.
"Look at you," she cooed, those heart-shaped pupils drilling into my soul. "Buried to the root inside me~ Does it feel like conquest, Mongrel? It shouldn't. I'm the one..." She rose up slightly, slick heat sliding along my length, "...digesting... you."
Slap... squelch... ngh!
She began to move—slow, rolling undulations that made her golden hair sway like wheat in a divine wind, her breasts bouncing with each downward grind. The rhythm was calculated, archaeological, studying the exact angle that made me groan, the precise depth that had her biting her lip.
Chu~ Mwah~
"Delicious... simply delicious~" she sang, leaning down to nip at my jaw. "Your evolution tastes better than I—nngh!"
I moved.
My hands shot to her hips, grip iron-tight, and with a surge of strength fueled by desperate, cosmic arousal, I threw her. The world spun—gold and white and crimson blurring together—and suddenly she was beneath me, back hitting the velvet heart-shaped bed with a whump that drove the air from her lungs.
Her eyes—now wide and startled, the hearts flickering back to surprised crimson rings—stared up at me. The Throne itself seemed to pause, the infinite library of heroes going silent in shock at this reversal.
Straddling her now, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand while I hovered at the precipice of that scorching entrance once more, I felt something wild and triumphant rise in my chest.
"How dare you—" she began, but I cut her off with a surge of my hips, burying myself to the hilt in one swift thrust that made her scream.
"It's..." I growled, leaning down until our foreheads touched, watching her composure shatter completely. "My turn!"
Squelch— Slap!
I pulled back and slammed in again, setting a brutal, punishing rhythm that made the heart-shaped bed creak beneath us.
Slap! Squelch... squelch! Slap!
"Ah! Hah! Nnn—slow down, you—nngh!" She tried to snarl, but her voice was breaking, fragmenting into gasps that sounded increasingly desperate, increasingly human. The Administrator of Heroes, the cosmic archive wearing golden skin, was coming apart under my thrusts.
I gripped her hips tighter, fingers digging into divine flesh, and angled deeper.
Squelch-squelch-squelch! Slap!
"There—right there—nnngh!" Her head threw back, blonde hair spilling across the red velvet like a golden waterfall. Her legs wrapped around my waist, heels digging into my lower back, pulling me deeper even as she pretended to resist. "Don't you dare—hah!—stop!"
I didn't. I couldn't. The heat of her, the impossible tightness that rippled and contracted, was driving me toward the edge. Every thrust sent sparks through my vision.
Slap! Squelch! Slap!
"I'm—nngh—close—" I gritted out, my rhythm faltering, becoming erratic, desperate.
"Then fill me," she commanded, her voice a breathless whisper that somehow carried the weight of eternity. Her hands cupped my face, those crimson eyes—still glowing, still burning—locking onto mine. "Give me it. Every drop. Let the Throne drink."
Squelch! Slap!
I buried myself to the hilt and broke.
"Nnngh—!"
The release was cataclysmic. My vision whited out completely, not from the void around us but from the sheer overload of sensation—pulse after pulse spilling into her divine core, being absorbed, consumed by the entity beneath me. She shuddered around me, a rhythmic clenching that milked me dry, her own cry of release a harmonic chord that sounded like a thousand voices sighing in unison.
Hah... hah... hah...
We collapsed together, my weight settling onto her, both of us gasping in the infinite silence. The afterglow was warm, heavy, suffusing the white void with a golden hue that hadn't been there before.
I tried to roll off, to collapse beside her on the ridiculous heart-shaped bed, but—
She was already pristine.
I blinked, staring. The sweat, the mess, the evidence of our collision—all gone. Her skin glowed with fresh, divine perfection, not a hair out of place. She looked like she'd just stepped out of a bath of liquid starlight.
But her eyes—
My breath caught.
They were still hearts. Glowing, pulsing crimson hearts, fixed on me with an intensity that made my spent body twitch in confused arousal.
'Did I... did I just fuck the Throne of Heroes into submission?'
The thought was absurd, impossible, yet there she lay—cosmic administrator, golden king, infinite archive—gazing at me with the doe-eyed hunger of a smitten girl, her hips already shifting restlessly against the velvet.
I tried to sit up, to process, to maybe find my pants in this infinite white hell—
Her hand shot out, fingers lacing through my hair with supernatural strength, and yanked me back down.
"Ungh—!"
I fell back onto the bed, staring up at her as she rolled with liquid grace, mounting me again with the same predatory ease as before—but different now. The arrogance was still there, but it was... playful. Hungry in a way that had nothing to do with a simple transaction.
"Where are you going?" she purred, leaning down until her heart-shaped eyes filled my vision, her golden hair creating a private world around us. "We have only just begun cataloguing your... stamina."
She ground against me, already slick and ready, and I realized with dizzying certainty that I wasn't leaving this bed anytime soon.