SexCraft for the Gamer Girl 2: Into The Game

By Tanda Love

Terisa's life will never be the same. What started as an addiction to online gaming has blossomed into a grand adventure - both on and off the screen! In SexCraft for the Gaming Girl, Terisa's peaceful existence was shattered by the arrival of a magnetic and compelling stranger. Terisa indulged in carnal adventures beyond her wildest imagination. Little did she know that her body and spirit were being primed for the greatest adventure of all - into the game!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tanda Love
• Release date: Nov 5, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463708446

Tanda Love

Prepare for the adventure of a lifetime. My wicked imagination is full of naughty stories to share with my beloved readers. I will not leave you hanging for long. Immerse yourself in my adventures and enjoy the wild ride.Tanda Love is a pen name. I am a living breathing wild child with a penchant for the sexy side of life. Come visit me at my website for additional information.PS: You're getting in on the ground floor of something great! Thank you for being mine.xox Tanda xox

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Chapter One

Waiting is the hardest part

Terisa knew that her entire world was collapsing around her. If she was dedicated to the game before, she was now absolutely insanely fanatical about it. Nothing else mattered. And now she had a purpose, a holy quest, an ever loving reason for devoting hour upon countless hour to Unna Munuo Online.

Stig.

He had come to her through that portal. It was reasonable to expect that he would return the same way. And he had promised he would return. He swore it. Terisa had absolutely no doubt in her mind that he would come back. It was only a question of when. She knew she had to be ready. He had, after all, promised to come back for her.

He had not only come through the portal, but he had come to her. She was certain of that. It mattered.

UMO was still the biggest online game in the world. And Terisa was among an elite group of players to storm the shining shores and plunder rich lands and reach the pinnacles of the game. She had once observed that she never truly felt more alive than when she was in the game. Her in game friends knew her only as Sinterisa - a willowy and exquisitely gorgeous raven haired healer character. Her gaming endurance had shot up exponentially. No one knew that she was serving another purpose by pulling long hours. It was her vigil. Stig would either come to her in the game or in her apartment (as he had the last time). She had both venues covered.

Every moment she spent away from her apartment was excruciatingly painful. She obsessed over the fact that he might be waiting for her. Or worse, she’d imagine that he would be in the game, think that she’d abandoned him and and go back from whence he’d come, never to return.

Her forays out into the real world overloaded her senses. Her hungry eyes roamed across every face and scanned every humanoid figure as her bus traveled across the city. Occasionally, her heart would leap when she caught a glimpse of red hair or a bearded man, but it was never him. Terisa knew that her imagination was playing tricks on her. She had been infatuated before, of course, and this was like that. Only, it was a thousand times more potent.

Her body tingled when she thought of how he had pleasured her. To her amazement, she realized that until Stig, she had never truly been fucked before. Really fucked. He had used her completely, leaving her wanting more. She had never wanted to give so much of herself to one man. He had plunged to the depths of her desire and left no room for hiding or holding back. His skill had been unparalleled. Stig had the body that girls creamed over, but he had the iron will and lascivious talent to forge the body into an instrument of pleasure. Terisa was fucked. Doubly fucked. Huge hammer in her pussy fucked, and fucked because she would never be able to fully enjoy carnal pleasure without him.

The mere thought of how he had filled her body with his massive cock wracked her body with thrills and sent waves of pleasure to her pussy. She became a slave to her toys. If she allowed her mind to stray, she invariably found herself on her back ramming a dildo into her cunt while she whispered Stig’s name as thought it were a prayer of devotion. He was her singular fantasy, and the memory of him brought her countless orgasms.

Terisa’s life revolved around the return of Stig. She kept herself in shape by doing yoga religiously in front of her computer. She quickly ran out of chocolate and refrained from buying more. She hadn’t eaten much before, but now, she ate even less. She kept her body clean and neatly shaven at all times. That was, after all, the maddening part. He could return at any moment. She had to be ready.

Terisa couldn’t tell a soul about what had happened. She knew that they would think she was crazy. ‘Oh hey, yeah I met a guy. A seven foot giant Viking came out of the computer and fucked me in the ass, then he went back into my computer game. Oh yeah it was great and he’s coming back so I have to get going…’

Yeah, that wouldn’t fly. The secret was her own, no matter how many times her mother threatened to marry her off to Herschel Weinmann.

When she wasn’t on UMO, Terisa kept herself busy cleaning her apartment and making an honest attempt to stay abreast of her schoolwork. She was smart enough to realize that she had to fight to keep some semblance of normalcy. She couldn’t let everything fall to shambles. Her mother did have an annoying habit of stopping by occasionally and if she sniffed at even the slightest possibility that Terisa was going insane, there would be repercussions. Terisa had to make it look like she did not spend twenty hours a day in the apartment.

She tried to research anything related to the origin or the meaning behind the glowing gem that Stig had shown her, but to no avail. There was simply nothing online about such an item. She shifted her tack and tried to determine if anyone else had experienced the same phenomenon. Nothing. Or, perhaps, no one had written about it.

Terisa jotted down notes about what she had seen and experienced. She wanted to have a written record of it, although she wasn’t quite sure why. She just felt that it was important. Or, if she had to be honest with herself, she suspected that writing it down made it more real for herself. It gave it tangibility. As she wrote about her sexual experience with Stig, she had to stop several times to relieve her sexual tension.

He had turned her into a wanton slut for him. And she loved it.

Her dreams had turned wild and filled with bizarre sex. Of course Stig was in every dream, he pervaded every level of her consciousness. But what she did in them was beyond the scope of her experience. One night, she dreamed of being on an open grassy field with Stig. He pounded four stakes into the ground, laid her face down and naked into the grass, and tied each of her limbs to a stake so she was helpless and spread eagled. He took her from behind. It was glorious. Then, from across the field, she spied two creatures speeding her way at an incredible pace. Although they appeared to be bipedal, their gait was certainly not human. As they drew nearer, she saw that they had the heads of boars, the bodies of men and thick heavy satyr legs with cloven hooves. They were naked and fully erect with immense throbbing penises pulsing from their bodies. They took her again and again while Stig watched and laughed. She felt no fear. In fact, she was grateful for the opportunity to please him. His smile sent shivers of pleasure through her even as the boar men tore at her flesh. The pain was always secondary to the pleasure he inspired in her.

Another dream found her in the presence of several women. Terisa felt a stab of jealousy as they were all beautiful and shapely. As so often happens in dreams, she became aware of the fact that Stig did not approve of her jealousy. Rather, he wanted