Defeatist

Nessa's fingers jittered across her controller. One, wide spread, leg bounced anxiously as her character narrowly dodged a combo string. She was just getting to the second phase of the fight and things were only getting harder.

Her firm belly coiled tight beneath her hoodie, very nearly causing her to mistime a dodge roll. It had been doing it with increasing intensity and frequency since she started no-life-ing the game a few days ago. Everytime it did it cost her run; a missed dodge, a panic roll into an incredibly delayed attack, a flinch causing her to heal at the worst moment – one cramp a couple hours ago hit so hard she pissed herself and unplugged her controller on accident. She was close to just calling it for the night and taking some pain meds for the cramps and hip pain, but each run felt like the one. She was so damn close.

Her fingers mashed hard into her controller as her stomach tightened even harder, as the pain in her hips and back mounted, as she felt a blisteringly sharp pain within her vagina.

“Fuuuuck you, craaaaamps,” Nessa grit her teeth through the pain.

The boss’ HP slowly whittled down as the cramps became faster. Nessa couldn't let the discomfort cause her to rush; no mistakes this time, this was the run. A pressure in her bottom intensified; It felt like she had to take shit but she ignored it. Bathroom break later, final boss now. Just had to hold it in. The urgent feeling to just bear down with the cramps threatened to consume her as the boss began one long combo string.

Instinct and hours of runs took over fingers. No amount of pressure or pain could distract her while she was in this kind of flowstate. Dodge right, dodge left, roll under the legs, parry, parry, She unconsciously spread her legs wider than before, her body pushed something firm through her with its own effort. The combo ended, but her concentration didn't; her character deftly took advantage of the lag openings.

Another cramp gripped her body. Nessa groaned loudly as the pressure peaked and what she thought would be the final blow left the boss’ HP at a thin sliver of red. It reared back for another string.

“C'mon, this is the one, this is the one–nghhhhhhhh!” Nessa growled as a burning sensation encompassed her already throbbing labia.

She entered her flow as if nothing was happening. Her body opened wider and wider, skin strained against skin, spurts of fluid drenched the crotch of her sweats. The boss' combo ended as her legs started to shake with an anxious excitement. This was it.

One final swing missed her narrowly, she bit her lip as her character swung into the boss’ model and the pressure made her back slightly arch. And then the boss music cut. The boss slowly turned into mist and the victory anthem rang through her small room.

“I did it….holy shit…YES, I DID IT,” Nessa, ignoring every pain, leapt out of her chair with a victorious shout as the boss dissipated into smoke. Not a second later the pressure between her legs released and a weight dropped into the crotch of her sweats.

“What the fuck…ow, owowow!” she gingerly reached toward the mass as she became aware of the struggle her body had gone through.