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Story Summary:

Hannah Mayhew is dead. Thankfully, she was a good person and now a heavenly being known as Aurora is gifting her with a perfect afterlife designed just for her. Hannah, now Samirah Korpart, is able to dive straight into the epic quests to stop world-ending threats in a medieval high fantasy world just like in her favourite stories.

And, of course, have abhorrent amounts of sex with a world full of attractive people and horny monsters. It's only fitting, since Samirah's class makes her and her party stronger the more depraved and whorish they become. Now, Samirah needs to assemble her team and begin on the grand quest to save the world with the power of sex.

Samirah was going to enjoy this very, very much.

Bite-Sized Description:

This is an ongoing webnovel filled to the brim with plentiful, frequent, and graphic sex scenes. It is interspaced with elements of romance, action and adventure, but features the main character Samirah and her party engaging in ludicrous amounts of depravity with various people and monsters on their world-saving quest.

Sexual Content:

Sexual and/or erotic content is extremely prevalent in this story, and will absolutely extend beyond these tags. The sexual and/or erotic content that I can safely say will appear most often within this story is as follows;

Female x Female

Female x Futanari

Female x Male

Female x Monsters

Gangbang

Creampies

Oral Sex

Anal Sex

Rough Play

And a dash of Dubious Consent or Non-Consent

Author's Note:

Hello all! Now, this story's going to be a little bit weird. More information about it is in my profile, but I'll sum it up the best I can here.

This story is being updated with a new chapter weekly, but here on Literotica, I am bundling the chapters together in groups like most other webnovels. This 'premiere' bundle consists of the first three chapters that are currently released. The next bundle will be chapters four and five, and from then on any updates to the story here will be in groupings of five chapters. Though my publishing pace as of right now is one chapter per week, that may very well increase in the future if enough people show interest in this story. In other words, uploads here are going to have a number of weeks between them.

With that out of the way, I hope you enjoy the first three chapters of Liminal Lewdness!

Chapter 1: Post-Mortem

I cocked my head at the woman in front of me, unbelieving of what I just heard. "I'm sorry, what?"

"This morning, as you were walking to the food bank, a speeding car slid on some ice and swerved off the road. You were struck at precisely sixty-seven kilometers per hour. It pinned you against the wall of a pizzeria, crushing eight of your vertebrae. You died on the way to the hospital-"

"-Yeah, yeah, I got that part. I was talking about what you said after." I interrupted the woman sitting in the chair across from me. Normally I wouldn't be so brash, but this wasn't normal. I mean, it isn't every day that you die and have a casual conversation with a prime supervisor of the afterlife. And in my bedroom, no less. If I had known, I would have cleaned up some of the laundry on the floor, at the very least.

The woman, who was sitting at the simple wooden dining chair I used for my desk, had it turned to face the bed- upon which I was sitting with my legs over the edge. Luckily, the woman seemed undisturbed by the mess that was my tiny bedroom in my tiny apartment. Instead, she seemed very, very out of place. A simple, yet elegant flowy dress that was brighter than a toothpaste commercial covered most of her ebony skin, including her arms that were hidden by the sleeves.

She was actually shorter than I would have expected, perhaps an inch below than my own five-six frame. Her hair flowed like a river of nighttime- quite literally might I add. As the pitch-black strands shifted even the tiniest amount with her movements, I could see the sparkle of stars peeking through the fibres. I imagined that in a heavy wind it may very well look like a galaxy was clinging to her skull. Her brown eyes were a sharp contrast, though. While her hair seemed magical through every stand, her eyes were completely normal; soft and warm. Although her age was impossible to guess. She could have been thirty like me or three hundred. Either way, she seemed to radiate an aura of reassurance. I felt safe next to her.

"You, Hannah Mayhew, are a very accomplished woman, one who passed on far too young. Despite losing both parents to illness at a young age and living through foster care, you regularly donated to several charities and the food bank, always signed up for volunteer work and even turned down a scholarship at the nearby college because you wanted to help others. Instead of pursuing a life of knowledge and self-gain, you slaved to start your own restaurant at just twenty-six. Despite having been a victim of rape from Terrance Holdt twelve years earlier, you still designed your restaurant to only have ex-convicts as the employees in order to help them get back on their feet after being released from prison. You even hired Terrance, the man who raped you, to be your assistant manager while taking a personal pay cut so you could increase the wages of your employees."

Ah, The Cell Block. Good memories. I remembered the restaurant as if I were there an hour ago. That's because it

was

an hour ago. I clocked off for the weekend, said goodbye to all of my employees, Terry included, grabbed an order of fries to go and walked home. If I had known that was going to be my last meal, I would have at least gotten a smoothie as well. The woman continued.

"You dedicated your life to helping other people and took no time for yourself. An altruistic soul such as yourself should not die at thirty-four, unwed and virgin in love, but mortality is a curse that you humans bear well. As thanks for your service, I shall weave together the threads of a special afterlife- one designed exactly to your preference."

I cleared my throat and rubbed the pale skin of my wrists. "So, you're gonna make a universe just for me?"

The woman frowned. "Not exactly. Think of it like a dream. According to your preferences, I can design an imaginary realm suited for your enjoyment."

"Still, an entire imaginary world for every good person that dies seems like a lot of work."

"It would be for mortals. Even if it were a substantial amount of work for an individual like myself, there are many frameworks I use that make the process easier. I choose a world based on the person's preferences and make the appropriate tweaks to accommodate what they wish to accomplish in the world."

"So... you're reusing blueprints?" I cocked my head. The woman smiled warmly.

"In a basic sense, yes. The world of Tonshlur is very well suited towards those interested in a medieval fantasy style of afterlife. The galaxies of Andien befit those with a wish for space travel. Once I have the framework, I change the smaller details like people, locations, languages, magic, biology, world events, cultures and religions as necessary. Some parts I don't change. Many of those facets are able to be reused to great benefit."

I looked around, brushing a lock of light brown hair from my eyes. Only now did I see that I was fully nude, my smooth skin bathing in the overhead light of my room. For some reason though, I was completely unbothered by my nakedness. Probably for the same reason that I didn't notice earlier, which is also probably why I wasn't freaking out more about being dead. A tug in my gut told me it was probably the woman's weird aura of comfort. I couldn't even try to be concerned around her.

"That's cool and all, but where am I right now? If this is heaven, it sure looks a lot like my bedroom."

The woman smiled. "This is not Heaven, but imagine it as more of a place of transition. This bedroom was a place of comfort for you, so that is where we reside while you decide on your afterlife. When you do, I will then send your mind to your afterlife but bring your soul back with me to Heaven where it is stored."

I thought for a minute. "So heaven is real? How am I even here? I'm not Christian. Shouldn't I be burning in hell or something for not believing in this?"

The woman chuckled. "Ah, a common mistake. That actually isn't true. That was just a falsehood crafted by the early members of the church to try and convert more members. No matter how hard we try to erase that concept from mortal minds, you are all very clingy about history. If you don't believe in a religion, you simply go to the afterlife of the religion closest to you and are then judged based on your actions in life with whatever creed that religion uses as doctrine. You had no particular attitude to any other religions and your living in North America meant Christianity had the most influence in your life. Therefore you came to us upon your death."

"Wait, does that mean that other religions are real?"

"Indeed." The woman nodded. "Hindu, Buddhism, Norse, Greek, Roman, Egyptian, Native, all of them exist. While you mortals are so frail and short-lived, your belief has always been one of the strongest forces in the universe. When enough people believe in something- truly, deeply believe, then your will itself shapes that thing into existence. Gods only exist because people believe in them."

"Okay, second question; why am I naked?"

She smiled, but respectfully kept her gaze locked to my eyes. Not that I would have minded if she looked downwards. I couldn't be embarrassed around her. Not to mention, she was actually quite pretty.

"Mortals are nude in birth and in death. Do not worry, I have seen more than you could count in their barest form. If you are uncomfortable, I could summon clothes for you."

I tilted my head, letting my hair roll over my bare shoulders. The room was cool but comfortable- just enough to cause my nipples to protrude from my modest breasts like pink beads but not cause goosebumps.

"No, this is fine. Who are you, anyway?"

"As I said earlier, I am what you would consider a supervisor of the afterlife. I have had many names over the centuries but the one that tends to stick around the most is Aurora."

"Pretty."

"Thank you, dear. Should we start designing your afterlife?"

"One last question, please?"

"Absolutely."

"What will happen to The Cell Block? Now that I'm dead, of course."

The woman thought for a moment and her eyes went out of focus as if staring intently at something in the distance. After several seconds, her gaze returned to me with a soft smile.

"My sense of foresight is not as strong as others, but I could glean that your restaurant seems to continue without you. Your death inspires a surge of popularity to the restaurant, as well as a fundraiser named the Mayhew Legacy. The fundraiser raises a total of eighty thousand, six hundred thirty-two dollars and twelve cents that is used by Terrance, the new manager of the restaurant, to keep the restaurant running for at least seventeen years. Unfortunately, my foresight cannot see any further than that. Based on the context I have provided thus far, I can assume that your restaurant likely continues well beyond because it is well supported."

I almost cried. To know that something I made to try and help people would outlive me so effectively was heartwarming. Aurora leaned forward and laid a soft hand on my bare thigh.

"Should we create your afterlife now?"

I sniffled and nodded. "Yeah. What kind of stuff can you make?"

"Since you were so virtuous in life, I can pull strings to weave almost anything your heart desires. It can be an original world implemented into one of the frameworks I explained before. It could be an existing reality found in stories or movies that you will live in as a character of your choice or a new one altogether. It could even be a mixture of both- the stories and concepts of an existing tale wrought in your own ideas. Nothing is off the table."

If what she said was true, then any world, any storyline ever created could be my playground. I could become a billionaire love interest in the Great Gatsby. I could be one of the Avengers enrolling at Hogwarts Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I could be an anime character fighting against zombies in the Walking Dead.

"Do not be worried about committing sin in your afterlife;" Aurora continued, "Since it has no effect or connection to the real world, there will be no punishments and you may enjoy yourself as you seek. Every wish, every thought, every pleasure you never partook in life can be yours in your realm. All you need to do is tell me what you want."

My mind initially drifted back to the various books on my small bookshelf, and all sorts of thoughts of high fantasy filled my mind. Of magic and wonder, of grand quests and worlds in danger in an era before modern times. I always loved the genre, and now I had the chance to live in it. I was about to speak when Aurora's words seemed to echo in my mind once more.

"Do not be worried about committing sin in your afterlife... Every wish, every thought, every pleasure you never partook in life can be yours..."

My mind traversed backwards. All of those lonely nights. No lover to hold close and warm my skin. Nobody to share the pleasures of flesh. There was too much work to be done; there was no time for that.

Farther still existed unholy desires- the hentai I would watch and the stories I would read as I brought myself to climax. Images and words of women being ravaged or locked in a lover's embrace. Pleasure dripping in tandem with sweat and cum. Men, futanari, tentacles, monsters, all having their way with the recipient they chose, all while I wished deep down to be in her shoes. I was sure that Aurora could see the warm flush through my chest since she smiled.

"I see you've decided."

I nodded.

"Very well. There is one final question I must ask of you."

"Okay?"

"I must ask if you wish to remember who you were before I send you on your way."

That made me pause. "You... want me to forget who I am?"

"Only if you wish." Aurora held up a hand assuringly. "When moving onto their afterlife, many choose to fully embrace what awaits them. Their memories are completely replaced with new ones of the world they choose and their new identity. They are a new person with no knowledge that the world they live in is a fabrication of the mind. They treat everything as if it were completely real. A clean slate, unaware that they themselves outlined the course of their entire new life."

"What if I want to remember?"

The beautiful woman adjusted the folds of her dress. "Then it will be so. You will retain everything you know right now and gain all of the knowledge you would with your new life. That course of action has both benefits and detriments over a clean slate."

I held my hands in my lap. "Like what?"

"A lowered sense of realism." Aurora began. "When you go into a life knowing that it's a facsimile, then feelings of despair, urgency, or even emotional connection can be muted. It's harder to make meaningful attachments to a person or place when you know it isn't real. Quests to save a medieval fantasy world filled with opportunities for sexual promiscuity may become mundane with the knowledge that there are no real stakes."

My cheeks went red. "You know?"

"Of course. There is no miscommunication in creating your afterlife when your desires are revealed to me. No need to feel shame about your wantings, Miss Mayhew."

"Sorry, it's just... isn't that like, really bad? In Christianity? The sin of Lust and all that?"

She sighed. It was not one of annoyance or exasperation. It was a sigh with a smile.

"Dear, sin is as built into human ideology as the will to breathe. To have the thoughts of sin is to be human. To resist them with morals is to be virtuous. You were extremely virtuous and indulged not in sinful pleasures, but societal progression. The afterlife is a realm where those suppressed desires may finally be relinquished from their chains without consequence because of your reservations in the living world."

The woman's hair shimmered as I looked to my toes. She continued speaking. "Back to the topic at hand. While the perception of reality is lowered and causes a distancing of emotions, knowing the world isn't real allows for a greater sense of freedom. You have the ability to do whatever you wish when there are no real stakes. Understanding that everything will turn out exactly the way you want it to regardless of your choices allows for indulgences of whatever you choose, whenever you choose for it."

"Like a video game. You aren't afraid to make choices in a game because you know it doesn't matter."

"Precisely." Aurora nodded. "The term 'sandbox' is often brought up when I tell people of these circumstances. In fact, many who wish for a fantasy world choose afterlives where the world functions with mechanics not unlike those found in video games. They wish for classes and skills and rigid rules that define their sense of reality. Functions that can be more easily understood and give a greater sense of progressive power."

"Huh. That actually sounds really interesting." I laid back on the bed. "What kind of stuff does that entail, if I were to go that route?"

"Any manner of things. First and foremost, you would receive some kind of 'class', which outlines what kind of powers you would receive. Those powers would come in the form of 'skills' and would shape in a variety of ways in order to make you far, far more powerful than an ordinary individual. Many choose for the class they receive to be one that is extremely rare or even unheard of, with a tremendous potential of power that stands far above anyone they could encounter in their world. They also often prefer to work their way from the bottom up, starting at first level, or the equivalent if the system they desire does not function with such specifics or terminology."

I could already picture it in my head. Spells and magic coming from skills that I had to progress all while on a grand quest to save the world from ruin. Forming a party with other people, fighting monsters, getting loot, and becoming powerful. My mind was made up.

"Yes. I want video game mechanics. I would like to be a spellcaster and work on getting stronger while building a party of allies, and we would all work together to try and save the world from some huge problem."

Aurora smiled. "A very common afterlife, but certainly not a bland one. The thrill of adventure is very persuasive. May I make one suggestion?"

"Of course."

"You could have your desire for carnal pleasures implemented directly into your powers."

"Oh." I had actually forgotten about the sex stuff with the shift of topic. Now it was back and my cheeks went red again. "I-In what way?"

Aurora's eyes shone sweetly like she wasn't jumping into a conversation filled with debauchery.

"In simple terms? A class dedicated to sex and lust, making you more powerful the more you indulge in pleasure."

"That's a thing?"

She nodded. "It's one of the most common shapes in which class-oriented fantasy afterlives are formed. The receiver is granted a class that not only augments their ability to fulfill their deepest desires for sin, but encourages it. Some shape it through Wrath, Pride, or even Greed, but by far the most popular is Lust."

"I-uh... that sounds good?" Despite the aura of assurance coming from Aurora, I was still flustered. In fact, the aura was probably the only reason I was telling the truth. If it hadn't been for that, I would have lied and said I wanted something bland in order to retain my sense of shame. "A sex class. Any ideas?"