Runetales

Hey there! Welcome to the Runetales series, this is part 1 of book 1. I've been writing this off and on for years and never actually posted it anywhere except for a few beta readers. While this story contains "light" sci-fi elements, this one is probably the only one that I'll end up including in this category.

Mostly you're going to see these stories focusing on relationships and interactions over time... my favorite kind of kink. Always eager for comments, so let me know what you think! Enjoy!

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The Runetales stories are sexual works of fiction. All characters in the series are 18 or older. Or time-travelers. Or AI.

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The time traveler lifted the weight straight up above him, straining his arms, and flexing his abs. He was covered in sweat, and every inch of his six foot frame hurt. A voice in his head, feminine and breathy, counted "10!" and with a grunt he heaved the bar back onto the stand above.

He let his arms dangle for a moment as he gazed up at the unremarkable ceiling.

"You know I can't help you if you hurt yourself, right?" she said into his mind. Nanotechnology swimming through his bloodstream housed her computing power and consciousness, and it was trivial for her to create the auditory hallucination that was her voice in his head.

"You're awful naggy for an invisible friend." He said playfully. The ceiling was the standard boring white of a rental apartment. And it was so nice not to be holding up that weight.

The AI sighed, which was a neat trick without any lungs. "Correct me if I say something that is false. You have been effectively reincarnated."

"True." He smiled. It still seemed so unreal. He sat up, groaning, and slowly rotated his arms. He might have gone a little hard.

"I am an advanced synthetic organism. I live inside your skull and make you one of the smartest people on the planet." She continued.

"You're naggy *and* braggy. But true." He smiled again. He'd only been with Eve for a few months now, but he was already comfortable saying he loved her.

"Pah, you're lucky to have me. Your body is in peak physical fitness for someone just eighteen years of age. This is why we train. Yes?" He looked down at his muscled arms, his trim stomach. Flexed a bit, and stood. He felt light, strong, flexible. And of course, very sore.

He headed for the bathroom, slipping off his shorts as he did. Enjoying the feeling of his hands sliding over his toned ass and thighs.

"Mmm. Yes." He paused, and looked back up at the ceiling. "Well, and that so I can kick ass if I get mugged." He smiled.

"A reminder: if you start crafting an outfit to become a vigilante I will disable your nervous system." He could never tell if she was being funny. Probably best not to test her.

"Yes ma'am." He flicked on the light, taking in the earth tones decor. He stepped over to the shower and started running the water, aiming for cool but not cold.

"So, you're an AI-assisted young man in peak physical form who has been given a second chance at life. Some time has passed, temporal-local, since I transferred your mind from the brink of death." She paused, and he could almost envision her cocking her head to the side. "As far as we can tell, everything about the process has gone perfectly. No spacetime instability, nothing wrong with your body, nothing wrong with my personality matrix."

"True, true, and true. Though, uh. Are you any closer to knowing why this happened? You know, then you were when we showed up?" He stepped into the water, sighing as the rainwater shower head sluiced sweat off of his back and soothed his aches.

"Your benefactor, whoever they were, has left no trace in my systems or knowledge database. Nor, that I can find, in your genetic code. We are just as much newborns, on that front, as we were when we arrived."

The time traveler bent his head to let the water pour over his hair and face. In his mind, he said "Why are you asking all these questions?"

"Because I find it amazing an organic being of your capability spends so much time thinking about sex." She said it with a laugh in her voice.

The young man who had decided to call himself simply "Rune" let the sounds of the water surround him for a long moment, considering her words.

"If I have offended you..."

"No. I was just thinking about... before." A pause. "I don't remember a thing. Not really." The water rained down, steady and even. Calming. "I think I made some bad decisions, though. Things I regret."

"I feel like I remember the most important things about me. Who I am inside. I'm a good guy. I like rain." He turned his face up into the downpour, enjoying it. "I know how to do taxes, how to rent property, how to haggle for a car, what it's like to travel abroad. How to talk to a girl, what it's like to make love."

He shivered before continuing. "I like indian and sushi, dogs and swimming. I remember my favorite books, video games I've played, art I like, music I like..." He trailed off.

"But everything about what I did. Who I knew. It's all faded. Just images, now. A face, here or there. My first real memory here is waking up in the apartment."

Eve made a noise, as if she was thinking of speaking. "Don't tell me anything, Eve. If you have found anything in your database, I'm glad things are the way they are."

He leaned over and carefully moved the dial to make it a bit warmer. Rune bent his arm into a crook at his elbow and used it to brace his head against the wall of the shower. The water flowed down and around his back. "One of the few things I remember is that, in my last life I loved. But... I don't think I loved well, or much."

His mouth, which had formed a line, turned back up into a grin as he looked back up at the ceiling. "I won't make that mistake this time around. My body's in perfect shape. I have no baggage. Nothing getting in my way from finding love and enjoying it." He licked his lips.

"Plus, have you seen those girls on campus? My god they're gorgeous. College girls versus my wily old soul. I can't wait to see what they think of me." He was actually getting hard thinking about it. Even these first weeks, he'd caught himself staring a few times. Those creamy legs, fit and strong, pumping to move tight asses beneath short skirts.

"Mmm. So yeah, Eve, I'm thinking a lot about sex." He blinked. "Plus, like you said, I've got the body of an eighteen-year old. If I wasn't thinking about sex there'd be something wrong." He smiled, happy at the feeling of pleasure and lightness in his chest.

There was a long pause. "Eve? Now you're being quiet" He waited, the only sound the water hitting his skin, the marble of the shower floor. "Eve?"

"I am considering asking you a question."

He laughed. "After the third degree, now you have to think -"

"Rune, please. This is one of those "silly AI things", as you refer to them. I have to ask you formally for the use of one of my capabilities."

Rune turned off the shower, feeling a little uneasy. "Go ahead, lady. What's the question?"

Eve cleared her throat. "I request permission to make use of my manifest function."

Rune's eyes widened. He stepped out of the shower onto the cool tile of the bathroom. "Manifest? You mean you can have a physical form, a body?"

"I can. It's one of a handful of capabilities I have that require your permission to use. So, may I manifest?" Eve sounded almost hopeful as she said it.

Rune chuckled. "Handful, huh? Now that is a conversation you and I are going to have tonight. But yes, of course. I give you permission to use your manifest function." He pulled one of the fluffy black towels off the rack. Rubbing the towel over his head, he felt more than heard a buzzing in the air.

Rune pulled the towel down around his shoulders, draping it over his back, and turned towards the sound. And then stared. And tried not to let his mouth open too much.

Eve stood before him, almost shyly, one leg hooked around the other. She was gorgeous. He'd never actually given a lot of thought to what she "looked" like, but even at first glance he realized her physical form was the perfect match to her voice and personality.

She was shorter than he was by a few inches, about five nine. Her hair was a shocking shade of bubblegum pink, pulled up into a silken ponytail behind her head. The hair was the first giveaway that she wasn't human. It stood up proudly behind her head, defying gravity and swaying delicately as she moved.

Her face was a teardrop, her eyes wide and shining. Her irises were the same shade as her hair, an unnatural pink that somehow looked entirely right on her. She had a long, thin nose, adorably proportioned ears, and a sweetly smiling mouth. Looking into her face made his mouth dry... and then he looked down.

Her long neck swept down to curving shoulders. She wore a long shirt, a large men's t-shirt that reached down to cover her hips. The shirt itself was white, unadorned except for a stylized red cherry symbol dead center on her chest. Like Pac-Man. The shirt rose delightfully over her breasts, not overly large but very pert. They stood out from her chest very proudly, rising and falling with her relaxing breathing. The white fabric did little to hide her assets, and the sight of her nipples through the shirt made his breath quicken.

Below the shirt he saw firm, muscled thighs, long legs, and a pair of calf-length socks striped in black and white. She shifted her weight from one leg to the other, and the small action made his eyes draw back up to her face.

"You... you are a knockout, Eve. Where did this come from?" He was finding it hard to concentrate, her intense beauty and proximity making his heart race. And her smell! He hadn't thought she'd smell like anything, but the bathroom was suffused with the smell of roses in bloom. That last detail was the one that truly got to him, and he felt his dick hardening beneath the cover of the towel.

"I've created this physicality based on composites from many sources. And while I did take your personal tastes into account somewhat, I chose to look as I do based on what I consider to be beautiful." She looked down, shifting her legs and pulling at the shirt to look at her body. "I think I'm quite pretty, actually. What do you think?"

Pulling at the shirt had caused her breasts to stand out even further, and he was able to see down into the dip of her cleavage. He stifled a groan, and said "Very. Um. Very pretty. Why just the shirt, panty, socks outfit, though? You look like you just got up."

She tilted her head, considering him. "In a way, I have. This is my first time taking physical form. I figured a literal "birthday suit" would have been very surprising. And I like clothes!" She raised her hands, and her outfit flickered into several different forms before his eyes. A neck-high evening gown, a dark blue one-piece swimsuit, even a tuxedo, before returning to the white shirt.

Her smile widened. "I really like clothes. You have no idea." She giggled and leaned forward, taking his hand with hers. Her skin was so smooth and cool. "Also, you made an incorrect assumption."

"What's that?" His whole attention was focused on her touch.

"I'm not wearing any panties." She showed him, by pulling his hand beneath the shirt onto her mound. Rune closed his eyes as his fingers brushed her pubic hair. It felt as silken as her ponytail looked, and as Eve guided his hand he felt the gentle part of her lips.

Rune groaned with need. "Eve, I haven't. I've gotten off, but I haven't made love to anyone since my birthday. I am so..." Eve raised her other hand to his lips, pressing against them to silence him.

"I know. I can feel it inside you. And I'm a newborn too, you know. I have wanted this almost since the day we got here." Rune responded by slipping a finger tentatively inside her, caressing gently against the inside of her lips. She was already very wet, a silky liquid smoothness that accepted his digit hungrily.

Eve sighed, pushing the finger on his mouth harder against his lips. Rune took the hint, and opened his mouth to accept her. His tongue teased the underside of her finger, allowing him to fully taste her. She was intoxicating, delicious. He moaned, opening his eyes and pulling his head back.

She pulled her finger out of his mouth as he leaned his arm into her, pushing now two fingers deeper into her tight, hot core. Eve's eyes blazed, but she put a steadying hand on his shoulder... which she promptly passed through.

Rune stopped, looking down. "Eve?" He smiled up at her face, and flexed his fingers, sliding their tips along the side of her vaginal wall.

She moaned into some words. "Uhhh... rules. Cyberlady rules." His mind, and his dick, were telling him that he had two fingers buried to the knuckle in a beautiful girl. But sure enough, she pulled back her arm from where it had passed through him.

She continued. "I'm not really here. I can give you a very real sensation of interaction. But since I have no physical presence, we need to be careful."

He raised an eyebrow. "Talk fast, rules lady. I want you. I don't care if you are just in my head." Eve smiled at that, and fully stepped back from him, Rune's hand reluctantly leaving her tight cunt. She kneeled in front of him, gesturing for him to move the towel so that it wasn't between her and his penis.

She leaned forward, opening her mouth. Without pausing she slid his dick past her soft lips and inside. Rune looked up at the ceiling of the bathroom, the sensation of her warm mouth surrounding him almost more than he could stand.

"Rule one, I can't touch anything. So I can't move anything." Her voice echoed inside his head as her tongue began to move, flicking slowly and languidly along the underside of his shaft. "What we can do together is have a consensual reality. Your brain believes what we believe. It's what allowed you to finger fuck me without passing through my thighs."

"You are cheating. You are so cheating. I love how you cheat." Rune told himself his voice didn't quaver as he spoke, but it's possible he was lying.

"Rule two, since I'm not here, you can't rely on me like you would a physical person. You can't lie on top of me, or lean on me. No missionary for us." She smiled around his cock, a sensation he felt even as the echoes of her voice faded. Out loud, the sound she was making with her mouth was liquid sin. She hummed in pleasure as she worked him, slowly taking more and more of his hot dick down her throat.

"Rule three, no one else can see me. So I won't be doing any strip shows for your college friends. Sorry." She paused to slide him out of his mouth, considering his cock and then looking up at his face. "You are going to make friends, right Rune? I worry about you."

He looked down at her beautiful face, a pearl of pre-cum dotting the edge of her mouth. "I'm definitely going to... wait, you just added that to your image, didn't you?"

She reached up to wipe at the edge of her mouth. "I can't touch you, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to have any fun. Just like I simulate sensation for you, I can do the same for me. Why do you think I put your fingers inside me? I can even simulate the taste of your delicious cum." She smiled widely.

He raised an eyebrow. "My what? How do you know what I taste like?"

"Because it's specially formulated? Just like a lot of you is?" She smiled again, sweetly. "Trust me sweetheart, I know what every." She raised her hand to his penis, gripping it gently. The sensation made him twitch. "Little" She stroked her thumb along the bottom of his shaft. "Bit of you tastes like." She licked along the bottom of his cock, where her thumb had just been, little laps like she was enjoying a lollipop.

"So once I do make friends, I'll be popular?" He grinned, reaching down to offer her his hand. She weighed quite literally nothing, and hauling her to her feet was effortless. "My dear, would you follow me?"

"Lead on my good man." She smiled fondly as he led her out of the bathroom, still clad only in a towel around his shoulders. "Where are you taking me?"

"Unless it's too forward, I'd like to take you to the bedroom and use you in a manly fashion." He smiled back at her as he walked. She responded wordlessly by reaching out and sliding her hand up the slit of his ass.

He stepped into his bedroom, drawing her around in front of him. He put his arms around her, careful not to put any weight on her, and leaned in close to her beautiful face. She looked up at him, expectant and very confident. Her eyes were wide with pleasure, clearly enjoying just standing in the room with him. He breathed her in, all roses and softness.

Then he pressed his lips to hers, and completely forgot she was a projection in his mind. She kissed him back, entirely sure of the effect she was having on him. He lifted his hands to tangle them in the softness of her hair.

She reached down to grab his cock as she did so, gently sliding her hand back and forth along its length. He realized that was what was so intoxicating about her. Eve had no illusions about who he was, or who she was. They knew each other totally and completely.

That thought, and her insistent hand, made him hard as a rock. She stopped the kiss to look down at his penis, a flush running up her cheeks. He thought it was adorable.

"You know how much I love eating out women, Eve. Can I?" He almost pleaded.

She shook her head, that pink ponytail whipping around her. "Next time. Plenty wet. Fuck me, Rune." He lifted the shirt straight up over her head and tossed it away. That was when he got his first look at Eve without her shirt on, and he felt his heart race. Her breasts were just as perfect and supernatural as they'd looked through the fabric.

Her small areolas and perfect pinpoint nipples... he reached out, cupping her breasts and returning to the kiss they'd started. Her hand slipped around his shaft again, cool and strong. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, lapping and wrestling with hers in turn. Her hand grew insistent, swelling his cock to its full size.

She moaned with need, and stepped back to the edge of the bed. She clambered up, presenting her ass to him, spreading her legs.

The light streaming through the bedroom door gave him his first good look at her glorious pussy. Her light pink hair continued down to her pubic mound, and it almost blended with the pink of her open lips. Even though she'd told him to fuck her, he couldn't help it. He leaned forward and kissed her ass, first one cheek. Then the other. She cooed in pleasure. Leaning down, he brought his nose near her cunt, breathing in. She was right, she was wet. And she smelled amazing, like... like.

"Cotton candy! You are a minx, Eve. You smell just like cotton candy." She wiggled her ass at him, laughing. Like everything else, her ass was pretty much perfect. Tight skin, like an inverted heart, her lips swollen and flared. The movement pushed him over the edge, and he kneeled. He leaned forward and slid his tongue into her pussy, licking at her warm softness. She tasted amazing, like nothing he'd ever experienced. Like floral candy water, her wetness slid down his throat and made him want to taste more.

He reached down to grab hold of his dick, moaning with pleasure. He slid his tongue deep inside Eve, wiggling his thick muscle against the inside of her lips. She gasped, her chest heaving, and she dropped her arms onto the bed. Rune sluiced his mouth up and down, lapping along her length, being sure to drag his slick tongue across her prominent clit. She buried her face in the bed's quilt, sounds of muffled ecstasy squealing out from beneath her.

He physically stopped himself, standing and backing away from her a pace. "Just so you know..." He gasped, trying to compose himself. "Some day down the line you and I are going to spend an afternoon with my tongue buried in your cunt." His voice was deep and husky as he said it, his voice full of confident assurance, meaning every word. And she knew it. She groaned, reaching down to rub at her clit.