Authors: Arielle Archer
Worry.
“Maia! Jump!”
I glanced over the edge of the bridge and then back to him. I hoped the incredulous look on my face communicated just how ridiculous I thought that idea was. His sword flashed as he parried a thrust from Whitebeard. He landed a hit on the pirate who was thrown off balance for a moment, but then, almost supernaturally fast as though he was gifted by an algorithm that was meant to make him impossible to defeat, he hopped back up and was advancing on Conlan again.
There was an unpleasant smile on the pirate’s face. He glanced to me and that smile grew even wider, revealing several missing teeth. Which was a huge improvement over the teeth that had turned yellow or even black. Either way, it was an unpleasant smile that promised very unpleasant things for me.
Conlan turned to me again. “Maia! You need to jump!”
Only I stood there with a fireball at the ready. Waiting for a moment when I could get a good shot at the pirate. I was confident that no matter what his skill, if Conlan would just step back long enough for me to get in a good shot then this seemingly immortal pirate would quickly find it a lot harder to dodge a giant fireball than to dodge Conlan’s steel.
Of course the real world me knew I was just posturing, but one of the principles of the role-playing community, at least the role-playing community I associated with, was that you didn’t mix out-of-game knowledge with in-game knowledge.
Back in the game Conlan let out a growl of frustration and knocked Whitebeard down again. The pirate went sprawling, and this time he fell back far enough that while he was scrambling up Conlan was able to run across the bridge. He scooped me up in his arms and the fireball I’d been preparing, that had been crackling oh so delightfully over my fingers, winked out of existence, as he picked me up like I was a sack of potatoes and then we both were flying over the edge of the bridge. We were both doused in water. I felt myself go under and wondered if I would survive this, but I had the comfort of his arms wrapped around me. The comfort of his hard cock pressed against me as he held me against him, as we were carried along by the current. Carried far from the bridge where Whitebeard stood shouting at us.
I realized that as long as I was in his arms I didn’t care what happened to us.
I blinked as my character landed in the water and then a thrilling animation of her being pulled along underground tunnels started up. At least that animation had been thrilling when it was new a couple of years ago when the game was new. Now that I’d seen it the hundreds of times I’d been in here on my own, now that technology had marched on and there were far more impressive games, graphically speaking, on the market, the animation just gave me some much-needed breathing space to sit back in my chair and wonder how far I was going to let this go.
It was insane, but this man had a way with prose that set me on fire in a way that I hadn’t felt in awhile. That I hadn’t felt since my last boyfriend, a fellow creative writing major, and let’s just say his prose hadn’t been enough to get me this hot and bothered.
There was also the little problem of me breaking my rule about sexy times in a role-playing scenario. That used to be one of my hard and fast rules, but now there was a small voice in the back of my head whispering that it wasn’t a big deal. That this was just a game, after all. It was just a little role-playing session that was getting hot and heavy in a way my role-playing sessions never did, but was that really a big deal?
Was it really a big deal? I was just violating every principle I held dear when it came to this sort of thing. I knew people who enjoyed this sort of role-play, but I wasn’t that kind of person. Except now that I was in the moment, now that I was being honest with myself, it seemed like I was that kind of person. I’d always looked down on the people who did this sort of role-playing, and yet now I was becoming the sort of person who did this sort of role-playing.
It was all his fault. It was because he was so great at crafting a story. It was because he had a way of turning a phrase that could make a girl weak in the knees.
And really, what was the harm? This really was just like reading a dirty story. Except it was a dirty story I was helping to write. It was a dirty story I was working on with my co-author who happened to bear more than a striking resemblance to his sexy character if his Elassa profile picture was anything to go on.
Deep down, in that part of me that was being completely honest, I knew that stopping was the last thing I was going to do. I knew that this animation was going to end in a moment, and I was going to keep right on with this forbidden role-playing scenario. I was going to see where it led.
The entire time I’d been idly running my fingers up and down my pussy. I was amazed at how incredible this felt just from my hand. My fingers were providing more intense stimulation than my plastic vibrating pal could ever hope to and it was all because of how turned on I was. It was all because of how incredibly hot I was because of Conlan, because of how great he was at this.
It was a conundrum. I wasn’t the kind of girl who did this sort of thing. And yet for my sexy confident Conlan apparently I was.
The animation finally came to an end and my character popped out at the top of a waterfall. Both of our characters splashed down in the water and he started advancing on me. I put my hands back on the keyboard and licked my lips in anticipation.
The water was surprisingly warm as I splashed down into it. I swam for the surface and took in a deep breath. I looked at my surroundings and my mouth fell open. It was absolutely beautiful.
Light streamed in from a wide cave opening about twenty feet away. It illuminated clear blue water with fish swimming by idly. I smiled as I moved my hand through the impossibly warm water. This kind of ocean life was a sharp contrast to the stuff I usually saw which tended to be creatures with giant teeth intent on killing me.
I turned away from the entrance to this little grotto and let out a surprised squeal. There was a very handsome, extremely sexy human barbarian with tousled wet hair who was advancing on me with an intense look on his face. A look that was similar to what Whitebeard had given me earlier, and yet it was different coming from him. It was a look that promised things that set my body on fire. Promised things that were turning me on so much as I tried to manipulate the keyboard and mouse with one hand while the other was down between my legs manipulating something else.
In game I turned and started swimming towards the edge. Backed away from him, and yet he continued advancing. Inexorably. As he got closer I smiled. He looked me up and down and it sent a chill running through my body. It drove me wild with lust. I couldn’t believe a man could make me feel that way just from one look, but there it was.
“We’re alive,” I said in a tone that said I couldn’t quite believe it. I looked him in the eyes. “And you were amazing back there.”
He leaned in even closer. So close that I could feel the heat radiating off of his body. I could feel his rock hard muscles. I wanted to wrap my arms around him. I wanted to wrap my legs around him. God! What was it about this man, what was it about the way he could turn a phrase that made me weak in the knees? That made me want to violate every principle I had about role-playing to have a little fun with him?
And yet I was willing him on. Secretly I was screaming in my head, begging him to make the move.
I sighed as he leaned forward, as his lips made contact with mine. Holy shit! My arms wrapped around him, wrapped around that impossibly built torso. It was everything I’d imagined and more. It was so incredibly hot. I was done denying myself. I was done denying the world of pleasure that was opened to me by this forbidden experience with this incredibly talented writer, with this incredibly sexy human warrior.
“This is so wrong,” I sighed. I was so distracted that I fell out of character. “I’ve never done this before.”
He pulled back and looked at me, a grin on his face. “Never?”
“Well, it was never really my thing. I always thought it was sort of…”
“Silly? Stupid? Ridiculous when you could go out and get it in the real world?”
I bit my lip, blushed, and nodded. “Pretty much all of the above.”
He leaned in closer, though it was obvious we were both having an out of character conversation at this point. I was just breaking all sorts of my personal role-playing rules tonight.
“Do you want to know a secret?”
“What?” I breathed.
“I’ve never done this either,” he said. “Never even considered it. You’re just so goddamn…”
And he leaned forward and kissed me. It was a hungry kiss. Insistent. I felt his body pressing against mine and it was all I could do to hang on as a roller coaster of emotions washed over me. I was a bundle of sensations. The warm water surrounding us, his body towering over mine, feeling him pressing against me like that, the naughtiness of doing something I’d never done before, that I swore I’d never do under any circumstances, and yet it still felt so right with him. I let it all wash over me.
I felt a hunger, a lust, an urgency that was surprising. It was more intense than anything I’d felt in the real world, and this was something that was just happening in a video game! I couldn’t believe I was doing it, but I tugged at his shirt, pulled it up revealing his rippling muscles underneath.
And as I sat in my chair hunched over the computer looking at his avatar on screen I couldn’t help but think back to the picture I’d seen on his Elassa account. I imagined his rippling muscles looming over me in the real world. Pressing against me. God it was so fucking hot!
He growled and pressed into me, his growl vibrating down my throat even as his tongue explored my mouth. As I arched my back and pressed myself against him, loving the feel of my sensitive nipples brushing against his bare chest.
We pulled away from the kiss and I didn’t know what to do. I was unsure of myself, so inexperienced never having done anything like this, but knowing that it was so right. Knowing that this was something I definitely wanted.
I reached down and started fumbling at his belt. He grinned that cocky confident grin and then he was looking at my own clothes. Yanking at dress and ripping it down, pulling at the armor underneath, one of those ridiculous bikini armor pieces that I always wore a more appropriate role-playing dress over. And yet I always liked having that particular set of armor on my character. I’d made sure to have that particularly scandalous set of armor on my character tonight because something in my subconscious knew something like this was going to happen.
And I realized that my subconscious knew it and wanted this to happen even as my conscious mind was being washed away by waves of pleasure, by waves of pure emotion, by the unstoppable wave of masculinity that was this incredible man.
We must’ve gotten each other out of our clothes in record time. He was a man possessed. He was a man who was taking what he wanted, and I was a woman who wanted him to take what he wanted. I felt his manhood press up against my pussy and then he was pressing forward. Moving inside me.
I threw my head back, allowed my wet hair to fall against the rocks with a slap, and gasped quietly as he pressed up inside me. It was so fucking incredible! His hands reached out and grasped my own as he continued pressing inside. My breath came in short gasps, his own breath came in ragged gasps as a he looked down at me with a hunger that was mixed with something else. A loving expression.
I blinked at my keyboard. He described it exactly like that. He described his character looking at me with a loving expression. Did that mean… Could that possibly? I shook my head. No, I wasn’t going to read anything into that. Things were going fast, but I had only known this guy for a few weeks. Besides, he was probably caught up in the moment, and I wasn’t going to hold him accountable for things he said when he was caught up in a passionate moment like this, no matter how much I wanted those words to be true.
I leaned forward and I got back into the game.
He leaned forward and pressed one last time, let out one final grunt that turned to a roar as he buried himself inside me. His hulking body over my petite frame was so incredibly sexy. He was completely dominating me. I looked up from his rugged stubble down to his broad chest with its wispy hair, down to his perfect abs, down to between his legs and that the spot where his cock was buried to the hilt where our bodies came together in a forbidden embrace.
An embrace that was forbidden by my own rules of role-playing. An embrace that was forbidden by the terms of service in Tales of Elassa even though it’s not like they could stop that sort of thing from happening since there were so many people playing the game, an embrace that was forbidden in the world of Elassa because he was a human and I was an elf, and yet the naughty combination of all of those taboos being shattered at the same time was so incredibly hot that it had me over the edge.
I moved my hand down and started running it up and down my pussy as he started pulling out and slamming inside me in-game. I was so hot. I felt the hair standing up on the back of my neck, I felt my nipples pressing out towards the computer monitor. I felt my pussy getting so wet as I ran a finger up and down, as I felt small sparks going through my body outside the game world as explosions were running through my body in the game world.
I really hoped Samantha didn’t decide to come home from the bar any time soon.
His thrusting grew more erratic. This was going fast, but that was just fine with me because I was so damn close. With a final grunt and a roar he buried himself inside me and then he was exploding. That was enough to send my character over the edge, squeezing her eyes shut and screaming as impossible waves of pleasure crashed over her body even as water crashed over her body from the force of us fucking.
Of course the explosion my character was feeling were nothing compared to the explosions that were going off in my computer chair. I was breathing heavily, crying out. I pressed my fingers against my pussy, not even inside my shorts, and then it was happening. I was shuddering, my entire body felt like it was on fire as explosions of tingly pleasure shot off all through me. I felt an impossible warmth spreading through my stomach, I felt and impossible pleasure between my legs. I had to grip my chair with my free hand as I rode out that wave of orgasmic pleasure.
Holy shit! This was more intense than anything I’d felt with a guy before, and I wasn’t even technically with a guy! This was just characters on a screen!
And yet it was so fucking hot. It was going straight to the pleasure centers of my brain. It was short-circuiting every other part of my body, it was short-circuiting every bit of conscious thought I had. All I could think about was this incredible man who’d gone from a stranger in an inn to a confidant, someone I felt I could trust, to a lover in almost every sense of the word, and in such a short amount of time.
And the end result is I was sitting in my computer chair with my hand buried between my legs, not even touching myself directly, feeling the most intense orgasm of my life exploding over me. I was seeing stars. I was seeing double. My monitor seemed to split in front of my vision for a moment and then everything was blurred as I concentrated on that amazing pleasure.
Then it was over. I was coming down and still breathing heavily. I looked to the screen where I saw a couple of messages waiting for me. I blushed as I realized he probably knew exactly what I was doing.
“You there?”
“Jessica?”
“Seems like someone’s having a good time over there! ;)”