Erotic fiction by Michele London
Sean leaned forward, his eyes flicking back and forth at the carnage taking place in front of him. He quickly sized up his opponents, their patterns and weaknesses and soft spots. He was dancing around the edges of the fight, occasionally letting an arrow fly into the fray and picking off oncoming fighters to give his teammates a chance. But it took two arrows to kill even the weakest of these demons, and that was a waste of time.
He opened up his arsenal and went through the weapons he had amassed so far. The warhammer -- a solid choice, high damage rating, but heavy, slow to swing. The dagger was sharp and lethal, but required close combat, and he wanted to do this sniper-style. There, the Elf’s Crossbow. Powerful and accurate, and he was a deadly aim with it. Perfect.
He selected the crossbow and found a vantage point on a boulder above the battle. In under a minute he had taken out half of the swarming demons, and his team easily won the fight, collecting the points that materialized when their enemies dissolved.
Sean rested in his chair as the cut scene started to play out, the White Wizard appearing and congratulating them on their victory against the dark forces, though, as they all knew, it was only one battle of many. He stretched out his fingers and rested the controller in his lap. That had been a tense one, his whole hand was cramping up. He was tired, but he was almost to the end of this quest, and he wanted to finish it out before heading to bed.
Trina wandered out into the hallway and rested against the door frame.
“Coming to bed soon?” she asked. She sounded sleepy already, her voice low and throaty, like she’d woken up to come find him.
Sean looked up, an apology on his lips, and stopped breathing. Her slim, toned body was sheathed in see-through purple silk, a lacy hem brushing the tops of her thighs. Her toenails were painted purple, too, and it reminded him of how much he loved having her ankles resting on his shoulders.
“How’s your game?”
“Uh, good,” he said, though at the moment he couldn’t really remember if it was or not.
The cut scene ended and the other players started moving towards the next map point, leaving his High Elf standing alone on the boulder.
“Uh, I mean, yeah it’s just about over, I...um…”
Dammit. He’d put hours into this damn map and he was minutes away from being done with it for good. And now his hot-ass, how-the-hell-does-she-still-like-me girlfriend was giving him the look in lingerie that he was dying to take off her and making him seriously question his priorities as a man.
Before he could come to terms with himself though, Trina came towards him.
“It’s okay,” she said, “play. I can wait a few minutes.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, wary of taking his cake and being allowed to eat it, too.
Trina smiled and nodded, and came to stand behind him. She gave his shoulders a squeeze of encouragement, and as his team members were already well ahead of him, Sean decided to run with his good luck as long as it lasted.
He used a bit of magic to morph to the team’s location and then jogged along with them. The countryside fell away to be replaced by the outskirts of a town, and they joined up with a cobbled road that led past buildings made of thick wooden beams and thatched roofs. They were looking for the Book of Worlds, which needed to be stabbed and then burned in order to be destroyed. Of course, doing so would unleash a torrent of angry guardian demons they would have to do battle with first. He had plenty of healing potions lined up and he armed the warhammer instead of the crossbow.
He didn’t notice that Trina had gotten down in front of him until she pulled his zipper down. He looked down, tried to speak, but she was quick. His cock was out and in her mouth before his thoughts had time to get organized.
He hadn’t lost his halfie from her appearance in the doorway, and now that he was covered in the warmth of her mouth, with her tongue twirling under his shaft and her lips locking tight around his head, he was rock solid in an instant.
“Ohhhh... ssshhhiiit…” he whispered, trying not to be heard over the comm.
Trina made what he could swear was an amused moaning sound and wrapped her hand around the base of him, concentrating the efforts of her mouth on his head and stroking him in rhythm. She let her saliva drip down and coat her palm, lubing him up better than any lotion.
Sean’s High Elf was entering the chamber where the Book of Worlds was kept, but he was having a hard time keeping his eyes open. He let one of the other players open the casket and remove the book, and was only dimly aware of the onslaught of demons that began to flow from the empty vessel.
Trina stood and hooked her thumbs under the -- damn -- strings of her thong and wiggled it down over her thighs until it dropped onto the floor. Sean was trying to hack at the demons but his eyes kept flicking over to her, to the perfectly shaved skin below her pelvis and the tight legs he’d have like to throw up in the air.
She straddled him, making sure to keep out of his line of sight of the game, and guided him into her with her hand. He batted away the comm mic and let out a groan, his hands going slack on the controller as she rose up and sank back down on him with slow, deliberate precision. Her cleavage rubbed against his cheek; she smelled like fruit and candy and it made him want to bite her skin.
His High Elf was getting slaughtered.
Trina sucked his ear lobe into her mouth and bit down, and he let the controller hit the carpet. He took her face between his hands and bruised her lips with a kiss.
“I thought you were questing,” she panted.
“No,” he said, taking her hips and moving himself deeper inside her. She put her face in his neck and let her hair fall over them both.
“Mmm,” she moaned into his ear. “I love it when you fuck me like this.”
Heat shot through his gut and his brain, making him blind for an instant. Goddamn, he loved it when she said ‘fuck.’
She leaned away from his chest and freed herself to his view. He pushed the lingerie aside with his nose and grabbed onto one of her nipples with his teeth, sucking and nibbling until she was breathing heavy and pushing his head harder into her skin. He bounced her up and down on his lap, making her soft, heavy breasts sway and knock against one another. He took them both in his hands, pushing them together, kissing down the valley they made and sucking little red marks into her skin.
His balls were tightening up and he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. He should stop, he thought, slow down and show her some attention, he loved watching her come, maybe he should…
But then she was saying fuck again, begging him, ordering him to, squeezing her muscles around his cock and grinding into him.
Sean closed his eyes and concentrated, letting the tension build up until it reached its breaking point and then suddenly shattered, tearing through him and destroying all of his senses for several long seconds. He clutched at her curves and rode out the last surges of his orgasm with her hanging onto his neck.
It was a moment or two before he could look up again. Trina was smiling at him, her lingerie all askew.
“Better?” she asked.
His game screen was flashing an angry red GAME OVER sign. Trina climbed off him and readjusted her lingerie. She sauntered off towards the shower.
“Let me know when you’re ready for round two,” she said.
He could hear his teammates shouting at him through the comm, trying to get him back in the game.
He punched the tv’s power button and went to join in on the next battle.
Michele London is an author, editor, and romance consultant with Scarlet Girl. She is a regular contributor to Scarlet’s Letter and the archive of articles at ScarletGirl.com. She writes dark fiction and erotic fantasy, and dips into real-life tales of sexy for the lovely ladies as a Scarlet Girl pleasure party consultant in the San Francisco Bay Area.
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