“Good night, sir.” I curtsied, not trusting myself to walk until he was out of sight. I waited until the elevator dinged before I exited the alcove. I couldn’t see my reflection, but I’d have bet my grin was dopey.
I hugged myself as I approached my room. Tonight had only confirmed what a magnificent lover Russell was and how much more he meant to me. Not that I could ever tell him. I’d lose him forever if I did.
He was a cosplay playboy, and I was merely one of his toys. Now if I could only convince my heart of that fact.
Chapter Two
Geek girl problem #30: When your favorite set of dice get lost in a moment of passion.
If one more person called me Tinkerbell, I was going to kick them in the shin. Yes, I was blonde and my short green dress sparkled with fairy dust, but the root-like designs on my leggings and the vine armlets should’ve screamed wood sprite. I’d have to rethink the color scheme of the costume if I wanted to do it again.
At the moment, though, I was playing the fairy matchmaker as I walked to Russell’s hotel room. Morgan had avoided Dean all day. That girl really needed to get laid. With a twiddling of my fingers on my phone, I worked my magic and sent Dean to our room, where Morgan was headed.
I grinned and my pink gamer satchel bounced against my side as I skipped the rest of the way to Russell’s room. Time to bask in his beauty and that of his mustache.
I wet my lips and pushed up my small breasts as I knocked on the door. Giddiness made me giggle, sounding a lot like Pinkie Pie. There was a pony who knew how to have fun.
Russell opened the door. He drank me in with half-hooded eyes. “Good evening, little wood sprite. Glad you could leave the hollow of your tree to join us.”
He totally got my costume. That turned me on even more than the fact that he was dressed as a scientist. Wait. Not just any scientist. Oh God. He was Dr. Krieger from Archer! A small tremor echoing a mini orgasm zipped through me.
“Thank you, and a good evening to you too, Dr. Krieger.” I winked as I pranced into the room. I set my bag on a table and blew a kiss to everyone else. Andrew, Josh, Patrick and Sydney sat with their game books open and greeted me with smiles. “Hi, my lovelies!”
As much as I wanted to play, I also wanted to toss them out, rip off Russell’s lab coat and fuck him silly. No, maybe he could keep the coat on the first time around.
Game first, then perverted sex. I really hoped I hadn’t said that out loud.
I grabbed my Player’s Handbook and dice bag. Russell sat in the only unoccupied chair beside the table, that sexy smile gracing his lips. He knew I had a thing for Krieger.
Game first. Right. I could play that game too.
With no chairs left, I sat down on Sydney’s lap and cuddled up to her. She chuckled and adjusted me like a hobbit child. I supposed I looked even more petite next to her huge chest, but when every male in the room had to shift in his seat to accommodate their sudden erections, I took my points for that round.
“I thought you two had a chainmail workshop in the morning,” I queried as I reviewed my character sheet.
“We couldn’t miss out on playing with you guys in real life.” Sydney grinned, and Patrick made some sort of muffled reply behind his beard before bellowing out a cry to begin.
We played through a few battles in the world’s biggest dungeon before Patrick and Sydney left. I gave her a big hug, resting my head against her boobs. I could feel that it did nothing for her, but the glimmer in Patrick’s eyes told me I’d made certain that another one of my gal pals was going to get hot sex tonight.
“All right! Let’s kill some monsters!” I hopped onto one of the beds and lay on my stomach, propping myself up with my elbows. I set my favorite set of crystal dice on my book in front of me.
Andrew chuckled. “I never thought you’d be such a bloodthirsty barbarian.”
“Clearly you don’t know our dear Emily that well. I knew from the second I met her that she had everyone fooled with her adorable little act.” Russell smirked from behind the Dungeon Master’s screen.
“I haven’t fooled anyone. I am adorable.” I fluttered my eyelashes as I smiled. But it was true. Russell had recognized me right away as a fellow con nymph when we’d first met. I’d say he was psychic, but it was a feeling that emanated from the groin rather than the brain. “I just like to cleave my enemies in half sometimes.”
“Here, here!” Josh laughed and held up his fist. I bumped mine against his.
“Well then, onward to the next room.” Russell leaned back and described to us what the next room in the dungeon looked like. Such a master at storytelling.
I pressed my hips onto the bed. Just listening to his baritone made me wet. There was something musical about it. The vibrations traveled through my ears to stroke my breasts and down farther to tickle my nethers.
If Andrew hadn’t spoken, interrupting the flow, I might not have realized it was time for us to roll for initiative.
After five rounds, we had defeated the family of rust monsters, but all our metal weapons and armor were useless. Russell grinned widely and threaded his fingers together. “Only our barbarian has her leather armor and wooden club left. You can continue to the next room or crawl out of the hole in the wall to leave the dungeon.”
“I will not take the walk…er, crawl of shame!” Andrew puffed up, so proud, like his paladin character.
“Yeah! Never give up!” I hooted, and pumped my fist in the air. Of course, I was the only one left with a weapon and the majority of my hit points.
Josh nodded and our glorious DM gave a low laugh, so deliciously evil he made my toes curl.
“You’ve stumbled into the lair of a beholder.” Russell rolled five dice.
“Ah, shit.” Andrew slumped forward, head in his hands.
Pointing a long finger at Andrew, Russell proclaimed, “Dead.” Then at Josh. “Dead.” A glance at his dice. He frowned. “But somehow the barbarian managed to get through unscathed.”
“Let’s roll up new characters. We need a cleric with Patrick gone.” Andrew scrambled for a new character sheet and bumped his dice onto the floor.
“I’m going to pass. I’m not going to die a second time for Russ’ amusement.” Josh smiled as he said it and stuffed his things into his backpack.
Andrew paused. “Really? What did you want to do then? Are you going for a drink? Hey guys, let’s go try the newest beer they made for the con.”
While I might’ve been tempted another time, a much larger temptation rose slowly from his chair. “You guys go on. I want to play this out. Grunhilda would fight to her dying breath, and if she lives, she’ll have you resurrected over a pint of mead.”
Josh was already at the door. “Sounds good.”
Andrew looked from us to his best friend and then gathered his things. “Okay. Good luck, Grunhilda.”
My heart picked up speed as they left the room. I waved but didn’t rise as the door closed. Dice rolled around in my stomach, and I didn’t need to see them to know they were rolling well.
When the door clicked shut, I slowly turned my head to look at Russell. He’d smoothed down his mustache to play the character, but the full beard wasn’t there. It didn’t matter. I was so aroused that he’d only have to blink and I’d come.
“Well now, just you and I, my pretty little sprite.” The purr in his voice had me biting my lower lip. “You do know you’ll be dead the next round? But as a generous and rock-hard DM, I’m willing to let you make a deal. What are you willing to do to survive the beholder’s wrath?”
For a few seconds I wondered if he’d bluffed his rolls to kill off the other guys and have me to himself. Even if the dice had rolled to my advantage, it didn’t matter. Being alone with him was exactly what I wanted.
“I think the bigger question is,” I said as I rose onto my hands and knees, stretching like a cat with my ass in the air, “what won’t I do?”
His eyes grew darker. If I’d been a mind flayer, I’d have sucke
d out all those delicious thoughts and played out every red-hot fantasy with him. And the things I would have been able to do with tentacles!
Russell crossed one long leg over the other. He stroked his mustache before loosening his tie. “I’m interested in doing a few experiments with you. It’s not every day I get my hands on such a succulent wood sprite.”
But it could have been every day. Nothing would have made me happier than to be with him all the time. We’d have a short and steamy courtship, marry in a grand affair at Rivendell, and live in a luxurious manor. And our children…oh, we’d have the most beautiful children together.
He had no interest in marriage, though. He’d mentioned it the first time we’d met at a con. At the time I’d been happy to hear it, but now my heart was his and he didn’t even know it.
“Strip for me,” he commanded, and jolted me out of my romantic daydream.
The power in his deep voice made me wetter yet. I rolled to lean backward, using the tips of my toes to remove my ballet slippers and let them drop off the end of the bed. I moved slowly but with purpose.
Positioning myself so that my legs pointed toward him, I lay on my back and lifted my hips. I reached under my skirt and hooked my leggings with my thumbs. As I pushed them down, I snagged my panties too and drew them both off at the same time.
The wetness between my legs was more than obvious, and as my rear and a tantalizing bit of pink were revealed, Russell drew in a sharp breath.
Oh yes. I had some power over him too.
I stretched my legs upward as I removed the leggings, holding it for about ten seconds before I lowered my limbs and hid my naughty bits from his hungry gaze.
Sometimes I didn’t know where I got the strength of will to tease him like that. I sizzled with desire, needing his hands on me and his throbbing cock in me. It was only the fact that I knew he’d make it more than worth my while to play it out that I didn’t just jump him in that chair.
I moved to kneel on the bed, reaching behind my back to undo the laces that held my costume together. I peered at him through my eyelashes as he leaned forward and placed his elbows on his knees. His fingers played against one another, linking and unlinking, caressing over his palms.
When I felt the dress loosen, I tugged it over my head. Because of the thin material and the lines of the costume, I wasn’t wearing a bra. Having small breasts was sometimes to my benefit.
I turned, looking partially over my shoulder at Russell. The same pose as the fairy tattoo on my right hip. The memory of his tongue licking over my ink as if it were the sweetest frosting caused my stomach to tighten.
“Beautiful.” Russell breathed out the word and stood abruptly. His lab coat hung open enough to frame the massive bulge in his trousers.
I wanted him so badly that I whimpered.
“Lie down. On your back.” He rounded the bed and bent over his suitcase, unzipping one of the side pockets.
“What do you have in there, Doctor?” I didn’t question his demand. I centered myself on the mattress, pushing aside my costume and book, and pressed my thighs together as I lay down.
“Never you mind. Things will be revealed all in good time.” Russell chuckled, and with a grand sweep of his arm, pulled out a crimson silk scarf. He twirled it as he approached and danced it over my body. My nipples tightened as I squirmed with the near-ticklish sensation. “Lift your head. I’m going to cover those gorgeous peepers.”
Goose bumps dotted my arms as I raised my head. The last thing I saw was his sexy smirk as he covered my eyes with the scarf and tied it firmly around my head. A little light streamed through the fabric and colored my vision a deep red.
Russell’s mouth enveloped my pierced nipple and sucked hard. I cried out with the sudden sensation, gripping the blanket on either side of me.
My heart pounded as my hips jerked up. More. I had to have more. But it wasn’t time to beg yet.
Releasing my hard nub, he flicked his tongue over it once more. His fingers skimmed down my abdomen to the heat between my legs. He traced along the slit, causing me to moan.
“My, my. So pink, so hairless. I do wonder if all wood sprites are so lush,” he murmured, and slipped a finger between my labia. “And as wet as you.”
My body tightened, waiting for him to slide his finger farther within. Instead he withdrew his hand. I wanted to scream for him to fuck me. This was torture. And the problem was that he had just begun.
He clicked open something across the room as I wiggled on the bed. I squeezed my legs together, trying to contain myself. What could he have over there? A feather from a costume? A whip? Russell had several skill points in improvising sex toys too.
I tried peeking under the blindfold, but it was too wide. A small, impatient noise escaped me, and he tsked from near the end of the bed.
“Patience, my horny one. I think you’ll like what I have in store for you.” His smooth voice was accompanied by some wet sounds. “I picked it out just for you.”
Now I was even more intrigued. Something just for me. We’d never given each other gifts before, unless you counted blowjobs or mustache rides. But this was something he had in his suitcase just for me.
That meant he’d been thinking of me. My belly did a little flip.
He’d been thinking of me outside the con, outside our game. Sure, it might be sexual, but this was a sign I was on his mind. Did he feel something for me? Did he want more than just con flings? We’d be perfect for each other. I knew it.
His weight shifted me slightly on the bed, turning me toward him as he climbed onto it. “I love how your body reacts to mine when I’m near.”
Just the thought of him made me hot. “You just do crazy things to me.”
“Crazy would be turning you into a cyborg,” he said in his best Krieger voice—I had to hold back a giggle. “And while that is appealing,, I like your hot body just the way it is. Soft and succulent. And oh so juicy. Right now, I have something else to experiment with.”
Russell placed a hand on my stomach, pressing firmly to hold me still. Then he drizzled something on my nipples. I shivered and a cinnamon scent tickled my nose. Massage oil, maybe?
He circled my nubs with a finger. Wait. No. It was too smooth to be a finger, too bulbous.
Before I could wonder any more, he blew a long breath across my chest. A sudden heat burst, encasing my nipples. I gasped and arched, but he held me in place.
“Oh God.”
It was as if a hungry two-headed orc were sucking my breasts, The left ringing with fire much more than the right. The piercing acted as a lightning rod for sizzling pleasure.
“Nope, just me, but you can call me whatever you like, darling.” Russell’s laugh was heavy with lust. Fondling my breasts, he smeared the oil over my skin. Hotter than I’d ever felt any other heating gels to be.
He trickled the oil just under my navel and then down to my already burning pussy. I opened my legs, giving him full access in his dousing. It flowed down my slit and over my anus to drip onto the bedspread.
Grunting quietly, Russell hopped off the bed and was back seconds later to pat my ass, with the instruction to lift my body. He slid something under me. A towel, judging by its plushness.
It was going too slow. I wanted him now. I reached for him and felt his lab coat. Yes! He’d kept it on. “Now.”
“No, no. Hands to yourself. I haven’t finished prepping you yet.”
I groaned as he rubbed the oil around to cover my entire groin. Again, not with his hand. Possibly the rounded top of the bottle?
This time, I was ready when he blew on me. The heat exploded as hot as lasers. Moaning, I spread my legs wider. Enough teasing! I needed him hard and fast. “Now!”
“So eager.” Russell purred and guided his tool along the length of my slit, from my anus to bump into my clit. He traced a ring around it, gaining speed with each lap. With a sudden hum, his toy vibrated and zapped me with undiluted bliss.
I didn’t care who hear
d my cries. The teasing, the hot oil, and now the vibrator working my swollen clit…I was lost. It took less than a minute for me to come. More than just a red haze flared across my eyelids. Traveling through a rainbow wormhole could never be this beautiful.
As I started to float down from my grand orgasm, Russell shifted the vibrator to nestle between my labia. The vibrations drew a giggling groan from me and then a loud gasp as he pushed it a few inches inside me.
“God! So big!” My inner muscles stretched so far, not to the point of pain, but more than they’d had ever been. The shape of a cock’s head molded itself into me. Where had Russell found this monster toy?
“I picked it out just for you.” His breath brushed over my inner thighs. There was no doubt that he was bent, watching closely as he fucked me with the vibrator.
Just like Krieger would.
Wait! Krieger. A vibrator. Ha!
I burst out laughing. My laughter morphed into a cry as he wiggled his toy another inch into me. The oil and the vibrator mixed into a delectable cocktail of sensations. It buzzed me with new pleasures, but not enough to make me climax again.
“Please. I want you, Doctor.” I held out a hand, fingers stretching toward him. “Fuck me.”
“I thought you liked my toy.” He twisted the vibrator back and forth, making me squirm even more.
I gripped the coverlet and held my hips down in an attempt not to force that huge thing any farther into me. “You. I like you even more. No one can satisfy me as you can.”
If he wouldn’t let me touch him, at least I could stroke his ego. I didn’t need Yoda to tell me that would lead to the result I wanted. Who needed to use the Force when Russell had an ego bigger than a Wookie?
“Well then,” he said as he slipped the vibrator free and drew it along to press against my anus. “How about we put this here for now?”
I squealed and jerked up into sitting position, but he pushed me back. “No! Too big!”
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