I had to take the elevator down to the top floor since the suite was only accessible by elevator. I was all ready to go by the time it dinged and started opening.
“My…”
I looked him up and down in his costume and my mouth fell open. Damn.
“Hero!”
I mean, I knew Eric looked good. I’d seen firsthand just how damn sexy he was back at the restaurant. Still, none of that could prepare me for seeing him in that costume. He wore the bright red armor of the dark lord Orthaur, though it looked like he went for the armor from flashbacks in the series before he’d been disfigured by his evil ways. Which meant it was the perfect compliment to Eric’s amazing physique showing off glimpses of his muscular body under the armor.
It was completed by a helmet that looked almost movie-quality it was so good. He had that tucked under the crook of his arm though. He probably wanted to make sure I knew it was him in that armor and not some random sexy muscular guy walking around in a costume from a more obscure footnote in the books.
And damn did he look good in that costume! Bright blue eyes, tousled brown hair, a stunning smile, a ridiculously ripped chest that was revealed thanks to the lack of clothes that went with his costume. I glanced down and saw that his cock was covered by a combination of cloth and plastic armor, but just barely. My mouth watered and I could feel myself getting wet as I imagined what his cock looked like under his costume.
“My lady elf,” he said with a bow.
I blushed as he used the term from our role-playing sessions. Just hearing those words on his lips was enough to send another wave of warm pleasure coursing through my body and pussy. God was he gorgeous.
He stood up from his bow. “May I come in my lady?”
“Sure,” I managed to get out. I gestured and we rode back up to the suite in silence. I was so nervous. Where was this going? I knew where I wanted it to go but was he on the same page? Who was I kidding? Weren’t all men on the same page when it came to that sort of thing? And why was my mind running on overdrive like this?
I turned and watched his rippling muscles moving across his back as he moved into the room. He turned to me with a raised eyebrow. “Nice digs.”
Only the way he looked at the suite was nothing compared to how he looked at me. His eyes ran up and down my body like a lover’s caress. Seeing his eyes run over me like that made me want to feel him running other things all over me in a lover’s caress. I needed him. I desperately needed this to go where I thought it was going.
“You look amazing Maia,” he said. “Or should I say Jessica?”
The sound of his voice made me blush. There was a barely concealed lust, an obvious hunger, hidden in the way he choked out those words. It was as though this god standing before me, rippling muscles and all, was barely able to control himself. I pressed myself back against the elevator door both because I didn’t trust myself and because seeing him standing there in that costume brought to mind some of the naughty things we’d gotten up to in that dungeon a week ago. Things that I desperately wanted to repeat here.
Only we’d just met! The rational part of me said it was too soon.
Wasn’t it?
“You’re looking pretty good yourself,” I said.
“Well I wouldn’t want to disappoint my lady Maia,” he said.
It was odd hearing him use my in game name. Of course that’s what I went by most of the time, considering how much time I spent in game, but it was still weird hearing it in the real world. Over voice chat? Sure. In guild chat? Not odd at all. It really was my second name. This was just the first time that name had intruded into real life other than brief conversations with Samantha.
I kind of liked it.
“My Lord is too kind,” I said. Talking like this actually helped to take the edge off. If I was in character then it’s as though it wasn’t happening to me even as this most definitely was happening to me. It was like I was in the world’s sexiest out of body experience as he took a step towards me. Was this really happening? It was happening. I couldn’t believe it but it was happening.
I gasped. He looked so amazing. It was obvious from his catlike grace and the way his muscles moved that he spent his fair share of time in the gym. He took another step, and another. My breathing was picking up. This reminded me of his character advancing on mine in the forbidden role-playing scenario from a few weeks back. From that night when I violated all of my principles for this man.
From the barely concealed lust playing across his face it was obvious that’s what he was going for. That’s what he was remembering.
“I think my Lady elf is just being polite,” he said. “I think my Lady elf is only saying such things because I’ve managed to capture her.”
I turned my head away, both so he couldn’t see the blush on my face and because it seemed like the right thing to do. I knew where he was going with this and it had me so fucking turned on for some reason. There were so many things I could do with this scenario in the real world that we couldn’t when it was just two characters on the screen chatting at one another.
My nipples strained out towards his body, brushing against the hard plastic of my bikini top, and I could feel myself soaking through my panties. Damn. I was going to have to get control of myself before I ruined this damn costume before I even had a chance to wear it out on the convention floor.
“I would never try to deceive my Lord,” I whispered.
I felt him rather than saw him as he approached. My head was still turned to the side. I was still looking down. Demure, proper, exactly how I imagined an elven sorceress would act when captured by a dangerous and devastatingly handsome human.
Or at least how I would want to act in this scenario. This was all play, after all.
“Yet my Lady elf mocks me even with her words,” he said.
I gasped and closed my eyes as one of his powerful hands reached down and cupped my chin. Forcefully he pulled my head to the side, and I felt another thrill run through my body accompanied by a rush of wetness between my legs as he held my gaze. He was staring down at me with that same intensity, that same hunger, and I saw his eyes run up and down my body. My chest was heaving, my breasts pressing up as they strained out to him.
“How am I mocking my Lord?” I asked.
“Every time you call me my Lord, elf,” he said, making “elf” sound like a four letter word. “I am no Lord.”
“But you’ve captured me,” I said. “Doesn’t that make you my Lord?”
He smiled and I melted. I was starting to feel weak in the knees. It was everything I could do to maintain my composure, to stay standing while he looked at me like that. That smile, a cocky half grin, was such a turn on. All I wanted him to do at that moment was lean down and press his lips against mine. Only he couldn’t. Not yet. That wouldn’t be in keeping with this suddenly deliciously dominant character, and keeping in character was part of the fun.
“I think I like the sound of that,” he said.
I licked my lips. “What else would my Lord like now that my Lord has me at his mercy?”
His eyes running down my body left no doubt as to exactly what it was he wanted. Our one role-playing session that veered into this territory also left no doubt in my mind as to exactly what he wanted from me.
“It’s not what I want,” he said. “It’s what is mine. What I’m going to take.”
I moaned as his hand made contact with my skin. His powerful hands ran up and down my stomach, moving down to just over the top of my bikini briefs where he ran the tips of his fingers just inside my bottoms but refused to go further, leaving me panting and wanting so much more.
I just wanted to feel his touch, I needed to feel his body against me. I wanted to feel his hands against my pussy. Yet he withdrew his hand with a smile and a chuckle. Obviously he could tell exactly what I wanted and obviously he was going to leave me in delicious agony for a little longer.
His other hand traced up my stomach and in between
my cleavage, pausing to run along the underside of my breasts. Looking at his eyes looking down at me and my costume, seeing the hunger there, was too much for me. I took a deep breath and pressed my tits out, wanting him to appreciate them.
I hadn’t dreamed this would happen when I invited him up here, though I’d hoped, and now that we were actually doing this I was ready to throw myself at him. It had been far too long, I was far too turned on. Standing here in this costume, wearing this outfit that I wore so often in the game, feeling his eyes on me and knowing this gorgeous creature obviously wanted me so much, it made me feel like I could be myself, the game me, the real me, out here in the real world. It made me feel bold in a way hadn’t been in a good long while. The way I was acting with him considering we’d just met was so brazen that I was astonished at myself, and yet I was completely at his mercy.
Here I was in a suite over the biggest Elassa convention in the world, this amazing pressed against me acting out a scorching role-playing improv, and all I wanted to do was get down on my knees and beg for more. Get down on my knees and beg to be his captive elf slave. Submit to him entirely.
Eric’s hand ran along my tits and then he was moving his hand around the back of my outfit where I’d pulled my hair together in a pony tail to give a good view of my pointed prosthetic ears. I closed my eyes and gasped as his hand wrapped around the braid.
He gripped my hair and pulled, just hard enough that it was obvious he was in control, just on the edge of pain, but not to the point that he was actually hurting me. I gasped.
“I think I see something I want to take right here,” he said.
“No…” I whispered.
I thought things were hot and heavy when we were doing this sort of thing in-game, but it was so much hotter, so much more incredibly sexy acting this out in person. Feeling him pressing his body against me, actually having his hand wrapped around my braid taking command in a way that he hadn’t even when we were together in-game.
“What was that?”
I opened my eyes and glared at him. “No. You’ll never have me!”
“Are you defying me?”
I wasn’t sure how this next part would be received, but I did it anyways. I leaned back, summoned all of my courage wondering if this would ruin the moment even as I did it, and spit in his face.
“That’s what I think of you and your orders,” I said.
I didn’t ruin the moment.
His response was immediate and incredibly hot. He whirled me around, keeping a hold on my hair while his other hand ran around behind me so that he could pick me up. He carried me over to my bed and threw me down. Briefly I worried that being thrown around like that might be enough to dislodge something on my costume. It was enough to dislodge my phone from where I’d wedged it between my tits.
I wasn’t really concerned about my tits popping out so much as something on the costume breaking. I’d taken a long time putting the thing together, after all, and no matter how hot this was I didn’t want my elaborate costume breaking right before the convention. But it held. Surprisingly enough even the double-sided tape keeping my top in place held. I suppose this was as good a stress test as I could hope for.
Only I didn’t want to think about my real world costume. I wanted to be lost in the fantasy right now. I wanted to be as far from the real world as possible. I wanted to feel like I was in the world of Elassa, that this was my lusty human guard being overcome by his desires as he captured me and took me for the first time. I wanted to feel it all. I didn’t care if I’d just met him. I didn’t care if this was crazy. It was crazy, but I didn’t care.
I wanted Eric. Needed him.
I quickly got my wish. No sooner had he thrown me down on the bed, the springs squeaked under me as I bounced once then came to rest, than he was on top of me. Plastic armor clacked together and I couldn’t help but giggle. He looked down, realized what was going on, and let out a laugh of his own. It was definitely an odd little out of character moment, but it was comforting for all that.
Only he didn’t give me much of a chance to think about it. No sooner had he looked down and chuckled at our costumes crashing together than he was on me again, attacking me. His lips pressed against mine, insistent. I didn’t open my mouth to him so much as he pressed his tongue against me and forced it open. I clenched my teeth, pretending to fight him, and he tightened his grip on my braid until I opened my mouth with a gasp and then his tongue was inside me exploring my mouth.
He was playing me like I was a familiar instrument and he knew how to hit every note. And now that we were coming together in the real world, having a real experience instead of secreting ourselves away in some secret online dungeon, it was oh so much hotter. Oh so much more incredible than anything we’d done online.
I gasped again as I felt something pressing against his armor down below. Something I desperately wanted to see. Something I desperately wanted to taste. To feel. His cock felt monstrous and I had to have it.
I reached down and ran my hand along his costume but couldn’t figure out how to get it off. When he realized what I was doing Eric rolled to the side and started fumbling at the plastic. I heard a snap and a moment later the plastic fell to the bed and he kicked it off the side leaving just a pair of tights underneath that provided a mouth watering outline of his cock. I was surprised he’d kick around his costume like that, but at the moment I was more concerned with what was under those tights than with his willingness to risk breaking his costume.
I slipped my hand into his pants fully expecting to run into a very modern pair of boxers or briefs, but to my surprise my hand closed around the rock hard flesh of his cock. My eyes widened in surprise and I gasped as he groaned and then grinned at me.
“Surprise,” he said.
“I think this is my favorite surprise of all,” I purred.
“I thought you might like it,” he said.
God. The cockiness was such a turn on. I moved my hand up and down his cock, feeling the delicious contours as my fingers danced over its length. His cockhead was amazing, spongy, and I could feel the veins running up and down the length. My mouth watered just feeling it.
I had to see it.
Only first things first. I had to make sure I was staying in character, after all.
“Please don’t make me,” I said.
Confusion crossed his face for the briefest of moments, and then confusion was replaced with understanding. He smiled at me, but then his smile turned to a scowl.
“I command you to suck my cock,” he said.
“No please,” I said. “Anything but that!”
Okay, so it wasn’t like I was going to win any awards for my acting, but at the same time it’s not like there was an Academy award for best female lead performance in a dirty hotel fantasy scenario. Plus, judging by the way his cock twitched in my hand as I said that, he definitely seemed to approve of my performance.
Eric’s hand moved around and pulled on my hair again, only this time he pulled up just enough to guide me down. My mouth watered and my eyes twinkled as I looked up at him, but then I let out a cry as though I was in pain. We both knew it was bullshit, but it was all part of the performance. All part of the fun.
He continued pulling down and my face was moving past his amazing chest, down past abs glimpsed through his costume that I couldn’t help but flick my tongue out and lick. They were rock hard. And they were fucking amazing. Everything that I’d fantasized about, everything that I’d imagined and hoped for, and then some.
Then he was pressing me down against his cock. I couldn’t help myself. I took a deep breath and inhaled his scent, reveled in the feeling of his rock hard cock pressing against my cheek. Now that I was up close his cock looked even more huge.
“Suck it!”
The commanding tone sent a delicious shiver running through me.
My eyes widened in astonishment when I pulled his cock out of his tights completely. Hell yes. That monster was every bit a
s large as I’d imagined. I looked up and locked eyes with him. As our eyes met he mouth “suck it,” and I opened my mouth and leaned down. Took him in my mouth.
I didn’t have a lot of experience with sucking dicks. Sure it was something I’d done before, but not all that often. My main social outlet being an online game and arguing with people in class meant I didn’t get out much, but I’d discovered that when it came to cocksucking technique most guys were happy as long as they had a girl’s mouth over their dick.
Everything else was icing on the cake after that.
Though as I devoured his cock I felt like I was enjoying icing on my own cake. The salty taste of his precum leaking out and coating his cockhead was delicious. There seemed to almost be a sweet flavor to that precum that had me wanting to lap it all up. It had me wanting to feel him exploding inside my mouth.
In the past when giving head I’d been hesitant, unsure of myself, but I wasn’t feeling any of that now. I was a high elf priestess, I was the object of this man’s desire, he was taking me and I was his, and I was going to make sure that I gave him the best dick sucking of his life.
In an instant his entire cock was buried in my mouth. I blinked in surprise even as I was also blinking back tears from the feeling of having that monster buried inside my mouth. I could feel his cockhead pressing against the back of my throat, and I briefly wondered if I’d be able to deep throat him.
Only one way to find out, I suppose.
I was rewarded with a low guttural groan. It was fucking hot listening to the sound, knowing he was groaning like that because of my mouth wrapped around his cock. That encouraged me to new heights of performance. In another moment his cock was buried in my throat and I paused for a moment, holding my breath, and adjusting to the sensation of this monster lodged in my throat.
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