Then I pulled back and moved down again. I held my tongue in place and ran it along the length of his shaft as best as I could. The taste of the shaft was different from the head which was coated with that delicious salty precum, but it was no less sexy. It had a salty quality to it as well, a masculine quality that had me going nuts.
Speaking of nuts.
I reached down and cupped his nut sack, something I’d been told guys enjoyed, and squeezed them as I moved my mouth up and down around his dick.
His groans only grew louder and louder as I continued to piston my head up and down on his cock. I felt so naughty, so dirty. Yet it felt so right, so amazingly sexy. I couldn’t believe I was doing this when I’d only known him in person for a few hours and yet it felt so right.
His hand moved down around my pony tail again and he was moving his hand up and down along with my mouth. Not to the point that he was actually forcing me up and down on his dick, but just enough that it felt like he was taking control.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he said. “Suck my dick. Suck it elf bitch.”
Eric’s dirty talk sent a thrill through me as he took command. We’d only hinted at a bit of submission in our previous role-playing session, but in the moment I was discovering how much of a thrill it gave me to take on a submissive role like this.
I continued moving up and down until I felt an odd sensation, a twitching coming from his cock. And to my surprise instead of continuing to press my head up and down on his dick he held me in place the next time my lips moved up to the head of his cock, preventing me from going down again.
“Stop,” he said in a strangled voice, like he was barely in control.
I was a dutiful little captive elf priestess and did as he said. I looked up at him and raised an eyebrow, wondering what on earth would stop him from wanting me to finish sucking his dick.
He tugged on my hair and my head pulled completely off of his cock with a pop. I felt a stab of disappointment as that rock hard rod left my mouth, but something told me he had far more interesting things in store for me.
Those far more interesting things became obvious almost immediately as he pulled me up and flipped me around on the bed. He held a wrist in each of his hands as he pressed his cock against my bikini bottoms. Feeling his cock pressing against my pussy was amazing, it was sending me over the edge. I felt lightheaded, dizzy, overwhelmed with pure lust. I had to feel that thing inside me. I needed him to take me.
One of his hands moved to my neck. I opened my eyes and looked up at him with a smile, but then almost immediately schooled my expression to one of worry.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m going to fuck you my pretty little elf priestess, and there’s nothing you can do about it,” he said.
“Oh no! Anything but that,” I said.
“You don’t have a choice,” he said.
“Be careful with the clasps,” I muttered.
“What?”
“The clasps on my costume. I don’t want you to ruin the thing,” I whispered.
“Oh,” he grinned sheepishly. “Right. I should probably be careful with mine too.”
Then immediately the scowl was back on his face. “Did I give you permission to speak, elf bitch?”
“I’m so sorry my Lord!”
Yet when he reached down he was careful to undo the clasps holding the entire contraption in place. Good. I spent enough time working on this thing that I really didn’t want him to ruin it by getting overcome by the moment and doing something silly like ripping the bottoms aside thinking it would be hot.
Fuck, it would be hot, but I would also be extremely pissed off.
The clasps flipped open and then he pulled my bikini bottoms aside. I was completely exposed to him, and it was fucking incredible. I reached behind to undo my top and gently place it on a night stand as he pulled off his own armor and tossed it to the ground. Apparently he was a lot less particular about keeping his costume in one piece than I was, but that was his business.
A moment later we were both completely disrobed and he was over me, one hand holding down my wrists while the other moved down and gripped his cock. I let out a gasp followed by a quiet moan as the head of his cock pressed against me. Only before he pressed inside we had another brief out of character moment.
“You’re on the pill, right?”
“Yeah,” I whispered.
“I’m going to blow my load inside your tight elf pussy and there’s nothing you can do about it,” he yelled.
Briefly I found myself hoping that Samantha decided to stay down at the convention. I’d die of embarrassment if she happened to wander back up to our suite and heard us yelling these things at one another that, while hot in the moment, would sound absolutely ridiculous to someone listening in.
“Oh no! Anything but that! I can’t risk a barbarian half breed child!”
“You don’t have a fucking choice, my lady elf. You’re going to have my human seed and there’s not a fucking thing you can do about it,” he roared.
And then with a single thrust he plunged deep inside my pussy.
Oh my God. I don’t know if it was him, the scenario, or just how completely out of character I was acting now that I was playing the part of this character, but the feeling of his cock buried to the hilt inside my pussy was incredible, overwhelming. I felt sparks go off throughout my body and lights danced in front of my eyes, only to be replaced by his face looking down at me. He still had the scowl, and I looked down and took in the sight of his rippling muscles, of his amazing body, of his cock sliding slick with my juices as he pulled out and thrust inside me again.
I was wetter than I’d ever been in my life, which was probably a good thing considering the way he was plowing in and out of me with that monster. I was more turned on than I’d ever been in my life, which made it all the more amazing every time his cock pulled out and thrust inside me again. I moaned in time with his thrusts, feeling my tits bouncing every time he bottomed out inside me.
“Oh no!” I yelled.
“Oh yes,” he growled.
“Please, please my Lord I beg you! I can’t sully my body with your seed!”
“You’re being blessed with my seed, elf!”
Briefly I wondered if maybe we were getting a little out of hand with the whole role-playing scenario. If somebody who wasn’t from the convention, who wasn’t used to all the hanky-panky that supposedly happened at these things, heard us then they might be making a call to the police even as we were screaming. Of course it’s not like there was much danger of anyone other than Samantha overhearing us anyways since we were all alone up here in this suite at the top of the hotel.
Not that I had much time to think about that. He let out a groan as he bottomed out inside me and yelled. “I’m close elf, are you ready?”
Oh God. That was it. That was what I needed. The sparks that had been dancing through my body as he plowed in and out of me turned into an explosion. I felt blood rushing to my head and my pussy clamped down on his cock as he buried himself inside me. With a yell he let loose with blast after blast of his essence pouring inside me. I felt an impossible tingle, an incredible heat, as my back arched and every muscle in my body tensed at once under the incredible feel of the orgasm crashing over me.
I pushed at his body, acting as though I was trying to keep him away from me even as I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him closer to me, pulled his delicious cock deeper inside me as it continued twitching. As I continued exploding around him as he exploded inside me.
“No! Oh please no!”
“Yes! By the gods yes!”
With one last mighty roar, a roar that was probably a little over the top but I wasn’t judging, he finished exploding inside me and then he rolled off to the side and I turned to face him, smiling at him, running a hand along his cheek and then down to his delicious chest muscles, down to his abs. God he was so sexy, so hot. I still couldn’t believe I’d done that, but I couldn
’t deny how wonderful it felt. I couldn’t deny that I desperately wanted to do it again.
“That was amazing,” I said.
“More incredible than I could’ve imagined,” he said.
I leaned forward and kissed him, a quick peck on the lips, but a familiar kiss that seemed to wrap all of our time with one another online together with this incredibly hot session we had in the hotel room.
“I’m thinking this is the start of something wonderful,” I said.
He grinned, and the grin was all the response I needed. It sent a warm feeling coursing through my body that had nothing to do with that amazing session we’d just had. Okay, maybe it had a little to do with that session, but there was so much more there as well. He really was everything I’d fantasized about and more. I was afraid to say more than I already had, but I could feel myself falling for him and I desperately hoped he felt the same way.
15: Worries
I was still lying back on the bed, completely nude, as Eric stood and started putting his costume back together. I leaned up on one elbow and watched. God he was so delicious. So much more delicious than anything I could have imagined. The picture I saw on his profile definitely didn’t do the real-life version justice.
He looked up and grinned. A blush moved across his face and he looked down as though he was suddenly self-conscious. Though I couldn’t imagine why a perfect specimen of man like him would ever be self-conscious with a body like that!
“That’s an odd look,” he said.
“Why’s that?”
“Let’s just say I’m not used to women looking at me the way you’re looking at me right now,” he said.
“Really? You must be blind then. Because you’re fucking gorgeous!”
He paused as he was pulling up his black tights that went below his red plastic armor. “You’re pretty fun to a look at yourself,” he said.
I blushed at the compliment, but I also felt a delicious rush of the most amazing arousal running through me. It was definitely making me feel more confident by the minute the way he was looking at me. Knowing that I’d managed to catch the interest of a man that delicious, and not only because of my prose.
He went back to putting some of his clothes on and I decided it’d probably be a good idea to get my own on. To be perfectly honest I was a little annoyed that I’d taken it off in the first place, no matter how much fun the actual taking off had been. The thing took forever to get into, and I was going to have to get out more double-sided tape.
For about ten minutes the room was filled with the whoosh of tights being pulled on and the clattering of plastic armor being snapped into place. Finally I stood in front of the mirror once more and looked myself up and down. Sure it was annoying getting and out of this thing, and I prayed to any higher power that might be listening at the moment that I wouldn’t feel the urge to go to the bathroom while I was out on the convention floor, but I looked damn good.
I turned around just in time to see Eric putting on his helmet. I arched an eyebrow.
“You have to put that thing on?”
“Well it is part of the costume,” he said.
I was surprised that his voice actually came out sounding different than when he had the helmet off. The surprise must have been evident on my face because he pulled it off and grinned, then showed me the insides of the helmet. There was a small microphone sticking out that ran to a speaker hidden in the mouthpiece. It was all very small, and I imagine that it also had to be pretty damn expensive it to fit that kind of sound into that tiny package.
“The helmet has a built in voice modulator that changes my voice to sound sort of like Rick,” he said.
“Rick?”
“Rick Bennett? He provides the voice for Orthaur in the TV miniseries?”
“Oh,” I said. “I never really paid attention to the acting credits. At least not the voice acting credits.”
He chuckled and shook his head. “I figured you would’ve paid more attention to that. He also did a lot of the voice work for the Tales of Elassa video games.”
“Don’t you think it’d be more fun if you didn’t wear the mask?”
He smiled a sad looking smile. But he shook his head. “No, if I’m going down on the convention floor I’m afraid I have to wear this costume. At least for now.”
I pouted but it didn’t look like I was going to sway him on this. He held out an armored arm and I moved to take it. He smiled down at me before putting his helmet back on. It snapped into place with a plastic sounding click and we made our way to the door.
Only before we opened the door he turned to face me. The effect was only ruined ever so slightly by the fact that he was wearing the armor and face mask of the most heinous villain in the entire series. Still, I could see bits of him underneath. There was no mistaking those broad shoulders, that muscled chest underneath.
When I was making my way up to my room I’d seen some people in less impressive versions of this costume making their way to the convention with inflatable biceps under their costume that showed off abs and muscles that had been drawn on, but one look at him showed that he obviously had worked out to get that muscular physique. My mouth was hanging open and watering as I stared at him.
“Jessica?”
I shook my head. Had he been talking to me? He’d been talking to me. Damn it. He’d been talking to me and I’d been so lost in staring at his body that I hadn’t even realized it! I was definitely going to have to get control of myself if we were going to have any sort of weekend.
“I’m sorry, I got distracted for a moment there,” I said.
“No problem,” he said. Sure he was talking through a voice modulator that made him sound like a completely different person, but somehow I could hear the grin in his voice. I sniffed and crossed my arms under my breasts.
“You were saying?”
He reached out and ran a clawed hand along my cheek. Despite myself I closed my eyes and leaned into that loving caress. I didn’t care if he had ridiculous looking plastic claws on his fingers as he ran them down my cheek. He was gentle and they didn’t leave a scratch.
“I was just saying that I know this is early, but I have a feeling this is the start of something special,” he said.
I felt myself melting at those words. I was going weak in the knees, which wasn’t a good thing. If I collapsed while I was wearing this costume then there was a very good chance I’d break something. So I leaned forward and pressed against his chest.
“I think I agree,” I said. “You’ve definitely been a pleasant surprise.”
I swiped my card and we moved into the elevator.
“A pleasant surprise? How so?”
I looked up at him for a moment and once again the effect was only slightly ruined by him standing there in that ridiculous looking armor talking in that over the top voice.
“Let’s just say that a guy like you seems too good to be true,” I said. “Usually in a situation like this I’d figure I was getting catfished, or that you were lying about something. Only so far everything you said has been true. Surprisingly wonderfully true!”
He hesitated for a moment. It was only a moment, but it was enough to send a stab of worry running through me. Why was he hesitating when I mentioned him telling a lie? Was he lying about something? Why was I panicking like this? Why couldn’t I just take something good at face value? Why did I always have to spin out the worst-case scenario in my head?
That moment of hesitation passed and he held out his arm again as the doors opened onto the top-level. We made our way towards the elevators and I viciously squashed down on that worst-case scenario that was starting to run through my head. I was at the convention with a great guy, he was exactly who he said he was, and I was going to enjoy myself. I was not going to think about it all falling apart, because he was telling the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
Only no matter how hard I thought that his momentary hesitation was enough to send doubt worming through m
y mind.
16: Elassa Con
The convention hall was absolutely incredible once we actually managed to get in there. I learned the hard way that people in impressive costumes quickly got waylaid by anyone with a camera. It seemed like no matter how many people came up to take a picture there was always somebody there ready to replace the person who just left. I had a feeling if I’d stayed in the first spot we got stopped it would’ve been possible for me to stand there for the entire convention and never run out of people trying to take a picture.
Thankfully Eric pulled me away. He seemed to have more experience with crowds of people wielding cameras. Walking along at a brisk pace in his menacing costume coupled with keeping our heads down and shaking my head at anybody who held up a camera seemed to do the trick until we got into the dealer hall. From there it was packed tight enough that we didn’t have to worry too much about people trying to stop us.
“So what do you want to do first?” Eric asked. “We’ve got an hour before the opening speech.”
I looked around the room at the crowd. I couldn’t help but feel like a country girl visiting the big city for the first time even though I was anything but. There was just something about being at my first big convention that was dazzling me.
“This is amazing. It’s so crowded!” I said.
Eric’s helmeted head turned to me and he shrugged. “This is actually just the advance crowd. People who got VIP tickets or whatever so they could gain entrance before everybody else. Just wait until you see how packed it gets later this afternoon after Sean Taylor gives the keynote and they let the real crowds in.”
I looked around at the crowds moving through the dealer hall and I couldn’t believe there’d actually be more people. It was amazing being surrounded by this many fans of the Elassa series. Seeing so many people who were kindred spirits, so many people who loved the series as much as I did, all in one place. Hell, some of these people probably had a lot more dedication than I did. They’d actually paid their way out here. I just happened to get lucky and had no intention of attending the convention until I stumbled into Conlan. Eric. Whatever his name was.
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