by Mia Archer
In-game, in my characters head, I was an idiot for having these feelings for a human. Out of the game, sitting in my chair and staring at the screen losing myself in this scenario I was an idiot because I was carrying on like this, because I was getting so turned on by a woman who was just some pixels on a screen. Sure she was incredibly hot if her picture was actually her, and the jury was still out on that, but mostly I was turned on because she had a talent for writing that got me worked up more than any porn ever could.
Kaira looked down at me and grinned. Her eyes were zeroed in on the spot where I’d loosened my dress, where I’d pulled it down so my breasts were showing a little more. I smiled to myself. I shouldn't be enjoying that attention but there was no denying how it made me feel.
We stopped at a spot where the cave started to widen. Where it turned a corner. In character, in world, I peered at that turn wide-eyed, not knowing quite what was waiting on the other side. Was it an ambush?
Sitting in front of my computer I smiled to myself. I looked at that familiar spot. Just around the corner was an ambush spot where a bunch of bad guys would come in and try to kill us, followed by a boss encounter.
The encounter took place on a bridge over a raging river, and the trick to this particular boss encounter was that the only winning move was not to play. Players were supposed to kill the lackeys, get their asses handed to them by the big guy, and then decide that jumping off of the bridge into the raging underground river was preferable to dying. There was no way to kill this particular boss at this stage of the dungeon.
I’d read stories of people discovering this dungeon for the first time back when the game was new who thought they were doing something wrong, or who thought something was broken because they kept dying over and over on what was supposed to be an easy low-level encounter. It was a ridiculously devious bit of programming on the game designers’ part giving that easy low-level boss immortality at the first meeting.
It was also something that made this one of my favorite dungeons. Most people liked it just because jumping in the water and going on that wild ride was fun, but I liked it because it was such a rich storytelling element. It was so much better than some of the crap they had players doing today as far as dungeon encounters went. At least from what I’d seen watching high-level encounters that Megan went on. Go in, kill a boss, move to the next spot on the treadmill.
No, this encounter had some class to it from a time when the game designers actually cared about delivering a story along with the dungeon.
“What’s up ahead?”
“Just a bridge over a river that runs through these caves and eventually out to a hidden part of the cove,” Kaira said. “But we need to be careful. It would be a good spot for an ambush.”
I rolled my eyes. She was alluding to game elements in her role-playing dialogue. Though I could forgive her for being distracted on this one occasion. Something told me from the way we’d been role-playing earlier that she had other things on her mind than going through this dungeon.
“Fine,” I said. I summoned a fireball and set it to dancing across my fingers. “Let’s go.”
I strode confidently out onto the bridge. It was surprisingly well put together for a bridge going over an underground river in a known a pirate den. It was wide. Wide enough to accommodate several men, and it looked sturdy, as though someone had maintained it over the years. Then again, the pirates who ran this place were so rich from their ill-gotten gains that it shouldn’t surprise me that they had money for the thieving equivalent of a public works project.
I felt a delicious warmth come up behind me. I felt an arm wrap around me, press against me down at my stomach. I closed my eyes and took in a sharp breath as I felt Kaira pressing against my body, and then my eyes opened wide as I felt her exquisite breasts pressing against me from behind. Without thinking I pressed myself back against her. Pressed myself back against a woman!
I leaned back from my keyboard. I couldn’t believe it. Here I was deep in a dungeon having what had, up until this point, been a mostly innocent but flirtatious role-playing session and now it had taken a turn into a decidedly sexy territory that I’d sort of expected, but was still surprising now that it was happening.
And rather than stopping her, rather than telling her that wasn’t the sort of role-playing I was into, I was responding! My character was acting like a regular common whore, and acting that way was causing my pussy to tingle. If I kept this up for much longer then I was going to be running this dungeon one-handed, if you catch my meaning.
Back to the dungeon.
I came to my senses and tried to pull away from this human. Who did she think she was, laying her hands on me? I was a high elf priestess! She should be dead for daring to touch me!
Only when I tried to pull away her grip tightened, she pulled me back against her. And I found myself moaning against my will even as I was pulled against her, also against my will. And yet there was something so incredibly arousing by the way this human was just taking me, the way I felt her rubbing against me taking her pleasure from me.
I might be acting scandalized, but there was no denying the way this was making me feel. There was no denying the way my pulse was picking up, the way a flush was running down my body, the way I felt lightheaded, the way my body was tingling from head to toe as this ruffian had her way with me. God it was so hot!
Before I realized what I was doing I’d leaned my head back on her shoulder and I was moaning. That seemed to be all the encouragement she needed, as though she needed any encouragement at all considering how forward she was being! Considering how forward I was being, for that matter.
Her lips descended on my neck and I moved it to the side, allowed her better access as her slim feminine hands started to explore. One hand ran down in between my legs and I felt myself going weak between the knees as her powerful and yet oh so tender hands made contact with that spot between my legs. As she started rubbing through my dress.
Her other hand moved up and she was cupping my breasts through my dress. She moved one hand up and traced along my cleavage, along the top of my tits which were heaving at the contact. I was lost in a world of pleasure. I was lost in a world of arousal. I was lost in a world that was her strong, hot, sweaty body pressing against me from behind taking what she wanted. Even though I knew this went against every role-playing principle I believed in, that I shouldn’t be doing this at all, let alone exploring this sort of thing with a woman!
And yet that was adding to the turn on.
I was lost in the incredible feeling, in the feel of her lips running against my neck, nibbling on one of my pointed ears, her hands exploring my body as her body rubbed against mine. As this human took my petite body and made it hers. Giving over to her, giving myself to her completely, allowing her to take control, take what she wanted, was so wrong and yet it was so fucking hot!
Remember what I said about a one-handed gaming session? Well one of my hands moved down in between my legs. Started running up and down my pussy which was so wet. I was so incredibly turned on. I stroked myself as this new and forbidden scenario played out on screen.
Only I heard something that pulled me away from that one-handed gaming session. That pulled my character’s attention away from that incredible pleasure coursing through her body. Shouting. I knew that sound from the many times I’d been through this dungeon.
One of us had stepped forward just enough to trigger the in-game event. Damn it!
The yelling grew louder. And then some rough men rounded the corner, men carrying nasty looking weapons. Men who had murder in their eyes, and when they looked at me they had more than that in their eyes. The way they looked at me promised nothing good for me if they managed to capture us.
Once more I was surprised at the speed with which Kaira moved. One moment she was using me as her plaything, I was a rag doll that was completely in her thrall, and the next moment she was charging forward and pushing me to the side with her sword drawn.
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sp; I stood there for a moment, my breasts heaving and my breath coming in ragged gasps as I recovered from the incredible feelings she’d sent coursing through my body. As I took stock of the reality of the situation. We were under attack!
I smiled. I might be losing control when it came to my delectable human, but rampaging pirates were definitely something I could handle. I held up my hands and a ball of fire materialized in the air above one as a ball of ice materialized above the other.
Before Kaira even reached the pirates a fireball flashed out and took one. He fell over, screaming, the fire consuming his body. Meanwhile, back in the real world, I almost laughed as one of the mobs went down for the count. I was such a high level, I was so powerful, that all it took was one hit from one of my spells for them to go down.
The ball of ice slammed into another one and his entire body turned to ice before shattering. On screen it was a far less dramatic than what I described in the chat window. He was covered in a white ice animation before that exploded away and then he fell to the ground just like every other death animation for the bad guys in this particular dungeon. Still, in my imagination it was far more impressive. Everything about this game was far more dramatic and impressive in my imagination, including the way Kaira charged forward to save her elf priestess.
Kaira's sword took a pirate through the gut and cut down another as I roasted a third with a fireball. And then, just as quickly as it had started, it was over. There were five men dead on the ground and I was heaving from the exertion. I was shaking, and for a completely different reason than the shaking I felt when Kaira was pressing against me.
She turned to smile at me and I saw something flash behind her.
“Watch out!”
That warning was enough for Kaira to go diving just in time to miss the flash of smoke and retort from the primitive gunpowder weapon the pirate who’d been hiding in the caves was carrying. He stepped forward revealing a long beard that had been braided. He held a gun in one hand and a sword in the other. The massive pirate regarded both of us with open disdain. My breath caught as I saw him. As I noticed the distinctive white braided hair that ran down the middle of his otherwise black beard.
“Whitebeard,” I breathed.
The pirate flashed forward and Kaira met him with a clang of swords. I wanted to do something, I wanted to try and save her, but they were so close together that there wasn’t anything I could do. Any fireball, any ice magic I used, ran as much risk of hitting Kaira as it did Whitebeard.
And of course the real reason I couldn’t do anything was because the game programmers had programmed the encounter to make Whitebeard effectively immortal. I could be the most powerful player on this server with the best gear possible and I still wouldn’t be able to take this guy out without cheating. He was immortal until the end of the dungeon, at which point his plot armor dropped and I could easily one shot him.
Kaira turned to me and for the first time since I’d met her at the entrance to the cave there was something new on her face. Something other than the cocky arrogance I’d come to expect. Something different, something strange, something very disquieting.
Worry.
“Maia! Jump!”
I glanced over the edge of the bridge and then back to her. I hoped the incredulous look on my face communicated just how ridiculous I thought that idea was. Her sword flashed as she parried a thrust from Whitebeard. She landed a hit on the rotund 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 Kaira 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.
Kaira 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 her skill, if Kaira 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 Kaira’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 Kaira 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 Kaira was able to run across the bridge. She tackled me and the fireball I’d been preparing, that had been crackling oh so delightfully over my fingers, winked out of existence as she hit me 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 her arms wrapped around me. The comfort of her hard body pressed against me as she held me against her, 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 her arms I didn’t care what happened to us.
9: Pixelated Passion
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 woman had a way with prose that set me on fire in a way that I hadn’t felt in a good long while. 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 very hot and bothered at all if you catch my meaning.
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.
Plus it seemed like a non-threatening way for me to explore some of the strange new impulses regarding the fairer sex that had been running through my head. Were these feelings real? Was it a passing fancy? It seemed like exploring that in a digital space where there was still some separation that somehow made it seem more "safe" would be the way to go.
I just couldn't believe I was considering this in the first place!
It was all her fault. It was because she was so great at crafting a story. It was because she had a way of turning a phrase that could make a girl weak in the knees. It was because I kept thinking of that picture and how sexy she looked. It was because before her I'd never looked at a picture of a girl and consciously thought about how sexy she looked, and that newness excited me as much as it frightened me.
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 sto
ry I was working on with my co-author who happened to bear more than a striking resemblance to her sexy character if her 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 Kaira, because of how great she was at this.
It was a conundrum. I wasn’t the kind of girl who did this sort of thing. I wasn't the kind of girl who got with other girls. And yet for my sexy confident Kaira 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 she 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 beautiful, extremely sexy human fighter with short wet hair advancing on me with an intense look on her face. A look that was similar to what Whitebeard had given me earlier, and yet it was different coming from her. 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.
