Monsters, Friends, and Mistakes

"Thanks for the game, guys," I said to my kinky D&D group. "I'm muting my notifications and going to bed." I gave them a smile and began to pack up my dice. The video call was still connected, as it was customary for us to wait for our DM, Jake, to disconnect first, just in case he had any last-minute additions to the evening's events and we needed to take notes.

Jake looked off camera and nodded. "Yeah, good game all. Catch ya later." He disconnected from the voice chat, leaving me alone with Jill, Leon, and Chris.

"Claire, don't forget that we have that interview at city hall in the morning," Jill reminded me "10 AM, don't be late. You're always late." she added in a mutter as Leon laughed.

I pursed my lips and tilted my head. "It's not like the Mayor is going anywhere. He needs us, not the other way around."

Chris perked up at that, his dice clinked on the table as he leaned closer to his camera, a skeptical arch to his brow. "The mayor needs you? For what?"

"PR, dear brother. Stop being overprotective. He's made some bad choices and publicity has been awful."

He waved and clicked the call off. Right, he wasn't actually interested in anything that wasn't along the lines of "Jill and I are gonna take turns blowing and riding him until we get a city contract."

Leon interrupted me with that devilish grin of his. "You mean people actually care when you shut down a program to feed the hungry? Who knew!"

"Err... that's not what he needs PR for. This is a different issue. He's installed these 'standing' benches in the parks that people can lean against instead of a place to sit."

"Motherfucker has no soul, does he? Why are you two helping him? He's a piece of shit." Leon was not shy about sharing his feelings on such subjects.

Jill responded before I could. "We need clients, Leo. Unless you have some wealthy benefactors up your sleeve then Claire and I will have to take one for the team in order to keep this business afloat."

I rolled my eyes as Leon pursed his lips. Always the do-gooder with a chip on his shoulder when it came to social expectations. "Relax, Leon. It's just a meeting to see if we want to take on the case. I honestly don't know if we can spin this and I'm not going to take on an unsalvageable situation just for some money. Sorry Jill."

Jill shrugged, "Tomorrow's a new day, maybe you'll change your mind. 10 AM, don't be late!" She disconnected - three down, one to go.

I leaned forward and smiled at Leon. "We could hang around a bit to see if my overbearing twin pops back in."

He laughed. "Why do you play so hard into that? You aren't selling anyone on you being siblings, let alone twins."

I grinned. "Come on, we have the same birthday and share the first names of the most iconic sibling duo in gaming history. How do I not play into that?"

"And he's as dark as you are light."

"Are you suggesting we cosplay as Cloak and Dagger?"

He sighed. "I would pay to see that. He's like two feet taller than you and outweighs you by at least a hundred and fifty pounds."

"One-seventy and two point four five feet taller than me. We checked. He's nearly three times my size and he's all solid-packed muscle."

"How did we become friends?" He asked in a flat, dry tone.

"We're friends strictly because of your name. I've spent years trying to collect the perfect set. We just need an Albert we can all hate--preferably a very rich one with a mild drug addiction."

"Seriously, how did we become friends?" He was smiling, though he was trying not to.

"You were friends with Chris, he introduced us, we hit it off better than expected."

His lips quirked again. "I recall you calling me multiple times after our game sessions."

"Accidentally! I was trying to hang up, not do a private call with some random guy I just met."

"Right. Accidentally, but multiple times." He leaned forward and playfully lifted his eyebrows. "If you wanted to hook up, you could've just said so."

I glared, but it quickly softened as his smug grin faded. "You have work in the morning, yeah?"

He nodded.

"Alright, goodnight then!" I said before clicking to cut off the call.

He had a habit of sticking around and chatting until the early hours of the morning if I let him. Sometimes a quick goodnight then hanging up was the only way to ensure our conversation didn't spiral into an hours-long debate on the meaning of a single word. Fun as I found those, we both needed sleep. I shut off my monitor and speakers then started getting ready for bed.

My jeans and T-shirt were exchanged for a snug white tank top and tiny pink shorts. I brushed my auburn hair and braided it into two long pigtails, then I did the whole nightly hygiene routine.

Though, before I could really fall asleep, I had a slight crisis to deal with. I was riding an adrenaline and arousal high from our game. Three hours of my character being teased mercilessly because I failed a seduction check on an orc. Of course, Jake's DM rebuttal of "The orc laughs heartily and rips your top off, 'No boobs. Too tiny. Try kobolds.' and you stand there with your A-cups being perked only by the cool breeze of the evening," didn't help.

No one would give me a shirt, we were nowhere near town and I had to fight with my boobs out three times. I laughed to no one as I recalled the worst part. Jake had grinned and I knew it was gonna be bad, but he was especially cruel. "The elven drider cocks his head to the side as he takes in your slender build and rose-colored areolae and nipples. Roll at disadvantage for... let's say acrobatics."

"Why disadvantage?" I'd asked.

"Because your tits are out and you're very aware of how many sets of spider or spider-like eyes are staring at them."

I'd failed my roll, of course, and the drider fondled my breast with his hairy tarantula leg and pulled me to him before cutting through my leather pants. I was blushing hard at that point, and insanely turned on. The sensation of a slightly fuzzy leg gently brushing down my body was a little too vivid for my liking in front of the group.

I'm pretty sure they ended the game thinking I was into monster fucking, and while I can say it's not a fetish for me, it kinda is my kink and I wouldn't turn down a partner wanting to do some drider role play. The size difference was alluring, as was all of the potential penetrative appendages.

I was preoccupied with the idea as I went back into my bedroom and turned my monitor back on. I checked my speakers again to make sure they were still turned off, then glanced at the door. My housemate was asleep and I wanted to keep it that way as I began to look up some clips.

I searched through images of driders with elven captives. It was certainly enlightening and I began to wonder what pedipalps would feel like spreading me open for a decidedly skilled elven tongue to explore me. I wasn't opposed to the idea, but I also shivered at the idea. Is scaroused a thing? It applied, as I was both scared and aroused by the thought of such an assault on my innocent pale pinkish body.

I waited to see if I'd be smited for that thought, but when no lightning bolt struck, I smiled. Yeah. Totally innocent naked, vulnerable twenty-two year old body.

I found a story about a young tiefling stumbling into the lair of a drider king, and becoming his willing slave after he stripped her, bent her over his lap, then spanked her for the intrusion. He found that she got wet from being laid over two of his legs as his hand made firm contact with her lavender ass. He fingered her to orgasm then, while her pussy contracted against her will, he lifted her to his mouth and teased more from her.

It was quite hot to read her inner thoughts on why she shouldn't be allowing this drider to do such things to her suddenly needy body, but it just felt so good she didn't want to stop. It ended with her smiling and delirious from pleasure with a chain clasped around her neck. She was kept naked and displayed at his side, her pussy dripping and ready to be taken at the drider king's whim.

Reading wasn't helping. Fascinating as it was, no relief was in sight. If anything, I was working myself up more and more. My pussy refused to let me get over the edge and I was near tears with need. The drider thoughts, though... I could work with those.

I even jumped back into video chat on our server for a bit to see if anyone else would pop back on, maybe do a quick role play together so I could get off and sleep. I set my status to Needy. Come play, please. It was usually Jake who noticed when I came back around. And good DM that he is, he always had something ready to excite me with. And I always got off after.

While I waited, I looked around the web again. Lots of horny monster fucker fans are also superb artists. The trouble was finding one that suited my interests while hoping they had a whole catalog to peruse. I was only finding single images and cursed my inability to draw.

My imagination would have to do.

I turned my monitor off, then turned around and climbed onto my bed. I hadn't gotten off to the story or the artwork, but they were still on my mind as I sat on my bed and wondered, do I masturbate more or just try to sleep while painfully horny?

Arousal won out, I wouldn't be able to sleep with that ache gnawing at me. So, I reached over to my bedside table and opened the drawer. I generally preferred my own hand, but was struggling and knew my wand would make quick work of things, then I could go to sleep.

My thoughts turned deeply wicked quicker than expected as I glanced back over to my computer. Adult chats with anyone other than friends never seemed to work out for me. I think it lacked the tension of "Oh, but we're friends and we shouldn't cross this line!" Maybe that's why it worked with Jake. He and I grew up together and he really understood me and my needs, but he also wasn't at all into me--at least, I assumed he wasn't judging by the string of boyfriends he'd had over the years.

Jake and I had grown apart in recent years. He was engaged and I think his beloved was a little jealous of our sexy role plays, which was understandable on the surface. But they didn't play out any different than our battle role plays. Hell, he'd worked out stats for things like constitution of species specific pussy in relation to stretchability during more monstrous encounters, innocence of character was sometimes played with in contrast to a partner's ability to corrupt, and agility? Well, that was a key stat for some encounters.

I will admit that sometimes rolling the dice mid-fuck to see if I held on or got thrown off could sometimes interfere with the arousal. It was all in good fun, though sometimes I think the numbers got him more excited than anything physical we talked about.

Then there was Leon.

He was soft-spoken and gentle. Whenever we did one-on-one role plays, he struggled with the idea of dominance. When things got heavy, he always stopped and checked in with me. "Are you sure you're okay with this?"

I'd nod, my cheeks flushed with the intensity of the scene. "Definitely. I trust you completely, so just go for it."

His brow would furrow and then he'd continue.

I was attracted to him, but I couldn't tell how he felt about me. There were moments when the way he looked at me made it seem like he wanted to be something more, but then he'd take me to a work function and introduce me as his best friend. He was perplexing, yet, for the sake of our dynamic, part of me was glad we had never experimented outside of a few sexy role plays.

Still, there's something just a little naughty about testing the bonds of friendship through sensuality and longing. And in such a moment, here I was lying in my bed with Leon's lower body being replaced by that of a giant spider on my mind.

His dark hair, tanned skin, and lithe frame filled in the upper part of my drider fantasy. Long hair, though. Something I could get my hands in as the fantasy progressed. A needed adjustment from reality.

I spread out the towel I kept beside my bed--for reasons--then I plugged in the wand and turned it on. My smile was anticipatory as I watched the wand vibrate. The low hum was familiar and comforting. Mechanical assistants were the closest I'd been to sex in a while, sadly, but this would have to do as my options were limited by my much too low estimation of how quickly I burn through batteries. My shorts were thin, so I didn't bother to pull them down. I simply, and quite lazily, moved the padded head of the wand to my pussy and let the vibrations pass through the soft fabric as I lay back on my bed with my legs spread wide.

It felt good even on the lowest setting. I closed my eyes and let myself focus on the fantasy in my head. The slow build of pleasure made me rock my hips slightly as I bit my lip.

Drider Leon smiled as he pulled me to him with fuzzy legs wrapped behind me, then his hand grasped my wrists and pulled me up to him. The weight of my body pulling at my wrists would hurt, but in such a good way.

I dangled before him as his spidery legs removed my barely-there pajamas, brushing teasingly over my nipples and vulva. Outside of my fantasy, I had one hand beneath my top, caressing my breast as my hips rocked towards the wand. Then I sat up, wanting my positioning to better match my fantasy. My feet bent under me and my knees were opened wide. I moaned as the vibrations went deeper this way, the weight of my body, slight as it was, pushed down against the wand in my hand, which was somewhat supported by the bed.

My whimpers were light and airy, my frustration built alongside my pleasure but I found the vibrations were not direct enough through my clothes, thin as they were.

I put the wand down for a moment and pulled my top off. The cool air of my room teased across my breasts and my nipples stood erect atop the small swell. My hand slid over them, then down my stomach and into my shorts. My fingers didn't vibrate, but I could feel the slick fluid coating me and soaking into my shorts. God damn, I needed a good fuck. Such a waste.

I worked my shorts down my thighs and began to stroke my clit. Then I lay back on the bed and kicked my shorts the rest of the way off. My legs were spread and my feet were planted firmly on the bedspread at either side of the towel. What I wouldn't give for a nice big cock right now. On my knees, ass up, ready, willing, waiting...

My whimper was soft and I reached down, reluctantly removing my hand from my body, and grabbed the wand. I pressed it lightly between my labia. The padded tip became slick with my fluid and I slowly moved it up to my clit.

I arched my back and brought my hand beneath my thigh, opening myself up more to roughly push two fingers into me. With my other hand, I circled my clit with the wand. Fingers aren't enough. So frustrating.

My body tensed and squeezed tight on my fingers. It wasn't an orgasm, but it was getting close to being one. My thumb pressed the upper button on the wand and the speed of vibrations increased. My hips lifted from the bed in response to my increasing arousal.

In my fantasy, it was my Leon drider vibrating his tongue gently back and forth over my clit as the rounded tip of his soft, fuzzy leg penetrated me with such care, lightly stretching me. And I was almost there. Just on the cusp.

My phone rang and I almost stopped to throw it across the room. Instead, I ignored it and pushed the upper button again. My fingers pulled out of me and gripped the bedspread as I cried out in pleasure. Choked as it was in my restraint to avoid waking my housemate, I didn't get the full relief of release and I was so fucking mad about it.

I needed the full experience--to scream my pleasure without restriction--but I couldn't. I reached blindly over to my bedside table until my fingers traced across something soft and rubbery. I pulled it out and smiled as I looked it over.

I sat the wand on a pillow, then straddled it just right for the wand to continue exciting me. My hips rolled and back arched as I brought the ball gag up to my mouth. I opened wide and bit down onto the ball before securing the strap behind my head. My gyration didn't slow as I maneuvered. The gag muffled me enough to groan loudly in pleasure. Both of my hands slid over my body and paid significant attention to my nipples. Pinching and twisting them as I threw my head back and cried out loudly.

Drool dripped from the gag and down onto my nipple. I closed my eyes to resume imagining my intrusive drider fantasy. He was behind me, his legs holding me as he kissed my neck and his fingers penetrated me. God yes...

I moaned Leon's name as I rode the wand and the pillow. It was muffled and distorted behind the gag. Then I thought about Chris and Jake helping him. Oh, my, yes!

My very human image of Jake grabbed my leg and held me up as the elven version of Chris did the same on the other side. They held me open to drider Leon as he positioned himself over me. I whimpered and cried out. I didn't know what a drider actually did reproductively, but this one had a dick much too large for a human, dripping with precum and pulsing with need.

I squirmed in their grip, my arms around their waists as I waited for the moment of connection. My phone rang again and I grumbled as I opened my eyes and looked over at it. It was face up and Leon's name and photo was on the screen. I leaned over and grabbed it then flipped it over. Do not disturb, asshole. Busy with...

Yes, the drider dick was threatening my petite body and I was positively dripping at the notion. He was gentle as he guided himself into me. The ache of being filled made me shudder. Or maybe it was the wand doing that. I was panting hard and drooling heavily as I slumped over.

I wasn't getting relief on the pillow so I abandoned the teasing of my breasts to reach over into the drawer again. I pulled out the last two items. A small silver conical butt plug and a bottle of lube. I took my time. Slowly worked the lubricant over and into my ass, then did the same with the metal object. It wasn't very big. I was fairly inexperienced with anal and hadn't gotten the nerve to increase sizes yet, but that meant the plug slid in quickly and with little effort once sufficiently slick. Then I turned and leaned forward.

The wand was getting hot, my hand rubbing furiously, and I desperately needed to get off properly. My mind went back to my drider. Chris and Jake held me spread and Leon penetrated me. I shuddered and gasped as he pushed deeper. My toes curled and I lifted my hips to him.

It was too much, but I somehow wanted more. I brought the wand up to my clit as I knelt with my bejeweled ass in the air. I tightened and clenched in pleasure, and pushed the power up one more notch.

Then I screamed behind the ball gag. My body rippled in waves of pleasure and my toes curled as one knee lifted from the bed slightly, thigh trembling. My pussy clenched and a rush of fluid burst from me just before I collapsed in a heap on my bed. My hand barely had enough control to turn the wand off. I shakily unfastened the gag and let it fall from my mouth and onto the bed. My jaw ached from biting down on the hard rubber so fiercely. And I breathed deeply, trying to settle my body.

I laid there for what felt like a long time and was almost asleep when I heard a rustle. I opened my eyes to see my bedroom door was open. Then I looked around my room and saw Leon at my desk.

"What the fuck, Leon?" I shouted as I pulled my blanket over me. He had the monitor turned on, then moved so I could see. Jake and Chris were on camera and both had wide eyes and slack jaws, and then I noticed a few more avatars from our gaming group in the voice chat with my computer streaming live. I frowned. "What..." the thought trailed off unfinished.

He disconnected the call and shut down my computer. His face was red as a beet as he turned away from me. "You forgot to disconnect."

"No. I definitely disconnected."

"Mmm, no. I did, just now. Jake called me and said... I tried to call you, but you weren't answering. I got here as fast as I could."

He seemed apologetic. His eyes stayed averted from me. My voice was shaky as I asked, "They... did you..."

"Watch?" he finished my question, a crack to his voice.

I nodded, a film of tears blurring my vision.

"They wouldn't disconnect. They were watching and I was trying to reach out to you."

I scooted back a little. I wasn't afraid of him, but the look in his eyes was almost scarier than the thought of him with a drider dick. "You watched all of it?" I asked softly.

He nodded and pulled his shoes off as he approached my bed. "I stayed connected on my phone as I drove over."

"Why?" The betrayal was quite evident in my tone and expression.

"I couldn't stop myself. The way you moved, your whimpers... Knowing they were watching and wouldn't stop." He groaned as though the thought was painful. Then he climbed over to me, his hands caressed my lower legs and his gaze trailed up to the messy way I'd covered myself with my blanket.

Leon pushed himself against me and kissed me, hard, messily. And I kissed back. I don't know why I did, but I did. I should've been mad that he watched what was obviously a mistake, but I wasn't. A little hurt maybe. A little scared, but not mad. I let him climb over me, and I heard him unzip his pants. He pushed my blanket open and I did nothing but moan and grab his shoulder as he entered me. So good.

"Claire," he said softly as his hand came up into my hair at the back and pulled slightly, messing up the parting of my pigtails, "I'm so sorry."

My knees tightened against his hips as he pushed deeper into me. "Mmm... Why? Why sorry?"

"For watching," he said with a deep thrust as he pulled my hair and grasped my hip. "For-" he looked at my body before he pressed himself to me,"wanting to watch."

I caressed his cheek then slid my hands behind his neck, pulling him down to me and into a deep kiss. I was horribly embarrassed, but it still felt so good to be wanted by him, to be filled by him.

"It was an accident," I said with a moan against his ear. "I thought I shut the video chat down. M-my fault." There was a hitch to my voice as he lifted me to push deeper.

"Look at me," he said firmly.

I lifted my head and looked into his eyes.

"I want to watch you."

He picked me up easily and turned with me until I was on his lap and he was sitting with his back to my headboard. I got my hands beneath the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. So lightly muscled and tan, my fingers trailed across his skin and he tensed beneath my touch. So fucking cute!

He watched as I began to lift myself from him. I could feel every curve and throbbing vein on his cock. His hands slid to my lower back and he guided me forward slightly. Then his lips were on my right nipple, tongue lifting and swirling around it. I shuddered and he held me there as my eyes closed to the pleasure.

I don't know exactly when he got his pants and underwear the rest of the way off, but they lay in a heap at the end of the bed.

My pussy clenched on his cock and his teeth scraped along me. I leaned back and dropped down on him, grinding my hips against him. His hands shifted to my waist and he held me on him as he looked at me. My nipple ached in the cold air when he pulled the warmth of his mouth away.

I wasn't prepared for him to grab my wand and guide it to me. I squirmed and tried to lift off of him, I was too sensitive for that. It was too much. But he grabbed my wrists in his free hand and held me there. My hips and pussy rocking away from the vibrations, which only pushed his cock deeper into me as I clenched hard. My cheeks flushed and my breath became a mix of gasps and panting.

My voice was small, a slight whimper preceding a desperate, "Leon..."

He groaned as I shuddered. The vibrations were extra intense with his cock filling me and the small metal butt plug still inside of me. He seemed to understand my need, but not the method I desired, and the power was turned up. I rolled my hips back desperately trying to get my wrists free as I endured the overstimulating sensations. I bounced and squirmed as he took his pleasure from me. My hands stretched and my body couldn't stay still. I needed him to release me so I could grab his wrist, but I couldn't get loose.

I whimpered and cried out and he showed me no mercy as he increased the power again. My thighs trembled and my voice strained as tears began to spill from my eyes. "Please..."

He pulled me by my wrists and his lips crushed against me. His tongue swirled beneath and along mine. And I kissed back, needy for him even as I fought my building orgasm.

I forced myself to ride his cock harder and faster, and somehow he kept the wand on my clit the whole time. I was panting so hard against his lips that I thought I might pass out.

Then he released my wrists and grabbed my hip as he held me down on him. My cries got louder and I knew I must've woken my housemate up as my body quivered and tightened on him. My hands grasped his wrist and pushed the wand away as I kissed him hard and deep. He dropped it and brought his hand up to my neck to cradle me.

Leon didn't let my orgasm subside before he thrust upwards; I whimpered. He pulled away from my lips and pressed his forehead to mine as he held onto either side of my face. His thumb was on my lips as he looked deeply into my eyes. "Can I cum in you, Claire?"

I nodded and licked the tip of his thumb. My voice had a far off, lust-filled quality to it. "You can cum in me if I can lick you clean after." I let his thumb press between my lips and against my tongue.

"Fuck yeah," he cried out as he lifted me again and got me onto my back. He thrust hard and fast. I whimpered and squirmed, arching my back and tightening on him as he used me.

I was aching all over, but I wasn't going to stop him. I wanted him to enjoy me. Hell, I needed to watch him cum in me. Needed to know I'd met his needs as he'd met mine.

He pushed deep and his body pressed lightly to mine as I felt him twitch within me. I closed my eyes and relished the moment. After I'd caught my breath, I did exactly what I said I wanted to do. I slid out from under him and guided him onto his back so he could rest, then I kissed my way down his body, leaving a small bite mark on his right hip and flicking my tongue across his skin with my trailing kiss.

When I made it between his legs, I settled comfortably against him and began licking and kissing his cock clean of us. I could feel him watching me and I savored exploring him with my fingers and tongue. My eyes stayed on his glistening cock, admiring him.

I didn't let him go fully soft. While he was still semi-hard, I began licking his crown, then bobbed my lips tightly down his shaft. He groaned and grabbed my jaw. I curved my tongue to cradle his shaft and looked up at him, needy and pleading without a word to him.

He licked his lips as he watched me suck on his cock until he grew rigid against my tongue again. My moan made him close his eyes, and he shuddered as I resumed licking slowly, trailing my tongue up him before sliding back down again, my throat tightening around him as I sank deep.

"Good, so good," he said with a gasp, cupping the back of my neck and urging me to take him deeper.

I swallowed and he slipped in just a bit more. We both moaned, but mine reverberated along the length of him. He held me there and I moaned louder, my throat tightening with the effort of trying not to breathe. My hands moved to his hips and my fingernails scraped his skin. He grasped my hair and pulled me back, the pop and slight gag as his crown dislodged from my throat both a relief and a disappointment.

Leon pulled me fully from his cock and I looked at him. My lips were parted and I could feel the saliva on them. I felt drunk on lust. My breasts lifted with each deep breath and he pulled my head back by my hair. "What are we doing?" he asked as he looked me over.

I smiled and reached out, my hand cradled his balls, caressing gently as I bit my lip. "Playing," I said, my voice soft and airy.

"Playing?"

I nodded. "I've been cursed and the only cure is for you to fuck me hard enough to cause a single point of damage." I looked away for a moment then brought my gaze back to meet his. "Can you help me, good sir?"

His cock twitched as my other hand stroked over it. I saw his Adam's apple lift as he swallowed. "Fuck you hard enough... I don't want to hurt you." He groaned as my hands continued to fondle him.

"Please?" My chin quivered as my voice caught.

He rolled his eyes. "Should I get Jake to DM?"

"I have a weakness," I whispered. "If you climb behind me and pull my hair while you fuck me, I'll be cured in no time." My smile and cocked eyebrow felt a little devious.

He arched an eyebrow. "Is that so?"

"Mm hmm. But you have to be merciless. It needs to hurt just a little."

He licked his lips then lifted to his knees. I moved onto my knees as well and lifted my ass for him.

"What happens if the curse isn't lifted?" he asked, his hand stroked over my ass and his fingers settled along the curve while his thumb rested on the pink jewel of the butt plug.

I thought a moment, then looked over my shoulder at him. "I'll just die. A slow and agonizing death."

His fingertip slid alongside my spine. "One point of damage can be achieved without fucking you."

I pouted. "It has to be while you're inside of me."

"Imagine that." I could hear the smile in his voice.

"Yes. One point of damage." Then added, in case it wasn't obvious, "While you cum inside of me. It's a very naughty curse."

He moved closer to me, his cock poised at my entrance. "And how do you propose I do the damage?"

I bit my lip, a flush to my cheeks. "You could bite me."

Leon pushed into me and kissed his way up my back. I curled my fingers and toes as I let myself quiver at the potential. He kissed my shoulder as he thrust and I braced myself on the headboard. "Here?" He asked before pulling his lips away to press them along the crook of my neck. "Or perhaps here?"

I nodded and pushed my hips back to meet his infrequent thrusts. "Both are good." My voice trembled as much as my thighs did as I kept my hips lifted for him.

He kissed between the two spots, then thrust hard as he bit down on my shoulder. It ached and his hand grasped my hair, pulling my head up in an uncomfortable arch. I cried out and he thrust deep again. The angle forced me to lower my hips and he released my hair to smack my ass, causing me to lift again as I let out a small cry of pain.

"Did I succeed?" he asked.

I shook my head. "Not until you cum in me again."

While I'm not sure if the noise he made was a groan or a growl, it made my whole body quiver. He continued to thrust his hips toward me. He even took the time to toy with the plug a little. A gentle push of the gem to match his thrust into me. Then he pulled it slightly while he was fully inside of me. It felt so much better than playing alone.

His penetration was hard and deep, steady in rhythm and force. Then he leaned over me again and sank his teeth into my neck as he held himself deep inside of me. I gasped. The strength of his bite was unexpected. I assumed he'd nibble, but forceful worked so much better for me.

My eyes widened and I brought one hand back, holding him to me as my hips rocked towards him. His thrusts became harder and faster, his bite made me wince. Then he grunted with a final thrust as I felt the pressure of his release and the twitch of his cock.

His teeth released my neck and his breath was heavy in my ear. "Did I save you?" he asked.

I nodded as I turned toward him. His hand came up to my cheek and he held me as he kissed me deeply. I didn't get off this time, but the sweat on his brow and his flushed skin made me smile. I liked him enjoying me. I liked him.

We finished cleaning up, then he wrapped me in his arms and we fell asleep together.

I half expected it to be a dream when I woke up the next morning. But he was still in my bed and I didn't want to move from fear of finding out it was some awful trick they'd all played on me.

He smiled and stretched as he woke up. "Your 'accidents' are getting more blatant, Claire. You aren't fooling anyone with that whole innocent spiel."

"I swear I thought I shut everything down."

He laughed and kissed my forehead. "That's not what I meant."

"Oh?" I responded, arching my eyebrow in mock naïveté.

He brought his hand up to my cheek and turned my face toward him. "Yeah. That's what I meant. That innocent little fakery of not knowing something you clearly know."

My lips curved into a slight smile, I couldn't help it. "Is that a bad thing?"

Leon shook his head. "No, it's kinda hot when you play naive. You play it so straight, too."

I brought my hands up to my face. "Oh my god, I can't ever face our gaming group again. And I'm glad you live closer to me than Chris. I can't even imagine the awkward exchange of him walking into my room to save me from myself."

He laughed, a deeply resonating belly laugh. "I can. He would've army crawled across the floor, shut your computer down, then army crawled back out hoping you never even knew what happened. He might've even brought a cardboard box to hide in just in case you got alerted to his presence."

My own laugh caught me off guard. He probably wasn't wrong. "So why didn't you sneak in and sneak out?"

"I thought about it. Considered it. Then I saw you. You looked scared. Embarrassed. Innocent. The whole fucking room smelled like you and I couldn't leave."

I moved over and snuggled against him, which made him wrap his arms tightly around me. "I'm growing fond of these mistakes you make," he said softly.

"Me too. What time is it, anyways?"

"Umm... quarter to ten."

My eyes opened wide. "Fuck! I'm gonna be late, Jill's gonna kill me!" I started to pull away, but he held me firmly to him.

"If you try to get up, I'm going to be forced to bend you over my knees to spank you."

I pursed my lips and arched one eyebrow. "That's an incentive to stay in bed."

He grinned. "Alright, if you stay in bed, I'll bend you over my lap to spank you. Better?"

"Much!" I reached over to the bedside table to grab my phone, but it wasn't there. "Fuck." I crawled over him and looked on the floor, it had fallen between the table and the bed. As I reached for it, I felt his hand on my ass, giving the cheek a gentle squeeze and caress. Then his hand pulled back and my eyes went wide in anticipation of the smack to come, but it didn't.

I retrieved my phone after a moment and quickly tapped a message out to Jill. Not gonna make meeting. Don't take contract. Will explain later.

Then I placed my phone on the bedside table and the smack to my ass finally landed. I yelped and reached back to block, but his hand was already caressing the tender spot. He was smiling gently as our eyes connected and his hand drew back again.

Best mistake ever.