Tim carried Emma closer to the bed and tossed her down on it a little roughly, at which point she let out a small shriek, followed by a giggle. "You brute," she said. Her thumb clasped his chin against the side of her small hand, and she tugged him down for another kiss. "You'll be gentle, won't you?"
He grinned down at her gleaming blue eyes as he reached behind her neck to pull at the small clasp that fastened the straps of her dress. "Very gentle," he said softly. With a flick, he opened it, and she bit her lower lip as the top of the dress fell down over her arms, which were crossed over her chest.
Slowly, she moved her arms aside, then returned them with a playful smile. "Why is it you've not begun to undress yourself as well?" she teased.
"Oh, you mean…" he brought the base of his shirt up slowly, exposing his own flawless physique a little at a time before pulling the garment off entirely and tossing it aside.
"Ooh," Emma said, her eyes widening in astonishment. Her hands came out from under her dress to stroke his abs, allowing the red fabric to gradually slide down and expose the tops of her breasts. Her hands slid lower, and she glanced up at him as they reached down along the sides of his legs, sliding his pants down. "Oh my," she whispered as she worked the waistband of his pants over the rigid obstacle she'd encountered.
He let out a low moan when her small hand circled around him, her face set in an expression of curiosity.
"So big," she murmured. Her hand moved away, and she looked up at him as she began to slowly pull her incredibly tight dress the rest of the way down, a frown growing on her face when the struggle continued for longer than she'd likely anticipated given the circumstances.
"Let me help," Tim said, taking a quick moment to step out of his pants. He brought his hands up to cover hers, then leaned down into another kiss that she met with an enthusiastic moan. She freed her hands and tangled them in his hair as he yanked the dress down. Her hips squirmed on the bed to help him work the stretchy fabric past them, and then he pulled it down over her legs, which felt soft enough for his hands to sink completely into. He slipped her heels off and tossed them away along with the dress, then squeezed his hands her under her butt and lifted her easily with his enhanced strength.
She let out another brief squeal as her hands gripped his hair to hold on while he hopped farther back onto the bed. "Strong indeed," she said with a smile as she lay beneath him, her right hand stroking his face gently. One of her legs came up, and a heel pressed against the back of his thigh, driving him against her. "I'm ready," she whispered, her smile growing a little nervous as she ran her hands down along his shoulders, continuing to stare up with her entrancing blue eyes.
"I'll be gentle," he said before he stole her lips again. He reached down with a hand and, after a series of practiced explorations, during which he confirmed that she was indeed extremely ready, he slotted himself and drove forwards a small amount.
Emma's hands fell to grip the bed beneath her, and she arched herself against him, letting out a low moan as she squeezed her eyes shut.
Tim paused. While he didn't usually like to make comparisons while he was in a position like this, the intense reaction he'd elicited wasn't the one he'd expected for the very shallow depth he'd reached.
The gorgeous, otherworldly woman beneath him panted, reaching up to stroke his face with a happy smile. "Mmm, Drake, I've never felt like this," she whispered.
He shook off the weird observation, chalking it up to a difference between people from different worlds. He thrust forward a bit more, luxuriating in her tightness as he stared down into her beautiful eyes.
Emma continued stroking his face with a pleased smile for a moment as he plunged deeper into her. Suddenly, she let out another moan, this one louder, and her legs came up to press against his lower back until he could go no farther.
He blinked. Alright, something is definitely a little off. That was a sort of…weirdly delayed reaction?
Her head came up, and she trailed kisses along his jaw until she reached his lips, engaging him in another deep kiss.
Tim was expecting a shy, reserved sort of kiss, or perhaps one of extreme passion. What he was getting, however, was… He frowned a little. Is she…copying me? He started thrusting in an attempt to distract himself from the thoughts. In that sense, she felt like he expected—maybe a little tighter, even—and he lost himself in the sensations for a short while.
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Then Emma began moaning and thrashing against him. He recognized all too well the signs of an orgasm, which this…sort of would have resembled, except that he was sure that it wasn't.
Very sure.
There was nothing in the universe he was more certain of at that moment, in fact.
He pushed himself up over her and looked down between them, verifying that everything was connected as it should be.
Emma panted beneath him, and one hand came up to stroke his arm as she trembled in a way that convincingly reproduced the sorts of aftershocks he might expect were things different.
"Are you…okay?" he asked.
She smiled up at him, looking a little dazed. "Just allow me a moment to recover," she said, her chest rising and falling.
"No, I mean…" He frowned as he tried to put words to the feeling, the nearest he could manage being that it was like putting a foot into the a heated, tight-fitting sock because it was just something that he was sort of…wearing and not someone who was having any sort of response.
"Yes?" she said, continuing to stroke his arm.
Tim was confident in his bedroom prowess. He'd done the research, he'd put considerable time into honing his craft, and he'd had ample time and opportunity to put his skills to use over the years. Despite being in a top New Era guild and possessing a high level character with powerful gear, it wasn't an exaggeration to say that he still spent a significant amount of time exploring the game's capacity to reproduce, with extreme accuracy, the feelings of more intimate experiences.
If there was one thing that Tim Clark hated, it was being patronized for an ability that he'd spent time gaining genuine skill in. He could shrug off his earlier encounter with Scipio since he had confidence in a do-over there, he could ignore the way his first fight had ended because it hadn't been entirely one-sided, but this was absolutely not one of those cases he could mentally pass over, no matter how rating-shatteringly gorgeous his partner was.
Or perhaps because of it.
Emma's heels prodded him forward again, but he withdrew completely, kneeling between her legs with a frown.
"What's…" She looked down at his flagging hardness, then back up at his eyes. "What's happened, Drake?"
He continued to stare down at her beautiful face, which was currently set in an expression of total confusion. How do I even… I've never had to have this kind of conversation before. "Why are you faking it?" he asked at last.
Her brows drew down, and she seemed utterly bewildered. "Faking what, Drake?"
"I think you know what I mean," he said.
Emma held her expression for another few seconds, and then her face gradually shifted to a look of deep sorrow for a brief moment before contorting into a furious glare. She let out a growl and waved her hand, and he found himself being tossed upwards until he struck the ceiling with incredible force, bouncing off with his head and falling to land face-down on the floor. He rose up again and slammed into the ceiling, feeling a rush of wind against his face in the process, then smashed into the ground once more with a power greater than one of Ir'alith's sparring punches, the sequence stunning him and bringing a throbbing, skull-cracking pain to his head.
"Use the dress as you like," she said in a disdainful voice that grew farther away as she spoke. "I've no need for such a thing." A door slammed in the distance.
The pain in his head continued to grow, and his vision started to dim. "Regeneration," he muttered. The pain began to recede with increasing speed, bringing with it an exhaustion that felt like it reached his soul. He scrabbled at the sheet hanging off his bed, using it to pull himself up as best he could. He flopped onto the mattress and, moments later, passed out.
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"Awaken, my champion," a voice said, rousing him from his slumber.
He blinked several times, then yawned. That was a great nap. What was I…
Memories of his time with Emma smashed down onto him, and he pushed himself up to a sitting position before pressing a hand to his face.
He was once more in the throne room of a god.
"Do you intend to compete without any form of covering, Drake Storm?" asked Sateus. The god lounged on its throne in an indistinct humanoid form, staring down at him.
"Uh," Tim said as he continued to gather himself. Shit, that was weird. So she was faking it? He rewound his thoughts as best he could, running through the entire conversation. Was any part of that genuine? He shook his head.
"Drake Storm. Are you prepared?"
He looked up at the god. Inventory. Inventory: equip casual set fourteen. Inventory: equip armor set one. Dismiss. His alternate PvP set appeared over the shirt and pants he'd equipped. Unlike his second armor set, his first focused on stamina and agility, which he imagined would give him a greater advantage in a more cautious style of fighting. It matched the black of the first set in its color, but instead of being imposing, it had a number of glowing decorative symbols inscribed that lent it a six-point-five feeling of mystery. In addition, he'd rated this armor as a nine-point-two overall, while his other set was a lowly eight-point-eight despite its superior offensive capabilities. Plus it has a helmet still. Fuck, I can't believe I was out for that long. Should've listened to Ir'alith.
"Is there any penalty if one of your champions kills another one?" he asked.
A large set of grinning, sharp teeth appeared to cover most of the god's head. "Is there one you wish to slay? Tell me of this after you have brought me another victory."
Tim's surroundings changed, and he was now in the arena.
That's getting really annoying.