Post Nut Clarity

It was a familiar moment. Late night alone with Emma in the quiet solitude of the dark. I stifled a laugh looking at the mess that was still strewn about the basement. Despite my friend's best efforts the awkwardness and nervous energy after the night yielded nothing but clutter. So there we were. Once more, bent at the waist, trash bag in hand toiling away at the mess strewn about the basement. Such a familiar sight, yet everything had changed.

The images of the night's debauchery still sent a twinge of sensitivity through my body as I snuck wayward glances at Emma. It should have been awkward knowing what had happened mere minutes ago. Yet I felt oddly content. But as soon as the thought reached me, a mix of emotions flowed through me as the effects of post-nut clarity pushed away all of the arousal leaving nothing but confusion.

A sharp click broke the silence and my introspection. Emma leaned against the side of the table. She held a small mirror in her hands. The object shone with flickering light as she moved it every which way examining her reflection. Her nose scrunched in annoyance as she tilted her face down to look at the mess on the edge of her hairline. With a sigh, Emma reached up and unfastened her bun. The long black tousled strands cascaded down her face like a waterfall. With a shake of her head, she raked her fingers through her hair, dislodging errant strands of cum from her dark locks with a napkin.

With a small grin Emma glanced up and caught my eye. "Enjoying the view?" Emma's voice was tired raw and husky but it still conveyed a warmth in her tone. Emma pushed off the table, her hand trailed over her chest and down her curves.

My heartbeat skipped and quickened and I felt a flush warm my cheeks. "I- uh- yeah"

"Thought you had enough," Emma purred out as she sauntered over to me, flicking her hair over her shoulder with a flourish. She came to a stop before me her pert nipples bouncing lightly from the movement. Emma perked up as she leaned down and began gathering up the scattered crumbled bills.

"Here" She bounced up and pressed the wad of bills into my hands with a mischievous pursed little grin to my surprise. She picked up her bra and held it aloft before me with a question on her lips. She turned around and flung it over her shoulder to rest in the mess of her tousled hair. "Give a girl a hand"

I couldn't help but let out a shaky breath as I took hold of the small clasp. My heart was hammering in my chest as I fumbled with the clasp, but that excitement quickly died as I realized the task before me. “Well?” she asked, her eyes peering out from behind her shoulders. "Take your time, Isaac."

Emma waited, silent and patient. Her hands held limply at her sides, leaving me no recourse but to struggle with the clasp. There was a soft dry chuckle from Emma. She turned around in my embrace and soon I could feel her hard nipples press against my chest through the bra. Emma's fingers were gentle as they met mine as her hands rose up behind her and gently guided my hands to the clasp. "Your first lesson."

Her hands were so warm and soft as she guided me through the movements.

"That's how you put it on" Her warm breath tickling against my lips.

Emma's fingers wrapped around mine but my fingers had a mind of their own and I stared blankly as the bra fell away leaving her pert nipples erect in front of me.

"Thought you would be a quick study after all that." That mischievous smile was back as she looked up at me.

"Sorry" I fumbled. Emma answered me with an all-too-knowing smile. She leaned away and began putting her clothes back on.

"We'll be here all night if you're that clumsy," Emma teased, giving me a little wink as she buttoned her white blouse back up. "It's a bit late." Stifling a yawn, Emma turned around and helped herself to one of the stray slices of pizza. She paused mid-bite and studied it with a critical eye. "Ugh there's cum on this one" Emma grumbled as she tossed it away into the garbage bin. Her expression brightened as she found a yet unopened box of pizza. She leaned back against the table and took an enormous bite out of the slice. Shifting her body against the table to face me, Emma pointed at the garbage bin, "Your cum-" Emma swallowed and washed it down with a swig of coke, "Tastes like shit, you guys need to eat better"

Little bit ironic considering you're devouring that pizza I thought to myself but I didn't voice it seeing her happy smile as she finished off the slice.

"No - I was just thinking - you should take it - the uh rent"

Emma raised her eyebrows and settled her elbows against the edge of the table with her eyebrows raised. "And why would I do that Isaac?" She asked with a bemused expression. Seeing my confusion she twirled a finger in a circle for me to continue.

I jerked at her gesture, quickly regaining my speech. "Well... you did fuck them I figured -"

"I'm not a prostitute Isaac," Emma explained with a coy smile as she brushed away the stray crumbs from her toned stomach. "Your character's tavern, your house, your room right?" Her grin widened as she picked up another slice of pizza and gestured with it towards my room where a jumble of sheets lay scattered on the floor.

"Still-"

Emma perked up, "Oh I know - we could use it for pizza, I mean Domino's is ok, but I know a really amazing pizza place by my place, I can bring it next week"

"Next week?"

"Yeah, next week, for the next DND session?" Emma scoffed and raised a brow as if I was saying something quite silly. "We could get some doughnuts too. They're like right next door to the pizza place. They have these super cute honey crullers with custard inside topped with powdered sugar. They're so fucking good!" Emma exclaimed as she tossed the slice onto a paper plate. She grabbed her purse and began rummaging around like a madwoman, before she plucked out her phone.

"Emma"

"Hm?" She answered distractedly as she scrolled through her phone with a furrowed brow, "We'll have to go super early on Friday before DND- maybe we could go at lunch - they sell out really quickly- look how cute they are" Emma beamed at me flashing me a video of a pretty blonde lady with boobs seemingly too big for her frame happily munching away at a doughnut. Emma's soft giggle was heard as the lady devoured the donut with gusto. The image shook and a trill of laughter burst out to the chagrin of the lady. There was a look of guilt as she wiped away at the custard decorating her lips. “They're so many calories though.” Emma's eyes were tinged with regret as they fell upon the empty pizza boxes. "I haven't eaten that much pizza in ages." A sad contemplation fell over her face. “Actually, not since -” A rollercoaster ride of emotions cast a shadow on her face but she was suddenly chipper again. “Anyways. We should go. It'll be like a ... a date, I guess." She looked over at me expectantly.

The word fell upon my deaf ears. I should be ecstatic at the prospect but I felt numb instead. "Emma, I don't think there will be a next week" I said gently.

"What, why not? Do you have a test or something you need to study for?"

"No - it's -"

"Then it's settled, we're going." Emma nodded to herself as she picked up her half-eaten slice of pizza.

I reached out and stopped her, "Emma I don't think there will be a DND anymore, not after tonight."

“Why do you say that?” She said her mouth poised to take a bite.

"Did you see their faces? Mike and Trent? I mean even Ben and Owen at the end were a bit, well I don't know if remorseful is the right word... " I trailed off uncertain of what I had seen, I sighed. "I don't think it's going to happen"

"Why not? I sucked Ben, I fucked Owen, "Emma said flippantly, tearing the last bit of cheese from the crust. She glanced at the crust for a moment, before she tossed it into the garbage bin. "No more resentment, no more jealousy, problem solved. Mike and Trent, I'm sure they'll come around." Emma shrugged nonchalantly and cracked open a can of soda with a hiss.

"There's no way we can go back to playing DND after that."

She paused mid sip and placed the can of soda carefully onto the table with a soft clink. Emma's head cocked to the side, and her searching gaze flickered over me. Contentment faded from her eyes and was replaced with one of concern. Emma rested her head on her palm as she leaned forward against the table studying me with those blue eyes.

The reality of the situation hit me as heat began to flow into my voice. “Everything's ruined. No way are things going to recover after this.”

Emma's eyes flew open in alarm, before she schooled her features into careful neutrality. "Did I Fuck Up?"

"I-No. I'm just... I don't care about DND, not really, not after tonight. Mike and I will be fine... but someone like Ben? Like Owen? After all they have said to you? Why would you reward them like that?"

Meeting my gaze, Emma frowned as she drummed her fingers against the side of the table. With a sigh Emma pushed off the table, and pulled a chair up beside me. She gestured towards my chair. “I thought... I thought you were enjoying it.” I felt myself jump slightly as I felt the warmth of her hand on my shoulder. She squeezed gently before her hand travelled down my arm to my hand, entwining her fingers in mine as she held it tight. "Sit,” she said in a kind voice, as she patted the chair beside me. "I'm sorry."

I blinked in surprise at the rare apology, but I did as she asked and sat down beside her. For a moment it seemed that Emma was at a loss for words. Face downcast, lost in thought, she turned my hand over and traced small circles around my palm. She studied my face before she began, her tone slow and careful. "I'm sorry I rushed into things. Communication is the foundation in my group and I should have realized that after our conversation last week and for that I'm sorry. That emotional connection we have, the one we talked about." She paused and waited for me to nod. Emma let out another deep sigh before she explained "The spontaneity of it all. It makes your reactions better. It's not an excuse or a justification. I shouldn't have kept pushing."

Emma's voice was quiet and soothing, yet it wavered slightly despite the still expression on her face. Her tone was so earnest that I couldn't help but believe her. "Are you okay Isaac?" Emma asked her voice filled with concern. Her hand rose from mine and cupped my cheek. "You don't look okay."

I closed my eyes and leaned into her touch, the warmth of her hand was comforting. Emma was quiet but I could feel the pressure of her gaze. I sighed and turned to her, "I-I just...I can understand that, but why let him do all those things to you?"

"The sex?"

“No—Yes, all of it,” I said with a sigh. "The sex I can understand. But the way they used you. It was like you were a piece of meat. You deserve better than that" Emma bit back a smile and I could see that familiar teasing nature of her come forth despite the seriousness of the tension. I could tell Emma was going to pounce and feed off my energy until she had her fill if I didn't stop her.

“That’s why you’re upset? Because he did mean things to me?” She smiled as she let out a small giggle. “Oh, Isaac. That’s so sweet.” As if to reward me, she swung her legs onto my lap. Our bodies were practically touching at this point, the weight of her soft legs on my groin.

Anger flared and I opened my mouth, but I was silenced by Emma's kind smile. "To tell you the truth, I've done worse with my other friends. I really don't mind Isaac. Like I told you, I'm usually not very exciting in bed, but sometimes they like me to play a role. They get their fantasy and I get pleasured. It's mutually beneficial."

"Emma," I started but she shushed me and smiled lightly as she leaned in to give me a small kiss. Her lips tasted of pizza and coke as she caressed my hands. "Sometimes it can be difficult to know what you want - what you need - until it's already lost to you. I don't want to lose you. I thought that after last week, you wouldn't break. I thought we could move past anything, past this small hurdle and move onto the next chapter of our relationship."

"Yea, but your friends are good people and that's just... acting I guess. But that wasn't acting from Owen. He's just an asshole. I should have put a stop to him earlier. He should have never treated you like that, he should have never spoken to you like that and —and certainly not have been rewarded for it. Especially not like that."

"Well maybe I can fix him?" Emma said coyly, mischief dancing in her eyes.

"Fix him how?" I said suspiciously

Emma coughed and averted her gaze. "Maybe I shouldn't tease you tonight. Point is. Guys are easily manipulated, and it meant nothing to me."

"Are you still manipulating me?" I said cutting in. "How much of it was real?"

Emma's face flushed red. "I assume you're talking about me sleeping with you"

"Yes"

"I want to see if I could find that feeling again tonight, that desire to push you, that thrill I felt watching you get ... hurt, it's so fucked up, "Emma winced before continuing, "The more I hurt you, the more I want to sleep with you. I wasn't lying when I said we could have ended it there and kicked all the guys out and we could have fucked to our hearts' content. You make me feel wanted in a way no other guy ever has. I don't know if it's love or infatuation, or something else entirely." Emma leaned forwards her bright blue eyes looking into mine. She smiled and looked almost sad." So yes, i was, ... yes, but not in the way you think." She looked away as I saw a flash of guilt. “I said that letting you have sex with me was not the same as wanting to sleep with you, but that's different now."

Emma hesitated before I gave her a comforting squeeze. She smiled and continued, "Owen gave you the strongest reaction, so I just leaned on that and let him go crazy. To tell you the truth, I enjoyed them. I enjoyed Owen and Ben, I enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed acting sweet for Mike" She frowned letting the smile fade. "But I need to know, did you enjoy it Isaac?" She asked me doe-eyed with a plea in her eyes. It was odd seeing Emma looking at me with a need for approval, such a stark contrast to her previous personas. Was this the real Emma or was she simply manipulating me like before?

"I enjoyed it -"

"I'm sensing a but here"

“This… was a lot. I thought I was prepared. Ready. I… I don’t think I was,” I managed, glancing toward the floor. “Not for my friends, not for Owen."

Her eyes widened and she leaned forward. “I- I'm sorry Isaac. I should have stopped. I should have just—”

“No,” I said interrupting her. “I enjoyed it, but it’s all so overwhelming. Too much happening all at once. I need…time. Calm down and re-center myself.”

“You… liked it?” Was that a hint of nervousness in her voice?

I managed to nod. That much was safe.

Her eyes looked up. It wasn’t something I’d seen too often. There was a vulnerability there and not the one she was projecting. Whatever she was about to do, it was coming from deep inside her. “Do you… still like me?”

I managed to put on a wisp of a smile. “Never stopped"

"You said that I needed to learn how to build you back up," Emma nodded as if that explained everything. She pounced on me like a cat, suddenly her face was just a hair breadth away from me. Her blue eyes staring at me intensely. Emma's breath came in short, deep gasps. "Did you like it Isaac? Did you like seeing me covered in their cum? Did you like it when they used me like a whore?"

I tried to speak, but the words froze in my throat at the abruptness of her accusation, "You have no idea how much I want you right now, "Emma hissed out her hand stroking my cheek, "The more they used me like that the harder you got, the more I wanted you. I don't give a fuck about Trent, Ben, Owen or even Mike, they're all the same to me, but you Isaac, that emotional connection. I fucking crave it so badly -" Emma bit down on her tongue as if to control her raging emotions, before she gave a small sad smile, "Does that answer your question?"

My jaw dropped. "I -"

She sighed as her gaze broke free of mine. "Sorry I just ruined the moment, didn't I? I can't help but think... I just want to make you happy Isaac. I was manipulating you earlier to get more... material for you, but this" She grabbed at my hand and held it against her chest, her heart was beating like a jackhammer. "This is real. This is all me."

"It's okay" I mumbled out, "I'm sorry, I'm just, it's a lot to process"

"I know, I understand" Emma said stroking my hand, "I've never been in a relationship before, I honestly don't even know where to begin. I think we should wait"

"Wait for what?" I asked confused

"I think we should wait for the right moment. I think our first time should be romantic, away from all of this... crazy thing, Mike's right"

“I can wait.”

“Can you?” she asked, pain slipping into her voice. “Can you honestly tell me you will be fine waiting for me?" Watching as I hop from guy to guy? Showing you how much I enjoyed them? Telling you all about how so many other guys are enjoying something you aren’t?”

I said nothing. The only thing I could do at this point was stare. I knew what she was doing. This was the part of the final boss where it threw everything it could right before it was defeated. This was all Emma’s last-ditch attempt at stopping me from making what she believed to be a mistake.

“I won’t tolerate other women. If you aren’t getting sex from me, you aren’t getting it. Period.”

She looked angry. Angry that I was still standing there. Angry I was silently accepting her demands and declarations.

“Damn you, Isaac. Damn you.”

Before I could say anything, she closed the distance between us. I was swept into the passion of her kiss. I was knocked back a step as she threw her arms around my neck. Lips crushed against mine, I felt her tongue demand entrance.

Closing my eyes, I lost myself in the moment. All the stress and tension fell away as I concentrated only on the moment. The heat of her body against mine. The wonderful softness of her lips. The mild mix of sweat and perfume. A part of me knew that she had just had sex with Mike. That she had just smeared the cum on her against my shirt and pants. Where other guys would have been repulsed by that thought, it only drove me to hold her tighter. Kiss her with more passion.

Because right now? Emma was mine.

Mine.

And no one would ever have her like I did right here, right now. No one but me.

And that was a high that nothing else could come close to hitting.

Breaking the kiss, she stepped away. She looked up at me with those wild eyes of hers. Wild intensity that I unleashed. Her mouth was parted slightly, breathing rather hard as she fought for breath after our long kisses.

Ask her.

Hope. I swear to god—

“Does this mean…?” I trailed off, unable to finish. I was out of gas. All the stimulation… It was exhausting, "No more quests, no more games"

She smiled. Smiled not because she was excited about all the future shenanigans we would get into. Not because she was thinking of all the ways she would tease and torment me.

Emma smiled for no other reason than because she was happy.

Author's Note:

Welp, after 8 months that's the first night/arc written. I'm not very satisfied with it, but I think it's time to move on. ( ° _°;)

More to come and I can edit/write the second arc of all the horny dnd adventures I have planned out. Thanks for coming with me on this weird journey. Thanks to Vox(For doing a lot of extra writing and recs... and for letting me steal his content because I lack creativity) and a few others for beta reading, advice and proof reading and such.