Feeding The Monster

The lighting of my basement was dimmed for ambiance. I could see nothing and everything all at once. It began with a trembling touch as Emma, now playing Elionia, dared Owen/Drizzit to prove his worth to her in a derisive declaration.

With a shuffle of feet, shambling as a man possessed Drizzit lurched forward and took advantage.

"You should come to my room, so we can check for wounds," Drizzit said lowering his tone to a deeper timber. As if it were somehow less ridiculous than his normal speaking voice. He was standing too close, practically rubbing against her. Hands ran down her arms. "Wouldn't want a pretty little thing like you to scar."

"Hmm, is that so," Eliona murmured dispassionately. She offered no resistance to his closeness. "And where pray tell, are these wounds of mine? I seem to have forgotten where I was injured."

Before I could object, Drizzit's hand shot out in a pawing motion to clasp her breast. The entire table seemed to hold their collective breath. Even Owen seemed hesitant as his expression shifted back to the boy he was rather than the character he pretended to be, eyes turning upward to judge her reaction.

Eliona looked down at him with a stoic expression. Emboldened by her lack of reaction, his expression was twisted by the slow encroachment of lust. He groped her breast, pressing it tightly against her body. His other hand slid around her waist and pulled her physically closer to him. Bodies pressed together in a lewd embrace.

Emma cast a glance in my direction as if my reaction was more important than the aggressive actions of my 'friend.'

My heart raced. Even as my friend's grabby hands toyed with her body, I remained silent. The look in her eyes told me everything.

Only I had the power to stop this.

A single word would bring this all to an end.

She had given herself completely to me; her fate in my hands and mine alone. And as she held my gaze, a sickening realization bubbled up from within.

I wanted Emma. I wanted to touch her. To feel her body against mine.

To love her.

My chest tightened, heart thundering in my chest and ears. My hands trembled as I pressed one against my mouth, hiding the expression.

My god.

I loved Emma.

And she knew.

The shift in her expression. The barest of smiles. Just for me. This was to be a game. A test. Everything was an enigma here. The results, a question. My only choices were to play along or put a stop to the madness.

She knew the moment I made my decision, smile warping into the mischievous smirk I knew too well. Then it was gone, buried under the mask of her character.

"I don't think you are doing this properly," Emma stated. "Are you sure you are trained in first aid?"

Owen - Drizzit - seemed to take that as a challenge. His hands drifted down to rest on her butt, sliding along her curves. He squeezed tight, lifting her upwards on her tiptoes against him. Eliona's composure broke for a moment. A sharp gasp as her mouth opened in an "o." A noise that stirred a reaction in me as well.

She quickly clamped down on her reaction as her neck flushed red and threatened to escape across her face

"Oh! What was that? An injury, perhaps?" He sneered, looking damn proud of himself. "I guess you weren't as good as you thought."

"Mm. Finding an injury is simple. Relieving it?" Her eyes narrowed slightly. "Is a bit beyond your... abilities."

"Oh, you'll find I am more than equipped for the task."

She scoffed. "Doubtful."

He scowled at her for a moment before his face lit up. I did not like the smile that formed. To my surprise, he released her and stepped back. "Some medicine then. For the injury."

Grabbing his can of Coke from the table, he took a sip. A small cry of protest left me before I could stop it. At that time, he had pressed himself against her once more, forcing his lips against her bright red lips.

My jaw clenched as I watched the liquid leak from their joined lips. Eliona had parted her lips, allowing him access as their tongues met. He pressed forward, aggressively attacking her lips as if a moment of pause would cause her to pull away. The kissing grew more intense as he reached around to grab her head, holding her against his lips.

Their heavy pants filled the room as they parted, eyes locked on each other. The disdain and disinterest were gone from Eliona as she glared at him.

He smirked. "Feeling any better yet?"

She made a show of wiping the spilled soda from her lips. "Hardly. It would require far more than that to-"

My breath caught as Drizzit cupped her chin and pressed his lips against hers. The pretense was gone. A kiss. An intimate one. Enough that Eliona slipped, eyes opened in shock. He released her and for a brief moment, our eyes met. She held it for a fleeting second before she slipped her arm around the smirking boy's neck and pulled him into a kiss. A din of moist noises arose from their lewd display of passion.

Balanced on her tip toes Eliona slowly lifted a leg and pressed it up against Drizzit between his legs. Slowly she began to tease his growing twitching cock through the sweatpants. Owen gasped and moaned and thrusted against the folds of her pleated skirt as she teased him along his length. Her skirt fell away from their passions revealing the bare skin between her pure white thighs high socks and her skirt as she encouraged his predations.

My heart tightened as regret ripped through me Eliona - No Emma - lifted her knee ever higher and higher under Owen's groin. Showing me. Showing the world what she was doing. She moved in sync wrapped up in his arms and lips. Owen thrusting back and forth over the soft tops of her thigh through his sweatpants. Showing the world what a slut she was.

Emma's eyes were full of reproach. My breath caught with sorrow as I took in her expression. Look what you made me do. Look what you could have had. Then it was gone. Owen swooped in and took what should have been mine again and again.

She parted from Owen briefly taking in a **** shaky breath, panting heavily. She glanced at me as Owen breathed heavily nuzzling her neck in a mockery of romance before diving back into Owen mouth open, her pink tongue glistening with lust.

Something had shifted in that moment. A line crossed. Entangled. Owen grabbed Emma, lifting her just enough to deposit her on the table. Things clattered aside as he pushed into her. He attacked her lips with increasing fervor. Owen consumed everything of hers. Taking for himself as he pleased.

A sharp breath as she broke free. A fleeting moment as she glanced to me.

His hand grabbed her, forcing her attention back to him. Twisting and turning as their mouths opened. Their tongues danced and entwined as saliva dripped from Owen's mouth like a starving dog. She parted and kissed the side of his cheek lapping up the saliva before sticking out her tongue before Owen's tender mercies. Her eyes once more found mine, her eyes alight with mirth and lust. A reminder of who was in control here.

That was why she kept looking at me. To remind me of that. Her twisted pleasure came from giving me absolute control over the situation knowing I would be powerless to stop it. She released the monster inside me and enjoyed the battle I fought against it.

Leering Owen took her tongue into his mouth and sucked on her tongue slowly.

Owen was not content with what he had. His hand slowly undid a button around her neck. Her collar fell open, exposing her neck. Her nipples stood straight at attention through her pure white blouse as they strained against the cloth. His hand wandered down from her neck to his next target. Fingers teased her nipple, grasping and toying with it. Emma gasped but kept her eyes on me. A constant reminder of who was letting this happen to her.

His had slipped further up past the collar of her blouse reaching within -

In a sudden, sharp movement, Emma grabbed him by the hand before he could delve deeper.

The room collectively held its breath, a crushing feeling of guilt crashing upon us. It wasn't just me. No one else here had stopped any of that. We just... watched with baited breath.

Emma physically turned to face me.

"I think he passed his Charisma check, don't you agree?" Emma chirped out with a smile on her face. After all that effort Owen had done. The kissing, the touching, none of it compared to that single question. She drank in my despair and arousal, using it to feed her own lust.

Then she smiled at me as she released his hand, both knowing that a line had been crossed once again.

Owen wasted no time. His hand slid deeper under her blouse, his efforts rewarded by the bare breasts within. Buttons strained at the pressure of his hands against the cloth.

There was no stopping Owen. Not anymore. The smile on his face was mad with lust.

"Now," he said loudly. "Let us discuss payment..."

Author's Note.

I have somehow bamboozled Vox into more than just editing. They doubled the word count on this one lol. So enjoy everyone :P Constructive criticism welcome!