Isaac's answer

"What to do. What to do." Emma bounced on the balls of her feet holding the condom tight against her chest. Her voice was soft, yet loud enough to be heard by all. "All this has got me riled up with no means of release. Thought maybe I'd found a man *big* enough to..." She trailed off in a weary sigh. Disappointment seeped through her every word, tugging at something in my chest.

"What's a poor girl to do?" Her eyes flicked up to meet mine. Then passed over to each of my friends "Maybe, the rogue, maybe the paladin? Maybe the innkeeper? Wasn't he a strapping lad? Ex-adventurer type, if I remember correctly." Her smile was almost cruel as she leaned in, condom wrapper pressed against her lips. The words were smooth and seductive.

"Perhaps... you can help me?" My heart leapt into my throat as I struggled to push the surge of emotions within me. All thoughts of our talk fell away as I lost myself in her blue eyes. Hovering close - too close - meant her perfume wrapped around me. Emma had launched a full **** on my senses. All I could see was her. All I could smell was her. Even though we weren't touching, her presence dominated me with a pressure I could physically feel. It was overwhelming.

"Since I have this out... be such a shame not to use it." Her voice was cheerful, an expression full of promise weighing on me. "What do you say?"

My mouth was dry as I struggled to find a response. Was she... was she serious? Was she going to fuck him in front of us? Or was she just fucking with me again? I didn't have much time to think it over.

"I can help-" Owen started. Emma's eyes never left mine.

"I'm busy," she snapped, annoyance flickering over her face. "If you aren't man enough to handle me, I'll find someone who is."

"I *am.*" He was finding his footing again, his voice losing the uncertainty. "More than enough for you."

His voice lost a bit of his certainty as he pushed. "More than him."

Emma was still looking at me when her lips quirked. "That so?" It seemed she found whatever she was searching for in me. Pulling away slowly, her eyes lingered a moment longer before she turned. Planting her butt against the edge of the table, she crossed her arms and looked at Owen from her perch.

"Are you ready?" Emma whispered. I nodded in excitement.

"Bold words for someone who struggled with even the most basic of tasks. At least I know Isaac can follow through." Emma declared to the room.

Owen's eyes narrowed. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Emma groaned and facepalmed again "Jesus Christ - still - Fine. I'll spell it out for you." Hopping up from the table, she sauntered around me. My body went tense as her hands touched my shoulders. My breath caught as her arms draped down, hands clasping together near my stomach. Her weight pressed against me, soft breasts caressing the back of my head.

"Every session... after all you leave..." I could feel her shift against me as she swept the room. "Isaac and I..." She didn't say anything more, letting them fill in the blank. My heart raced, sweat beading on my forehead. She was doing this on purpose. There was no way they would fill in that blank correctly - and she knew it. By their gazes, I could tell they were already making their own connection. There was a darkness there in Owen's eyes as he stared at me.

"It's not-"

"Don't want to hear it. Don't want to *fucking* hear it," he snapped, cutting me off. His eyes moved to Emma. Any lingering doubt had burned off by his simmering anger. "Get over here and I will show you I'm not bullshitting." Emma didn't move at first. I could feel her arms tighten slightly. Her hand hovered over my heart. I could feel her pulse against mine, beating in sync, beating so fast. Shifting, I felt her excited breath against my ear.

"Looks like I won't be needing you tonight after all." Her breathy words caused a flutter in my chest. Her next words were like a gut punch as she dropped an octave. Two words wrapped in a seductive promise. My heart thundered as she lifted my hand and closed it around what she'd been holding.

"Too bad." Then she was gone, leaving a whirling maelstrom of emotions tearing me apart as she made her way over to Owen. My eyes drifted down to my closed hand. Opening it slightly, I found the condom wrapper in hand. A promise of what could have been, but no longer on the table.

She'd found her prey.

"Come here, and I'll show you how a real man fucks" Owen declared encouraged by Emma.

She giggled. It wasn't a cute flirty giggle. It wasn’t in a happy or even an amused way, but one dripping with scorn. “Oh, this I have to see.”

There was a cruel smile as she approached Owen who wavered slightly but stood firmly in place. “I’ll make you a deal,” she said softly. Short as she was, her presence was overwhelming as she stood before him. She leaned in and whispered out in a voice that carried through the room. Her voice was low, eyes never leaving mine. “You meet my expectations, I’ll let you fuck me.” Her smile widened. “Fail, and I'm going to ride Isaac's cock in front of you until he comes inside me.”

Owen eagerly nodded and leaned in his eyes closed, lips pursed.

"Ew - No - I want you to show me you're a real man." Emma scoffed and pushed his face away. She placed her hands on his shoulders and slowly lowered herself to her knees, her fingers slowly dancing and tracing their way all the way down Owen's chest. As Emma's hands traveled lower and lower Owen's body shook and quivered in excitement. As Emma's hands moved behind his waist, she drove her nails into his buttocks, driving his crotch up against Emma's face, he gasped in pain.

"How about we start again, how about we oil up that dagger of yours" Emma purred as she rubbed her lips up and down the entire length of Owen's cock before taking one of his balls into her mouth. Wet slurping echoed through the room. My vision swam as I took in the sight of Owen's cock coming to life as it twitched against her cheek flopping up and down. Each wet smack left a trace of saliva and pale white globs of precum stuck on her face, marring her beauty.

Emma smiled at me.

Not as Eliona.

Not as her persona

Just Emma

The monster eagerly nodded its consent.

Owen leaned down and grasped her hair with both hands, holding her tightly against his engorged cock with a look of **** need written all over his face. He was eager to keep his prize.

Owen cleared his throat.

A thick glob splattered on her forehead. She smiled unflinchingly. She opened her mouth and nodded smiling her assent. "I want to taste you"

Owen pursed his lip and a glob of saliva slowly dripped from his mouth into Emma's. She closed her eyes savoring it as if it was a delicious drop of honey. She opened her eyes and mouth and shuffled on her knees angling her face so I could see everything. She winked at me, her pink tongue dangled from her mouth extended glistening with wetness.

"Yum"

Owen spat, he spat on her face, her tongue her mouth until his mouth was dry until drool was dripping from every pore.

"What a greedy slut, let me give you some of that medicine you desire so much" Owen sneered as he grabbed the can of coke and emptied it into his mouth, and spat its contents all over Emma's face. The coke splashed all over her face and into her mouth. She giggled deliriously. He smirked. "Feeling any better yet?"

"Hardly." She made a show of gathering up the spilled soda and saliva from her face onto his cock before slurping it up. "It would require far more than that to heal my ailments."

She stuck out her tongue.

"More"

Owen cleared his throat, gathered something from within, and spat a glob of saliva onto her tongue where it sat spilling over the sides before she took it into her mouth with a satisfied gulp.

"Hmm, looks like I have enough... oil" Emma contemplated, wiping Owen's spit out of her eyes with a finger before taking it into her mouth. She sucked on it, thinking, face shining with saliva. "Looks like lubricated enough. Looks like I should start polishing it"

Emma grabbed Owen's cock and began rubbing the drool from her face onto his cock until it shone with wetness. Emma opened her mouth wide letting her tongue hang out of her mouth as she mimed a licking motion from root to stem before pressing her lips against his cock.

She waited.

She was waiting for my acceptance.

Understanding passed between us again I smiled back at her nodding my silent approval.

The monster roared.

Emma slowly turned away from me facing Owen, her eyes widening and taking on a doe-eyed innocent look, begging me to stop it. Or begging for Owen's cock.

Emma parted her mouth and willingly accepted it.

My love.

Owen's cock.

He moaned as he slowly worked his entire length down into Emma's throat.

Her neck bulged.