In her claws

"Spit on me"

He paused. His roaming hands slid off her body to hang limply on her shoulder.

Momentarily frozen, his expression shifted back to the boy he was rather than the character he pretended to be.

"What -" Owen said in his character's deep tone, before cracking. He cleared his throat " Wait - what-"

"Spit on me"

"Uh, are you sure," Owen said in his normal voice, confusion in his tone, thrown from his lustful fervor. A heavy air hung in the room, the audience rapt at attention.

"Yes" Emma looked up at him pleadingly with a sweet innocence in her eyes despite the atmosphere, and the depravity of her request.

Owen hesitated.

“Drizzit - ” She said flatly spitting out the last syllable, her eyes turning to stone. Eliona was back. Or was it Emma? Her voice took on a dangerous tone as if lecturing a troublesome misbehaving pet, " Spit on my face"

He hesitated. He wilted under the pressure. Beneath the bluster, the boy remained.

"Struggling so soon" Emma sighed with a huff, she brushed off Owen's hand with a dismissive shrug, disappointment clear on her face. Rolling her eyes, she rose slowly to her feet with cold dispassion. Emma's face twitched. Eliona - Emma returned. "Typical nerd, I knew it was an act, you're all the same to me"

"Please," Owen croaked " I can do better, give me another chance"

"Nah"

Owen spat.

Mouth dry. It fell short and landed on her chest. Emma's lip curled in disgust as if he were beneath her.

"You mean to tell me after all that - All that bluster - telling me how you were a real rogue - a real man," Emma said slowly with pregnant pauses gesturing with air quotes " That you can't accomplish something that simple"

"Are we still roleplaying?" Owen hesitated, hurt in his eyes, his cock wilting before the storm of Emma's words.

"What do you think," She said coldly. Her body language radiated hostility and coldness that Owen had never seen. "Pathetic, I knew I shouldn't have expected much from someone like you" Owen flinched at each biting word. Emma looked him up and down like a predator before settling on his now flaccid penis, small, weak, and unthreatening. She let out a cute giggle as Owen covered himself, his face now red from embarrassment

I knew that feeling.

I knew that all too well. Her cold and uncaring attitude dug at something in me. It was I who usually suffered the full brunt of her sadistic nature. Owen's lust for Emma fooled him. He wasn't ready for what lay beneath her chameleon's mask. He could never look past her façade of sweet playful innocent Emma at Dungeons and Dragons or even the cold dispassion Eliona displayed. That same Emma that tore and dug at me was now tearing into Owen. In the same way that Owen detested having his weaknesses exposed, but me, I reveled in Emma hurting me. That same monster drove me to watch her acts with other men as she teased me. The same Emma that now made Owen crack.

It made me feel desperation. Not him. Me. I wanted it. I wanted her to rip and tear at me; wanted my monster to be fed. I wanted Owen to take her to bed. Her eyes wandered over to me from Owen's **** pleas, and her expression changed. Her eyes lit up in realization. I could only smile weakly at her and gave her the barest hint of a nod.

She let out a long sigh interrupting Owen. She turned on the spot, her blue eyes a storm of annoyance. Emma snapped her head over her shoulder fixing Owen with a glare. She slowly walked away from Owen towards my direction, mesmerizing him with her seductive strut, running her hands along the table's edge.

She paused in contemplation. Her fingers settled on the condom. She snatched up the condom and held it in the air for all to see.

There was a cruel smile as she approached me. "Guess I'll have to fuck the innkeeper again," she said loudly, before dropping her voice to a quiet seductive tone "Maybe you're the one for me?"

My heart leaped, and hope surged through me, but why. Why was I suddenly empty? The excitement was gone the monster muted. I felt nothing as Emma held the condom up to me in her hands, the thin wrapper held tense between her fingers almost ripping.

"What - who - the innkeeper" Owen spluttered slack-jawed. Emma groaned, slapping a hand to her forehead frustration plain on her face. With a huff, she tossed the condom into her open purse.

"Please-" Owen begged.

Emma stared him down, expression bored. "Can you not read between the lines"

Owen stared back at her blankly in confusion

"The - DM - the guy who literally acts out the characters" Emma rolled her eyes exasperated, gesturing at me. "Isaac - I fuck Isaac- I fuck Isaac every week after you guys leave"

Owen's face darkened.

Emma reached into the purse and plucked out the condom, playfully waving it in front of Owen, taunting him. "Maybe I'll fuck him again tonight"

Her head turned and our eyes met again. Her face hidden away from Owen. Emma bit her lip, her face shifting into a smug slyness.

A smile.

An evil smile.

"Tell me Mister DM, who should I fuck tonight"

She tore open the condom.

My cock stirred to life.

Author's Note:

This one took awhile. Not totally happy with this one, but I think the direction is more... realistic rather than the crazy escalation of the last few chapters. Bratty Emma! Brat to get fucked harder... but by who...?