I want to be better at games, so Selen can stop making fun of me for dying before her every single time. It's frustrating really, her condescending laugh almost always accompanied by a snarky reply of how much I suck at Apex. To add insult to injury, she manages to say it in a different way every time.
That's why I'm practicing today, so I can take that smug smile out of her face.
That is, until the door opens slowly; but I didn't notice. Someone was behind and walking slowly towards me; but I still didn't notice. Then I feel an unmistakable touch: a razor-sharp light press on my neck, starting all the way from the bottom, until they could feel my hair.
While gently grabbing my neck, they bit into my nape. Two sets of sharp canines biting like a small dog. So sexual, but so passionate.
The unknown person revealed itself to be the purple dragon that I was referring to earlier. When I pressed the pause button to quit the game and talk to her, she quickly grabbed my hand and said in a soft tone: "I didn't told you to stop playing, anon."
I could barely concentrate at this point, while my squad was getting wiped, Selen was sure to keep me distracted when sliding her dragon hand on my thighs. The sharpness, the chills behind my spine when she presses barely enough to draw blood is an intoxicating high.
Indeed, she noticed my euphoria and decided to go a step further. Her hands were slowing going up my inner thigh, until it stopped at my groin.
You see, Selen loved to take her time when playing with me. Both literally and figuratively. She loved experimenting with what actions would lead to the most reactions out of me.
And that is what she wanted when she started rubbing my dick.
Not quickly, but with an agonizing slow up-and-down motion.
A sweet relief when came when I finally died in Apex. Maybe I was top 4 or 5, I wasn't paying attention.
Of course, characteristic of her, Selen remarked the obvious: "Wow, anon, you really suck at Gibby, huh?" Another small bit of laughter from her.
Now I could finally look at her, my tormentor, the perpetrator of all this.
But when turning around to face her, Selen quickly kissed me, a desperate and brutal kiss that felt like an eternity and a half. Her tongue twisting and moving as if it's trying to suck all of my saliva.
We stopped to breathe and went back at it multiple times, each one more sloppy and passionate than the last. Selen never externally shows how horny she is, but her actions are clearly as day: she is definitely more aroused than me.
When the tongue's motions went slow and her face retracted even slower, I could see her beet-red cheeks, and eyes filled with fiery lust.
Indeed, like a dog in heat, or a predator running after it's prey, she did not give me any time for respite.
She would never let me rest until she's satisfied.