Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
DakkyDuck: I hope you didn’t miss me too much.
TheRealCreator: I fell asleep in a puddle of tears. But other than that, I’m okay.
DakkyDuck: Meet at the Cove later instead?
TheRealCreator: Hell yes, beautiful.
Now, she’s doing an impression of a streamer she has a friendly rivalry with. This streamer is one of those e-girls who goes cross-eyed and makes childlike noises for the apparent enjoyment of her viewers. Dakota does it, then rolls her eyes, laughing.
“Remember, everybody, this is all in good fun. If I really had a problem with character quirks, I’d have to delete half my personality.”
I chuckle.
TheRealCreator: If you did that, I’d have to program you back into existence.
I watch for the moment she glances down. Sees my text. Her poker face gives little away, but I can see little flutters at the corners of her mouth and eyes. She swallows a little too hard. A flush rises on her cheeks.
She texts back a few minutes later during a loading screen.
DakkyDuck: You’re making it hard to concentrate. Aren’t you supposed to be working on our private place?
I smile, loving that she calls it that. A private place just for us. A hidden corner of the internet.
TheRealCreator: I would if you weren’t so distracting.
I watch as she skillfully navigates a dungeon. Her character is primarily a healer, which feels intuitively right to me. I had no clue how cold and zombie-like I was until just looking at her healed something inside of me. Now, she’s taking a leap as a damage dealer, completely owning it.
She squeals and jumps up when an enemy surprise attacks her. Her breasts bounce gorgeously in her top. I watch as the chat lights up, multiple people commenting on it.
You don’t own her, I warn myself. Or try to. You can’t control what they say.
But the fact remains. I want to make the men in her audience pay for looking at her like that. For thinking about her like that. I need to relax. Big time.
Later, thankfully, it’s just us again. I meet her in the Cove. When her elf appears, I let out a sigh of relief.
Her character walks over.
DakkyDuck: Sorry I’m late. Somebody recognized me from my stream at the diner down the street.
TheRealCreator: That’s amazing! You’re getting big, Dakota. What an incredible achievement.
She makes her character blush, then replies.
DakkyDuck: Thank you, Jack. Seriously. That hardly ever happens.
TheRealCreator: I hope the fan was polite.
I type the message, but don’t send it. I’m fishing. I want her to tell me whether it was a man or a woman. What he or she said. If it were a man, did he overstep the mark? Did he make comments about her figure?
I delete the message. For fuck’s sake. I don’t want to turn this from something fun into something ugly.
TheRealCreator: I’ve got something to show you. A fresh design.
DakkyDuck: Aren’t you going to make me sign an NDA first?
Her character giggles.
I grin tightly. Maybe it’s more of a teeth-clenching. Really, I should be making her sign one. This magnetic, beautiful stranger.
DakkyDuck: I’m not going to say anything. I promise.
TheRealCreator: I trust you.
I do trust her, which is crazy. It’s a sign of how convincing streamers can be. Or how much and how quickly I’ve lost my mind.
TheRealCreator: Follow me.
I lead her into a nearby cave. The inside is lit with fairy lights interwoven with seashells, and in the center of the cave, there’s a bed in the shape of an open clam, with a mattress in the middle.
Dakota guides her character over, then starts jumping up and down on the bed.
DakkyDuck: This is beautiful! The role players are going to love this.
I move to the edge of the bed. I wouldn’t have designed Empire’s Fall if I’d never had profound experiences in video games. But this is completely new. Wanting a woman, aching for her, when only her digital replacement is standing before me.
TheRealCreator: What about you? Do you love it?
She hops off the bed.
DakkyDuck: I’ve never been much of an RPer.
TheRealCreator: But if you were.
My body grows hot as I await her response, heart pounding in my ears.
DakkyDuck: I’d say I want you to tell me why you showed me this bed, in this private place, Jack.
My manhood stiffens. Precome even leaks hotly from my tip, sticking to my underwear. I can see her so clearly in my mind’s eye, sitting with one knee up, or adjusting something in the background, her back to the camera, a generous, delicious view of her ass on screen.
TheRealCreator: Because I wanted you the moment I laid eyes on you.
DakkyDuck: Wanted me—how?
I smirk.
TheRealCreator: I’m not going to lie to you, beautiful. Physically. Obviously, physically. We’re getting to know each other. You’re interesting, funny, passionate, kind, sarcastic, and talented, but I didn’t know any of that then. I just knew—like I know now—I want you to myself. Alone. So I can give you all the attention you deserve.