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graphics. When the warrior, Sinner, slipped off his weapon, and the rest of his clothes, her mouth began to water. He was so…it was…
    Yeah . Really good graphics.
    Her character began to strip as well, and Ume’s heart started to race. This was silly. But at least she knew for a fact that this character’s user was not a child. The game had strict policies and security in place to insure that minors could not access the program’s more adult features. It was something young hackers continuously complained about in the main forums.
    Sinner pulled Plum into his arms, pressing her breasts to his chest, his cock against the curve of her stomach.
    Ume cried out in surprise. She was experiencing every sensation as though it were real. As if she were her character. Impossible. Her imagination wasn’t that good.
    But that didn’t stop her from wanting more. From holding her breath to see what came next.
    She didn’t have to wait long. With a devilish smile Sinner lifted Plum into his arms and carried her, not to the bed, but to the wall. Ume could feel the soft fur of her tails against her back and her legs, her strong lean-muscled legs wrapping around Sinner.
    Plum’s tails. Not hers. Shit, she was going crazy, but she didn’t care.
    Her hand slid down her stomach toward her sex, desperate to ease this ache. She was so wet. She needed release.
    On the screen one of Plum’s hands left Sinner’s shoulder to do the same. Sinner stopped her. “Let go, sweet. Let go and give in to me. I can make you come.”
    Ume bit her lip so hard she could taste the blood. Her hand couldn’t move. He was stopping it somehow. And he’d spoken in the game. With a deep, rich voice that made her need to do what he wanted.
    Before those thoughts could completely register in her mind he was inside her. Oh God. He felt just as big, just as sinful as he looked.
    It had been so long since she’d had this. Three years. Ume’s head tilted to the side and she moaned, lost to it. Lost to this stranger. “Fuck me.”
    Plum opened her full lips and moaned. “Fuck me.”
    Sinner growled. “Just remember. You asked for it.”
    There were no words to come close to describing how she felt as he held her against the wall and started to shaft her. Taken . Deep and long, hard and slow, filling her beyond what she thought she could take before dragging his hips back so slowly she thought she would die from it.
    “Faster. Please. More.” Ume was begging, unashamed that he’d brought her to this state so quickly. Teasing her with exquisitely slow strokes. Gripping her hips with his strong hands, controlling her body.
    His seductive voice was raspy with desire. “What makes you think begging will help?” He thrust deep, laughing at her groan. “I’m enjoying this too much. Too damn much.”
    She curled her fingers, digging her nails into his biceps and clenched her inner muscles around his cock, making him shout, his hips jerking against hers. “Don’t tempt the devil, babe. You may not be able to handle what comes next.”
    Ume stared at the character on screen through a red haze of passion. “I can handle whatever you dish out.”
    Plum sent Sinner a siren’s smile. “I can handle whatever you dish out.”
    “Oh, poor girl. Now there really is no going back.”
    Her cries echoed through the empty living room, and her back arched hard off the daybed. This . This was what she wanted. She was drowning in sensations—the smell of him, the feel of the heat rolling off his body, burning her skin. The noises emerging from his throat as he powered into her, jarring her body with the strength of his thrusts, sounded animalistic. Wild.
    She loved it all. He didn’t treat her as though she were fragile. As though she would break. He claimed her as his equal. Demanded everything like a conqueror. Trembled like a lover.
    Her climax took her by surprise. A bonfire. A raging, burning conflagration rushing through every cell in her body, leaving nothing