Roll For Initiative

Prologue

The lights are dim.

There were only a few drunken patrons scattered around the dimly lit tavern.

I notice the last of the group of rowdy bards are finally making their exit.

Now, there was just us.

As I sit across from him while he cleans up the bar, I cannot help but wonder what he would be like in bed.

I mean, of course, I have heard the rumors about dragonborns.

Their arcane energy is legendary.

Their passion in bed is unmatched, and damn, he is good-looking.

He is tall, making me feel like a dwarf next to him.

His dark red to black ombré scales glisten in the lantern light.

His eyes are like piercing daggers, locked on me right now.

The heat in his eyes is making my core pulse.

I can already feel the moisture pooling between my thighs.

Oh, what would I do to him behind closed doors? Fuck, I’d do it on this bar right now if I could.

Rip his shirt off and lick all the way from his sculpted jaw down to his...

ugh, this kind of attraction is forbidden in society.

A Dragonborn can’t be seen with a Tiefling.

It’s unheard of, but hey, no one has to see us together, right? It would be just one night.

Ok, it's time to just go for it.

I lock my eyes on him.

I can’t help but bite my bottom lip and then watch as his tongue grazes his.

I lean across the wooden bar top to grab him by the neck and....

The D20 drops from my hand, stopping on a 4.

A fucking 4.

“Your character's foot slips off the barstool crossbar, and instead of grabbing the dragonborns neck, you proceed to fall flat on your face.

Bouncing your head off the bar.

The barkeep looks at you with annoyance, mutters “clumsy teiflings” and walks away.

“Lucian, our dungeon master, and my best friend since childhood can’t even begin to contain his laughter.

The other adventurers in my party are also in a fit of laughter.

Well, that ends my turn.

I usually don't go for a fantasy fuck in our D lately, I’ve just wanted to change up how my character behaves.

I'm sick of always being the lawful good or lawful neutral character.

I want to be bad.

Ok, not a murder hobo style, but just something fun, sexy, and spontaneous.

Looking up from my character sheet, I notice Lucian staring at me.

Not only that, but he is looking at me with a heated desire in his eyes.

Maybe I’m reading too much into it.

Ha! Perhaps I’ll try to roll the die and see if I fall face-first into this table if I try to grab him by the neck.

No, that could never happen.

Lucian and I have been best friends since we were 9.

He saved me from being bullied at school; the rest was history.

But Lucian doesn’t look at me with desire, more like an annoying little sister.

No, I’m just overthinking this.