DM and the Dirty 20s Part 04

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All Characters are 18 years or older.

This story is a bit of a slow burn dual-story that very much requires the reader to start from the beginning. It does not require intimate knowledge of D&D or other TTRPGs, but is very much about playing those sorts of games and the fantasy of roleplaying. The two stories are those of the Players, and their Characters. As such this story comes with a warning of having strange Point of View/Narrative hotswaps in the middle of chapters as the players around the table move in and out of character.

In this chapter you can expect oral with some exhibitionism/voyeurism.

Session four of the campaign ramps up the intrigue as the adventurers try to squeeze out every ounce of manipulation they can, and the group talks consent before things get steamy around the game table.

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Chapter 30

"So, Rhia told me how it went," Mel said. We were sitting at my kitchen island, coffee in hand.

"Oh, yeah?" I asked noncommittally. I was still torn as to how much I thought I should talk to Mel about the game with the girls.

"She pulled the same stunt I did," Mel smirked, taking a sip of her coffee.

I snorted and nodded. "Handy, having a hot tub. You guys had to pretend to be at a public bathhouse, just hanging around on couches naked for the first time."

Mel barked a laugh and shook her head. "I can still remember the look on your guys' faces when me, Veronica and Rachel took our tops off."

"You say that like any of us had ever thought we'd seethree gorgeous women doing that at the same time," I said.

"Good point," Melissa said. "How were they? Nervous?"

"The same nerves we had, doing that play," I said. "They decided to skinny dip while still in the house, so they knew it was coming. Unlike you, getting everyone tipsy andthen springing it on them at the last minute."

Mel rolled her eyes. "I didn't have the courage or the backing of anyone else beforehand," she said. "Rhiannon has a bit of a leg up in that regard. Jesus, theballs on my daughter to even be doing this. It's still hard to wrap my head around."

I chuckled, taking another sip of my drink. "Rhia isn't the only one of them pushing the limits," I admitted.

"Really?" Mel asked, an eyebrow raising as she drew out the word curiously. "What happened, a little grab ass under the water jets?"

I cleared my throat, feeling my cheeks flush, and Mel laughed at my expression. "Shane, I don't think I've ever seen you this embarrassed, even that first time we fucked."

That first time, the first time in the Game at all that two people had gone full penis-in-vagina and not oral or some dry (and not so dry) humping, had been between us. Veronica and Jack had been the first to do oral and had quickly jumped to fucking right next to us on the couch of the old student housing place me and the guys had rented back in college, but Mel and I had been the first.

"Yeah, well, having your best friend suddenly climb on your cock is a bit surprising," I said. "Particularly considering I was roleplaying as an Ogre at the time."

"Anattractive, half-ogre," Mel cackled.

I rolled my eyes, grinning at the memory. Twenty years of fucking between then and now and I could still remember the adrenaline rush.

"So who did what?" Mel asked. "It had to be Elyse, right? She's a spitfire - I like her for Rhia as a friend most of the time."

"Mel," I sighed.

"Come on," she said.

I sighed again. "I thought you said Rhia told you everything?"

"Well, obviously the little twit is keeping things back," she said. "Probably giggling about paying my back for not telling her thereal stories of the Game for so long."

"Let me ask you this - if she starts asking me about how certain events happened in our past campaigns, or even what happened last week between Meliana and Stellan, what would you want me to tell her?"

"You and I both know it's different, Shane," Mel said. "I'm her Mom."

"And she's your daughter," I nodded. "Who is already well aware that, during the Game, we sometimes have sex. It's not my place to give her more details, and it would be betraying her trust in me if I did the same."

Mel narrowed her eyes and got that 'scheming' look in her eye.

"Mel," I groaned.

"No, no, it's fine," she said. "I'll just need to apply more pressure where it's needed. Maybe overloading my horndog of a daughter with details is the way to go."

"Better you get it from her than me," I said.

"Just tell me this; did you fuck anyone yet?"

"No," I said. "But... they are moving faster than we did."

Mel raised her eyebrow again but didn't ask any more questions.

Chapter 31

"What's up?" I answered my phone.

"Hey," Rhia said on the other end of the line. "Are you busy?"

"Not dramatically," I said, minimizing the graphic I'd been working on for the local AAA hockey team. They wanted a refresh of their graphics for the jumbotron screen before their next season and had thankfully come to me earlier than the week before the opening game this year. "What can I do for my favourite- Well, shit, I guess it's not fair if I say 'favourite college coed' anymore, is it?"

"How about 'favourite brunette coed?'" Rhia said, and I could hear the grin on her lips. "That way Elyse can be your Blonde and Tori can be your... Well, black doesn't work. Raven? Noir? Whyisn't there a term like brunette and blonde for black hair?"

"Don't ask me, darlin'," I said. "I just speak the words, I don't make 'em up." I couldfeel her rolling her eyes at me over the phone - she'd done a lot of growing up, but she hadn't lost that teenage tendency yet. Then again, neither had her Mother.

"Well, as your favourite brunette college coed, I just wanted to call and say that from now on you have my permission to tell my Mom about what happens in our game," Rhia said.

"Oh," I said. It was a Monday and I'd seen Mel twice for coffee since the last session, and that second time she hadn't brought it up at all. "Are you... sure about that?"

"Yeah," she said.

"I assume you traded... something, to give that away," I said.

"She... might be... telling me things," Rhia said. "Old stories."

I groaned, and she snickered a little.

"Don't believe everything you hear," I said.

"Oh, I think she's tellingmostly the truth," Rhia said. "Though she'll only tell me stuff about you, her and Dad. Nothing about anyone else."

"Which brings up an important note -you can give permission all you want for stuff that involves you, and your Mom knows pretty much everything about me already except for this game so I have no true shame - but that's not permission to talk about Elyse and Tori. The fact that your Mom and Dad know about them isn't super fair to begin with, let alone divulging details."

"Fuck," Rhia sighed. "OK, yeah, that's true. Let me think about that, OK? Maybe I should get permission from Mom to tell them."

"Whatever happens, you'll need to tell them everything," I warned her. "Including that you'd been hoping for this from the start."

There was a long pause on the other end of the phone. "Fuck," she finally said.

"Welcome to the real world, Rhia," I said. "Where secrets can hurt the ones we love."

"I'll figure it out," she promised.

Chapter 32

The girls came in like a whirlwind again. It was becoming their routine.

Elyse was first through the door, knapsack on her back and Tupperware in hand. She set the container down quickly on the table I kept my keys, not stopping her movement, and came right to me. The summer months were starting to get even hotter so it wasn't surprising that she was wearing a loose crop top and a pair of cute little daisy dukes. She swept her sunglasses up to the top of her head and raised her arms to pull me down into a kiss as she said, "Hey, Shaney."

The kiss hello was hot and heavy, her tongue pressing between my lips almost immediately. My hands went to her bare waist immediately, my thumbs landing on the soft feel of her ribs and tempted to travel up under her shirt. I managed to resist that urge and just kissed her back - she ended it by using the same trick that I'd used on her last week, tugging on my bottom lip with her teeth as she pulled away.

"Hello, gorgeous," I said a little breathlessly.

It was a simple compliment, really, but it made her grin broadly and I was reminded that while I'd gotten used to (and wonderfully enamoured by) her quirky, slightly tomboy prettiness she was often surrounded by girls like Rhia and Tori in the theatre program.

She bit her lip cutely, looking into my eyes with her grey orbs, and then gave me an extra little peck on the lips before slipping away to grab the container she'd set down and heading to the kitchen. Rhia was already following her into the house, burdened the same way with a backpack and container, though she was wearing a summer dress.

"Hi, Shane," she said as she strode up, leaning in and kissing me hello with slightly less immediate, upfront lust but just as much passion. Her free hand found one of mine and led it up to the side of her breast, encouraging me to grab a feel, but Tori's footsteps on the front porch behind her seemed to spook her a little and my palm only grazed her before she was letting go and pulling away, blushing. That one little touch revealed she was braless under the dress - a bold move for a woman so endowed as her.

"Hello, Rhia," I said with a smile, catching her hand again and pulling her into a full-bodied hug. This pressed her braless tits to my chest and she laughed, knowing what I was doing and hugged me back.

"Get that shit in the fridge," Tori urged Rhia, giving her a smack on the butt. "It's already been out for too long."

"Sorry, sorry," Rhia said, stepping out of my arms and heading for the kitchen after Elyse and making way for the Indian girl.

"Hi, Tori," I said with a warm grin.

"Oh, please," she said. "Don't just 'hi' me." She crooked a finger, summoning me close to kiss her. As I did she hooked two fingers in the front of my shorts, tugging me closer still, and kissed me with a simmering heat. I groaned a little into the kiss, and she slid her hand from my waistband up my shirt, across my stomach. "I can still hardly believe all that happened last week," she murmured against my lips.

I pulled back gently. "Any regrets?" I asked her quietly.

She shook her head. "No, it just felt like a dream. A really, really good one." The stunning girl then broke into the kind of smile that would make casting directors swoon. "Best session of D&D I've ever played, and I'm hoping this week is even better."

"I always strive to provide," I said, and then pulled an Elyse and leaned in for an extra peck. "What did you bake this week?"

"Muffins," she said as we parted. "Chocolate chip and banana, because raisins are a lie and bran is of the devil."

I laughed and pulled her into a hug. "You are my kind of girl."

She dropped off the container of muffins and headed back to the others to get dressed up in her character costume, and I headed back into the game room where I'd been prepping before they arrived.

All three of the girls returned together, dressed up. Rhia hadn't changed anything about her costume - she was waiting to get a new piece of armour to do any more work, likely starting with a breastplate - but Tori had designed a new top that had a similar look of being a binding across her chest, but there was a zipper under on arm instead of it needing to literally be untied for her to take it off.

"Like it?" Elyse asked as she swept in last, her silk robe swirling as she gave a little spin. The embroidery work now circled the entire lower half and crawled up the sides and back like creeping tendrils. Combined with the exotic jewellery she used to accent the costume - the finger-claws, the nose-to-ear chain and the other dangling bits and bobs, she looked like she could have stepped out of a video game.

"Holy shit," I said. "That's - wow, Elyse. How long did that take?"

"I've got time," she chuckled. "Maybe twenty hours, since last week, to finish it off? I work on it while we're watching shows and stuff." Then she winked and pulled the top part aside, flashing her little tits as she stuck out her tongue - except her one nipple that was pierced now had a thin chain running from it, across her chest in a little dainty arc, to the other nipple where it was attached with a nipple clamp.

I almost choked and had to clear my throat. Tori snickered, likely having already known the plan, and Rhia gasped and then laughed at my reaction.

"Alright, Little Miss Shadow-Temptress," I said. "Put those deadly weapons away and take a seat. We need to follow up on our talk from last week."

She covered up, grinning impishly with her dimples showing, and all three of the ladies dug into their backpacks to bring out their game stuff, and extra papers.

The first thing we did was trade printouts of our STD tests. Blessedly, everyone was clean.

"Before we talk about the other stuff, there's a follow-on for this," I said, tapping the stack of papers once we'd all had a chance to confirm. "I told you ladies last week, but Ido have other partners, and they take this as seriously as I do. I'm not expecting there to be any... 'growth' of the partner web on my end, but I know you girls are in college, and I'm not expecting you to limit yourselves from other 'companionship-'"

"Yeah, the boys I might have been interested in either had to leave for the summer or turned out to be flakes," Rhia interrupted me. "I'm not looking to hook up with some guy I just met at work or something."

"Me neither," Tori agreed. "I'm picky. Hell, I might as well be demisexual - I don't even like kissing guys that I don't feel like I have an emotional connection with."

That spun off a series of thoughts I didn't have the time to examine at the moment. She was kissingme, and this was only the fourth time we were meeting. How, or why, or when did...?

"That's not gonna be easy. He's a hunter," Elyse smirked a little, gesturing down at her crotch.

"You call it adude?" Rhia said, and then all three of them started laughing as I grinned and shook my head.

"It's from-" Elyse started.

"Pitch Perfect, I know," I chuckled. "Good movie."

"Marry me," Tori said. "A guy who likes Pitch Perfect unironically? You're a fucking catch, Shane."

"Might be a little early for marriage, Tori," I winked at her.

"I'm not actually looking for anything outside of this room," Elyse clarified her position. "Or, well, this house."

I nodded, but again made a mental note for later.

"Alright. Well, if that changes for any of you, then we need to be clear on boundaries - and that means honesty. If you hook up with someone not in this group you don't need to tell us who it is, but you do need to tell us it happened, and you'll need to do another test before we do anything sexual again - the game doesn't have to stop, just participation in anything... naughty."

Rhia snorted at the word, and Tori grinned a little and covered her mouth with one hand. Elyse just laughed. "Naughty? Really?"

"I was fishing for a good word to say it," I waved them off. "Anyone have questions or concerns about that?"

None of them did, and they all agreed to the plan. Then we presented our Consent lists to each other.

Chapter 33 - Shane's Consent List for the Girls

I'd typed my list out, making edits for each of the girls to be a little more specifically addressed to each of them, but they all followed the same format and had the same content.

Dear Tori,

I'm still a little amazed that we're going through this process, so I apologize if this might be a little long-winded. You, Rhia and Elyse are three very wonderful young women that I already felt blessed to get to play a game I love with - now I'm finding that the blessings are multiplying like crazy! I value you as a friend already, so please know that I will never hold any hesitation, reluctance or refusal against you. Your wit, charm and intelligence have added to my life, and I would much rather hold onto that than sacrifice it for a moment of carnal pleasure.

When it comes to sexual consent, I will not hide that I am fairly experienced. I am open to trying most things once if I haven't happened to try it before, and am open to roleplaying most potential scenarios - if there are any specific fantasies you think would be hot to try in a safe group like ours, please let me know! My goal is entirely to give you and the others the fun that you are looking for.

Things I will not do:

- Water/Scat

- Anything with an actual animal

- Nothing with honey (I will tell the story behind this when appropriate)

- Nothing in or around my asshole

- No dildos/vibrators/other phallic sex toys in my mouth

- No roleplaying a male/male scenario

Things that I promise to do:

- Always make sure you are consenting in the moment to an act

- Checking in, verbally and with eye contact, during any acts

- Focus on your experience over my own

- Follow up after any acts, both informationally and with aftercare

I look forward to continuing to play the game with you, no matter where it takes us.

Your DM,

Shane.

Chapter 34 - Rhia's Consent List for Shane

Rhia had hand-written her list for me, which made sense considering its length.

Hey,

I'm down to try anything with you and the girls. I trust you implicitly.

Love,

Rhia

PS - OK, I've never done butt stuff, so I'm kinda nervous about that. Give me some warning if that's something you want because, like, I'm down to try it but I want to prepare myself first. XOXO

Chapter 35 - Tori's Consent Letter for Shane

Tori had typed her list out like I had, and I could tell she'd written a different letter to each of us based on the amount of text on the sheets she handed around, though I didn't get a look at the girl's ones.

Hi,

So, last week was crazy, and even the week before was way out of my usual comfort zone. But I had a BLAST. You are an amazing Dungeon Master, Shane. You could be running one of those live shows people stream online.

The thing is, I'm really slow to decide I like someone usually. It takes me months to decide if I even have a crush or not. But with you, I don't know - maybe it's because of Rhia, but I just trust you. And I find you attractive. And flashing you, and getting naked with you, and OMG doing that thing with my foot?

Most fun I've ever had in a sexual situation. Seriously.

I'm open to sex with you as part of the game. God, that's weird to write down like that. Oral and vaginal. (Ew, that sounds clinical.) And roleplaying sex scenes sounds really fucking fun.

If possible, I would like to be the one to be the aggressor. I trust you, but I'm used to waiting for someone to ask me out, and I want to change that. I want to take control of me, if that makes sense.

Watching you and Elyse last week also made me think of the fact that we could be doing stuff in front of each other. I obviously liked the voyeur stuff, and I'm open to exhibitionism as well. At least in our little group.

And I'm open to experimenting with Rhia and Elyse. I'm telling them that in their letters. Just... give me time to make the moves, OK?

Thank you so much.

- T

Chapter 36 - Elyse's Consent Letter for Shane

Elyse had handwritten her letter on lined paper, sliding it over to me with a bit of a blush before handing over two more to the others.

Fuck me up, Daddy.

OK, seriously, this is my fourth time starting this and my palms are sweaty and shit, but that's how I decided to start it.

You are super fucking hot, Shane. Like, ideal man in my books. I've always had a thing for older guys but never went for it, and for real I find you so fucking attractive. Not just your physicality either. Your charisma gives me butterflies, and the way you look and listen to me just talking about whatever gets me fucking wet.

I'm not trying to say I love you or anything, OK? But even if we weren't doing this whole consent thing I would be finding a way to stay back some night after the game and seeing if you wanted to fuck.

And seriously, I'm not a slut or anything. I've only been with two guys before (and one girl : P). Both of the guys were blegh, but I put up with it because I wanted to feel pretty and have a boyfriend. You make me feel pretty without even trying.

I want you to take me to pound town. And yes, I know that sounds silly, but... I've never had a guy satisfy that itch for me. I want rough sex. Like R. O. U. G. H. When you grabbed my hair while I was blowing you, how the fuck did you read my mind? I want you to throw me around the bed, or table, or floor. Wherever. Bend me over the kitchen table. Maul me with those big hands. Squeeze me. Just stick to spanking my ass, I'm not looking to get slapped around. Pull my hair though! Choke me! I'll come so fucking hard, I swear. Just masturbating to the idea gets me off so good, having you do it? Mind will be blown.

OK, maybe that's all a bit much, I just think you can handle it I guess. But I'm too far in now and don't want to start over again. Maybe a list will help:

- Oral: Yes. Fuck my mouth like before. Skullfuck me. If I can deepthroat you by the end of the summer I'd fucking cream myself.

- Vaginal: Like I said, fuck me up. Pound town. Any position you want. Hell, every position.

- Anal: I'm an anal virgin. Circle back around on this - I'm scared of the fact that I want to say take it. Maybe I'll bring it up after the first couple of times we fuck normally. I know I like playing with it when I'm thinking about you slamming me.

- Roleplaying: Don't fucking look at me when you read this, I'll die a bit - I'm into monster porn. Like, werewolves and demons and godzilla and Sasquatch and stuff. I'm a freak, OK? So fuck me with tentacles, fuck me with monster cock, whatever. And we can do non-con stuff if you're into it - blackmail Renee. Or mind control her. God, if some big monster demands sexual tribute? I'm your girl.

- Finishing: Don't look at me again, because I've never told anyone this, even Tori - Creampie me. I've got a breeding kink. I promise to God and everything good that I take the pill religiously; I might even want to be child-free my whole life. But the idea of getting knocked up makes me come really, really hard. Oh, and just FYI, I've never let a guy actually do it to me before, so you'd be my first!

- Other kinky stuff: I'd be willing to try anything you want to, but I don't want to ever see you, like, not being the badass MAN I see you as. So please don't be a guy who likes to wear diapers or something - if you are, I'm sorry, but just keep it away from me. But tying me up? Or making me submit? I've never done BDSM before but I've watched, like, a lot of porn.

- Girl/Girl stuff: Like I said, I've done it before. I already talked to Tori, we're good. I'm explaining to Rhia that I'm open to whatever she is. Order me under the table and I'll tongue them all fucking night - or, well, don't because I want to play the game, but you get it.

Alright, I'm already writing on the back of the paper now so I'm probably rambling. Hopefully someone else writes as much as I do - oh, who am I kidding, there's no way.

Look, Shane, I might not have ever played D&D before, but this is the BEST THING. Ever. I already don't want it to stop at the end of the summer.

So yeah. Fuck me up, Daddy.

Elyse. AKA Renee de l'Ombre. Shadow Slut-ceress.

PS - OK but for real I keep thinking about you in my ass now, so like, probably gonna happen.

Chapter 37

I cleared my throat, trying not to look up from the sheet of paper as I set it down and carefully folded it. I'd known I was probably going to get turned on, reading the consent letters, and had been prepared for most things. I had not been prepared for Elyse's detailed admission.

My face was a little red. I could feel it.

I glanced up at Rhia first - she was the one who had set all this in motion, she should be ready for it.

Rhia was blushing too.

So was Tori.

I finally looked at Elyse and she was blushing extra hard.

"Alright," I said. "Everyone finished?" They mumbled their replies, their nods telling me more than their words. "OK. Ladies, I know that was personal. Vulnerable. I appreciate the time each of you took on what you communicated to me, and I hope mine was clear and helped settle some nerves. Since I'm the person with the most, ah, 'control' in the situation, did anyone have any questions for me about what I gave you?"

"Nope," Rhia said. Tori shook her head. Elyse blushed just a little more, turning a cute pink colour, and swallowed.

"Then I think, before we jump back into the game, I want to do this." I stood up and went around the side of the table to Elyse, offering my hand. She took it and looked up at me like she thought I was going to act on what she'd written immediately, and was both terrified and delighted. Maybe a little more towards terrified. Instead, I pulled her to her feet and wrapped her up in a bear hug, and she quickly hugged me back.

"Thank you for trusting me," I said quietly.

"I can't believe I wrote all that," she mumbled into my chest.

I pulled her back by her shoulders lightly and cupped her face in my hands, wiping her cheeks with my thumbs. "Thank you," I said again. Then I kissed her on the forehead. She crashed into me for another hug, then let me go.

Tori was next and she stood up as I circled around to her, slipping into my arms easily. Her note had maybe been the most surprising, or vulnerable, even if it hadn't been the most graphic. Elyse had told me about her wants, but Tori had admitted to a major vulnerability she had. I held her softly, rather than the crushing hug I'd given her roommate. "Thank you for trusting me, Tori," I said.

"Thank you for being trustworthy," she replied before letting me go and smiling softly.

Rhia was last, and she was still blushing. "I guess maybe I could have written more," she said as I took her into my arms. I cradled her head to my chest, silently saying goodbye to the kid I'd known and hello to the woman before me. Kissing was one thing. Even nudity. Blurry lines compared to the one we were approaching. I shifted, hugging her more fully as I accepted that, and she tightened her grip on me.

"It was all that you needed to say," I said. "Thanks for trusting me, Rhiannon."

"Love you, Shane," she replied.

"Alright," I said as we parted and I headed back to my chair, settling in. I let out a long breath, then tidied up the letters they'd given me and carefully put them into a pocket of my DM binder for the game. Depending on how things went, those letters might be important artefacts for me in the future. "Where did we leave off?"

"We were heading back from the hot springs," Rhia said, using Olivia's voice. "Back into a camp sprawling with bandits, murderers and thieves."

"And being run by a guy who is definitely a werewolf or something," Tori said as Jade.

"And has some god-hating magicians who already don't like us," Elyse tacked on as Renee.

"Well then," I said. "I guess you three heroines have a lot to do."

Chapter 38

The adventurers woke early, their night of rest having thankfully passed without incident. Maybe it was the fact that they were ensconced on the edge of the friendly Red Bronson clan's claimed grounds, or maybe it was that they had killed six men and women the day before - ambushed on the path, the deaths witnessed by a dozen more of the bandits.

Winning a fight against an enemy with double your number gives off something of the 'don't fuck with me' vibe.

After a breakfast of cold squirrel and scavenged nuts and barries, found, caught and prepared by Fergus the day before, they sat around a low fire and reviewed what they knew briefly.

"The most important piece of information we don't have is thewhy of it all," Olivia grumbled. "Everything else is just... fringe stuff."

"Well, they've made it clear that Houndsfang is supposed to make his big announcement to the camp tomorrow," Renee said. "So we'll either need to wait until then, or find a way to get it out of someone."

"Can't you just use that Charm magic on him?" Jade asked. "Get him alone and charm it out of him."

Renee winced. "The stronger the mind, the more stubborn, the harder it is for the magic to work. And he'd know I'd done it after."

"Not if you kill him before it's done," Olivia said.

"He'd also know if it didn't work at all," Renee finished.

"Oh," Olivia grunted.

"So it's a risk. A big one," Jade said, getting nods from the other two. "What else can we try to accomplish?"

"We want to figure out what he is," Renee said.

"Good point. And we also probably want to make some more cracks in this 'alliance' they have going. They aren't unified," Olivia said. "If we can piss people off at each other, even if we don't find out the plan ahead of time, they'll be more reluctant to work together."

"OK," Jade nodded. "Then let's start with getting information on the last big group we know almost nothing about..."

The heroines decided that their morning would be spent fact-finding about the Burnt Men. The twenty-odd former soldiers were quite possibly the most dangerous of the gathering - they were outnumbered by the Risen Wolf Gang and the Red Bronsons, but they were trained to work together and were much more tight-lipped and testy about who they spent time with. Escaping the King's armies in the West had made them paranoid - even more than the banditry of others; if they were discovered and caught the Burnt Men would be condemned to death without question.

With their goal set, I let the girls workshop their ideas before running another small skill check - rather than wanting an answer immediately, I tested the waters on letting them do more of a 'team up.' In the end, Elyse decided she wanted to go back to the Coalblacks - the dwarf barbarians had been easy-going and friendly and weren't actually bandits. Meanwhile, Rhia and Tori decided to use the game mechanics to their advantage; Jade would aid Olivia in making a direct approach to the former soldiers, rationalizing that a 'Bandit Paladin' would potentially have common ground with the Bandit Soldiers and that Jade's upbringing among her roving people and their militaristic training might help. Mechanically it meant that Rhia would be able to roll twice and take the higher number due to the help, but they would only get the one roll between the two of them. Rhia even remembered that she could pray for Guidance, adding an additional d4 to the roll, as Olivia muttered a quick prayer to Revelry before their final approach.

Renee de l'Ombre spent the morning with the Blackcoals telling stories - a favourite pastime of Dwarves in the setting. The key was that Dwarves had a keen sense for truth and lies, but preferred well-crafted stories with all the proper embellishments over the cold truth, though a story neededsome truth to it to make it feel worthy of repeating. This meant that Elyse had to tell a 'true story' about Renee's past, something that would suitably impress the dwarf berserkers and their runeworker husband. She ended up asking for time to come up with something, so we pivoted to the others.

Rhia and Tori had accounted for everything. Rational logic of why they could try to make overtures. Mechanical advantages for their rolls. Tori even plied me with a muffin, wanting to make sure I wasn't hungry, which led to everyone around the table groaning in delight at her baking.

What they couldn't account for was the dice.

"Motherfucking tit shit fuck numpty garbage!" Rhiannon growled, picking up both her d20s and hurling them out of the game room and into the hallway where they clattered across the floor towards the kitchen. It wasn't the first time my hallway had welcomed some dice, and I doubted it would be the last.

"No!" Tori groaned. "What were they?"

"A six and a four," Rhia groaned. "Which, with my bonus, is a ten."

"Don't forget you prayed for Guidance," Elyse said, looking up from the notes she was scribbling.

Rhia perked up, grabbing her d4 and rolling it before making a face. Her fingers made frustrated claws in the air over the little plastic die. "Fucking. One." She looked at me. "Eleven total."

I nodded solemnly. Eleven wasn't bad, but it definitely wasn't good either. "There are about a dozen of the Burnt Men puttering around their section of camp as you approach - it's orderly, a double line of tents, with two cookfires. You also notice that they've posted sentries, unlike the rest of the groups. As you approach the nearest two step in your way, hands already on their swords. 'What do you want?' one asks gruffly."

Olivia cleared her throat. "To talk," she said and then gestured at the larger camp sprawled through the rocky clearing. "About all of this."

One of the two sentries narrowed his eyes. "Ain't got nothin' t' say about it," he said. "Not yet, anyways. Houndsfang hasn't spilled the beans yet, 'as he?"

"No, but I think we might have a common perspective on things," Olivia said, pressing on. "If not common purpose, yet. You men were soldiers, I was-"

"A knight. We got it," the other sentry grunted. "You talk about it a lot when you're buying people drinks. Rubbin' it in faces an' the like. You know who were the worst in the Army camps, stealin' all the good food, ridin' their horses wherever they pleased an' leavin' shit everywhere? Refusing to charge the Dark Lord's pike walls, even from the side, while we was dyin' up front?"

"Knights," the first one growled.

"Right," Olivia said, holding up her hands to try to show she meant no harm. "Well, I wasn't that kind of knight."

"Sure don't know what other kind of knight there is, do we Todd?" the first sentry asked the second.

"Not 'at I can right tell, Nodd," Todd replied.

"So far yous have gotten into fights all over the camp," Nodd said. "Fightin' in the alehouse, killing in camp. Makes you downright untrustworthy, it does."

"I... think we'll be going," Olivia said.

"Just like a knight, turnin' tail and runnin'," Todd grumbled.

"Well, fuck," Rhia sighed.

"I kind of like them," Tori chuckled. "If they weren't so dead set against you, they'd be funny."

"Sorry, them's the breaks," I said.

Rhia sighed and got up, heading into the hall to fetch her dice.

"Oh, fuck off!" she shouted. Her face was pinched into a mighty frown as she came back in. "They were natural 20s in the hall. Both of them."

I couldn't help my snicker, and the other girls joined me.

Chapter 39

Renee's story was a fictionalized account of how she had first discovered the shadow in her blood, which would later lead to her sorcerous magic. The improvised story was about a little girl who spoke with her friend in the shadow, a small cat that never grew up and whispered to her in the dark of night, keeping her safe. As the girl grew that cat remained the same until one day she mentioned her shadow-friend to a real friend - a boy from town. It didn't take three days for all the children in the town to know she spoke with shadows, and another two of the children to call her Witch.

It was when they brought torches, to scare away the shadows, and they hurt her friend the cat that the little girl's world truly turned upside down.

The story was dark and sombre but sweet, and as Elyse told it should paced back and forth down the length of the game room. In the end, as she improvised how the girl took the cat into her own shadow to protect it forever, she raised one corner of her embroidered robe and ran a thumb over part of it, then smiled and showed us at the table - hidden into the embroidery was the shape of a cat.

"Amazing, Elyse," I praised her once she sat back down, starting to applaud and quickly joined by Tori and Rhia.

"I felt so bad for the little girl," Rhia said, putting on a pouty face. "I'm so glad that she protected the shadow-kitty."

Elyse was beaming and took a long swig of her drink. "Thanks, guys," she said.

"Alright, I think a story like that definitely deserves a roll with advantage," I said.

Elyse rolled twice, nailing a natural 18 as her highest. With her bonuses that made a 24.

The Coalblack family was enraptured by the tale spun by their shadowy guest around the campfire. Rowan, the runeworker husband, even joined in by spinning runes in the fire - it let out little puffs of smoke that briefly formed the shapes of a girl and her cat. When Renee finished her story they applauded her and said it was a good tale, with strong roots.

"What sort of story would you like in trade, Lady Shadow?" Rowan asked.

Renee hesitated - she'd come seeking information about the Burnt Men, but she was personally more curious about something else.

Elyse shot a guilty look at her friends across the table.

"Tell me a story about Houndsfang," Renee said. "Of wolves and bandits, and the one who leads them."

"Mm, this is a difficult story to tell," Agate, the elder of the barbarian-wives, said as she settled next to her husband on the log they used for a seat. "Only the man himself could tell the full story, and we have only gained parts of it, so much of the truth may not be so true as we might think."

"Tell me anyway, what you can," Renee said, leaning in. "Before this man asks or demands something of us, I want to know the measure of his reputation."

Rowan and Agate glanced at each other and then nodded. Rowan stood and piled more logs to the fire, and then took up his poker and began to draw in the coals while Agate told what they knew.

- - - - -

A boy when he arrived in the woods of the Eastern reaches of the King's Way, it is said that Alexander Houndsfang had travelled the entire length of the old road. Born to a family who lived at the far end, some claimed he had been the son of an Innkeeper at the edge of the world. Or a Baron's whelp. Or a simple farm boy. None were certain, for he never spoke of home beyond the fact that the rise of the Dark Lord had forced him west. The Inn, or the Barony, or the Farm, was gone.

He was a smart boy, too smart at times for his own good, and learned the trade of theft and murder in the woods while the King's patrols were still thick enough that only the most skilled, or lucky, survived more than a few summers living in the forest depths. He learned at the foot of Wandering Welcsh, who had called himself King of the Wood for a while and claimed to be the brother of Duke Unger and the rightful heir of the duchy.

Alexander was a survivor of the Owedswood Massacre, the last true culling of the banditry in the Eastern forests, before Duke Unger marched for war in the West. It was possible that, if he had been taken in by someone else, found succor along the King's Way in any town or city, Alexsander Houndstooth may have willingly marched to war against the evil that he upturned his life.

Instead, he had been at the back of Wandering Welsch when the 'king's supposed brother marched on the woods, fired the hunting cabin that was the man's castle, and scattered the bandits. Some claimed that Alexsander killed Welsch himself, though no one stands when asked if they witnessed the act themselves and none can say why the lad would have done it. Only that they had heard a whisper of it from a stranger.

The lad, now a young man, disappeared for a time following the Massacre and returned sometime later grown like an oak. The tracking of time is a fitful thing in the forests, it may have been five years or ten. And 'returned' is a word that has more than one meaning - it was possible he had spent all that time within the wood alone, in hiding or lord of some hidden grove. Or perhaps he roved into the mountains and beyond, or south towards the heartlands. Some whisper he found dragon's gold and has come back to add to his hoard, though most think that foolish - if a man found dragon's gold, why would he seek to add to it with the pittance to be scraped from the villages of the Unger duchy?

Wherever he returned from, whatis known is that he returned with three wolves that would answer his call. Said to be over-large, with a touch of the old Primal in them, they were too smart and too cunning. With their teeth, Alexander Houndsfang carved out a corner of the forest for himself, and then set about gathering about him his gang.

Some say that the wolves left him, the more civilized he became again. Others that he sent them off on errands in lands far away, to call on powers that would bring him even more strength. A few even say that the wolves became men themselves, that his lieutenants Torra and her brother Rolf are two of the wolves.

For seven years, Alexander Houndsfang has stalked the Owedswood, the Rimeswamp and Harold's Cut, gathering the Risen Wolf Gang and keeping them moving like a roaming pack of wolves. He's slain the last two tax collectors sent by the King, three bounty hunters sent for his head by Duke Unger, and supposedly slew the Undorith reaver Galen Two-axe in single combat when he roved down from the northlands.

And now, called King of the Woods by those who remember the stories of old Wandering Wlesch, he has called this meeting and none of the bands and gangs have refused the call for fear of what his retaliation could be. They will listen to his proposal, or demand, and will decide whether to submit or rebel. Whichever it is, few doubt there will soon be blood spilt in the name of Houndsfang.

- - - - -

"Fuuuck," Elyse groaned.

"We killed his wolf. He's gonna bepissed when he finds that out," Tori said.

"Do you guys think Torra and her brother are werewolves and not Alexander?" Rhia mused. "What if he's something else?"

I shrugged. "Guess you'll need to find a way to test your theories."

Chapter 40

Following their moderately successful morning, the three adventurers reconvened at noon to trade what they learned. Olivia and Jade weren't annoyed with Renee going off-plan, especially since she'd learned more about their eventual target - it was Alexander Houndsfang who had murdered Pretty the Tree and set the magic wolf on the people of Tremulous Crook, after all.

"I think we should refocus our efforts," Olivia said. "All the other gangs arebad, but it's clear that the Risen Wolf Gang is the worst. we should be trying to find their weak points."

"I don't know," Jade shook her head. "We can't just abandon the progress we've already made."

"What progress, though?" Olivia asked.

"Well, I've been making progress," Jade said. "I have the Red Bronson's wrapped around my little finger."

"You've gone on one hunting trip with them, and drunk with them some," Renee said. "You aren't exactly best buddies yet. Would they choose you over Houndsfang?"

"Fine, you're right," Jade said. "I need to make sure of it. This afternoon. If I can't do that, then I'll stop wasting time."

"What are you going to do?" Olivia asked.

"What I have to," Jade shrugged.

"Then I should do whatI have to," Renee said. "I think I should take a run at Alexander before things get even more complicated."

"You want to try and assassinate him?" Jade asked.

"If I can get him vulnerable, maybe," Renee said. "But I think I need to try and get an audience with him, present myself as the powerful sorceress I am. Maybe convince him to tell me what the hell is going on so that I'll stay instead of leaving."

"Best way to do that is probably through his lieutenants. I've already got an in with Torra," Olivia said. "Maybe we work on that. Her brother Rolf looks like a real son of a bitch, but if we can crack him then we might get you a real shot."

They discussed a few other options but discarded them, deciding to follow the plans they'd set.

Renee and Olivia set off first, heading to the ale hut to start scouting for the Risen Wolf lieutenants. Torra wasn't there, but Rolf was. The ladies decided to stick together and fall back on a classic - buy a round of drinks for a table full of Risen Wolf gang members. Olivia took the lead, Renee playing the mysterious witch again, and began plying her skills of Revelry to loosen tongues and blur minds with drink and good cheer. It didn't take long - the men and women were there to drink, after all, and considered themselves the mightiest of those who had gathered in the ancient campsite.

Then they transitioned to the table Rolf was occupying with several of the other senior members of the Gang, Olivia talking up Renee while chumming it up with the bitter bandits that she very much wanted to kill.

I called for deception rolls a few times, and other than one near-slip Rhia managed to keep things rolling. Finally, using all the buildup that Olivia had set up, Elyse made her move and Renee leaned into the conversation, using prestidigitation to make some showy but ultimately harmless magical effects. Her deception roll was stellar, just shy of a natural 20, and Rolf seemed impressed.

"I'll need to meet with the Houndsfang," Renee said, playing up her accent harder than usual to appear even more exotic. "Where is he?"

"I'll check if he'll see you," Rolf said. Between Renee's impressive display and Olivia's flirting, they had him hooked.

Then I turned to Tori. "So, the Red Bronsons?"

"One specific Bronson. Big Red," she said. She was blushing a little.

"Alright," I said. "Let's see where you find him."

Chapter 41

Jade went looking for Big Red Bronson, the man who she'd originally beaten in the fight ring, then made friends with over drinks, and finally flirted with despite his dim-witted difficulty in picking up the innuendos she was throwing down. She found him playing a game of Stones with several of his Red Bronson cousins, a game that they had excitedly explained to her in-depth while they were all in their cups. The way the bandit family spoke about it, Stones was a nuanced game of skill and talent, wit and intelligence. It was as complicated as an obscure card game and as cutthroat as a duel.

Jade watched a few rounds and still couldn't understand how it was more than throwing stones as close to a target as possible.

"Alright," she mumbled to herself. "Let's do this." Then she switched back to her regular voice. "Big Red isbig, right?" Tori asked me.

"His name isn't ironic," I chuckled.

"OK. So big and muscley. And he's a bruiser, so is he built like... a muscley UFC heavyweight?"

"That would be a pretty apt comparison," I nodded. "Slightly cauliflower ears, a strong jaw, an intense look in his eye when he focuses on something. He's relatively clean shaven, for a bandit, and looms over his cousins at maybe 6'7"."

"Alright," Tori nodded. "And last question, because it would be important to Jade. Does he have big feet?"

I laughed, and Elyse and Rhia chuckled. "Would you have checked out his feet when you were with him?"

"Absolutely," Tori said. "It's one of the first things I would look at because of my martial training - just becausemost people in the world aren't doing Kung-Foot doesn't mean I don't need to be prepared."

"Wasn't it Foot-Fu?" Rhia asked.

"Whatever," Tori smirked and rolled her eyes.

"OK, yes, you've noticed that he wears very large boots," I said.

Jade approached the Red Bronson's playing Stones, waiting for one game to end before clearing her throat while sauntering towards them. "Afternoon, lads," she said. "Red Bronson."

"Aye," answered Red Bronson.

"Red Bronson," Jade acknowledged the next one.

"Yarp," Red Bronson nodded.

"Red Bronson, Red Bronson," Jade said to the next two.

"Howdy do, Miss Jade," Red Bronson said.

"It's always a pleasure, miss," Red Bronson grinned a little lasciviously.

Jade stopped in front of Big Red Bronson. "Red Bronson," she said, putting more warmth in her voice.

""ello, Jade," he rumbled back.

"Could I talk to you? In private?"

"Um," he said, looking at his cousins. Two of them gave him thumbs up, having heard about the flirting that had happened on the hunting trip. "Sure," he said.

"Great," Jade said and turned and strutted away towards their part of the camp, her little puff of a tail wiggling over her shapely bottom.

Jade led Big Red Bronson through the Red Bronson circle of tents and over to the one she was sharing with her girls and Fergus, thankfully finding them all still missing.

"What's it goin', Jade?" Big Red asked.

"Do you mean 'How is it going,' Big Red?" Jade asked.

"Same thing, mostly," he shrugged.

Jade sighed softly, an 'it's a good thing you're hot' look in her eyes. "Big Red, would you say we're friends?"

He frowned, not with emotion but concentrating on what he was saying. "I think that would be pretty good. An' we can always still fight in the pt if we's friends. Just can't cheat none."

"We can," Jade agreed. "And, Big Red, as your friend, I think I want to make you feel special. Because youare special."

"Okay," he grinned.

"But friends help friends, right?" Jade asked.

He shrugged. "Yeah, makes sense."

Jade took his hand and pulled him into the tent. The big guy had to duck low to climb through and had to shuffle around on his knees since he was so stooped while on his feet.

"Here's the deal, Big Red," Jade said, falling back onto her butt on her blankets. "You make me feel good, and I'll make you feel good. Got it?"

I couldn't help my jaw hanging a little loose. Tori, as we'd been roleplaying, had come around to my end of the table and signalled for me to cover my DM notes and shift my DM screen aside. She'd stacked them and slid them away, then hopped up to sit on the edge of the table right in front of me. As she said that last line, she put her thumbs in the stretchy waistband of her billowy 'monk pants' and thrust them down, pulling them past her ass and down her thighs. Her thong went with them, and she quickly pulled one ankle out from the leg so they dangled from the other.

She spread her legs, her pretty pussy about a foot from my face. The warm dark tone of her skin, the lippy playground between. Her bare thighs. The pretty, nervous smile as Tori broke through the Jade roleplay.

I'd thought it would be Rhia who would push the envelope first. Or Elyse. Maybe even more so Elyse after her Consent letter.

But it had been Tori last time, feeling my cock with her toes in the hot tub. And it was Tori now, showing the most courage in being the very first to jump.

"I think I know what you mean, Jade," I said in the slightly dopey voice I was using for Big Red Bronson.

"Holy shit," Rhia said, her voice finally catching up with her shock.

"Damn, Tori- I mean, Jade!" Elyse crowed. "Get it!"

I leaned in and planted my mouth against the warm lips of Tori's pussy.

Jade moaned as the big man drove his tongue against her fuzzy snatch. She immediately made sure to take more control of the situation by taking hold of his head, running her fingers into his hair and holding him close. She wasn't looking for a quick warm-up before a fuck - she intended this to be the main act.

For his part, Big Red Bronson was surprisingly adept. His tongue, a fat slab of dextrous muscle, teased and drove and tasted every cranny of her cunt. His big hand swept up and down the tender, thin fur on her muscled thighs, and he seemed to delight in what he was drinking up from her.

Jade moaned as his nose brushed against her clit hood. "Do that more," she exhaled, trying not to shout it like a whore so the whole camp could hear. "Fuck, yes, like that."

My face was already covered in Tori's juices. She had started turned on, likely from stewing on the idea of this happening for the last hour or two, or maybe even from before the consent letter got handed between us. She'd been flirting with Big Red Bronson before sex was on the table, so it made sense now that I thought about it that he was her easiest 'in' to the sexual gameplay outside of just jumping Fergus.

I loved the whimpers she was giving me, and the look in her eyes as I gazed up at the Indian girl from between her legs and made eye contact. Using one hand on her thigh, I raised it up over my shoulder more, encouraging her to take even more control. She did it immediately, her grin bright and dazzling as her calf and foot flexed against my back, pulling me closer while also giving her more leverage to work her hips, grinding her pussy against my lips and chin.

"Fuck, this is hot," Rhia said from beside us at the table, but I couldn't see her due to Tori's thigh blocking my vision.

"Is there any rule about us not touching ourselves when this shit happens?" Elyse asked. Her, I could see, and she was practically chewing her lip off as she watched her roommate get eaten out - fair play, considering what Tori had watched last game.

I broke the seal of my mouth on Tori's pussy so I could speak. "No rule, but the more you let yourself be teased and stew in it, the hotter your own scenes are likely to get. So don't get yourself off." Then I turned to make eye contact with Tori again, putting on the Big Red voice. "You taste right scrumptious, Jade," I said and then drove my tongue into her again.

Jade thrust her hips, grinding against the big man's ministrations again, pulling him tight to her with the hands gripping his hair and her leg around his shoulder and back.

"God, just like that," she moaned. "Do that thing, yeah that thing with a fat tongue- Fuuuck, I can feel it on the-yes, Shane. Fuck, I mean Big Red! God, use that big fucking tongue. And rub your nose- Yes, yes... Oh, hooooe-"

Jade came, her ass bouncing as it flexed with her powerful orgasm. Her toes curled, and her thighs clenched tight around Big Red Bronson's head, but he didn't seem to mind at all as he kept driving his tongue against the ring of her pussy opening, running in circles just the way she'd begged, as his nose brushed back and forth over her clit hood.

Tori came down from her orgasm with a gasp, sucking in a big lungful of air as she leaned back against the table and panted, blinking as she looked up at the ceiling. "Fucking hell," she said breathlessly. "Fuck. King. Hell."

I pulled away, grinning at my work, because I had a feeling that of all the possible things that Tori had experienced sexually in her life, she hadn't experienced cunnilingus from a man who had been trained in pleasing three different women for over twenty years with his tongue. My exes, few and far between over the years, hadnever had a bad word to say about my pussy eating skills. I'd even gotten a few booty calls well after the breakups were done and buried just because they couldn't get over my rug-munching, box-licking expertise.

"That. Was so hot," Rhia said, her eyes trailing from Tori's face, down her body to linger at her bare mound, then over to me. She had pure, lusty joy in her eyes and looked like she'd kept herself to just teasing her breasts under her crop top chainmail - likely braless underneath again for easy access.

"Yup," Elyse said, almost a gulp. She was white-knuckling the edge of the table like she was trying her hardest not to touch herself.

"Not done," Tori grunted, sitting back up and putting a wrapped foot right on my chest, pushing me deep into my seat. She slid down off the table and blew out a breath, quickly fixing the cosplay rabbit ears still attached to her head. "Like I said, you do me, I do you."

Jade rolled over, pulling away from Big Red Bronson, and got up onto her knees and immediately started undoing the laces of his trousers. "Let's see if you're bigeverywhere," the monk said with a lascivious grin. She got the fly open and reached in, wrapping her hand around his cock. "Oh," she said. "Oh, yes, indeed."

Chapter 42

I hadn't had my cock sucked by a twenty-year-old in almost a decade, and now this was the second time in a week.

Beautiful Tori smiled up at me, resting her teeth on the shaft just below the ridge of my cock head, the tip of her tongue teasing the bottom of the head. The big fake rabbit ears weren't my thing, but the rest of her-

"God," I groaned.

She took a bit more in her mouth, down to where her hand was firmly wrapped around the base, and slowly pulled back until just the head was between her lips again.

It wasn't really fair to think of her as the 'beautiful one' of the three college coeds at the table - Rhia was very pretty as well with her innocent look despite her filthy mind and desires, and Elyse was quirky-pretty in that way that matched her somewhat tomboy personality. But Tori really was just plain gorgeous.

She suckled on the head of my cock for a moment and then slid her lips back down in another slow suck in. On the way back up she used her hand to jerk my shaft.

"Do you like that, Big Red?" she asked with a grin, letting my cock leave her mouth completely.

"Ungh," I grunted, affecting Big Red's slightly dopey tone of voice again. "Yes, I do, Jade."

"Good," she said, that grin getting a little wider as I continued to let her remain in control, trying to stick with what she'd explicitly asked for in her consent letter. She wanted to be the aggressor, to build her confidence in this realm of her life. So I didn't run my fingers through her hair and take hold like I wanted. I kept my hips still, not pushing forward. I didn't tell her what to do with those pretty lips of hers. I let her do it.

And boy, did she do it.

To either side of the table, the other two girls were wide-eyed as they watched. Rhia was leaning back in her hair, both of her lips curled in between her teeth as her hands drifted under her 'chainmail' crop top and teased her breasts. I could see the underswell of them in that position and wanted to get my hands on them. Meanwhile, Elyse, opposite her, had pushed back from the table a little and had her legs crossed firmly, both hands gripping her bare shin hard. I had no doubt that I could have ordered her to grind her pussy against the corner of the table and she would havejumped to do it, but I had a feeling Tori wouldn't be the only one of them finding a way to explore this new dynamic.

Jade sped up her ministrations on Big Red, working his big tool with vigour and gusto. For his part, Big Red mostly grunted and leaned back against the grass inside the adventurer's tent, letting out the occasional, "Oh, Jade, dat feels so good." She really didn't havethat much experience doing this with humans, but it seemed to work the same as with her own people so her little tricks seemed to work well.

When Big Red's grunts became longer groans, Jade knew the big man was getting close to his orgasm so she sped up the hand jerking his cock near the base and focused her lip work on his cock head. This spiked pleasure through Big Red and, even though he'd been a good boy through things so far, his hands shot forward and wreathed into Jade's hair.

"So close," he grunted. "Just keep- ungh, yeah-"

Tori looked up at me, her eyes pinched in delight as she slurped on the crown of my cock and pumped my shaft with a spit-slick grip. Her other hand snuck up and grazed against my balls, then took them gently and felt how they were constricting and pulling in. She knew I was about to blow, and she just kept sucking.

My orgasm rolled through me from feet to head, my body arching a little in my seat and my hips wanting to shift forward andthrust, but the position with Tori and her hand stroking my cock kept me from actually pushing deeper into her mouth. The release had me gritting my teeth and four thick shots of cum erupted out of me, and Tori gamely took the first three right into her mouth, sucking them right out of me, before she pulled away on the last with her mouth already full. That last splurt of cum hit her chin and neck as she laughed through her full mouth and tried to swallow while still jerking me. Another few releases of cum oozed out of me and onto her hand until I was done and let out a long, drawn out and relaxed sigh. Tori, her mouth empty from swallowing, released my cock and licked the cum from her hand as the corners of her mouth turned up in a dirty smile. She watched my reaction and my grin must have been what she was looking for because she winked at me.

"You were right," she said, turning to look over her shoulder at Elyse. "Hedoes taste good."

That got a chuckle out of Elyse, and a "Good!" out of Rhia.

Tori turned back to me and took a breath, then relaxed back into her Jade persona. "How was that Big Red?" she asked, going back to stroking his tool lightly.

"Amazing, Miss Jade," he groaned. "Do you want me to make you feel special again, too? Because I'd like to feel specialover andover."

"Hmmhmm," she chuckled. "I would, but not right now, OK? If we do it too much all at once, it won't feelas special anymore because it'll be normal. Does that make sense?"

"No, but yes I guess," Big Red answered with a grumble.

Jade let go of him and stood up, starting to fix her pants. They were still down, hanging from one ankle, and Big Red got another look at her pussy before it was hidden away. She saw him looking and grinned, slowing her re-dressing to let the look linger a little longer before she was finally covered again. "I think it's time to put Little-Big Red away now, Big Red," she teased.

"Oh, right," Big Red said and pulled up his breeches and started to lace them. "Um, when do you think we can do this again, Jade?"

"I'll let you know, OK?" Jade said. "You just make sure to tell your family that we are a thing, yeah? Because I don't want any other Red Bronson's trying to get the same out of me - you and me as the special ones. They can find their own people to feel good with."

"Sounds good, Miss Jade," he grinned. "I better get back to that game of Stones. We left at a really good part!"

Jade saw him off, ushering him out of the tent, and then sat back with a heavy sigh and a grin. Alliance, at least through Big Red and his encouraging brothers and cousins, was successfully established.

"Nice work," Rhia said, pulling us back out of the scene as it ended. "There's no way those guys piss off Big Red by siding against us, and if wedo get into a public issue again Big Red will probably jump in to help."

"That's the plan," Tori grinned. She'd stood up and went to her seat but hadn't sat down again yet.

"Now, I think, is a good time for a quick break," I said. "Tori, how about we get you cleaned up and you and I go get some beers, hm?"

"Sure," Tori said with a smile.

I followed her out into the hall, Elyse calling after us, "No fucking in the garage, we want to watch!" That got a cackle out of Rhia.

Motioning Tori towards the kitchen, I grabbed a sheet of paper towel from the roll on the counter and gently wiped the congealing cum from her chin and neck. This had me standing close to her, and she needed to tilt her chin up to let me see I got everything.

"That was-" she started, but stopped and shook her head, clearly unable to find the words.

"I know," I said, pulling her into a hug. She wrapped her arms around me and squeezed me back.

"Thanks for giving me a fucking fantastic orgasm," she said into my chest.

"Right back at you," I said, and we both chuckled. When we separated I grabbed her a glass and filled it with water, letting her rinse out her mouth and then spit into the sink. I was well aware that my diet helped my cum taste 'good,' compared to others, but no one wanted cum-breath near them. Once she'd drunk the second half I took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"Why does that seem like a pensive breath?" she asked, setting the glass down and raising her eyebrow.

"Because it is," I said. "The next scenes are going to get... complicated. And I need to know if you want to help."

"What are you thinking?" she asked.

So I gave her the option of what her next fill-in role could be. And it put a grin right back on her lips that I couldn't help but kiss before we finally headed to the garage to grab their beers.

Chapter 43

Rolf had been gone from the alehouse for almost twenty minutes, leaving Renee and Olivia to worry that their plan was backfiring somehow. Olivia continued to ply the 'upper' members of the Risen Wolf gang with booze and her charm during that time, while Renee brooded mysteriously, cutting through the conversation occasionally to say something ominously 'fortune teller-y' so she could keep up her appearances.

When the lieutenant of the gang finally returned, he wove his way through the alehouse tables and benches, the crowds of other bandits parting for him. He went straight to Renee, leaning down to speak to her quietly.

"Lady Shadow, the Houndsfang will meet with you," he said. "You can find him in the shelter next door. But... you better be telling the truth. Some say he can sniff out lies like a hog hunting truffles. I think it's more like a bloodhound with the scent."

"Well, then," Renee said, her accent strong and exotic, lending an air to her 'mysterious' powers. "It is a good thing that I have no reason to lie."

Renee signalled to Olivia, and they both started to stand, but Rolf cleared his throat. "Ah, the Houndsfang will meet withyou, Lady Shadow. You, Olivia, will need to wait here."

The two adventurers made brief eye contact and communicated through a series of subtle shifts of their eyebrows before Renee nodded and stood fully. "Then I expect that you all will have another night of raucous revelry if you intend to keep your time with my bodyguard. Olivia, try not to embarrass these men too much with how you can outdrink them."

"It wouldn't be onpurpose," Olivia smirked good-naturedly at the men and women around the table. "They'll do it to themselves."

Renee left as the table roared their argument that Olivia certainly couldn't drinkone of them under the table, let alone all of them.

She made it out of the alehouse building without any issues, weaving past the guards keeping casual watch outside, and crossed the clearing to the one other standing structure in the entire camp. Where the alehouse was slightly round, this one was blocky and looked like it might have only been the base for an even larger building of some sort, but now it was of an equal height with the alehouse. There were two guards standing outside this door as well, both of the Risen Wolf Gang, and they seemed to know she was coming because one turned to lead her in.

The inside of the ancient structure seemed to be split in half, unlike the alehouse which was one cavernous room. The front half was where much of the Risen Wolf Gang seemed to be making their camp, almost treating it as a barracks. Bedding was lined up in neat rows, and things were relatively tidy compared to the state of the rest of the camp. The only thing missing were the bandits, but with it being mid-afternoon there were only a couple of them bedded down in a corner taking a nap.

A broad archway served as a door between the front and back half of the building, and they had hung up leather sheets rigged like curtains to keep the two separated. The bandit leading Renee in, or maybe just guarding to make sure she didn't rifle through the group's stuff, went straight to the leather 'door' and stuck his head through. "She's 'ere," he said.

Renee didn't hear him receive an answer, but the guard withdrew from the door and swept it partially open with an arm, his stony face impassive as he waved Renee through. She had to duck as she entered, and he dropped the leather hanging back into place as soon as she passed.

The back half of the building was much like the front, one big room that had served some unknown purpose centuries ago. The floor, unlike the alehouse or the outer room, showed smooth paving stones instead of dirt that had built up and caked over the other two. It was dim inside, lit by a pair of braziers that let off a soft glow but set the corners of the room into deep shadows.

Not a problem for Renee. The shadows were her home, and her friends.

The only realfeature of the dark space was the wooden throne that had been dragged in there. It was impossible to know if it had been there for a decade, or a century, or had just been dragged in by the Risen Wolf Gang days ago, but the thing was big and heavy, sitting in the middle of the floor. Alexander Houndsfang was lounging on the throne, slumped into it like a man used to the grandeur of his seat, dressed in a simple worn but relatively clean linen shirt, leather britches and boots.

He wasn't alone, however. Tora, the female lieutenant and Rolf's sister, was almost present and stood with a much more rigid posture, her hands behind her as she glared coldly at Renee as she approached.

"Rolf says that you and your bodyguards have been... overlooked," Houndsfang said. "He calls you 'Lady Shadow' and you've seemed to have convinced him that you are easily a match for Shinevra and her druid apprentices."

"Last I heard, you and your two companions were causingissues in camp," Tora grunted.

"Lord Houndsfang," Renee said, sweeping into a curtsy about ten feet from the throne, playing up her accent again. "Tora. My name is Renee de l'Ombre, and I am a shadow twister. I can call them, shape them, and send my little friends out." She raised a hand and, with a simple casting of prestidigitation, made shadows dance around her fingers like anti-sparks, a spray cloud of darkness. "It makes sense that sweet Rolf called me 'Lady Shadow,' and I do not mind it so much."

Alexander sat up in his chair a bit, leaning forward as he narrowed his eyes. They were a man's eyes but sent a cold chill up Renee's spine as if she were being examined by a predator. "You can do tricks," he said, his voice deep and rumbly. "But I've met charlatans who could do little magic tricks before. Most of them relied too much on tricks and not enough on the truth of their limitations. I'll need to see more than a little wiggle of your fingers to be impressed."

"I would have had no doubt," Renee said with an easy smile. "A demonstration is easy enough. Something tangible, yes? To show that my shadow arts have a... keen edge."

Rhia groaned at the table. "Are you going to waste a bigger spell just to prove yourself to him?"

"Well, how else am I supposed to do it?" Elyse asked, breaking character momentarily. "I'm alone in here, and Tora is guarding him. I can't just start blasting him and expect to get out of here. Especially because Jade is off suckin' dick."

Tori snorted, covering her smile with a hand. "Hey, don't blame me for this."

"Just... fine," Rhia said, waving her off. "This feels like a missed opportunity is all if you have to use up your magic on demonstrations."

"Fact-finding first," Elyse said. "Then blasting or assassination if it makes sense."

Renee ended up having both Houndsfang and Tora pull out their daggers and simultaneously toss them high into the air. She loosed her magic missiles, shadow darts streaking out from her hands in swirling arcs andpinging off both daggers. She was about to loose the third dart of her spell when Houndsfang moved like lightning, drawing another dagger from his sleeve and throwing it directlyat the sorceress.

I asked Elyse what her split-second reaction was and she stammered 'Shoot it, too' so I had her roll a spellcaster check to see if she could react and change her target for the spell time. She shook the die in her cupped hands, biting the inside of her cheek nervously, then let it roll.

"Fourteen," she said with a 'that's not bad' tone, "Aaand... plus my spellcasting modifier?"

"Yep," I nodded. "Charisma plus proficiency."

"Oh, that's good, twenty even!" Elyse said.

Renee's third magic missile came scooping out of her hands, flying straight at the dagger as time seemed to slow for a moment, the spinning blade a silver blur in the light from the braziers as it closed with the shadow dart. They struck each other withclang and the dagger was knocked backwards, clattering to the ground and skipping over the stones all the way back to the feet of the throne.

A moment later the other two daggers clanged as they hit the stone floor well back behind the throne in the darkness, having been knocked hard enough to reverse the direction of their flights.

"A less artful, more direct demonstration then," Renee said coldly. "I planned to make your knivesdance. But I think that should do. Now, I need a return demonstration, Lord Houndsfang. I can see that you have some power here; power over men at the fringes of the world. To call them, and make them behave like hunting hounds. You inspire fear in them, butfear is not so uncommon. I don't want to knowwhat your plans are, not until you are ready to share them, but I need you to convinceme why I should remain in this camp, where the hunting dogs snarl and nip at each other constantly. Why I should swear my powers toyour ambition, without even knowing how far that ambition can take you. So tell me about your ambitions, Alexander Houndsfang. Impress me."

"Daring," I said with a grin, nodding to Elyse. She blushed a little and fanned herself as she laughed at how ballsy she was being. "Alright," I continued. "You're going to need to give me your choice of a Deception, Diplomacy or Performance check... in a moment. First, we need to look back at the alehouse and Olivia..."

Chapter 44

"So, Miss Olivia," Tori said, affecting a somewhat silly manly voice. "What's it like bein' the bodyguard of a sorceress like that Lady Shadow?"

"Wait, Tori is playing Rolf?" Rhia asked, glancing at me.

"Well, what's your goal with Rolf?" I asked.

"Um, well... I guess I was planning on seducing him and trying to get information out of him that way," Rhia said. "Getting these guys drunk didn't work, so laid might."

"And I can't be in both scenes as they happen at the same time," I pointed out. Then I smirked a little. "I already gave Tori her character notes, she knows what to do."

Rhia chuckled and shrugged, then blew out a quick breath to get back into character as she turned to Tori.

"It's actually a lot of damn work," Olivia replied to Rolf. "Lots of travel, which has been fun for the most part. The occasional deadly encounter with a monster in the depths of some forgotten wilderness. The worst are the wizard duels though - can't do a whole lot when two sorcerers decide they don't like the look of each other's faces."

"Hm," Rolf grunted. "Sounds downright nasty."

"Downright is right," Olivie smirked. "What's it like being the second in command of a Gang like yours?"

"Heh," Rolf said. "Sounds about the same as what you put up with. Follow orders, march across the forest, get into a scrap with the Duke's men, or some merchant guard, and march back across the forest again. Keep these lunks from killin' each other in between. No wizard duels though."

"Hope it stays that way," Olivia grinned. "Do you boys... party, deep in the woods? More than this spot, this seems like a once in a blue moon situation."

"Oh, we have... the occasional, uh, thing," Rolf answered. "When we 'liberate' some good stock, ale or whiskey or mead. Things can get downrightfestive."

"That's what I like to hear," Olivia grinned. Then she sat forward in her seat, leaning toward Rolf and boldly putting a hand on her upper thigh. "I do enjoy a goodfestivity, don't you, Rolf?"

"Charisma check," I interrupted the scene.

"Not Diplomacy?" Rhia asked.

"This is more of a raw seduction, rather than a reasoned or emotional argument," I said. "Don't worry, the DC is lower to match."

Rhia rolled a fifteen total, and I gave Tori the pre-arranged signal.

Rolf leaned forward toward Olivia, bringing their faces closer together. "I do like afestivity now and then," he said. Then, more boldly and definitely more lewdly and direct than Olivia had been, he reached a hand up under her chainmail top and groped one of her breasts firmly.

Rhia let out an embarrassed snort as she tried not to giggle, and Tori didn't hide her grin as she palmed one of Rhia's big tits under her shirt.

"Alright, I think we can see where that is going," I said. "Elyse, roll your check."

Elyse rolled her die and it spun for a full three seconds as the girls all waited with bated breath before breaking into cheers.

Houndsfang was watching Renee after her declaration and demand, weighing what he'd seen and heard. Finally, he leaned back, still watching her with those predator's eyes as his voice rumbled in the dark of his throne room. "If it'sambition you seek, then you've found it," he said. "Ambition and knowing when to seize an opportunity. Myambition will make me Duke, and unless the King fails to stop the Dark Lord in the east and we all get swept into the End, I'll sit onhis throne too before I draw my last breath. In a week I'll take Duke Unger's castle, and along with it his widowed daughter - a widow I may have 'accidentally' created when I caught her husband hunting in the Owedswood two fortnights back. Then all I need to do is wait for Unger to return from court in the fall and I'll kill him on the road, leaving me the heir to the duchy."

"So a Duke, and eventually a King," Renee pondered, tapping her lips with a finger. "Backed by bandits and thieves. Unless you have me."

"Ihave Shinevra for her magics," Houndsfang said. "Even if she is a little... rough around the edges."

Renee gave Houndsfang a similar appraising look that he'd been giving her. She pursed her lips, then glanced at Tora before returning her eyes to Houndsfang. She unwrapped her belt from her robe and let it fall from her shoulders, revealing her lithe, thin nudity to him. "I am anything but rough around the edges, Lord Houndsfang," she said seductively.

Alexander eyed Renee's body hungrily, then glanced at Tora. "Out," he ordered his lieutenant.

"Alexa-"

"Out," he growled forcefully.

Tora sniffed in a breath, clearly wanting to argue but biting her tongue. She stomped across the room to the door, glaring at Renee as she went, and left.

Elyse had stood from her chair as she'd been describing what Renee was doing, and when Renee had disrobed so had Elyse. Watching the silk bathrobe fall from her shoulders and hips and slide to the floor had been erotic. Having the quirky blonde eyeing me with open sexual hunger had gotten my heart thumping and my cock tenting my shorts. Her nipples were hard little buds waiting to be played with, and her pussy already looked ready to go after she'd gotten visually teased and had been stewing on her consent letter and what was coming.

She approached me, and I shifted my chair away from the table a little so it was more like the standalone throne and assumed the same lounging position as Alexander was sitting in. Elyse got close, standing between my feet, her back straight as she looked down at me in all her glorious power.

"Yourambition suits you, Lord," she said as Renee. She leaned down slowly, bending at the waist as she brought her face close to mine. I expected her to kiss me, but she didn't - she drew in a long sniff through her nose, smelling my shoulder to my hair as she put her naked shoulder tantalisingly close to my lips. "Enough to make me think swearing my allegiance and my powers to you may just be the fate I've been hunting. But I cansmell the power about you, Lord. It hangs on you like a well-worn coat. So tell me what you are. Show me who youtruly are."

Alexander reached up and wrapped a hand around Renee's throughout, standing as he pushed her back until he was looming over her and she had to look up at him. "You think that's what you want, little sorceress," he rumbled. "But you don't know what you're asking for."

"I think I do," Renee said, her hands finding the laces of his leather britches and starting to undo them. "I've had my suspicions since I set foot in this camp."

He growled wordlessly as he turned her around, still holding her by the throat as he pressed against her from behind, leaning down to whisper in her ear. "This will not be gentle."

"I never asked for a gentle beast," Renee answered.

I looked up from Elyse, holding her in my arms as we acted out the scene, to Tori and Rhia. The two of them had been watching with rapt attention, but that wasn't all. Tori had both hands under Rhia's shirt now, filling her palms with the brunette's tits, and when I made eye contact with her and nodded she blinked and realised it was her turn.

"What do you say we take a break from the alehouse, find somewhere for aprivate party," Rolf said to Olivia.

"Aw, are you shy?" Olivia shot back, grabbing his wrists and pulling them out from under her chainmail. "Do better than that, Rolfy."

Tori smirked and rolled her eyes.

"Get that fine ass off that bench, woman," Rolf said. "I'm taking you to a tent and fucking your brains out."

"Little bit much, but I like the sentiment," Olivia smirked, standing up.

Rolf, with a hand clamped on her wrist possessively like he might need to fight two or three other bandits in the room for the right to bed Olivia, led her out of the alehouse and out around the two central ruins and into the small camp right beside the main barracks house the Risen Wolf Gang were using. He had a tent there, apparently, and he pulled back the flap and graciously bowed, inviting her in.

"Why thank you, good sir," Olivia said playfully, entering the tent and turning around as she pulled off her top.

Rhia freed her breasts, not that they had exactly been 'confined' since they were braless under the crop top. Her nipples were already hard and standing out in cute little points, and she bit her lower lip excitedly as she glanced at where Elyse and I were watching, Elyse still in my arms as I held her throat lightly in one hand, my other resting on her stomach as she leaned back against me, enjoying the physical touch.

"Time out, one second," Tori said. She and Rhia had gotten up from their chairs as the characters left the alehouse, and now she skipped around the table and glanced at me. "This one?" she asked. I nodded, and she opened up the bottom drawer on the cupboard to find one of the stashes of sex toys that I kept there for the Game. She pulled out the one I'd told her about and stood up, shucking off her pants quickly so she could put it on.

"Oh, shit," Elyse laughed. "A strap-on?" She looked back up at me. "You own a strap-on?"

"You never know what strange confrontations might happen in a sex-filled fantasy setting," I said. "There's actually two in there, though I only bought the one. I actually only bought maybe a quarter of everything in there; the players from my other game that is like this purchase things that look 'interesting' every once in a while."

"Oh my God, are those Bad Dragons?" Elyse asked, looking into the drawer.

I nudged it shut with a foot. "No peeking, it'll ruin future surprises."

She looked back at me again and stuck out her lip in a playful pout, then snicked. "Fair."

"OK, I need help with this," Tori said, struggling with the unfamiliar harness.

I let go of Elyse and knelt next to Tori, helping her get her legs in the holes and then cinching it tight. Maybe it was breaking the 'scenes' but I took the opportunity while I was down there to give her ass a playful kiss and then blow a raspberry on it, making her laugh and the other two snort and grin. As I stood up, once she was fully harnessed, I gave her a quick kiss and a wink. "Have fun."

"You too," she grinned. She went back to Rhia, and I went back to Elyse, wrapping my arms around the blonde again but not putting my hand on her neck again yet.

Tori stood back in front of Rhia, now sporting an 8" natural-looking dildo dangling from the front. She cleared her throat and then pretended to take off a pair of pants before wrapping a hand around the dildo and whirling it like a propeller for a moment.

"I think this is where the party starts, little miss Paladin," Rolf grunted.

"It just might be," Olivia said, stepping forward and wrapping her hand around the knob of the man's surprisingly big cock. She leaned in and kissed him firmly, her breasts pressing against his shirt-clad chest.

He raised his hands and put them on her shoulders. "Knees," he grunted. "Get me ready."

Olivia raised an eyebrow and then put her hands onhis shoulders. "Knees," she ordered him. "Getme ready first."

I sighed, neither of the girls wanting to give way. "OK, roll off," I said. "Straight roll. Whoever is lower gets on their knees."

Both of them broke apart, giggling as they went to get their dice.

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