Having Fun is a Free Action

"So," said the GM, handing the sheet of paper across the tabletop, "do you have any questions?"

Sam took the character sheet with a thin smile. "I'm good," she said. "Simon gave me the basics. I'm the front line, right? Heavy armour, self-healing, drawing aggro, that sort of shit?"

The round table resounded with polite, surprised laughter.

Sam was aware that her vibe didn't tie naturally to the table-top roleplaying hobby, unlike her little brother. Simon had held tight to his most beloved dice-based pastime from middle school all the way up to University, and to this day dressed in nerd-typical baggy blacks with a thick pair of glasses.

Whereas Sam, two years his senior, had followed her flatmates out one night during Fresher's Week to the West End's bar and club scene and never looked back. Her idea of a good time these days was drinking too many happy hour cocktails, making a scene on the dancefloor and then following some boy home to suck his dick and sleep in his bed. The world of dice and wyrms and oubliettes was now little more than a hazy, summer memory, running her brother's classmates through orc-infested gauntlets and up into the tower abodes of mad wizards. A time long gone, now almost forgotten.

So it had been a surprise when Simon had called her up two nights ago with a proposition. He was taking the train out to see a friend on the coast who needed some one-to-one support, and that meant missing his regular game night. And since their campaign had left off on a cliffhanger last session and they couldn't run the game with just two players, and since Sam surely still knew the rules, she could fill in for him and keep the momentum running. It was a free night for her, and Sam's weak spot had ever been her little brother's beaming smile. So, rolling her eyes and insisting on payback to come, she had agreed.

"Just remember," the little twat had said, "try not to kill my character! He's very special!"

Sam had done her best to temper her usual provocative, nightclub wardrobe tonight to not unduly frighten the nerds. Her cotton t-shirt only barely revealed the contours of her bra beneath and the cheeky peek of her midriff, which was modest by her standards. But the heat of the summer still necessitated a little skin, and her athletic shorts came up the plump flesh of her thighs and left her legs and feet bare. She'd tied her blonde-dyed hair up into a sensible tail with a black band of elastic, and she'd forgone all but a touch-up of cosmetics on her lips and around her eyes.

Sitting beside her at the round game table was Kat, a girl Simon's age and the party's Conjurer. She wore black-rimmed glasses and a large, black t-shirt with a heavy metal logo, classic nerd. But the way the brunette wore her big shirt off one shoulder was a dynamic look that suited her. Sam wondered whether that choice was due to the heat, or whether it was for someone else's benefit.

Then there was Chris, a slim lad in a navy-blue polo shirt who played the group's Pyromancer. His neat, dark hair and cleanly shaven face suggested he'd taken some time on his appearance tonight, and Sam scanned his lithe limbs and graceful gait and decided he must have been a personal trainer at the local gym, or something like that.

And then there was the Game Master. Luke was older than the rest of the table, having graduated from Uni about two years back. He apparently worked for some accounting firm in the city, which was where he'd just come from judging by his white dress shirt and loose necktie. He was tall, his shape soft with the early-onset fat that beset so many boys moving into their late twenties. But his silver glasses and blond hair decorated a pleasant, welcoming smile. A good smile for a GM.

Luke's flat was the setting for their game, and rightly so, since he had everything a good roleplaying session needed. Plenty of dice stored in a hefty jar, a big map cut into hexagons that covered the table, and a well-stocked kitchen pantry. He stood from his seat as he set up the coming battle on the blank arena, scattering foreign-looking silver coins on his side of the map to represent the monstrous horde coming to slay them.

"Hey," said Sam, leaning towards Kat and running her eyes down the girl's neatly labelled character sheet. "What Companion Spirits did you pick at level four?"

"Oh, um, skeletons," replied Kat with a shy smile. "I thought, since you get a lot of them..."

"Good shout." Sam winked. "Good for the action economy."

"You really have played this game before," chuckled Chris.

"Bitch, I've run this game before! S-Sorry," Sam amended. "Sorry about my language. I'm a lot worse than my brother, aren't I? I don't mean it. I'll be good."

"It's important that everyone at the table feels free to be themselves," said Luke, sitting back in his chair with a magnanimous smile. "If that means swearing like a sailor, Sam, then you go for it. It just means we're seeing a side of Henrick the Paladin that doesn't normally come out."

"Respect," said Sam. Another point for Luke - that was a good attitude for a GM to have.

"Now, do you remember where we all left off?"

"The doors to the feasting hall had opened," recited Chris with a wide, actor's smile that showed off his teeth. "Beyond, a mass of goblin-looking warriors in... I think you said plated armour? And they had swords and those poles with the hooks on, and shields too. They were taller than the goblins we'd fought before."

Sam folded her arms on the tabletop. "You've not seen hobgoblins before?"

"We've seen, um, those hairier ones?" said Kat, touching at her glasses. "I think they're called... b-buggaboos?"

Sam covered a snigger with one hand. 'Buggaboos.' That was cute.

"Well, the key thing with hobs is to not let them form ranks," she told her party members. "They get a buff on their damage when they fight next to a friend. Better we find ways to cut them off from each other, take them out one by one."

"Henrick is fucking smart tonight!" laughed Chris. "This doesn't sound like that meathead's idea of a strategy at all!"

"Maybe there's a good reason for that," said Luke. "Maybe Henrick gets serious around hobgoblins specifically."

"Yeah, I'm making this my brother's canon!" Sam grinned. "When Henrick was a kid, his childhood sweetheart got dragged off by hobgoblins and thrown in a cookpot. And though he's..." She read from Simon's sheet directly. "Though he's 'kindly and compassionate to all forms of life,' that doesn't mean fucking hobs. No mercy for those green twats."

"Perfect," said Luke. "That's fantastic."

Sam looked up from her sheet and met his gaze. Luke's eyes were glittering with pride behind the lenses of his glasses, and his smile was warm. Interesting. Sam reflected the smile with one of her own and then curved her spine a little more on her chair so that her boobs were resting on her arms. The GM's appreciation for her hot body would pay dividends in the battle to come, she could tell.

"Alright," he said, tearing his eyes off her with difficulty, "let's begin. The horde's first turn will be rushing into the antechamber. They're in ranks, just like Henrick warned. Then it's your go, Sam."

Sam nodded, then cracked her knuckles. "It's obvious, right? I rush the vanguard with my maul at the ready." She leant forward and grabbed Simon's unpainted figurine, a buff man in plate mail with a massive hammer held over his head, and planted it down in front of the closest coin-markers. "Any of these fuckers look different to the rest?"

"The one in the middle holds a yew staff instead of a sword," said Luke.

"He's dead," said Sam. "I attack him."

Grabbing the big die from the centre of the table, she rolled. Sam clicked her teeth as she counted up the scores on her sheet. She already knew the answer.

"Eight plus... five, plus two for Expert Warrior makes fifteen. And that won't hit."

"That won't... hit. Wow." Luke's head tilted when she answered for him. "How did you know that?"

Sam shrugged, folding her arms under her chest. "Plated armour, you said? That's usually a base score of fourteen. Add two for the shield and that's sixteen. They might even have a level of Unnaturally Tough if they're level eight."

"Remarkable." Luke licked his lips, a dreamy smile playing across his face.

Sam sat back and eyed her two party members, hoping to share a little smug satisfaction with them. Both of them were staring at the map, however, and their brows were creased with concern.

"Your hobgoblin shaman goes next," announced Luke. "He's going to level his staff at you, Henrick, and cast Dreadmoon Demise."

Kat and Chris groaned loudly in harmonious duet. When Sam blinked a wordless question their way, Kat grimaced.

"We failed to stop the summoning of the... the goblin god into our reality about eight sessions back," she said. "I can't remember the god's name. But because of that, his spellcaster followers all now have this new curse spell, and it's really bad."

"A curse?" Sam pursed her lips. "Good thing I've got a high Will then, isn't it?"

"Dreadmoon Demise is countered by Mind, not Will," said Chris, chewing a fingernail.

"You're shitting me." Sam glowered down at Henrick's numbers. His Will was decent, but his Mind was dire. "And what does it do?"

"It turns you into a worm."

"Fuck off! So, I'd be out of the fight?"

"Only if the caster doesn't decide to just step on you and kill you on his next turn," said Kat. "That was how my last Hermit died."

"Fuck." Sam's eyes raced down her character sheet. Why hadn't Simon told her his character had such an obvious, relevant vulnerability? "Fuck!"

She was going to have to tell Simon she let his character get turned into a worm and stepped on. Simon would forgive her, he was that sort of boy. But it would sting to have to see him try.

"So," Luke was saying, his smile kind but sad. "I'm going to ask you to roll Mind to-..."

"Wait!" Sam tapped her finger on Henrick's inventory as the idea sparked to life in her mind. It was a shit idea, but this game was all about manipulating situations to play to your strengths, not your weaknesses. She would do that now. "Wait, wait, wait! I've got this Mercurial Orb that lets me cast a spell as a counter-action instead of a full action three times a day, right? And by the way, that's way too powerful an artefact to give to a level eight group."

"Okay." Luke laughed, taking the jibe in his stride. "What do you want to cast?"

"Prayer."

"Prayer?"

"Yeah, I want to talk to God. It's not like any of my smite shit is going to help me right now. If anyone's going to get me out of this, it's Him, right? Maybe if I throw myself on His incredible mercy?"

Kat and Chris laughed, and Luke nodded, meeting her eyes. Did he get what she was asking? It was difficult to tell behind those glasses.

"Okay," said the GM. "As the yew staff aims your way, you reach out to God, and a voice from heaven-..."

"Not here!"

Luke blinked. "No?"

"Not in front of the heretics!" Sam grinned, rising from her seat. "Come on, let's go. You must have somewhere I can pray in private, right?"

"O-Oh. Right. Okay. Yes, this way."

Luke rose stiffly, a bemused frown across his brow, and led her away from the table. Sam followed on, leaving the curious whispers of the party behind.

---

Luke's bedroom contained a plethora of evidence that the man was a full-time geek. From the hanging scroll with its gorgeous depiction of a dragon curled around a stone tower, to the bookshelf full to bursting with dog-eared fantasy and sci-fi novels, to the shelving unit opposite the bed with its legion of plastic anime girls. The bed was big enough for two, though Sam hadn't seen tell of a partner anywhere in the flat, nor a wedding band on Luke's finger.

She stood before the GM, the door closed behind her, while he tried to work out what to do with his hands.

"O-Okay, so," he said. He cleared his throat. Then he put on a ridiculous, deep, ghostly voice, waving his hands in front of him like a fucking lemon. "My child!" he intoned. "You are in dire circumstances, I see! Pray tell, what boon might I-...?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Listen." Sam dismissed the man's gesticulation with a swipe of her hand. "Out of character for a sec. I want out of this Dickhead Demise situation, but I obviously don't know Simon's Paladin all that well, and I also don't want Simon locked in fucking holy servitude to his deity because of a choice I made for him."

"Okay," said Luke. "Fair."

"And I don't want to waste too much time here when there's a fight that should be going on. It's not fair on Kat and Chris."

"Right."

"So, here's the deal," said Sam, one hand on her hip. "You make it so I don't have to roll a fucking Mind save to stop being turned into a worm, and I'll wank you off right now."

Luke went stiff as a board. He stared at her through the lenses of his glasses. "What?"

"I'm good," she said with a ready grin. "Lots of guys can attest that I'm good. And I'm not asking for you to break the fucking game. Just overlook my not knowing about the fucking worm spell once, and I'll make you cum. It's a good deal, Luke."

The GM licked his lips. He turned his head left and right, but he didn't seem able to take his eyes off hers. Sam took a slow step forward when he didn't say anything further.

"You gonna say no?"

Luke chuckled. He had a nice smile, Sam realised anew. The GM shrugged his shoulders with a great heave of his arms. "No."

"Good. Come here, then."

Sam wasn't a tall girl, her lips only coming up to Luke's chest. She stepped into his space and ran her fingernails down the softness of his tummy over his starchy work shirt. Her fingers caught in his belt.

"I'm not playing around," she whispered. "I'm serious about getting back to the game. So I won't be pulling my punches. Okay?"

"Okay," he hissed into her hair.

"You're gonna cum nice and quick for me, you hear?"

"Yes." He kissed her crown. "I'm sure I will."

Sam placed her hand over the swell growing between his legs. Then she handled his zip. Luke's boxers had a convenient flap at the front, so she fished his cock out of his clothes with ease, fingers tight around the shaft to keep his sensitive skin from catching on any trouser metal. Fully erect as he was now, he was a good length, proportional to his height. A prominent vein worked its way under his skin, pulsating with pent-up tension. Holding his rigid erection tight near the base with one hand, Sam took his swollen head in her other and began to caress him. Up in her hair, the hot, wet sound of his breathing.

Sam began to rub. Normally, she liked to tease and play with a boy before getting fully into the swing of things, but they were on a deadline. So, she braced herself around his base with her fingers, feeling the soft curls of his pubic hair on her knuckle, and pumped him vigorously with her grip. Luke's hands came down onto her shoulders and began to knead her.

"Yeah!" he grunted. "O-Oh, yeah!"

Sam smiled. Always nice to know you were appreciated. And a nerdy boy like Luke had probably never had it this good before. Not from a pro like Sam, at any rate. Leaning her lips against his chest and idly toying with the buttons of his shirt with her teeth, Sam worked his shaft with quick, powerful motions. She rolled her body against the needy thrusting of his hips. When the head of his cock, slick with precum, rubbed against the grey cotton of her shirt, Sam quickly lifted the hem and tucked him under her clothing so that he was instead staining her skin.

Above her head, Luke's groaning was growing sharp and jagged. His fingers twitched, tugging against her bra strap over her shirt. He was close. And as the momentum of their mutual juddering carried him towards climax, Sam allowed her masturbating hands to move on their own accord, letting her mind wander.

Simon must never find out, she promised herself. He must never find out that I desecrated the sanctity of his game by hand-fucking his GM.

But then, she frowned. "Hey."

"U-Uh?" grunted Luke.

"Quick question. What God does Henrick follow, anyway? I'd been assuming Sol or something, but..."

Luke gasped between merciless pumps of her wrist. "C-C-... Cer-...!"

"Cernunnos? The nature God? I should have gotten that myself." Sam smiled, her little puzzle solved. "Henrick's got Entangling Tendrils unmemorised on his arcane skills list, doesn't he? He'll be getting ten Hit Points back each turn starting next level, the lucky twat. I should tell him to swap from a maul to a scythe if he can find one, that way he can-..."

Gripping her shoulders tightly, Luke came. He muffled his climax in her hair and thrust madly against her tummy as a great flow of cum splattered against her belly button and dribbled into the elastic of her shorts. Sam laughed as she did her best to stem the flow with a cupped palm around his throbbing head, but the slick substance still trickled through her fingers and dripped onto her bare feet.

"Nice," she said, milking the last of him with a tug of her fingers. "A pragmatic boy like you will have some tissue nearby, right? Let's clean you up."

"Oh, fuck..." Luke was swaying on his feet. His lips kissed her hair, and his hands stroked her shoulders.

"And then," said Sam, grinning all the while, "I'm gonna fucking murder all of your hobgoblins."

---

Twenty minutes into the battle, and the tide was turning against them.

"The goblin with the scimitar takes a swing at Meribelle," announced Luke with a grave grimace, then he rolled the die. "Plus three makes a fourteen."

Kat hid behind her hands. "That's a hit."

"Dealing six damage and increasing your Grievous Wound to second level."

The girl moaned. "I'm out cold!"

"And the bleeding will kill you outright next turn, I'm afraid." Luke shook his head. "You need healing. Henrick, you're next?"

Sam clicked her tongue. "I gotta heal her. Nobody else can."

"That means moving out from the front line," said Chris, one hand in his hair. His eyes were wide and plaintive. "You'll be taking attacks from three of the goblins when you turn your back on them."

"D-Don't worry about me!" said Kat with a brave smile. "I've not had Meribelle for very long, anyway. I can make a new character."

"I'm more worried about your skeletons fucking off when you die," said Sam. "Which opens up the flank and puts Pyro Keyth in trouble. We kinda need you, girl. It's fine. I've got the armour and the health to take three hits." She reached out and pulled her little man over towards the fallen Conjurer. "I move and heal with Resounding Touch."

"Three attacks from the goblins..." Luke rolled his die three times. "One critical for twelve damage."

"Fine." Sam erased fifty-three on Henrick's health and replaced it with forty-one. "Now, give me those eights so I can-..."

"The one that hit you was one of the goblins with a catchpole, I'm afraid." Luke's lips twisted like he was chewing on a lime. "You can't move until you properly free yourself."

"The fuck?" Sam slapped her own forehead with one hand. "That's my action gone! The one I was gonna use to heal!"

Beside her, Kat laid a hand on Sam's arm. "It's fine, really."

But Sam's eyes were on Luke. The GM was checking something in the notes he had hidden behind his laptop screen, but he realised she was glowering at him a moment later. He blinked, sitting back in his chair as if pushed by an invisible force, or the Gust of Wind spell.

Sam cast him a grim smile. "I use my counter-action to cast Prayer," she hissed.

---

"Catchpoles? Really?" Sam slammed the door behind her, and the noise made Luke jump. "Didn't you say these hobgoblins came from a feasting hall? Why'd so many of them bring catchpoles to fucking dinner, eh? What were they eating, a fucking giraffe?"

Luke raised his hands in defence. "I'm sorry," he said with just a flash of an unrepentant smile. "I thought it would make for a fun fight."

Sam folded her arms tight below her chest. But she did have to admit, the puzzle was entertaining her. As the group's single front line fighter, she was having to work her positioning to defend both allies at once, all the while coordinating her strikes with Kat's little squad of skeletons and magic damage from Meribelle and Keyth. They weren't even half-way through the session, and her brain was aching like she'd just run it through a routine at the gym. Fuck, had she missed this?

"Whatever," said Sam, shrugging her shoulders. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were making things hard on purpose to get me to pray to you some more. But you didn't want this fight to be easy, respect."

"Thanks," said Luke with a relieved smile.

"Now, get your cock out. Diminishing returns and all that, so I gotta suck it for you this time, right?"

"O-Oh, you don't have to-..."

"Hey, shh." Approaching him, Sam placed her finger on his lips. "We gotta get back in there quick so the momentum doesn't run out. No complaints."

Luke's wide eyes softened, and he smiled that cute smile of his around her finger. "No complaints," he agreed.

Sam knelt on the carpet in front of him and reached up to undo his work trousers. She'd need a little more flexibility than when she wanked him off, so she unclasped his belt and pulled the trousers and boxers both down to his knees. Luke's cock was thick and mighty, no less diminished from her earlier treatment. The scent of cum about it was sinful, tantalising.

Sam wriggled forwards on her knees, wrapping her hand once more around the base of his erection for stability. She investigated the throbbing member's length with pecking kisses of her lips, noting and memorising the bobbing reactions of the organ under her care. Luke grunted as she prepared herself, and he brought one hand down into her hair, raking her with his fingers. Sam rewarded him with a cheeky squeeze of his balls.

She had to remind herself not to play with him too long. After a long lick up his length, ending with a swirl around his head for good measure, Sam parted her lips and slipped him inside. She ran Luke's cock up the rough muscle of her tongue, deep towards the back of her throat. She engulfed him until her lips pressed up against her hand's grip on his shaft, and she sucked.

"Fuck!" groaned Luke. When Sam peeked up at him through her eyelashes, she saw that he was covering his mouth with one hand to keep from making too much noise. "Oh... fuck!"

Spurred on by his pleasure, Sam began to bob her head back and forth. She slurped on Luke as she coated him in saliva, tugging on his flesh with her pursed lips. She ran her tongue over that throbbing vein of his and learned its path. She could feel his warmth suffusing hers, his taste mingling with hers.

Then, she looked up again. Up at the tall man she was fellating. She was meant to be praying, right? Funny. If this was what prayer entailed, maybe Sam would have gone to church a long time ago.

As she worked, her muscles once again falling into an automatic, familiar pattern, Sam stared up at Luke. She allowed herself to fantasise. Herself as the supplicant priestess, bowing before her God. And Luke, her GM, the nature deity Cernunnos. Regal and majestic, upright and kingly, wreathed in the leaves of his forest kingdom. The fuzz of a stag on his ungulate legs and a proud crest of sharp bone protruding from his temple. His thick, bestial, deer dick humping her mouth with primitive hunger, and she sucking worshipfully on his penetrating flesh. The God peeked between his fingers as Sam continued to suck Him, and He grinned.

"Are you laughing at me?"

Sam pulled herself off his cock with a broad smile. She rubbed Luke with her hands and her saliva as she talked. "Never."

"No?"

"I'm just imagining you with a big, fuck-off pair of antlers."

Luke's teeth flashed between his lips. "You into that?"

"I'm just roleplaying, mate. Don't get too excited."

"But you do it so well." Luke's eyes rolled back in his head as Sam engorged him between her lips once again. "Ah... So well! But maybe the God of Nature doesn't suit you as much as someone else in the Pantheon."

"Mmm?" she asked around his cock.

"M-Maybe you'd prefer to worship... V-Venus? Goddess of F-Fertility?"

A smack of her lips as Sam briefly relinquished him. "Doesn't have a dick."

"Alright..." Luke laughed as she fucked him with her mouth. His sigh was a croaking, groaning song of joy. "Alright. Let the Deer God bless you, then..."

Luke ran his hand along the back of her head and took her hair between his fingers. Sam was impressed that he didn't just grab a clumsy handful of hair. Instead, the GM knotted her long ponytail around his palm into a loose braid, then held her tight and steady at the base of her skull. When he began to pull her faster against his cock, if felt comfortable to obey. Maybe she'd been wrong about this nerdy boy being inexperienced. Sam began to moan as he used her mouth for his pleasure.

"Yes!" Luke gasped. "Oh, yes! O-O-Oh... yes!!"

Suddenly, both hands were in her hair. Luke held Sam's head as he pumped a load of cum down her throat, and Sam hummed with pride as she drank it in. She took him onto the tip of her tongue and shovelled him into her gullet. And long moments later, as she felt Luke's pulse slowing between her lips, Sam slid her face off his cock and opened her mouth wide to show him how well she'd done. Luke's fingers played in her hair as he beamed a warm, satisfied smile upon her.

"Now," said Sam, kissing his cock with her wet lips, "back to the game?"

---

"How's Keyth getting on with that Devastation spell?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, it's ready," Chris replied. His eyes were narrow, almost closed, as if he was willing himself into the body of his Pyromancer character. "I meditated last turn, remember, so I've got the mana to spare."

"Oh, yeah?" Sam blinked. "I must have missed that."

Sitting back on her seat, Sam brought her hands up to her cheeks and lightly slapped them. She was letting herself get distracted, and that wouldn't do. Not with the enemy weakened but still upright, her allies exhausted and bloody. Sam had to concentrate. Concentrate. Concentrate!

She licked at the insides of her own mouth and picked up another taste of Luke. Her eyes shot up across the table towards the GM, only to find him nodding along with Kat's turn, his mind fully in the game. He wasn't getting distracted by thoughts of sex at all. He was a good GM.

Whereas Sam had a problem. The battle had been progressing for another twenty-five minutes since her last prayer, and in that time, Henrick the Paladin had been beset by a cavalcade of vicious stabs and swings from the hobgoblin horde. Most had bounced harmlessly off his plate mail, but there were many of them, and they occasionally got lucky. Her sheet was messy with crossed-out numbers as Henrick was inched towards death by a thousand paper cuts.

And each time the goblins got between his plates and tasted his blood, Sam experienced a little jolt of excitement. Each tiny step towards a need for divine intervention made her belly flare with carnal hunger. She had her elbow up on the table now, one finger between her lips like Luke's cock had been earlier tonight. Her other hand had snuck between her thighs below the tabletop, fingers creeping up the leg of her shorts and into the shameful wetness beyond. Tickling at her throbbing clit. It was a wonder she wasn't moaning.

The fact that Luke didn't seem to be suffering as she was made that ache all the more distracting.

Suddenly, his eyes were on her. Sam's finger slipped off the mound of her clitoris and danced accidentally around the rim of her pussy.

"M-Mhmm?" she groaned.

"It's your go, Henrick," said Luke with a sly smile. Did he know what he'd done to her?

Shaking her head to dislodge thoughts of dicks, Sam straightened her posture, wiping her slick fingertips on the inside of her thigh and placing them on the table.

"Oh, look at that." She counted the silver coins in their rough circle at the centre of the map. "That's a fifteen, twenty, twenty-five foot sphere of hobgoblins. Perfect for Devastation. Is Keyth good to go?"

"Not really, Sam," sighed Chris.

Sam scowled down at the little wizard miniature near the back of the arena. He had a friend, a single silver coin placed right beside him.

"How the fuck did he get there?" Sam demanded. "I thought our right flank was defended! Didn't we have a skeleton shoring up that side of the fight?"

"S-Sorry, Sam," said Kat. "Bonesy got his head cut off."

"He'd only taken, what, twelve points of damage? And he's immune to bleeding!"

"They only have twelve hit points..."

"You sure? At level eight?"

"T-Technically, I'm only a level seven Conjurer," the brunette said, adjusting her specs and not meeting Sam's eyes. "I bought a level of Thief as well."

"Oh." Sam sighed. "Oh, sure. For the Quick Hands ability, I get it. Well, fuck. You can't cast Devastation with an enemy in strike range, can you?"

"Not at all." Chris ran a hand through his hair and then slid it over his face, covering his eyes. "I'm toast."

Sam leaned in close to the map. She chewed on her tongue. Now, this was a real puzzle. How could she make the difference?

A jolt of sweet lightning in her belly as she had another one of her shit ideas.

"I can move five, ten feet to get in range of your friend," she said. "Then... I can forgo my attack to grab him. Shouldn't be difficult."

"Yeah?" Luke's voice was a breathless, fascinated whisper.

She rolled. "Twenty-two, easy fucking peasy. Then I can move with him another fifteen, twenty, twenty-five, thirty feet, to here. Depositing the fucker right on the edge of the Devastation."

"But Sam..." Chris said, his eyes creased above his hand. "That ends your turn right in the middle of the blast zone!"

She looked up and met Luke's wide eyes. "Oh well," she said.

"How much health do you have?" asked Kat.

Thirty-one. "Enough," said Sam, covering the number on her sheet with her hand.

Luke licked his lips, and she couldn't help but grin with pride. Now he was distracted, just as she was.

"Well, if you're sure. Keyth... casts Devastation." Chris rolled a handful of sixes onto the table. "That's... five, ten, twelve... eighteen... twenty-five points of fire damage. Yikes."

Kat gasped, and Luke breathed in through his nose.

"It's enough to wipe out the hobgoblins in one blow," he said. "But how's Henrick?"

Sam turned over her sheet. "He's in trouble. He's going to have to... ask for help."

"Then we'd better go and work out the details," said Luke.

"Uh-huh. After you."

---

"Oh, fuck!" Sam groaned. "Oh, Jesus! Yes!"

"Y-You're so tight!" Luke grimaced beneath her. "You're... so fucking hot!"

Sam had mounted her GM on his bed. Luke's thick cock was once more out of incarceration and was penetrating her pussy through one leg of her little shorts. Beside the bed, the drawer containing his rubbers was still open, and Sam had experienced another moment of re-evaluation. He had a big box of the things, and it was half-way empty. And he was a good lay, it turned out. He'd known just how to angle himself to hit the g-spot inside her.

Sam had Luke's necktie wrapped around her wrist and was tugging it like a leash as she rode him. Luke was squeezing her waist with one hand, and his other had slipped up inside her shirt where it had pulled one nipple free of her bra and was thumbing it with gusto.

"Mmm... Ah-ah-ah!!" Sam's eyelids fluttered as she fucked him. "Oh, yeah!"

She could feel him deep inside her, rubbing at her insides as she bounced on him. His hair was tousled where he'd been writhing against his pillow, and his glasses were askew on his nose. She'd make him cum in no time. But he was cute, and she liked the grunting noises he was making with his lips. And besides, the fight outside was all but over. She could take her time.

Luke growled with frustration as she slowed her bouncing. Sam grinned down at her partner and tightened her pull on his necktie. She giggled when he tried to hump his hips upwards and penetrate her deeper, only to be pinned down onto the mattress by her weight, fully engorged in her pussy.

"We fucking annihilated your hobgoblins," she crowed, wriggling left and right in teasing motions on his cock. "We beat you."

His hand squeezed her breast, and he bared his teeth up at her. "You did... so fucking well!"

"You're not bitter?"

"Why should I be?" Luke laughed. The reverberations ran up his dick and against her womb. "I'm not meant to be killing you, Sam. I'm meant to be helping you tell a story."

Sam rolled her pussy up and down on his cock in gentle, wave-like motions. "You're not even a little angry?"

"No, I'm proud of you."

Her heart made a little jump in her chest. She wondered if he could feel it through his hand on the swell of her tit.

"I loved watching you work," the GM sighed up at her with that dreamy smile. "I loved watching the way you took apart my strategy. You... really know what you're doing."

A pleased moan escaped her lips, and Sam realised that she was subconsciously picking up her pace again. "Y-Yeah?" she groaned. "Y-You like a girl who... knows her way... around a fantasy dungeon?"

"The way you calculated the enemy armour score..." Luke bit down on his lower lip with a grimace of desire. "You made me so hard, I couldn't bear it!"

Sam laughed. She tipped back her head and laughed up at the ceiling. This was fun, she realised. When was the last time she'd had this much fun during sex? Sitting upright on Luke's cock, she began to fuck him steadily.

"O-Ohh," she sighed. "In that case, why don't I... Ahh, fuck! Why don't I recite the character creation standard array for you, Mister GM? Would that... impress you?"

"God, do it!" snarled Luke.

"Yeah?"

"Yes! Come on!"

Sam held herself at the zenith of him. Luke's swollen head plugged up her wet pussy. Then, she sat herself down with force.

"Eight," she grunted. Rose herself up, pumped herself down again. "Ten... Twelve..."

"Jesus Christ!" spluttered Luke.

"Thirteen!" Sam croaked. "Fourteen... A-Ahh, fifteen!!"

Luke convulsed. He bent forward at his stomach as he was wracked by a powerful orgasm. His hand slipped from her tit, and he clamped both around her waist instead, holding her in place at the bottom of her bounce so he could penetrate her deeply. Sam sang with proud laughter at the reddening of his face, the tight snarl of his expression, the breathless silence... Then, the great gasp of relief as he collapsed back onto the bed, panting and sweating.

"Wow," she said with a wide, feline grin. "Intense."

"Y-You... amazing fucking woman." Luke's hands were weak as they trailed down from her hips, over her thighs and into the legs of her shorts. "Now... come here."

"Hmm?" Sam tilted her head as Luke's weary fingers sought her clit. "You don't have to. I came here to pay a price for Henrick's-..."

His fingers pressed into her slick recesses, and Sam briefly lost the ability to think. For all his exhaustion, Luke's touch was firm, confident and resolute.

"I'm the GM," he growled as he pleasured her. "It's my job to make sure everyone at the table has fun."

"F-Fun...!" she moaned, rocking back and forth on his fingers. "Ohh, I'm... h-having... fun!"

It didn't take long. Luke's cock, still stubbornly plugging her pussy in its rubber coat, stimulated the rim of her vagina, and his fingers dragged the pleasure out of her with expert dexterity. He rubbed her until his whole hand was wet with her fluid. When she came, Sam bucked forward until she was looming over him, hands tight talons in his hair. She breathed out great gasps of pleasure down into his parted lips. When the waves of orgasm finally let her rest, Sam went to pat Luke on the cheek as praise for his job well done. Instead, her hand slapped him right on his face and knocked off his glasses.

"G-Good GM," she murmured through the afterglow. "You're a... a good GM..."

---

"So, how did you find that?" asked Kat with a rosy-cheeked smile.

It was break time. Chris had stepped outside the flat for a moment, and Luke was in the kitchen, cooking them up a quick bowl of chilli. He was humming a tune that Sam dimly recognised from her nerd years, the soundtrack to a film she'd watched as a girl. She didn't remember the name, but she did remember a long-haired warrior with a silver sword, her very first crush... So lost in her memory as she was, Sam almost forgot to answer.

"Yeah, that was fucking cool," she said, bumping her shoulder against Kat's. "I thought we'd die."

"We would have if not for your leadership, Commander." Kat giggled. "I can see where Simon gets his skill from, if he had you teaching him."

"Ah, well..." Sam could feel herself blushing, so she turned away.

"And?" Kat scooched her chair a little closer and lowered her voice to a whisper. "Did you enjoy... negotiating with our GM?"

Slowly, Sam turned back to face the grinning girl. "I..." she began, readying a lie. Then, she huffed out a sigh. "How'd you figure it out?" she asked under her breath. "I don't have his cum in my hair, do I?"

"No, you're pretty as a picture!" laughed Kat. "But it was easy to figure out. After all..."

She cupped her cherry lips with one hand. "I've been stroking him with my foot under the table all session, and he's barely looked my way."

Sam blinked. "You what?"

"It's fun, right? Bringing the game into the bedroom? It's really opened up the hobby for me in an exciting new way."

Reeling from this revelation, Sam was at a loss for words. This allowed Chris to enter the conversation from the hallway, moving his chair up against Kat's.

"Good game, right? Glad we won. Um, Kat, can I ask you something?"

"Hmm?" asked the brunette.

"I asked Luke if he wanted to go out for a... a smoke break," said Chris, eyeing Sam carefully as he whispered, "and he told me he didn't want to... smoke right now. Do you think he's... quit smoking, or something?"

Kat laughed, a pretty and musical sound. "It's okay, Chris. Sam's the reason Luke's not asked for you tonight. What do you think she was doing with him every time she went to pray?"

Chris' eyes widened, and a sunny, new smile broke out across his lips. "You cheeky tart!" he whispered. "I should've known the new girl was monopolising my man's dick!"

"H-Hold on, stop!" Sam put a hand on Kat's shoulder and leant deeper into the conversation. "You're both fucking him?"

"It's a bit of fun," said Chris. "Keyth is meant to be all smart and shit, right? But I can't remember half the arcane crap I'm supposed to. I ask Luke all the questions I have after the game, like a study session. And in return for his help, I take him for a bit of a ride."

"He lets me roll up a new character without a score penalty every time I die," added Kat with bright flush in her cheeks, "but he insists on punishing me between the sheets when I do. And I die a lot."

"Jesus Christ..." Elation at finding her own soul reflected in these two nerds turned suddenly to horror in Sam's belly. "Please tell me that my brother isn't also on Luke's dick!"

Chris and Kat laughed aloud. Their arms were around one another, braced together in their joy.

"The golden boy? No way!" said Chris. "He's the only one of us good enough at this game to not need Luke's favour on the side."

"He's here for the joy of the hobby, I think," said Kat. "He doesn't want anything else on top of that."

"Ah. Good." Sam smiled, letting a sigh escape her lips. "He'd be mortified if he learned what I'd been doing tonight, eh?"

"I'm not so sure," said Chris, reaching around Kat and resting a hand on Sam's shoulder. "Though I take your point that he doesn't want to imagine his sister's mouth on his GM's cock, I think he'd be happy that you're having fun, right?"

Kat nodded, her curls of hair bouncing. "That's all that matters to Simon, isn't it? He wants everyone to enjoy playing this game that he loves, however we find that enjoyment."

"Okay, maybe." Sam smiled. She rested her head on Kat's shoulder. "Maybe you're right."

The moment ended when Luke, whistling all the while, re-entered the dining room and took his seat. The three new friends moved their chairs back to their original positions, if perhaps an inch closer to one another than they had been before.

"Chilli's got about twenty minutes, so I thought we'd kick off part two," said Luke, rubbing his hands together. "The bodies of the hobgoblins litter the antechamber. But beneath your feet, the sound of rumbling footsteps."

Sam grinned. "I bet Maglubiyet's pissed we slaughtered his followers."

Luke's eyes sparkled, and he fixed Sam with a coy smile. Then he turned in his seat and began rummaging in a small cupboard.

"Unfortunately, it looks like the explosion from the Devastation spell has awoken... a Mountain Giant!"

The miniature required two hands to move it onto the map. It looked old and well-worn, a relic of many battles come before. Kat and Chris gave polite little rounds of applause, but Sam folded her arms with a shake of her head.

"A Mountain Giant? Are you fucking serious? That thing is way too powerful for three exhausted, level eight adventurers!"

"It's not going to be an easy fight, that's for sure," grinned Luke. "In fact, if you don't all work together... I think we might be looking at a TPK."

His eyes roved across the table, fixing on each of them in turn. He licked his lips. And a heated silence fell across the flat. When a familiar jolt of lightning resounded in Sam's belly, she turned to face Kat and Chris. Their eyes were wide, their cheeks flushed.

"We might all need to pray to get through this," whispered Sam.

And in time, they were all of them having fun once more.