DM and the Dirty 20s Part 07

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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 MF and FF with voyeurism, shower sex, and a booty call.

The adventurers go about convincing the locals of the coming danger the best way they know how, and Shane finds the rules of The Game shifting under his feet as the girls push the boundaries of what he's used to.

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Chapter 56

Even though Tori was currently topless - andGod every time she pulled those damn perfect breasts out I had to take a split second to not drop my jaw a bit - we couldn't get right into the fun part.

"The Garrison Captain sees you unlacing your trousers, looks back at your breasts and you can see his cock swell a little in his fist. Then he nods and starts to shift on the cot. However," I said, putting a hand on Tori's waist to stop her from fully disrobing quite yet as I turned to the others.

Olivia strode with purpose as she worked her way through the lower corridors of the keep. It was a bit of a maze, cramped in places and dimly lit - all part of the planned defence. If armoured invaders were to try and fight their way in they would be facing a difficult time every step of the way.

It was only once she stumbled on the interior entrance to the kitchens that she was able to start to triangulate where she was properly, and the kitchens needed access to the upper floors. She found the stairwell, cramped and steep, and made her way upward, bypassing the main level where the great hall would be and other areas that would be more likely to be populated by folks willing to challenge her presence. She made it up to the third floor, the top of the main keep, and was crossing through the corridors looking for the living quarters of the Duke's family when she was stopped by an officious-looking elderly dwarf man.

It took some work to convince the long-serving chamberlain that Olivia was, in fact, supposed to be where she was. Her explanation relied on the fact that she was from Parnassus, where funerals were celebrations. She had (supposedly) heard about the unexpected death of the Lady's husband and as a clergy of Revelry she had come to give counsel and succour to the widow if it was needed.

The reasoning was complete improv from Rhia, and I had to make a note to myself about this addition to my world. Parnassus was a city that I'd been avoiding for a long time, using it as a sort of near-mythical location that people would hear about but where adventurers weren't needed because it was a lawful bastion of good. It was such a good improv, however, that I gave her advantage on her roll to convince the chamberlain - which saved her butt. Her first roll was a natural 1, which would havedefinitely gotten her thrown out of the keep, but her second was a 17 which brought her total over 20. And many sighs of relief were heard around the table.

"Let me show you to the Lady's chamber, my dear," the curmudgeonly Chamberlain grumbled, ushering Olivia around a turn in the corridor. "Now, please do remember that you are not being givenfull access to the family chambers. No wandering around and such! The Duke's chambers must remain untouched for his eventual return."

"Of course, I wouldn't think ofwandering around," Olivia assured the elderly dwarf. "That would be entirely unacceptable for a guest of the family."

"Too right, too right," the chamberlain nodded. "We've had several young folks think that they might be able to find some sort ofriches or some such hidden away in the Duke's chambers. The ones we catch, I tell them they are buying into rumours that are entirely untrue. The Duke's treasury was dedicated to the war over a decade ago. The ones we don't catch, well, one of the Duke's good friends prepared some... interesting means of keeping his private chambers private."

"I... see," Olivia said, her Adventurer-Brain immediately wondering what the Duke was protecting if it wasn't his duchy treasury.

"Here we are," the chamberlain said, then used his walking stick to knock on the heavy oak door - it was unadorned, and Olivia realised she would have been checking doors blindly if she hadn't managed to convince the dwarf to help her. "Lady Aileen," he called through the door. "You have a visitor."

"Whatsort of visitor?" Elyse called, surprising Tori and Rhia. I'd surreptitiously texted her about playing the widow once the girls had made their plans, and she'd readily agreed. She even covered her mouth with a hand, smiling over it with her eyes, to mimic the door muffling her voice.

"A-" the dwarf turned to Olivia, "I'm sorry, I'm not quite sure what the proper title is for a member of the clergy of Revelry?"

"The proper phrasing would be Lady Celebrant, but it's so formal," Olivia said. "Just introduce me as a friend."

"A... friend has come to offer you some companionship," the dwarf said, hesitating at not using a proper title.

"I amnot interested in seeing suitors, Edmond!" Lady Aileen called.

"I am certainly notthat, Lady Aileen," Olivia called through the door, raising her voice to be heard.

The door was pulled open and Lady Aileen narrowed her eyes as she looked Olivia up and down. "I don't know you," she finally said.

"You do not, Lady, but my Goddess knows you," Olivia said. "She was there when you were born, on every name day and feast day, on your wedding, and now she sends me in your grief."

"Whoare you?" Lady Aileen asked after a long moment.

"I'm Olivia," the adventurer-in-disguise responded. "And I'm here to bring a spark of Revelry back into your life."

"Revelry?" Lady Aileen asked, eyes narrowing again. "You're a priestess of parties? With asword?"

"I am," Olivia answered simply.

Lady Aileen sighed with a little huff and then sniffed, and Olivia noticed that while she hid it well she did look like she'd been crying that day. "Fine," she said. "You can come in. You can go, Edmond."

"As you will, my Lady," the elderly dwarf stooped his head, unable to bow fully.

The inside of the Lady Aileen's chambers was nicely appointed, though not the extravagant show of wealth and luxury that one might have expected from the rooms of a Duke's heir. There were also several strangely blank spaces throughout the primary sitting room and one of the side rooms where it looked like furniture had been removed.

"So, we're alone now," Lady Aileen said as she flounced onto one of the nice wooden chairs around the central hosting area. There was a needlepoint project on a stand, half-finished, and a small easel with an abandoned painting on a side table. "What is it you want, Party-lady?"

"We prefer 'Party Bitch,' but I'll take it," Olivia smirked as she unhooked her scabbard from her belt to sit down, setting her blade aside.

Lady Aileen guffawed a little at the cursing.

Olivia sighed as she got comfortable, sitting across from the widow and cocking her head as she looked at the woman.

I was riveted. So was Tori. We'd transcended roleplaying at the table for the moment as Rhia and Elyse were on pure improv acting. Rhia, as part of her preparation for her 'mission,' had changed out of the faux-chainmail and was wearing one of my bigger, baggy (and brown) t-shirts from upstairs to simulate her simple brown clergy robe, with the accessory of a simple rope belt. Elyse hadn't had the chance to change into anything (and for all that I had plenty of props to aid in all the different kinds of roleplay we did at my games, I didn't have 'princess dresses' on hand) but she'd pulled her colourful shadowy robe tight and done something with the belt to cinch it differently, making it a little more dress-like - at least while she was sitting down.

The thing was, for all that Elyse talked about not being the 'actress' of the group and focusing more on production, she was just as good as Rhia. Maybe it was because this was for fun - no nerves, no stage fright. Nothing to make her wonder if she was doing it 'right' because therewas no 'right.' I'd known other theatre majors who stumbled at that point.

"You truly do grieve him, don't you?" Olivia asked.

"Of course I do," Lady Aileen scowled.

"No, not of course," Olivia said, leaning forward intently. "Your marriage, just as everyone of your station, was political. Not every daughter of a Duke would feel as you do, Aileen. You enjoyed him and his company, and appreciated him, even if you didn'tlove him when you were married."

"I-" Aileen said, then rubbed her eyes. "Perhaps you're right. And I pity other daughters of Dukes for it, but I did... appreciate my husband. And enjoy him. But for all of that, I never gave him an heir. Love never had a chance until that was done. So I grieve him, you 'Party Bitch,' and I grieve all that I've lost with him."

"Oh, Aileen," Olivia sighed sympathetically.

The Lady cracked a sad grin. "I can't marry again," she said. "Not until my father returns and agrees to another match, and that may never happen. And if he dies, then it is the King who willsend someone to marry me to secure the duchy. I won't have a choice in the matter. I grieve happiness, Little Miss Revelry. Explain how you can help me with that?"

"Well, I could quote to you from some of my holy texts," Olivia said. "Or I could give you platitudes, like that your Father will pity you or that you could end up married to a bright and shining hero from the war who deserves every inch of your pretty self."

"I've heard it all before," Aileen sighed and waved dismissively.

"I had a feeling," Olivia smirked. "I could also offer you one of the more... interesting forms of celebration that my church enjoys in times of need. But I lack the proper supplies as it's been some time since I left Parnassus - it is also a little too long since the funeral for the proper rites."

"What do you mean?"

"Drugs," Olivia said. "Certains herbs and plants, when inhaled as a smoke, can bring relaxation and joy when combined with the proper rites to ensure a 'good trip.'"

"And you don't have any of these herbs and plants?"

"Not on hand," Olivia said, standing and moving around the low table between them to kneel next to Lady Aileen and take her hand. "There is something else I can offer you, though. Something that other faiths often think of as mildly distasteful, or are simply too prudish to partake in due to their own insecurities. Something that, once you have learned it like an artform, will provide you with joy and revelry for years to come, even if your Father saddles you with a boar of a husband."

"You speak of lofty goals, Olivia of Parnassus," Lady Aileen said. "Paired with sinister caution. Will this take my mind off of my husband?"

"That, my Lady, I can assure you it will," Olivia smirked.

"Then teach me," Aileen said. "Teach me this art that will bring me joy and happiness, and distraction, and that can be my secret to keep from the prudish and snobby."

Olivia put her hands on the Lady's knees. "You truly wish to be taught? To experience the delights I can give you, and teach you to give?"

"Do I need to declare myself again?" Aileen growled. "I am not used to needing to repeat myself."

"Then I'll teach you," Olivia said, before swiftly lifting the bottom of the Lady's dress and burying her face between her legs, lapping at her pussy.

"Oh, fuck," Elyse moaned, raising one of her skinny legs over Rhia's shoulder as the dark-haired coed drove her tongue between the blonde's slick, flushed labia. The Lady Aileen may not have 'known' what was coming, but Elyse had and she was already turned on - hell, I would have bet that Elyse had been turned on since the start of the game. Maybe since starting the drive to my place.

"That's not very ladylike language," Rhia murmured with a little grin before licking Elyse's clit with the tip of her tongue.

"Shut up," Elyse giggled, sticking out her tongue at her friend and then glancing at me and Tori. She got a grin on her face and quickly undid the belt of her robe, pulling it to fall open and shrugging her arms out of it so she was completely naked. "Oh, no, my dress seems to have come apart as if by magic. Is this part of the ritual?" she asked in Lady Aileen's voice.

"Slut," Tori laughed next to me, and Elyse responded by tweaking her nipples and closing her eyes as she let out a crooning moan.

I cleared my throat, dragging my eyes from the lesbian action, and turned back to Tori. She hadn't moved from where she'd been standing next to me as we'd pivoted back to Rhia's scene, and she'd put a hand on mine as it had slid from her waist to her hip, keeping it there. Now, with my movement, she peeled her eyes away from her friend and her roommate as well and flushed a little as she realised now was the time to get back intoour scene. She let out a breath, smiling nervously.

"Do you need a second?" I asked quietly, not wanting to interrupt the others.

"Maybe just, um, get into position a little more like the Garrison Captain?" she suggested.

"Well, he was on a cot, so..." I stood up, taking her hand, and led her out of the game room and into the living room across the hall. I heard some movement behind us, but then Elyse moaned again so Rhia must have gotten back to her fun.

I went to the couch and laid down on it. "Better?" I asked.

Tori gave me a considering look for a moment and then a little smirk. "I'm pretty sure you said that Captain was jerking off," she said. "I think I need the visual."

I snorted and chuckled, quickly undoing my belt and shimmying my pants down around my thighs. Between the sights and sounds of the lesbian action, and gorgeous Tori standing over me completely topless, I was already mostly hard and as I wrapped my hand around my cock it stiffened.

"How's this?" I asked.

She sighed, snickering a little, and licked her lips. "You know you're hot, right?"

That had me letting out a huff of a laugh. "I guess so?" I hedged. "I don't really think about it like that."

"Well, you are," she said. "I'm not, like, 'OMG I want an older guy' like Elyse, but you are objectively hot."

"Says the absolutely stunning college actress," I said. "But how about we save the personal pump-up affections for later? Because I think your Garrison Captain had just realised that the Fucking option was probably in his best interest as he stares up at the ridiculously fit, super-attractive hare-person with her perfect tits hanging over him as she undid the laces of her pants."

"They aren'tperfect," Tori smirked a little.

"Subjectively, my dear, I disagree," I said.

"And Jade's tits are covered in a downy soft thin layer of fur since she's a hare-person. Or should I say, my tits are like that," Tori grinned a little, running her hands down from her chest and over her breasts, letting her fingers play around her pretty, dark nipples. For all that had already happened between us, I hadn't had a chance to really give those perfect breasts of hers the attention they deserved.

Tori cleared her throat and let her hands slide lower, down her fit stomach to the front of her baggy, hiphugger 'monk pants.' She didn't technically have actual laces that needed to be undone - the glories of elastic waistbands - but she'd sewn some false ones on for the costume and she made a show of 'unlacing' them.

"Well, Captain," Tori said, assuming the annunciation that she used for Jade since she didn't affect an accent like the other girls did. "I think we have an agreement."

She pushed down her pants, and the thong she'd been wearing under them, and quickly stepped out of them completely. I was surprised because she had a wide triangle of short pubes, trimmed for neatness but dark. She blushed at my look, losing her Jade confidence for a second, and ran the fingers of one hand over the thin layer of hair. "I figured I'd go a little au naturale the last couple of weeks to feel more 'Jadey.' It's not bad, right?"

"You look utterly delicious, Tori," I said.

"OK," she grinned, a little nervously, then she let out her breath again and resumed being Jade. She threw her leg over me straddling my thighs, revealing more of her pussy as her legs spread. It was just as pretty as when I'd eaten her out a couple of weeks ago, but the added pubic hair came downjust onto both of her labia making a somewhat exotic look for me. She wasn't theonly non-white person I'd been with, but the list was small out of my ex-girlfriends and the two others had been back in my own college days. Since then my primary sexual partners had been in the Game and my few casual girlfriends over time had happened to be white. And the ladies of the Game had definitely tried different things over time with their pubes, but they'd never gonethis natural, even if it was close-cropped and tidily edged. Tori's warm-hued skin, and the dark flush of her erogenous zones and nipples, combined with the pubic hair was... a vision.

"I think-" she continued, trying to get back into character, but she was interrupted by a shout from the other room.

"Oh, fuck!" Rhia shouted. In pain.

Tori and I both looked at each other in confusion, then leaned to try and see across the hall from the couch.

Rhia and Elyse were in a 69 up on the game table, Rhia on the bottom, and she was fishing under herself with one hand. She pulled out a dice from under her. "Fucking d4!" she cursed and hucked it into a corner of the room.

I snorted. "Rookie mistake," I said, not loud enough for the injured party to hear. "Those things are known to be little caltrops."

Tori snickered, leaning down onto me as she buried her face against my chest to muffle her giggles. This pressed her breasts between her arms and against my stomach, and my cock to her bare stomach as she hovered over it. I gently rubbed her sides, from hips to waist, and chuckled with her. Then she sat up, grinning, and she sniffed in a breath a wiped under her eyes quickly. I gave her a look at that and she shook her head in an'It's fine, don't worry' way and then did the thing where she let out her breath, trying to resume being Jade again.

"We're both people of action, I think, Captain," Jade said, straddling the man on his cot, in his office. She'd stripped down and had him pinned to the bed, not that he was struggling against his situation. "So let's act."

She tugged at his shirt, fine, clean linen compared to the well-worn clothes that she'd stripped off, stained from weeks of travel on the road and then the time at the bandit camp and the flight through the forest. Even the cot, she found, was dangerously comfortable.

The cock that she knocked his hands from might not have been quite thetool that Big Red Bronson had been wielding, but... "Definitely adequate," she said with a little smirk at the young man.

"Thanks?" he said, his voice cracking.

Tori snorted and gave me a look, "Please, no."

I chuckled, having used my 'Awkward Teen' voice that would purposefully crack. It was usually preserved for young apprentices who would provide dubious-quality services, annoying happy-go-lucky sidekicks and the occasional entitled noble. "Sorry, couldn't resist," I said.

"Definitely adequate," Jade said with a little smirk at the young Captain.

"More than adequate, I think," he said, his voice a strong baritone.

"We'll see," she said, then started to pull his shirt off of him. He helped her, and soon he was stuck with his trousers around his knees as she pressed her lean, furry body against his. He was a little bulkier but fit and showed signs of training well for his job even if he was young. She brought her face close to his, looking down into his eyes with her piercing gaze, before gently bringing her lips to his. Jade never knew how a human would react to her slightly different anatomy. Some thought they would like the idea of her feminine body with her soft, downy fur and then were shocked by it. Some reacted poorly to the soft split in her upper lip when they kissed or the feel of her more prominent front incisors - they weren'ttusks but they were still different.

The captain, however, didn't seem phased at all as he accepted her kiss, and she slowly let it deepen as she ran her hands down his arms and took his wrists in grip, raising them up over his head. This left him even more vulnerable, though he didn't seem inclined to fight it - another odd thing for the men she'd experimented with in the past. Still holding his hands above his head, she started to slide her body up and down his, teasing him with her breasts on his chest and stomach and his cock pressed to her mound.

"Are you good at your job, Captain?" she murmured.

"I- I do what I can with what I have," he gasped as she kissed down his sharp jawline, to his neck, and down to his collarbone.

"Good," she said, raising back up and then pulling his hand from over his head to land on her tits, encouraging him to get a good feel. He groaned, his eyes locked on them for a long moment, but then drawn deeper between them to where she had begun dragging her slick, fuzzy labia up and down the underside of his shaft as it pressed between them. "I don't just take this approach with anyone," she said quietly. "But you strike me as a man who takes his work seriously, but not so seriously that he's cruel. You're not a cruel man, are you?"

"No," he said, his eyes flashing back up to her face. His thumbs had found her nipples and were rubbing them firmly, and she was still holding him by the wrists and leaning into his grip to keep her balance.

She slid a little higher on him, enough that his cock popped out the back of her lips and pressed against the cleavage of her ass as she pulled his hands from her breasts and pressed one nipple to his lips. He immediately gave it a suck.

"Good boy," Jade crooned.

Tori moaned softly as I suckled on her thick little nipple, gasping as she let go of my wrists and ran her fingers through my hair. "Fuck," she murmured, losing her Jade persona for a moment. "God, Shane, that's good." She humped her pelvis, bouncing a little against my stomach, and my cock wedged deeper between the cheeks of her butt, making me groan from the touch. She didn't seem to notice and shifted a little, pressing her other breast to my lips.

Idid notice and did a little involuntary thrust with my hips, wanting more of the warm contact.

"Whoa, fella," Jade said, reaching back and grabbing the Captain's cock with one hand and tilting it away from her butthole. "Wrong hole."

"Sorry," he murmured. "You're just - Lust be praised."

She smirked and snickered a little. "No one's ever thanked Lust for me before," she said. "I kind of like it."

"I don't know who you are, but I'll thank Lust every day for this," he shook his head.

She sat up a little higher on her knees, tilted his cock, and ran the crown of it through her slickened labia. "Well, if we're summoning the attention of a God, we should probably make a good show of it."

Tori sat down on my cock slowly and we both breathed in deeply at the same time after the first moment of light pressure and insertion. She was sitting up high, one hand on my chest for balance and the other around behind her holding my cock in place with just her fingertips. Her dark brown nipples were hard and wobbling slightly above me, shiny with my spit. Her lips were parted as she breathed in shallow gasps and I wanted to kiss them. I wanted to pull her down to me in a crushing hug andwill how fucking amazing I thought she was; as a sexual being, as a roleplayer, as a young woman. But she'd asked me to let her be the aggressor in her consent notes, and I could tell she was enjoying being in charge. Her eyes spoke volumes almost too fast for me to read as we kept our gazes locked, and she sat down and took just a little more of me into her.

And then there were the ridiculous, big rabbit ears she was still wearing. I was almost shocked they hadn't fallen off yet, but then they were designed for furries and if there was one thing I knew about that particular kink group it was that they were filled with security experts, engineers and other highly intelligent folks - if they wanted to design animal ears that could stay secure on the head, they were probably the group to do it.

"Fuck, that's good," Tori moaned, closing her eyes and arching her back as she pushed down with her hips, settling onto my lap. "Elyse was so right."

"God, Tori," I grunted, lightly flexing my ass and using my small amount of leverage to grind myself up into her. "You are amazing."

She laughed lightly, opening her eyes and grinning down at me like an Indian Aphrodite. Then she rolled her stomach and hips and we both moaned.

Jade pressed herself down against the Captain, her fuzzy tits against his chest, and kissed him as she worked her muscled ass and felt his cock stirring inside of her. She grabbed his wrists again, this time bringing them back and encouraging him to grab her ass, which he did. That little bit more forcefulness made her growl and chew on her lower lip for a minute, and she sniffed in a long breath before starting to make out with him.

The goal might have been to seduce him, and that had clearly gone well, now she was going to get hers while making it the best hour of his life.

We were interrupted from making love - and I couldn't say that Tori and I werefucking because it was way more intimate than that - by a shrill moan and yelp from the other room. I had to put a pause on our thing to make sure everything was OK, and Tori seemed to agree because she sat up from me, revealing her tits again and almost distracting me with them.

"Everything OK over there?" I asked.

"We're fine," Rhia and Elyse called in harmony.

"Lady Aileen had a secret, uh, enchanted toy that she's showing Olivia," Elyse said. "You don't mind I went in the drawer, right?"

I sighed, and Tori snorted at my mildly annoyed expression. "No, it's alright," I called back. "But don't go snooping and ruin any surprises!"

"Yes, Shane," they called again, again somehow in unison, and then started giggling.

"OK, do that again," Rhia said, her voice dropping so we didn't clearly hear anything else.

"Can't leave 'em alone for a minute," I chuckled as I looked up at Tori and rubbed her outer thighs.

"At least there's no broken glass," Tori smirked, then she leaned back down and kissed me firmly before pulling off of me completely and standing up, holding her hand out to me. "I'm ready to get fucked, Sh- Uh, Captain. Take me from behind in the way of my people - hard and fast."

That almost broke me because I just wasn't ready for a Fucking like Rabbits joke.

The Captain, despite willingly being the more passive partner at the beginning, proved himself to be quite the capable young man when given permission. It didn't take long at all for him to be driving into Jade's depths with long, forceful strokes that clapped her ass to his thighs as she knelt on his cot. She used her limberness to arch her back and turn at the waist, leaning back to hook an arm around his neck and kiss him hard, her tits bouncing with the force of each stroke as he sped up.

But then he left her wanting, just for a moment, as he pulled out of her and went to his knees, driving his lips against her lippy, furry labia and getting her juices all over his face. Jade yelped and then moaned at the change of pace, but grabbed him by the hair and held him there for a long moment.

The decision to switch from fucking to eating her out wasn't a character decision for the Captain, it was ame decision. I'd felt my orgasm suddenly go from 'on route' to 'pending' like a switch had flipped and I'd had to pull out of Tori before I flooded her guts. Thankfully, years of practice meant I knew how I could delay myself and calm down a bit.

And there wasno fucking way I was popping before I got this gorgeous, courageous, funny woman to come.

"Oh, God, yes Shane," she mumbled, relaxing her grip on my hair as my tongue and a couple of fingers dancing through her labia and wiggling in her depths teased her towards her orgasm. "Fuck, that's good. Fuck."

I hooked two fingers into her, pressing them both down against the front of her pussy to search for her G-spot and not feeling like I could find it - but I must have, because even though I didn't feel anything by touch I certainlyheard Tori suddenly hitch her breath and gasp. I tried to find that spot again, succeeding mildly but enough to drive her forward until her pussy was squelching with my finger movements. I focused on her clit with my tongue.

"Fuckfuckfuck," she groaned, letting go of my hair as she leaned forward and pressed her face to the couch cushions. "Oh, fuck, Shane!"

She came just like the first time I'd eaten her out, tensing and shuddering, and one little trail of her juices leaked down my palm and arm as I continued to finger her. When she was done, and I'd slowed as she came down, she blindly reached back and pressed a hand to my chest, urging me away. I did, sitting back on my ankles, and she rolled onto her back, looking at me with a bleary, dreamy smile as she panted, her chest and stomach working as she caught her breath.

Then Tori surprised me by spreading her legs wide, grabbing herself at the knees to pull them back and exposing her beautiful, dark-lipped pussy to me in full. "Fuck me again," she groaned. "Fuck me hard and deep, and then come all over my stomach, Shane."

I stood up and pressed my cock into her, picking her up by her ass to get a slightly better angle as her shoulders pressed down into the couch, and I fucked her hard and deep just like she asked.

Chapter 57

"So, you do realise that if we do this every time you fuck one of us, we're going to fall way behind on actuallyplaying D&D, right?" Tori chuckled warmly as she leaned back against my wet chest.

We were in the shower up in my en suite, officially in the 'cool down, check in' part of things just like two weeks before when I'd fucked Elyse. Her silky black hair was up in a bun on top of her head since she didn't want to wash it at the moment, but she'd been more than happy to participate in a little mutual washing up. Now we were mostly rinsed off, but I'd squirted some fresh body wash into my hands and had begun soaping her tits up all over again.

Now that I'd gotten my hands on them I wanted to make sure Ithoroughly enjoyed them because despite what she said, they really were astoundingly perfect.

My cock was hard - teased into that position by her hands early in the shower, along with a couple of little kisses - and pressed to her ass and back. And the little minx was subtly circling her hips, which meant she was still teasing my cock even while she was making her observation.

"Are you filing an official complaint with the DM about this disruption to your regularly scheduled activity?" I asked lightly, softly rolling her nipples between my thumbs and forefinger and giving them both a little tug.

"Mmmno," she grunted with a little grin. "This is- Fuck, Shane, if I could afford to pay you to do this very morning I would. Just make you be my live-in shower massager and Dungeon Master."

That made me snort, mostly because the idea of gettingpaid to do this was utterly ludicrous. You were sure men, somewhere in the world, paid for this sort of interaction with a woman. Especially a young, gorgeous, intelligent woman like Tori. "Once we're all comfortable with things, cool down and check-in time will be less necessary unless we're trying something new," I murmured, shifting a little so I was speaking into her other ear and then kissing her cheek. "Speaking of which-"

"So you'll do this with Rhia, too?" Tori interrupted me.

"I mean... eventually, I assume," I said. "When it comes up in the game naturally."

"OK," Tori said. "I just... you two have more, weird history. Like, it's been made pretty clear you weren't grooming her or anything. This was allclearly her idea, the little freak. I just wasn't sure if you were thinking of not doing something with her because of, like, boundaries."

"I..." That was a tough one. "I'm nottrying to avoid her if that's what you're implying. Though I'll admit that I still have some reservations."

Tori put a hand over mine on her right tit and guided me to slide it down her stomach and her fuzzy mound, then lower to tease against her labia. "That's fair. I just know that she's, uh, well... Don't wait too long, is all I'm saying."

"Please tell me she doesn't have some new, cockamamie scheme," I sighed.

That made Tori cough a laugh. "Cockamamie?"

"What? Come on, you have to have heard that before."

"Yeah, but not in forever," Tori giggled. Then she turned in my arms, looking up in my eyes. "I thoroughly, thoroughly enjoyed our sex," she said. "To answer your check-in question. And you were amazing, thank you for letting me take charge. I'd... like to do that again, next time, please."

"I'll keep that in mind," I murmured, both my hands on her waist now. Hers were between us, slowly stroking my cock, and she was grinning like a little imp.

"So am I going to get fucked her in the shower or not?" Tori asked. "Or should I get on my knees and blow you a bit first?"

I grunted, closing my eyes as I was almost overwhelmed by my desire to do all of that and more with her. "You tell me," I ended up murmuring. "I'm yours to command."

She groaned happily, going up on her toes to kiss my lips, and then turning back around and putting one hand on the shower wall as she pushed her ass back at me and ran her other hand over her dark little lippy labia, letting her fingers trail through her folds and then spread them in an unspoken invitation.

- - - - -

The girls weregiggly when we got back to the table. Dinner was a homemade pizza - vegetarian, much to my dismay, but still pizza. Elyse had made the dough by hand, apparently having worked in a pizzeria back home as her first 'real job' back in high school, and it was perfectly fluffy and delicious even if it was lacking proper protein.

A caesar salad accompanied the pizza, and once we'd all finished that as an appetiser we decided to get a bit more of the game in.

The fallout of the events didn't take long. The Captain of the Guard was blown away by Jade's display of athletic sexual appetite, and was more than willing to listen to her report on what the trio had been doing out in the woods, and learned about the death of the Duke's son-in-law. She wasn't sure whether the Captain was more angry about the coming attack, or the death of what had apparently been his childhood friend - the Captain had come to the Keep along with Lady Aileen's deceased husband, having been the man's childhood sparring partner during lessons in sword and tactics.

Up on the top floors of the keep, Lady Aileen had been thoroughly pleased with her first lesson in the arts of sapphic celebration. Cuddled up on her bed, Olivia of Parnassus warned the heir to the duchy of the pending attack, and of the werewolf marauder who intended to take her to wife. Lady Aileen, furious that this news had been delayed in reaching her and had required subterfuge - however pleasurable - to reach her ears, and immediately started to storm about the keep.

Between their two new contacts, the trio of adventurers were kept busy as they relayed what they could remember of the forces likely to emerge from the woods any day, let alone hour.

The numbers were dire. The Keep, during peacetime, would usually host thirty-odd Men-at-Arms, highly trained and forming the core of the Duke's army. Another forty Rangers would use the keep and several smaller towers and forts to rove the lands, keeping an eye out for danger and assembling when called, while almost three hundred members of trained militia had been on the Duchy payroll before one would even consider the broader conscription of soldiers into a general army. The men, and many women, of the duchy had been a hardy bunch living on the fringe of the kingdom.

Now, a decade into the war in the West, there were no rangers, no militia. Recruits were requested yearly to fuel the war machine. The Men-at-Arms were long gone, dead on some faraway battlefield or forming the bodyguard of the Duke.

Fourteen guards, even less than the trio of adventurers had expected, were prepared to hold the keep alongside thirty other various serfs and staff. Plus one Lady and three adventurers.

"And one silver fox of a lumberjack," Tori added with a smirk.

"A sexy, well-muscled, well-hung silver fox lumberjack," Elyse chipped in.

"Please," I held up a hand to forestall Rhia's addition to the list, making all three of them laugh.

We left the table soon after, the girls with some homework to do - and something that I often liked to ask of my players when a 'big battle' was afoot. Not a regular 'boss combat' where it was them versus some big baddie, but fights that were on a larger scale and would include a lot more moving pieces. Their homework was to come up with a priority list of ideas that Olivia, Renee and Jade would tackle in helping the Lady Aileen, the Captain and the various denizens of the Keep to prepare for the siege. Creativity was encouraged, though not every idea would work, and they were free to ask me questions during the week without locking themselves into anything until they sent me their final, individual lists the night before our next session so that I could get things planned out.

Then I was utterly, completely blessed as the three college coeds stood up from the gaming table, peeled off their clothes and pranced through my house naked and out to the hot tub. They had to call for me to follow them because, even though this was now our regular routine, it struck me speechless and frozen as utterly wild that this was my life now.

And, strangely, not a single sexual thing happened out in the Hot Tub because they held a war room meeting.

I'd always heard that nothing was as dangerous as a woman scorned.

Chapter 58

"Morning," Mel sighed happily as she sank into the chair across from me at my kitchen table, wrapping her hands around the mug of coffee I had ready for her.

"Morning," I smiled softly. "What's up? You look like you hate this particular morning even more than most."

"Nothing," she shook her head, then snorted softly and smirked. "You've got my daughter grilling me and Dan about every battle you've ever run in the Game."

That made me bark a laugh and shake my head. "She's doing her research, huh?"

Mel gave me a look and then started laughing as well. "She's rented several books on medieval warfare from the public library, too. Not to mention she's been watching a bunch of medieval action movies, and the girls were over at our place last night doing a Lord of the Rings marathon."

"Not a whole lot of great battle tactics in those movies," I chuckled after taking a sip of my coffee. "Maybe a little better than Game of Thrones, but not by much."

Melissa rolled her eyes at me and shrugged. "Honestly, I don't know how you did it - Rhia's kept me up to date on what's been happening and I knowI'd be wanting to kill this werewolf guy too, but they are going the extra mile."

"First big villain," I pointed out.

"Oh, come on," she shrugged. "We didn't hate - fuck, what was his name? Ultgar the Terrible?"

"Uthgar," I corrected. "Bane of the Blackrock Tors, high bishop of Agony."

"Right, him," Mel nodded.

I laughed a very particular, very annoying, laugh. It was something between a cawing crow, a laugh, and a super annoying and entitled personality all wrapped up into one objectively grating sound. "Haw-haw-haw-haw."

"Oh myGod," Melissa said, her eyes going wide and pointing at me as she was reminded auditorily of memories from twenty years ago. "Never mind, I take it back. Fuck that guy."

I grinned. That laugh had haunted the earliest version of The Game from before we ever even got sexual. In fact, it was during the aftermath of Uthgar the Terrible's defeat and the subsequent triumphant return to the city that the group had done their first 'public baths' trip when Melissa had convinced everyone to get naked for the first time.

"You really are fucking good at DMing," Melissa sighed, taking another long sip of her coffee.

"Thanks," I chuckled. It was an off-week for The Game, but I'd already started work ontheir next session post-sex as their party was closing in on the Dark Lord's back lines in the war. Next week was going to beinteresting.

"You're also apparently 'a fucking Sex God,'" Melissa smirked over the edge of her coffee cup.

I groaned softly, hearing the air quotes around those words.

"Yeah," she said. "Apparently now that the girls know me and Dan are long-term nerdy freaks, they're a lot less worried about being overheard in their own banter and sex talk."

"Oh boy," I sighed.

"So you've fucked Tori now too, huh?"

There was no point in denying it or fudging the facts for the sake of propriety. "Mhmm," I hummed and nodded.

"How was it?" Mel asked. "I mean, she seems to think it was the best sex she's ever had, but I doubt that's a huge pool of experience. Not that you aren't capable, but 'best sex' on the first try before you've really gotten to know her buttons?"

"It was great, and I'd say I was at... a seven and a half out of ten," I said. "I could have used more time to really- well, you know. And there's blunt sexual chemistry, but knowing more about herwould boost it up. Plus I almost lost my fucking cool a little early because it was our first time and-"

"And she's fuckingstupid gorgeous," Mel chuckled.

"Yeah," I laughed.

"So Rhia's the only one left, huh?" she asked. "Is it going to happen next week?"

I gulped a little at the question because the context that would fill out the details around it was pretty dense. 'Are you going to fuck my daughter next week?' was quite the question.

"Rhia and I haven't done anything yet," I confirmed. "And unless she springs something unexpected on me, probably not next week, no. Big castle battle, remember?"

Mel gave me a look, one that I realised Rhia would also give me sometimes. One that said I was underestimating their cunning, but they didn't want to tell me that. I'd learned to read it on Mel years ago and had never told her about that little tell, and seeing it on her now I pieced together that her daughter had picked up that little habit.

"Well, I'm excited to hear what happens with the battle," Mel said. "I'm sure you'll make it as memorable as always."

"That's the goal," I smiled.

The conversation pivoted to other life stuff, our usual fare for our morning coffees. News about folks, some light gossip, how plans were progressing for the next production of the local theatre troupe. But I found myself wondering about that look well after Mel had left and I'd gotten to work in my office.

Was Mel planning something? Was Rhia? Did Mel know or just suspect that Rhia had a plan of some sort?

It wasn't a very productive day for me.

Chapter 59

The texting didn't slow down now that I'd given the girls homework. Hell, after learning what I had from Mel about their research, I'd sort of expected that things would at least be more bent towards the coming battle.

How wrong I was about the minds of college coeds.

I felt like I was in three constant conversations that didn't really have a start or an end to them. There was plenty of mundane stuff going on, and some of it was even D&D-related. Elyse wanted movie recommendations. Tori wanted to know what sort of raw resources were available around the keep, and was still having a rough time at her job as she tried to be taken seriously and not be seen as either the little college girl who didn't know anything, or the sexy college girl ripe for unwanted sexual banter. Rhia was concerned about any weak points in the walls that were glaringly obvious or that the folks living there knew about. She was also on a tear of wanting to try and beat me in every video game she owned that had multiplayer on the Switch.

But then there was the flip side of things.

Nothing super sexual, no explicitsexting. But innuendo was rife.

And the pictures. Oh, God, the pictures kept me both entertained, teased and frustrated. And they were all doing it.

Elyse tended to send little pictures throughout the day, but when she was at home I started to notice she was never wearing pants or panties and was showing off her ass in reflections. Mirrors mostly, but also more ridiculous places like the reflection on the window in their oven, or a glass vase. I started to realise I was playing a game of Spot the Ass in every picture she sent me.

Tori liked to send me pictures of herself wearing thin shirts and no bra. Maybe it was a reaction to how I'd told her she had perfect breasts, but seeing her nipples just barely hidden, or the outline of her dark areolas through particularly thin shirts, always had me adjusting myself a little.

Not to be outdone, Rhia was also sending me pictures - making me wonder if they were planning it, or if adults their age just communicated with more pictures than people of my generation. Rhia's normal pictures during the day weren't anything sexually charged, and one could say that the pictures she sent me in the evening weren't either, at least by the look on her face and the way she was always lounging around like she didn't have a care in the world and was just being comfortable.

Except that she was always topless in those evening ones, showing off her tits to the camera and playing it off as if it was nothing. Except I knew it was an act because there were several of the pictures that would have required pretty quick action to take because Iknew her parents were home and could walk in on her in the living room, basement or kitchen of their house. Mel walking in on her would probably have just earned an eye-roll and maybe a laugh, but if I knew Dan he wouldn't be thrilled, and Rhia would be looking at some tough new house rules.

But there was no denying that Rhiannon's big tits were fucking amazing, especially on her thin, tall body.

And seeing them every night was an odd, extra illicit thrill every time. Because it was Rhia.

It was Tuesday night, and I was in the middle of cleaning up after dinner when my day was interrupted once again. I was getting used to not being 'alone' anymore with the ongoing conversations, and I was even getting over the inherent giddy guilt of my phone pinging with a text and me wondering if it was going to be something from one of the girls.

Except this time the interruption wasn't a ping from my phone.

It was a knock on my front door.

I frowned, glancing over at the clock, and saw it was almost 9 PM.

"Who the fuck?" I wondered, wandering from my kitchen towards the front door. Glancing through the little window built high into my door, I glanced down into the bright blue eyes of Elyse as she was grinning.

I unlocked the door, grinning to myself now at the surprise. "Hey, honey," I said as I swung the door open. "What's going o-"

My words failed me because Elyse was wearing a long, beige trench coat like a classic noir PI. All she needed was the fedora and the shiny black dress shoes. But, in context, I quickly pieced together exactly what was happening because there was only one reason a gorgeous woman would be wearing a bulky trench coat like that at sunset on a clear summer day.

"Hey, Shane," Elyse said with that little grin of hers, and quickly pulled the coat from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor of my porch, leaving her completely naked. "Can I come in?"

Anyone watching from across the street would have gotten an eyeful of the cute blonde's butt, and likely a comedic scene of me grabbing her bodily and hauling her inside, followed by me leaning back out and snatching the coat from the ground too before shutting the door.

"Elyse, what the fuck?" I laughed. "God, theballs on you."

She was giggling, blushing furiously, her grin wide. "I can't believe I actually did it," she snickered. "I figured I'd chicken out and do it in here."

"Oh my God," I kept laughing, wrapping her up in a hug, and she hugged me back. "You fucking wild child. Did you get dared or something?"

"No," she said and hugged me a little tighter for a moment before leaning away at the waist. Her cute little tits were wonderfully bare and open to my view. "I don't need to be dared to get naked in front of you, Shane. I figured you knowthat by now."

"I'm aware," I snorted, gently rubbing her bare sides. "But outside? What's actually going on?"

That grin was still plastered on her face, but I noticed a little bit of nervousness in her eyes as she took a breath. Then she quirked an eyebrow just a little, and her tone shifted just a touch like she was putting on a different version of herself. A more confident, forward one. "What's going on is that you haven't fucked me in two weeks of the game, and I've been craving your dick every day since you blew my mind. So this is a reverse-booty call. I figured you'd rather have sex all overyour house than you would in our little apartment."

I worked my jaw for a moment, not entirely sure what my brain was thinking. Myother head was elated, and my gut was pumping its metaphorical fist as if I'd just won the lottery.

This wasn't part of The Game, though. This was... separate. This wasn't Renee de l'Ombre and some NPC or monster. This was just Elyse, and me. Cute, twenty-year-old Elyse. Too young for me, friends with Rhia, and might have some Daddy problems based on her consent letter, Elyse.

She grabbed me by my shirt collar and pulled me down to kiss her, and I could feel her desperation for me to say yes. Not because she was a nymphomaniac and she wasliterally desperate for cock, but her desperation for me not to turn her away. Not to make some excuse. Not to make her feel unworthy of the big, big swing she was making.

Not to reject her.

It was all over from there.

I scooped her up into my arms and she squealed in delight, our lips pressed together until I had her properly supported with both my hands on that fantastic little ass of hers and she could wrap her legs around my waist. This ended up with her hovering a little higher than me, her chest even with my chin as she looked down into my eyes.

"Next time," I told her. "Call me first and I'll cook you dinner."

She kissed me again, moaning and laughing and nodding all at once.

My first instinct was to bring the pretty little blonde up to my bedroom, but my head was still a little internally spinny and I felt like I needed... something. Not consent - her consent was being madevery clear. But something. So instead I carried her into the living room as she clung to me, and I sat us down on the couch that I'd fucked Tori on just last week. "Come here," I murmured softly, manhandling her a little bit so that I could get her sitting mostly next to me instead of straddling me - still close, with my arm around her, and her naked legs curled up over my lap, but not quite as stuck together.

The last thing I wanted to do was make her feel unwanted, though, so before I said anything I cupped her cheek with my hand and ran my thumb over her lips. She gamely opened them and sucked on the tip, and I looked into her eyes. "God, you're fucking pretty," I sighed.

She grinned again, laughing nervously at the compliment. I wasn't thrilled with this nervous thing that she was dancing around compared to how she'd been in my presence lately, so I slid my hand up from her cheek to her hair and brushed it back behind her ear, then set my hand on her leg.

"Elyse, hon," I said sincerely. "Just help put my mind at ease here - is this really just about a hookup tonight or is there something else going on? Rhia hasn't put you up to anything, has she?"

"No," she said. Then she huffed out a mild breath and frowned at me for a moment - just as cute as when she was smiling. "Fuck, Shane. I told you like eight times that even if Rhia's horny little plan hadn't been a thing, I would have probably been... propositioning you... at some point. This is about me wanting you. Your lips, your hands, your cock - but... also your words?"

"My words?"

"I don't know," she grunted, shrugging. "You make me feel... some kinda way, OK? Like, when you look at me when we're being even a little naughty, I get tingles, but I also get a different sort of, I dunno, tingle when I'm justwith you. Likepeaceful tingles."

"Peaceful tingles?" I repeated after her.

"Yes, peaceful tingles," she sighed and gave me a short glare. "I know, it doesn't make sense. It's something between feeling super attractive and it not being a big deal or anything. Which I don'tget very often. Like, I know I'm kinda weird and not everyone's cup of tea, but I'm still a female, so I get pervy weirdos creeping on me all the time just like everyone else my age. You give me, like, the anti-creep vibe even though we're giving youall the reasons to act like a creep."

I cleared my throat, smiling in mild confusion. "So this vibe between us is agood thing, and you came over here wanting to spend time with meand have sex."

"Well, I didn't know what you were up to, so I kinda just came over for sex tonight," she said with that little impish grin crawling back onto her lips. "Though if you're not, like, into sex or something, I could put the coat back on and just hang out."

"We'll hang out," I told her. "Iwant to hang out with you." Then I leaned in and kissed her cheek, then kissed her again at the edge of her jaw, and then lower onto her neck. "But I'm also very happy to be your reverse-booty-call, too, Elyse."

She moaned, eyes closed and bending her neck to give me better access, as I softly sucked on her throat and let my hands start to wander. The one around her, holding her close, rubbed between her shoulders, feeling her lithe body under my touch, and then slid up to the base of neck, then higher to the shaved part of her scalp and up into her dirty blonde hair. I gently took her hair in hand and tilted her head back even further, making her grin at my taking charge. My other hand slid up her outer thigh and hip, travelling up her skinny little torso to her chest. I caught a nipple between two fingers, giving her small breast a wiggle, before rolling her nipple gently.

"Did you have an idea of what sort of sex you were hoping for while you were driving over here?" I asked her, kissing her ear as she let me manoeuvre her head freely.

"Um. I dunno," she murmured.

"You liked our last time, right? A little rough, and a little demanding?"

"God, yes," she sighed and chewed on her lower lip, eyes closed as she remembered herself as Renee getting fucked by the big bad werewolf played by me.

"Then let's do a little experimenting," I suggested. "See if you like something completely different."

That had her blinking her eyes open and frowning slightly in confusion. "Completely different? Like... what would that even be? BDSM stuff with no actual sex?"

I snorted softly, and she let me turn her face towards me even though she'd been broken out of the more dreamy element of our conversation for the moment. "I meant that if you're interested, you delightful woman, I want to make slow, sweet love to you. To see if we can vibe that way too. And if it's not doing anything for you, we can switch it up."

Elyse smacked her lips lightly, looking at me in surprise. And it kind of hurt my heart that she would besurprised I would want to do something more emotionally intimate with her. What stuff had happened, or been said to her, to make her think Iwouldn't want that?

So I kissed her, gently, and turned it into a simmering make-out that had us slowly shifting until she was lying flat on the couch and I was cuddled up beside and partially on top of her, stroking her naked stomach with one hand while her head was pillowed on my other arm under her. Her hands had been busy, feeling up under my shirt, and down over my running pants, before delving down to feel my half-hard cock through my boxers with her fingers. The kissing changed and morphed as we went, sometimes light and feathery, other times with our tongues battling almost like we were trying to judo wrestle with them.

When I finally pulled away, just a few inches so that I was looking down into her big, gorgeous eyes, I smiled softly. "So what do you think?"

"What?" she asked, looking at me with that dreamy expression from before. "Think about what?"

"Me taking you upstairs to my bed and making love to you?"

"Oh," she said, then she rose up to me and kissed me firmly. "On one condition," she said as she laid back down.

"What's that?" I asked with a little smirk.

"I don't care if it's before or after, but I kinda want you to fuck my face like that time out in the hot tub," she said. "It turned me onso much and I want to do that again."

I chuckled and raised my hand up to move her hair away behind her ear again - it had a tendency to go a little wild, I was finding. "I think we can make that happen," I murmured, lowering down to kiss her again. That kiss lingered and developed, drawing out slowly.

"I thought you were taking me upstairs?" she giggled quietly when it finally ended.

"You make a good case for staying right here on the couch," I shrugged.

"Shane," she asked. "Will you please take me upstairs and make love to me?"

That made me laugh and I sat up, tugging her with me. "Gladly, Elyse. Whenever you want."

- - - - -

"Holy motherfucking tits, Shane," Elyse whimpered into the pillow she was hugging. "Oh myGawd."

I grunted wordlessly in return, pulling her closer to me so that her warm back was pressed to my chest and I burrowed my cock more firmly into her. Spooning wasn't my favourite position for any sort of rigorous fucking, so it rarely came up in my repertoire when it came to The Game, but during my various relationships over the years it had been a go-to for sleepy, intimate moments because it had that element of cuddling, and holding. There were also the perks of neither partner being 'on top,' which meant my hands could wander lazily without worrying about who was putting their weight where.

Elyse hugging a pillow made that last part a little more difficult, but she was feeling a bit overwhelmed and had grabbed on and not let go.

"Good?" I asked after a moment, double-checking that the blonde coed was actually enjoying this switch up from what she'd actually come over to my place wanting.

"Um-hmm," she hummed, nodding. Then, as I slid two of my fingers on either side of her slick little clit hood again, my hand wedged between her curled-up legs to do it, and ground my cock into her in a soft thrust she let out her breath in a heavy sigh as she came again.

That made me hum a soft chuckle, feeling her relax in my arms with the release.

"It's not fair," she said a couple of minutes of pure snuggling later.

"What isn't fair?" I asked.

"That you get to make me come like that," she complained softly. "Over and over. And you haven't come once even though you'reso hard right now."

"I need to pace myself a bit, hon," I said, slowly running my fingers through her wild blonde hair as I continued to hold her close to me with my other hand on her taut stomach. "I only get two a night, three if we start early and I'm well-hydrated."

"That's what I mean," she giggled. "Biology isn't fair."

"I guess it isn't," I laughed with her.

We were quiet, just enjoying the presence of each other for another minute.

"Two or three, huh?" she asked.

I snorted softly. "Yeah, two or three."

"I'd prefer three," she said, and I could hear the wicked grin on her lips even if she was facing away from me. "I'm thinking you should creampie me, you should shoot one down my throat and you should paint my face with one like the little Shane's Cum Slut that I am."

The filthy talk made me groan softly and my cock swelled in her, making her groan as well.

"Can I sleep here tonight?" she asked, pulling off my cock and turning over to look me in the eyes. Her hands found my cock and stroked it gently between us. "Is that OK? I know it's more than a booty call at that point."

"Elyse, baby, of course," I said, leaning forward and kissing her sweetly. "I wouldn'twant you to leave after a night like this."

"Thanks, Shane," she grinned with that disgustingly innocent look she got sometimes.

I kissed the tip of her nose because she was giving me such a cute look with her big blue eyes.

"Do you have stuff you need to get done downstairs or in your office or anything before bed?" she asked.

"Nothing important," I told her. "I'm not planning-"

"No, I mean, is there anything you can do?" she laughed. "You've made love to me now. I feel loved. OK? And fuck it was amazing. I want that again and again. I think I just learned like... eight new things about sex, and it wasn't just weird sexual positions or anything. But I kinda want you tofuck me still. Use me for yourself. Like I said in the consent letter thing."

"OK," I agreed, smiling at her and giving her another little peck on the lips. "What does that have to do with me going to get things done downstairs?"

"Oh, right," she said. "Because I want to put a little buffer between this and that - you were right, this was amazing and I want to remember you making love to me separately from you fucking the shit out of me. And we need to give your big ol' cock a break. So I'll run out to my car and grab my bag, and come back up here and get cleaned up and dress all cute and sexy for you so that whenyou come back up here you can ravage me like the slutty, horny college coed sex toy I want you to treat me as."

I swallowed hard, almost a gulp, because that sounded hot as hell.

"On one condition," I said.

"Anything," she promised.

"You have to put that coat back on to run out to your car," I said.

She started giggling and nodding, which just made me laugh as well.

Chapter 60

"Morning," Mel said, making me jump.

"Holy shit," I exclaimed, letting out a hard breath as she started laughing softly.

"What, you weren't expecting me?" she asked, coming into the kitchen still grinning.

"I had a late night," I sighed, leaning heavily against the counter as I tried to swallow my heart out of my throat and back into my chest.

"Mhmm," she hummed, giving me a look.

"What?" I asked.

"Well, I had to park on the street because there's a car in your driveway," my best friend said. "And I've had that particular car parked at my house over the past couple of years, so I'm pretty sureyou had a sleepover with a college coed. You little manwhore."

"Guilty," I grunted and shrugged, pouring her a cup of coffee.

"Is it Elyse or Tori?" Mel asked, taking her usual seat at my table and accepting her mug from me. "And where is she?"

"Elyse," I said. "And she just finished showering before you must have come in, so I wasn't expecting someone on the first floor."

"Hmmhmmhmm," Mel smirked, humming her laugh into her first sip of coffee as she looked at me over the rim of the mug.

"Don't do that," I rolled my eyes as I turned back to making breakfast.

"I'm not doing anything," she said.

"You're trying to decide whether to tease me, praise me, or tell me off," I said. "And don't worry, I'm doing all three more than enough in my own head, you don't need to do it for me."

"Teasing it is," she smirked.

"Fuck off," I chuckled.

"Sounds like you've been fucking off," she said.

"Weak," I said, pointing at her with the lifter I was using on the eggs in the frying pan. "Very weak."

"You're right. I need to work on better material," she sighed.

The conversation pivoted as I took the eggs out of the pan and gestured if she wanted me to make her a plate as well, which she accepted after a moment. It wouldn't be the first time we shared a breakfast, but we usually stuck to coffee for our morning visits. I was just wrapping up cooking her eggs when she cut off telling me about the latest gossip coming out of the theatre troupe group chat at the sound of footsteps in the hallway coming our way.

That was the split second I realised I probably should have warned Elyse that someone else was in the house because it would be totally in her wheelhouse - hell, it would be just likeany of the three girls with how comfortable they'd gotten in my house - to come down to breakfast naked. But shemust have heard our voices, right?

"Morning, Mrs M," Elyse said brightly as she entered the kitchen and waved to her friend's Mom.

"Good Morning, Elyse," Mel said, her smile brightening as her eyes tracked up and down the quirky, pretty blonde and then over to me. God, I was going to get it the next time we were alone.

Elyse had her hair up in a ponytail, showing off the shaved sides of her head, and while she wasn't wearing any makeup, she still had that radiant, youthful look that only a college-aged young adult could manage. She was wearing a little short-sleeved, crop top white hoodie that showed off lots of her fit torso - and while she wasn't flashing any nipple, it was a high enough crop that she definitelywould if she raised her arms over her head, and I had no doubt she wasn't wearing a bra underneath it. The only other stitch of clothing she was wearing was a pair of skimpy panties that had a high cut on the legs and clung to her mound and butt like a second skin.

She sauntered over to me with a lazy grin. "Good morning, Dungeon Master," she said with a big grin, raising her arms to hug me.

I rolled my eyes as she flashed me her nips, letting her wrap her arms around my shoulders and pull me into a kiss. We'd already said good morning pretty thoroughly when we woke up that morning so it was entirely for the benefit of showing off, the little minx.

"Elyse, hon," Mel said from the kitchen table. "Your ass looks like you've got a weird shaped rash." She knew full well that wasn't the case as she grinned at me over Elyse's shoulder.

"Nope, Shane just gave me a good spanking this morning for being naughty last night," Elyse grinned, letting go of our hug and taking my hand from her back and lowering it down to her butt. "See? Hand-shaped."

"Mhmm," Mel hummed, still smirking hard as she took another sip from her mug.

"Breakfast," I grunted, unable to form more words than that because I was dying on the inside. There was no way I was going to live downthis for the next twenty years of my friendship with Mel.

Maybe ever.

I couldn't help giving Elyse's perfect little plump ass cheek a squeeze though.

"Mmm, thank you," Elyse said, picking up the plates I gestured to on the counter as I started plating the last set of eggs. She sauntered over to the kitchen table. "Do you come over for breakfast a lot, Mrs M?"

"Usually just coffee, Elyse," Mel said. "And I think you can call me Mel now."

"OK," Elyse smiled, putting the two plates down and skipping back into the kitchen to grab utensils for us.

When I turned with the final plate, I caught Mel eyeing up Elyse's backside as she was at the utensil drawer. She realised I'd caught her and blushed. Hah, I thought. Maybe I could get out of the worst of the invitable teasing after all. Mel was as bisexual now as she had been whenwe were in college, so it was hard to blame her for wandering eyes with a co-ed like Elyse walking around barely covered.

"So, was Shane a good host, Elyse?" Mel asked, pivoting back to territory that put me in the hot seat.

"Is he ever not?" Elyse asked as she sat down and flashed me a grin as I joined them. "I mean, come on - I'm not, like, a floozy, but I don't know if I knowanyone my age who goes out for a hook-up and gets a homemade breakfast like this in the morning. Let alone the outrageously amazing sexand fresh sheets before falling asleep."

"Let alone," Mel said, her smirk widening.

"Well, I mean, you know how he is," Elyse grinned, clearly aware of how uncomfortable I was and enjoying every second of it. She knew that she and Mel shared something now, something that under almost any circumstance would befucking weird - they both knew they were fucking me. Under different circumstances, sure, but it wasn't even like Mel and I had been way in the past. How many twenty-year-olds knew they were fucking the same guy as one of their best friend's Moms, and not in a creepy affair kind of situation? The kinkyness of it all was probably making her a little giddy, and knowing her, she'd likely be hoping that I'd 'punish' her again for being naughty. "Amazing cock," she continued, counting off on her fingers. "Super caring. Super sex skills. Great tongue. And, oh myGod, he shoots such big loads, right? Like, honestly, if all Mr M and the two of the other guys in your D&D group fuck like this too, I don't know how you guys ever actually play the game."

Or maybe Elyse knew how uncomfortable I was and was more than willing to turn it around on Mel, too.

I could get used to this.

Melissa was blushing now as she stuck her fork into her eggs. "Shaneis special," she said. "The others are pretty special too, but Shane is something else."

"M'ok," Elyse said. "This might be TMI, but - has he ever done the 'Let me make love to you' thing with you? Because I came over here wanting to fuck, but he totally blew my mind with the slow, intimate stuff."

Mel blushed even harder, glancing at me. "Not for a long time."

"Totally do it," Elyse said, mumbling through a mouthful of food as she covered her mouth with one hand. "Then get him to fuck you hard after. So. Fucking. Good."

My life was getting weird.

Chapter 61

Elyse had to run before Mel did, realising she needed to head back to her place with Tori before she could go to work, and once the co-ed was gone, Mel and I awkwardly sidestepped talking about everything that had come up. We probably both needed a bit of space to think about it.

Because it was awkward, sure. And a little uncomfortable. And funny.

But it was also a change.

One of the biggest rules of The Game had always been that the sex was part of The Game, not just us fucking each other. We didn't hook up outside of the game. That was the rule that I was sure had kept our group together for so long without imploding, especially as the couples solidified. Jealousy wasn't a factor at (or in the general vicinity of) the game table. Boundaries had been set and followed naturally - even when the couples started for more kids after weddings had circled through the group. Condoms were used if one of the ladies was off birth control, no complaints. No one wanted to cause drama.

And the stuff with the girls of thenew game had at least beenon game night. It hadn't always beenpart of the game, but it was associated.

Elyse and I having sex - wonderful, energetic, youthful sex that left me feeling a decade younger but also worried about the implications - outside of even the boundaries of Game Night wasdifferent. It didn't follow the rules and boundaries of The Game. And Mel and I both knew it, even if she focused her teasing on what was in front of us.

Once we'd chatted about the Theatre Troupe gossip and gone over the options for that fall's production since she was on deck to direct again, she had the final say over the Script options, and we pivoted to some general D&D talk. Her character Meliana didn't have as strong a connection to the ongoing campaign story this time, having been set up as more of a mercenary, and the entire group knew they were coming up on a big climactic battle with the Dark Lord soon, so she was feeling a little unfulfilled. We talked about some options, going over her backstory a bit as she pointed out some suggestions for things I could hook into if there was time. In return, I offered a couple of suggestions - the party was at level seventeen, so even if they levelled one more time before they fought the Dark Lord they still had progression they could accomplish... if they survived.

We called it after we both finished our second cups of coffee because I really did need to get to work, even if that work was in my home office, and she gave me a kiss on the side of the head as she hugged me before leaving.

Unfortunately, my day slowly soured even with the great morning I'd had and the ongoing flirty texting from all of the girls.

A couple of clients were dragging their feet on paying me for my work. Another one came back around wantingdramatic changes to the project I'd been working on way too late in the process to be making those sorts of changes - I'd have to scrap at least half of what I'd done for them and had approved so far, and that meant upping the quote and making sure they signed off on that.

Tori texted around lunch time that she felt grossed out by one of the older men at her work making her feel uncomfortable. He hadn't crossed a line yet that would make anything reportable, but she was feeling discouraged as hell - and I couldn't do anything about it to help her. I also had the echoing in my mind of 'older guy' bouncing around in my skull a bit - I was an older guy. The situations were different, but the age gap was still there, and the line between creepy and attractive was thin and severe. It wouldn't have taken much for me to be more on the Creep side of it if I'd instigated things more myself, andI still had that feeling that I was doing something kind of wrong.

The fact that Elyse, Rhia and even Tori all sent me pictures of them flashing their tits at exactly 1 PM - giving away that they'd planned it - didn't help my worries. Or pick up my mood for longer than about ten minutes since I got a frustrating call from the client who wanted the rework.

By the time it was 'quitting time' for most of the business world, I really hadn't gotten enough done to warrant my own quitting time - especially considering I'd be taking time off the next day for the girls' Game. So I kept working, muttering to myself since I couldn't even think of what I was going to make for dinner once I finally got somethingdone.

'I think you might be in trouble,' Mel texted. I didn't see it for about five minutes; the ping my phone made when I got a text was drowned out by my music.

I sent her several question marks in reply, wondering what couldpossibly be added to my stress levels now.

She started typing almost immediately, so she must have been looking at her phone.'Rhia was on the phone upstairs and started yelling a bit. I think she found out about Elyse staying over.'

I frowned, shaking my head a little, and started typing a response, but Mel sent another message.

'Oof, Shane. Big Oof.'

I grimaced and erased what I was going to say, setting my phone to the side. That was the sort of thing she'd said since college to signify that someone had made a big mistake, but I wasn't a fucking kid, I wasn't interested in playing games of communication tag or any games in general, and I didn't think I'd done anything wrong.

I also didn't have the fucking mental energy to try and parse what she meant by that. If the girls had something going on that I needed to know about, they could tell me themselves. And if they didn't and got even more upset for some reason, then it would be on them and they weren't ready for an adult relationship like we were engaging in.

It was almost 10 PM when I got a FaceTime call, breaking me out of the zone I had finally managed to fall into, and my stomach growled in protest as I flipped my phone over and saw that I had half a dozen message notifications along with the incoming call. It was the girls, so I blew out a breath and wiped my face before answering.

"Hey, ladies," I said.

"Oh good, you're not dead!" Rhia said. It looked like she was walking through her house, heading from the basement to the upper floor.

"Is everything OK?" Tori asked. "You usually respond to texts pretty quickly and we hadn't heard from you for likehours." She was at her desk in her bedroom at the apartment she shared with Elyse - and knowing I recognized the inside of her bedroom from the pictures she sent me was kind of weird considering I'd never seen it in person.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, girls," I said. "I've got a lot of work I've been grinding away at, and I got zoned in on a project. Headphones didn't help."

"I figured it was something like that," Elyse said. She was lying on a couch with AirPods in her ears, looking up at her phone in a way that reminded me of her looking up at me in bed last night while I was-

I cleared my throat. "Was this just an emergency check that I didn't fall in the toilet and get stuck, or did you ladies need me for something?" I asked.

The lame joke got eyerolls out of all three of them.

"We actually had a question about tomorrow," Rhia said, still walking and entering her bedroom, shutting the door behind her. "We were wondering- Hold on." The view from the phone went blurry for a moment then came to a rest facing up at her ceiling, and there was some rustling before she climbed onto the bed over her phone, flashing us all her dangling tits for a moment as she'd taken off her shirt. Then she picked the phone back up and got oriented as she was lying back against the pillows at the head of her bed, her big, bare breasts mostly in frame. "There we go," she sighed. "So we were wondering-"

"Really?" Tori didn't let her continue. "I mean, really?"

"What?" Rhia asked, clearly knowing exactly what but being obstinate. "We hang out naked all the time at Shane's. What's the big deal about some titties?"

"You're notnaked-naked, are you?" Elyse asked. "Because if we're turning this into phone sex then I want to know up front."

"No, I'm not naked," Rhia said. "And I'm not touching myself. Unless you guysdo want to have phone sex?"

"You guys were wonderingwhat exactly?' I interrupted.

"We realised we've all been asking questions about defences and resources and making plans and stuff," Tori said. "But we kind of glossed over the fact that the Duke's bedroom is magically protected for some reason. Since we're helping organise the defenses of the castle, can anyone tell us what's being protected or if it could help us with the battle?"

"Oh, and I also realised we didn't ask about any, like, heroic dead ancestors of the family who might have been buried with, I don't know, magic weapons or armour?" Rhia added. "Like a +1 Longsword of Werewolf Slaying or something?"

I grinned and chuckled softly, finally feeling like I was getting some footing in this conversation even with the distraction of Rhia's beautiful, heavy tits bouncing in and out of the edge of the frame of her camera. "Alright, let's see. The old Chamberlain and Lady Aileen don't knowwhat magic is protecting the Duke's chambers, or what it's protecting - but the rumours of thieves disappearing isalmost entirely true. A couple didn't disappear; they were found the morning after their break-ins, one half hanging out of the outer tower window, having tried to scale the tower and slip in that way, and one lying dead just inside the open door. They had no marks on their bodies to give any hints to how they died, but the Chamberlain does mention the Duke saying something about the defenses being 'Silent as a Nightmare.' As for historical heroes associated with the family, itis a common tradition for warriors to be buried with their arms and armour. Most of the family history is fairly steady for the past couple hundred years, but therewas a younger brother of the current Duke Unger's great-Grandfather who was said to have travelled to the great plains of the South and worked as a mercenary captain for a time before returning with wild tales, a personal fortune, and exotic weapons and armour - he also, unfortunately, was short one foot, one hand, one eye and one ear and so no heroics were witnessed by anyone inthis region. He had a mausoleum erected somewhere to the west in the forest - they can find a local hunter who might know where it is if you think it's important."

"What about allies?" Elyse asked. "Like any old pacts with, say, an army of ghosts trapped under a mountain? Or a regiment of Elves coming to fulfill ancient oaths?"

That got Tori and Rhia snorting softly. "This isn't Lord of the Rings," Rhia said.

"Well, it doesn't hurt to ask," Elyse grinned wryly.

"No, it doesn't," I agreed. "Unfortunately, all those sorts of promises would have been paid back years ago due to the War against the Dark Lord. And as far as anyone in the castle is aware, there is no fallen civilization hidden in the hills nearby whose unquiet dead are awaiting the return of a bloodline they swore their aid to." Out of view of the call, I scribbled a note to myself. Just because no one in the castle was aware of it didn't mean that there hadn't been someone living in the region before the Dragonstorm.

"OK, so we need to decide if we want to try and figure out if there's anything useful in the Duke's bedroom - and it might be some sort of Nightmare monster or something. And we need to check out that mausoleum," Rhia said. "A rich, retired mercenary could have all sorts of magic weapons and stuff."

"Do we have thetime, though?" Elyse asked. "How long do we have before we expect an attack, Shane?"

"You're not sure," I said. "It took one long night of terror and running through the forest to reach the Castle. Moving a small army takes longer, and the different bandit groups weren't all on the same page yet when you left."

"But they know we got away, and they know we know their plan because Renee got it straight from the werewolf's mouth," Tori said. "So they might try and speed up their timeline."

"That's true," I nodded.

"Shit," Rhia sighed. "We should try to do at least one of them. What do you guys think?"

"Ladies," I cut in before they could get into a discussion. "I'd love to stick around, but Ido need to get back to work. I also haven't eaten dinner yet. So if youdo decide to chase one of those leads, let me know, and remember to get me your lists for how each of you is helping prepare the defences of the keep."

All three of them started berating me for not eating dinner at a reasonable time and rushed me off the call so that they could talk strategy. Once I was gone, having gotten air kisses blown at me by all three of them, I sighed and shook my head. Mel hadclearly been wrong about what she'd heard or was blowing it out of proportion.

I checked my texts and saw that I had a couple of messages from each of them. Mostly the same as before - a sneaky topless picture from Rhia as she was riding a stationary bike in her parents basement, a cute picture of Tori in her bathroom as she was about to take a shower after work, covering her breasts teasingly with an arm, and an extra dirty picture from Elyse of her perfect, bouncy ass as she gripped one cheek and pulled it slightly open, giving a hint of a look at her butthole and pussy lips. That last one came with a tag about the handprint from me spanking her having disappeared. I'd gone a little overboard that morning with her to leave a print that lasted longer than a moment, but she'd loved it.

The next texts were all three of them asking if I was OK about an hour after they'd sent their various pictures.

"See?" I murmured, getting up from my desk chair and starting to head down to my kitchen. "No problems at all."

Now all I needed to do was start prepping a magical trap encounter or a short tomb dungeon delve. Because Itotally had the time to do that after I made shit up off the top of my head and still had a stack of work waiting for my attention, plus whatever the girls came up with to mess with my battle plan.

"I should really get paid for this shit," I sighed to my cat Jasper as I found him lounging in one of his preferred places in the house during summer - the lingering warmth where the sun beat down through my back window onto a ledge. He looked at me with his big yellow eyes and yawned, not giving a fuck.

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