DM Shane and the Dirty 20s Ch 53-55

Aka the project formerly known as Untitled D&D Group Story

Chapter 53

The girls had prepped another fantastic dinner, and while it wasn’t quite the visual presentation as it had been the week before since everyone still had all their clothes on, it was wonderfully relaxed and casual. Seeing Rhia, Elyse and Tori all feeling at home in my home, freely moving around the kitchen, was a sort of trip all by itself. And the conversation ranged far and wide - some of it was banter about shit that I had to categorise in a ‘not my generation’ mental box because I had no idea about the show or music artist they were talking about. And a bit of it was gossip about other college students in their class. But plenty of it was right in my wheelhouse; movies, old and new. Local news. Some of the Profs in their program.

And then dinner was over, and the girls refused to let me help clean up as they took turns sitting at the table and keeping the conversation going while the other two would clean. 

And then the clothes dropped all at once, and all three of them were naked and ready for the hot tub.

“You know, you could bring swimsuits over,” I teased them once we were all out there and ensconced in the glorious warmth.

“But then we wouldn’t get to ogle you,” Tori grinned.

“Or let you ogle us,” Rhia chuckled, bouncing in her seat a little so that her breasts bobbed right at the edge of the water.

“Or each other,” Elyse tacked on at the end with a snort, reaching out one foot and prodding Rhia’s boob with her big toe, making all three of you laugh.

“Hey, don’t think I’m complaining here,” I said. “I just want to make sure you all know it’s not expected.”

“Shane,” Tori sighed, shaking her head and sliding down her side of the hot tub closer to me. “The moment one of us feels like getting naked with you is expected is the moment we all get uncomfortable, and this ends. So just enjoy the eye candy, and the blowjobs, and the fucking.” She got half out of the water to lean over and purse her lips, kissing me lightly before sitting back in the water and returning to her seat.

“Um… on that note…” Rhia said, her confidant tone diminishing significantly. That had both Elyse and Tori looking at her in concern, and I could understand why. It sounded like she was about to admit she was uncomfortable or feeling like there were expectations. Way to pick your timing, Rhiannon, you thought with an internal sigh. “So, I need to, uh, tell you guys something.”

“You OK?” Elyse asked with a frown, scooting towards her through the water.

“No- I mean, yes, I’m fine,” Rhia said, holding up a hand to assure the other two girls. “I’m totally fine. Maybe too fine, even?”

“Rhia, what does that mean?” Tori asked.

“I just mean all of this - the eye candy, the blowjobs, the fucking - it’s kind of like… what I… wanted?” Rhia said slowly, her voice rising almost two octaves as she spoke.

“Wait, like… you wanted it before it happened?” Tori asked after a moment.

“Like you planned it?” Elyse asked. Then she looked at me. Concerned.

“Shane didn’t know,” Rhia said quickly. “I- OK, just listen to me for a sec, OK? This is weird and complicated. Shane already said he has another game that is like this one, right? Well, that one is with my parents and their friends. I kind of discovered it was a thing a few years ago, and it’s been like a thing for me? And so when we had a group of us who wanted to play, and it was mostly people I thought would be… compatible… I thought maybe it could happen. But I didn’t tell anyone, which I know is kinda fucked and not being a good Party member. Or a good friend. Then the guys dropped out, but we still had Shane, and like - it could still happen, but I didn’t tell him I was kinda angling for the sex and stuff until after the first session, and he was immediately like ‘What the Fuck, Rhia?’ and warned me and got a little mad that I was keeping secrets. So he made me own up to my parents first that I knew about their game, and that was a whole thing. And at the same time, it was like, I didn’t want my horny fantasy to fuck with how fun the game already was. But I also kinda still wanted stuff to happen. So I tested the waters and you girls were totally down to flash Shane, and then everything happened out here with the hot tub, and Shane had the whole consent talk and we’ve all fucked and now I’m telling you guys too late but I also had to tell you because I’ve felt awful for not telling you but I didn’t want to ruin it and-” she cut off, gasping for breath. It sounded like she was about to start rambling all over again but Tori shut her up by splashing her, leaving Rhia spluttering.

Elyse looked at me. “You really didn’t know she was planning for us to be all Fucky-Fucky?” she asked.

“Not until after the first session, and then I was trying to keep my eye out to make sure neither of you were being pressured,” I said. “She was supposed to tell you sooner than this.”

“Fuck, Rhia,” Tori sighed, glaring across the hot tub at her friend. Then she snorted and rolled her eyes. “You horny bitch.”

“Hey, you were the first one to do stuff with him,” Rhia said. “And it’s not like I suggested it.”

“That’s true,” Tori chuckled, shaking her head at her own actions.

“Technically, I’m the one who did something with him first,” Elyse said, then made the universal Blowjob hand motion. “And to be fair, even if all this hadn’t happened I was still planning on hooking up with you, Shane. I told you that already.”

“You did,” I chuckled softly.

“I dunno,” Elyse continued, leaning back and shaking her head as she spread her arms out along the back of the hot tub seats, her nipples peeking up out of the water. “I for one am happy with how things are going right now, and I don’t know if I would have agreed to all this if I’d known you were planning it ahead of time, Rhi. It kind of sounds like a ridiculous mess when you spell it out. But I also kind of love it so it’s hard to even be mad.”

“That’s true, I definitely wouldn’t have gone along with this if you’d just said, ‘Hey, I know this DM who runs Sex D&D,’” Tori snorted. “But I also see you didn’t actually push us into anything. We definitely made our own choices. And you didn’t push us at all for anything, Shane.”

“Thanks for confirming that,” I sighed and nodded thankfully. “I was worried that Little Miss Horndog was getting in my head.”

“Excuse me, my title is ‘Princess Horndog,’ thank you very much,” Rhia said with a grin. Then she looked at her friends. “Seriously, guys, I’m so sorry, but also not sorry.”

“Forgiven,” Tori decreed.

“Nothing to forgive,” Elyse added her own decision.

“OK, but seriously for a second, you wanted to do Sex D&D with Nate?” Tori asked Rhia.

“Well… no,” Rhia said. “But I figured you and him were already, like, sexual Elyse, and he was a package deal with Isaac.”

“You like Isaac?” Tori asked.

“You think I fucked Nate?” Elyse asked over top of her roommate.

“No, I don’t like Isaac, I just thought he would be able to handle it and wasn’t weird, and he has that cute butt chin,” Rhia said. “And you didn’t fuck Nate at the start of last year?”

“No,” Elyse said. “God, really? Nate?”

“I don’t know, you guys were hanging out all the time and stuff,” Rhia said.

“Nate’s-” Elyse started, then cut off abruptly.

“Nate’s what?” Tori asked.

“Oh,” Rhia said.

“Don’t say anything to anyone!” Elyse said quickly.

“I won’t,” Rhia promised.

“Nate’s what?” Tori asked, not having clued in as fast as I had.

“I’m guessing, Tori, that Nate might play for the other team,” I said. “And that’s something that shouldn’t gossiped about.”

“Oh,” Tori said, then shook her head and nodded. “Oh, right. Yeah. OK. I promise I won’t say anything.”

“God, I didn’t know that was a rumour,” Elyse murmured, rubbing at her face. “Me and Nate?”

“Well, I guess it helped keep his secret in the closet, cause I had no idea,” Rhia shrugged. “Fuck - that would have made Sex D&D real interesting.”

Elyse snorted and looked at me. “Do, uh, any guys get involved with each other in your other game?”

“No,” I said. “And it’s not something I’m particularly interested in. The closest we get is group sex with two or three guys focused on one woman.”

Tori grunted, clearly envisioning it for a moment.

“Fuck,” Rhia sighed. “That really would have made things awkward unless Isaac or Ian were down to fool around with him.”

“Honestly, I wouldn’t have done any of this if any of them were here,” Tori said. “I mean, I like Ian and Isaac and Nate, but not like that. I’m not attracted to them, at least more than a casual glance. I wouldn’t have felt safe being vulnerable with them like this. Like, Shane, you look but you don’t stare at us when we’re naked. You give off this, ‘Damn, I acknowledge you’re hot and I appreciate that you’re naked, but I’m in full control of myself and not going to do anything stupid’ vibe that I can’t imagine any of those guys having.”

“To be fair, I think Nate would be able to control himself,” Elyse smirked, making Rhia snort.

“Fair,” Tori chuckled. “Anyways, we’re making proclamations and confessions, so here’s mine - I’m really fucking happy to be friends and fuck around with both of you girls, and I’m really happy for you to be our Sex D&D Dungeon Master and explore myself sexually with you, Shane. You girls are totally my best friends by a mile, and you’re the coolest person I know, Shane.”

“I- Thank you,” I said, finding myself surprisingly emotional over the slightly ridiculous stuff she’d said. All the words made sense in the order she said them, but the situation was… stupendous.

“We’re not just best friends, we’re breast friends,” Elyse grinned, standing up out of the water and stepping into the middle of the hot tub, naked and exposed down to her waist. “Come on, group hug.”

Both girls got up out of the water and slipped their arms around each other, and then all three of them looked at me. I rolled my eyes with a smile and stood, my erection coming up out of the water as I wrapped my arms around the three of them and we shared a wet, naked hug.

“So…” Elyse said as we held each other. “No sex during the session today. Who’s down to get ourselves off in front of each other?” The other girls started laughing, and I looked up at the twinkle lights woven into the roof of the hot tub enclosure, trying not to blush. “What? I wasn’t kidding. I’m horny as fuck and watching you guys play with yourselves was so hot last time,” Elyse said.

“... Fine,” Tori eventually said, pulling away from the hug and sitting on the tub's edge. “I’m in if you guys are.”

“I’m in,” Rhia said, backing away and sitting her butt on the edge as well, spreading her legs and running two fingers along her pretty lips.

“It was my idea,” Elyse grinned, taking her own seat.

They all looked at me.

“Fine,” I finally chuckled. “Sure. It’s a tough ask, but I think I can manage it.”

Rhia snorted, grinning as she eyefucked me from head to cock. “‘Fine’ he says. Like he doesn’t get to watch three hot coeds diddle themselves and will love every second of it.”

“Hey,” Tori said. “Your mom is pretty fucking hot, Rhia. And he gets to do Sex D&D with her. Maybe jerking off to college girls just isn’t as exciting when he can fuck your Mom.”

“Oh, God,” Rhia groaned. “Puh-lease don’t start making Your Mom jokes to me about this?”

“You think your Mom gives good head?” Elyse asked as I sat down and shook my head, not planning to save Ria from the consequences of her actions at all. “Maybe she could give me some tips.”

Rhia groaned again.

Chapter 54

‘Hey Shane :P’

Before the girls had left on game day, I’d given Tori and Elyse my number since it had been a month of us playing and I wanted to give them the opportunity to change up anything in their backstory before we pushed into the next part of the story arc. We were technically already a quarter of the way through the summer, too.

It also kind of felt like it was time for us to have contact info for each other, considering everything else that was going on.

What I hadn’t been planning was that Tori and Elyse would use my number to start texting me about a lot more than just their backstory changes or any build changes they wanted to make.

It started with a voice note from Tori, though it was technically both her and Elyse together, telling me Good Night in sing-song voices the night after the game. It sounded like they’d been up drinking together after they got home, likely talking about everything that had happened.

The next morning Elyse texted me a picture of her outfit for the day, a cute little crop top and shorts combo, asking if it looked too ‘teenager’ for a college girl to go to the mall in. I’d told her she looked good for a casual day, and she’d responded with another picture flashing her little tits at me and sticking out her tongue.

Tori had messaged me while she was at work, asking me for advice. She was interning at her uncle’s business in town for the summer in the marketing department and was having a personality clash with one of the full-time employees. After I gave her my take she sent me a picture of herself shooting a thankful look into her camera phone, her button-down blouse clearly unbuttoned a little lower than would be appropriate and pulled open just a little to flash some extra cleavage.

Elyse called me that night, picking my brain for what she should make for dinner and talking through some of her ideas for if the worst happened and Renee de l’Ombre died at some point during the summer and she needed a new character.

The next few days were much the same. Tori was more reserved than Elyse in her teasing photos, but they were both flirting with me hard.

I wasn’t an idiot. I knew they were flirting with me.

I just didn’t know what to do about it, because that wasn’t how The Game was supposed to work. It was supposed to be a contained thing. What happened in the Game stayed in the Game.

It was Monday night, and I’d been texting on my phone twice as much as I would most weeks. Adding two college coeds to my regular easily doubled the number of texts I was sending on a daily basis.

‘Just found out Tori and Elyse have been talking with you ALL THE TIME. I’m Jelly of my Lumpy :(‘

I had texts dating back years with Rhiannon.

This was the first time I got a selfie from her.

This was definitely the first time I got a topless selfie from her.

She was on the couch at her parents' place, lying down on it and looking up at her phone. Her shirt was pulled up over her braless tits and she was sticking her tongue out at the camera.

I had to groan as I closed my eyes and resisted the strange flash of panic in my chest.

That picture would have been an utter disaster two months ago. My best friends’ daughter sending me a picture of her tits. Now, it was fair game.

Life was wild.

‘Hey, Snorey,’ I replied. ‘Looking relaxed :P Hope your parents aren’t gonna catch you.’

‘HAH. Dad would DIE,’ she replied. ‘They are out. I’m bored.’

‘Wanna play a game?’ I offered. ‘I’m still the Mario Kart Champ.’

‘GFYS! I won last time!’

‘GFYS?’

She sent me an eye-roll emoji. ‘Go Fuck Yourself, Shane. I won the last tourney.’

‘Last tourney didn’t get to finish, remember? It’s not a win unless it’s a win.’

She sent me a middle finger emoji and then a go-kart and a checkered flag.

We played for about an hour, and I beat her best out of seven, before I could hear through her headset that Mel and Dan had come home. They both said hello to me when they found out who she was talking to.

I got a text later that night from Mel. ‘Mario Kart?’

‘Your daughter was bored and sent me a topless pic,’ I told her honestly. ‘I figured it was safer to distract her than having her in THAT kind of mood.’

I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but it wasn’t a trio of crying-laughing emojis.

Chapter 55

“I don’t understand why they aren’t listening to us,” Tori grumbled, running her fingers through her hair in frustration.

“Because we rolled like shit on our Diplomacy,” Rhia sighed.

The fifth session of the campaign was not going the way the girls had been hoping. 

Rhia was right, they had rolled like shit on a couple of key diplomacy checks. The first two I’d had contingency ideas for - the guards at the gate of the fort hadn’t believed that the three adventurers and their woodsman companion were of any import whatsoever and they hadn’t been granted an audience with the Princess, the Castellan in charge of the Duchy while the Duke was away, or the Garrison Captain. They had, however, still been allowed into the courtyard of the fort where they’d been presented to the local Sheriff.

Then they bombed a very easy roll with the Sheriff, managing to offend the man when they insinuated he was shit at his job. To be fair, he wasn’t exactly a character that I’d designed to be extraordinary at his job, but he wasn’t a corrupt son of a bitch either. He was just one man trying to do the job of what should have been an entire regiment.

Even then, I’d had ideas. They were in need of healing and food. The Fort healer was a Hedge Monk, a man of faith in the natural world instead of the Gods. What I hadn’t counted on was Rhia loudly disclaiming any healer who spurned the Gods, unprompted, to the man’s face. He’d healed them, since that was his calling, bringing them all back to half their hit points, but he didn’t go out of his way and he certainly wasn’t trusting their wild story about ‘an army of bandits led by a werewolf gathering in the forest.’

And now, after another disastrous roll, they had pissed off the cook when they tried to ask for food and managed to ruin the meal intended for those eating in the main hall that night in a Rube Goldberg machine-worthy chain of actions. Even if I was shocked at how poorly they were rolling, I was pretty proud of my description of that specific sequence that had led to the suckling pig half swallowing the lad who turned the spit as he ran around in a blind panic until he tripped and fell into the pantry and a fresh bag of ground flour.

Now the three adventurers, and poor Fergus, were sitting out in a corner of the courtyard looking for all the world like a band of beaten-down travellers who had been thrown out of the last three places they’d stayed and were gunning for a fourth.

“We’ve tried the nice way,” Elyse said. “What if we try the… not nice way?”

“You mean we try to take over the castle?” Tori asked.

“I mean… it’s not the worst idea,” Rhia frowned.

“Except it would be considered treason, wouldn’t it?” Tori asked. “Not to mention the fact that that’s pretty much exactly what we’re trying to stop Alexander from doing. It would just make us the bad guys.”

“I didn’t mean take over the castle,” Elyse clarified. “Just… use something other than basic diplomacy.”

“Intimidation?” Rhia asked. “Like we start threatening our way to the top?”

“Or Deception?” Tori asked. “Lie our asses off until we get to someone we think will listen?”

Elyse sighed, rolling her eyes. “OK, maybe it was my phrasing and me trying not to be fucking obvious. What if we seduce our way to the top?”

“Ooooh,” Tori and Rhia chimed in while I covered my mouth, trying not to laugh. I’d had a feeling that was where Elyse had been hinting the whole time. Then Tori and Rhia both started grinning, and the three of them started scheming.

- - - - -

Olivia of Parnassus was bad at sneaking. It just didn’t come with the territory of any part of her being - trained Paladin, armed and armoured. Clergy of Revelry, God of Parties and Joyous Celebration. Bold Courage and Outspoken Empathy were her schtick. That made her great at certain things; especially at attracting attention.

It did not help with sneaking.

The thing was, getting to the recently widowed daughter of Duke Unger wasn’t something she could just do. Especially after they had pissed off every gatekeeper who might have gotten them deeper access into the citadel of the fort.

So Olivia had to strip off her armour, abandon almost all her weapons to the care of Renee, and tidy herself up. If she couldn’t sneak, she’d need to look the part.

Fergus provided the first piece of disguise they needed when he wandered his way into the Godschapel and managed to lift a simple brown robe. Renee helped get Olivia clean, managing to steal a bar of soap with some magical distractions from the washerwoman emptying her buckets down a grate near the walls. Jade added the last elements, handing over the large set of prayer beads she usually was to give Olivia more of an ‘Official Clergy’ look.

Clad in brown robes, wearing the beads, properly clean for the first time in a week and with only her sword hanging from the simple rope belt of her outfit, Olivia actually looked the part of a visiting clergy of the Gods.

So she walked into the Godschapel, nodding to the local Priest of Duty as he studied a tome of his faith and the Lady of Benevolence who was cleaning and polishing the silver implements the various primary faiths shared in the space. The Priest did a quick double take, his eyes roving down Olivia’s robed body and following her - she got the sense he was watching her ass, not bothered about the sword. He must have been used to trying to discern who might have a nice ass through bulky robes because she was sure he could barely see a single curve. The Lady didn’t even look up from her work.

Olivia went in through the back entryway of the chapel, winding into the bowels of the citadel. She knew she needed to go in, and go up, to find the widow and gain her trust.

Meanwhile, Jade had another mission. Olivia could have accomplished it about as well, most likely, but she was better suited to the stealth-not-stealth mission. Hair-folks weren’t exactly common and a visiting hairfolk clergy would immediately be recognized as the same one who had come through the fort gates earlier that day.

Instead, Jade went looking for trouble. Or rather, she went looking for where trouble usually happened.

There were two places, at the foot of the Duchy seat of power, where trouble would occur. The alehouse, and the guard barracks. Causing enough problems at either one would probably bring her in front of the Garrison Captain eventually, but the alehouse would mean making her way through the current guard on duty, their superior, and whoever else needed to be consulted before she ever made it. That would take time, maybe even days sitting in a cell; time they didn’t have.

Punching a guard in the mouth in the middle of their barracks, though?

That was making a statement.

Jade found the front door, waited for one of the guards to come out and Renee to give the signal, and dashed from where she’d been waiting around the corner and caught the heavy oak door before it closed. With a glance back over her shoulder and a nod at the shadow sorceress, she ducked inside.

The interior of the barracks was primarily a bunkhouse, and Jade found it mostly empty. Three rows of ten bunk beds, a couple of big round tables where it looked like someone had abandoned a game of cards, and three doors. Six of the beds were occupied but a sleeping person; likely the night watch.

“What would you like to do?” I asked Tori. Part of me had wanted to just give them a win for their planning, especially after things had gotten messy with their bad rolls early in the session, but I knew giving a couple of smaller hurdles would make an eventual win feel sweeter and more earned.

Tori blew out a breath, looking down at her character sheet as she absentmindedly spun her pencil. She shook her head and sighed, looking back up at me. “Three doors?”

I nodded. “One pretty obviously, based on what you could tell of the positioning outside, leads around the side of the keep. Another one is standing partially open and looks like it might be a privy area. The last one, sort of in the middle, is shut.”

“The door is shut,” Rhia intoned, immediately making you scoff. “What?” she asked.

“I expected better from you, Missy,” I said, narrowing my eyes and pointing my finger accusingly. “The quote is ‘The way is shut.’”

“Fuuuuck,” Rhia groaned, facepalming.

“Fuckin’ nerds,” Elyse chuckled and grinned.

“I’m going to check the shut door first,” Tori said. “Jade tries to move quietly through the bunkroom without waking any of the sleeping guards.”

“Roll me a Stealth check with advantage because they are all definitely asleep,” I said. 

She rolled, did fast math on her fingers, and smirked. “Seventeen.”

“Nice,” I said. “Alright. Jade makes it across the bunkhouse without anything untoward happening, and the breathing of the sleeping guards doesn’t change except for one guy who starts snoring lightly.”

“I try opening the door,” Tori said.

“You don’t check it for traps?” Rhia asked.

“Why would they have a trapped door in the middle of the guard bunkhouse?” Tori sighed in exasperation.

“I mean, as a trap?” Rhia hedged.

“For sneaky bitches like you,” Elyse chuckled. “I mean, think about it. What if every guard who gets hired is told, ‘Hey, just FYI, don’t open that door. It explodes. It’s just there to catch thieves trying to steal our stuff.’”

Tori worked her mouth a few times and then sighed again, looking back at me. “I guess I check it for traps.”

I snorted and smirked, then had her roll. “You are fairly certain the door is not trapped.”

“Shane,” Tori groaned. “What does that mean?”

Now I did laugh. “It means you are pretty confident you don’t see any signs of a trap.”

“Oh my God,” Tori said. “I don’t know it’s not trapped?”

“Do you know that my bathroom door isn’t secretly trapped?” I asked. “Or do you simply trust that I’m not crazy enough to do that?”

“I-” Tori said, her voice trailing off…

Rhia started snickering, and Elyse was grinning.

“Fuck you guys,” Tori laughed. “I open the door.”

Jade opened the door cautiously, peeking around it and finding a dark stone stairwell leading up about one flight and ending in a double door. She slipped through, closing it quietly behind her, and padded up the stairs to the short landing and the next doors. They were the same heavy oak, but these doors had some decorative accents in their construction, hinting that something important lay beyond.

“I try-” Tori started, then hesitated and narrowed her eyes as she looked at Rhia and Elyse. “I check the door for traps.”

That got snorts and giggles from the others, and she rolled.

“You are reasonably confident there are no traps on these doors,” I said with a smirk. “But, one thing does come up as you’re examining them. You hear a soft grunting coming from the other side.”

Tori raised one delicate eyebrow. “Grunting? Like what kind of grunting? Animal or person?”

“Definitely a person,” I said. “And soft. Not frequent either, just the occasional chesty grunt.”

All three girls looked confused as they tried to think of what it could be, but they couldn’t come up with anything.

“Fuck it,” Tori finally said. “I try to open the door super quietly. And only like two inches so I can peek in or hear better.”

“Roll for Stealth,” I prompted.

She rolled, and when her dice stopped she moaned through pouty lips and leaned forward until her head was pressed to the table before holding up two fingers. “Natural two,” she mumbled.

“You gotta be shittin’ me,” Elyse groaned.

“We all need new dice,” Rhia sighed. “Better dice. Prettier dice.”

“The good news is that as Jade begins opening the door, she only gets it one smidge of an inch open before it starts to squeak. Someone has either been intentionally not oiling these hinges, or they’ve been allowed to get noisy on purpose. The good news is that since you didn’t get a natural one, you manage to stop before you make more than a little ‘Ee!’ of sound.”

“Fuck it,” Tori said. “I push open both doors fast and step in. I’m trying to make an entrance anyway.”

Jade pushed the double doors wide open, each of them squealing like a piglet as their metal hinges complained, and she stepped into what had to be the armoury for the bunkhouse. Racks for weapons and armour stood lining the walls and in neat rows - most were empty, however, and not because of all the guards on duty. One of the problems in the Duchy was that Duke Unger was supporting the King’s war against the Dark Lord in the East. The Armoury, and most of the Garrison, were emptied when the soldiers had marched to war. A dozen spears, half a dozen swords, some cudgels and three new-looking breastplates of boiled leather were all that were waiting to be donned.

Beyond the empty racks was what looked like an office. A big oak desk and two tall stands of cupboards filled with scrolls and books made up the main furniture, and a steel helm with a feathered plume was sitting on the desk.

On a cot under the barred windows at the back of the chamber, where the only light in the space was coming from, the soft grunts cut off in a strangled panic as the Garrison Captain looked down the central row, his eyes in a wide panic and his hand wrapped around his cock, laying back on his cot as he was masturbating in private.

Jade looked at him.

He looked at Jade.

He wasn’t half looking. Younger than she would have expected, maybe eighteen or nineteen and likely appointed to his position because he was the son of someone who had marched to war with the Duke.

“OK, look,” Jade said as she closed the doors behind her and started walking down the empty row of armour stands, peeling off her top as she went. “We can either fight, or we can fuck. Either way, we’re gonna end up sweaty and you’re going to listen to what I say when we’re done.” She dropped her chest bindings as the Captain looked up at her with confused, wide eyes that danced over her tits and up to her face. She started undoing the front laces on her pants. “So what’s it going to be?”