Untitled D&D Group Story Ch 41-44

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Chapter 42

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

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

“God,” I groaned.

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

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

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

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

“Ungh,” I grunted, affecting Big Red’s slightly dopey tone of voice again. “Yes, I do, Jade.”

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

And boy, did she do it.

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

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

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

“So close,” he grunted. “Just keep- ungh, yeah-”

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

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

“You were right,” she said, turning to look over her shoulder at Elyse. “He does taste good.”

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

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

“Amazing, Miss Jade,” he groaned. “Do you want me to make you feel special again, too? Because I'd like to feel special over and over.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sure,” Tori said with a smile.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What are you thinking?” she asked.

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

Chapter 43

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It wouldn’t be on purpose,” Olivia smirked good-naturedly at the men and women around the table. “They’ll do it to themselves.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Last I heard, you and your two companions were causing issues in camp,” Tora grunted.

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

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

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

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

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

Tori snorted, covering her smile with a hand. “Hey, don’t blame me for this.”

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

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

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

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

“Fourteen,” she said with a ‘that’s not bad’ tone, “Aaand… plus my spellcasting modifier?”

“Yep,” I nodded. “Charisma plus proficiency.”

“Oh, that’s good, twenty even!” Elyse said.

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

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

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

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

Chapter 44

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

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

“Well, what’s your goal with Rolf?” I asked.

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

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

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

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

“Hm,” Rolf grunted. “Sounds downright nasty.”

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

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

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

“Oh, we have… the occasional, uh, thing,” Rolf answered. “When we ‘liberate’ some good stock, ale or whiskey or mead. Things can get downright festive.”

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

“Charisma check,” I interrupted the scene.

“Not Diplomacy?” Rhia asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I have Shinevra for her magics,” Houndsfang said. “Even if she is a little… rough around the edges.”

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

Alexander eyed Renee’s body hungrily, then glanced at Tora. “Out,” he ordered his lieutenant.

“Alexa-”

“Out,” he growled forcefully.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I never asked for a gentle beast,” Renee answered.

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

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

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

Tori smirked and rolled her eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I nudged it shut with a foot. “No peeking, it’ll ruin future surprises.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Olivia raised an eyebrow and then put her hands on his shoulders. “Knees,” she ordered him. “Get me ready first.”

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

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