D&D 1 : Auspicious Meetings in Port Nyanzaru (Images, Story)

Disclaimer : There is official Dungeons & Dragons artwork in this post, as well as artwork of my own. Every piece I did not produce was created by the amazing artists at Wizards of the Coast.

This is a record of an actual session of our X-rated D&D campaign. Except for certain scenes, I will be paraphrasing and summarizing our journey here in these entries. During certain key scenes however, I will be using actual quoted dialogue from our game.

Good Girls Presents... Dungeons & Dragons! : Tomb of Annihilation

Part 1 : Auspicious Meetings in Port Nyanzaru

Port Nyanzaru

Nestled deep in the Bay of Chult sits the jewel of the jungle peninsula; the trade city of Port Nyanzaru. Here, exotic scents perfume the air, of incense and spices, while colourful birds fly overhead, and the sounds of busy traders fill the city streets. This is the city, where you're only as good as the weight of your purse, that the Brazen Pegasus made port some hours ago, carrying the scholarly Sun Elf called Alyxia Mistcaller and the stalwart Half-Orc known as Wrath, First of her Name. And it was here, in the legendary harbor ward of Port Nyanzaru that the pair ran afoul of a thieving street urchin who would soon become Alyxia's personal assistant on her sexual expedition.

The young girl - a Half-Orc, same as Wrath - introduced herself as Coral to the pair of adventurers. Coral seemed to display features uncommon for a creature of her lineage; like her petite figure and her timid demeanor. Nevertheless, the precocious, would-be thief seemed to impress Alyxia enough that she was offered an apprenticeship - and an opportunity to get off the streets. Having reached an agreement, the trio set off to find lodgings, and to track down Alyxia's contact at the Chultan chapter of the Pertelope Society...

Wrath & The Fortuneteller

When Wrath spotted the lively and raucous Thundering Lizard Inn while traveling through the market ward, Alyxia and Coral agreed to part ways and investigate the location of the Pertelope Society office, leaving Wrath to secure their rooms. Wrath didn't make it very far before she was beckoned by a haggard old fortuneteller on the side of the road. He looked like little more than a common beggar, but he managed to catch her attention all the same.

The seer pointed Wrath in the direction of the Temple of Savras, where the diviners and the fortunetellers pray and offer their services. It was there, he insisted, that she would learn more of her destiny. Thoroughly distracted from her obligation to her allies, Wrath wandered to the other end of the city, to the merchant's ward, to visit the Temple of Savras.

There, she met the temple's high priest, a wise old man known as Grandfather Zitembe. When she first saw Zitembe, he was in the middle of a verbal confrontation with some young men. Although she couldn't hear what their argument was about, the men left when they noticed Wrath standing in the doorway of the temple. Grandfather Zitembe thanked Wrath for her fortunate timing and invited her in. As he spoke however, Wrath was already distracted by the figure of a lithe, lightly dressed girl, adorned in the symbols of Savras, beckoning to her silently from a dark corner of the main chamber.

Inete, Acolyte of Savras

Wrath excused herself and followed the young girl to a private chamber on the second floor of the temple, a well-lit room decorated with pillows and perfumed by the smell of burning incense, bathed in the sunlight coming in through tall, open windows...

Inete, Acolyte of Savras
"I apologize for the imposition... summoning you up here to meet me. I noticed you from down the avenue in the Market Ward... I spotted you from these windows here."

Inete, Acolyte of Savras gestures to the large open window

"You have an unmistakable aura about you, Lady... what may I call you...?"

Wrath
"Wrath."

Inete, Acolyte of Savras
"Lady Wrath... I do not wish to be rude. You may call me Inete. My grandfather is the head priest at this temple."

Wrath
"It is an honor, Inete."

Inete, Acolyte of Savras
"All those in my family are chosen by Savras as diviners in her service. I sense something great about you, Lady Wrath, and I wish to read your fortune!"

"Except..."

Wrath
"Speak. What holds your tongue?"

Inete, Acolyte of Savras
"I perform consultations in this chamber, Lady Wrath, behind closed doors and away from prying eyes..."

"Have you ever heard of palm readers? Or mind readers? Tea readers? Divination takes many forms, and I'm afraid my gift prevents me from telling your fortune, great though it may be..."

"My grandfather doesn't know it... but I am a cum reader! I can only tell a man's fortune!

Wrath removes her chainmail loincloth, revealing her own dick, which is already hard in the presence of the temple maiden.

Inete, Acolyte of Savras is shocked to find the large and gorgeous Lady Wrath equipped as well if not better than any man she's ever met... she stumbles for just a moment in surprise before she reaches out with one soft hand

Inete, Acolyte of Savras
"Lady Wrath... may I...?"

Wrath
"Do what you must."

Inete, Acolyte of Savras stands up before Wrath and pulls at one end of her cotton tunic. 

Inete, Acolyte of Savras bends down before Wrath and handles her member with great care, exploring it's girth and length with the soft gentle hands of a priestess

Wrath strips out of her armor as well. She's completely naked.

Inete, Acolyte of Savras gazes up at Wrath's impressive figure... feminine yet sculpted and strong. She forgets herself for just a moment and runs her hands down Wrath's sculpted abs before reaching her hardened member. She strokes her, gently at first, before proceeding to lick the length of her shaft up and down.

Inete, Acolyte of Savras continues to pick up her pace, stroking her more urgently, but with all the care and experience of a girl who has handled many cocks, in spite of her youth. As Wrath seems like she's nearing completion, Inete produces a silver plate she keeps nearby and lets the spurts of cum splatter the dish.

Wrath is going to peer over Inete's shoulder as she works, and fingers her as she performs her reading.

Inete, Acolyte of Savras moans softly as she studies the cum spurts splattered onto the dish. She reads her findings out loud to Wrath while trying to contain her pleasure.

Inete, Acolyte of Savras
"Lady Wrath... it seems a god has taken a liking to you... somewhere, somehow, according to the reading.. you have been branded with the symbol of a great god of war... ANH!"

Inete, Acolyte of Savras breathes in deeply and collects herself, working through the pleasure

Inete, Acolyte of Savras
".... Lady Wrath, you display a strong will for conquest... and you have been chosen as the champion for some divine -nn!- being.... annnhh!"

"But... I know not of whom the semen speaks..."

"Nnnahhh!! Lady... huff Lady Wrath! I wish I could tell you more...! B-but if I can help you in annnny way... NN! O-or provide you with company on... on a lonely night... ANNHHH!"

Inete, Acolyte of Savras breaks from her reading just long enough to let out a squealing orgasm before falling back naked onto the pillows of her chamber.

Inete, Acolyte of Savras
".... please find me if you need me... Lady Wrath"

Inete, Acolyte of Savras looks up at Wrath and smiles softly, letting out a breathy sigh of contentment

Wrath considers herself, and the dick she had mysteriously received only a few days before her voyage began as a divine gift. She takes Inete and kisses her deeply, before taking her roughly, embracing her divine conquest.

Wrath and Inete lose themselves in intimate carnal pleasure for the next few hours...

THE PERTELOPE SOCIETY & A PROCESSION OF PRIESTESSES

Alyxia and Coral were able to track down the tiny, cramped office of the Pertelope Society after questioning some local kids. The only clue Alyxia had to go on was the symbol of the society, the Light of Deneir. Although the young boys she had asked weren't intimately familiar with the symbol, they were drawn in by the elf's sweet smile and pretty face, and so they ran off to ask their own friends and family if any of them had seen Deneir's candle decorating any doors or offices in the city.

The Light of Deneir, symbol of the Pertelope Society

There, the pair met with Marion Windemere, a lanky, bookish half-elf man, maybe in his mid to late thirties, with wiry unkempt hair and large glasses. He stuttered and stumbled over his words as he spoke with Alyxia about the conditions of her sponsorship. For her part, Alyxia was not shy about flirting and using her own feminine wiles to gain the upper hand in their negotiations. Coral, thoroughly impressed with Alyxia's confidence, her sensuality, her attitude, diligently took notes on everything she could. She'd barely known Alyxia for a single afternoon, yet she found herself in awe. Surely, Carol thought to herself, there was much she could, and should learn from her new master.

The pair learned that their sponsorship would be enough to cover the cost of room and board in Port Nyanzaru, as well as the cost of supplies to launch a jungle expedition. They were given two writs to this end, authorizing their party charge the academic society for the party's expenses. Additional funding however would require some effort on the party's part - in the form of manuscripts and drafts. Entries detailing Alyxia's sexual encounters in the jungles of Chult. Without a body of work to review, the Pertelope Society would not relinquish any additional funds to Alyxia's quest!

None of that stopped the sassy, confident Alyxia of course from putting on her own little show for the nervous administrator, putting her own round, supple breasts on display for him in an attempt to secure some additional funding. Suffice to say, her scheme worked, as Marion relinquished the coins in his own purse to help line Alyxia's pockets with some spending money.

Alyxia Mistcaller takes the coins and takes each one by one and examines them, licking them and sliding them against her bust before putting them into the pouch. When she's done, she throws it to Coral and undoes her top and lets her C-cup breasts free.

Marion Windemere takes in an eyeful as though committing the sight to memory. Marion's hands have suspiciously vanished beneath his desk.

Marion Windemere is a stumbling mess until the pair leave his office... and probably for a short while after.

Alyxia Mistcaller pulls her jacket back and pushes Marion back by the head,
"later, half-breed,"
and escorts Coral out.

Coral winces and inwardly prays to Tymora that Alyxia won't call her "half-breed" too.

Alyxia Mistcaller (to Coral)
"Lesson one sweetie, you can buy whatever you want with coin. Paper only goes so far."

Coral resists the urge to take notes on that, and simply nods.

Coral
"The nobles I knew back in Waterdeep bought things mostly with paper, but I guess coin is better for most folks. I mean folks like us. Yeah, we're most folks!"
Coral blushes nervously

Alyxia Mistcaller smiles
"let's go find Wrath and pay for whatever damage happens to follow her."
She looks ahead and puts her hand on Coral's head
"see how far this paper goes."

The two are surprised to find that Wrath is not at the inn, nor are their lodgings secure, but quickly remedy the situation with the accommodating innkeeper at the Thundering Lizard. He slightly misunderstands the purpose of their stay, and makes note to arrange some sort of visit via Alyxia with her blushing, petite Half-Orc assistant. Coral overhears this and blushes to herself as she pictures the company of the larger, dark-skinned proprietor of the inn.

While inspecting their luxurious third-storey room, complete with balcony, sheer curtains, and large open windows to allow in plenty of natural light, a raucus like a celebration can be heard from the city streets below. Outside the Thundering Lizard, cityfolk line the streets as a small procession of priestesses walk down the main thoroughfare calling for tithes for Sune, goddess of beauty and passion. The priestesses attract all sorts of cheers and catcalls from the onlooking rabble, drawing the attention of curious young Coral, who runs out to join the excitement.

Priestesses of Sune

The Priestesses of Sune, completely naked save for their vibrant headscarves that shimmer and change colour from red to violet in the sunlight, as well as their sparse gold jewellery, captivate the attention of the crowd in the city streets. As they walk down the street requesting tithes, various men and women in the crowd reach into their wallets and purses and drop a single gold coin into the youngest priestess' ceramic bowl - an act rewarded by a deep passionate kiss from one of the priestesses in the procession. Every now and then, a larger pouch filled with coin would hit the bowl, at which point one of the priestesses might disappear into an alleyway, a doorway, or an out-of-the-way corner for a few minutes with their generous donor. Soon after, the pair would always return with glowing, goofy smiles on their faces, as the priestess rejoins the procession and the donor would wander into the crowd, their head in the clouds.

Coral feels something weird and tingly between her legs that she doesn't know what to do about.

Alyxia Mistcaller runs out of the room looking for Coral

Priestess of Sune
"Tithes! Tithes for Sune!"

Coral waves a gold coin around, hoping to get the priestess' attention.

Priestess of Sune spots Coral in the crowd waving around a coin and smiles brightly.

Coral steps up to her tippy-toes, though that's still not very high.

Priestess of Sune
"My... you adorable little thing! Do you have any tithes for Sune?"

Coral
"Um, yes! Here you go, miss. I hope this pleases Sune and helps the poor!"
she says brightly, too shy to make eye contact.

Alyxia Mistcaller reaches the street and observes the ritual with one eyebrow raised. pulling out a small wad of paper from her back pocket and some charcoal Alyxia starts to take some notes.

Priestess of Sune
"It certainly will, little one! With your contribution, we shall continue to spread our beauty and passion..."

Priestess of Sune leans forward with her lips slightly parted, closer toward Coral as she says so.

Priestess of Sune kisses Coral deeply and passionately, giving her tongue freedom to dance around with Coral's.

Coral blushes enough to turn her blue-green skin a bright red, then slowly and hesitantly returns the kiss, gently moving her soft pink tongue against the priestess' more commanding one. It's a dance she's never learned the steps to, but she's an eager learner.

Nearby, another of the Priestesses, the one with the bowl and with long dreads that fall down to the small of her back, looks over at Coral and is overtaken with her cuteness.

Priestess of Sune
"May I too, please, Lady Nala? Please"

The priestess at the head of the procession refuses her younger's request, and the procession continues as Coral's passionate kiss continue

Alyxia Mistcaller folding up her small wad of paper advances towards Coral and puts her hand on her head,
"Well there you are."
Looking up at the dark skinned priestess, Alyxia smiles,
"so how is it that you tree bark skinned ladies of faith haven't been made tinder in a hot spit roast yet?"

Priestess of Sune
"Perhaps you might visit us at the Temple of Sune and discover for yourself how hot our spit roasts get."

Priestess of Sune winks to Alyxia with a sly smile as she extends her invitation.

Alyxia Mistcaller chuckles
"You ladies charge for an education?"

Coral looks disoriented as the kiss ends, letting out a whine of sadness and wishing Alyxia hadn't intervened. It felt so good! She felt really stiff down below inside the belt her father had given her.

Priestess of Sune
"All donations must be made to the Temple of Sune, and together we may enjoy the gifts of her passion..."

Priestess of Sune runs one hand along Alyxia's face in a slow caressing motion before she makes to depart and rejoin the procession.

Alyxia Mistcaller maintains a stoic face but is fascinated to say the least .
"One of those you touch me but no touching you?"
she says with a bit of bite.

Priestess of Sune hesitates and bites her lip, looking back at her senior priestesses at the front of the procession.

Coral is boiling hot inside, more than a little jealous that it took so little for the first person who ever kissed her to have her affections stolen away. Was she always going to exist in the shadow of beauties like Alyxia?

Priestess of Sune
"Maybe just a quick one,"
she flirts back, getting in close with Alyxia, her breasts pressing against her.

Alyxia Mistcaller lets a mischievous grin escape and gives her a gentle slap on the ass.
"I'll take that as my freebie,"
she says with a smug tone as she hands Coral some paper and charcoal without looking at her.

Alyxia Mistcaller calls out the the leader of the precession
"lead the way. I'm always up for a lesson!"

Alyxia Mistcaller scratches the top of Coral's head.
"Start writing, sweetie,"
she says as she walks towards the front of the line.

Priestess of Sune lets out a whimpering "ooh!", having enjoyed the slap a little too much. She smiles back at Alyxia and Coral one last time, waving goodbye to them as she runs back to rejoin the procession. Her ass jiggles softly as she runs down the street, attracting the attention of the onlookers.

Some hours after the excitement of the procession had ended, the Wrath finally leaves Inete's chambers. Inete herself lied there in her cum-drunk stupor, naked on her pillows covered in sweat and cum as she whispered a sweet farewell to her Lady Wrath. Having recalled a little too late that it was her responsibility to secure rooms for the party, Wrath returns hastily to the Thundering Lizard deep in the market ward of Port Nyanzaru. Night has fallen, but the city is still bustling with energy.

Wrath eventually makes her way up to the shared luxury room of the Thundering Lizard and reconvenes with Alyxia and Coral.

To Be Continued...

(Note: The session didn't end there - although very nearly. But this post has grown so large that Patreon is struggling fiercely! So the epilogue to part 1 is coming in a separate post later! Hope you all enjoyed this!)