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DM and the Dirty 20s Ch 65-67
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Aka the project formerly known as Untitled D&D Group Story
Chapter 65
The forest proved thick, choked with dense brush and difficult to navigate a dozen steps, let alone the miles it would take to reach the Forest Tomb, yet the Adventurer’s guide proved over and over that he was just as skilled as his father had promised.
“You had to give us a guide who was a thirteen year old boy,” Rhia complained.
“His father sounded kinda hot, in a Fergus-but-blond kind of way,” Elyse smirked. “Why couldn’t he have brought us? Or Fergus?”
“Fergus knows the ways of the forest, but not this area so he doesn’t know the location of the Tomb,” I pointed out. “Plus he’s helping the carpenters get the wood they need for that lumber, and you tasked the Trappers with keeping an eye on the logging party in case any bandit scouts showed up. Little Timmy Nettles is the best you have available.”
“We are so gonna get this kid killed,” Tori groaned.
Timmy Nettles might have been on the small side, but his father had trained him well and he certainly seemed to know the terrain. He brought the women past an overlook from an escarpment that took their breath away as they could see over the canopy of trees for miles before the next hill, and along the the sandy shores of a lake with a glass-like surface, though he warned them not to dip a toe in because his father claimed the lake was protected by a blood-sucking monster.
He knew the terrain, and he knew the wildlife. Twice he called a pause to the slow march through the brush, and the women would crouch in silence until they would hear the slow crashing a dozen yards ahead as something big moved across their path.
“Bears,” was Timmy’s answer when asked what they were. “Great big scaly bears.” He shuddered.
“Scaly beary?” Renee asked Olivia. “They have those here?”
Olivia shrugged, not being from around the area either.
The only problem with Timmy Nettles was that he was, in fact, thirteen. And had the attention span of a thirteen-year-old, which was to say that he could get distracted by the right thing.
And three beautiful women tramping through the underbrush behind him, following his lead, was a distraction.
That was how he tripped on the branch, which toppled him face forward into the webbing stretched over the pit in the ground. “Ah!” he shouted.
The creature, somewhere halfway between spider and man, slithered down an invisible strand of webbing and immediately began bundling up the stuck boy in more webbing, it’s head turned to the side, keeping half of its eight eyes on its prize, and the other half on the shocked adventurer’s.
The battle was quick and fierce, extended only because the Spider-thing made a whistling sound and three more spiders, traditionally shaped but as large as hunting hounds, came scuttling out of the trees to its aid. Jade ended up dangling from the thick, invisible rope, punching the spider-thing in the face repeatedly to get it to let go of Timmy Nettles, who fell into the pit still wrapped up in webbing with a heavy, “Oof!” Olivia, meanwhile, tried her best to keep the three hound-sized spiders occupied, suffering several bites in the process, so that they couldn’t corner Renee and the shadow sorceress could bring her magic to bare, blasting one after another with her shadowy bolts.
“I feel kinda woozy,” Olivia of Parnassus complained once the spider-thing was dead, along with one of it’s spider pets, the other two scurrying off injured into the forest.
“Shit, were they poisoned?” Jade asked. She’d managed to avoid being bitten by the spider-thing, though it had raked her with its strange pincer-like claws a couple of times.
“Maybe?” Olivia grunted, then sat down heavily on the ground.
Renee, who had been trying to help Timmy Nettles de-web himself, abandoned the boy as she came over concerned, examining Olivia’s wounds. “They were,” she confirmed, then shook Olivia as the woman looked drowsy. “You need to stay awake, Olivia. You cannot fall asleep. I don’t have healing magic, and neither does Jade. You need to do it yourself.”
“She needs some inspiration,” Jade said, pivoting and grabbing Olivia by the cheeks to look her in the eyes. They had a strange blue tinge to the whites. “Come on, Olivia. We just won a fight, it’s time to celebrate.” She leaned in and kissed the Paladin of Revelry, starting soft but soon pushing her tongue between the other woman’s lips, deepening the kiss.
“Mmmf,” Rhia grunted, kissing Tori back for a long moment, then breaking it and turning to me. “I can’t usually cure poisons with my Lay on Hands ability yet, but does this help me do it?”
I tutted softly, shaking my head. “I dunno, I might need more of a demonstration.”
Rhia snorted and smirked at me, and Tori rolled her eyes while grinning, and then they turned back to each other and started making out. Watching it was almost as good as being kissed by either of them myself. Then Elyse stood up, leaned over and stuck her hand in front of my eyes. “No, Timmy, you’re too young to see this. Your virgin eyes!” That got us all laughing.
“I think, with Jade’s help, you can muster up a blessing of Revelry to infuse your Lay on Hands and cleanse your system of the poison,” I finally agreed. Considering the poison only lasted ten minutes, according to the monster stat block, and wasn’t doing any hit point or statistic damage, I wasn’t exactly giving them anything or taking it easy on them. It was still nice to say Yes to that sort of thing, though. “Just don’t count on that necessarily working in the future.”
Refreshed, and passing on the divine healing of Revelry to bring her friends to fighting fit again (and 1 HP for Timmy to help his aching tailbone after his hard fall), the group pushed on through the forest.
They reached a copse of birch trees, their white, parchment-like bark and black knots making a tangle of odd, bone-like cages that the four needed to maneuver through slowly until they emerged into a small clearing, looking up at…
“Is that a skull?” Jade asked, cocking her head to the side and narrowing her eyes.
It was more than half buried into a grassy hill, but as their eyes searched the rocky, tufted mound they could see it. A brow of bone, two hollows for eyes, now filled with thick, tall grasses. The top of its bleached cranium. And most prominent, the gap-toothed, moss-covered grin of its upper and lower jaw, beyond which was a dark cave.
“It’s huge,” Olivia gasped.
“It’s a giant,” Renee guessed. “A… giant giant.”
The girls had lore questions for me at that revelation, but Timmy only knew what he saw in front of them and all three rolled relatively poorly on their history checks, so other than recognising this must have come from a giant, they’d never seen one alive or dead before, and what little they knew of giants was from fairy tales. ‘Swallow a man whole’ as a descriptor seemed to fit the bill for this particular, long-deceased giant though.
“Alright, well…” Olivia said, looking at the cave dubiously. “That’s gotta be it, right?”
“Oh, it right sure is, M’ahm,” Timmy Nettles nodded, his eyes having a hard time looking towards the wonderous site and away from any of the other three less-wondrous, more interesting sights before him. “Me Pa says I was t’ bring you ‘ere, and I ‘as, and that I’m t’ wait here t’ bring you back. But ‘e made me promise not to go down there wit’ you - same as with the lake, but e’en worse.”
“Super great,” Renee said with a disquieted smile. Then it slid into a smirk as she ruffled Timmy’s hair. “Stay safe out here, kid. We shouldn’t be too long.”
“We can’t be,” Jade agreed. “We need to get back to the keep; who knows how long we have before Houndsfang reaches it?”
The trio broke out torches from their packs, each lighting one to carry with them, and they left Timmy Nettles as he climbed up the mound to take a spot in the sun near the top.
The cave looked like it had been inhabited, in years past, by one or more forest creatures. A bear - a traditional bear - most likely, though wolves or even one of the forest lions were possible. Or whatever the ‘scaly bears’ were. There were bones, old and gnawed on, in the corners of the space, though the majority of it dipped down into a soft, dirt-lined bowl where they likely would have slept.
Two elements proved more interesting than the past beasty denizens however. The first was that, high on the walls of the cave, painted onto what had to be the white bone of the inside of the giant's gums, were flaking pictograms. The adventurers could pick out individuals, and from there groups, doing things. One spot looked like two groups potentially fighting, or dancing. Another with two figures horizontal.
“It’s ancient alien porn,” Elyse chuckled.
Unfortunately, none of the adventurers were particularly skilled in ancient languages, let alone the vague and heavily worn drawing of a primitive civilization, so they couldn’t pick up on any clues, hints or warnings.
The other element of the cave that was interesting was that the back of it, just like a throat leading away from the skull, opened into a tunnel.
They pressed deeper in, the tunnel wide enough for two abreast but the trio walking single file. Jade took the lead, seeking out signs of traps or the passage of others before them, and the tunnel turned and double-backed on itself, heading deeper under the mound above, doing so again once more. The space was surprisingly dry, rather than damp, the darkness outside of the shine of their torches complete. The walls were oddly smooth, the dirt somehow packed so tightly that it made almost a clay finish, though a small knife could chip away at the half-inch thick dense dirt shell to reveal a more standard fair beyond it.
Jade didn’t find any trap as they reached the bottom of the tunnel, stepping into a wide, ten-foot high cavern lined with a pair of strange rock piles on either side of the space, and one more straight ahead. Behind that final mound, about a dozen feet further, was a big stone split in half like a door, with words carved into it.
In front of the door was a pile of rags, metal and bones.
“I think we found- What was his name?” Renee murmured.
“Winston, I think,” Olivia said. “Or- one of the W-ones. He listed a lot of Ungers.”
“OK, but whoever he was, he died there,” Jade said, pointing about forty feet across the cavern in total. “And this was the way out. So unless something living up above chased him down here, mauled and killed him, then left him where he died, then he got killed by something in this room.”
“Well, we’ve got five piles of rocks,” Renee said. “What could they be?”
The girls started to brainstorm, starting with what the rocks could be if they were a creature - most of those ideas surrounded either some kind of Elemental, or a creature with a rock-like shell or skin that was currently sleeping, pretending to be asleep, or was dead. The fact that the mounded piles seemed to be evenly spaced apart in the room, with one focused in the centre, dissuaded them from continuing down that route since non-intelligent creatures weren’t likely to arrange themselves like that. Next they went to what could be hiding in the rocks - traps? Swarms of smaller creatures like snakes or spiders? They could potentially explode, magically or traditionally.
I was impressed by both their creativity and their paranoia. To me, I felt like what I’d set up was a pretty traditional motif - especially for a tomb delve - but apparently ‘traditional’ was only functional if your audience had the same sense of tradition.
“Fuck it,” Olivia eventually grunted. “There’s no marking on the floors or walls, we don’t see any tripwires or anything, and nothing has reacted to us standing here on the threshold. I saw we go in, and if the piles start glowing or rattling or something, we jump back to here and see if it stops. I’ll go first, you guys can wait.”
“We all go,” Jade disagreed. “Together.”
“Alright, together,” Olivia nodded.
I’d set out the map already, one that I’d found online that suited the vibe I was going for and had printed off with a traditional 1-inch grid on my high quality printer in my office. I’d also placed the mounds on the map using basic scatter terrain I’d made over the years, each for a pile one square deep and two wide, along with a big stone door and a dead skeleton in front of it to represent the body.
The girls moved their borrowed minis - I would have ordered them custom ones at the start of the campaign if I’d known how much we’d all be into the game, but it often took a couple of months at last for those to get mad and shipped, so the ones I’d ordered were only going to arrive late in the summer, hopefully by the epic finale - in unison, pushing ahead five feet into the room, then ten. Fifteen. Side-by-side. Waiting for me to indicate if anything had happened yet.
Elyse, I think, thought that maybe I’d been fooling them this whole time and relaxed a little. She was the newest player, though, and Rhia and Tori had more experience with the game and how it often flowed.
The adventurers reached the middle of the room, still cautiously eyeballing the stone mounds that they were now surrounded by, and hesitated a moment. Olivia raised a foot to take another slow step, but instead she put it back down and braced, wincing at the sudden roar of rage that echoed through the chamber from ahead near the stone door. Then another voice joined in, from behind, and another, and another. The cavern came alive with the roaring of a chorus of angry voices, screaming wordless battle lust.
“Back!” Olivia called as a spirit oozed out of the walls ahead.
“They’re behind us, too,” Jade said through gritted teeth as two more spirits came from the walls, flanking the tunnel back to the surface.
“Both sides,” Renee grunted, whipping her head back and forth and the two coming from their flanks.
“We’re surrounded,” Olivia growled. “Back to back, girls. Winston, or whoever the fuck he was, got cornered and killed. We’ve got each other.”
The spirits seemed to touch down on the hard-packed dirt and stone floor, their amorphous shapes coalescing into humanoid figures as they slowly began to pace towards the trio. Their bodies continued to become defined, sharpening in image until they were equal in distance from the girls, in line with the stone mounds.
They were men, each burly and wild-haired, their chests muscled and scarred, their faces sallow but churned in rage as they continued to roar their battle cries, shaking primitive spears and axes menacingly. They were also naked, faint discolourations in their ghostly white-green skin almost looking like warpaint adorning them.
“Fucking barbarian ghosts,” Jade said, yes flicking the three most in front of her, watching for their attack. “I don’t know if I can punch a ghost, girls.”
“My sword is probably gonna have a tough time here too,” Olivia agreed. “Maybe the torches?”
“Wait,” Renee said, “Wait, I have an idea.”
“I hope it’s a good one, these guys look pissed,” Olivia said, hefting her sword and torch.
“No, it’s- the paintings up at the top!” Renee said. “The only ones we could make out, anyway. Groups of them fighting, but also-”
“Fucking,” Jade said. “You want to- you want to try to seduce the ghosts?”
“Better than me being the only one who can bring magic to bear and hurt these guys,” Renee said. “And if they kill us anyways, at least they kill us while we try something crazy.”
“That doesn’t make me feel better about this,” Olivia said. “But… fuck it, we fuck ‘em.”
Jade lowered her torch to the ground slowly. “I- I guess we try to fuck them,” she agreed.
The adventurers started to strip, laying down their weapons in the face of the bloodcurdling barbarian spirits, then pulling off their clothes.
The players did as well, knowing full well that I was a tough but fair DM, but I was also a human man. It was much harder to say no to a beautiful, naked, nubile young woman.
“Alright, there, big guy,” Renee said, taking the lead since she was easily the fastest to get naked, shucking off her shadowy robe and slowly leaving the defensive ring the girls had backed into, raising her hands to show she meant no harm. The two barbarians she split her attention between continued to grunt angrily, but with a slightly confused expression on their faces and with less volume. “Thaaat’s it,” she said, slowly bringing her hands to her small tits and giving them an enticing jiggle. “If there’s one thing I know about barbarians, it’s that they love to fight, and they love to fuck. You seem like you’ve been spoiling for a fight, so maybe you’ve been longing for a fuck.” She turned around, pointing her ass back at them and bending slightly at the waist, reaching back with one hand and peeling her ass cheek to the side, showing the barbarian ghosts her pussy. “You wanna tap this little sorceress pussy, guys? You gotta play nice.”
Elyse was grinning over her shoulder at me, her fantastic little butt about a foot from my face, her little butthole winking slightly and her pussy already wet with arousal, the horny little thing.
Jade wasn’t that far behind Renee in the race to disrobe, considering she didn’t wear armour with buckles and straps, so her lithe rabbitfolk body was revealed in all it’s soft, fuzzy glory as she took a couple of steps towards the two raging barbarians on her side of the circle. “Is that right, you guys?” she asked, cupping her tits and tweaking her little brown nipples. “Do you have a Fight or Fuck response? Wait, is this your tomb, are you buried here? Do you guys wanna fuck us over your graves?” She approached the ghosts further, massaging her tits biting her lower lip suggestively.
It took Olivia the longest, needing to shuck her chainmail, but once she was finished and was laid bare she approached the final raging spirit boldly, one hand down and stroking her pussy and the other running through her hair to straighten it into a sexy wave. “Your friends seem to be calming down, big guy,” she said, then lifted her fingers from her pussy to her lips, taking a taste of herself. “Let’s see what you can do with those ghost hands and ghost cocks, hmmm?” She reached up and brought her hands behind the ghost's head, pulling him down towards her tits and rubbing his ghost face into them.
“M’kay, m’kay,” I said, surrounded by breasts. Rhia was currently straddling my lap, motorboating me, while Tori was on one side of me leaning in and pressing her boobs to the side of her head and Elyse had backed her booty up and was twerking at the other side. “The ghosts are into it, the ghosts are definitely into it.”
“Yay!” all three of them cheered, making me laugh as they backed off me. I kept laughing, turning in my chair and opening up one of the side drawers in the storage cupboards around the room, pulling out a trio of opaque, white-green Glow in the Dark dildos of different shapes. The first one had actually been purchased by Rachel during the second campaign of The Game more as a joke since she’d played a Cleric of Desire and used it as her ‘glowing holy symbol.’ The second and third ones had been added to the collection as ghost-cocks - one was also more traditionally dildo-shaped, and one was technically a twisted tentacle, but it wasn’t nearly the wildest shape in the collection the playgroup had amassed over the years.
“OK,” I said, planting each of them base down on the edge of the game table so that they all wobbled slightly, making the girls smirk and snort as they eyed them. “Three ghost cocks, if you girls want to play with yourselves-”
“Booo,” Elyse jeered teasingly.
“Or, toys to use as ghosts on one another, and I’m another ghost,” I finished.
“You go with Shane first,” Rhia said, giving Tori a slap on the butt. “I’m gonna ghost-fuck Elyse.”
“You can’t ghost fuck me, I’m gonna ghost fuck you!” Elyse said, grabbing one of the dildos and wielding it like a knife.
“We’ll see about that,” Rhia smirked, grabbing the tentacle one and circling around me towards the shorter blonde.
“That a good plan with you?” I asked Tori. “I know it’s not as you-taking-charge as you asked for.”
“Oh, I think I can take charge,” Tori said with a grin, then licked her lower lip and bit it, eyeing me up and down in my seat. “Didn’t you say the Barbarian Ghosts were naked?”
That had me smirking and up out of my chair, quickly stripping down. Thankfully I’d put on comfortable, easy to remove clothing after Rhia had gotten her fix earlier.
Jade focused on one of the ghosts at first, approaching him aggressively, spotting Rhia out of the corner of her eye actually being able to touch the ghost. She licked her lips and reached out a hand, wrapping it around his dangling ghost-cock. It was fairly well sized-
“Above average, closer to XL,” Tori grinned at me.
It was a great size, and she was surprised to find that it was ice cold but beat with a strange, pulsing heat like the anger of the spirit was rushing through it in waves. That anger in it’s face was diminishing though, and went even faster as she started to stroke his cock and it began to wake up. The freezing diminished, replaced with more heat, and as the ghost cock came up to a firm horizontal position in her grasp Jade knelt with a smirk, looking up at the curious, confused and turned on ghost.
“Don’t worry,” she said. “I’ll be gentle. For now.” She leaned in and took his ghost-cock into her mouth, giving it a long suck - the first in millennia, most likely.
The ghost liked it a lot and let out a pleased howl.
Jade was so focused on trying to appease the ghost in front of her, running her tongue up and down its veiny length, that she lost track of the fact that there were only three women and five ghosts. She was surprised, then, when a second ghost lined up next to the first, grunting in frustration and thrusting its cock towards her mouth as well. Jade pulled off the first one, continuing to stroke it, and wrapped her hand around the second one as well. “All for one and one for all, or something,” she muttered, then started sucking on it.
Tori swapped back and forth, blowing me and the glow in the dark dildo I held to the side, grinning wickedly at me even while my cock was in her mouth. The idea of two cocks at once was a dirty, naughty thought - in The Game, it had taken a couple of sexy sessions before any of the ladies had broken that barrier and had two of the guys do stuff with her at the same time. Before then there had been partner swapping, but no two-on-ones.
Of course, it had been Mel who had taken the big next step, and I had been the on summoned over as she’d been getting fucked doggy, silently begging me to fill her mouth at the same time. Come to think of it, I couldn’t even remember for sure which of the othr guys had been fucking her at the time.
Simulating the naughty act was as far as we were going to get in this game, and Tori seemed more than happy to play along as she swapped back and forth between my cock and the dildo, gagging lightly on the length of either one every once in a while.
“Fuck this, I need more,” Jade eventually grunted, standing up and stroking bothghosts cocks with and underhand grip before letting them go, turning to one of the stony mounds and bending over it at the waist. She reached between her powerful legs and used her fingers to split her pussy open. “Come on,” she said. “One of you fuck me already.”
The original ghost closed the distance and mounted her roughly, and she seemed to like it that was as it started to push into her insistently, carving through her tight, corporeal cunt with his incorporeal, ghostly cock. After a moment the other ghost disappeared, reapparating floating partially in the mound, its cock at the right height for Jade to use her mouth.
“Mmmmgh,” Tori moaned as you slow-stroked her with forceful, smooth thrusts. She had the dildo planted on the game table top and was sucking on it, giving it a blowjob that would have been hard to deny by a ghost that wasn’t in a Sex-filled game of D&D, while you focused on her back end. Her tan brown ass squished so nicely under your hands as you clawed into her cheeks lightly, massaging them and reveling in the beauty of this young woman who would have been out of your league even when you had been her age and in the same college program. Tori was the kind of beauty that you only saw on screen, maybe in a Bollywood film as the romantic lead, and yet here she was bent over my game table, moaning for my cock.
I pulled out of her completely, kneeling down behind her and giving the inner curve of her ass a kiss and a teasing soft bite before I pressed between her cheeks, tonguing her pretty little bright pink cunt. She moaned again and raised one leg up to prop her knee on the table, opening herself up for me more, so I drove my chin against her clit as I shoved my tongue as far as I could get it up inside her.
“Fuuuuck, these ghosts are talented,” she laughed after a moment.
I grinned and pulled back from her, giving her ass another kiss and then standing and slotting my cock back into her, driving home.
“Ungh,” she exhaled, her head tilted to the side as she kissed the shaft of the dildo and clung to the base like a handhold. Her shifted stance let me drive a little deeper into her and I got up to a speed that had her cheeks slapping against my pelvis as she fucked back at me. My hands were all over her, grabbing her ass, hips and waist. Running up the thigh of her propped up leg. Higher, to her shoulders. Then I leaned down, my chest to her bare, smooth back, and I whispered in her ear.
“The ghosts swap spots.”
I pulled my cock out of her, and pulled the dildo from her mouth, then re-planted the dildo in front of her and slid the head of my cock up and down her pussy before pushing in as if we hadn’t just been fucking, finding a new groove and rhythm.
“Oh, fuck,” Tori gasped, the naughty fantasy getting to her. “Oh, God, that’s- Hmmmhmmhmmm.”
Jade’s body trembled as she came, her legs shaking as the ghosts used her for their pleasure and she fucked back at them, claiming her own as well. She was just glad that they didn’t seem inclined to pull on her long ears, because she wasn’t sure how she could tell them to stop from doing anything they wanted to hear since all they did was grunt and howl.
“Switch!” Rhia called suddenly from the other end of the table. She and Elyse had been on the ground over there and I hadn’t been able to see what they were doing, though their moans had been just as thick in the air as mine and Tori’s, and they were armed with a pair of dildos.
“Wha’?” Tori grunted, raising her head from the table.
Elyse popped up from below the table, her lips shiny with either Rhia’s juices or drool from sucking one of the dildos messily, and grinning. “Five ghosts, three of us, and you just came. My turn with a certain ghosty over there.”
“Jaaa-aaade,” Rhia called, still beneath the edge of the table but reaching a hand up and suggestively waving the tentacle dildo. “There’s a hungry couple of ghosts over here with your name on them.”
“Fuck,” Tori laughed, standing up from her bent over position with my cock still in her. She craned her neck around and I met her, giving her a deep, soulful kiss as she squeezed her kegels at me, milking my cock for a moment before I stepped back, disengaging so that she and Elyse could swap partners. Elyse gave her a slap on the ass on the way by, making Tori laugh again.
“Hey, Ghost Stranger,” Elyse said as she came to me. She snatched the dildo from the tabletop and grabbed my hand. “I think I know how I want to fuck a couple of ghosts,” she grinned.
Renee moaned, riding the grunting ghost barbarian hard, smashing her sex down onto his over and over as she panted heavily. She wasn’t allowed long to breathe, though, or to focus too much on the pleasure of the ghost-cock she was drilling into her cunt over and over. The other ghost, that had thankfully seemed to remember that corporeal, living creatures needed to breathe, had pulled its cock out of her mouth but now it insistently pressed the tip back against her lips. She resisted for a moment, playfully, and the ghost became irritated and slightly slapped his cock against her cheek, making her gasp and widen her eyes. That gasp opened her mouth, though, and the ghost quickly got what it wantd, thrusting between her lips and starting to fuck her mouth with short, quick strokes.
The sorceress moaned, loosening her jaw and letting the ghost have it’s way with her, drooling sloppily as it fucked her mouth. Her focus was on the ghost under her, the one she continued to ride, hoping she would find out what ghost splooge would feel like inside her.
“Switch!” Tori called.
“Huh?” Elyse moaned as I pulled the dildo from between her lips again. Her hands were pressed to my chest, her drool pooling around her fingers from the rough mouth-fucking I’d been doing with it as she’d been riding and gyrating on my cock. “What? No, I didn’t even come yet.”
“You so did,” Tori said.
“You so did,” Rhia said, standing up from the other side of the table and coming around to our side. “We heard it.”
“Damn, I thought I was being quiet,” Elyse smirked, then sighed and leaned down fully against me, rubbing her pretty little tits across my chest and getting them smeared with her droll as she kissed me. “That was fucking hot, Shane,” she murmured into my lips. Then she gave me another peck and sat up, making me groan as my cock pushed that little bit deeper inside her, before Rhia helped her stand up and off of me.
“Go be a ghost for Tori,” Rhia told the other girl. “She spent more time being a ghost for me.”
“Hungry ghost coming your way, Tori- I mean Jade,” Elyse said, grinning and stretching for a moment like a cat before sauntering around the table.
I was breathing heavily, my cock hard as rock and standing painfully straight in the air as I looked up and Rhiannon standing over me. God, she was hot.
“And how would you like the ghosts to be taking you, Olivia?” I asked her.
“I think if they both got two ghosts, I only got one,” Rhia smirked. “And I want you on top of me, pounding me like it's the first pussy you’ve gotten since you died.”
“That’ll take some Oscar-worthy acting, considering what I’ve just been doing,” I groaned, sitting and then standing up. “But that’s why they pay me the big bucks.”
Rhia rolled her eyes, smirking at me and my silly jokes, so I picked her up by her waist and sat her down with her ass on the edge of the game table.
“Oh, the ghost wants to fuck me right here, on top of his grave?”
“Yes,” I chuckled, grabbing her knees and spreading them apart so I could step into the gap between them. “Yes, he does.”
Olivia could feel the dull pain of the rocky mound pressing into her bare back, but it wasn’t too bad. None of them were sharp, thankfully, and she’d managed to wriggle into a mostly-comfortable position. Her primary focus was the absolute battering she was taking as she clung to her ghost barbarian, her hands behind his neck as she used that to leverage herself into fucking back at him. He had a big cock, stretching her just right, and he knew how to use it. He also seemed to have the machine-like energy of the undead, not running out of steam as he pummeled her with thrusts, making her moan and shake as her tits bounced. He’d slobbered on them, living ectoplasmic ghost spit as he’d sucking on her nipples and cleavage, and now he was holding thm both tightly, mauling them as he fucked her towards what seemed like would be her finish.
The spit made her think that there had to be ghost cum in her near future. The only question was where it would end up.
The Paladin was struck by an orgasm out of the blue, gasping for air as the ghost barbarian changed his rhythm in just the right way that her internal pressure and release expectation was disrupted. His clock glanced long against the front of her cunt, digging against her G-spot for a moment in just the right away, and she huffed out a surprised exhalation of everything in her lungs as her eyes rolled back and she stuttered her moans, riding the waves of ecstacy.
“Switch?” Elyse called.
“I’m close,” I responded, slow-fucking Rhia as she came down from her orgasm, holding onto my peak by slowing my speed bit by bit and through sheer willpower. It was a delicious, pleasurable agony.
“Come on,” Elyse murmured, and then she and Tori were scrambling around to the side of the table I was standing at. Tori helped Rhia sit up, kissing her back to attention, and then pulled her down to her knees on the ground where Elyse already was, having pulled my cock from Rhia’s cunt and giving it a quick suck for the taste, then slowly stroking me.
Very quickly, I went from fucking Rhia to having all three of the coeds looking up at me, licking their lips, their eyes hooded with lust.
“We all fucked the ghosts, I think we all deserve a taste of ghost cum,” Tori smirked a little.
“Do you think the ghosts have a thing for giving facials?” Elyse asked, smirking even harder.
“Fuck, this is hot,” Rhia muttered, still getting her thoughts together after her orgasm.
“Fuck, this is hot,” I groaned in agreement. Elyse was stroking my cock more firmly, working me up and over the cliff, and Tori reached up and started playing with my balls, then decided that wasn’t enough and ducked her pretty face under my cock and started sucking on them. Rhia leaned over Tori, her tits pressing to the brown girl’s back, as she kissed Elyse while the blonde continued to jerk me off.
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned. All thought of the ghosts and the characters were gone from the moment, and it was just me finishing off a sexual experience with three gorgeous, wonderful girls. Elyse and Rhia stopped kissing, hearing my unmistakable declaration for what it was, and pressed their cheeks together. Tori slurped off my balls and joined them, grinning serenely.
My cum lanced out of me, Elyse doing a pretty poor job of aiming but still managing to paint rope after rope across their faces. I wished later that I’d recorded it, because I could remember a God damn part of it except for the end, with each of my college-aged lovers grinning up at me and chuckling in pleasure, their faces striped with the creamy white lines of my cum.
Rhia was the first one to lean forward and give my cock a little extra suck and a kiss, then Elyse, and finally Tori.
“I think I need to sit down,” I said with a satisfied, tired grin. That got them laughing, and they let me sit.
Chapter 66
A shower break was in order, considering we were all differing levels of sticky and sweaty. The issue was that the showers in my home were really only equipped for two people at a time, maybe three, and that would leave someone on the outs.
Apparently I was still the hot commodity of the evening, and the girls played Rock-Paper-Scissors to figure out who was heading upstairs with me. Three-way.
It was a disaster. First Elyse kept going to Scissors instead of on Shoot. Then all three of them through Rock, then all three Paper. Then there was one Rock, one Paper, one Scissors. No winner.
I endd up writing down a number between One and Three on a piece of paper, and they each picked a number. When I revealed it was two (laughing internally because that was the only number between one and three), Tori had won the day. Or moment. Whatever it was. Rhia and Elyse ribbed her a little about it, but considering they were all still streaked with my drying cum, it all came across as extra silly.
“God, Shane,” Tori groaned once we were in the shower. “How do you do that?”
“What in particular are you asking about?” I grinned, continuing to slowly wash-massage her back.
“That,” Tori grunted. “This. Everything.”
“Superspecific, and super easy to answer,” I smirked.
She leaned back against me, my cock poking against her butt as the water ran over us, and she shimmied her hips to get it lined up with her ass crack and poking up into the small of her back. That made me groan softly, which made her grin. “I need to win the powerball or something," she sighed, reaching back abbing her hands over my thighs as I washed over her shoulders and down her chest to her tits.
“What do you need the money for at the moment?” I chuckled.
“Hiring you as my personal shower and bath person,” Tori grinned. “Seriously, you make regular showers feel wrong after you’ve given me this kind of treatment. Oh, and so we can just play D&D with you every day.”
“Whenever you want, Tori, I can give you a little TLC,” I promised her, my hands soaping up her breasts, teasing my fingers as I felt the soft weight of them and slowly teased towards her nipples.
“Fuuuuck,” she sighed, her shoulder slumping in relaxation. The first thing she’d done before we even got in the shower was tie her hair back and check to make sure that there wasn't any cum in it, and then she’d washed her face straight off. Now she turned that pretty, naked face back toward me over her shoulder much as she had after her first orgasm downstairs, asking for a kiss. I gave it to her, slowly making out with her as my hands continued to slowly tease her. She started to respond, teasing me back by shimmying and flexing her ass some more, teasing my cock with her slick buns.
It was turn to sigh happily, sliding one of my hands down from her breasts to her tight stomach, hugging her back to me as we continued to lazily make out. When the kiss ended she was smiling sweetly, looking up at me with hooded eyes that spoke of true relaxation.
“I need to talk to you about something,” I whispered to her. “Not something that needs to be worrying or anything, but I already chatted with Elyse and I want to make sure I’m communicating it to you, as well.”
“OK,” she said, her brow furrowing slightly but her smile just turning curious.
“As a group, you three were excited that Rhia and I had… closed the deal,” I said. “And from what I understand, Elyse has been pretty talkative about her coming over here the other night. I’m not saying I expect it from you, or there’s any pressure whatsoever that you should even consider doing the same thing. I just want to know how you feel about that happening with the others, because it’s different from what we initially talked about.”
Tori was slowly nodding with me, and she turned in my arms to press her naked, wet front to mine so that she could rest her hands on my chest, looking up into my eyes more directly instead of over her shoulder. “I’m jealous,” she said, surprising me a little.
“You are?” I asked.
“I’m jealous that they’ve gotten you alone, to themselves,” she smirked a little. Then she slipped a hand down between us, finding my cock where it was pinned between our stomachs and using the same slick soap that I’d been rubbing all over her to stroke my cock gently. “I told you already, if I felt like you were expecting or demanding something, I would have been out. But you’re so concerned about us all the time that it’s almost infantalising. We can stick up for ourselves, Shane. So, unless we’re doing something freaky-deaky, you don’t need to check in with me so explicitly. I’ll tell you if I’m not OK.”
I took what she said to heart, letting it process before I responded. “I hear you,” I said. Then I smirked. “So these little shower chats…?”
“Can be a little more sexy-kissy, a little less ‘Are you OK?’” Tori smirked, going up on her toes to give me a kiss that lingered. When she pulled away she was smirking, looking me in the eyes from only a few inches away. “And, to be clear, I plan on having some of my own Shane Nights moving forward, too. I hear you’re pretty fucking mindblowing when you have the time to really work your magic.”
“Then I just need to ask you one favour,” I smirked back. She raised her eyebrows cutely, waiting to hear it. “Gimme a little more warning than Elyse or Rhia did, if you could. Drop-everything-for-sex is lots of fun, but it’s also a little detrimental to adulting.”
She scrunched up her nose, snickering and gave your chin a playful little lick. “Deal.”
Chapter 67
“Alright, before we jump back in, I wanted to just cover one thing,” I said once we were all back and sitting at the table. The girls were back in their character costumes, the snack bowl had been refreshed, everyone had new drinks (making me realise I’d definitely relaxed my 1 beer per game night rule for them), and I’d received steamy kisses from both Rhia and Elyse before we sat down.
“Is it something about the ghost cum?” Elyse asked with a big smirk. “Because I’m imagining some Ghostbusters ghost goo issue.”
“No, not that,” I chuckled. “Just about the encounter in general. Obviously, knowing you three, I prepared for the possibility of you seducing the ghosts. But I just want to make sure you girls are aware you did have the ability to fight them - you correctly identified that Renee and her magic had the most tools to try and deal with them, but in my setting there were a couple of other options. Rhia, you were right that your normal sword swinging wouldn’t have been super effective, but using your Smite ability on any hits you made would have made you do holy and divine damage.”
“Oh, fucking d’uh,” sh said, facepalming with the heel of her palm into her forehead. “How did I not think of that?”
“And Tori, Jade gets the ability to punch incorporeal things at a later level, I know, but in the future as an FYI, if you use your Ki abilities on an attack, I like to think of that as instilling some of your own spirit energy into the punch or kick, and you could have been dealing damage that way.”
“Cool,” Tori nodded, scribbling down a note on her character sheet.
“I just want you girls to remember that I’m very rarely going to put an enemy in front of you that you can’t attempt to fight,” I said. “They might be really tough, really hard fights, but they are still fightable. The only time I’ll put something in front of you that most of you can barely touch at all will be for narrative purposes.”
“So you’re saying, as long as we’re a little creative, we could punch anything in the face?” Rhia asked.
“Pretty much,” I chuckled.
“Or fuck it,” Elyse smirked.
“That too,” I sighed, rolling my eyes and making the three of them chuckle. “Alright. So-”
As the ghosts released, their rage and lust came out of them in a howl that echoed through the cavern, shaking the stone cairns they were buried under, and as their age-old pent up aggression began to ebb, they slowly dissipated from view, leaving the three adventurers panting in the orange of their guttering torches, sticky with the ectoplasm they had milked from the spectres.
“Well… that was something,” Jade said, wiping the ghost cum from her face and pulling a strand of it off of her ears.
Renee snorted, then started chuckling.
“What?” Olivia asked, pulling a handkerchief she’d won betting in the bandit ale house out of her pack and wiping off her tits.
“I was just thinking about how much more awkward that would have been if we’d gotten Little Timmy to come down here with us,” Renee snickered. “The kid would be traumatised for life.”
“He might be traumatised anyway,” Jade smirked. “I can’t imagine he didn’t hear that. Those fuckers were loud.”
That got the girls laughing more, and once they’d gotten themselves cleaned up as much as they reasonably could underground and got dressed again, Jade took one of the torches and ran up to the top of the tunnel to tell Timmy Nettles that they weren’t dead. Once she returned, reporting that the kid had been shivering in his boots and demanded proof that Jade wasn’t her own ghost, th Adventurer’s got down to business.
“Part of me feels like we should check these mounds for anything valuable,” Olivia grimaced, looking around at the five stone cairns. “But those ghosts were naked.”
“And the weapons they had were stone spears and axes,” Jade agreed. “Unless that’s just how they fought, and they actually had some golden empire, we should probably leave them be.”
“On to the ominous dead guy then,” Renee said. The trio converged on the dead Unger, who could have been Duke if he hadn’t decided to come down into the tomb for his own enrichment. The clothes were rotting away, and it looked like he may have been wearing a chain shirt but it was so rent with gaps and tears that it looked more like a large chain doily. There was some old, desicated equipment in a leather pack that had managed to resist the wear of the decades so far - a rope, a shattered lantern, and other sundrie bits and pieces that one could imagine a noble youth thinking would be useful in a tomb.
There was also a sword, still in its scabbard, but when Olivia pulled on the hilt it snapped away, the blade rusted into the sheath.
“Strange,” Renee frowned. “Some of his stuff is dried out, and others like it’s been in the damp this whole time.”
“Ghost shit?” Jade guessed.
The other two shrugged.
I made a note to get my continuity right, Elyse having caught me in a loophole of my own making by being overly flowery in my descriptions.
The last thing they took note of was that several of the skeleton’s bones were broken, likely from the same savage attacks that had rent his chain shirt, but his arms were still outstretched towards the door, clawing at the thick seam.
The door itself was their next point of investigation, and it turned out to be Olivia of Parnasus and her urban upbringing that aided their understanding - the carvings on the door were not words that Jade or Renee could decipher or even recognise as any language they’d seen before. But Olivia recognised that they were runes, not magical but of the Trade language, used in the trade houses and caravansaries of the Southlands to quickly denote the goods on a given cart, in a given warehouse or on a ship, and that were for sale in bulk.
“It says something along the lines of… an empty ship leaving a foreign port, an empty ship arriving at a home port, passenger cargo, cattle cargo, two… some sort of number or weight? but two of them of silver. The ship leaving the home port, the ship arriving in the foreign post. An empty ship,” Olivia slowly deciphered for them.
I managed not to flinch or facepalm at Rhia reading the note I’d made. ‘2x Silver’ was meant to be Two Silver, but apparently college kids these days didn’t denote a number of something with an X.
“It’s got to be some sort of riddle, right?” Jade asked the other.
“It must be,” Renee agreed. Then she frowned. “I hate riddles.”
Uh-oh. Hopefully that was a character moment and Renee didn’t like riddles, not Elyse. Or she wouldn’t be having fun with the next little part of the dungeon.
It took the Adventurers some time, hashing out amongst themselves the possible meanings, and I was starting to wonder if I should ask them to give me some sort of check to earn a clue, when Elyse threw her hands up in the air.
“Oh my God, we’re dumb,” she declared, then she swapped to her Renee voice with the stereotypical French accent. “A boat leaves a distant shore, arrives in the land of the living, people board it, pay 2 silver coins, and ride it back but don’t return. It is the crossing into the underworld!”
The big stone doors made an echoing boom as something in them triggered, and the adventurers began to cheer as it slowly ground open, revealing a further, stone-worked passage beyond. It led down further into the earth, doubling back upon itself much as the first tunnel did, until they came to a new chamber.
It took Rhia, Tori and Jade a good hour to work their way through the next three puzzles I’d set up, opening more sealed doors. Two of them I’d set up to touch on the backstories of the other characters - Jade was able to recognise the strange series of pictograms depicting people in various poses as a martial katah, and then the girls had to try to do it, in unison. Considering it was a simple Tai Chi starter routine, I hadn’t thought it would be too difficult. Thankfully most of their errors were caused by giggles, so they had fun with it. The door riddle that Renee was able to bring her particular skills to was an arcane puzzle built into the door - a puzzle that I’d lifted from a videogame where they had to twist five circles stacked on top of each other so the lines on each progressively larger circle lined up to create a specific arcane rune. I’d recreated the puzzle in hard copy using paper and a pushpin, the rune they needed to recreate was on the big fake ‘door’ that was the backing for the puzzle.
It, shockingly, took the girls ten minutes to even realize they could spin the circles on the prop. I really had to talk to Mel about Rhia’s education in basic shit like how to list things, and basic arts and crafts.
The final door was always supposed to be the hardest. I’d decided that since interred mercenary had been a world traveller, he’d not only learned different forms of navigation, but he’d learned about circumnavigation, and I went about finding several formulae relating to how to figure out the size of the earth, finding the equator and the poles.
Well, apparently they either teach math better these days, or me and all my friends just suck at it, because the girls whipped through that one in five minutes flat.
As the door crashed open with a resounding boom, instead of a stonework corridor as before, the trio found themselves looking out into a torchlit chamber from a balcony. Stone stairs descended the length of the long rectangular room slowly, turning corners at the far end and crossing each other at a landing, then continuing to descend on both sides until presumably ending somewhere below the balcony. The floor of the chamber was far below, at least a sixty foot fall if they were to jump from their perch, but the space below seemed well appointed for hosting a small ball. Half the space looked set up as a dance floor, complete with a set of chairs awaiting musicians, while the other half looked ready to present an array of fine desserts, appetizers and drinks on long tables covered in fine linens and platters, except that they all stood empty. In the centre of the floor was a statue, some sort of winged lion sitting regally, facing forward, and behind it on the far wall, positioned under the landing, was a small alcove shrouded in a gauzy black fabric, torches beyond it allowing the sense that a short flight of stairs descended and ended at a doorway.
Renee was the first to speak, and she intoned her incantation to see the magical auras in the world around her before wincing back at the number in the chamber. Each torch dotting the many sconces released an aura of illusion, likely the creation of the light. Another powerful illusion aura sat deeper in the chamber, along with several protective auras, and one general aura that she could not place.
“That room is full of magic, mostly illusion,” she told the others. “The torches aren’t real, and I bet some of that stuff down there isn’t either.”
“Hmm,” Jade said, stepping up to the balcony railing and peering directly over. “Long drop. I think we just… take the stairs?”
“No point in waiting,” Olivia sighed, hefting her torch and keeping it lit in case the illusion ones suddenly went out as some sort of trap. She picked a direction at random, and her compatriots followed her marching down the long flight of stairs. When they reached the far landing they paused, looking around but not noticing any changes. The stairs continued as they thought, down beneath the balcony now half the room above them, but they didn’t just let out onto the carpeted feasting floor, they instead let out onto a small stage.
The three women continued, switching paths and travelling along the same wall instead of looping the entire room, pausing every once in a while for Jade to try and spot any traps, but otherwise reaching the end of the stairs without incident. Olivia hesitated a moment and then stepped down onto the solid marble stage, walking up to the edge of it peering over at the two foot drop to the carpet.
Everything at this level in the room looked opulent. The carpet was plush and looked like it had never been stepped on. The linens on the tables were perfect white, unstained, unmarred and crisply folded. The statue of the winged lion was exquisitely detailed. Even the marble of the dance floor gleamed in the torchlight, false or not.
“Give me a minute,” Renee said before Olivia could hop onto the carpet. She began to perform the longer version of her Detect Magic ritual, rather than burning spell power, but after she got about a minute into it she was cut off.
“You might as well give that up, it will not help you here,” a booming voice echoed through the chamber.
It took the adventurers a long, startled moment to realise that the voice hadn’t just come from somewhere in the room, it came from the centre of the room.
The winged lion statue blinked.
A light coating of dust puffed off of it as it shifted, and then sat up. Its mouth began to move, and again that voice boomed, threatening to disrupt thought and overwhelm senses.
“Who are you, to answer the riddles and come into this sacred place and disturb the rest of a Blessed One?”
“Oh, shit,” Rhia said. “Oh, fuck me. Oh, shit.”
“What?” Tori asked. “What is it?”
“How many doors did we pass through?”
“Four,” Elyse answered her.
“And there’s one more door back there. Oh, fuck me.”
I smiled, trying to keep it small. I’d been wondering if she was going to pick up on things eventually.
“Would you like to share with the class, Rhia?” Tori asked smarmily, putting on a Snotty Teacher voice.
“Five doors, the first four sealed with riddles, and a winged lion guarding the last one,” Rhia said. “It’s always the same thing, and it’s shown up in three different stories from my parent’s campaigns. This is a Sphinx, and he’s guarding something. If we piss him off, we’re all very dead.”
I pursed my lips, smirking a little. Finally, someone got it. A little late in the game, but they got it. Every single time I busted out a Sphinx gauntlet in The Game, everyone around the table someone magically forgot about the last time I’d done one and they ended up being sassy, or saying something insulting, to the Sphinx. And then they had to fight it.
Usually Sphinx gauntlets were something I used at higher levels, but sometimes it was fun to throw caution to the wind even as a DM.
“So what do we do?” Elyse asked. “Or what can it do?”
“That, my dear, is an excellent question but also a great example of trying to metagame,” I cut in. “Now that Olivia has recognised this creature as a sphinx, why don’t you guys roll me a History or Arcana check, whichever is better for you, and we’ll see what your characters know.”
The girls rolled, nervous for the results after Rhia’s dire warning.
“Sixteen, Arcana,” Elyse announced.
“Fifteen, History,” Rhia said.
“Dirty Twenty, History,” Jade grinned in relief.
“Alright,” I grinned. “Let’s talk about Sphinxes.”
(Chapter to continue.)
Comments
BreaktheBar
I was in a wifi-less zone AND ran my data out, hahaha. I could not check my rules references. I'll look back at this.
Roxconn
God damn i hate rules lawyers and I'm not sure how accurate we are going for with D&D but Lay on Hands 💯 cures poisons lol
Adam Cieslicki
What a cliffhanger!
