Dm and the Dirty 20s
Copyright© 2025 by BreaktheBar
Chapter 44
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 44 - Shane has been playing 'The Game' for over two decades with his old college friends - D&D, but with sex. Now he's being asked to run 'a normal campaign' for some college coeds. It couldn't possibly happen again, right?
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction High Fantasy Magic Were animal Sharing Light Bond Rough Spanking Group Sex Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Interracial White Male White Female Indian Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Exhibitionism Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Big Breasts Slow Violence
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.
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