Dm and the Dirty 20s
Copyright© 2025 by BreaktheBar
Chapter 59
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 59 - 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
“Morning,” Mel sighed happily as she sank into the chair across from me at my kitchen table, wrapping her hands around the mug of coffee I had ready for her.
“Morning,” I smiled softly. “What’s up? You look like you hate this particular morning even more than most.”
“Nothing,” she shook her head, then snorted softly and smirked. “You’ve got my daughter grilling me and Dan about every battle you’ve ever run in the Game.”
That made me bark a laugh and shake my head. “She’s doing her research, huh?”
Mel gave me a look and then started laughing as well. “She’s rented several books on medieval warfare from the public library, too. Not to mention she’s been watching a bunch of medieval action movies, and the girls were over at our place last night doing a Lord of the Rings marathon.”
“Not a whole lot of great battle tactics in those movies,” I chuckled after taking a sip of my coffee. “Maybe a little better than Game of Thrones, but not by much.”
Melissa rolled her eyes at me and shrugged. “Honestly, I don’t know how you did it - Rhia’s kept me up to date on what’s been happening and I know I’d be wanting to kill this werewolf guy too, but they are going the extra mile.”
“First big villain,” I pointed out.
“Oh, come on,” she shrugged. “We didn’t hate - fuck, what was his name? Ultgar the Terrible?”
“Uthgar,” I corrected. “Bane of the Blackrock Tors, high bishop of Agony.”
“Right, him,” Mel nodded.
I laughed a very particular, very annoying, laugh. It was something between a cawing crow, a laugh, and a super annoying and entitled personality all wrapped up into one objectively grating sound. “Haw-haw-haw-haw.”
“Oh my God,” Melissa said, her eyes going wide and pointing at me as she was reminded auditorily of memories from twenty years ago. “Never mind, I take it back. Fuck that guy.”
I grinned. That laugh had haunted the earliest version of The Game from before we ever even got sexual. In fact, it was during the aftermath of Uthgar the Terrible’s defeat and the subsequent triumphant return to the city that the group had done their first ‘public baths’ trip when Melissa had convinced everyone to get naked for the first time.
“You really are fucking good at DMing,” Melissa sighed, taking another long sip of her coffee.
“Thanks,” I chuckled. It was an off-week for The Game, but I’d already started work on their next session post-sex as their party was closing in on the Dark Lord’s back lines in the war. Next week was going to be interesting.