Dm and the Dirty 20s
Copyright© 2025 by BreaktheBar
Chapter 64
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 64 - 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
Rhia answered the door before I could get there, since I’d been cramming in the last few emails that I needed to send before I took the rest of the afternoon off for the Game. I could hear the surprise in their voices, finding their friend not only already here since they’d arrived early themselves, but also already in costume.
I was coming down the stairs when Elyse said, “Wait one flippin’ second, I know that look.”
“What look?” Rhia asked.
“That look in your eyes, and that stupid little grin!” Elyse cackled, her eyes darting to me as my head cleared the floor above and I could see them. “You got fucked.”
Tori snorted, grinning over at me as well and rolling her eyes as if to say, ‘These two have no tact.’
“OK, maybe I came over here early,” Rhia grinned, and then all three of them were laughing and hugging.
I still had a hard time wrapping my head around the relationship that had evolved between them on this. They hadn’t been all gung-ho to share a sexual partner before the Game had started; in fact, I’d heard them complain loudly during conversation topics about people they knew from college not following ‘girl code,’ both back during the year and during summer. Really, I knew way too much about the dating lives of several college kids I’d never met. But for some reason, they were celebrating the fact that all three of them had fucked ... me. Like it was a special club that Rhia had finally joined or something.
Tori broke away from the other two first as your feet hit the first floor, coming to you for the now-traditional welcome hug and kiss. Today she’d come wearing a cute little summer dress that looked better suited to a fancy brunch at some golf club than to hang out for nerd shit, but considering she was going to change into her costume as well, I didn’t think much about it. Her kiss was insistent, slipping her tongue between my lips and then sucking on my lower lip for a moment before pulling away. The fact that she was being so forward was something I needed to chew on a little - was she feeling more forward today, or was she reacting to the news of Rhia’s sexual advancement in the group? With everything that had happened so far, I didn’t see her suddenly getting a spat of jealousy, but it was something that I was going to need to keep an eye on just in case.
“You look gorgeous today, Tori,” I told her as our kiss slowly ended, my hands on her waist.
“I didn’t have a chance to change after work,” she grinned. “Thank you.”
Elyse was jumping up into my arms a moment later, full of energy, wrapping her arms around my shoulders as I was forced to catch her with my hands on her tight, plump little ass. She laughed into our kiss and pulled back, looking me in the eyes. “Do I look gorgeous today, too?” she asked with a smirk.
“You look like trouble,” I snorted, giving her a firm peck. She was dressed in a tight grey vintage T-shirt of the 90s X-Men cartoon and a pair of jean booty shorts that just barely stopped short of showing the bottom inch of her ass. “Hot, steaming trouble.”
“I’ll take it,” she grinned, pulling me in for another kiss with her hands in the hair on the back of my head.
“What a horny slut,” Rhia chuckled, giving Elyse’s ass a clap below my supporting hand, making Elyse start giggling all over again as she released her leg-lock on my waist.
I let her drop, and Elyse turned to face Rhia while also leaning back against me, wholly comfortable with the over-the-top amount of physical contact. “Says the girl who ... I’m betting he fucking creampied you, didn’t he? Put a big load of jizz right up that little snatch of yours to satisfy your craving for his dick.”
That made Rhia blush a delightful pink. “Fuck off,” she laughed.
“Dirty, dirty Rhia,” Tori teased.
“Alright, you two,” you sighed, rolling your eyes at their antics. “We’ve got a lot going on with the game this week. How about you girls go get into character so we can get started?”
They headed off towards the back bathroom to get changed, which was kind of funny considering how much I’d seen them all naked. They really could have just changed in the game room, or right there in the front hall. But routines were important, and this had become part of their ‘getting into character’ routine.
Rhia, already wearing her faux chainmail, strappy sandals, headband and other little bits and bobs that she’d slowly been adding to Olivia’s character, grinned sheepishly at me. “That doesn’t bother you, does it?” she asked.
“You three talking about what we do sexually?” I guessed, and she nodded. “It’s weird, but it doesn’t bother me.”
“You don’t talk about the stuff you do at The Game with the others?”
“Not like that,” I chuckled. “Sometimes, sometimes, with your Mom when she’s over here for coffee, but not like that.”
“Well, maybe it’s a good thing we’re more open about it,” Rhia shrugged, grinning. Then she stepped forward and took my hands, placing them on her bare waist and then sliding them up under her ‘chainmail’ to her bare tits as I leaned down to kiss her. “Mmmmhmm,” she hummed into the kiss, taking in a deep breath through her nose as my fingers found her nipples and softly massaged them.
“That’s what you were looking for?” I asked quietly once the kiss ended, my hands still cupping and kneading her breasts under her shirt.
“Yeah,” she breathed heavily, eyes half drooped as she leaned a little heavier towards me. “But, fuck, I might have made a mistake. I’m getting horny all over again, and I have no idea if it’s a Sexy game session or a Fighty game session.”
“Could be one,” I smirked, teasing my fingers back down from her tits to her bare waist. “Could be the other. Could be both.”
“Tease,” she chuckled, which made me laugh because that was my entire job as a dungeon master. Keep secrets, tease them out, then play out the repercussions.
Olivia of Parnasus, Paladin of Revelry, felt like there was more she should do. Something to bolster the spirits of the few defenders of the keep, to rally the will of the people. Revelry was about life, living it to the fullest in celebration.
Except, before morale could win the day, before there could be celebrations to spit in the face of destruction, there was work to be done.
“We’re running out of lumber, m’Lady,” one of the three men skilled in carpentry left in the Keep said, panting slightly from his jog up to the top of the walls where Olivia was examining their current project. There was no one hole, per se, that Alexander Houndsfang’s bandit army could pour through, but the Keep hadn’t seen proper maintenance in decades. Even before the Dark Lord rose in the West and the wars began, drawing away resources, the most Duke Unger’s duchy had feared was from wild monsters and bandits that were hunted by both his own trained rangers and the lawmen of the King’s Highway. Armies had not set foot in the quiet wilds at the edge of the kingdom for untold generations.
Before the war, the duchy had sprouted dozens of small towns like Tremulous Crook, full of persistent settlers and hardy folk willing to carve out a life for themselves and their descendants from the wilds. Now the Keep could barely protect itself, let alone all those withering communities.
“Then we need to make more,” Olivia grimaced. “We need to shore up the Northern wall there, and there. See? And we haven’t even touched the Eastern gate yet.”
“We would need to fell trees, m’Lady, and the Duke ain’t given permission for that,” the carpenter said, wringing his wrists nervously. “And it would take time to age the wood so it won’t warp an’ such.”
“Will it warp in the next few days?”
“Mayhaps,” he winced.
“Will it warp enough to cause more problems than it will fix?” she asked more pointedly. “If we were aiming for a longer-lasting solution, we’d be sending for masons, my friend, and you could focus on artisanry instead of raw work. These patches only need to hold through the battle. Once we turn away the Bandit army, the Princess will take a stronger hand in her father’s stead to look towards the future.”
“It- It can be done,” he said. “But the trees, they’re the Duke’s property, m’Lady. We must get permission to fell anything that has not fallen itself.”
Olivia sighed. She loved the people she’d met in the rural counties she’d travelled through since leaving Parnasus, the Greatest City in all the world, but some of their problems were so strange.
“Then come, we’ll see the Princess,” Olivia gestured. “Let’s be about it quickly.”
“I like this not,” hissed the Priest to his two cohorts.
“Hush, Freddie,” the Lady of Benevolence whispered back. “It’s necessary.”
“It’s not necessary,” Father Fred said. “I’m the holy representative of Duty, I know what’s necessary.”
“Will you two hush?” Renee de l’Ombra grumbled. “I need to keep my concentration.” She went back to painting her runes on the ground in the middle of the chapel.
“It really is quite ingenious,” the Hedge Monk said to his companions after a long moment of silence. “If it works.”
“I’m sure it will work,” the Lady of Benevolence said.
“She’s a- a- a witch, Dorothy,” Father Fred hissed under his breath. “A heathen witch.”
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