Dm and the Dirty 20s
Copyright© 2025 by BreaktheBar
Chapter 65
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 65 - 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
With their plans in motion, the three adventurers reconvened to update each other and Lady Eileen on the state of the siege preparations.
“There’s more we could do,” Olivia said. “There’s so much more we could do, but we need to take a big swing, a big risk, if we’re going to go make all of this work.”
“What do you mean, Lady Olivia?” the widow asked. She’d taken to calling her erstwhile lover that while anyone else was around. “Is there something more we can even do?”
“Your father, Lady Eileen,” Renee said. “He set traps on his bedroom. Magical ones. They aren’t there to protect his bedsheets. There may be something useful to us now, something he left behind instead of taking it to war in the west.”
“I’ve told you this already,” Edmond, the elderly Dwarf chamberlain, grumbled. “The Duchy treasury has been near empty for some time. It isn’t sitting up in that bedchamber.”
“The treasury wouldn’t help us now, anyway,” Olivia said. “Houndsfang can’t be bought off, and we don’t have the time to try to hire mercenaries or something. And mercenaries can be just as bad as bandits.”
“I mean that magic can be used to protect magic,” Renee said. “It may not be a weapon, I assume he would have brought that to the war, or left someone here who knew how to retrieve it. But it might still be something useful.”
“Might,” Jade winced. “Might be useful. It could be a deed for the keep, or the whole Duchy, and then what good is it if we lose the battle? It could be a dragon’s hoard of gold, and that wouldn’t do us much good unless we started melting it down to dump on anyone climbing the walls. Hell, it could be a dragon - that might be useful.”
“What do you suggest we do then, Jade?” Olivia asked.
“I’ve found out that one of the Trappers knows the route to the Forest Tomb,” Jade said.
“I’m sorry, the what?” Lady Eileen asked. Edmond groaned a deep, rumbly sound similar to rocks grinding together.
“The Forest Tomb,” Jade repeated herself, frowning a little. “The tomb of your- What was it? Great-Grand Uncle? The one who worked as a Mercenary in the southlands.”
“Why have I never heard of this?” Lady Eileen asked sharply, turning to Edmond.
He grumbled wordlessly for a moment, wringing his hands and grimacing, then let out a beleaguered sigh. “Your Father chose to take the same path that his father did, my Lady,” he said. “Which was to not inform any of his children of it, except in a letter that was to be handed to the new, rightful Duke or Duchess. The Tomb is dangerous, and he didn’t want his children seeking it out. One of his uncles was lost, trying to plumb its depths to reclaim the treasures his uncle had taken to the grave with him.”
“I’m losing track of who was whose uncle,” Renee said.
“Hastor Unger was a mercenary captain, and the third son of the then-Duke Unger,” Edmond tried to clarify. “He returned after suffering an array of injuries, claiming that all the healers of the Southlands could do nothing for him any longer. He used his collected wealth to build himself Dragonshead Lodge as his personal home, about fifteen miles west up the King’s Highway and deep into the woods.”
“That’s the family hunting lodge now,” Lady Eileen cut in. “I always assumed Grandfather built it. I remember there were some issues with craftsmen working there when I was a child.”
“That was a renovation, my Lady,” Edmond said. “One that unleashed a spectre that frightened away the entire workforce. Your father had to hire a band of ghost hunters to clean it out before the Lodge could be put to use again, and they never did figure out why there was an angry spirit showed up so suddenly.”
“Was that some previous adventure in The Game that I’m not remembering?” Rhia asked.
“Nope,” I said, dropping my ‘Old Dwarf Man’ accent. “But you can take it as a reminder that you’re not the only Adventuring Party in this world. Well, you or my other game. There are other bands of mercenaries, adventurers, crusaders, etcetera, out there.”
“Alright, so Lady Eileens ... Great-Great-Grandfather’s younger brother was this mercenary who is in this Forest Tomb?” Jade asked, getting the conversation back on track.
“Her Great-Great-Great Uncle, yes,” Edmond confirmed. “And Lady Eileen’s Grandfather’s older brother Winston, the second son at the time of his death, attempted to delve into the tomb to recover what he considered wealth that would replace the inheritance he would never receive since he wasn’t the heir. He intended to follow in his Great Uncle Hastor’s footsteps and use the arms and armour on his journey south. Little did he know that the then-heir, Wallace Unger, would die three years later in a tragic hunting accident involving three bears and an entire barrel of mead, which would have made Winston the heir, except that he had disappeared into the Forest Tomb and never resurfaced. That left Wingum, Lady Eileen’s Grandfather, as the heir, and he made sure to quash any discussion of the Forest Tomb so that his sons and daughters would not be struck by the same idea as Winston. Our current Duke Unger, upon learning the tragic history of his deceased uncles, decided to do the same.”
“How do you keep track of these people?” Olivia asked, shaking her head ruefully.
“Well, I knew them all,” Edmond shrugged. “It’s easier when you can put a face to the name. I’ve served the Duke.”
That had all four women in the room reeling for a moment, trying to place how old Edmond truly was.
“So you knew Hastor?” Renee asked.
“Well, I met him several times towards the end of his life, but I wouldn’t say I knew him,” Edmond said apologetically. “I was a young dwarf then, apprenticing under the last Chamberlain of the Duchy. I can tell you that the funeral was conducted in secret, only Hastor’s nephew, the then Duke Unger, in attendance. That would be Lady Eileen’s Great-”
“We can skip the fact that you have this Great-Great thing down, Shane,” Tori smirked.