The Gathering of 2012
Copyright© 2025 by ahorsewithnoname
Chapter 9
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 9 - Written in 2012, it's the story of a group of friends who get together every year for a long-weekend of Dungeons and Dragons, only to have a freakish storm cause them to gain actual arcane and divine powers. When one is taken by perverted Goblins, they band together to rescue her. Overflowing with great sex and wild adventure, this is a nerd's story written by a nerd D and D player! Go to Bookapy and you'll see all of the reader's comments!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual NonConsensual Rape BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Fairy Tale GameLit High Fantasy Science Fiction Aliens Magic Gang Bang Group Sex Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism Oral Sex Voyeurism
There was some type of magical alarm built into the ground because as soon as we left the confines of the elevator, arrows came whizzing toward us.
We both hit the ground quickly.
“We’re under attack,” I spoke into the stone, then left it on the ground as I rolled toward Jamie, casting ‘Divine Armor’, which put protective shielding around us and bought us some time. I looked at Jamie and expected to see her frightened. She wasn’t. She was pissed. And she was holding up her orb.
“Acid Wave” she screamed, and sent a wave of acid in the direction where the arrows originated from.
It was overkill. The goblins (I assume they were goblins since nothing identifiable remained of them when we moved forward to investigate) were disintegrated.
“What if Ash was with them?”
Jamie’s face fell. Tears started welling up in her eyes.
“I-- I didn’t--” she started speaking.
“We don’t know. I doubt Ash was right there. We just have to be careful, babe, ok?”
She nodded, but I could still see that she was shaken a bit.
We got up and started to move cautiously further into the basement, or forest, or whatever it was. We passed by where Jamie had unleashed her spell, and there was no sign of Ash, which was a good thing. A distance back we heard some noise and stealthily approached.
It was a goblin, seriously wounded from the acid attack. I looked at him and met his eyes.
“She is ours.” He grunted at me.
I looked at Jamie with surprise written all across my face.
“You understood that?” she queried.
“Yes.” I understood Goblin. It was one of the languages I had chosen a long time ago. I never thought I would actually hear it spoken.
I looked back at the Goblin.
“I can make the pain go away.” I moved my hand to his body and he grabbed it and moved it quickly to his head, pressing my fingers against it. His grip was strong enough to keep it there.
Then I saw a vision. It was of Ash, dressed in a long, white dress, laying prone on some sort of sofa. She was unconscious. A solitary Goblin was sitting upon her, and a black horse was watching the Goblin, partially shrouded by some drapery.
The goblin let go of my hand, made a sound that was a cross between a laugh and a gurgle, and then died.
The lights started glowing brighter.
“Ten quatloos that the human named Jake does not survive.” This time it was Provider Three.
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