Dungeon Mistress
Copyright© 2025 by JayFriday
Session 5
Erotica Sex Story: Session 5 - Chris had to take some time off from running the usual D&D game for his childhood friends, and they found a hot new DM: Monica. And she runs a very sexually charged game, with some very seductive villains and NPCs. Before long, Chris and his childhood friends are all getting pulled in to Monica's schemes, and the line between players and characters is so blurry...
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Ma Fa Mult Coercion Consensual Reluctant Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction High Fantasy DomSub FemaleDom Humiliation Group Sex Cream Pie Exhibitionism Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Big Breasts Size
It was the night before our campaign finale session ... and I was stressing out.
Tomorrow, Meldrin, Lucia, Enna, and Cedwin would all - finally - confront the Night Queen.
I wasn’t really thinking about the Night Queen, though.
I’d pulled up the email from my secret admirer to re-read it again, although I’d pretty much committed the words to memory at this point.
Subj: We’re going to turn the tables on her
I’ve had enough of Monica playing with us. Next session we’re getting some revenge. Pre-session party planning next Friday, the week before next session. I’ll come by your place at 5pm. Clear your calendar.
-- your secret admirer
I’d responded enthusiastically enough right after the session. In the wake of watching her play with my friends on live video, working together to turn things around on Monica had seemed like a great idea. The idea of actually figuring it out with a friend -- whoever it was -- instead of just trying to do it all myself had a lot of appeal, too.
But now, at -- I checked my watch -- 4:57, the only thing I felt was anxiety. I mentally reviewed all the interactions of the last few sessions with my friends.
The feel of Liz’s round ass, pressed against my hard cock. The way Erin’s tits hald felt in my hands.
Erin, using that dildo on herself in the last session, me watching on the video feed as she’d moaned my name.
The sight of Liz, deep-throating a dildo.
The two of them, in swimsuits in that hot-tub, teasing me while one of them stroked me to completion.
I didn’t know who I was hoping the secret admirer actually was. And whoever it was, what was I actually going to say, to this person?
Then there was a knock at my door.
I took a deep breath and pulled it open.
Liz and Erin were standing outside. Liz was wearing jeans and a t-shirt; Erin was in a sundress.
Both of them honestly looked about as nervous as I felt.
“Uh... Hi?” Why were both of them here?
“Hi, Chris.” Liz gathered the wherewithal together to speak first. “Can we come in?”
They sat on my couch; I sat in an armchair across from them. I stared at them for a moment, silent, not sure what to say.
“I’m ... I’m sorry!” Erin blurted out. She was beet red. “I-it started as a bit of a teasing joke, but then it kind of ... got out of hand...”
My heart sank a little -- a joke? -- but I tamped down the feeling, trying to focus on understanding what was going on. “So... you were the secret admirer?” I looked between her and Liz, uncertainly.
But Liz shook her head, wincing. “We, uh ... we worked together on the notes to you.”
I blinked, flushing as I digested that unwelcome news.
“Like Erin said, it started as a joke ... you know, after that one session with that scene where Monica turned all the lights off?” Liz asked, uncomfortably. “We could both feel you were sporting a serious hardon.”
I nodded. I had figured as much.
Erin continued, hesitantly, “Well, w-we talked about that after the session, and thought it’d be fun to tease you a little, without you knowing who it was. We figured maybe you’d think it was Monica. So it was fun. And then, honestly, it was kind of nice to have you going along with what we wanted to do each session, instead of what Mike wanted, and ... i-it just...” she sighed, regretfully. “We should’ve stopped a lot sooner, Chris. I’m sorry.”
The implications of all this were now sinking in. “S-so ... this whole time ... the two of you were just ... what, bouncing email drafts back and forth? You were manipulating me as a joke? What the fuck, guys.”
“Okay, don’t get us confused with Monica,” Liz said, sharply. “The point wasn’t to manipulate you. Besides, you didn’t seem to mind the teasing. You seemed pretty happy after the hot tub, as I recall.”
I just shook my head, still processing. “I didn’t mind the teasing, no ... but, come on. You guys were coauthoring emails to me and signing them your secret admirer. I thought one of you might be ... I dunno, into me, or whatever. I thought both of you were my friends. Like ... this is really fucked up.”
Erin looked like she might burst into tears. “S-sorry, Chris.”
Liz didn’t look quite as emotional about things, but did look contrite. “Look, I know. That’s why we figured we’d come clean about it. It was fucked up. I’m sorry, too.”
I glanced back and forth between them, feeling torn. “Okay ... I appreciate the apologies. And look, I get how ... things can get out of hand in these sessions, the way that Monica runs them,” I admitted, grudgingly.
They both looked relieved.
But I wasn’t done. “But I’ve got a few questions, though. Like...”
I took a deep breath. Our years of history together made accepting their apologies easy. But the truth was, the dynamics within our little group of friends had become a mess. If we were ever going to fix them again, we were going to need to get way more direct, and I might as well be the one to start. “Which one of you jerked me off in the hot tub? That was a lot, for a joke.”
They both opened their mouths, but Liz spoke quickly enough to forestall Erin from speaking. “We’ll tell you. But look, we were serious in the email. I want to -- we want to -- beat Monica, defeat the Night Queen. And the only way we’re going to do that is by working together. So we’ll tell you ... but you’ve gotta tell us what you’ve been up to in all those private scenes with her. The only way we can beat her tomorrow is by comparing notes and coming up with a plan.”
I let out a slow breath of air.
I’d come into this expecting exactly that: to make a plan, to turn the tables on Monica.
I’d just been expecting to do it with one person, and maybe for that one person to actually have ... feelings for me. Not to be playing a practical joke on me.
I glanced speculatively between Erin and Liz.
Also: I wasn’t sure I believed the practical joke explanation. Not entirely. Someone had jacked me off. Ha-ha. Very funny.
Erin gave me a tentative smile.
Liz, on the other hand, gave me a look I’d seen a thousand times before.
It was the look she’d given me twenty years ago when a neighborhood boy our age had told us that girls weren’t fast.
When, as teenagers, some idiot at the arcade had told her that she probably couldn’t beat him on the Street Fighter II machine.
At twenty five, when a guy at a shitty sports bar had told her that he didn’t think she was any good with a pool cue, but there was another stick she could handle if she played her cards right.
She’d outraced the neighborhood boy. Half an hour later, that idiot at the arcade had run out of quarters losing to her. And the guy at the sports bar had bought us all drinks, then later dinner, as she’d repeatedly trounced him in pool.
The look on Liz’s face was competitive. Irritated. It said, hold my beer while I shove this pool cue up this guy’s ass.
She wanted to win.
Her reaction next to Erin’s told me a lot, so I took a shot in the dark.
“First of all, I know it was Erin in the hot tub. I just wanted to see if you two would tell me, and the fact that you wouldn’t makes me feel like you’re not really sorry.”
I paused, gauging their reaction.
Liz’s mouth opened in surprise, and then she closed it, thoughtfully, and grimaced.
Erin just got bright red, yet again, and whispered, “S-sorry. I-I should’ve told you, honest.”
I felt a surge of smug satisfaction. No denial from either of them. I’d been right.
Whoever had been writing the emails -- it had been Erin, in the hot tub, with her hand on my cock.
I filed that information away for later -- right next to the memory of her, moaning my name as she tried to work a dildo inside herself.
I continued, “And it makes me feel like you don’t really want to win, Liz. We’ve gotta start getting honest if we’re going to beat the Night Queen.”
Liz snorted a rueful laugh out. “You’re right. And I really am sorry.” She leaned forward, a familiar intensity about her, now. “But I don’t just want to beat the Night Queen. I want to beat Monica at her own game. I want to win thoroughly and completely. So let’s talk.”
Well, that felt more like Liz-as-usual. I cracked a smile. “Okay. So let’s talk about the last few sessions. You guys want a beer?”
“Okay. So, what’d she make you do this last session then, Chris? While we were all separated?” It was Erin, voice curious.
I shook my head. “Nah, c’mon, you guys first. I’ve been really, uh, honest. Fill in some gaps for me.”
Over the last half hour I’d told them everything -- the way she’d seduced me as the Night Queen, and the Daughter of Blades. How I’d used the Night Queen’s charm on Diphylla the dryad, and how Monica had gone down on me. The only thing we hadn’t covered was the latest foray into the Arcanatrix’s sanctum.
Now, admittedly, I omitted some of the more embarrassing specifics of our encounters.
How I’d been unable to resist the Night Queen. How I’d cum in a single thrust when she’d been playing the Daughter of Blades. The way Diphylla had gone down on me, made me end the scene instead of ending it herself.
Erin shrugged. “Okay, what do you want to know?”
I had one question that had been on my mind for a while. “What’s your take on her and Mike?”
“He’s going to be a real problem.” Liz let out a sigh. “He likes the way she plays with us. With him.”
“Maybe, Liz ... or maybe he’s just embarrassed,” Erin said.
I could believe either of those explanations, based on what I’d seen so far. But I raised an eyebrow at Erin. “What makes you say that?”
Erin looked a little sad. “We tried to talk to him about it once. A while back. After the first time we went to the Arcanatrix’s tower, before you started playing with us again. He looked mortified, didn’t really want to talk about it.”
Liz shook her head, irritably. “Maybe. But I think he genuinely likes it, Erin. I mean, you saw him when he left the hot tub...”
Erin nodded, rueful. “Yeah. We should’ve gone with something else.”
Liz gave an unsympathetic shrug. “I dunno, after that first trip to the Sanctum I was worried. But when I checked in with him to ask him if he was cool with what was going on, he said y--”
“Okay, you’re talking around something. Clearer details, please,” I interrupted, glancing questioningly at Erin.
Erin giggled and shook her head.
Liz sighed. “He likes it when Monica talks about the size of his dick. Like, he likes it a lot.”
Well, I already knew that, based on last session. But hearing someone say it out loud was still pretty jarring. “O-oh.”
“So, when we needed to get him out of the hot tub quickly, we just...” Liz shrugged, uncomfortable. “Well. We knew what to say to make him embarrassed, y’know?”
“We shouldn’t have done it.” Erin looked shamefaced.
I nodded, slowly, mulling this over. “Think he’d help us? Should we bring him in on this?” I asked the question uncertainly.
Ordinarily, I felt like I knew Mike the best of all of them. But Monica had complicated everything.
Liz shook her head, vehemently. “If push comes to shove, he’ll have Meldrin side with the Night Queen. Like I said: he likes what she does with him.”
Erin, on the other hand, nodded. After a moment, she added, loyally, “He’s our friend. We should get him over here to plan with him.”
I hesitated. My heart agreed with Erin. My head, though ... I thought of the Consigliere, testing him last session. Of how obviously overwhelmed he’d seemed. “ ... Why don’t I at least text him and let him know we’re coordinating to try to win tomorrow, ask him if he’s got any plans or thoughts?”
Erin nodded. After a moment, so did Liz, more slowly.
I fired off a text to Mike, then turned my attention back to the two of them. “Now. What happened to you guys in the Arcanatrix’s sanctum?”
They told me, although it became clear to me that we were all taking similar approaches. As Erin and Liz talked about what had happened last session, they went light on details. They both mentioned the dildos. Neither of them mentioned their size or specifics. Erin obviously didn’t mention moaning my name.
I decided not to press them. Now that we were finally talking about what had happened, I didn’t want to humiliate them by letting them know I’d actually seen everything. They were my friends, after all.
We all looked at one another: a little embarrassed, a little awkward after all the revelations. And then Liz took a breath, and looked at me expectantly. “Okay. We’re all up to speed. How are we going to beat Monica?”
One final question occurred to me, something I realized I’d never been clear on. “Hey, before we do that -- you guys were trying to steal something from the Night Queen, right? An artifact? What is it?”
Erin answered, this time. “It was an artifact called the Scepter of Dominion. It’s the component of a ritual that, under right conditions lets you, uh...”
“... Ascend to godhood.” Liz finished Erin’s sentence, flatly. “If the Night Queen completes the ritual she’s been preparing with it, she’ll take the Moon’s place as one of the Doctrines, alongside the Tower and others. She’ll be one of the foundational forces of the universe. And given how bad she is, that doesn’t seem like it’d be good for the universe.”
“Not gonna happen on our watch, though,” Liz said, determined. “Let’s look at her email and make some plans.”
We all pulled up the email, re-reading it.
Subj: Finale!
Greetings, intrepid heroes!
For our campaign arc finale session, I’m planning a double header.
The first mini-session will focus on the confrontation between your allied forces -- the Hemlock Sisterhood and the dryads, in particular -- and the Night Queen’s guards, outside her castle. The only option, this close to the Night Queen’s seat of power, is a frontal assault. Obviously you all will be grappling with the fact that Arcanatrix Ravenna will be aiding the Night Queen, too.
The second -- should you survive and get inside the palace -- will cover the final confrontation with the Night Queen, once and for all.
A few reminders about abilities you’ve picked up the last few sessions:
Liz, successfully overcoming your challenge in the sanctum got Lucia the Gem of the Minotaur. Once per session, the gem imbues you with bull-like strength and power, greatly increasing your aggression and damage.
Remember that you’ve still got the Ceremonies of the Grove and River available to you.
Come wearing your costumes or show up early to change into them here.
I look forward to learning how this story ends!
Your Dungeon Mistress,
Monica
“It just sucks that we couldn’t convince Ravenna to side with us,” Erin said, plaintively.
“Yeah, about that.” With a Cheshire-cat grin, I said, “I didn’t want to say anything in front of Monica, but ... I actually got her to help us.”
The two of them stared at me. I didn’t go into the details of the video feeds, just mentioned that Ravenna had been in the room in person with me, I’d convinced her that we could beat the Night Queen, and she’d hidden it from Monica.
Liz practically cackled. “Oh my god. That’s gonna be awesome. I cannot wait to see Monica’s face.”
Erin’s brow furrowed. “So the woman who was on those videos ... she was hiding under Monica’s bed? And she just popped out and, what, you all ... had a conversation?”
I sighed. I’d hoped to avoid the details, but decided to share a bit more. “So, her name’s Fiona, it turns out. And no, of course it wasn’t just a conversation. She gave me a handjob and went down on me while we talked about it ... like, um, a ... test, of sorts.”
Erin bit her lip and looked away.
Liz was nodding thoughtfully again, though. “This sort of shit is what Monica’s going to be doing in the last session, isn’t it? Like ... persuading Cedwin and Meldrin to switch sides, I bet.”
It seemed likely. “Yeah. Probably.”
Liz crossed her arms, giving me a frank, assessing look. “If Monica really wanted to get you off, is there any chance you could last more than five or ten minutes without having an orgasm?”
No. That was the honest answer. But I didn’t really want to say that. “I-I mean, even if she makes me cum, it’s not going to change that I want to side with you guys--”
“It won’t change what you want, but it will change what your character does.” Liz interrupted me. “This is how she operates. She’s been doing it this whole time. Some weird test for Mike, you resisting an attempt to mind control your character, played out through sex. She’ll tell you that if you, y’know, give in, it means Cedwin gives in.”
She was right. Of course. I was silent.
Liz looked me over, thoughtful again. “Erin said you’re pretty big. Do you think there’s any chance you could get Monica off instead of her getting you off? That would be beating her at her own game.”
“Liz! Oh my god!” Erin’s voice was sudden and shrill, and she covered her face with her hands.
Erin thought I was big. The satisfying boost to my ego clashed with the embarrassment that surged in me at the honest answer to Liz’s question: I didn’t think there was any way I’d get Monica off.
“I, uh ... could try...” My voice was doubtful. The memory of my encounter with the Daughter of Blades -- trying to get her to orgasm by going down on her, only to slide inside her and cum in a single thrust -- was seared into my mind.
Liz cocked her head. “So even if we helped set up the situation, if you were really railing Monica, you don’t think you could get her to--”
“I-I don’t think I can do this, guys.” Erin cut her off. “I’m ... gonna go. I’ll ... I’ll see you guys at the session tomorrow. You know I’ll have your back, just ... talking about Chris getting Monica off is too weird.”
She sounded agitated. Not angry, exactly, just ... upset? I wasn’t sure. Her voice was full of emotion, though.
“Erin, c’mon,” I started.
But then I stopped. I could see tears in her eyes. Shit.
Erin shook her head, turned away from me, and walked out.
Liz stared after her, and grimaced. “I’ll text her, make sure she’s okay. Maybe drive her to the session tomorrow. She’s been super uncomfortable with the game; I think she’s just been putting on a brave face for all of us. I probably made it worse with the whole secret admirer thing.”
I just sighed. “ ... but you’re okay with it?”
Liz rolled her eyes. “I wouldn’t say I’m okay with it. I was worried about Erin, yeah, but more worried about you and Mike. Monica isn’t telling Erin she’s got a small dick, or trying to corrupt your character through sex. I’ve been trying to check in on you. If you or Mike had thrown a flag, said you wanted to call it quits or confront her, I’d have been game.”
She had a point; I’d brushed her off a few times now, when she’d been trying to make sure I was okay.
“Anyway, Chris. This is all Monica’s fault, at the end of the day. The whole situation, how uncomfortable it feels between the four of us. I just want to beat her. I think that’s the best way all of us can address... this.” She waved a hand, indicating Erin and Mike’s absence, the tension, the whole situation.
I nodded, slowly. “Agreed. So what are your ideas?”
She steepled her fingers, took a breath, and leaned forward. “Glad you asked. I’ve got a couple of ideas we could try, but like Erin said, this is all a bit weird and awkward to even talk about. So ... just how badly do you want to win?”
I thought of everything that happened ... but mostly I thought about Erin, leaving just now with tears in her eyes.
Fuck Monica.
“Very badly, Liz.”
Her eyes were dark, but she broke into a grin. “Good. Me too. Let’s talk.”
So we settled in to talk.
“You’ve never been able to resist me, Cedwin. And you know it.”
The Night Queen’s words, whispered in my ear in the quiet dark, had a predictable effect.
“I will this time.” I tried to say the words evenly, in spite of the rising arousal I felt.
“Oh, well. It sounds so simple when you just say it like that.” I could hear the amused smile in her voice. “Why would you think you’ll be able to do that? What makes this time any different?”
As she spoke, I felt a hand slide down my abdomen, began unbuttoning my trousers.
“My friends and I--”
But she interrupted me, her voice sliding smoothly underneath mine, the same way her hand slid smoothly inside my pants, pulling out my rapidly hardening length.
“Your friends,” she said, coyly, “Aren’t here. There’s just you, and me ... and this.” She ran one hand up the length of my cock as the other wrapped around my base.
It felt good -- very good. But I tried to keep my breathing even, measured. We were just roleplaying.
“And anyway, if you lose control for me, they won’t be your friends anyway, Cedwin. It will be the final betrayal. I will have broken you, once and for all. Broken your mind, the way I’ve broken Meldrin’s.”
Mentally, I worked to stay detached, trying to slow down my arousal. But I couldn’t stop my physical response. I was erect now, under her sure hands, the competent fondling of my cock.
As casually as I could, I said, “You’re wrong. What worked on Meldrin won’t--”
“Oh, I know that.” I was leaking precum, and she traced a finger through it, sliding it along my length. Fuck, the way she was touching me felt good. “Your proclivities are different from Meldrin’s, of course. But the techniques are the same. They’re always the same.”
I took a deep breath. Lubricated, now, she was starting to pump me. Slowly, at first, but she was picking up speed.
“The pleasure I give you is too much,” she whispered. “It feels too good. You’ll give in to it eventually; everyone does.”
In spite of myself, I let out a moan. The darkness left my senses open, vulnerable, and her soft voice, the pleasure from her hands wrapped around my length were everything.
“Uh ... I’m ... only using my hands. You want me to stop for a minute?” She’d dropped character. I could hear the astonishment in her voice at the sound I’d just made.
“Shut up. I’m -- I’m trying, okay? You keep going, I can handle it,” I muttered, embarrassed.
Calm down. You have to do better than this if you want to win, I thought to myself, hopelessly.
I heard her let out a little scoff, but when she spoke again, she was back in character, the Night Queen’s imperious tone. “No, you can’t. Not with me.”
Her voice shifted, sly. “You are so convinced that the bonds between you and your friends are so strong. They aren’t, though. Not really. I mean ... if I told you that you could fuck Lucia, you’d want to, wouldn’t you?”
The retort I’d been starting to form died on my tongue, and I froze. The situation was arousing enough without thinking about that.
“You would,” she murmured, confidently. “I’ve seen how you look at her, Cedwin. How you watch her, in the leggings she wears. The way you react to her body is so telling. Not just friendly, is it?”
“C’mon, what’re you--” I mumbled the words out, embarrassed, but she just kept going, her voice and her hand, both.
“You’d fuck her if you could. Just bend her over...”
I felt a spike of alarm as the remainder of the detachment I’d been working to cultivate vanished in an instant, but mostly, I felt a dizzying, disorienting sense of arousal at the words coming out of her mouth.
“ ... spank her round ass, grab it in your hands...”
I let out a muted, frustrated groan.
“ ... slide in that big, thick cock...”
Oh, god. I couldn’t believe she was talking like this. As she pumped me with her hands, the image filled my mind, Liz bent over as I thrust into her.
“ ... and pound her until she can’t take it anymore, until she loses control...” Her voice was wanton, filled with arousal.
I didn’t respond. The vision filled my mind, Liz’s round ass slapping against my hips, the way she might look back at me, submissive, needy--
“Maybe Lucia would beg, as she gave in to the pleasure of you filling her.” The Night Queen’s voice shifted to Lucia’s now, husky, wanton, full of abandon. “Oh please, Cedwin, yes, don’t stop, I-I’m going to--”
Oh god. This was going to make me cum. “W-wait, Liz--”
She stopped, immediately.
As we’d agreed that she would, if I broke character.
Liz let out a sigh. We sat for a moment in the dark, the only sound my labored breathing.
“I think,” she said, carefully, into the silence, “That we should really, really try to keep you from being alone with Monica, in any position where she can put your resistance to the test.”
I felt embarrassed. “C’mon, just because I said your name just now--”
“Chris. Please. You were losing control.” Her tone was blunt. “Monica’s gonna do way worse than what I just did. And we both know it.”
I blinked, feeling embarrassed.
When she continued her voice was more sympathetic. “Look, you said you wanted to win badly. Well, me too. So just avoid solo situations with her, okay? For any length of time. It just doesn’t seem like it’d take her very long to get inside your head.”
I took a deep, frustrated breath. But I nodded, glumly.
“Now...” Liz’s voice was skeptical. “I’ll see you tomorrow. You’re not going to be weird about... this, are you?”
The word this was covering a lot of ground, here. But it was clear it especially included what had just happened. My friend Liz, giving me a handjob in the name of testing how long I’d last.
I shook my head, more decisive now. “No. We’re going to beat her, Liz.”
She nodded. “See you tomorrow.”
I sat in the dim light of my apartment for a long time, letting my erection and arousal subside, before I moved to turn the lights back on and get ready for bed.
I arrived at Monica’s apartment the next day right when Mike did.
“Hey,” I said, awkwardly, as we rode the elevator up to her floor together.
“Hey, man.” He was short, a little terse.
“You, uh, didn’t respond to my text.”
Mike let out a breath and ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah, I ... think we just ought to try to get through this last session, y’know? This campaign isn’t, um, turning out the way I expected, but I don’t think we need to like ... plan a mutiny against Monica, or whatever Liz wants to do.”
I nodded, a little sadly. “Mike...”
But he wouldn’t make eye contact with me. We were at her front door now.
I tried to think of something to say. “Do you think if we--” I started, but I stopped as the door opened.
It was Fiona, who had played Ravenna last session.
Except she was dressed as Diphylla the dryad, this time.
“Hello, boys. I’m Fiona; I’m helping Monica with this session.” Her lips quirked into a smile, briefly, as she looked at me.
She must’ve gotten the whole outfit from Monica. The bright green cosmetic contacts, silvery aspen-bark hair, and fiery orange lipstick gave her the same, odd, alien beauty -- although the overall effect was totally different on Fiona’s darker skin.
She looked undeniably hot. The transformation to Diphylla had me taken aback, but I’d had an entire session of sitting next to her. Her lithe body, good looks, and aristocratic, British lilt were all at least familiar to me.
Mike, on the other hand, was totally entranced. “Y-you were Ravenna, weren’t you? In those videos?”
Fiona gave him a smile. “That’s right. You must be Mike. Monica said you asked about me. Did you like how I played the Arcanatrix?”
Mike flushed. “Th-that was your natural accent? Are you, uh, British?”
“An expat, yes.” She winked at him. “Anyway, come on in, guys. Chris, you need to get into costume.”
She turned and moved inside the apartment. Mike and I both watched her go for a moment. The dress didn’t cling to her body in the same way it did to Monica’s generous curves, but you could still see her lean frame, glimpses of her skin as the fabric shifted over it.
“God damn,” Mike declared, quietly. “I am sitting next to her this session.”
I sighed.
We went inside.
“Your forces, such as they are, are assembled just outside of bowshot range of the Night Queen’s keep, atop the nearby ridge. It affords an excellent view of the approach to the keep -- the only approach.”