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All Characters are 18 years or older.
This story is a bit of a slow burn dual-story that very much requires the reader to start from the beginning. It does not require intimate knowledge of D&D or other TTRPGs, but is very much about playing those sorts of games and the fantasy of roleplaying. The two stories are those of the Players, and their Characters. As such this story comes with a warning of having strange Point of View/Narrative hotswaps in the middle of chapters as the players around the table move in and out of character.
In this chapter you can expect rough MF and FF with some voyeurism/exhibitionism, aftercare MF, and an MMF/Group scene.
Things get dangerous as the adventurers follow through on seducing key enemies, and the girls get to experience group sex and aftercare..
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Chapter 45
"The transformation you witness is horrific," I said to Elyse. "The expressions on Alexander Houndsfang's face as it happens are both painful and euphoric. You watch as his limbs twist and snap, bones breaking as they realign and grow and find new shapes. His skin splits and shreds and regrows to cover his broader chest, his longer, thicker arms and legs. His hands, becoming massive, elongating into claws. The fur that erupts from him is black as midnight, thick and coarse until it smooths out over his wiry, corded muscles. The last part of him that changes is his face, first his teeth new ones sprout forward, his jaw elongating, his nose changing, his brow furrowing more as his ears rise into points. When the cracking and grunting and all the horrible little noises cease, the only sound left in the chamber is your hammering heartbeat and the slow, heavy breathing of the beast before you."
"Is he what I think he is?" Elyse asked, reaching out and not quite touching my bare chest, acting like she was nervous to touch the thing in front of her - I had to hand it to her, Elyse was a better actress than she seemed to know.
I'd stripped off my shirt and shorts as I described the transformation, and when I finished I pushed down my briefs and kicked them away, now fully naked with her. My cock wasn't fully hard yet, considering I'd come in Tori's mouth less than an hour ago, but it was already feeling full and heavy at the sights before me. Elyse, gloriously naked. Tori, over at the other end of the table, without pants and wearing a strap-on as Rhia, topless, was on her knees and sucking the strap-on to get it spitty and ready.
"Do you ask him?" I prompted Elyse, trying to help her be in character.
"Are you what I suspect you are?" Renee asked, her voice low and thick with her accent. She gazed up and down the beast, taking in his hulking form, his massive, clawed hands and feet, and the thick, big, but very human cock hanging between his legs. He was still humanoid, still a man in most ways, just
more
than that. The clothes Alexander had been wearing were shredded from the transformation, hanging in rags where they hadn't fallen away completely.
Alexander reached forward, wrapping one big claw around the small sorceress's head and drawing her close as he leaned down. His voice was even deeper than before, like it was threatening to erupt out of him at any moment, and his words sounded strange as they were uttered through his changed mouth. "Say it," he growled.
"Werewolf," Renee hissed breathily.
"Did you for real just recreate the Twilight scene?" Rhia asked, her mouth leaving the dildo as she turned to look at us more fully. "I mean... really!?"
Elyse broke, snorting as she covered her mouth and giggled, and Tori started laughing. "It was hot until you ruined it!" Elyse said through her giggles.
"No more commenting on stuff that's happening in the other scene," I said, putting on my 'don't argue with the DM' voice. "If something
does
come up, call Time Out or 'DM!' for input."
"Sorry," Rhia said.
"Now get back to sucking that cock with those pretty lips," Tori grunted in her 'male' voice.
"You better get ready to eat pussy, Rolf," Rhia grunted. "Cause if you keep talkin' like that, that's all you're gonna get."
I turned my attention back to Elyse, making eye contact with her as she looked up into my eyes. I took a deep breath, and she mirrored me, and we both let them out at the same time as we tried to get back into the scene.
"You know, and yet you don't run," Alexander said, stalking around Renee. Each step was heavy even in the stone room. As he circled her he trailed the claw of one finger across her bare shoulders.
"I'm not afraid," Renee said. "Not of you, not of the beast. Would you like to know why?"
Alexander leaned in from the side drawing in a deep smell of her just as she'd done to him earlier. "I'm curious," he said.
"I am not afraid, Lord Houndsfang, because every pack leader needs a mate," Renee said, reaching forward and running her fingers along his hanging cock. It immediately responded, starting to rise. "And whether you marry the widowed Lady or not, I will be
that
for you. Your trusted mate."
Houndsfang moved fast, manhandling her with aggression and shocking speed as he seized her from behind, one big claw wrapping entirely around her neck and throat while the other seized both her hands and held them behind her back. "Is that what you think you'll be?" he growled. "You think you'll be the one who can survive the lust of the Beast?"
"I know I can," Renee said simply, breathing deeply but maintaining her calm.
Again, moving fast, she was lifted from the ground and planted in front of the throne, his massive hands bending her over until she was holding armrests and her ass was thrust back at him. She spread her legs on her own, arching her back, presenting herself to him like a bitch in heat.
It was a fantastic view. Elyse really did have the nicest ass I'd ever been with. Best of the three coeds, better than Mel, Veronica and Rachel, and better than any of the few girlfriends I'd had over the years. It was the perfect mix of muscle with a layer of cushion, rounded perfectly in every way but still matching her slim frame so it didn't look out of place or fake, or like she was wearing a diaper or something. When she arched her back and spread her legs in this position it pressed her pretty pussy back, begging for attention, and it was already flowering a little with a little drool trail of her juices already on her inner thigh, she was so horny. And that perfect little virgin asshole flexed as I watched, peeking out from between those cheeks.
There was a
lot
I wanted to do to her. I wanted to bury my face in between those thighs and slurp up her taste. Or between those cheeks and tongue her ass to show her exactly what I would do with her by the end of the summer. But those weren't things that Alexander would do, and I was nothing if not a professional Fucking dungeon master.
Across the room, Tori had transitioned to titty-fucking Rhia, which had both girls laughing, and she pulled Rhia to her feet and kissed her, then started tracing kisses down towards the brunette's breasts. Rhia gasped with a smile, then looked over at us and saw what I was doing, silently stopping Tori so they could both watch.
Alexander pressed her thick cock to Renee's cunt, running the head through her slick lips. Renee felt like it was too big - it couldn't possibly fit. Except it would, or she would quite possibly die. There would be no stopping the Beast now that she'd brought it forth and made it promises. But Alexander had a level of control that was rare in the stories of werewolves, and she felt the hair of his massive, barrel-like chest brush against her back as he leaned over her, his tool still teasing across her labia.
"Beg for it," he rumbled in her ear, and she felt the cold touch of his nose just behind her ear.
