Dm and the Dirty 20s

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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 a little exhibitionism and sexy pictures.

Session five brings and ambush and a desperate flight through the forest, and the girls are so engrossed in the game that sex isn't top of the mind until hitting the hot tub.

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Chapter 50

Kisses at the front door were now the routine.

Elyse came through first and pressed herself to me as she kissed me in a way that I hadn't experienced since I'd been in high school with my first real girlfriend, making out before class at the lockers. She was all over me in a moment, her tongue sliding between my lips. I clapped my hands down, one on her waist and the other on her ass.

"Mmmm," she hummed into the kiss, then pulled away. Her bright grey eyes were playful as she grinned. "Hey, Shane."

"Hi, Elyse," I said, then gave her a little kiss on the nose.

Tori was next, carrying a bigger reusable bag than Elyse, and she didn't press herself to me so much as she reached up with her free hand and scooped me down to kiss her. "Good afternoon, Dungeon Master," she said with a smile after her sweet kiss.

"Good afternoon," I chuckled.

The first two college coeds were wearing similar outfits that day - jean shorts and T-shirts that clung to them a little and showed off their figures. Rhiannon, the last in the door and smiling like the cat that ate the canary, was wearing a sundress.

"Hey, Shane," she said, stopping in the doorway and kicking the door shut behind her with her heel.

"What's under the foil?" I asked, looking at the baking pan she'd brought in.

"Dessert," she said, knowing full well she was being cryptic.

"What

kind

of dessert?" I asked.

"The good kind," she smirked.

With her acting like this, I knew it had to be Mel's Famous Bread Pudding. What made it famous, at least in our group of friends, was that she made the bread pudding with croissants and got this rich, creamy chocolate to ooze like crazy without getting lost or absorbing into the bread. She wouldn't tell anyone how she made it.

I wasn't about to spoil Rhia's surprise, though, so I stalked the few steps towards her. "Should I peek, then?"

She scoffed playfully, tugging on the pan as I put my hands over hers. "You'd peek up my pan?"

I rolled my eyes and leaned over said pan, giving her a chaste little kiss on the lips. "I'd never," I said. Then I turned and started heading into the Game Room.

"That's it?" she asked, kicking off her flip-flops at the front door.

"Is what it?" I asked innocently, turning back and leaning in the doorway as I looked at her.

"You're not even going to

try

and peek?"

"Consent is king, baby," I smirked. "You don't want me to peek, so I won't peek."

She narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips in suspicion. "Did Mom tell you what it is?"

"No."

"Did you fuck her at your Game Night last week?"

I raised my eyebrows, looking back down the hall towards the kitchen and the back bathroom where the others would be changing. "Have you taken the time to-?"

Rhia flushed a little. "Erm..."

"Rhia," I sighed, coming forward, scooping the baking pan from her and pulling her into a hug with my free hand.

"It's kinda weird to talk about," she mumbled into my chest as she hugged me from the side, her breasts braless and squishing against me under her thin summer dress.

"Yeah, no shit," I chuckled. "But they'll find out one way or another. We talked about this."

"Ugh, I know," she groaned, squeezing me tighter and then standing up straight again. "I'll tell them. Then we can all talk about you boning my Mom together."

I groaned, making her snicker, and she took the baking pan back from me and gave me a firmer kiss than the first one. Before pulling away completely she looked into my eyes for a long moment, just smiling and looking as I gently rubbed her back through the dress. Then, with a smirk and a wink that was

so

like her mother, she turned and headed down the hall. And on the way she reached back and pulled up the skirt of her dress, flashing her bare ass. She wasn't wearing a bra

or

panties.

When the girls made it to the table they were all in their costumes. Part of me had wondered if there would be any modifications to the outfits after how things had gone the previous week, or if they would even put them on at all since they'd been so comfortable hanging around my place naked. The only real change was that Elyse had done a little more embroidery work on her silky robe which she showed off before sitting down.

The game opened where we'd left off, with Renee fucked to exhaustion in Alexander Houndsfangs chamber and unable to take advantage of him, while Olivia of Parnassus had finished bedding the male lieutenant of the gang.

It didn't take long for both heroes to make their escape from the awkward post-sex moments - Alexander, back into his fully human form, was dismissive while the lieutenant was wowed by Olivia's sexual attentions. The three adventurers, along with Fergus, met up at their tent in camp to trade notes.

"He's a fucking werewolf," Renee hissed quietly once they were safely ensconced in the tent.

"Wait," Jade said. "Like, he's a

fucking

werewolf or a fucking

werewolf?

"

"Well," Renee smirked a little. "Both."

"How was it?" Olivia asked. "And are you gonna start growing fur 'cause you fucked him?"

"It was... overwhelming," Renee said, and Elyse glanced at me with a twinkle in her eye. Then she was back to Renee and the scene. "In the best way. Sexually. Morally? He's planning on overthrowing the Duke, forcing a marriage with the Duke's daughter to make him legitimate, and then carving the whole thing off into its own kingdom."

"Shiiit," Jade grunted.

"Fuuuck," Olivia groaned.

"You had sex with a

werewolf!?

" Fergus asked incredulously, just catching up.

That got snickers out of the girls at the table.

"OK," Olivia said, taking charge. "So we already wanted to take him down for Pretty the Tree, and his gang oppressing all the villages like Tremulous Crook. Now we know he's planning to make things even worse, but he's surrounded by an army. What are we doing?"

"I mean... We can't fight all of them, obviously," Jade said. "There's way too many. And for all that we've made a few friendly acquaintances, I don't think my fuzzy muffin is gonna convince the entire Red Bronson gang to side with us, let alone even more of them so it's an even fight."

"We do what I couldn't because I was fucked into a coma," Renee said. "We find a time he's vulnerable and we assassinate him."

All three of them sat with that for a moment.

"Feels kind of... like cheating. Or something," Jade said. "'Assassinate' is really close to 'murder.'"

"Counterpoint; he's a werewolf. That's kind of cheating too," Olivia said.

"How would we even do it, though?" Renee asked. "We don't know anything

real

about werewolves, we just have guesses. And we don't have anyone we can trust to ask out here in the woods."

"Well, what do we know?" Jade followed up. "Silver, holy symbols and... can they cross running water, or is that vampires?"

"Holy symbols and running water are both vampires," Renee said.

"So silver?" Olivia winced. "Gonna be hard to find silver weapons out here." Then her eyebrows shot up. "What about more local remedies? Fergus, as there any, like, old stories from this region about werewolves? Old fairytales and stuff?"

I rolled for Fergus as he thought about it, and he got a pretty good natural 18 for his history check. "Herrm," he grunted, rubbing his chin. "Well, there ain't no stories about no wolf-men from what I's remember, but there was a story about

wolves

in gen'ral. Me Ma' used to tell it to m' sister since she was always runnin' off into the woods. There was a whole thing about red capes or sommat, can't remember why, but in the end a woodsman like our father 'n uncles had t' hunt down the wolves and used Monk's Hood flowers t' coat their axe blades."

"Monk's Hood flowers?" Oliva asked. "What would that do?"

"Well, if it's like, hemlock or something? Like a poison?" Renee guessed.

"Wait," Tori said, breaking character. "Can I roll, like, a... botany check? Is that a thing? Like to find out if there are other names for this flower? Or what it might do?"

"Sure, that's a Nature check in this edition of the game," I said.

Tori rolled and checked her sheet for her bonus. "Ooh, that's a dirty twenty," she said.

"Nice," I nodded. "Well, Jade wracks her brain for a moment, trying to piece together what she knows of various plants and flowers from her time with her people, wandering the land. That's when she remembers a blue-purple flower that

does

have another name - it's called Monk's Hood here in the kingdom because it's what monks of Grief use to dye their mourning robes for funerals, but in your homeland, it goes by another name. Wolfsbane."

"Well, that explains that," Elyse snorted. "Let's feed him some wolfsbane and be done with it. Poison his food or something."

"You also know, " I said, wanting to head off the 'easy answer' quickly and not set them up to fail with it. "That wolfsbane isn't an ingestible poison. When made into a paste it can be used to coat a weapon to help cut through supernaturally tough hides."

"I still say we just shove a bunch of it down his throat," Elyse smirked.

The girls spent the next forty minutes arguing over tactics, with me as the DM, or as Fergus, only occasionally needing to chip in to make sure they weren't making plans that had an obvious hole in them that their characters would understand being 'in' the situation as opposed to imagining it as the players. Fergus, being a woodsman who had been scouting the area to make sure he knew their potential escape routes if things went bad, would be able to get them some Monk's Hood flowers to turn into the paste - of course, that was only going to help Olivia with her sword. Jade's primary way of dealing with people was kicking, and while they wondered if coating her feet or soaking her footwraps in the paste would have any effect, they felt it was unlikely. And they didn't have any ideas on how to incorporate it into Renee's magic (though, to be fair, I knew that Renee's magic would have the best chance at cutting through his resistances anyway.)

The real problem for them was finding a time and place to ambush the gang leader. Alexander was spending almost all of his time either cooped up in that throne room he'd occupied, with his gang in the front room of the building or showing his face in the Alehouse chamber to remind everyone that he was the reason they were all there. Either way, he was frequently surrounded by at least a half dozen of his own gang, if not

several

dozen of the various bandits.

"Shit!" Elyse finally exclaimed. But not in a 'Fuck!' sort of frustrated way. More like a 'Eureka!'

"Well, spill," Tori chuckled.

"Literally, shit," Elyse said. "The guy didn't have buckets in there to take a shit in, so he has to leave at some point to go take a shit, right? So we just need to figure out where the Risen Wolf Gang is doin' their business and that's where we ambush him."

And that's how they ended up with their plan to kill a werewolf while he was taking a shit.

Chapter 51

"There he is, the fucker," Olivia murmured to Jade.

"You sure it's him?" Jade asked quietly.

"Oh, it's definitely him. Who else would come down to the outhouse with two friends?"

She was proven right as the trio of men sauntering down from the two standing ruins approached the hastily erected outhouses. Someone had dug a pit and stretched old timber planks over it forming a platform with holes, and the smell was being kept down by some sort of weed clippings the gang members were liberally spreading over it on the regular. It was crude, but it was better than the latrine setups most of the other gangs were using.

It hadn't been covered in the actual roleplay - who wanted to roleplay their character needing to go to the bathroom? - but since it had come up, the girls now realised that they'd been shitting in holes in the woods themselves.

"We weren't counting on guards," Jade grumbled under her breath.

"We'll just have to take them out quickly. Maybe Renee can do something."

The sorceress was currently stalking down the small hill behind the trio, about thirty yards back and keeping to the shadows. Since Renee could play the 'I was just looking for you' flirtation card if she got caught hanging around, she'd been on duty making sure the gang leader didn't disappear on them by heading off somewhere unexpected. Now she was going to take up a position on the rise with a clear view of the outhouse latrines but far enough back that the werewolf wouldn't be able to just reach out and nab her.

Jade and Olivia slowly began to creep from the west. One of Alexander's companions went into another of the outhouses while the second one took up a post outside, leaning on a spear and blowing at a breath. Already bored.

It was late evening, the heat of the sun already cooling on the horizon and the stars blinking in between thick swathes of black clouds that blotted out the moon for long stretches. They had the cover of that darkness, and the sounds echoing down from the Alehouse, to help cover their approach. Jade was the much more stealthy of the two, both because of her natural dexterity but also because Olivia wore her heavier armour, so she took the lead, her long ears drooping to the side instead of upright and her little bobtail twitching whenever she hesitated for a moment to pick her next few steps.

Then, on cue, she took off running as quietly as she could. She was a dark form on a dark night, sprinting on legs built for crossing hundreds of miles of plains in the migrations of her people. Renee almost missed

her

cue, the hare-folk woman was so fast.

Jade reached the guard a split second after Renee's firebolt came soaring out of the darkness with a purple flash. The burst of fire splashed across the guard's chest but he didn't even have the time to cry out in pain from the burn before Jade leapt with a flying knee driven into the side of his head and a punch to make sure he was going to sleep in a flurry of blows before he collapsed.

Behind the outhouse, the three shitholes given privacy by some stretched hides on frames, Olivia drove her sword through the hide of the one with the guard and was rewarded with the shocked cry of pain from the man within.

"Alright," I said, setting my hands down on the table. "That's your surprise round. Nice job! Now, roll initiative."

Whether it was the dice, or maybe the gods of the world favouring Alexander over them, things started to downhill quickly. Alexander, smelling magical fire and blood, let out a snarling roar from within his outhouse followed by the horrible cracking sound of his bones breaking as he transformed - quite possibly mid-shit, but he was still doing it.

Olivia, meanwhile, had no idea if she'd gotten the second guard with a clean shot or not. He definitely wasn't dead as a doornail, though, and leaving him alive could be a big problem if he was still capable of anything. That meant she had to finish him off, and that meant she had to

get

to him, so she started sawing her sword through the tough hide to cut her way through.

Jade and Renee, both looking at the fronts of the outhouses, didn't have a clear shot at anything.

"Don't let him howl," Renee called to her compatriot as she prepared her Shadow Darts spell for when the werewolf emerged.

Jade grunted and winced before nodding and rushing to the outhouse 'door,' which was just a length of fabric slung over a pole. She ripped it aside and jumped forward, wanting to try and grab Alexander Houndsfang and clamp her hands over his mouth - or muzzle, depending on his change - to keep him from howling and calling for reinforcements.

What Jade wasn't prepared for was getting swatted right back out of the outhouse by a gnarled, bony claw that was quickly followed by a snarling snout.

The Houndsfang, stalker of the forest and would-be King, emerged from the shitter as his transformation was just finishing, her limbs still snapping into place and the fur growing shaggier as he took on a mostly wolf-like form with a barrel chest and a lean, corded muscles under a thick hide. He lunged for Jade, who hopped backwards but not nearly far enough - the only thing that saved her from his raking claws catching hold of her and shredding her guts was the impact of Renee's shadow darts as she released her spell and the magical needles soared through the night and stabbed into the beast-man.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Olivia grunted still sawing at the hide until she finally had enough room to get head and shoulder in - she found the bandit she'd stabbed scrambling on the floorboard, one foot down in the shithole as he pulled a dirk from his belt. She slashed at him and her sword sunk into his shoulder, an arterial spray splashing up the cloth hanging and quickly started to pool as he gasped his last breath.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Renee was muttering in between the magic words that helped her focus her magic. The shadow darts had pierced the werewolf's defences but hadn't had the impact they'd had on other creatures. It was going to take a lot more to bring him down. She summoned another barrage, sending them spinning into the night, and glanced over her shoulder in worry - no one was coming to check on the commotion yet, but as soon as the alarm sounded they were all dead women.

"Fuckityfuckityfuckfuckfuuuuck," Jade swore, dancing backwards on the balls of her powerful feet as she ducked and dipped around the grasping claws of the werewolf. She found an opening and snapped a powerful double kick - the first missed, but the second crunched into his snout and should have sent him reeling back, at least in shock.

Alexander Houndsfang barely reacted to the kick, licking his chops like a hungry wolf eyeing a little rabbit, before getting distracted by Renee's shadow darts striking up his back again.

He snarled and turned, finding Renee at the edge of the battle, his eyes focusing on her. Then he began to draw in an immense breath.

"Don't you fucking do it," Olivia snarled, coming around the outhouse after extricating herself from the leather hides. She swiped her sword through the handful of the wolfsbane paste they'd made - getting the wolfsbane had been the easy part with Fergus on their side. He'd been scouting their escape routes for a couple of days and had remembered a general area where he'd seen some of the purple-blue flowers. It had been turning it into the right

kind

of paste that had been the difficult part. Elyse had almost gone to ask her dwarf friends for help, but couldn't guarantee they were actually trustworthy. So they'd muddled through and boiled the flowers while Jade had found and 'borrowed' a clay bowl from someone in camp before they used the pommel of Olivia's dagger as a pestle. The resulting paste was a little chunky, but they'd half-filled Olivia's belt pouch and now she could palm it out and apply it to her blade.