Chapter 2 - Rogue's Gallery
I learned under her horny tutelage the ways of sticking tools into mechanical contraptions for desirable release, though it was an uphill battle. My hands were not meant to hold the tools. She often joked that my large hands were more suited for making her come than figuring out how to make a lock release. My joke was that a demon would always make a lock release, but in all seriousness she said that imp dicks were actually skeleton keys, and how fun they were to suck on since they could change shape.
After a few weeks of her teasing, and using every part of me to get herself off, we ended up going adventuring together as well. It was often my friends that completed the party, seeing as the rogue's gallery could not be trusted. They would sooner stab you in the back for a big score, and were a danger to bring along.
"Then you must be the nicest rogue," I once said, instantly regretting it as she trained a dagger to my throat drawing a trickle of blood while having me jerk off at the moment or die. The danger aspect got me off in just a few pumps, spurting out on the floor. She kicked my knees in to lick it up, and stuck a thumb in my ass as I did, massaging my balls with the rest of her fingers. She always found some new fun way to make me crave her.
"Don't ever call me nice, magic," she said. "Or I'll fuck you with a dagger over and over." I pictured a strap-on dagger that she could use to thrust stab a person, and felt an erection bothering me again. When all the cum was off the floor, she let up and set her foot on my dick, getting it off in another few squeezes between her big toe and the rest. I was becoming far too easily set off by her, and would do anything to make her feel good.
"Sorry," I said. "You're still coming with us, right?"
"We made a deal," she said. "I don't break deals." I wanted to remark that she was honorable, but that would get me stabbed for sure. I lingered on that dagger strap-on too much in my mind. If it was her, I would probably let her do it. We could have a healer overseeing it that healed the damage as it happened, or if it got too far. I also wondered if she had a thing for blood, and would need to explore that later.
"We got a priest, another mage, and a paladin from my past parties," I said. "You ok with that?"
"Holy knights make me uneasy, but we aren't going far," she said, sheathing the dagger that tasted my blood. I put some special magic on the wound to hold the cut closed so that the body could heal it. It was a good alternative to healing for small stuff, seeing as only priests, druids, and dryads could heal, and only one through sexual healing. Druids were fun for a bit of bestiality fun like the oxen momma I still remembered, and I knew priests got freaky with their staves. Well, maybe not this priest.
"Hello!" A bright voice shone into the clearing. It was the priest named Monika I had partied up with before. She was quite the ditzy one, but her healing was on point. She was often far too proud of her vow of purity, and with her curvy body that could not have been easy to uphold looking like her. She had fiery orange hair paired with many freckles, which paired amazingly with her white and gold robes. The breasts stretched the robes out with pressure, and it looked like she had trouble breathing because of it. "Szymon! I haven't seen you in a few months! How are you?!" I grimaced at her volume. Faustyna threw me a smirk before vanishing into the shadows.
"Remember when I told you about speaking a little quieter?" I asked. "Oh, and she's gone. Anyways, that was the rogue joining us today, Faustyna. Everyone ok with that?" I watched as the other three looked uncomfortable at the prospect. "I'll refund you if anything is stolen." The mood shifted to approvals, hoping Fau would not give into her rogue ways.
"The priest is not wearing any underwear," Fau whispered in my ear behind me. I turned, but she was already gone. "Paladin has a hammer on him, and I don't mean his weapon." She was horny already. I would have to find a way to remedy that along the way.
"Well, let's set off," I said. Everyone nodded.
"Yo," Fau said, showing up for a few seconds. "Don't anyone try anything skeevy. I'll be watching y'all." She vanished back into stealth and shadows. I smiled in apology as we set off on our quest into the forest.
Not two hours into the excursion, I scryed a lockbox nearby and was about to mention it to the group, but Faustyna caught on before I could. She was ever the devil on my shoulder. I excused myself to go to the bathroom, and snuck off with her toward where the box rang out with the signature gleam of air.
"Good boy," she said, stepping out of stealth. "Play your cards right and you might get to tonguefuck me as I open it." I pictured her bent over as I dug my nose in her asshole to suck on the outside of her pussy, and poked up in my robes. She caught sight of it, and smirked.
"It's here," I said, looking at a boulder. "I think under that stone. Here." I cast a simple spell that grew ice under one side of the rock to lift it up, revealing a golden gleam of an edge. It was enough for Fau to jump right in with her hands, but I put a barrier up to stop her just in time as an enchanted snake burst out to collide with the magic air, fangs first, disintegrating right after.
"Careful," I said.
"I could have dealt with a little booby trap like that myself," she said, pulling out a rectangular box with gold rims. It was something the size of a footlocker, with a glowing blue side and a strange lock system on one of the flat sides. "Now, let's see what we got. Ah, hell, it's a three person lock. Magic, and two physical locks on both sides."
"Should we try it together? Can you handle both the physical parts?"
"Hmm," she said, inspecting the box. "Set the boulder back down, we'll do it on top."
"Oh- ok," I replied, undoing the ice slowly to lay it flat.
"Now lay down for me," she said, motioning to the flat rock. I spread out on the rock, and started pulling up my robes, but she knocked my hands away. "Not that, dummy. She pressed my dick against me, and I was too aware of her fingers straddling it tightly under my robes before the lockbox fell onto it with a nut-busting squish of weight.
"What are you doing?" I asked, as she straddled the box with her legs over me. Her hands grabbed my wrists and crossed them over top of the box underneath her crotch. I held my hands there, crossed at the fingers, as she slipped her own hands down the sides of the box and right up against her spread crotch. I wished she was naked at that moment, but every motion made my dick peel back a bit, feeling very nice.
"Focus your magic of deconstruction there," she said. "I'm gonna try to get both of the physical locks at once, but it's going to be tight."
"This is kinda hot," I said.
"Don't fuck this up by busting a nut," she said.
"Yes, ma'am!" I responded, and felt stupid instantly.
"Focus, magic," she said, while working her fingers under her crotch to try and pick the locks with one hand each, I felt her thrust herself against the box, sliding the weight over my dick as I held myself back, and held the deconstruction magic in my hands over the magical lock part. Her tiny thrusts felt so agonizing against the lockbox, against my erection. I just wanted to cum already, but she was still working her fingers, starting to breathe a bit harder.
"Fuck, that's hard," she said.
"Oh, shit, I'm gonna come," I said, feeling a tight shudder in my asshole.
"Got them!" She gasped out, "Blow it now! Magic, cumshot it!"
I felt my teeth lock while pouring out deconstructing magic while she pressed the box tightly against my dick to make me come. I felt the cum spill under my robes, pooling in my bellybutton, as the magic fucked open the part of the lock open and I gasped out with a hot shuddering shake of a satisfying nut under pressure.
I found her eyes right after, blushed with effort spent to get the box opened. I felt the cum spill from my bellybutton down to my pubes, and knew what she would want next. She set the lockbox on the boulder beside me, and got naked hurriedly. I watched the breasts set down on the gold-rimmed box, nipples-first, as she put her ass up into the open air. I needed no direction to grasp onto her hips and dig my tongue inside as my nose poked her asshole.
Her pussy was so wet from the hands tickling at her crotch while working the locks that I could gather up the moisture in my tongue, running under the tender opening to scoop it into my throat. I gathered up a bit of it in my mouth and mixed it with my saliva, then spit it out onto her asshole, forcing my tongue through the sphincter thanks to the lubrication. That got a moan out of her, as her back arched closed into the box, and I rubbed the base of her spine where the bones jutted out while tongue fucking her tight asshole.
