Aftercare with Tori, Dinner, and Battle Plans Begin

“So, you do realise that if we do this every time you fuck one of us, we’re going to fall way behind on actually playing D&D, right?” Tori chuckled warmly as she leaned back against my wet chest.

We were in the shower up in my en suite, officially in the ‘cool down, check in’ part of things just like two weeks before when I’d fucked Elyse. Her silky black hair was up in a bun on top of her head since she didn’t want to wash it at the moment, but she’d been more than happy to participate in a little mutual washing up. Now we were mostly rinsed off, but I’d squirted some fresh body wash into my hands and had begun soaping her tits up all over again.

Now that I’d gotten my hands on them I wanted to make sure I thoroughly enjoyed them because despite what she said, they really were astoundingly perfect.

My cock was hard - teased into that position by her hands early in the shower, along with a couple of little kisses - and pressed to her ass and back. And the little minx was subtly circling her hips, which meant she was still teasing my cock even while she was making her observation.

“Are you filing an official complaint with the DM about this disruption to your regularly scheduled activity?” I asked lightly, softly rolling her nipples between my thumbs and forefinger and giving them both a little tug.

“Mmmno,” she grunted with a little grin. “This is- Fuck, Shane, if I could afford to pay you to do this very morning I would. Just make you be my live-in shower massager and Dungeon Master.”

That made me snort, mostly because the idea of getting paid to do this was utterly ludicrous. You were sure men, somewhere in the world, paid for this sort of interaction with a woman. Especially a young, gorgeous, intelligent woman like Tori. “Once we’re all comfortable with things, cool down and check-in time will be less necessary unless we’re trying something new,” I murmured, shifting a little so I was speaking into her other ear and then kissing her cheek. “Speaking of which-”

“So you’ll do this with Rhia, too?” Tori interrupted me.

“I mean… eventually, I assume,” I said. “When it comes up in the game naturally.”

“OK,” Tori said. “I just… you two have more, weird history. Like, it’s been made pretty clear you weren’t grooming her or anything. This was all clearly her idea, the little freak. I just wasn’t sure if you were thinking of not doing something with her because of, like, boundaries.”

“I…” That was a tough one. “I’m not trying to avoid her if that’s what you’re implying. Though I’ll admit that I still have some reservations.”

Tori put a hand over mine on her right tit and guided me to slide it down her stomach and her fuzzy mound, then lower to tease against her labia. “That’s fair. I just know that she’s, uh, well… Don’t wait too long, is all I’m saying.”

“Please tell me she doesn’t have some new, cockamamie scheme,” I sighed.

That made Tori cough a laugh. “Cockamamie?”

“What? Come on, you have to have heard that before.”

“Yeah, but not in forever,” Tori giggled. Then she turned in my arms, looking up in my eyes. “I thoroughly, thoroughly enjoyed our sex,” she said. “To answer your check-in question. And you were amazing, thank you for letting me take charge. I’d… like to do that again, next time, please.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” I murmured, both my hands on her waist now. Hers were between us, slowly stroking my cock, and she was grinning like a little imp.

“So am I going to get fucked her in the shower or not?” Tori asked. “Or should I get on my knees and blow you a bit first?”

I grunted, closing my eyes as I was almost overwhelmed by my desire to do all of that and more with her. “You tell me,” I ended up murmuring. “I’m yours to command.”

She groaned happily, going up on her toes to kiss my lips, and then turning back around and putting one hand on the shower wall as she pushed her ass back at me and ran her other hand over her dark little lippy labia, letting her fingers trail through her folds and then spread them in an unspoken invitation.

The girls were giggly when we got back to the table. Dinner was a homemade pizza - vegetarian, much to my dismay, but still pizza. Elyse had made the dough by hand, apparently having worked in a pizzeria back home as her first ‘real job’ back in high school, and it was perfectly fluffy and delicious even if it was lacking proper protein.

A caesar salad accompanied the pizza, and once we’d all finished that as an appetiser we decided to get a bit more of the game in.

The fallout of the events didn’t take long. The Captain of the Guard was blown away by Jade’s display of athletic sexual appetite, and was more than willing to listen to her report on what the trio had been doing out in the woods, and learned about the **** of the Duke’s son-in-law. She wasn’t sure whether the Captain was more angry about the coming attack, or the **** of what had apparently been his childhood friend - the Captain had come to the Keep along with Lady Aileen’s deceased husband, having been the man’s childhood sparring partner during lessons in sword and tactics.

Up on the top floors of the keep, Lady Aileen had been thoroughly pleased with her first lesson in the arts of sapphic celebration. Cuddled up on her bed, Olivia of Parnassus warned the heir to the duchy of the pending attack, and of the werewolf marauder who intended to take her to wife. Lady Aileen, furious that this news had been delayed in reaching her and had required subterfuge - however pleasurable - to reach her ears, and immediately started to storm about the keep.

Between their two new contacts, the trio of adventurers were kept busy as they relayed what they could remember of the forces likely to emerge from the woods any day, let alone hour.

The numbers were dire. The Keep, during peacetime, would usually host thirty-odd Men-at-Arms, highly trained and forming the core of the Duke’s army. Another forty Rangers would use the keep and several smaller towers and forts to rove the lands, keeping an eye out for danger and assembling when called, while almost three hundred members of trained militia had been on the Duchy payroll before one would even consider the broader conscription of soldiers into a general army. The men, and many women, of the duchy had been a hardy bunch living on the fringe of the kingdom.

Now, a decade into the war in the West, there were no rangers, no militia. Recruits were requested yearly to fuel the war machine. The Men-at-Arms were long gone, dead on some faraway battlefield or forming the bodyguard of the Duke.

Fourteen guards, even less than the trio of adventurers had expected, were prepared to hold the keep alongside thirty other various serfs and staff. Plus one Lady and three adventurers.

“And one silver fox of a lumberjack,” Tori added with a smirk.

“A sexy, well-muscled, well-hung silver fox lumberjack,” Elyse chipped in.

“Please,” I held up a hand to forestall Rhia’s addition to the list, making all three of them laugh.

We left the table soon after, the girls with some homework to do - and something that I often liked to ask of my players when a ‘big battle’ was afoot. Not a regular ‘boss combat’ where it was them versus some big baddie, but fights that were on a larger scale and would include a lot more moving pieces. Their homework was to come up with a priority list of ideas that Olivia, Renee and Jade would tackle in helping the Lady Aileen, the Captain and the various denizens of the Keep to prepare for the siege. Creativity was encouraged, though not every idea would work, and they were free to ask me questions during the week without locking themselves into anything until they sent me their final, individual lists the night before our next session so that I could get things planned out.

Then I was utterly, completely blessed as the three college coeds stood up from the gaming table, peeled off their clothes and pranced through my house naked and out to the hot tub. They had to call for me to follow them because, even though this was now our regular routine, it struck me speechless and frozen as utterly wild that this was my life now.

And, strangely, not a single sexual thing happened out in the Hot Tub because they held a war room meeting.

I’d always heard that nothing was as dangerous as a woman scorned.

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