Double Seductions

“So, Miss Olivia,” Tori said, affecting a somewhat silly manly voice. “What’s it like bein’ the bodyguard of a sorceress like that Lady Shadow?”

“Wait, Tori is playing Rolf?” Rhia asked, glancing at me.

“Well, what’s your goal with Rolf?” I asked.

“Um, well… I guess I was planning on seducing him and trying to get information out of him that way,” Rhia said. “Getting these guys drunk didn’t work, so laid might.”

“And I can’t be in both scenes as they happen at the same time,” I pointed out. Then I smirked a little. “I already gave Tori her character notes, she knows what to do.”

Rhia chuckled and shrugged, then blew out a quick breath to get back into character as she turned to Tori.

“It’s actually a lot of damn work,” Olivia replied to Rolf. “Lots of travel, which has been fun for the most part. The occasional deadly encounter with a monster in the depths of some forgotten wilderness. The worst are the wizard duels though - can’t do a whole lot when two sorcerers decide they don’t like the look of each other’s faces.”

“Hm,” Rolf grunted. “Sounds downright nasty.”

“Downright is right,” Olivie smirked. “What’s it like being the second in command of a Gang like yours?”

“Heh,” Rolf said. “Sounds about the same as what you put up with. Follow orders, march across the forest, get into a scrap with the Duke’s men, or some merchant guard, and march back across the forest again. Keep these lunks from killin’ each other in between. No wizard duels though.”

“Hope it stays that way,” Olivia grinned. “Do you boys… party, deep in the woods? More than this spot, this seems like a once in a blue moon situation.”

“Oh, we have… the occasional, uh, thing,” Rolf answered. “When we ‘liberate’ some good stock, ale or whiskey or mead. Things can get downright festive.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” Olivia grinned. Then she sat forward in her seat, leaning toward Rolf and boldly putting a hand on her upper thigh. “I do enjoy a good festivity, don’t you, Rolf?”

“Charisma check,” I interrupted the scene.

“Not Diplomacy?” Rhia asked.

“This is more of a raw seduction, rather than a reasoned or emotional argument,” I said. “Don’t worry, the DC is lower to match.”

Rhia rolled a fifteen total, and I gave Tori the pre-arranged signal.

Rolf leaned forward toward Olivia, bringing their faces closer together. “I do like a festivity now and then,” he said. Then, more boldly and definitely more lewdly and direct than Olivia had been, he reached a hand up under her chainmail top and groped one of her breasts firmly.

Rhia let out an embarrassed snort as she tried not to giggle, and Tori didn’t hide her grin as she palmed one of Rhia’s big tits under her shirt.

“Alright, I think we can see where that is going,” I said. “Elyse, roll your check.”

Elyse rolled her die and it spun for a full three seconds as the girls all waited with bated breath before breaking into cheers.

Houndsfang was watching Renee after her declaration and demand, weighing what he’d seen and heard. Finally, he leaned back, still watching her with those predator's eyes as his voice rumbled in the dark of his throne room. “If it’s ambition you seek, then you’ve found it,” he said. “Ambition and knowing when to seize an opportunity. My ambition will make me Duke, and unless the King fails to stop the Dark Lord in the east and we all get swept into the End, I’ll sit on his throne too before I draw my last breath. In a week I’ll take Duke Unger’s castle, and along with it his widowed daughter - a widow I may have ‘accidentally’ created when I caught her husband hunting in the Owedswood two fortnights back. Then all I need to do is wait for Unger to return from court in the fall and I’ll kill him on the road, leaving me the heir to the duchy.”

“So a Duke, and eventually a King,” Renee pondered, tapping her lips with a finger. “Backed by bandits and thieves. Unless you have me.”

“I have Shinevra for her magics,” Houndsfang said. “Even if she is a little… rough around the edges.”

Renee gave Houndsfang a similar appraising look that he’d been giving her. She pursed her lips, then glanced at Tora before returning her eyes to Houndsfang. She unwrapped her belt from her robe and let it fall from her shoulders, revealing her lithe, thin nudity to him. “I am anything but rough around the edges, Lord Houndsfang,” she said seductively.

Alexander eyed Renee’s body hungrily, then glanced at Tora. “Out,” he ordered his lieutenant.

“Alexa-”

“Out,” he growled forcefully.

Tora sniffed in a breath, clearly wanting to argue but biting her tongue. She stomped across the room to the door, glaring at Renee as she went, and left.

Elyse had stood from her chair as she’d been describing what Renee was doing, and when Renee had disrobed so had Elyse. Watching the silk bathrobe fall from her shoulders and hips and slide to the floor had been erotic. Having the quirky blonde eyeing me with open sexual hunger had gotten my heart thumping and my cock tenting my shorts. Her nipples were hard little buds waiting to be played with, and her pussy already looked ready to go after she’d gotten visually teased and had been stewing on her consent letter and what was coming.

She approached me, and I shifted my chair away from the table a little so it was more like the standalone throne and assumed the same lounging position as Alexander was sitting in. Elyse got close, standing between my feet, her back straight as she looked down at me in all her glorious power.

“Your ambition suits you, Lord,” she said as Renee. She leaned down slowly, bending at the waist as she brought her face close to mine. I expected her to kiss me, but she didn’t - she drew in a long sniff through her nose, smelling my shoulder to my hair as she put her naked shoulder tantalisingly close to my lips. “Enough to make me think swearing my allegiance and my powers to you may just be the fate I’ve been hunting. But I can smell the power about you, Lord. It hangs on you like a well-worn coat. So tell me what you are. Show me who you truly are.”

Alexander reached up and wrapped a hand around Renee’s throughout, standing as he pushed her back until he was looming over her and she had to look up at him. “You think that’s what you want, little sorceress,” he rumbled. “But you don’t know what you’re asking for.”

“I think I do,” Renee said, her hands finding the laces of his leather britches and starting to undo them. “I’ve had my suspicions since I set foot in this camp.”

He growled wordlessly as he turned her around, still holding her by the throat as he pressed against her from behind, leaning down to whisper in her ear. “This will not be gentle.”

“I never asked for a gentle beast,” Renee answered.

I looked up from Elyse, holding her in my arms as we acted out the scene, to Tori and Rhia. The two of them had been watching with rapt attention, but that wasn’t all. Tori had both hands under Rhia’s shirt now, filling her palms with the brunette’s tits, and when I made eye contact with her and nodded she blinked and realised it was her turn.

“What do you say we take a break from the alehouse, find somewhere for a private party,” Rolf said to Olivia.

“Aw, are you shy?” Olivia shot back, grabbing his wrists and pulling them out from under her chainmail. “Do better than that, Rolfy.”

Tori smirked and rolled her eyes.

“Get that fine ass off that bench, woman,” Rolf said. “I’m taking you to a tent and fucking your brains out.”

“Little bit much, but I like the sentiment,” Olivia smirked, standing up.

Rolf, with a hand clamped on her wrist possessively like he might need to fight two or three other bandits in the room for the right to bed Olivia, led her out of the alehouse and out around the two central ruins and into the small camp right beside the main barracks house the Risen Wolf Gang were using. He had a tent there, apparently, and he pulled back the flap and graciously bowed, inviting her in.

“Why thank you, good sir,” Olivia said playfully, entering the tent and turning around as she pulled off her top.

Rhia freed her breasts, not that they had exactly been ‘confined’ since they were braless under the crop top. Her nipples were already hard and standing out in cute little points, and she bit her lower lip excitedly as she glanced at where Elyse and I were watching, Elyse still in my arms as I held her throat lightly in one hand, my other resting on her stomach as she leaned back against me, enjoying the physical touch.

“Time out, one second,” Tori said. She and Rhia had gotten up from their chairs as the characters left the alehouse, and now she skipped around the table and glanced at me. “This one?” she asked. I nodded, and she opened up the bottom drawer on the cupboard to find one of the stashes of sex toys that I kept there for the Game. She pulled out the one I’d told her about and stood up, shucking off her pants quickly so she could put it on.

“Oh, shit,” Elyse laughed. “A strap-on?” She looked back up at me. “You own a strap-on?”

“You never know what strange confrontations might happen in a sex-filled fantasy setting,” I said. “There’s actually two in there, though I only bought the one. I actually only bought maybe a quarter of everything in there; the players from my other game that is like this purchase things that look ‘interesting’ every once in a while.”

“Oh my God, are those Bad Dragons?” Elyse asked, looking into the drawer.

I nudged it shut with a foot. “No peeking, it’ll ruin future surprises.”

She looked back at me again and stuck out her lip in a playful pout, then snicked. “Fair.”

“OK, I need help with this,” Tori said, struggling with the unfamiliar harness.

I let go of Elyse and knelt next to Tori, helping her get her legs in the holes and then cinching it tight. Maybe it was breaking the ‘scenes’ but I took the opportunity while I was down there to give her ass a playful kiss and then blow a raspberry on it, making her laugh and the other two snort and grin. As I stood up, once she was fully harnessed, I gave her a quick kiss and a wink. “Have fun.”

“You too,” she grinned. She went back to Rhia, and I went back to Elyse, wrapping my arms around the blonde again but not putting my hand on her neck again yet.

Tori stood back in front of Rhia, now sporting an 8” natural-looking dildo dangling from the front. She cleared her throat and then pretended to take off a pair of pants before wrapping a hand around the dildo and whirling it like a propeller for a moment.

“I think this is where the party starts, little miss Paladin,” Rolf grunted.

“It just might be,” Olivia said, stepping forward and wrapping her hand around the knob of the man’s surprisingly big cock. She leaned in and kissed him firmly, her breasts pressing against his shirt-clad chest.

He raised his hands and put them on her shoulders. “Knees,” he grunted. ”Get me ready.”

Olivia raised an eyebrow and then put her hands on his shoulders. “Knees,” she ordered him. “Get me ready first.”

I sighed, neither of the girls wanting to give way. “OK, roll off,” I said. “Straight roll. Whoever is lower gets on their knees.”

Both of them broke apart, giggling as they went to get their dice.

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