Game Day and Session 5

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 **** and we **** him.”

All three of them sat with that for a moment.

“Feels kind of… like cheating. Or something,” Jade said. “‘****’ is really close to ‘****.’”

“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.

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