The Wanton Slut : Re-Roll

Greetings.

Welcome to my horny D&D roleplaying branch. I would highly recommend reading the entirety of Vox121's main branch before starting mine as there will be spoilers in the coming story as this branch will mostly focus on the erotic scenarios involving the D&D participants. These events will be coinciding at the same time as the other events in Vox's story. Also I was kind of in a weird degrading sex kink mood when I wrote the horny bits so... it was kind of a bit unhinged and kinda overly porny /shrug

You may have seen my weird fangirling comments before on the story in random places. I have decided to try my hand at writing fiction. I don't normally write fiction but I do write some content about my personal sex life on reddit. This is sort a new experience for me and a bit of a collaborative effort between myself and Vox the maestro writer himself. The idea for this was spurred forward by a friend of mine IRL who desperately wanted me to continue a branch where Emma is unleashed and fucks all of Isaac's friends. Emma as a Wanton Slut. So I guess here it is the start. Not really sure how long I'm gonna spend writing it but just consider this to be fanfiction with these D&D events with Isaac's dude friends part of the whole "Vox Universe" wherein this is taking the same time as the other events. Basically Emma and Isaac will still be in love and the original ending will be canon despite the extra adventures with the D&D boys

The first few chapters are... kind of rough... but I like to think my writing got a little better. There is a bit of whiplash and repetitive stuff since I didn't really storyboard any of it so hopefully you can get some "enjoyment" out of it you perverts.

Lemme know what ya think!

Also if you don't comment my crippling introspection tells me you hated it and I am crying on the inside

Two.

Fucking two.

That’s what Emma had lost by.

I sagged back into my chair as I heard Owen let out a war-whoop. His eyes sparkled in lustful glee. “Oh man. When I am done with you, you’re gonna—”

“So close, yet so far…” Emma said with perfect composure. Leaning forward, she slid the condom back to her and made a show of putting it back in her purse. Owen wasn’t the only one stunned. Seeing us all looking at her, she frowned. “What? He lost.”

“You blind? I clearly rolled higher—”

“You dumb?” she shot back. “Or can you not do basic addition? It’s a saving throw. I add my charisma bonus to it.”

“I have a bonus too!” he began, digging at his character sheet.

“Yep. You have plus one. I have plus three. We rolled equal, meaning I made the save.” She paused for just long enough for it to really sink in. “Sorry, but it looks like you are going to have to retire to your own room. Alone.”

The look on Owen’s face was priceless, though it seemed like it was looking in a mirror. I’m sure that I looked a lot like that more often than I was comfortable admitting from all those times Emma had pulled a fast one on me.

I sagged back into my chair. Holy shit. That had been close.

Too close.

My hand still felt a bit shaky.

“Well,” Emma said, breaking the uneasy silence as she stood. “It was fun gentlemen. See you next weekend?” From the brightness in her voice and smile, it was like nothing had even happened. She made it two steps before Owen called out to her.

“Wait!” She sighed and turned back around.

“Yes?"

Owen stretched out a hand and pointed at the die cocked at an angle

"We always re-roll the dice when it gets cocked," Owen said his hands gripping the side of the table with a white-knuckled grip staring at her expectantly

"Seriously? Fine, but you have to roleplay it" Emma said with a huff. With a roll of her eyes, she spun back on her heel and flopped onto the seat with her legs crossed. Emma shifted her seat slightly and fixed Owen with a cold stare. She lifted her chin proudly and leaned back, supporting her head with her palm. Her eyes glittered with disdain as she looked down at him. Her voice dripped with the haughtiness of someone bothered, maybe even disgusted, by having to converse with someone so far below them. "Eliona grows tired of your childish human games."

I shot up in my chair staring at Emma. "Are we seriously doing this?" She gazed at me with Eliona’s lifeless eyes and shrugged as if she didn’t care about anything. My breath came up short as I realized how committed she was. And if she was staying in character for this...

Owen snatched his die and flung it with a wicked grin. It bounced off the table’s edge and spun wildly among our cluttered stuff. I held my breath as I followed the die’s movement. It skidded on the table and came to rest by a crooked cup.

Owen burst into a tirade cursing his luck and raging at the rules, calling the creators a few choice names.

I collapsed into my seat once more with an internal sigh as relief washed over me. I could feel it. My heart beating hard against my chest was only a loud distraction to a more insidious feeling.

Arousal. The idea that Emma—no, Eliona now—being seduced. She was so far above them. A deity to a mere mortal. That someone with no desire to mingle with her lessors could be... tempted.

I shamefully shifted in my seat trying to hide my growing hardness.

Her giggles pulled my attention away from those thoughts. She had no interest in the ranting Owen, her attention on another. The cute, innocent smile turned impish. I could see the mischievous glint in her eye as our gazes met.

My breath froze in my chest.

It was like she knew.

Her eyes slid from mine, looking over to Owen. She stood up and casually brushed at her skirt. "What, exactly, were you trying to persuade me to do again?"

Owen stopped in the middle of his tirade. I could feel the anger radiating from him like an open flame as he glared at Emma.

She was the model of dispassion, treating his fury as if was barely enough to warm her skin.

"Tell you what, in the spirit of DND, if you roleplay it well enough..." She trailed off. Silently, she took the condom back out of her purse and pushed the condom back toward him. The implication hung heavily over the table. Judging eyes ran over Owen as she appraised him—not as Emma, but as Eliona. Her gaze slid from Owen. My heart pounded as they hovered on mine. "Impress me, Drizzit, and perhaps I may allow you to relieve my... injuries."

Oh.

I knew that look.

And I don't think she was talking about any actual injuries.

Her stare pierced me. Ripped through every lie and mask I had to see the truth of it. A monstrous feeling resided inside me. One I desperately kept locked away deep inside me. But Emma? She held the key. Stolen it. She loved nothing more than to free it. She loved the chaos it brought. The emotions it stirred within me.

"What do you say, Mister Dungeon Master, shall we let Owen roleplay it?"

"Yes" I croaked out unbidden my voice made dry by my panting.

There was a small flicker of something... Surprise? As if she hadn't expected me to agree. Before I could regret it, the moment had passed.

An emotionless expression masked her face as she prowled towards a now nervous-looking Owen. She closed the distance and leaned a hand against his shoulder pressing him close to him. I could see the swell of her breasts press up against Owen.

I cursed Owen.

That should be me.

But I wanted this. I wanted it so badly. To see her. To see Emma—no Eliona—take him to bed. Someone who should have stood no chance with a goddess like her.

I tore myself from my thoughts and focused on the sight before me

She pressed herself further against him. Shimmying her shoulders left to right pressing each breast into his chest. Owen's face turned red, not from anger, but embarrassment. The hunter revealing himself to be prey.

Yet the shock didn't last long. He raised a shaky hand and rested it on her shoulder.

Eliona took a step back from Owen quickly startling him. Quick as a rogue he grabbed her shoulders.

"Please," Owen gasped out pathetically "You can't."

Eliona looked back and forth at Owen—Drizzit because he was unoriginal—with dispassion. "I thought you were going to show everyone what a slut I was... or are you a cowardly rogue who just talks a big game?"

Drizzit seemed to have regained his composure. "Show? Nah. When I am done with you, the entire tavern—no, the entire town—is going to hear it."

She snorted, rolling her eyes. "Please. You can barely polish your... daggers... properly. Hanali knows what you'd do with proper steel."

"What the fuck is happening" Mike muttered in my direction.

"I think they are... flirting?"

An odd mix of emotions coursed through me. I knew I should stop it. Wherever this led to, it would be nothing good.

But the monster inside me had been released. Now I could only watch as things unfolded.