Heading to the Tomb of Hastor

The forest proved thick, choked with dense brush and difficult to navigate a dozen steps, let alone the miles it would take to reach the Forest Tomb, yet the Adventurer’s guide proved over and over that he was just as skilled as his father had promised.

“You had to give us a guide who was a thirteen-year-old boy,” Rhia complained.

“His father sounded kinda hot, in a Fergus-but-blond kind of way,” Elyse smirked. “Why couldn’t he have brought us? Or Fergus?”

“Fergus knows the ways of the forest, but not this area, so he doesn’t know the location of the Tomb,” I pointed out. “Plus, he’s helping the carpenters get the wood they need for that lumber, and you tasked the Trappers with keeping an eye on the logging party in case any bandit scouts showed up. Little Timmy Nettles is the best you have available.”

“We are so gonna get this kid killed,” Tori groaned.

Timmy Nettles might have been on the small side, but his father had trained him well and he certainly seemed to know the terrain. He brought the women past an overlook from an escarpment that took their breath away as they could see over the canopy of trees for miles before the next hill, and along the the sandy shores of a lake with a glass-like surface, though he warned them not to dip a toe in because his father claimed the lake was protected by a blood-sucking monster.

He knew the terrain, and he knew the wildlife. Twice, he called a pause to the slow march through the brush, and the women would crouch in silence until they would hear the slow crashing a dozen yards ahead as something big moved across their path.

“Bears,” was Timmy’s answer when asked what they were. “Great big scaly bears.” He shuddered.

“Scaly beary?” Renee asked Olivia. “They have those here?”

Olivia shrugged, not being from around the area either.

The only problem with Timmy Nettles was that he was, in fact, thirteen. And had the attention span of a thirteen-year-old, which was to say that he could get distracted by the right thing.

And three beautiful women tramping through the underbrush behind him, following his lead, was a distraction.

That was how he tripped on the branch, which toppled him face forward into the webbing stretched over the pit in the ground. “Ah!” he shouted.

The creature, somewhere halfway between spider and man, slithered down an invisible strand of webbing and immediately began bundling up the stuck boy in more webbing, its head turned to the side, keeping half of its eight eyes on its prize, and the other half on the shocked adventurer’s.

The battle was quick and fierce, extended only because the Spider-thing made a whistling sound and three more spiders, traditionally shaped but as large as hunting hounds, came scuttling out of the trees to its aid. Jade ended up dangling from the thick, invisible rope, punching the spider-thing in the face repeatedly to get it to let go of Timmy Nettles, who fell into the pit still wrapped up in webbing with a heavy, “Oof!” Olivia, meanwhile, tried her best to keep the three hound-sized spiders occupied, suffering several bites in the process, so that they couldn’t corner Renee and the shadow sorceress could bring her magic to bare, blasting one after another with her shadowy bolts.

“I feel kinda woozy,” Olivia of Parnassus complained once the spider-thing was dead, along with one of its spider pets, the other two scurrying off injured into the forest.

“Shit, were they poisonous?” Jade asked. She’d managed to avoid being bitten by the spider-thing, though it had raked her with its strange pincer-like claws a couple of times.

“Venemous?” Olivia grunted, correcting the rabbit-woman unnecessarily, then sat down heavily on the ground.

Renee, who had been trying to help Timmy Nettles de-web himself, abandoned the boy as she came over, concerned, examining Olivia’s wounds. “They were,” she confirmed, then shook Olivia as the woman looked drowsy. “You need to stay awake, Olivia. You cannot fall asleep. I don’t have healing magic, and neither does Jade. You need to do it yourself.”

“She needs some inspiration,” Jade said, pivoting and grabbing Olivia by the cheeks to look her in the eyes. They had a strange blue tinge to the whites. “Come on, Olivia. We just won a fight, it’s time to celebrate.” She leaned in and kissed the Paladin of Revelry, starting softly but soon pushing her tongue between the other woman’s lips, deepening the kiss.

“Mmmf,” Rhia grunted, kissing Tori back for a long moment, then breaking it and turning to me. “I don’t think I can usually cure Poisoned with my Lay on Hands ability yet, but does this help me do it?”

I tutted softly, shaking my head. “I dunno, I might need more of a demonstration.”

Rhia snorted and smirked at me, and Tori rolled her eyes while grinning, and then they turned back to each other and started making out. Watching it was almost as good as being kissed by either of them myself. Then Elyse stood up, leaned over and stuck her hand in front of my eyes. “No, Timmy, you’re too young to see this. Your virgin eyes!” That got us all laughing.

“I think, with Jade’s help, you can muster up a blessing of Revelry to infuse your Lay on Hands and cleanse your system of the poison,” I finally agreed. Considering the poison condition was only supposed to last ten minutes, according to the monster stat block, and wasn’t doing any hit point or statistic damage, I wasn’t exactly giving them anything or taking it easy on them. I was also very aware that Olivia’s Lay on Hands ability could cure Poison, Rhia was just not reading the last paragraph of the ability. Classic Player Problems. “Just don’t count on that trick necessarily working in the future.”

Refreshed and passing on the divine healing of Revelry to bring her friends to fighting fit again (and 1 HP for Timmy to help his aching tailbone after his hard fall), the group pushed on through the forest.

They reached a copse of birch trees, their white, parchment-like bark and black knots making a tangle of odd, bone-like cages that the four needed to manoeuvre through slowly until they emerged into a small clearing, looking up at…

“Is that a skull?” Jade asked, cocking her head to the side and narrowing her eyes.

It was more than half buried into a grassy hill, but as their eyes searched the rocky, tufted mound, they could see it. A brow of bone, two hollows for eyes, now filled with thick, tall grasses. The top of its bleached cranium. And most prominent, the gap-toothed, moss-covered grin of its upper and lower jaw, beyond which was a dark cave.

“It’s huge,” Olivia gasped.

“It’s a giant,” Renee guessed. “A… giant giant.”

The girls had lore questions for me at that revelation, but Timmy only knew what he saw in front of them and all three rolled relatively poorly on their history checks, so other than recognising this must have come from a giant, they’d never seen one alive or dead before, and what little they knew of giants was from fairy tales. ‘Swallow a man whole’ as a descriptor seemed to fit the bill for this particular, long-deceased giant, though.

“Alright, well…” Olivia said, looking at the cave dubiously. “That’s gotta be it, right?”

“Oh, it right sure is, M’ahm,” Timmy Nettles nodded, his eyes having a hard time looking towards the wonderous site and away from any of the other three less-wondrous, more interesting sights before him. “Me Pa says I was t’ bring you ‘ere, and I ‘as, and that I’m t’ wait here t’ bring you back. But ‘e made me promise not to go down there wit’ you - same as with the lake, but e’en worse.”

“Super great,” Renee said with a disquieted smile. Then it slid into a smirk as she ruffled Timmy’s hair. “Stay safe out here, kid. We shouldn’t be too long.”

“We can’t be,” Jade agreed. “We need to get back to the keep; who knows how long we have before Houndsfang reaches it?”

The trio broke out torches from their packs, each lighting one to carry with them, and they left Timmy Nettles as he climbed up the mound to take a spot in the sun near the top.

The cave looked like it had been inhabited, in years past, by one or more forest creatures. A bear - a traditional bear - most likely, though wolves or even one of the forest lions were possible. Or whatever the ‘scaly bears’ were. There were bones, old and gnawed on, in the corners of the space, though the majority of it dipped down into a soft, dirt-lined bowl where they likely would have slept.

Two elements proved more interesting than the past beasty denizens, however. The first was that, high on the walls of the cave, painted onto what had to be the white bone of the inside of the giant's gums, were flaking pictograms. The adventurers could pick out individuals, and from there groups, doing things. One spot looked like two groups potentially fighting or dancing. Another with two figures horizontal.

“It’s ancient alien porn,” Elyse chuckled.

Unfortunately, none of the adventurers were particularly skilled in ancient languages, let alone the vague and heavily worn drawing of a primitive civilisation, so they couldn’t pick up on any clues, hints or warnings.

The other element of the cave that was interesting was that the back of it, just like a throat leading away from the skull, opened into a tunnel.

They pressed deeper in, the tunnel wide enough for two abreast, but the trio walked single file. Jade took the lead, seeking out signs of traps or the passage of others before them, and the tunnel turned and double-backed on itself, heading deeper under the mound above, doing so again once more. The space was surprisingly dry, rather than damp, the darkness outside of the shine of their torches complete. The walls were oddly smooth, the dirt somehow packed so tightly that it made almost a clay finish, though a small knife could chip away at the half-inch-thick dense dirt shell to reveal a more standard fair beyond it.

Jade didn’t find any trap as they reached the bottom of the tunnel, stepping into a wide, ten-foot-high cavern lined with a pair of strange rock piles on either side of the space, and one more straight ahead. Behind that final mound, about a dozen feet further, was a big stone split in half like a door, with words carved into it.

In front of the door was a pile of rags, metal and bones.

“I think we found- What was his name?” Renee murmured.

“Winston, I think,” Olivia said. “Or- one of the W-ones. He listed a lot of Ungers.”

“OK, but whoever he was, he died there,” Jade said, pointing about forty feet across the cavern in total. “And this was the way out. So unless something living up above chased him down here, mauled and killed him, then left him where he died, then he got killed by something in this room.”

“Well, we’ve got five piles of rocks,” Renee said. “What could they be?”

The girls started to brainstorm, starting with what the rocks could be if they were a creature - most of those ideas surrounded either some kind of Elemental, or a creature with a rock-like shell or skin that was currently sleeping, pretending to be asleep, or was dead. The fact that the mounded piles seemed to be evenly spaced apart in the room, with one focused in the centre, dissuaded them from continuing down that route since non-intelligent creatures weren’t likely to arrange themselves like that. Next, they went to what could be hiding in the rocks - traps? Swarms of smaller creatures like snakes or spiders? They could potentially explode, magically or traditionally.

I was impressed by both their creativity and their paranoia. To me, I felt like what I’d set up was a pretty traditional motif - especially for a tomb delve - but apparently ‘traditional’ was only functional if your audience had the same sense of tradition.

“Fuck it,” Olivia eventually grunted. “There’s no marking on the floors or walls, we don’t see any tripwires or anything, and nothing has reacted to us standing here on the threshold. I saw we go in, and if the piles start glowing or rattling or something, we jump back here and see if it stops. I’ll go first, you guys can wait.”

“We all go,” Jade disagreed. “Together.”

“Alright, together,” Olivia nodded.

I’d set out the map already, one that I’d found online that suited the vibe I was going for and had printed off with a traditional 1-inch grid on my high-quality printer in my office. I’d also placed the mounds on the map using basic scatter terrain I’d made over the years, each for a pile one square deep and two wide, along with a big stone door and a dead skeleton in front of it to represent the body.

The girls moved their borrowed minis - I would have ordered them custom ones at the start of the campaign if I’d known how much we’d all be into the game, but it often took a couple of months at last for those to get mad and shipped, so the ones I’d ordered were only going to arrive late in the summer, hopefully by the epic finale - in unison, pushing ahead five feet into the room, then ten. Fifteen. Side-by-side. Waiting for me to indicate if anything had happened yet.

Elyse, I think, thought that maybe I’d been fooling them this whole time and relaxed a little. She was the newest player, though, and Rhia and Tori had more experience with the game and how it often flowed.

The adventurers reached the middle of the room, still cautiously eyeballing the stone mounds that they were now surrounded by, and hesitated a moment. Olivia raised a foot to take another slow step, but instead she put it back down and braced, wincing at the sudden roar of rage that echoed through the chamber from ahead, near the stone door. Then another voice joined in, from behind, and another, and another. The cavern came alive with the roaring of a chorus of angry voices, screaming wordless battle lust.

“Back!” Olivia called as a spirit oozed out of the walls ahead.

“They’re behind us, too,” Jade said through gritted teeth as two more spirits came from the walls, flanking the tunnel back to the surface.

“Both sides,” Renee grunted, whipping her head back and forth, watching the two coming from their flanks.

“We’re surrounded,” Olivia growled. “Back to back, girls. Winston, or whoever the fuck he was, got cornered and killed. We’ve got each other.”

The spirits seemed to touch down on the hard-packed dirt and stone floor, their amorphous shapes coalescing into humanoid figures as they slowly began to pace towards the trio. Their bodies continued to become defined, sharpening in image until they were equal in distance from the girls, in line with the stone mounds.

They were men, each burly and wild-haired, their chests muscled and scarred, their faces sallow but churned in rage as they continued to roar their battle cries, shaking primitive spears and axes menacingly. They were also naked, faint discolourations in their ghostly white-green skin almost looking like warpaint adorning them.

“Fucking barbarian ghosts,” Jade said, eyes flicking the three most in front of her, watching for their attack. “I don’t know if I can punch a ghost, girls.”

“My sword is probably gonna have a tough time here too,” Olivia agreed. “Maybe the torches?”

“Wait,” Renee said, “Wait, I have an idea.”

“I hope it’s a good one, these guys look pissed,” Olivia said, hefting her sword and torch.

“No, it’s- the paintings up at the top!” Renee said. “The only ones we could make out, anyway. Groups of them fighting, but also-”

“Fucking,” Jade said. “You want to- you want to try to seduce the ghosts?”

“Better than me being the only one who can bring magic to bear and hurt these guys,” Renee said. “And if they kill us anyway, at least they kill us while we try something crazy.”

“That doesn’t make me feel better about this,” Olivia said. “But… fuck it, we fuck ‘em.”

Jade lowered her torch to the ground slowly. “I- I guess we try to fuck them,” she agreed.

The adventurers started to strip, laying down their weapons in the face of the bloodcurdling barbarian spirits, then pulling off their clothes.

The players did as well, knowing full well that I was a tough but fair DM, but I was also a human man. It was much harder to say no to a beautiful, naked, nubile young woman.

“Alright, there, big guy,” Renee said, taking the lead since she was easily the fastest to get naked, shucking off her shadowy robe and slowly leaving the defensive ring the girls had backed into, raising her hands to show she meant no harm. The two barbarians she split her attention between continued to grunt angrily, but with a slightly confused expression on their faces and with less volume. “Thaaat’s it,” she said, slowly bringing her hands to her small tits and giving them an enticing jiggle. “If there’s one thing I know about barbarians, it’s that they love to fight, and they love to fuck. You seem like you’ve been spoiling for a fight, so maybe you’ve been longing for a fuck.” She turned around, pointing her ass back at them and bending slightly at the waist, reaching back with one hand and peeling her ass cheek to the side, showing the barbarian ghosts her pussy. “You wanna tap this little sorceress pussy, guys? You gotta play nice.”

Elyse was grinning over her shoulder at me, her fantastic little butt about a foot from my face, her little butthole winking slightly and her pussy already wet with arousal, the horny little thing.

Jade wasn’t that far behind Renee in the race to disrobe, considering she didn’t wear armour with buckles and straps, so her lithe rabbitfolk body was revealed in all its soft, fuzzy glory as she took a couple of steps towards the two raging barbarians on her side of the circle. “Is that right, you guys?” she asked, cupping her tits and tweaking her little brown nipples. “Do you have a Fight or Fuck response? Wait, is this your tomb? Are you buried here? Do you guys wanna fuck us over your graves?” She approached the ghosts further, massaging her tits and biting her lower lip suggestively.

It took Olivia the longest, needing to shuck her chainmail, but once she was finished and was laid bare, she approached the final raging spirit boldly, one hand down and stroking her pussy and the other running through her hair to straighten it into a sexy wave. “Your friends seem to be calming down, big guy,” she said, then lifted her fingers from her pussy to her lips, taking a taste of herself. “Let’s see what you can do with those ghost hands and ghost cocks, hmmm?” She reached up and brought her hands behind the ghost's head, pulling him down towards her tits and rubbing his ghost face into them.

“M’kay, m’kay,” I said, surrounded by breasts. Rhia was currently straddling my lap, motorboating me, while Tori was on one side of me, leaning in and pressing her boobs to the side of my head, and Elyse had backed her booty up and was twerking at the other side. “The ghosts are into it, the ghosts are definitely into it.”

“Yay!” all three of them cheered, making me laugh as they backed off me. I kept laughing, turning in my chair and opening up one of the side drawers in the storage cupboards around the room, pulling out a trio of opaque, white-green Glow in the Dark dildos of different shapes. The first one had actually been purchased by Rachel during the second campaign of The Game more as a joke since she’d played a Cleric of Desire and used it as her ‘glowing holy symbol.’ The second and third ones had been added to the collection as ghost-cocks - one was also more traditionally dildo-shaped, and one was technically a twisted tentacle, but it wasn’t nearly the wildest shape in the collection the playgroup had amassed over the years.

“OK,” I said, planting each of them base down on the edge of the game table so that they all wobbled slightly, making the girls smirk and snort as they eyed them. “Three ghost cocks, if you girls want to play with yourselves-”

“Booo,” Elyse jeered teasingly.

“Or, toys to use as ghosts on one another, and I’m another ghost,” I finished.

“You go with Shane first,” Rhia said, giving Tori a slap on the butt. “I’m gonna ghost-fuck Elyse.”

“You can’t ghost fuck me, I’m gonna ghost fuck you!” Elyse said, grabbing one of the dildos and wielding it like a knife.

“We’ll see about that,” Rhia smirked, grabbing the tentacle one and circling around me towards the shorter blonde.

“That a good plan with you?” I asked Tori. “I know it’s not as you-taking-charge as you asked for.”

“Oh, I think I can take charge,” Tori said with a grin, then licked her lower lip and bit it, eyeing me up and down in my seat. “Didn’t you say the Barbarian Ghosts were naked?”

That had me smirking and up out of my chair, quickly stripping down. Thankfully, I’d put on comfortable, easy-to-remove clothing after Rhia had gotten her fix earlier.

Jade focused on one of the ghosts at first, approaching him aggressively, spotting Olivia out of the corner of her eye actually being able to touch the ghost. She licked her lips and reached out a hand, wrapping it around his dangling ghost-cock. It was fairly well-sized-

“Above average, closer to XL,” Tori grinned at me.

It was a great size, and she was surprised to find that it was ice cold but beat with a strange, pulsing heat like the anger of the spirit was rushing through it in waves. That anger in its face was diminishing, though, and went even faster as she started to stroke his cock and it began to wake up. The freezing diminished, replaced with more heat, and as the ghost cock came up to a firm horizontal position in her grasp, Jade knelt with a smirk, looking up at the curious, confused and turned-on ghost.

“Don’t worry,” she said. “I’ll be gentle. For now.” She leaned in and took his ghost-cock into her mouth, giving it a long suck - the first in millennia, most likely.

The ghost liked it a lot and let out a pleased howl.

Jade was so focused on trying to appease the ghost in front of her, running her tongue up and down its veiny length, that she lost track of the fact that there were only three women and five ghosts. She was surprised, then, when a second ghost lined up next to the first, grunting in frustration and thrusting its cock towards her mouth as well. Jade pulled off the first one, continuing to stroke it, and wrapped her hand around the second one as well. “All for one and one for all, or something,” she muttered, then started sucking on it.

Tori swapped back and forth, blowing me and the glow-in-the-dark dildo I held to the side, grinning wickedly at me even while my cock was in her mouth. The idea of two cocks at once was a dirty, naughty thought - in The Game, it had taken a couple of sexy sessions before any of the ladies had broken that barrier and had two of the guys do stuff with her at the same time. Before then, there had been partner swapping, but no two-on-ones.

Of course, it had been Mel who had taken the big next step, and I had been the one summoned over as she’d been getting fucked doggy, silently begging me to fill her mouth at the same time. Come to think of it, I couldn’t even remember for sure which of the other guys had been fucking her at the time.

Simulating the naughty act was as far as we were going to get in this game, and Tori seemed more than happy to play along as she swapped back and forth between my cock and the dildo, gagging lightly on the length of either one every once in a while.

“Fuck this, I need more,” Jade eventually grunted, standing up and stroking both ghost cocks with an underhand grip before letting them go, turning to one of the stony mounds and bending over it at the waist. She reached between her powerful legs and used her fingers to split her pussy open. “Come on,” she said. “One of you fuck me already.”

The original ghost closed the distance and mounted her roughly, and she seemed to like it that was as it started to push into her insistently, carving through her tight, corporeal cunt with his incorporeal, ghostly cock. After a moment the other ghost disappeared, reappearing floating partially in the mound, its cock at the right height for Jade to use her mouth.

“Mmmmgh,” Tori moaned as you slow-stroked her with forceful, smooth thrusts. She had the dildo planted on the game table top and was sucking on it, giving it a blowjob that would have been hard to deny by a ghost that wasn’t in a Sex-filled game of D&D, while you focused on her back end. Her tan brown ass squished so nicely under your hands as you clawed into her cheeks lightly, massaging them and revelling in the beauty of this young woman who would have been out of your league even when you had been her age and in the same college program. Tori was the kind of beauty that you only saw on screen, maybe in a Bollywood film as the romantic lead, and yet here she was, bent over my game table, moaning for my cock.

I pulled out of her completely, kneeling down behind her and giving the inner curve of her ass a kiss and a teasing soft bite before I pressed between her cheeks, tonguing her pretty little bright pink cunt. She moaned again and raised one leg up to prop her knee on the table, opening herself up for me more, so I drove my chin against her clit as I shoved my tongue as far as I could get it up inside her.

“Fuuuuck, these ghosts are talented,” she laughed after a moment.

I grinned and pulled back from her, giving her ass another kiss and then standing and slotting my cock back into her, driving home.

“Ungh,” she exhaled, her head tilted to the side as she kissed the shaft of the dildo and clung to the base like a handhold. Her shifted stance let me drive a little deeper into her, and I got up to a speed that had her cheeks slapping against my pelvis as she fucked back at me. My hands were all over her, grabbing her ass, hips and waist. Running up the thigh of her propped-up leg. Higher, to her shoulders. Then I leaned down, my chest to her bare, smooth back, and I whispered in her ear.

“The ghosts swap spots.”

I pulled my cock out of her, and pulled the dildo from her mouth, then re-planted the dildo in front of her and slid the head of my cock up and down her pussy before pushing in as if we hadn’t just been fucking, finding a new groove and rhythm.

“Oh, fuck,” Tori gasped, the naughty fantasy getting to her. “Oh, God, that’s- Hmmmhmmhmmm.”

Jade’s body trembled as she came, her legs shaking as the ghosts used her for their pleasure and she fucked back at them, claiming her own as well. She was just glad that they didn’t seem inclined to pull on her long ears, because she wasn’t sure how she could tell them to stop from doing anything they wanted to her, since all they did was grunt and howl.

“Switch!” Rhia called suddenly from the other end of the table. She and Elyse had been on the ground over there, and I hadn’t been able to see what they were doing, though their moans had been just as thick in the air as mine and Tori’s, and they were armed with a pair of dildos.

“Wha’?” Tori grunted, raising her head from the table.

Elyse popped up from below the table, her lips shiny with either Rhia’s juices or drool from sucking one of the dildos messily, and grinning. “Five ghosts, three of us, and you just came. My turn with a certain ghostie over there.”

“Jaaa-aaade,” Rhia called, still beneath the edge of the table but reaching a hand up and suggestively waving the tentacle dildo. “There’s a hungry couple of ghosts over here with your name on them.”

“Fuck,” Tori laughed, standing up from her bent over position with my cock still in her. She craned her neck around and I met her, giving her a deep, soulful kiss as she squeezed her kegels at me, milking my cock for a moment before I stepped back, disengaging so that she and Elyse could swap partners. Elyse gave her a slap on the ass on the way by, making Tori laugh again.

“Hey, Ghost Stranger,” Elyse said as she came to me. She snatched the dildo from the tabletop and grabbed my hand. “I think I know how I want to fuck a couple of ghosts,” she grinned.

Renee moaned, riding the grunting ghost barbarian hard, smashing her sex down onto his over and over as she panted heavily. She wasn’t allowed long to breathe, though, or to focus too much on the pleasure of the ghost-cock she was drilling into her cunt over and over. The other ghost, that had thankfully seemed to remember that corporeal, living creatures needed to breathe, had pulled its cock out of her mouth, but now it insistently pressed the tip back against her lips. She resisted for a moment, playfully, and the ghost became irritated and slightly slapped his cock against her cheek, making her gasp and widen her eyes. That gasp opened her mouth, though, and the ghost quickly got what it wanted, thrusting between her lips and starting to fuck her mouth with short, quick strokes.

The sorceress moaned, loosening her jaw and letting the ghost have its way with her, drooling sloppily as it fucked her mouth. Her focus was on the ghost under her, the one she continued to ride, hoping she would find out what ghost splooge would feel like inside her.

“Switch!” Tori called.

“Huh?” Elyse moaned as I pulled the dildo from between her lips again. Her hands were pressed to my chest, her drool pooling around her fingers from the rough mouth-fucking I’d been doing with it as she’d been riding and gyrating on my cock. “What? No, I didn’t even come yet.”

“You so did,” Tori said.

“You so did,” Rhia said, standing up from the other side of the table and coming around to our side. “We heard it.”

“Damn, I thought I was being quiet,” Elyse smirked, then sighed and leaned down fully against me, rubbing her pretty little tits across my chest and getting them smeared with her drool as she kissed me. “That was fucking hot, Shane,” she murmured into my lips. Then she gave me another peck and sat up, making me groan as my cock pushed that little bit deeper inside her, before Rhia helped her stand up and off of me.

“Go be a ghost for Tori,” Rhia told the other girl. “She spent more time being a ghost for me.”

“Hungry ghost coming your way, Tori- I mean Jade,” Elyse said, grinning and stretching for a moment like a cat before sauntering around the table.

I was breathing heavily, my cock hard as rock and standing painfully straight in the air as I looked up at Rhiannon standing over me. God, she was hot.

“And how would you like the ghosts to be taking you, Olivia?” I asked her.

“I think if they both got two ghosts, I only got one,” Rhia smirked. “And I want you on top of me, pounding me like it's the first pussy you’ve gotten since you died.”

“That’ll take some Oscar-worthy acting, considering what I’ve just been doing,” I groaned, sitting and then standing up. “But that’s why they pay me the big bucks.”

Rhia rolled her eyes, smirking at me and my silly jokes, so I picked her up by her waist and sat her down with her ass on the edge of the game table.

“Oh, the ghost wants to fuck me right here, on top of his grave?”

“Yes,” I chuckled, grabbing her knees and spreading them apart so I could step into the gap between them. “Yes, he does.”

Olivia could feel the dull pain of the rocky mound pressing into her bare back, but it wasn’t too bad. None of them were sharp, thankfully, and she’d managed to wriggle into a mostly-comfortable position. Her primary focus was the absolute battering she was taking as she clung to her ghost barbarian, her hands behind his neck as she used that to leverage herself into fucking back at him. He had a big cock, stretching her just right, and he knew how to use it. He also seemed to have the machine-like energy of the undead, not running out of steam as he pummeled her with thrusts, making her moan and shake as her tits bounced. He’d slobbered on them, living ectoplasmic ghost spit as he’d sucking on her nipples and cleavage, and now he was holding them both tightly, mauling them as he fucked her towards what seemed like would be her finish.

The spit made her think that there had to be ghost cum in her near future. The only question was where it would end up.

The Paladin was struck by an orgasm out of the blue, gasping for air as the ghost barbarian changed his rhythm in just the right way that her internal pressure and release expectations were disrupted. His clock glanced long against the front of her cunt, digging against her G-spot for a moment in just the right way, and she huffed out a surprised exhalation of everything in her lungs as her eyes rolled back and she stuttered her moans, riding the waves of ecstasy.

“Switch?” Elyse called.

“I’m close,” I responded, slow-fucking Rhia as she came down from her orgasm, holding onto my peak by slowing my speed bit by bit and through sheer willpower. It was a delicious, pleasurable agony.

“Come on,” Elyse murmured, and then she and Tori were scrambling around to the side of the table I was standing at. Tori helped Rhia sit up, kissing her back to attention, and then pulled her down to her knees on the ground where Elyse already was, having pulled my cock from Rhia’s cunt and giving it a quick suck for the taste, then slowly stroking me.

Very quickly, I went from fucking Rhia to having all three of the coeds looking up at me, licking their lips, their eyes hooded with lust.

“We all fucked the ghosts, I think we all deserve a taste of ghost cum,” Tori smirked a little.

“Do you think ghosts have a thing for giving facials?” Elyse asked, smirking even harder.

“Fuck, this is hot,” Rhia muttered, still getting her thoughts together after her orgasm.

“Fuck, this is hot,” I groaned in agreement. Elyse was stroking my cock more firmly, working me up and over the cliff, and Tori reached up and started playing with my balls, then decided that wasn’t enough and ducked her pretty face under my cock and started sucking on them. Rhia leaned over Tori, her tits pressing to the brown girl’s back, as she kissed Elyse while the blonde continued to jerk me off.

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned. All thought of the ghosts and the characters were gone from the moment, and it was just me finishing off a sexual experience with three gorgeous, wonderful girls. Elyse and Rhia stopped kissing, hearing my unmistakable declaration for what it was, and pressed their cheeks together. Tori slurped off my balls and joined them, grinning serenely.

My cum lanced out of me, Elyse doing a pretty poor job of aiming but still managing to paint rope after rope across their faces. I wished later that I’d recorded it, because I couldn’t remember a God damn part of it except for the end, with each of my college-aged lovers grinning up at me and chuckling in pleasure, their faces striped with the creamy white lines of my cum.

Rhia was the first one to lean forward and give my cock a little extra suck and a kiss, then Elyse, and finally Tori.

“I think I need to sit down,” I said with a satisfied, tired grin. That got them laughing, and they let me sit.

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