Returning, with loot!

The three intrepid adventurers marched out of the mouth of the tomb, blinking against the light of the sun as they ducked under the jaw of the ancient giant’s skull. Young Timmy Nettles had spent the afternoon chewing on long pieces of grass nervously as he lingered higher up on the hill, and when he heard the sound of movement down below him, he tensed, grabbing for the pile of fist-sized rocks he’d collected as a just-in-case pile of ammunition.

He’d heard some horrible sounds echoing out of the mouth of the skull and the tunnels beyond. And then there had been the occasional rumble of the wildlife in the area. He was even half-sure he’d seen a dragon fly by, far overhead. It might have been a vulture, but he was pretty sure it had been a dragon.

The three women who he had led to the ancient tomb looked awfully different when they came out again.

Olivia of Parnasus was gleaming in silver and yellow, wearing a brand new breastplate and helm. The bare steel of the armour was polished to a light-catching sheen, but most of the armour was painted in a bright, daisy yellow that would stand out on any battlefield. Shockingly, while the helmet was fairly consistent with the Imperial Gallic styles of the old Southern Kingdoms bordering the deserts beyond, with a short brim to protect the forehead from a direct swing and cheek plates to protect the face, along with a red and yellow crest of horse hair running along the top, the breastplate seemed to have been made for her. It hugged her long torso and curves perfectly, and just like a show fighter whose armour might be formed into the shape of an ideal muscled torso, this breastplate was shaped in the form of a woman of immense appeal, but also strength. Breasts, complete with small silver nipples, sat above a row of armour abs, and even the back was like looking at the graceful, lithe back of a nude beauty. She was entirely covered from hip to neck, and yet somehow it felt like spying on her bathing in the river just to behold Olivia striding forward confidently in that armour.

Next came Jade Highkick, tall ears twitching as she took in the surroundings around the hill. She was still comfortably clothed in the travelling clothes she had marched the King’s Road a week ago, looking a little worse for wear after their journeys through the deep forests, but slung upon her back was a rainbow coloured bag that seemed to weigh almost nothing, and looked almost full to bursting at the same time. The flap and mouth of the bag seemed to almost be a face, smiling at all who beheld it. In counterpoint to that pleasant, almost jolly, addition to the hare-woman’s equipment was the thin, spiked chain draped like a belt around her waist. The sheen of it was strangely mottled, as if it were some oil-slick alloy of a dozen metals, and each contending with each other to seem like the true core of the chain. Strangest of all, at each end of the long chain, was a heavy metal ball about the size of a fist, each featuring a carved, monstrous face with fangs that looked ready to animate, bite and swallow anything they stuck.

Last, but certainly not least, came Renee de l’Ombres, and for a moment, Timmy Nettles thought that the sorceress had undergone some horrible corruption, deep in the ancient tomb. She was all shadows and darkness, hovering like a haunting ghost behind her two friends, her face a ghastly, pale vision that could only belong to the dead. But as she stood upright, the sorceress cast back the hood of her new cloak, revealing that her beauty remained unmarred beneath the long head covering, and that the unnatural swirling of the thin, dark cloak, even without a touch of breeze in the clearing, was what made her seem to be floating. That cloak was not her only prize, however, as she also now wore a large amulet in the middle of her chest, sitting in the open space between the embroidered breasts of her robe. It was a large black pearl, almost the size of a dagger pommel, set in a heavy silver circlet etched with ancient runes. Under the light of the sun, the dark pearl gleamed like it was trying to soak up those rays.

“In any other game, I’d complain about Titty Armour,” Rhia snorted, smirking once I was done describing the three of them in their new looted gear. “But I guess it makes sense for your world.”

“Totally impractical," Tori agreed. “And plenty of people have proven it online. But it still sounds hot.”

“Can I try and pinch the nipple of the armour and see if she feels it?” Elyse giggled, shooting an evil grin across the table at Rhia.

“Don’t you dare,” Rhia laughed, glaring at me instead of Elyse, knowing that I would think that sounded like a great idea. “It’s magic armour, it’s supposed to protect me, not make me more ****.”

“Unfortunately, the nipples on Olivia’s armour are not attuned to her nipples,” I chuckled to Elyse.

“Lame,” the blond laughed.

The process of handing out the first real loot for relatively fresh characters was always fun, particularly when I didn’t have a player who was trying to powergame and just wanted More Stats. I couldn’t fault anyone for chasing that - the game was kind of designed around trying to maximise statistical thresholds when you got down into the nitty-gritty. It just wasn’t as fun.

Olivia’s armour, when Renee had pulled it out of the Bag of Holding, had been in the shape of a male torso, but as with all magical items in my setting, it adapted to the wearer. Rings changed size to fit fat or skinny fingers, boots magically stretched to fit comfortably on the largest or smallest feet, and in this case, magic armour would always seem to be made for a wearer capable of wearing it. The swap of decorative genders was also something that had come up plenty of times in past games, though I wasn’t surprised that details like that hadn’t made it to Rhia through Mel or Dan, considering it was almost always a sexual joke.

The armour had been the set that the Steel Prince had used on campaign as a mercenary captain, and beyond being a proper breastplate, and therefore an upgrade for Olivia right there, I also gave it the minor abilities for the wearer to remain comfortable in **** temperatures (since he’d been campaigning across deserts), and to self-clean. More pertinent, I also gave it the ability to, once per day, flash like a bright strobe light for three combat rounds, forcing all enemies within twenty feet to make saves against being blinded or dazzled.

Building an item for Jade had been the hardest, mostly because I wanted it to feel original for me, even if Tori wasn’t as heavily steeped in the game or the Monk class. Handwraps, boots, or a staff were all overdone. I also needed to give her a way to actually fight their Werewolf enemy without just trying to slug it out, but Tori hadn’t shown any inclination to Jade picking up a bow. I’d landed on a modified Meteor Hammer, which would let her get creative. I’d also kept back a couple of secrets about that particular weapon, and I already had a feeling that Tori was suspicious of the fact that she’d received a much larger slip of paper than the text on it required.

Lore-wise, the girls didn’t know what the connection between the Meteor Hammer and Hastor Ungor had been, but my current head-cannon was that he used it less for the properties it had as a weapon and more for the fact that Jade could throw it like a bolas, and it would attempt to magically grapple an opponent. It was always useful to leave gaps in the backstory of things; I could go back and change things to make them more suitable to future events, and help make either the item, or Jade as its wielder, more pertinent.

Renee had ended up with two items, though I hadn’t known if the girls would realise the cloth draping the entrance to Hastor’s tomb would be a magic item. Hell, I wasn’t even sure they would get the whole lore drop about the Steel Prince and the Order of Enigma, or if they’d just fight the sphinx. The cloak was a modified Cloak of Displacement and was Elyse’s reward for being the player to not only take the risk to walk boldly across the room, but also identify that it was magic and worth grabbing. I’d already decided that it would be ‘extra spooky’ before I knew who would get it, and Renee being able to go ‘ghost mode’ and look like a floating spectre when she raised the hood had thankfully matched Elyse’s vibe for her character. Her other looted item was a lot more specific to her, and a little more generic, but was one of those ‘really helps the character work in a campaign that isn’t just one fight a day.’ It was a modified Pearl of Power that she could activate in a ritual once per day to gain back some used spell slots. Of course, there was a blank spot on that particular item slip as well, and I had some ideas for why.

The Steel Prince hadn’t used magic, so why had he been carrying it around?

I was looking forward to when one of them realised they should probably be asking questions like that.

“Did- Did you find the bottom?” Timmy Nettles asked the three adventurers, stammering a little at the vision of the three women, but also clearly wondering if maybe there were any further treasures down in that cave.

“We did, young man, along with the guardian of the tomb,” Olivia said.

“If you’re thinking of going down there, just know that there’s a bunch of angry ghosts,” Renee said. “Angry ghosts.”

“Oh,” Timmy mumbled, looking a little crestfallen. “Alright. I don’t want to mess with no ghosts, I guess.”

“To be fair, we’re about to hike back to a castle that’s about to be under siege by an army of bandits,” Jade pointed out. “Ghosts might be preferable if you can make friends with them. You could live out here in the woods, just you and the ghosts, make a new life for yourself.”

“I’m, um, I’m good,” Timmy said.

“Speaking of the impending siege, we are still on a clock,” Olivia said. “Timmy, bring us back to the castle. We’ve got a Princess to save.”

“Shitfuckballs,” Olivia murmured.

“This is not good,” Jade agreed. “This is really not good.”

“Timmy,” Renee said. “Do you have any family living somewhere close by that you can go shelter with?”

“No, miss,” Timmy said, slightly horrified as he joined the three adventurers peeking over the edge of the hill.

Campfires were dotting the clearing around the castle in the evening light, lining most of the forest line. The bandits had encircled the castle. In the fading light of sunset, they could see bodies scattered and arrows peppering the dirt road and field up to the main gate, large scorch marks marring the gates themselves, and a very new and strange pile of vegetation at the base of the west walls, with more bodies there as well.

They were too late. The siege had begun.

“Could we have gotten back in time?” Elyse asked, covering her mouth with one hand as she mumbled around her lasagna. The reveal at the end of the session that their adventure out to the Tomb had meant they missed the first attack on the castle had led to quite a lot of cursing and frustration from the girls, but they’d packed up their stuff with only mild complaints that we could keep playing, and then they’d all headed to the kitchen to start heating up the dinner Elyse and Tori had brought with them.

When I’d finished cleaning up my more extensive amount of stuff, I was a little surprised but in no way shocked when I found the three college coeds had stripped out of their costumes and were flouncing around in just their panties. Really, I was almost surprised that panties had made the cut, even if they were all deliciously small little things that were more teases than they were garments.

The resulting grabass (and grabtits, which really should be a word) as I’d helped set the table had been fun. I’d also gone outside to make sure the hot tub would be ready, and Tori had followed me boldly, slipping into my arms and making out with me for a long moment in our moment of privacy before we went back inside, my cock now firmly tenting my pants. That, of course, had led to the girls demanding I strip back down to my own underwear for dinner, and they’d all gotten a good, smirking look at my bulge before we sat down.

“Elyse, hon, I’m not gonna tell you that,” I chuckled.

“Can I bribe you with a blowjob?” she asked with a playful smile.

“No,” I laughed.

“We can’t bribe him with sexual favours because he knows we’re gonna give it up anyway,” Rhia snorted. “It’s a big Catch 22.”

“How about we just don’t try to bribe the dungeon master?” Tori suggested. “I’m just as annoyed as you two, but you gotta admit that was like the dramatic ending of a really good TV show.”

“Just to be clear, you can always try to bribe me,” I grinned. “I’m just not promising it’ll work.”

The rest of dinner was mostly the girls speculating on what they were going to do about the siege. They had a lot of interesting ideas, and there was a part of me that dreaded some of the more creative ones since they were likely to fail spectacularly. That was the life of a DM, though - trying to give the Players enough leash to get themselves into deeper trouble while answering questions, but not quite enough to just run off a cliff.

Once we’d finished eating, they once again wouldn’t let me help with the dishes and did their little Trading Places game as, one after the other, they sat on my lap and made out with me while the other two cleaned up. I was allowed to let my hands wander, and all three of them ended up with their butts roughly massaged, their backs softly clawed, and their tits mauled. Apparently, there was an agreement that I wasn’t allowed to put my lips anywhere other than on their, however, which felt like a waste considering the six nipples in the room that were just begging for some sucking and nibbling.

Then we were outside, heading into the hot tub, and the tiny panties came off, and my cock was allowed to spring free after being tortured by the dry humping of the three of them as we made out.

“I have an idea,” Rhia declared once we’d all settled in under the deliciously hot water. Her tits were bobbing right at the water line, looking particularly wonderful in the lighting.

“Is it another triple blowjob moment for Shane?” Elyse asked with a grin. “Because that was fun.”

“No, I think we need to get back at him,” Rhia said, smiling and sticking her tongue out at me playfully. “For the cliffhanger, even if it was a good one.”

“I don’t think it was technically a cliff hanger,” Tori said. “It was just dramatic tension. None of us were in immediate danger, and the very next thing that happens decides if we survive or fall.”

“Whatever,” Rhia waved off the semantics. “I still want **** on our evil mastermind of a Dungeon Master, OK? We’ve all paired off now, so I say that the three of us girls have fun and Shane only gets to watch.”

“You’re such a lesbo now,” Elyse laughed.

“Shane’s cock would beg to differ, but I’m not gonna lie that I want my tongue up your little snatch again,” Rhia countered with a lustful grin at her friend.

“Do I get a vote in this?” I asked.

“Well, that answers it for me,” Tori grinned, her eyes alight at the playful game. “Bring those tits over here, Rhia. Elyse, sit up on the edge of the hot tub so Rhia can get at your pretty little pussy without drowning.”

“You think my pussy is pretty?” Elyse giggled, already pushing herself up out of the water, her lithe body looking so good shimmering with wetness.

I groaned softly as all three of them shot sly looks over in my direction. They knew I couldn’t be bribed, now I had to hope that they didn’t decide torturing me with wickedly hot lesbian threesomes wasn’t a recurring game after the game.

Then again, watching three beautiful women make love in my hot tub wasn’t exactly punishment, was it?

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