Erection of the Runelords

Authors Note: The following story is a sex-filled adventure based on the Pathfinder TTRPG Adventure Path 'Rise of the Runelords.' I'll likely never get a chance to properly play or DM through these fantastic adventures in full, so I thought why not bring them to you - sexified!

Reader be warned, this story is multi-viewpoint, and due to it's 'Adventure' nature will have depictions of non-sexual . Check out the Reader Notes for more info on kinks/themes.

Enjoy!

Knives, Colt decided, were not his specialty.

"I'm going to cut ye' good an' dead, warlock," growled the man who had just stabbed the rather imposing hunting blade into the hay mattress of the inn bed. He was big, with half the look of a tanned Shoanti tribesman and the other half blonde Ulfen raider, but while Colt could understand why the invader of his inn room was justifiably angry, there were lines.

“Hey! I am a wizard, and an actor. Not some filthy warlock,” Colt said, scrambling backwards across the mattress and away from the stabbing blade.

"It wasn't my fault, Grigor. He- he bewitched me, he did! With his magics," cried the brunette woman who, up until the highly rude interruption by her apparent husband, had been sharing the bed with Colt. He wasn’t even sure of her name. At least she had the common decency to shrug and mouth ‘I’m sorry’ from behind Grigor after throwing all the guilt for the current circumstances onto Colt.

Colt couldn’t blame her really - old Grigor seemed like one part lumberjack, one part rampaging bull. Based on his size and very aggressive manner, Colt wouldn't have willingly chosen to get on this man's bad side either. Unfortunately that choice had been removed when the woman had inconveniently forgotten to mention she was married.

"Look, friend," Colt said, wriggling backwards across the bed and dropping to the floor opposite Grigor, away from the flashing steel. "I'm sure we can figure this out."

"I ain’t yer friend, runt. C’mere!"

So... not much of a conversationalist then, Colt grimaced. Only one thing to do. Colt dropped and scrambled under the bed, barely managing to dodge the leap of the bigger man. The underside of the cot was pleasantly tidy - apparently the owner of the White Deer Inn was a diligent fellow when it came to dust and clutter - and Colt was able to squirm his way to the other side in a quick wriggle. He felt the big man climbing over the bed to chase him, and then trying to grab Colt’s bare and kicking feet as he scrambled. The one benefit to being completely naked in a bedroom brawl was that there were less things to grab on to. Well, less clothes. Let’s hope he doesn’t get his mitts on other grab-able bits.

Colt clawed at the top of the bedside table from the floor, and felt his fingers wrap around the cool metal handle of his own preferred implement of defense. Some men, like the angry specimen who was rising up like a swamp lurker on the other side of the bed, preferred knives. Others swords, or axes.

There was only one implement of chaos for Colt Caudex.

Colt thrust the shiny silver chalice in the direction of the knifeman, and Grigor flinched back away from it, raising his hands to block the incoming liquid... of which there was none. He lowered his hands, clearly confused as if he'd been expecting acid, or at least some intended to blind him. He had good instincts, really, which made Colt even more worried about the man’s skill with a knife. But that's when Colt spoke the words.

Magic was a funny thing. Everyone in the know said it had to come from somewhere. Some people and creatures had it in their blood, other's made deals or paid homage to powerful beings, slaving themselves to creed or omen. Some pulled it from the land, or enigmatic artifacts. Colt Caudex did none of these things.

"Personam Leporem."

The words rattled thick off of Colt's tongue. The chalice grew warm, as if filled with a hot, spiced rum. The fingers of his free hand made the arcane gestures for the spell, burning a hot, bright sigil in the air for a moment. And for that moment the knife-wielder hesitated, and his eyes fluttered.

Colt spoke magic out of thin air. He was a Wizard, schooled not just to harness arcane power, but to create it from nothing. It was... well, it was magic.

"Friend, this seems like a big misunderstanding..." Colt said as Grigor’s eyes began to focus after crossing as the magic washed over him.

"I- uh- Yes, it must be," Grigor stammered. He looked from Colt over to the woman, who was hurriedly trying to slip back into her skirts, her chest bare and wobbling as she moved. "Lichelle? Wife, what- why?"

Ah, Lichelle. Right, that was her name, Colt thought.

"Grigor-" Lichelle said, but Colt coughed to interrupt her.

"We were planning a surprise for you, Grigor," Colt said. "I'm a friend of Lichelle, and she was telling me about your, ah... recent decline in husband and wife time. She suggested bringing a new adventure to the bedroom, we just hadn't had a chance to invite you up here yet."

Lichelle looked wide eyed back and forth between Colt and her husband. Colt gave her a 'Go with it' look, and she started nodding.

"It's true, Griggy," she stammered. "I wanted to... try something... new?"

Grigor was stunned. "I- I never knew. This is something you want?"

Lichelle blushed, something Colt had yet to have seen her do even through the last half hour they had spent together 'talking' in his room. And it had been quite the vigorous 'conversation.' "I mean, it might be fun?" she said.

During the couple's discussion, Colt had begun quietly trying to gather his clothes, but let his pants drop back to the floor. This was coming back around to being interesting instead of dangerous. He had about an hour before the spell wore off on poor Grigor's peanut of a mind, and Colt definitely had to get out of there before that happened. Once the magic faded, poor Grigor would be free to realize he'd been ensorcelled.

Still, Lichelle had that wonderfully thick sort of body that came from rural living. And the way she was biting her bottom lip as she looked from her husband to Colt and back was quite comely.

"Well, Grigor," Colt said. "What do you think? How about we go ahead and take an adventure together and make some memories?"

Grigor, knife forgotten, started peeling off his shirt as Lichelle dropped her skirts again, revealing herself to both men. 'Oh my gods,' she mouthed to Colt while her husband wasn't looking.

Colt just winked.

Fifty-five minutes. This shouldn't last more than thirty, maybe?

The irony was that Colt hadn't ensorcelled the woman at all. She'd watched him performing down in the inn common room, playing both parts in the bawdy two-man play A Tale of Tieflings. She'd come on to him throughout the entire performance from the audience, licking her lips and unbuttoning her blouse to let her cleavage deepen. The common room was packed with the festival starting in the morning, and she’d been alone. He’d let her approach him after his performance. She laughed at his jokes. Whispered in his ear. Put her hand on his thigh, which was almost as forward as he was likely to find in a town like this. Then she’d suggested that she was a fan of the theater, and would love a private performance.

Everyone knew what that meant, even out here in the provincial hinterlands. Fuck, Sandpoint had a theater of it's own for gods sake. If anything, the woman had been ensorcelled by his charisma and talent. And he likely hadn't been the first to do that, judging by how quickly she'd jumped into bed. The brunette fox had known exactly what she wanted.

Colt grabbed his cock and started stroking himself hard again while he set down his chalice and then fixed his hair with the other hand. "Lichelle, princess, ever handled two swords at once? I hear it's quite the experience."

Fifty-four minutes.

The housewife smirked and shook her head. “No, not as of yet,” she said. She crawled up on the bed and grasped her heaving bosom, squeezing her hefty tits.

“Well Grigor, my friend,” Colt said. “She’s your wife, do you want to choose which end you start on, or do you want to flip a coin? Heads or tails?”

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