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A Different Kind Of Dungeon Master

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So, you could say I knew exactly what I was doing to Rachel now, when I sat up on my knees, held her rigid hips up off the bed, and continued thrusting into her from the lowest possible angle.

I knew that I was dragging myself back and forth along her g-spot, basically hitting the roots of her clitoris while ignoring its head. It wouldn’thurt her, as long as she was well warmed up, which, by wetness of her and the sounds she was making, she sure seemed to be. It would just give her the open-ended feeling of building toward an orgasm that she probably couldn’t actually reach, until she got that head-on contact.

Obviously, Rachel hadn’t exactly had the chance to talk me through the foibles of her body in particular, but if a lack of orgasms was a major part of what had plagued her fraught love life, I doubted her win conditions were any easier than the average.

In short, I knew what a vicious tease I was being. And she was taking it.

The power of that was a hell of a rush, I won’t lie. But I couldn’t let it go to my head.

In a high-urgency encounter like this one, a character’s turn was only supposed to last about ten to fifteen in-game seconds, and I was acting out Bastidio’s ravishment of Arianna in basically real time.

I started the count from when Rachel had stopped moving again — just a little penalty for her attempt at cheating, I reasoned — and allowed myself fifteen full, deep thrusts before forcing myself to stop.

It was a close call. ...

... Even with my mind on the story, and on Rachel, my body was approaching its limits.

Rachel was panting with the effort of keeping still, and now so was I.

“Roll,” I told her. “This time a ten gets you free.”

Rachel tossed the die onto the floor.

I had to lean down on top of her to reach down and pick it up. She shamelessly lifted her pelvis to try to bump it together with mine on my way.

“That’s a nine,” I said, sitting back up before she could do much damage.

“So, I getmost of the way free?” Rachel tested me hopefully.

“Nope.”

“Like, my calf and shin muscles are still stuck in one position, but everything else works normally, right?” she pushed again, sweetly.

Well, ifthat was the way she wanted to play it….

“What would you do if you did break most of the way free?” I asked.

“Reach down and touch myself, right in front of him,” she answered, face lighting up. “You know, just to let him know that I know what’s up and I’m not afraid of him? And take away that little bit of leverage he might have over my mind by holding out on me. I’d be like, ‘You think you’re using me foryour needs, your shadowy highness? I can use you for mine, too.’”

I grinned.

“You put all your will, every ounce of strength you have, into moving your right arm,” I told her. “You picture yourself reaching your hand down to your pussy, and stroking it in your favorite way, with the demon prince still inside you. You imagine turning his cock from this fierce, conquering ...