A Different Kind Of Dungeon Master - Sex Stories

A Different Kind Of Dungeon Master

... intruder into, like, anauxiliary toy, something that’s just there to enhance your masturbation experience without even being the main event. You strain against the invisible magic tendrils inside your triceps, until you feel somethingsnap.”

Rachel took in an excited gasp.

“With all your strength committed to this motion, and all resistance suddenly gone, your arm goes from being still as a statue to flinging wildly through the air. Your aim’s dead-on, though.”

Rachel’s face dropped gradually into a pout as it dawned on her where this was going.

“You try to pull back at the last moment, but your own flailing hand slaps you on the pussy, and then your arm sort of falls to the side on the bed, immobile again, because you’d need to use a different muscle group to lift it back up.”

She took a few nervous, bracing breaths.

“You have enough time while your hand’s in flight to return to Earth,” I suggested. “Or, tell you what, you can—”

Rachel slapped herself with loud, wild gusto — much more than I would have asked or expected of her. I would have accepted the lightest, most symbolic slap she wanted to give me, but her arm swung a full, believably uncontrolled arc, before landing right where it was supposed to, and rolling aside.

She twitched and grunted on impact, holding to her position with impressive precision, and for a moment, I thought that was going to be her whole reaction.

Then, “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.”

“Are you okay?” I asked, in my ...

... most neutral DM voice, trying to hold back a twinge of doubt and regret until I was sure it was necessary.

“Yeah,” Rachel moaned. “I just… I’d have thought that would make meless horny. But I think… I think I might actually be even hornier than I was before. I mean, Arianna is. Because I still can’t talk as her right now, I can only talk about her. Right?”

“Right,” I said, needing to take a moment for a fit of internal laughter to pass. “That going to be Bastidio’s turn.”

I thrusted into her, hard, to underline the shift.

Rachel moaned through her teeth but did not move.

Relying heavily on what real-life stamina I’d been able to regain in that short break, I fucked her ruthlessly for another fifteen seconds, mostly from that same low, teasing angle, though I did lean forward over her briefly, just to make sure she still wanted the same attention after the smack.

She restrained herself from grinding on me this time, but when I reached my hand under her ass, I could feel the muscles tensing as if they were trying to grind, and only barely being held back.

To make absolutely sure, I sat back up and walked my fingers toward her clit. Her face reacted with the same flashes of hope and excitement.

I removed my hand back to her hips, and stopped again.

“Arianna’s turn,” I said. “The spell is wearing thin against your struggles. You only need a five to break it.”

Rachel tossed the die almost before I’d finished speaking.

I reached down to pick it ...