A Different Kind Of Dungeon Master - Sex Stories

A Different Kind Of Dungeon Master

... and sometimes say yes, but he won’t be afraid to say no when I’m bending the rules too far. When I’m making it less fun. And then, I want him to be able to switch it the fuck off and just be my normal, equal friend again when we’re done or need a break. That’s what I want. I want my sex life to be run by a good DM. Is that so much to ask?”

She looked up at me, her bloodshot eyes wide and focused, one eyebrow lifted inquisitively upward.

Jesus Christ, if that’s not what a window looks like, I’ll never recognize one.

“Give me ten minutes,” I said.

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It was the fastest, most slapdash setup I’d ever done, for the most important game of my life. I was going to have to improv so much stuff on the fly.

Yet from the moment I sat down at my bedroom desk and started sketching characters and writing out stats, I felt calmer than I had at any point on the couch that evening.

I knew exactly what I was doing.

When I returned to the living room, Rachel burst out laughing, and I didn’t even care.

I had changed out of my wizard’s attire and into a black roughspun shirt, with a lace-up neck which I left deliberately loose. I’d done my eyeliner too, something I’d never done for anyone but myself before. I hadn’t yet learned how to be the most precise with it, but I didn’t need to be, to get that sunken, punky, ambiguously undead look I was going for.

Rachel put a hand over her still-smiling mouth.

Laughs always came first for new characters, and then all the ...

... other feelings.

I sat in the folding chair on the opposite side of the coffee table, where I would have been sitting all along if Cameron had been there on the couch with her.

“You remember that young human spy character you were working on?” I asked.

“Arianna Brighton?” she said.

I tossed her the character sheet.

“You, Arianna, have just been sacrificed to the demon prince, Bastidio, as his latest virgin bride.”

Rachel giggled again, and her eyes glinted with joy, as well as amusement.

“It was your own idea, a way of infiltrating his home in Hell,” I went on with the setup. “Getting yourself on the bride roster was the easy part. This guy goes through ‘brides’ on a monthly basis, so even the regions that worship him unquestioningly are in constant short supply. The real challenge starts now. Your top-secret mission here is to search Bastidio’s personal files for the sins of one particular dead man, one Earnest Kniles. As a failsafe, your handler sent you in with a magic escape word: flutterby. If you so much asthink this word with intention to use it, you’ll be instantly transported back to Earth. The longer you spend in Bastidio’s presence, however, the more you expose yourself to his infernal gifts of persuasion. It would be easy to lose yourself here, and forget that you ever had a will of your own.”

Rachel rubbed her palms together in anticipation.

“After you allow Bastidio’s Earthly acolytes to kick you through the sacrificial portal, you ...