A Different Kind Of Dungeon Master - Sex Stories

A Different Kind Of Dungeon Master

... growls in your ear,” I said, leaning down toward her ear to do exactly that. “‘Give me one scream for pleasant, two screams for quick.’”

Without hesitation, Rachel screamed one short, sharp blast in her throat, from behind her sealed jaw, and then was silent.

“Very well.”

I crawled backward, lowered my head, and blew softly over her pussy, watching the close-trimmed hairs stand on end in response. Then I kissed it, starting with the lips on one side, then the other, licking and softly sucking, making my way up to her clit.

I touched it ever so slightly with the tip of my tongue.

Rachel managed not to move any major muscles, but that tiny little bump moved on its own, stretching upward, and her lips glistened with fresh moisture that was not from my mouth.

I licked a light circle around her clit for several more seconds, just barely touching it without pressing down, and then dipped the tip of my tongue briefly, experimentally, into her opening.

Rachel hummed and giggled and gasped and sighed, but remained a statue. The only time I saw her falter was when I pulled away, and it was only for a moment.

She didn’t even try to bend her neck to look at anything but the ceiling.

I unbuckled my belt, letting it clatter obviously, and stripped from the waist down too.

“Arianna’s turn,” I said. “You can feel the power of Prince Bastidio’s spell degrading over time, becoming, noteasy to break, but less impossible by the moment. You have seconds left ...

... before he full-on takes you, and uses this tender, intimate moment of your young life as fuel for his infernal containment enchantments. Enough time still to use your word, or for one more strength check. You need a fifteen.”

Rachel tossed the die.

I had never been more excited to see a player fail.

“Twelve,” I said, returning the die to her. “Bastidio presses the head of his demon cock against your helpless, magically bound human form.”

I lined myself up between her legs.

“Demon cock?” Rachel asked.

“It’s a cock, it belongs to a demon,” I clarified. “It thankfully feels pretty normal, though.”

“Not that I would have any context—”

“No, not that you would have any context for what a normal cock feels like,” I acknowledged quickly, “being raised to your recent adulthood in an all-girls spy academy and all. But it’s not barbed or spewing brimstone or anything.”

“Okay, cool.”

“You feel a moment of pressure and resistance,” I said, pressing down on her, steadying myself with my hand. “And then,pop,” I slid past the tight entryway, “it’s in. You can feel an eerie, tingling, magical energy sweep through you, through Bastidio, rushing from your interlocking body parts out in all directions to the boarders of this particular realm of Hell. The conditions have technically been met for the wards to stay in place another month, but the magic is still flowing, and you get the sense that there’s more that still has to happen to make them as strong as they can ...