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And so, the party made their way through the Falbrook Forest, seeking out the old sage’s rod. It was a minor quest, but they did need the money. The viridian knight Desha kept her dauntless gaze forward for trouble, aided by Halfdan the ranger, taking up the rear guard. In the last town, two more companions joined their party: Illura, druid which had assumed a form between man and beast — she was a pig girl — and an enigmatic human arcane caster of some kind, known as Reese. He hadn’t cast a single spell since he’d been in the party.
In fact, all he had done was flirt with the two women. Desha ignored his advances entirely, though he tried several times. Yet no one else in the party wanted to acknowledge what was happening. Any time they entered a building, it seemed as if he was very eager to walk out in front of Illura. It seemed like he wanted to protect her, but it soon became clear that he was just trying to trap her in whatever room they were in alone, for a moment of privacy.
Which is why the party accepted a quest in the wilderness, not too far from roads, in well known, well travelled places. Halfdan spotted a poorly laid ambush ahead, calling for the party to halt. “We could go around,” he suggested. “Or we could fight.”
“We fight them,” Desha spoke, placing her hand over her breastplate. She drew her sword and shield, standing at the ready, out in front of the rest of the party, to issue her challenge. “Are ye mice, or are ye men? Come out and fight us!”
“Wait, wait,” Reese blurted suddenly. The rest of the party turned their heads towards him, mildly annoyed already. “No, I meant, OOC.”
“What is it,” the Dungeon Master asked, leaning his head on his palm. Everyone’s wine had reached room temperature already, and they were only at the first encounter.
“I didn’t know we would be doing an actual fight today,” Reese explained. His character shared names with him, coincidentally. “I uh… I never finished my eidolon.”
“He didn’t even finish his goddamned—” Eileen couldn’t even finish the sentence, before banging her head on the table, knocking a few pieces over. “I thought you said you played before.”
“I played World of Warcraft,” Reese explained. “It’s kinda the same—”
“Stop,” Joey said, picking up the piece which represented Halfdan. “Don’t even finish that sentence.”
“Well, are you going to make your eidolon now? We can wait a few minutes, at least, right,” Marlowe suggested, as she lifted Desha’s piece from the map. “Do you at least have an idea already?”
“N—” His jaw locked in that position, as Eileen lifted her head from the table to glare even harder. “Yeah. Yes. Definitely.” The summoner’s forehead began to glow with an arcane mark, as his eidolon was made manifest in the material plane. At first, it resembled a large, fleshy bundle of knots, like a tossed away length of hemp rope, but in a few seconds, those knots gave way to a solid central shape; curious coal black eyes peered up at the party from beneath the tendrils. “Today the uh… Awesome might of uh… Tenticula will show these fiends true justice!”
The bandits came out of the bushes, with their hands raised. The boss among them spoke up, “Hey, we don’t want that kind of trouble, man. The stakes suddenly just got too high.”
“Wait what,” Desha said, tapping her shield. “Over here. Yeah. You mean to tell me, you’re willing to fight and die, but—”
“I’m not losing to a fucking tentacle monster. There’s shit far worse than death. You should watch him too,” he said, pointing at Reese. Tenticula had wandered over a few paces while they talked, and was now standing directly behind Illura.
“Hey! Hey, when did you even get behind— OOC!” Eileen looked to the DM for support. “I can’t work with this guy. I can’t!”
“Hey. It’s a legal build. It’s not overpowered. And he hasn’t done anything,” the DM spoke.
“Look, I get that he’s your little brother, but come on,” Eileen shouted. Reese looked about ready to cry into his wineglass. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry… It’s just… what was his name? Tenticula? I wasn’t mentally prepared for that.” So, the bandits turned themselves in, and the party continued further into Falbrook Forest. They decided to bed down for the night, and prepare for the trials ahead of them. Eileen stood from the table, and stretched her arms. “I gotta take a leak. Be back in a second.”
She walked into the bathroom, finally glad to be off of her cane, although her gait was forever changed. A little buzzed, she forgot to check if the seat was up or down, and succeeded in falling entirely into the toilet bowl. “God, fucking damn it!” A moment later, as she struggled to pick herself up, with her weakened legs, the bathroom door opened.
The woods were silent that night, as the druid relieved herself. Without her quarterstaff in hand, she was slow to move, and very vulnerable. Reese knew this. He and Tenticula crept away from the party, finally seeing their chance. As she opened her mouth to scream, a tentacle gagged her almost immediately; another put pressure down on the top of her head, preventing her escape. Then, the beast rolled onto its back, revealing its massive, toothless, gaping maw. It placed her in the center, with her legs hanging over its lips, its chilly saliva washing against her nethers, with every movement, no matter how small.
While she was down, both Reese and his beast began to take languid, lecherous feels of her curves, grabbing her breasts, and her belly alike; it made no difference to him where he was grabbing her. His pathetic little cock hardened within his robes, and he forced it towards her face, rubbing himself with her thick, messy brown mane of hair. His raisin sized balls smacked against her forehead repeatedly, and she had trouble not laughing at him.
He removed his hand from her mouth for a second. “Is that it? Whatever man, let’s get this over with.” She swallowed his tiny cock into one cheek, only needing to slightly bob her head to polish his full length. He was moaning audibly now, as he grabbed her hair. With such intense, all encompassing pleasure, he came in under a minute, spending his salty seed in her mouth. She refused to swallow it. She lifted up her blouse, and spat it onto her chin, where it dripped down onto her belly.
He helped her out of the beast’s mouth, drying her off with a nearby towel. She leaned forward, letting him work, as he ran the towel around her womanhood and her well trained asshole sensually and lovingly. His entire fist, slipped inside of her, far too easily. He found himself halfway up the forearm inside of Illura’s ass, feeling her strong butt muscles wringing the life out of his limb. His young arms were smooth and hairless, and any attempt he made at withdrawing his arm, she worked her hips and ass in tandem to swallow him back down.
“Jesus Fuck, that’s deep! That’s so fucking deep,” Illura squealed, as her knees buckled. She fell on her face, spreading her cheeks further. “Deeper! Fuck me, Reese! Fuck me with your whole fucking arm!” With gravity on his side, and a little bit of permission, he forced his arm inside up to the elbow. Her belly distended as his fist ravaged her insides. A powerful rippling sensation seized his arm, making it impossible for him to escape, as her ass and pussy achieved orgasm. Her eyes fluttered wildly, as she squealed; there was no way the rest of the party hadn’t heard that.
Finally he pulled himself free, leaving a massive gape behind, one which was slow to close. The lecher couldn’t even help himself; he immediately pushed his tongue into the chasm.
“Reese, we should get back to the camp…” She closed her trembling knees together, as her tongue lolled out of her mouth. His tongue felt amazing back there, soothing her enflamed rim with his saliva. He spat directly into it, kissing her ass cheek, lovingly.
“I’ve been waiting for this all night,” he said, taking the ring piercing she had around her rim in between his teeth, tugging in gently. “Please?”
“Fuck, I don’t care. Eat it. Eat my ass, you fucking loser,” she said, giving her hips a slow wiggle, and jiggle. The tentacle monster’s arms were all over the place, kneading and twisting her nipples, plugging her pussy, stroking her clit and labia together. There was even one around her throat. “While Tenticular gets all the fun. Fuck, fuck, yeah, right there.” He dropped to his knees, letting her change the angle, so that his face was now her throne. He was a strong lad, able to support her weight with his neck, comfortably, as her bountiful ass flesh closed around his cheeks. “Mmm, I’m gonna have to kidnap you, I see. Take you home with me, where you can do this all the time. You’ll be my good little ass-munchkin.”
He lifted her off of his face for a moment, only to ask: “Can I really?”
**43 seconds later**
Reese missed 3 whole belt loops, as he left the bathroom. He and Eileen grabbed their coats, grinning, almost arm in arm, as they said their farewells. “Well, it was fun, you guys,” Eileen said, tightening her scarf until it was actively choking her, on accident. “But uh, we’re gonna head out.”
“Reese, you too,” the DM asked. He nodded his head, a grin on his face. “Don’t you have a pre-calc test in the morning?”
“Y-yeah… Yeah, I do…”
“Wait, Reese, how old are you,” Eileen asked, her stomach dropping.
“Fifteen,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. Eileen’s entire body drooped as he spoke, and she sighed, turning for the door. “My birthday is next month.” She offered a smile with only half of her mouth.
“Oh well…” The silence in the room was palpable, but Eileen continued, anyways. “I guess that’ll have to do.” She grabbed him by the back of his collar, and dragged him towards the exit.
“Hey, isn’t that illegal,” Joey asked. “Your brother is being kidnapped by a sexual predator right now.”
“Don’t be silly,” Marlowe spoke. “Women can’t rape men. That *never* happens.”
“Ha, I guess you’re right,” Joey said, laughing. Everyone was laughing. Everyone besides the police officer standing on the front porch, waiting for Eileen.
“Fuck!”
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