DnD – Roleplay to Reality [MF]

This is a work of fiction.

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“We’ll have to split up,” the sorcerer decided. The other members of the group nodded in agreement. Their descent into the depths below the Temple of Merc’dene had been somewhat straight-forward so far. Some fool-hardy kobolds had dared to stand in their path more than few times, but between the four of them their attempts were duly squashed. Now however, they’d come across a fork in the path, branching out in 4 separate directions. Not knowing which way would lead them to the treasure room, necessity demanded they must split their party and each pursue their own avenue, in hopes of finding the true path.

“I’ll take left,” the sorcerer suggests. The sorcerer was attractive and tall, dark and menacing, and naturally, powerful to boot. Not exactly the same as how you were in reality. It seemed like a solid choice, playing a male character in a game where all your other party members were typical males. You’d hoped playing a man would keep them being being _too_ inappropriate, and that had mostly been successful so far. Besides, it was fun to play the role of a charismatic man and force the the Dungeon Master to act like a tavern wench every time your character dared to hit on one.

“Middle-left for me then,” I announce. The Paladin of the group, nothing terribly original, but necessary for a party where the members had generally picked non-melee roles. Our remaining Bard and Ranger split off to the two right-leaning paths.

Individually, we all proceeded down our separate paths, fending off all manners of minor fiends, skeletons, kobolds, and so on. Climbing down the narrow steps of a dimly lit passageway, your character lights the torches as he goes. But with every torch lit, the passage way seemed to grow dimmer and dimmer, oddly enough.

Coming to the end of the steps, you reach a large brazier, already lit and burning brightly. Beyond it lay nothing but a sunken rocky wall.

“What do you do?” the dungeon master asks.

Thinking for a moment, you decide that if lighting the passageway torches made the passage dimmer before, then extinguishing the brazier seemed the natural counter to that. Sweeping a robed arm across the brazier, it dissipates and engulfs the room in darkness.

The DM tries his best to imitate a seductive cackling, “Right into her trap!” he says. Sighing, you look over your character sheet as you demand to know what you’re dealing with.

“Nothing really, except maybe the namesake of the dungeon of course,” he admits, before getting into character. “Who dares disturb my rest?” he attempts, in a too-deep-to-be-female voice (though clearly _trying_).

The room illuminates with a dark and dismal glow as a spirit takes form opposite your character. “The spirit of Merc’dene,” the DM offer, before resuming character. “What a lovely vessel you’ve brought to me,” the spirit cackles. “The wrong gender, but easily fixed,” it continues.

“What do you mean, what do you want?” you ask, as the sorcerer. “Your body, so that I might regain my true form…” the spirit says, “After those bastards killed my last one.”

“And what’s your true form?” the sorcerer inquires.

“A great and terrible succubus, master of men’s hearts,” the spirit shouts, lighting the brazier and exploding in light.

A great fight ensues as you attempt to defeat the spirit, but nothing avails it. Fire, lightning, even the dark arts are no match to vanquish her. Until finally, broken and on the verge of death, the spirit makes her move, and rushes at you, _into_ you.
“Can I roll a check to resist it?” you ask desperately, hoping this isn’t the end of your character. “Yes,” the DM admits. Quickly, you roll the die. It rattles across the table from number to number, until finally slowly dropping to it’s conclusive face.

Sighing, you groan and lean back in your chair, as other players gasp in mixes of laughs and worry.

“One! A critical failure…” the DM howls. “The spirit of the succubus inhabits your character’s body permanently, transforming it into a body of her own making.”

“Great, so I’m a succubus then?” you ask.

“Well, technically no. The enemy won and now I control her,” the DM says.

“Fuck that, can I at least control what she does? If my character is a succubus now at least let me continue to play as that,” you plead.

“Fine, fine, you can control her, but you’ve gotta be a proper enemy,” he concedes.

Satisfied with that, the game continues on.

Our Bard and Ranger experience little issue making it to the final chamber, but at least 3 keys are required to open the treasure room. Awaiting on me still, it goes to my turn.

My character was in a strange room. No doubt Merc’dene’s “Torture” chamber. A massive bed of spikes sat raised in the center of the room, and various whips, floggers, ivory shafts and other devices adorned the walls, but there was no clear exit.

Pondering on my next move, my character is startled to notice a far wall breaking loose and spinning open, as a figure creeps out from the darkness.

“Merc’dene” was a sight to behold. She stood towering over the paladin, tall in stilettos that must have been a full foot tall, at the least. Black, leathery translucent stockings reached up her legs, culminating to spiked thigh bands that connected with chain garters to a slick corset. Her arms were adorned by similarly translucent gloves that reached near to her shoulders. Her wavy black hair tumbled down with exquisite length around her body. Her busty chest and firm ass were uncovered, and wildly visible.

Her skin was a pale white and her eyes and lips were a pure red and devilish. Apart from the pointed ears though, she might well have been mistaken for a human in other circumstances.

“You must be the seductress for which this temple was named,” my character suggests.

Nodding, you laugh in your seat, getting into the role. “Indeed. But, you mustn’t believe everything you hear. I was not so different from humans like you once, just a girl… with an appetite for men like you. You _are_ quite handsome though, better than most I’ve head to contend with,” you flirt as the your succubus character rounds the room innocently.

“I won’t be tempted by such,” the Paladin declares.

“We’ll see…” you say. “After you ever been with a woman, paladin?”

“Of course I have, you wretch.”

“Were you good? Did these ladies… _like_ you?” you toy.

My character scoffs, “Of course.”

Having circled the room, Merc’dene approaches the soft, velvet four-poster bed in the corner of the room and climbs onto it. My character is transfixed by waggling of her bare ass as she settles onto the bed with absolute grace (despite her constraining outfit and heels). You turn to face me, slowly biting your lip as your legs lift and lower into a spread eagle pose.

“Show me, then… Just how… _good_ you are,” you tempt, as you trace a finger down from the tops of your breasts, along the curve of the tight corset, and below.

Stiffening, my character feigns interest. I remove my burdensome armor, and strip down to just my trousers as I approach you on the bed.

Fawning at me, you whisper “Good, good…. come to me and I’ll show you _true_ pleasure… those other girls will be as dust to you, after tasting me,” further acting the part of a seductress.

“No…” my character shakes his head, and frowns, “I shalln’t!”

“You will!” you demand, and cast a spell of charm to seal the deal in seducing my character forever.

“Can I resist it?” I ask the DM.

“With the right move, maybe,” he says.

I think for a moment, before grinning and making my move. “I cast ‘Light of Reversal’ to reverse the effects of your charm back onto you.”

“What!? He can do that?” you shout in annoyance. “Sure can,” the DM says. “Lets see if sticks.”

I roll the die, and again it goes thumping across the table, dancing toward a final number.

“20. Well, looks like he’s successfully reversed that charm spell back onto you. How long does the succubus charm spell last for?” the DM asks you.

Looking over your new character sheet, you find the “Charm” spell line. “Duration. Indefinite.” you sigh.

I grin in victory, “Looks like you’re all mine…”

Your character’s charm spell is diverted by a blast of light, and you find yourself leaning back further on the bed, thoroughly reverse-seduced, spreading yourself wide as you furiously rub yourself. “Please,” you beg of me. “I need you inside me, please! Claim me…” the words slip out of your mouth in an almost whisper, as you lock eyes with me.

“It would be my pleasure, my slutty little seductress,” I reply, seemingly breaking character.

“WELL, that’s about all for tonight I think guys, I need to get home to my wife”, one of the other players concedes, as he begins collecting his sheets of paper and dice.

The other players and the DM all begin to wrap up their stuff as we sit and bide for some time.

One by one, we say our goodbyes as they roll out the door, until it’s just the two of us in my apartment.

“That was a dirty move you used!” you complain.

“Couldn’t resist. And now you get to be my little slutty seductress in the game too… I’m going to use you to seduce the other party members, and then the whole group will have to obey me. Who’d predict the Paladin to be the bad guy, right?” I push you hard against the door and kiss you deeply as my hands roam across your body.

You resist as I kiss you harder; I lift your legs up to wrap around my torso, but you kick and try to pull away. You barely manage to escape the kiss long enough to let a few words out, “So, you’re going to make me fuck _them_ all too?” you ask, eyebrow raised. “If that’s what it takes to wrap them around your little finger… but don’t forget, you belong to me.” You feel my soft lips flush against yours in another kiss as I lift you up and march you to the bedroom.

I throw you down hard against the bed as I begin to peel off your clothes in between kisses. “That’s right… you’re going to be my own personal slut… Seductress… Succubus… whatever you want to go by…” I fling your top up and off over your head as I nibble your earlobe and drop kisses down your neck, eliciting a shiver from you as I go down and down.

You’re becoming breathless between each kiss as I encircle your breast in kiss and kiss, before taking your nipple into my mouth, gently sucking and biting as my other hand caresses your face.

“And… what if I don’t want to be?” you ask. Looking back up at you, our eyes meet. My hand shifts from your face to your neck and grabs hold lightly. “You don’t have a choice,” I groan. “I’ve _charmed_ you.” You cry out as my hand squeezes your throat with impudence. Releasing you, I pull you in for another deep kiss before roughly taking your tits into my hands, squeezing them and pinching your nipples as you moan in pleasure. Pinning you down with one hand, I use my other to rip the thin leggings from your body and spread your legs. Moving down, I return to an almost gentle form again as I plant kiss upon kiss down your body, now teasing your inner thighs.

“So, are you going to be a good little slut for Daddy?” I ask, as I flick my tongue across your glistening clit. You moan in agreement, but refuse to voice the words. “I’m not hearing a ‘yes sir’, slut.” I give you a long slow lick across your slit and plunge a finger into you, reaching for your g-spot to slowly massage.

You moan and moan but not a word escapes your mouth. I continue in full force now, devouring your sweet little cunt as my finger slides in and out of you again and again, first 1, and then 2, and then 3. You can’t resist the assault of pleasrue I’m laying on your body as you cry out in wave-crushingly blissful orgasm.

Panting, you collapse as I slow down and come to a halt. “I still haven’t heard a ‘yes sir’ from you… Does daddy need to punish you?”

Locking eyes with me, you smirk. “I’ve been naughty, sure. But I don’t think you have it in you, _sir_”, you mock.

“Hmph. You little brat,” I growl.

Climbing back up from between your legs, I grab hold of your throat as my lips lock with yours in furious passion. Grabbing hold your hair, I yank you and lift you up off the bed and heave you down onto the floor as you yelp. I peel off my shirt and toss aside by belt before ripping down my pants. I grip you tightly by the hair, and force the shaft of my cock past your lips, across your tongue, and down against your throat, gagging you.

I keep you pinned down on your knees on the carpet as my grip on your hair forces you back and forth, out and in, mushing your face against my body as my cock slides past your lips down to the hilt with thrust after thrust after thrust. “Pathetic little seductress,” I mock, “Here you sit getting throat fucked by me, and you still think you can resist?”

Your eyes well with tears from the gagging, but you look me in the eye all the same, smirking what little you can before raising a hand up to grope and fondle my balls, drawing a heavy sigh from me. “Ah, such a good girl,” I praise.

With enhanced vigor, you quicken your pace on me, shifting from an endless repeat of deep throats to sly, dexterous licks of your tongue across my tip and all along my shaft, breaking ever so often to suck deeply on the head.

“That’s quite enough for now I think”, I pat you on the head as I pull your mouth from my now overly slick cock. Yanking you up, I kiss you deeply again before spinning you hard around, lifting you up and slamming you hard against the wall. I pin you there as you wrap your thighs around my waist, locking your legs together against my ass. You can feel as my cock rubs against the lips around your opening. You can feel it shift and line up against you, just waiting to push in. “Fuck me,” you command.

But I don’t. I continue to slide my tip across your slit slowly, rubbing it against your clit as much as I’m able to as I tease you. “Please” you begin to beg, desperate to feel me inside you. “I need you inside me,” you admit. “Please…” you continue, looking deep into my eyes. “Claim me, sir.”

With that, I smirk and plunge myself deep inside of you. You can feel as your walls clamp down hard against my shaft, quickly making way for me to push deeper and deeper inside. You cry out in sudden pain and pleasure as my tip presses taut against your cervix, before pulling back and slamming hard against it again. You wrap your legs tighter and tighter around my waist. You can feel the muscles of my shoulders tense with every thrust, as you bury your face into my neck and hug me me tightly. The wall is cold and hard against your back, and reverberates against your body each time you feel my cock slide in and out, in and out.

It’s not long before you can feel waves crashing down over you all over again. You can feel my grunts grow deeper and louder, as my cock grows harder and harder, beginning to pulse as I unload my seed deep into your womb. “God yes, putting a fucking baby in me!” you scream in orgasm. I continue to pump another blast and another and another into you, filling you up _overflowingly_, until we both come to panting halt. We lock eyes again, as I kiss you deeply. “Good slut,” I commend you.

We both tumble down and over to the bed, collapsing into each other’s arms. After a moment, you begin to laugh hysterically. “What?” I ask.

“Oh, I was just thinking that I can’t _wait_ until the next game session…”

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