CW: lots of flirtation in this part, nothing too overt at all actually. Just building up!
(2036 words; would cost $105)
PART 1
“Seriously? Doritos and Mountain Dew? Can you be any more cliche?” Katrina said as Justin presented the room with his offerings.
His expression cracked at the edges. “But I like Doritos and Mountain Dew.”
“Ultrataconachoblast Flavor? I’m good with it,” Sara said, reaching for a bag and opening it. The soft whoof exploded an unseen cloud of unnatural aroma into the room. Sara smiled mischievously and actually said “snarf snarf snarf” as she downed a handful.
“I’m cool with it, too,” Jon agreed, not taking his eyes from the game notes he was putting in order.
Katrina scoffed and smiled. “You’re all a bunch of incurable nerds.”
Christopher looked up from his character sheet and said, “Oh? Who’s the one who has a different set of dice for combat rolls, magic rolls, and other checks?”
Katrina stuck her tongue out and reached for Sara’s bag. “Fine, gimmie some.” Sara smiled as if she had won an argument and tipped the dark opening to the bag of radioactive orange to her. “My spinach artichoke dip better not go uneaten is all I’m saying.”
“I’ll eat it ll myself if you let me,” Jon said, finally looking up. “Okay, okay, we about ready to get started?” The four players gave various indications of whatevs. “Well, as promised, this game is going to be a bit different.”
Justin finished putting his own set of dice in proper order in front of him and said, “What, we’ll actually get XP for it?”
“Har har. No, you’ll see. . . .” Jon replied with a grin. “First thing’s first. You all have your characters ready, go ahead and introduce yourselves.”
“Hi, I’m Justin. I’m incorrigible. What does incorrigible mean?”
Sara threw a chip at him. “You get to go for real first for that,” she said.
“Fine fine. My character’s name is Blades--”
“Seriously?” Katrina said, “Again?”
“Hey, it’s a good character. Saved your sexy ass a couple times as I recall.”
“What about my sexy ass?” Christopher joked.
“I’ll save your sexy ass any day,” Justin winked lasciviously.
Jon smirked, “Okay, Blades. For the record, who are you?”
“Blades is a halfling thief. Raised in the hills of Givendale and leaned his trade in the streets of Loston. Sneaky, charming, expert with--”
“The blade!” Sara and Katrina cried out in unison.
“. . . the blade.” Justin finished. “Classics are classic for a reason.”
Katrina smiled, “It’s okay, Justin. Just giving you shit. My character’s pretty standard this time.”
“What? No more Deena the thief acrobat?” Sara pouted.
“Naw, want to try something different.” Katrina adjusted her sheet and said, “I’m Victoria--”
“With an apostrophe, umlauts, and two accents including one over a consonant?” Justin said.
Christopher frowned. “Was that a dig at my T’lee’ana? That was a very appropriate high elf name.”
“With a very appropriate stick up his ass,” Justin said, sitting straight and stern as an Irish clogger.
Katrina smirked. “I think it’s been well established we’re all a bunch of stereotypical nerds playing stereotypical characters. Give me more chips.” Sara smiled and handed the bag over this time. “I’m Victoria, a sorceress--”
“Sexy!” Justin said.
“God, let her finish,” Jon groused.
“Yes, as a matter of fact, I am sexy. Deal with it. Red robes, small pouches. Maybe a bit nerdy,” she smirked at Justin and Sara, “sexy nerdy. Trained by a hedgewizard as a girl, searching for the world’s mysteries. Glasses that keep falling low on her nose, ‘fro tied back, always looking at something she finds interesting that other people may not notice.”
“Nice,” Sara and Justin said simultaneously. Christopher rolled his eyes. Katrina winked at Sara.
“Sara,” Jon said, “tell about you.”
“I’m a healer!”
“Of course you are,” Jon smiled.
“I am Angelique. Half elven healer from the farming village of Pine. Maybe a little naive, but she knows how to take care of herself. It’s her life’s purpose to bring comfort to the suffering, serve her order and make her patron proud.”
“Cool,” Jon said. “Christopher?”
“I am meat shield!”
“Did you just have a stroke?” Justin asked.
Christopher smirked at his own amusement. “Okay, I am Corrin--”
“With an apostrophe, umlauts, and two accents!” Justin cried.
Christopher ignored him. “Corrin is a trained fighter formerly of the Royal Guard. Served as the company scribe--”
“Natch,” Justin said.
“Shush,” Sara said, “I think that’s a cool twist.”
Christopher continued, “Trained in fighting as well as any of the Guard, but never got to see much experience himself. He’s decided to strike out on his own as a sell-sword and find adventure, and find himself.”
“Okay. Good round group. Let’s get started. You all find yourself in the local inn--”
Everyone groaned, chips were thrown.
“Look,” Justin said, “I didn’t even get to second base with the duke’s daughter, I don’t know what all this is about.”
“The soldiers don’t seem to care about bases; they charge,” Jon said.
Christopher sighed, rolling his eyes at Justin. “Well, here we go. I stand to defend my companions and attack any who come near.”
“I raise my patron’s symbol and chant a protection spell on us. Gives us plus one to hit and missiles have disadvantage against us,” Sara said.
Jon smiled. “Okay. You begin your blessing, and this is the first time you have used your powers in a crisis moment, when life and death matter. You feel fear--”
“She’s brave and determined!”
“No no, I know. But even so, this is her first time in a situation like this. She feels some fear, and adrenaline. It’s a flight or fight moment, and her senses and nerves are tuned up. And as she chants her blessing, Angelique starts to feel the familiar sensation of the presence of her deity, the touch of power . . . but this time, something new. A touch of ecstasy, of a warmth of power in her mind, and her gut, and her sex.”
The players each looked at another, then at Sara, who looked back at Jon. “Really? Her sex?”
“Mm-hmm. The intensity of the blessing arouses her in a new and distinctly sexual way. What do you do with that?”
“I . . . do with that?”
“How does Angelique react to this new sensation?”
“Hmm, she . . . acknowledges it? Enjoys it?”
Jon pauses a moment to see if Sara would go on, then nods. “Okay, the blessing works and the light of your deity flows gently from your body and your symbol to embrace you all.”
With a smirk, Justin asked, “Do we feel aroused too?”
“I don’t know,” Katrina said, “do you, Justin?”
“No, I mean--”
“Nope,” Jon said, “not really.” Justin looked disappointed.
Katrina scanned her character sheet and decided, “Well, let’s go with something simple at the moment. I cast two magic missiles at the closest soldiers. Maybe the others will think twice.”
“In your own studies and practicing of magic, you have felt the sensual and sexual flow of energy through your body, your mind. But until now, it’s been a curious and academic phenomenon.” The players sat silent as Jon explained and Katrina began smirking and raising an eyebrow. “But now, likewise in the heat of life and death action, the quality, and intensity has changed. Instead of being one of many forces in the miasma you have encountered, this sexual energy comes forth prominently, as if begging to be noticed, acknowledged.” Jon stopped and looked at Katrina.
Katrina met Jon’s gaze, smiled, and looked at the others. Then said, “I mentally touch the energy, caress it, and draw energy from it.”
Justin looked back and forth between the two of them. Jon looked like a teacher who sees he’d just gotten through to a student. “You feel a slight increase in the power you command, and gain d4 extra damage on your bolts of energy.”
“That’s right I do! Fuckyeah!” Katrina said.
Sara sat up straight. “Ah! So that’s how this is going to be, is it?” She grinned evily at Katrina.
“Hey, not fair!” Justin cried. “I don’t have any sexy magic!”
“Uhm,” Christopher said, quietly, “me neither?” as if he wasn’t sure he wanted it either way.
Jon chuckled, “Don’t worry, you won’t be left out.”
“Sweet!” Justin said.
Combat continued, the players taking turns attacking, defending, while the duke’s soldiers, controlled by Jon, were quickly dispatched or run off. After leaving combat, the players assessed the damage.
“How far is everyone down?” Sara asked.
“Just a couple,” Justin said. “I can recover that on my own, no need to waste a spell.”
“Katrina?”
She shook her head. “Mm-mm, Corrin here was indeed my meat shield,” she smiled at Christopher.
Sara looked at him. “How’re you? You took a few good hits.”
“Yeah,” he nodded, “I’m down half, without much to begin with.”
“Stupid low-level characters,” Justin groused.
“I let you start at second level. You’re not helpless,” Jon smiled.
“Okay,” Sara said, smiling mischievously, “I pull out the symbol of my deity on my necklace . . . no, wait, I loosen the opening of my blouse, pulling it open to show my breasts, caressing my hand over the symbol and the swell of my breasts sensually, and I cast cure light wounds on Corrin.”
After a general pause as the players glanced at each other, Katrina said, “Niiiiccce,” and Justin said nothing with an open mouth.
“Excellent, the power flows freely and pure through you . . . are you willing to demonstrate?” Jon asked.
“Yes, yes she is!” Justin said.
“Shuddup,” Sara smacked his arm. She raised her eyebrow and stared at Jon with a playful smile. Then slowly unbuttoned the top three buttons on her own blouse, showing the upper swells of her breasts and the bra that cradled them. Keeping her gaze fixed on Jon, she began to caress herself, slowly, over the top of her bra, cupping her breasts, and caressed back up. A flush growing on her chest and cheeks.
“Fuck,” Justin said.
Katrina leaned forward, “Very nice.”
“And you earn one sensua point,” Jon said.
Everyone looked around at each other. Sara said, “Wait, what? Sensua point?”
“Mm-hmm. Go ahead and mark it somewhere on your sheet and keep track.”
With a proud smile, Sara wrote a tic on her sheet and labeled it. “Well, okay, then. So, do I get extra healing points?” She nodded to Katrina.
“Yep,” Jon said, “once the spell is actually completed. Healing spells require the target to touch the power the healer is offering through her body.”
Sara looked at Jon with a cocked head while Christopher shifted in his chair. “And that means . . . ?”
“Well, for this level of healing, Christopher must kiss the healer’s pussy.”
Justin’s mouth remained open. Katrina said, “Oooh, naughty!”
“You mean Corrin?” Christopher said.
Jon shook his head. “Nope, Christopher must kiss Sara’s pussy.”
“Man!” Justin said, “I want a healing spell!”
“Shush,” Sara said, “you can recover two points on your own.”
Katrina nudged Justin, “Heehee, aallll alone.”
Sara turned in her seat toward Christopher, carefully pulled her skirt up her legs, revealing her thighs to the cool evening, until the triangle of her panties showed. She slowly opened her legs, showing the soft roundness of her satin-covered pussy. She leaned back in her chair and moved her rear toward the edge to give Christopher full access to her, and waited with a smile. Christopher stared at her emerald-pantied sex, then at Jon, then the others.
Katrina said, “Hell, if you don’t, I’m taking those HP.” Sara glanced a smile to Katrina.
Christopher said with some finality, “Well, if that’s the rules,” and lowered himself to his knees between Sara’s legs. Sara held her skirt up and back and watched Christopher move in close, his eyes never straying from her mound.
As his face caressed her thighs as the path narrowed, Sara made a quiet, “Mmm,” and as his lips touched her pussy, she released a held breath and sucked in another. And atop her satin, and increasingly wet, panties, he continued to massage her labia with his lips, sending shivers through her body.
Until, finally, he sat up smiling, and said in a small voice, “Well, Corrin feels much better now, thank you.” Jon, Sara, and Katrina chuckled as Justin sat mouth agape.