50. Natural Twenty #3
Ronan reaches into the box and takes out the vibrator. “The Wand of Resonant Invocation.”
Cami holds out her hand.
He doesn't give it to her.
Instead, he looks at Griffin.
“Her target declaration involved the item, not who controls it.”
Oh.
Oh, he's evil.
Griffin smiles.
Cami's eyes widen.
Ronan hands the vibrator to Griffin. “Your husband may wield the item until the end of the round.”
“Dungeon Daddy,” I whisper reverently.
Cami looks at him. “Ronan.”
His gaze sharpens. “One warning.”
Her mouth closes.
Yep.
There she goes.
Submissive Cami switch activated.
Griffin turns the vibrator on.
The sound is low.
Cami's knees fall apart.
He touches it over her panties.
Her body jerks. “Fuck.”
Ronan looks at her. “Color?”
“Green.”
“Continue.”
Griffin does.
Cami grips the edge of the table.
I watch.
Micah watches.
Ronan watches.
Cami lasts maybe twenty seconds before her breathing gets ragged.
She looks at Ronan. “Can I—”
“No.”
She whimpers.
The sound goes directly into every dick in the room.
I know that as a fact.
Ronan remains completely fucking calm. “Constitution save.”
Cami grabs her d20 with shaking fingers.
Rolls nine.
Ronan says, “Stop.”
Griffin lifts the vibrator away instantly.
Cami makes a noise that is almost violent.
I look at Micah. “This is the hottest thing I've ever seen.”
“Which part?”
“Yes.”
It gets worse.
Or better.
There is no meaningful distinction anymore.
Phase two lasts long enough that everyone loses more clothing.
The rules around the body zone cards change.
They now refer to the body part of whose turn it is.
And it’s their choice which body part and who they touch.
Cami gets my boxers off after a high roll and immediately draws HANDS on her touch card, which apparently means she gets to stroke me for sixty seconds while I'm not allowed to thrust into her grip.
I fail that Constitution save.
Ronan makes her stop when the timer goes off.
I threaten legal action.
Micah tells me to behave.
Ronan gives Micah inspiration.
Again.
Griffin gets Cami's bra off.
I get Micah naked after cashing in my last normal reroll.
Micah draws MOUTH on Cami and uses his turn to kiss and bite her breasts while Griffin watches from one side of the table.
Griffin does not look threatened.
He looks fucking fascinated.
That does something unexpected to my chest.
Not even surprise anymore.
Just…
Fuck.
We're good.
All of us.
Really good.
Then Griffin rolls a critical success on a turn where he declares that he wants to touch Cami.
Ronan tells him to draw.
Griffin turns over CHOICE.
“Of course,” I mutter.
Griffin looks at Cami.
Then slides his hand between her thighs.
She opens immediately.
He touches her over the thin fabric still covering her, and Cami's head drops back.
Ronan says, “You may petition.”
Griffin glances up to him.
Then toward Micah.
Interesting.
“I want Micah involved.”
The room stills.
Micah looks at him.
Cami lifts her head.
I forget how to breathe.
Ronan does not react. “Specific.”
Griffin's jaw flexes.
He looks at Cami. “You okay?”
She nods quickly. “Green.”
Then Griffin looks back at Ronan. “I want to hold her while Micah touches her.”
Fuck.
Ronan's eyes move to Micah. “Accept?”
Micah's voice is lower than usual. “Yes.”
“Granted.”
I stare.
Griffin moves behind Cami and pulls her back against his chest.
One arm wraps around her waist.
The other hand slides up to her throat—not squeezing, just holding.
Cami's eyes close.
Micah stands when Ronan gives him movement.
He steps between her legs.
His hand slides beneath her panties.
Cami gasps.
Griffin murmurs something in her ear too low for me to hear.
Micah looks up at him.
They make eye contact.
No weirdness.
No challenge.
Then Micah starts really touching her.
Cami's body tightens between them.
“Wait,” I say.
Everyone looks at me. “Griffin.”
“What?”
“You're hot.”
He closes his eyes.
Micah laughs.
Cami laughs hard enough that whatever Micah was doing gets interrupted.
Ronan looks at me. “You have disadvantage on your next roll.”
“Worth it.”
At some point, I stop thinking this is a sex game with D&D mechanics.
It becomes D&D.
Just… extremely naked D&D.
We start strategizing.
Micah is terrifying.
Naturally.
He studies Ronan's rulings, figures out which checks are most likely for which actions, and starts phrasing declarations in ways that maximize his strengths.
“I want to use both hands on Dex.”
“Where?”
“Broad touch.”
“Draw to see where you touch him.”
Micah gets CHEST.
He doesn't complain.
Just uses his allotted minute to rake his nails over my nipples, kiss my neck, and whisper enough praise in my ear that I almost come without anyone touching my cock.
Ronan catches it. “Constitution save, Dexter.”
“Fuck you.”
“Roll.”
I roll twelve.
Ronan looks down at his notes. “Pass.”
I sag in relief.
Micah kisses my temple. “Good boy.”
My cock jumps.
Ronan adds an inspiration bead to Micah's pile.
I slap the table.
“STOP REWARDING HIM FOR WEAPONIZING MY KINK.”
Ronan says, “No.”
Cami is laughing.
Griffin is laughing.
Micah looks very pleased with himself.
Then Cami gets mouthy.
Not even that mouthy.
She just gets impatient when Ronan denies her orgasm for the third time. “This is sadistic.”
“Yes.”
“I wasn't complimenting you.”
“I know.”
“I think the DM should have to make a saving throw against player revolt.”
Ronan looks at her. “Cameron.”
That's it.
One word.
Her mouth closes.
Her thighs press together.
Her entire expression changes.
I stare.
I've seen it before.
It never stops being fucking hot.
Cami looks down. “Sorry.”
Ronan's voice softens. “Good girl.”
She visibly shivers.
I lean toward Micah. “Are we sure praise isn't magic?”
“No.”
Fair.
I don't get my natural twenty until the third initiative reset.
By then, Cami is naked on the table.
Micah is naked except for his socks because we somehow forgot them, and I refuse to let anyone ignore this.
Griffin is in briefs.
I'm naked because apparently every person in this household has made stripping me a campaign objective.
Ronan is still fully dressed.
Which is obscene.
The man has watched all four of us lose almost every piece of clothing while sitting behind his screen taking notes.
Taking.
Notes.
I don't know what he wrote.
I may never know.
I would commit crimes to find out.
Phase three begins with another initiative roll.
I get second.
Micah first.
Cami third.
Griffin fourth.
Micah declares he wants me.
Ronan says, “Specific actions.”
Micah's eyes slide down my body. “I want him on his knees in front of me.”
My stomach drops.
Oh.
Ronan considers. “Intimidation.”
Micah smiles. “Really?”
“You're not persuading him.”
“I don't need persuading,” I volunteer.
Ronan looks at me. “Still not your turn.”
I mime zipping my lips.
Micah rolls.
Seventeen.
Ronan nods. “Granted. Dexter, move.”
I get on my knees beside Micah's chair.
His hand goes into my hair.
Predictable.
Familiar.
Mine.
He looks down at me. “You look good there.”
Fuck.
Ronan says, “Micah, your action is positioning. You have a bonus action.”
Micah doesn't look away from me. “I want his mouth.”
Ronan assigns the check.
Micah succeeds.
I grin.
Finally.
Then Ronan says, “Draw.”
Micah reaches for his deck.
Turns over the card.
NECK.
I burst out laughing from my knees.
Micah closes his eyes. “FUCK.”
Cami cackles.
Ronan's mouth twitches.
Micah's hand tightens in my hair. “Neck it is.”
He leans forward, and I kiss his throat.
Slow.
Hot.
Teeth.
Tongue.
All while my face is approximately ten inches from the part of him I'd much rather be touching.
“This game is cruel.”
“Your turn next,” Micah murmurs against my skin.
And it is.
I sit back on my heels.
Look at Ronan.
I have been waiting. “I want the DM.”
Silence.
Ronan's eyes meet mine. “You don't have that target.”
“I am aware.”
“Then declare a legal action.”
“I am petitioning.”
“You have not earned a petition.”
I pick up my d20. “Yet.”
He stares at me.
I stare back.
Then he says, “Declare.”
I look at Micah.
I could ask for something easy.
I don't.
“I want Micah's cock in my mouth.”
Micah inhales.
Cami says, “Oh.”
Ronan doesn't blink. “Performance.”
I grin. “Performance?”
“You're a musician.”
“Fair.”
I roll.
The die spins.
Hits the edge of my tray.
Bounces once.
Natural twenty.
The room detonates.
I throw both hands up. “YES.”
Micah swears.
Cami claps.
Griffin shakes his head.
Ronan looks at the die.
Then at me. “Critical success.”
I point at Micah. “I believe I declared an action.”
“You did.”
Ronan nods toward Micah. “Consent?”
Micah looks down at me. “Yes.”
“Granted.”
Micah shifts forward.
I take him into my mouth.
No teasing.
No wasting the roll.
He groans.
His fingers tighten in my hair.
I give him exactly what I promised.
Performance.
I hear Cami swear.
Griffin mutters something.
Ronan waits.
Lets me work.
Lets Micah start losing some of that quiet control.
Then Ronan says, “Time.”
I pull off.
Micah breathes hard.
I lick my lips.
Then look at Ronan. “Petition.”
His gaze sharpens. “You may petition the DM for a reward.”
I smile. “I want you in the game.”
Nobody moves.
Ronan is still.
Completely still.
My pulse pounds.
I don't know whether I've pushed too far.
Then his mouth curves. “Petition noted.”
I stare. “Not granted?”
“Not currently.”
“You absolute tease.”
“You may return to your seat.”
I climb up.
Micah catches my hand and squeezes.
Cami is watching Ronan now.
So is Griffin.
Nobody expected that.
Good.
Neither did I.
Cami gets her own critical two turns later.
She's still on the table, hair wild, body flushed from chest to thighs.
Ronan looks at her. “Petition.”
She glances at Griffin.
Then Micah.
Somehow, I know what she's going to say before she says it.
“I want both of them.”
Griffin's eyes close.
Micah goes very still.
Ronan's voice doesn't change. “Specific request.”
Cami swallows. “I want both Griffin and Micah to put their cocks inside me.”
Oh fuck.
There is not enough oxygen in this dining room.
Ronan looks at Griffin first. “Consent?”
Griffin looks at Cami.
Not Ronan.
Her.
“Yes.”
Micah?
“Yes.”
Ronan looks back at Cami. “Color?”
“Green.”