D&D: FHW: Is a guy's room
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| - | "Boo!" A male voice says loudly as someone standing in the corner by the stairway | + | "Boo!" A male voice says loudly as someone standing in the corner by the stairway uses the sound of your steps to time stepping in front of you. |
You slam into a living wall of muscle, he is 6' foot tall, built like a god and wearing only a gladiator style leather loincloth, with a head of glorious red hair flowing down to his shoulders. Somehow you manage not to scream as you find yourself plastered against him, breasts squashing against his rock-like pecks, your cheek pressing on his neck his strong arms loosely around you as his hands catalog your body. | You slam into a living wall of muscle, he is 6' foot tall, built like a god and wearing only a gladiator style leather loincloth, with a head of glorious red hair flowing down to his shoulders. Somehow you manage not to scream as you find yourself plastered against him, breasts squashing against his rock-like pecks, your cheek pressing on his neck his strong arms loosely around you as his hands catalog your body. | ||
Current revision as of 04:15, 29 January 2019
"Boo!" A male voice says loudly as someone standing in the corner by the stairway uses the sound of your steps to time stepping in front of you.
You slam into a living wall of muscle, he is 6' foot tall, built like a god and wearing only a gladiator style leather loincloth, with a head of glorious red hair flowing down to his shoulders. Somehow you manage not to scream as you find yourself plastered against him, breasts squashing against his rock-like pecks, your cheek pressing on his neck his strong arms loosely around you as his hands catalog your body.
"Ha! Too soon!" Replies the Sorceress in amused sultry tones arriving the top of the stairs. You pay her no attention busily studying the muscular male specimen you are pressing against, you admire the sculpting of his muscles, his pleasantly masculine smell, wonder what is inside that loincloth, and find yourself wishing she wasn't around you could rub against him until he took advantage of you.
"Yes badly timed, have a seat." He agrees and gestures at the couch with one hand, his other hand grabs your wrist in a vice-like grip and he steers your around the room making sure you do not collide with her. You try to resist or break free but your strength is barely average while he is really really strong. You are not even sure he noticed your resistance as his eyes follow her movements, drinking in her curves.
"So hows progress?" She asks sprawling sexily of the couch and crossing her legs to show a generous amount of thigh. You assess the competition knowing you are sexy and a strong contender for best chest in the magic school. The skull mask hides her face, so your eyes wander over her smooth legs, shapely body, and you decide that like you, she is smoking hot. Then you carefully study her impressive cleavage, frowning irritatedly as you worry her breasts are better than yours.
"Slower than I'd like." He replies, sliding a strap off your shoulder and over your hand, as he steers you to the comfy chair, spinning in front of it to face her, he gropes your bare breast while looking at her, clearly making the same comparison. You wonder if the feel of your breast or her display is turning him on more.
She looks slightly put out that he is not sitting next to her, frowning and biting her lip. She opts to ignore him and shifts her body distractingly, sexily displaying even more thigh and more cleavage as she makes herself comfortable. You realize she is very skilled in seduction as you find yourself distracted by her sexy display, in spite of his hand fondling your breast.
"How about your side? Anyone sniffing around?" He asks, grabbing your other wrist with his other hand, then letting go of the first and pulling your other shoulder strap off, as he sits down and pulls you onto his lap. You are now sitting invisible on his lap, both of you naked from the waist up, with a table blocking her view of both of you from the waist down.
Unable to resist his strength, you decide to cooperate, your left wrist is held in his vice-like grip but your right hand is free, so you reach down and slide the strap through his buckle, then your wriggle in his lap trying to free the belt strap from the prong.
"No. They are clueless. One of the grads was curious about the mysterious creatures in the sewer, but I doubt she will actually do anything adventurous." She replies sounding superior. As she talks he forces your dress down over your hips without undoing it, you expect it to rip but it doesn't, his thumb picks up your undies too, sliding everything down to your boots. He is however surprised to find you wriggling cooperatively with your hand near his crotch. so surprised he sucks his stomach in - and you manage to undo his belt.
"Is she any good at Magic? And are you sure?" he asks, as at the same time he catches your boot between her feet and grabbing your leg at the knee he pulls that leg out of its boot, you cooperate, the boot becomes visible, your dress and your undies which still on your other leg stay invisible. You wriggle around and you manage to get the toes of your bare leg to his crotch, then work your foot into a place where you can use it to push his loincloth down.
"Her magic is good, not as good as me, but good. She's always sticking her nose in where it is not wanted, but she doesn't have any close friends and exploring the sewers on her own and actually finding something... no show." As she talks, hidden by the table, he grabs your other boot with his feet and as he shifts his body to grab your other knee, pulling it out of your boot, dress, and undies. Expecting his movement you are able to use your foot to force his leather loincloth thing down his legs as he moves, it lands on top of your now visible boots dress and undies, making a pile, hidden under the table.
"No show, eh? I guess that makes it time for your show!" He chuckles his voice hoarse with arousal, sending a shiver down your spine, as you silently squirm in his lap rubbing his hardening cock against your sex, you can feel your body responding to the stimulus as your sex heats and your nipple harden. He stares at her with bedroom eyes, as he responds to your movements and hidden by the table his free hand casually drops to your sex and he starts using his fingers on your sex, his fingers are very very good, you freeze and spread your legs letting his fingers work their magic.
D&D: FHW: She tells him the strip and move the chair
D&D: FHW: She performs a raunchy dance
D&D: FHW: She produces a pair of manacles for him
D&D: FHW: She asks him to move to the bed so she can cuff him
