STORY - Pizza Thot: Behemoths & Booty (Patreon)

Wow! Here comes our biggest fic yet; the gang plays a tabletop RPG with a very sexy twist. There's a few new things to come in the very near future about the Patreon that I'm excited to reveal, but until then, enjoy this lengthy fantasy fic!

 As always, if you like Luffy's work, you can find him HERE, and our last fic can be found HERE. 

This story contains a good amount of M/M content as well, as a preface.

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“Hey, gang. Sorry for bailing last minute. Make yourselves at home, okay?”

Boss swung her door open, inviting her coworkers in. She was wearing sweatpants and an old and baggy shirt - most of it obscured as she hugged a blanket around her body. She sniffed, wiped her nose, and led the small crew inside.

Chad stepped in with a box of soda under one beefy arm and a bag of snacks under the other. He, along with the rest of Boss’ guests, was dressed more casually than usual. After all; tonight was a game night.

“Don’t worry about a thing, dear - a bit of company is exactly what you need when you’re feeling under the weather!”

“I’m pretty sure that’s how epidemics start, Chad,” Cash said, maneuvering past the large man to beeline towards Boss’ cat. It gave a stern meow before finding itself a corner to hide in. The rest of the crew began setting down their sparse things, claiming seats in the living room around a large coffee table. Beers and soda were opened preemptively while notebooks and pens were passed around.

“Sorry to hear you’re sick, ████,” Pineapple waved to Boss, being the last to pop in through the door. The others snapped back to him, and Chad shook his head.

“Nicknames only, m’boy,” Chad said. “A few interested parties wanted us to record today, so we’ve got to stick to restaurant etiquette.”

Pineapple smacked his hands to his mouth. “Oh! Sorry, sorry… I hope you get better, Boss!”

"Nothing I can’t handle - I'm just feeling stuffy. As long as you guys keep your distance, you should be… Pine, I’m fine. Hey, you better not-- nghhh..." 

Boss didn't have the energy to resist a hug from her coworker, defaulting to a slump as Pineapple squeezed her firmly. "Great. Thanks. Hope you liked your sweaty Boss hug."

"I did!" he chimed happily before joining Cash in bothering the cat.

Chef nodded towards Boss as he began to unpack his tote bag. "Thanks for letting us use your place regardless. We considered the college dorm, but…"

"Hey, I mean; I've got all the books and dice, so." The tell-tale whine of a kettle rang through the apartment as Boss rummaged through her cabinets for a teacup. Chad, in turn, took out the remainder of his luggage - a large plastic bin and a thick silk bag that clattered around in his fist. He gave Boss a warm smile, who weakly returned it in kind. 

"I promised you guys a game, and I’m gonna give you one. Or Chad is, at least. I was a little too sick to organize anything, but he decided to step in as Battlemaster in my place.”

"Don't let the name fool you!" The muscular man chortled. "Since most of you haven’t played before, we’ll be taking a more narrative approach to playing. Think theatre-of-the-mind! After all…” With a flashy flourish, the burly gentleman unfurled a map and pinned it down with a loud slap of a hardcover book. 

“In Behemoths & Booty, one’s wildest dreams are bound to come true!”

"Heehee. Booty." Pineapple giggled.

“Hard to blame them for that one,” Boss muttered, sipping on a garrish kitty-shaped cup. “The first edition was written way before ‘booty’ meant anything indecent. Not to say that this game feels old, or anything - there’s a lot of really neat rules for roleplaying in the later editions that you guys would probably enjoy.”

Chad nodded in agreement. “I’ve already handed your ‘character sheets’ to you all earlier this week, but before we start - does anyone have any last minute questions?”

“I do, actually,” Chef casually raised a hand, picking up a small purple object with the other. “What’s this thing?”

“Oho, keen eye, m’boy!” Chad said with a wink. “That, my adventurer-to-be, is a twenty-sided die - otherwise known as a ‘D20’. It’s a hero’s best friend, and most of what you’ll do will be determined by rolling it! Isn’t that exciting?”

“Huh. I can dig it.”

“Indeed! In any case, we’ll learn as we go, so don’t worry too much about the details. In the meantime… why don’t we introduce our characters? To avoid confusion - you’ll just be naming them after yourselves.”

The atmosphere in Boss’ apartment saw a palpable shift as the players gathered around the table. Boss, lurking about, acted as Chad’s companion, dimming the lights and fading in music from her well-organized playlist.

“I guess I’ll go first,” Pineapple said, holding up his sheet proudly. “I’ll be playing an elf, uh… bard! He likes music, money, and being hella pretty.”

“My! With such a thick and hefty Charm score, I can only imagine why,” Chad chuckled. “What about you, Cash?”

Cash had given up chasing Boss’ cat, and chose instead to scribble tattoo ideas along her character sheet. “My character’s, like… a regular human. Looks like me. They kick ass n’ shit.”

“Hm? Are you sure you want to go with that? If I recall, you had a much more ‘colorful’ character in mind…”

Cash forced a sigh, rummaging through her bag to grab a crumpled wad of paper. “That was before we were being recorded, but okay.” She sighed again. “I’m a Nightwitch of the Eternal Eclipse. Her bloodline is cursed after her ancestors formed a dark pact with the demons of Underhell. She’s a warlock and she’s got like, a dead boyfriend, and she’s seeking revenge on the darkness of the world by using more darkness on it. “

Cash held up her character sheet in embarrassment. It was mostly filled with backstory.

“Absolutely darling! I love her design - does she have any special skills?”

“I guess she’s like… smart, or whatever. I don’t know. Milk, you go next.” Cash nudged her friend, who excitedly pulled out her own piece of paper.

“I got to play with Boss and Chad last time, so I already had my old one prepared… she’s a minotaur berserker. She’s big and strong, and super brave.”

“Already a very capable party,” Chad praised. “But we have one more member to round us out. Chef - what did you end up with?”

Chef nodded quietly. “He’s a human monk.” He pulled up his sheet, passed it around, and placed it back, content with his answer.

“A strong start!” Chad encouraged. “If I recall, you had the opportunity to change a few of his personal aspects for flavor. What did you go with?”

“Oh, right. I swapped out some of his equipment for cooking gear. I also put a few points in ‘Culinary Arts’, and made him look like me. But in monk clothes.”

The crew collectively waited for a punchline that wasn’t going to happen. As they slowly realized what he had done, Chad clapped his hands together to pull their attention. 

“Excellent! A mighty team, indeed! Now that we have our intrepid heroes established, why don’t I set the scene for you?”

Milk clapped excitedly.

“Oh, I can’t wait!”

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Legends tell of a world carried upon the back of a beast-of-burden. It is a world of magic and treasure; where humans, monsters, and everything in between can seek fortune by their own hands. Our story starts in such a world, in the beautiful country of Sargathia. It is a lovely, sun-kissed day, and you - one way or another - have found yourselves in the bustling town of Duadinum…

Chad tapped his large thumb on the map, letting his words weave their spell over the crew. Chad was charismatic if nothing else, and as he spoke, it became easier and easier to imagine one’s self enjoying the sights and sounds of a busy tavern…

A massive minotaur stood tall amongst the riff-raff of the tavern, imbibing the atmosphere with a mug of ale in one hand and the hilt of a great-mace in the other. Her tanned, curvy body was wrapped in light-blue armor, amounting to little more than a metal bikini top and loincloth. The seven-foot-tall cowgirl had a mean set of pearly white horns adorning her head, and an even meaner set of pearly white teeth. Not someone you’d want to mess with, even on the best of days. 

Beside the bestial amazonian was spellcaster in an outfit befitting her dark and brooding personality. Black cloth from head-to-toe, highlighted by even blacker makeup and various potions, wands and other knick-knacks tied to a tight leather belt. To top it off, a pointed witch’s hat ensured that her particular set of skills would never be in question. 

Flanking the minotaur’s other side stood a full-figured boy in tight green cloth. His fair skin was accentuated by a pair of thin, pointed ears. He wore a silk shirt and skirt and smiled contentedly, kicking his booted feet as he plucked at a small guitar. 

To the side of the trio was another young man sporting a bandana and a pair of simple cloth garments. He lugged around an oversized backpack, strapped down with everything from ladles, to frying pans, to an oversized wok. Despite the extra weight, he sat calmly, eating a sandwich and enjoying what the tavern had to offer. 

“All we need now… is a quest!” Milk cheered.

A light meal was shared with the party, interrupted only when they began to lick their plates. A small fairy with twin buns and a dress of leaves floated daintily into the tavern. She wore a slightly weary expression, and greeted the travellers with a nod.

“Wait, I’m what-now?” The fairy-version of Boss asked as she sniffled.

“I’m including you! You’re the quest-giver,” Chad said cheerily. “I figured that while you can’t be the Battlemaster, you can still join in on the fun.” He passed Boss a piece of paper.

“Oh, uh… sure. Okay.” 

“...Brave heroes,” the fairy continued. “I bring you a quest from my queen. Her crown of wisdom was stolen from her - retrieve it, and you shall be greatly rewarded.” Boss half-heartedly tossed a handful of glitter over the table, before breaking into a cough. “Alright, that’s me,” she grunted, fluttering back into the tavern’s kitchen. “I’m gonna go make some soup.”

The group watched the fairy slowly make her departure. Chef, staring most intently, turned back to the others with an incredulous look upon his face.

“Did that actually happen? The thing with the fairy?” 

“Indeed it did! You’ve been given your quest. However - you are all quite free to act as you see fit,” Chad cheerily responded. “How would your character react? What do they wish to do in light of this information? That’s how you play the game.”

“So, like… does she know who took it?” Cash asked, leaning back in her chair.

“Nope! No more information!” Boss called from the kitchen.

“In that case…”

“...Maybe someone in town knows, or would be willing to help us find out?” Pineapple offered. The curvy little bard smiled hopefully in his party’s direction, who all shared passing glances of interest.

“The townsfolk are a fine resource of information,” Milk agreed. “Provided you know where to look… and what to offer.” 

Cash gave the minotaur a surprised look. “You’re going to flash your tits for quest information?”

“I have a few points in seduction,” Milk confessed. 

“And, I mean - it’s not like they’re my real boobs. They’re my character’s.”

“So, I’m going to go to the marketplace. If I offer someone a peek, I’m sure I can find something.” 

The minotaur stood up, gulped down the rest of her ale, and went for the door. At the same time, Pineapple jumped up from his seat.

“In that case, I’m going to go hang around in some alleyways!” He declared. “That’s where the seediest folk usually hang out, right? They know all kinds of stuff, and I’m sure I’ve got something they want.”

“Like what?” The Nightwitch asked.

“Like a +6 to Seduction.”

“Seriously? Guys, do we have any social skills in this party!?" Cash looked to Chef, who quietly shook his head.

“Mostly Cooking and Flexibility,” he confessed. 

"It's an open-ended game, dear. However cheeky they may be, I always encourage creative solutions," Chad smiled. "And seducing your way through the game does sound rather creative."

Cash groaned and pushed herself away from the table. "Whatever. I'll go ask the bartender about the crown thing."

Chef rubbed his chin thoughtfully as he looked over the emptying table. “Is there still food on the table?” He asked, to seemingly nobody.

“Erm, yes. There’s a hearty meat stew mostly-untouched, and a few thick slices of buttered bread,” Chad answered.

“Okay. I’ll finish that, and pack the rest. No need to waste food.”

“Very, ah… resourceful.”

“How does it taste?”

“Well, it’s very…” there was a clattering as Chad rolled some dice. “Rich.”

“That’s good,” Chef said, nodding as he munched on his piece of bread.

“Yes, well… meanwhile!”

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Milk arrived at the market; impressed upon discovering a bustling haven of merchantry and produce. She stood out with little effort, garnering more than a few interested glances towards the direction of the huge and busty cowgirl. The minotaur scanned the crowd, smiled, and reached out to pick a man up by the scruff of his collar. 

“Hi there, handsome,” she purred, holding him in front of her grinning face. “You look like a fan of big girls. I’m lookin’ for a little somethin’...”

A distant clatter of dice could be heard, as Milk put on her charms. The man stared down her deep brown cleavage and gulped. “I’m flattered, miss… but I’m afraid my wife is expecting me.” 

He slipped out of his shirt and scampered off, taking the occasional glance back at her massive chest. Milk sighed and tossed aside the shirt.

“Okay, one more try… maybe I’ll go less subtle.” 

Milk stepped out in front of another passing civilian, surprising him with the thunderous clop of her hoof. She squatted down and tugged on her top, letting the very edges of her nipples peek out of her armored top. “Hey, little man. Want me to ravage you? This cow’s in heat and I’ve got a biiig fetish for magical crowns.”

A bearded merchant looked her up and down, licking his lips as the sound of dice could be heard in the background. “I’m afraid I don’t know of any, miss, but if you’re looking for a bull… I’d be glad to buy your time.”

“Aw, nuts,” The cowgirl huffed, pouting as she looked off in the distance. “Well, I’d hate to waste the trip, so… go ahead.” The man grinned and helped himself to a couple handfuls of her chocolate-caramel tits, stuffing a few pieces of gold down her hefty cleavage. 

"I hope the others are having more luck..." Milk sighed, casually letting the man have his way with her bouncing brown udders.

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Pineapple lightly plucked at his small guitar as he wandered through the dark and damp alleyways of Duadinum. His slow-paced stroll was soon interrupted, however, as a cloaked figure paced behind him, slipping a masculine hand underneath the boy’s skirt and to give his juicy ass a squeeze. 

"We don’t see many pretty faces in this part o’ town," his sleazy voice hissed. "What’re you doin' in a place like this, beautiful?"

Pine gasped as the man gave him another good grope, only to push his hips back into the stranger's hand. The elf looked over his shoulder with a smile. "How lucky! You look like someone who can give me a poke in the right direction," he chimed, wiggling his plump bottom against him.

"Okay, guys. Seriously?" Cash frowned as Pineapple rolled his Seduction check.

"Cash, let them have their fun. You're talking to the bartender," Chad explained calmly. "I promise I'll get to you in a second."

"Yeah! I'm just having fun," Pineapple defended as he turned around and went to his knees. He pulled off his assailant's belt and gasped, admiring the man’s thick cock.

"I'll say we are!" the scoundrel agreed. The elf boy lightly took small licks beneath the head of his cock before taking the whole tip in his mouth. His soft lips and wet tongue ran around the tender head as he moaned at his little mouthful. His own erection - impressively large, and straining against the itty-bitty piece of cloth packaging it - throbbed excitedly in turn.

"Anything you wanna talk about while we fool around?" Pineapple offered. "You can run your mouth while I'm busy using mine."

"You're damn good at this, you little cocksuckin' slut," the guy groaned as he leaned back against a wall, pushing the boy's face back against his crotch.

"I was kinda hoping for a few secrets, actually..." Pineapple gave a sly grin and opened wide, fitting as much cock as he could inside of his mouth. He moaned and drooled, cupping the stranger's balls and shutting his eyes to focus on manipulating his tongue around his rod. The boy bobbed his head at a quickened pace and let the cloaked man grunt and lean further into the wall, who showed his appreciation by resting his hand on the elf boy’s head. 

Pineapple had an idea. He gave the man a firm squeeze, and prompted him pull his hair as he got more into the dirty deed. With his drool accumulating in his palm, his wet hands gently massaged the man's balls until he felt a quick throb, thrust and then ropes of alabaster squirt into his mouth. Pineapple gulped it down and smiled, letting some of the thick cum ran past his lips. He rubbed himself off for a little longer, taking long, practiced strokes until a similar pool of jizz grew along the alley floor.

"Holy shit... you elven sluts really know how to handle a dick," the man groaned. He gave Pineapple’ hair one more squeeze before letting go. He pulled up his pants and smirked as he nodded towards the kneeling boy. "Thanks, bitch. You know where to find me if you want another taste." The scoundrel hurried off as Pineapple looked at him in confusion.

"Hey... Hey! You were supposed to tell me about secret stuff!" he called after him, but the man was long gone. The boy sighed and got back up, dusting off his knees and skirt. 

As he turned around, he spotted something against the wall. The man had left in such a hurry he had forgotten his own belt... and the longsword that was attached to it. 

"Huh! Not what I was looking for..." Pineapple mused as he picked up the new weapon. "But nice! I hope everyone else is getting lucky today!"

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Cash walked up to the tavern counter, leaning onto the wood in front of the bartender. The man in front of her was a portly human with thinning hair.

"Alright, baldy," she scowled. "I know you heard that fairy. Have you heard anyone talking about a ‘crown of wisdom’ around here?"

"I don’t really pay attention to a customers' personal business," the bartender huffed. He looked her up and down as a smirk crossed his lips. "Though with a little persuasion, I could recall a little conversation I heard earlier..."

Cash gave Chadsworth a stern look. “I can do anything, right?”

“Anything you think your character would do, dear.”

“Alright.” She picked up the bag of dice, letting its contents tumble into her hand. “I’m going to punch the bartender.”

“Oho! A fun choice. Go ahead and roll, Cash.”

Cash gave a quick toss of the dice, watching steadily as they tumbled across the table. She frowned, and looked back at her Battle Master.

"I got a twenty. What does that mean?”

"In combat, that would mean a Critical Hit! It doesn’t work quite the same way here, but nevertheless… you succeed with flying colors."

Cash lurched over the counter, punching the bartender straight in the stomach. He doubled over with a pained wheeze, unable to retaliate as the dark mage dragged him halfway over the bar. She spun around and caught him in a standing headlock, summoning a wand to shove in his face. 

"Listen, bitch. If I’m fucking someone in this podunk town, it sure as hell ain’t gonna be you. Now - tell me where the crown is, or I’m blasting you with the most magic-fuckin’-missile you’ve ever seen."

“O-Okay, okay! I get it! I-It’s the Red Knight! I heard his men talking about that crown just the other day!” The bartender wailed.

“Red--? Who the hell is the ‘Red Knight’?”

“H-He’s a wicked warlord who lives in the Crimson Castle to the east!”

Cash thought for a moment. “Like… straight east, or ‘east-ish’? I need proper directions here, tubby.”

“East b-by south-east,” he choked, struggling as the mage squeezed a little harder.

“Thank you,” she sighed, letting him go. The large man fell to the floor, gasping and scrambling back to the kitchens. “Everyone likes making this shit so damn difficult. Just tryin’ to do a quest here, people!” 

Cash turned to Chef, who had finished cleaning up the table. 

“Chef! You catch all of that?”

“I did. You looked pretty cool.”

“...Yeah. Yeah, I was kinda cool, huh?” Cash smirked to herself as Chef approached; he had a pack slung over his shoulder and a bundle of leftovers wrapped up in a napkin. 

“You know,” she continued. “Games like this never let you do that kinda fun shit. Let’s go find Team Seduction and pack it up. We’ve got a crown to save.”

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“Soup’s good,” Boss reported, giving a huff as she sat her large butt back on the couch. “What’d I miss?”

Chef shrugged. "Not too much. Cash put a man in a headlock, Milk got groped for money, and Pineapple gave a blowjob for a sword."

"...What?"

"Is that not normal?"

"Upon further inspection, it looks to be a magic sword!" Chad added.

“Ooh, I like magic!” Pineapple chirped, wiping his mouth as he caught up with the departing party. Before long, Milk had arrived too, passing a few coins out to the rest of the group.

The fairy fluttered after them and groaned. “If this is for the stream… on second thought, don’t tell me.” She flew into Chef’s pocket and curled up inside. “Just give me a poke if you need any more fairy shit.” 

The party marched out from Duadinum into the rolling hills beyond, taking care to swerve by the more-avoidable monsters roaming about. The day had gone by without much trouble, and it wasn’t well into the afternoon before Chef stopped in his tracks.

“Do you guys see that?” He asked, furrowing his brow.

“See what?” 

“I’m not quite sure. What exactly do I see?”

Chef gave a trained look further down the road, where a dozen small figures stood through their intended path. There were some upturned boxes and wagons blocking the main road, providing a more intimidating visual than the minute mystery-men obstructing their way. 

These figures - upon further inspection - were only three or four feet tall, coming in various shades of green. They packed little knives and clubs, wearing red bandanas and crude, scrappy clothes made of animal leather. Goblins.

“They look like trouble.”

“Well, let’s not be too hasty,” Pineapple urged. “Maybe they’re friendly?”

“They… They have knives. They also overturned a cart.”

“It could be a misunderstanding! What if they just want to have fun?”

“They do look like they know how to party,” Cash mused. “C’mon. They’re goblins. If things go south, we can just, like, blow them up.”

“Oh! I know!” Pineapple pulled out his guitar. “I’ll use my, uh… ‘Skillful Song’ to give a bonus to your Speech, Chef. You can go negotiate with them while we watch your back.”

Chef looked at the guitar, and then back at the jabbering goblins. He shrugged, took a deep breath, and began walking ahead as their bard plucked out a quick solo. “Good luck!”

The big-eared creatures were quick to take notice, hopping up to look as intimidating as they could (not very). Their - apparent - leader, a chubby little female, stepped up with a fanged smirk on her face.

“Well, well, well! Looks like we’s got another humie!” She sat two clenched fists upon her wide hips - goblin or not, she was surprisingly full-figured for such a small lady. “So - are you’s gonna pay the toll, or do we’s have to swipe yer gizzard?”

“Neither of those things, thanks,” Chef said. “My friends and I just wanted to pass by without getting into a fight. Is that okay?” Another clatter of dice hit the table. He saw the lead goblin’s eyes widen as he waited for the results.

“Hm! This one’s kinda cute! Nab ‘im for the collection!”

“Wait, collection--?”

The head goblin snapped her fingers, and a large net was tossed over the unprepared monk. He kicked and pushed against it, but the material seemed magically tough. A few of the bandits grabbed one end and ran back off towards the woods, dragging him behind. 

“Guys, I’m ready to say you were wrong about all of this,” he called back calmly.

“Damn it - okay, let’s fuckin’ do this!” With one flick of her wrist, Cash teleported into the scene; appearing in a puff of black smoke on top of the ruined cart. She promptly kicked one of the goblins in the chin and sent him flying off.  

“O-Okay, um… I’m going berserk!” Milk hurried along to meet the crew at the blockade. “And, uh-- I’ll use Battlecry… so…!” She cleared her throat and roared, ramming right through a nearby rock, shattering it into rubble. 

“Y’ALL BETTER PUT UP A GOOD FIGHT, OR I’MMA RIP OUT YER HEARTS AND EAT ‘EM, YA LIL’ MILK MAIDS!” 

The gathering of goblins shrieked and panicked as Milk gave a solid swing with her hammer. A good ‘thump’ confirmed metal against flesh, and the poor green mook involved in the transaction was soon sent soaring through the air. Another opportunistic goblin swung his club and smacked her on the ass, sending it jiggling around beneath her armored loincloth. 

“Ow! C’mere, you varmint--!” Milk grabbed the shrieking goblin, who let out a panicked yelp as she shoved his face between her tits. He sunk into her cleavage - restrained - as the minotaur swung towards the others.

Pineapple hung back and plucked at his guitar, focused entirely on buffing the team. In an instant, he found himself aggressed when a scar-faced goblin charged with a dagger in hand. 

“Oh, crap!” he chirped, grabbing for the sword he’d picked up earlier. He gave the hilt a few hard tugs - and launched it out of the sheathe a few feet away. “That’s what I get for skimping out on my Swordplay skill…! Um… Um! I cast Obsession on the goblin!” 

A spray of pink and red sparkles flew from his guitar strings, buffeting the goblin in a flurry of color. The goblin, seemingly unaffected, pounced and rolled the elf bard onto his stomach.

“I-It didn’t work!?” He yelped.

“I didn’t say it didn’t work,” A voice advised as Pineapple felt the thick bulge of his goblin pushing against his back entrance. The elf boy shivered and gasped as the bandit flipped up his skirt and stuffed a lubricated green cock into his ass. Pineapple gripped the grass beneath him and bit his lip - all thing considered, it was better than getting a knife stuck inside him. Before long, his massive cock grew against his pudgy belly, throbbing at the prospect of being rubbed between a soft place and the firm, cool ground. He moaned and arched his hips, raising them high enough to let the goblin fuck him a little deeper.

“Hey, should we help him?” Cash asked, zapping another goblin with a blast of black energy. There was another clatter of dice as she furrowed her brow. 

“Or not. On second thought, these goblins are really into humping shit. If we let them think we’re part of their breeding stock, they’ll leave us alone.”

“Well, that does sound easier than fighting them…” Milk pondered. She pulled the goblin out from between her tits and tugged at his tattered pants; exposing the green chub he had worked up as he gasped for air in the bovine fighter’s rack. Milk held him up a little higher and stuffed his cock between her rack, bouncing him up and down with a learned grip. 

The goblin manages a few pathetic squeaks, but before long, they become happy grunts of approval. She bounced him around like a ragdoll in her grip, leaving her barely-armored tits to jiggle up and down with him. Her breasts were nearly the size of his whole body, leaving his cock positively dwarfed by those dark, pillowy udders. It definitely felt better than being smacked and poked in the butt with clubs and daggers - even when his pudgy green dick spurted a blast of warm cum across her boobs. 

Sure enough, as the little bandit went limp and dozed off in her grasp, the others had turned their attention towards the party’s mage. The ever-gothic Nightwitch zapped one goblin with a short burst of lightning from her wand as another left a slice up the thigh of her dress.

“Damn it - you little assholes; I’m level one! Spell-slots don’t grow on trees, you know!” 

One goblin, seeing an opportunity, tackled Cash off the cart and into the dirt. He drooled and snapped at her, swinging clumsily as she raised her arm to fend him off. 

“Eugh. Gross. Let’s just get this over with.” She shoved her hand under his loincloth and grabbed him by the dangling bit he found there, jerking him off with quick, curt gestures. The goblin croaked happily as she worked his tiny cock, no intention to retaliate as he sat and enjoyed the witch’s hasty quickie. He didn’t last long before a hasty squeal annunciated the small load he let loose over her arm.

“Fuck,” Cash grunted, pushing him off as the goblin curled up in a happy heap. She wiped a few lumps of goblin jizz off her dark dress. “This is what I get for giving a handjob in all black.” 

On the other hand, the plan had worked - the few remaining goblins completely ignored them once they were covered in cum. Milk and Cash’s characters cleaned themselves off - Pineapple’s bard, on the other hand, enjoyed himself more thoroughly as he got into his dominating partner.

“Do you want us to help your character, um, Pineapple?” Milk asked politely.

“Hm? Oh, don’t worry about me! He’s just going to enjoy himself~!”

“Sure. We’re gonna go get Chef back,” Cash dismissed, jerking her thumb towards the woods. By the time they found him, he was tied up against a tree stump in the midst of what looked like an actual goblin camp. His clothes had been hastily pulled off by the goblin leader, who was happily sucking him off. 

Chef had tried to squirm out of the ropes, but with a failed roll and multiple goblins on either side, he was firmly stuck. One goblin girl in particular had climbed up onto his lap, reaching around to grope his firm, boyish ass. Another had taken the opportunity to mount his face, lifting up her loincloth to hump him with her dripping wet snatch.

“Nyaha~! He’s a squirmer,” the one sitting on his face commented.

“He sure is! He’d make a good husband for the tribe, don’tcha think~!?” Their leader flashed Chef a wide grin as she slurped on his cock.

The poor monk’s shirt had been tossed aside, waking the fairy up with a start. The goblins, too wrapped up in their lust, failed to notice as she fluttered out of a pocket with a yawn.

“Sorry, I dozed off for a minute there. Did I miss--” She stopped herself upon seeing Chef’s less-than-worksafe predicament. “Damn it. Hey, guys - wanna do something about this!?”

“Got it, boss.” Cash stepped out from behind a tree. “I’m sure this is hot and all, but…” 

The brooding witch yanked off a thick branch and stepped up to bat, whacking a goblin over the head. The green-skinned bandit squeaked in surprise, giving Chef space to breathe as she flopped harmlessly onto the floor. The other goblins looked up just in time to see Milk raise her hammer, only to be just as quickly dispatched with one firm swing. One goblin had their noggin knocked down hard enough to fit the rest of Chef’s cock into her tiny mouth - Chef, embarrassed, shot a thick burst of cum down her throat before she off fell unconscious.

“Thanks,” Chef sighed.

“For the rescue, or for helping them finish your character off?” Cash asked with a smirk. “Oh-- Hold that thought; this rope’s magic as fuck. No wonder you couldn’t get out. I’m gonna keep this.” 

They picked through the camp, gathering a few trinkets and supplies for extra cash. Equivalent payment  for their impromptu sexual favors, or so it seemed. On the way back, they found their elf bard and stealthed past the few remaining goblins that weren’t unconscious or sleeping. Upon quick pace, they would reach their destination soon… but not without one more obstacle to overcome.

“That sounds foreboding,” Pineapple added. Chad winked, and began flipping through a large book.

“If only you knew…”

---

They traveled well into the afternoon, admiring the landscape as rolling green hills became a dark and forested scene. The first few tracks into thick, goopy mud had confirmed the party’s suspicions - they had entered a murky swamp. The muck did little to hide their tracks, but they knew it would mean the same for any creature nearby. A roll wasn’t necessary - something was definitely stalking them through the swamp--

“W-Woah! No, bad kitty!” Pineapple squealed as he reached across the table. Boss’ cat was batting at his character’s miniature.

“Mortimer, you little punk. C’mere,” Boss grumbled, as she scooped up the cat around the middle. “Sorry, I’ll get them to calm down.” She lugged the puffy cat away as Chad’s phone started to ring.

“Do pardon me; I should take this,” Chad excused as he stepped off into the kitchen.

“Cool,” Cash added. The impromptu intermission gave the crew time to refill drinks and hit the bathroom. “What do you think, Chef? Game’s kinda fun.”

“It’s pretty interesting, yeah. I didn’t know B&B had so much sex in it.”

“Oh, uh - I don’t think it does,” Cash said, chuckling. “Just a combination of Chad and this livestreaming thing.” 

Chad returned a minute later, switching his phone back off. “Apologies for the delay - that was Tips, actually. She can’t make it, but we thought of a way to include her.”

“So - where was I? Ah, yes…”

“Gyahaha~!! What do we have here? Some tasty-looking adventurers, I see!” 

A freckled, red-skinned woman flew out from amongst the trees to aggress the party. Her leathery bat-like wings flapped about, giving a billowy effect to her bushy black tresses. To complete the look, a pointed tail wiggled behind the demon’s juicy red butt, framed by a spiky thong to match her bikini top.

“You don’t say,” Cash muttered, raising an eyebrow.

“You guys must have a lot o’ balls just waltzing into the haunted swamp of the Tipsubus!” The demon gloated as she hovered over their heads. “At least… I sure hope you do! Gyahaha!”

Milk stepped to the front with her warhammer at the ready as Cash summoned a plume of black fire into her hands. “We won’t give you the chance, demon!”

“Hm~? Don’t worry, girls! I’ve got some fun for you too! Abra-ca-tentacle!” 

With a wave of her clawed hand, several ropey green tentacles began oozing out of the swamp. The chubby minotaur gave a yelp and swung at one, smashing it to bits - but not before several more had wrapped dutifully around her legs and tits. “Gross-gross-gross!! Let go!” She whined, watching as several thick tentacles shot right up her friend’s dress. 

Cash gasped and found herself flipped upside down, dangled by her legs as her robes flipped up to show her lacey black panties. She began to murmur, trying to pull some magic words together when one of them shoved their way into her mouth. She gagged and coughed; the mage soon finding herself getting face-fucked in front of her party. To make matters worse, she felt her panties ripped off by one particularly opportunistic tentacle. 

Things were about to get messy.

“Wow!” Pineapple puffed. “I’m a little jealous, but it’s a good thing that spell can’t reach us - am I right, Che-- Mmf!” Pine found himself accosted by the lewd succubus as Tips flew down and cupped his face, shoving a thick and slimy tongue down his throat. The red-headed bard melted into the embrace, shaking at the legs as he leaned into the kiss, opening his mouth wider to let Tips have her way with him. Her clawed hand went down his skirt and looked for his cock - something very, very easy to find. By the time she pulled her tongue back out, Pine was stumbling about, giving her a mindlessly-dopey grin.

“And you’re drained for five points of damage,” Chadsworth added. “This is a battle, after all.”

“Yummy! I just love the taste of a slut’s HP,” Tips cackled. “So - why don’t you whip it out, and we can get straight to the good part? I promise the swamp leeches aren’t too-- yowch!!” 

Tips winced as her wings gave out, dropping her straight to the ground. Chef was at the ready, hurling forks at Tips’ weak points. He had a large, shield-like wok in one arm, and held a frying pan like a reverse-gripped dagger.

“Hmph! Not what I meant by ‘whip it out’, but if you want a turn so badly...” Tips grinned, licking a foot-long tongue over her fangs. Chef braced as the demon lunged towards him. 

-

“I guess this isn’t that bad - it’s just like getting groped by Tips at work,” Milk admitted as she played around with her set of tentacles. She managed to snap one or two with her sheer bulk, but there were at least ten of the sturdy things still groping and pulling at her. In the struggle, one had successfully torn off her top, while another wrapped around an exposed breast, squeezing it until milk began to dribble out. The minotaur swung at a few, leaving two to catch her by the wrist, pulling her down until Milk found herself left on all fours. She had seen enough hentai to know where this was going.

“Oh, dear.”

Milk (her character, that is) gasped in pleasure as a pair of the throbbing appendages slowly worked their way into her vulnerable pussy. It wasn’t long before the hefty minotaur was excitedly mooing alongside each thrust, as their lust-inducing chemicals overcame her impressive endurance.

-

Chef found himself backed into a tight corner. He fought against Tips’ blade-like claws, parrying them with his wok while taking every opening as an opportunity to smack her across the ass with his frying pan. One clever strike to the bottom gave Tips pause; her yelp echoing through the swamp as she rubbed her ass in pain. With a twist of her hips, her barbed boobs smacked Chef across the face, leaving a scar against his cheek. 

“Ouch - I thought those spikes were just for show,” He grunted. “You never said they were weapons...”

“Oh, they’re weapons, all right,” Boss grumbled from inside of his pocket.

“Didn’t you know? I’m full of surprises~!” Tips giggled, diving back down to meet his shield. Chef took a swing at her with his other arm, but Tips ducked under, sliding through the mud. On the way down, she caught his pants and yanked them off, taking the chance to fit his cock directly into her waiting mouth. 

She sucked noisily, bobbing her head back and forth to bring her foe to full hardness - an easy feat for this particular succubus. Chef found himself dropping his gear just to hold onto Tips’ hair - it was the most he could manage to keep himself standing. However, the impromptu hair-pull only encouraged her further.

“G-Get off, foul demon,” Chef groaned, grabbing fist-fulls of Tips’ wavy locks.

“You first, handsome~,” Tips giggled, running her lengthy tongue along his shaft and balls. He felt his cock slide neatly between her fangs without any real harm, but his strength was quickly fading as she began to literally suck the life out of him. Tips gave him a devilish smile - this fight would soon be over, leaving her with a tasty reward.

“W-Wait,” Chef pleaded urgently. “I’m about to-- I’m gonna…!” Tips smiled wickedly. Chef, with nothing else to lose, blurted out the only thing he could think of. 

“W-Wouldn’t you rather take it in your pussy!?”

“...Oh! Good idea!” Tips said brightly, pulling her mouth away to break the vaccuum-like seal around Chef’s cock. The poor boy doubled over, holding his sensitive, drool-laden cock in his hand.. “I wouldn’t be living here if I didn’t like things a little messy! Gyahaha~!” 

Tips turned around and yoinked off her bottoms, sliding her fingers across her pussy to spread it out for the weakened monk. Chef obediently slid himself inside her surprisingly warm snatch and started pumping against her soft and yielding butt. Even with the thick cushion, he found himself able to stuff her pussy effectively, especially as her hips started pumping back against his. 

“Aw, hell yeah~! You’ve been practicing, haven’t you?” Chef grunted as he humped her from behind, smacking her big and tempting booty with an annoyed expression. 

“Ooh!! Do that again, boy! I wanna feel it all over!”

“Well, you asked for it.” 

Chef grabbed her ass with both hands and shoved her off. Tips let out a startled shriek, looking back to find herself falling towards her own mass of tentacles. Her flailing, half-naked body quickly got tangled up amongst the horny appendages as they gathered around her - leaving the other two girls unharmed. Tips was appeased - grabbing one of the tentacles to jerk it off, another slithered against her ass. Then there was another, and another, and another...

“Whoa-- Easy, boys! There’s enough of me to- WOW!! C-Careful around the backdoor! I like your spunk, Tentacle #7! Gyahahaha~!!” 

“...Is it right to leave her like this?” Milk asked, taking a sip from her glass.

Chef shrugged. “She looks pretty happy about the arrangement. Plus; we succeeded at sex-ing our way past the enemy.” 

“You... do know that’s not the point of the game, right?” Cash asked.

“Why not?” he asked. “It’s worked against everything else so far.”

“That’s true...” Milkbar admitted. “Besides, wouldn’t a warlock with a dark, sexy backstory be sorta into fucking everyone? Just think about it; what would make your evil parents angrier - blowing up everyone you meet, or giving out handjobs to a bunch of goblins?”

Cash broke into a smirk. “I guess you got a point…” 

Cash reached over and smacked the spellbound (and very erect) Pineapple in the back of the head. “Come on. Let’s get out this swamp already - we’ve got a knight to fuck.”

“Oh. Okay!” Pineapple said cheerily. “Can we like, rest or something though? I lost a lot of HP from all that.” 

“Ahem.” 

As the party emerged from the swamp, there stood a veiled woman in clean, holy robes; someone had awaited for their arrival. She waved to them while holding a small paper bag in her other hand. 

“How convenient!” Chad clapped. “A wandering priestess happens to be passing by to offer you herbs and magic for those wounds.”

“Right. Those would be mine,” Boss muttered. 

The fairy flew out of Chef’s pocket and picked up the paper bag, taking out a bottle of fairy-sized pills. 

“Thanks for stopping by, PB. Appreciate the special delivery.”

“No problem.” 

The cleric gave a thumbs up, glowing with a divine light. Before you know it, the muck and scrapes vanish from your bodies. She hopped back on her dark mount, revved the engine twice and sped off down the road.

“Real subtle, Chad,” said Cash.

“It only seemed fair. Now, as you leave the swamp, the Crimson Castle comes into view…”

---

The towering fortress of red brick stood at the foot of a nearby mountain, framed by dark storm clouds rolling in overhead. A quick spell from Pine pulled the main gates open, and the crew found themselves inside a peculiar empty-looking castle. 

They went looking down halls and up flights of stairs until Milk’s hefty hoof pushed in one of the random tiles. She hardly had time to manage a “Huh--?” before the stone started to vibrate beneath her, making her curves wobble around - and her babbling voice quiver with it. She tried to hug her chest to keep it still, but the vibrations continued to focus around her hips. Her lips parted and she moaned uncontrollably, until Cash threw up her hands to levitate her off the still-vibrating square. “You okay there, Milk?”

“O-Oh, um, yeah…” Milk muttered, tugging on her loincloth as some cum ran down her leg. 

“Got a little distracted by all the, uh… th-there’s traps here, guys,” she muttered, blushing over her sudden and powerful orgasm.

“Yeah, no kidding. Anyone got any Trapping skills?” Cash asked. She turned to check on the others as Chef started up the stairs. There was another clicking sound as his foot pushed one of the steps inward. 

“Didn’t think so,” Cash muttered as some slots opened up in the wall. Chef managed to backflip out of the way as several foot-long dildos rocketed out of the holes - but Pineapple wasn’t so quick, as one whacked him in the jaw and sent him tumbling down the stairs.

“Sorry, Pine! Are you okay?” Chef called after him.

“Y-Yeah!” he answered, sounding a little loopy. “Not the first time I’ve been dicked in the mouth by a hole in the wall. Plus...” He picked up the big black projectile and stuck it into his pack. “...Free dildo.”

Chef nodded and made his way down after him - but not before he heard another click. He winced and dove away as a spray of unnaturally green acid poured down from above. With a quick ‘hiss’, it began to burn at the edges of his clothes, prompting him to hastily throw off his clothes to spare his skin and equipment. He was left standing in nothing but a pair of simple briefs. "Maybe we should find a safe way to investigate this place.”

"Already on it." Cash summoned a large, spectral black hand, motioning for the party to cram together on top of its palm. With everyone on board, it took off, flying through the rest of the castle. 

When the hand’s oversized knuckles shoved open the door to the throne room, they found themselves face-to-face with their enemies. Four crude humanoids were made of stone, standing around the throne protectively. The golems had large heavy limbs and stocky bodies, with a notable cylindrical growth between their legs made of slightly more rubbery material than the rest of them. Behind the guards was a tall and imposing figure in bright red armor. His face was hidden by a visored helmet and a large battle axe rested patiently in his hands.

Commanding this evil crew was a sorceress, wearing a sheer black dress that clung to her body. A long, low V of exposed skin went down to her navel, showing off a pair of petite breasts. Her red hair was tied into twintails, each with a spiked skull hair tie. She held a long staff in her hand with a suspiciously-shiny gold crown at the head. Definitely the main villain.

"Mwahaha~! Well, would you look at this? Some lowly adventurers have come to throw themselves at my pretty little feet! I must admit; few things are quite as exciting as a humbled hero!" She gloated haughtily.

“Hey, doesn’t that look kinda like the owner of Thot Wi--”

“All resemblances to existing people are purely coincidental,” Chad added.

With a telltale clatter of dice, Pineapple gasped. "Oh, nuts! That's Lady Crimson, the witch of Crimson Castle! Apparently she did a piece in Wet Witches Monthly - man, I wouldn’t be able to forget a dick like that."

"Wait, a what--?" Cash checked the curve of her snug-fitting dress - and sure enough, there was a bulge between her legs. "Huh. Wicked."

"W-What about the rock guys?" Milk pressed.

"Oh, those are seed golems," Pine reported curtly. "They're animated from the life force in their big ol' dicks. One shot from those babies, and they crumble like a virgin at an orgy."

Cash winced at the idea of taking something that big inside of her, but Milk put away her hammer and stepped up. "As long as those dicks aren’t made of rock, I’ve got the stamina for it. I'll keep them entertained. You guys got the rest?"

"I got dibs on the knight!" Pineapple pulled out the large magic sword and aimed it at him with a cheery smile.

"Okay. Chef, looks like you and me are in charge of the wiener-witch of the west."

"That’s a little transphobic," Chef muttered. Cash gave him a wry look. "What?" 

-

The four moved in with Milk leading the charge. The golems moved to intercept the big and beefy target as she darted off to one side, breaking their defensive line. With a high-pitched shout, Pineapple gave a big clumsy swing of his sword that clashed with the Red Knight's axe. Pine's attack couldn’t budge the bigger man, but the bard still managed to push down on the gem of the magic weapon.

"Nudify!" Pineapple called out. The blade radiated a bright white light and the Red Knight's armor vanished in a flash. In his place stood a buff, naked man with scarred, tanned skin. He was unarmed, and very confused.

"Finally! You're the first person I've gone up against who's wearing actual clothes," Pineapple winked as he eyed up the man's heavy, hanging package. "Not that I'm complaining."

"Hmph. You think that’ll stop me?" The grim-looking guard smacked the blade out of Pineapple's hands. He grabbed Pine by a handful of red hair and pulled him into his grasp. Pine blushed as his erection poked out from under his skirt and rubbed against his attacker. The sheer size of Pine's footlong made the knight hesitate, so as long as they were both unarmed... 

Pine threw his arms around his neck and kissed him.

-

Chef and Cash made their moves on the witch. Lady Crimson threw hot, hefty fireballs where they stood, but they were no match for Chef’s nimble movements and Cash’s deflection spells. When they got close enough for a melee, Chef flipped over the sorceress’ head and held her arms behind her back, looping his legs around her thighs. A quick tug landed both of them on their backs , leaving Lady Crimson on top and exposed. 

"I have her hands busy, Cash," Chef reported calmly. "Now - fuck her into submission."

Cash opened her mouth to object - a crackling ball of lightning already in her hand. The warlock looked at the two of them, shrugged and closed her hand to dismiss the spell. 

"Yeah, whatever. Why break a hot streak?" 

Cash got to her knees and tore off the bottom of Crimson's dress, confirming everything the bulge promised. A long and slender erection bounced out from the remains of her dress, only stopping its hypnotic wobbling when Cash took it into her mouth. With one hand at the base, the dark witch rolled her tongue around head, savoring her assailant’s twitches of pleasure.

"How dare you--!? You come into my castle and strip my guard, fuck my minions, and now… Oh, n-now..." 

The writhing queen slipped out a moan, letting herself rub against Chef's erection. She started to pump her hips along with Cash's sucking, giving Chef the opportunity to join in with grateful thrusts.

-

Elsewhere, the golems had dog-piled Milk and brought her to her knees. Fortunately for her, the beefy cowgirl was right where she wanted to be. Their massive pricks pushed against her face and breasts - and while they looked to be rock-textured, they felt more like the toys she hid at home.

Before long, Milk was sloppily taking two in her mouth, trapping another between her tits. Milk hugged her cocoa-skinned pillows to titfuck the golem while she jerked off the last (but not least) golem in her mighty hand. This golem, unsatisfied, slipped from Milk’s grip to pull at her hair from behind. Milk simply laughed and thrusted her hefty hips backward. The golem was crushed against the wall, cracking both its body and the castle itself as Milk literally smashed his cock with a few hundred pounds of minotaur booty. The golem sputtered and shook before crumbling to rubble, only the shaft remaining stuck in her pussy as it spurted its remaining life juices into her. Milk's eyes rolled and she bit her lips. "Whoops, sorry! I’ve got to be quick - there’s three more of you, after all! Oh! Unless..."

With a deep breath, Milk wrapped her mighty udders around all three of the golems' cocks. She squeezed both of her tits and pumped them firmly enough that she could hear the rubbery shafts squeaking together. The golems began to spasm in pleasure, but were holding out to defend themselves - that is, until Milk pushed her mouth over them, taking all three of the artificial cocks inside. It was a tight fit, but the burst of warm, bright goo soon flooding her mouth confirmed that her trick definitely paid off. The minotaur gagged and coughed as she fell back, spitting out the three constructed dicks, pumping her fist in victory while the team finished up their own duels.

-

"You like that, you little slut?" The Red Knight snarled, holding Pineapple's arms behind his back. He stuffed his cock into the bard's soft rear, plowing the femboy deeper.

"Oh~! Hell yes!" Pineapple cooed. "Nothing like a big man to teach me a lesson!" 

The Red Knight furrowed his brow and grabbed Pine by his cushiony thighs, lifting him into the air with two big and powerful arms. Pine squeaked as he was held down; suspended by nothing but the warrior’s strength… and dick. "Yes, yes! Just like that! Harder, daddy!" Pineapple moaned, bouncing his ass to push the knight in deeper.

"I'm trying to defeat you, you idiot! You're supposed to give up!" The knight grunted as he gripped his foe’s thighs tighter.

"Oh, really? Maybe you should try squeezing my balls a little - that’ll really show me!" 

The Red Knight cocked an eyebrow, but tried it regardless. His hand moved to give the boy’s sack a firm squeeze, getting a shrill whine out of Pineapple. He almost thought it had worked… until Pineapple squirted a bucketful of cum over his lap and into his attacker's hand.

"Damn it! What does it take to break you!?" The Red Knight grunted, his muscular body starting to sweat as he kept fucking Pine's juicy boy-butt.

"Breaking me? I don’t remember agreeing to that~!" 

Pineapple wiggled his booty back and forth until his ass cheeks clapped together, adding a layer of vibration that squeezed the warrior’s cock into a fountain of pleasure. "Sorry, handsome! If you thought I was the one stuck on your dick, then you should get a reality check - you're the one stuck in me!" 

He leaned his head back far enough to kiss the knight on the mouth, teasing his tongue between his lips until the thick dick throbbed between his cheeks. Pine threw his body up in pleasure as the shot of hot jizz poured deep into his ass, falling promptly as the knight collapsed in his own sweaty heap.

"Aw, what's the matter? Don't tell me you're a one-and-done kind of guy," Pineapple pleaded, disappointed in his enemy's stamina.

"I can't believe it," Red Knight panted. “How do I… With you…?”

"Try rolling a bard next time," Pine giggled. He picked up his guitar and gave one quick, musical swing to the face to put the knight out cold.

-

Cash had moved ahead, lifting up the dark fabrics of her skirt to slide the evil queen’s shaft inside of her pussy. The gothic mage left a grunt of approval as she bounced up and down, pumping the magical cock deeper inside herself with every thrust. Chef, in turn, had slid out from behind Lady Crimson, fondling and rolling the sorceress’ small breasts as he let Cash handle her hips. Crimson had lost all interest in fighting back - a decision she gave no mind to as she kissed and sucked on Chef's hanging balls and hard cock.

In the heat of the moment, Cash found herself leaning down to join in sucking Chef off. The spellcasters' mouths kissed together briefly, tongues rolling over the lucky boy’s cock before Chef thrust himself into Cash's mouth. She gave him a stern look as the three repositioned themselves; Cash soon on all fours as Chef fucked her mouth and Lady Crimson pumped her pussy from behind. 

Cash grunted, her eyes rolled back, feeling her orgasm building thanks to the two pulsing cocks inside her. She started to push her hips back onto Crimson before sliding her mouth deeper onto Chef's cock, forming a steady rhythm on both sides. Cash finally let out a long, low moan letting her body ride through her orgasm. Her pussy clenched around the evil witch's dick and her lips tightened around Chef's. Her pale, shivering figure pushed her partners over the edge, making them cum in both sides of her until their seed leaked from her lips and pussy.

"F-Fuck," Cash gasped, once her mouth was cleared from Chef's wet prick. "Oh wow, fuck yeah… and yoink~!" She turned towards Lady Crimson, plucking the Crown of Wisdom from her staff. Twirling it on her finger, she addressed the rest of her (exhausted) party. 

"Alright, losers," she said, propping herself up against the throne. "Quest over. Let's head home."

"Ohh… you can keep it," Lady Crimson moaned, spread eagle on the floor as her cock oozed out a few last drops. "I'm more satisfied right now than that crown would ever make me."

"Maybe, just maybe," Pineapple said as he walked over, his semi-hard member bouncing in the open air. "The REAL treasure was the friends and dicks we found along the way!"

"Nope," Boss answered as she floated out of Chef's pocket. "Magical crown. Very literal treasure. I'll be taking that." 

Cash, casually tossing the crown up and down, had it snatched in midair by the tiny, fairy-shaped Boss. 

"Mission successful. Now - this fairy's meds are kicking in, so I'm gonna go collapse into my fairy bed. Good quest, guys - and good night." Boss flew into a nearby bedchamber with the crown, with the sound of snoring soon to follow.

"So that's it, right?" Cash asked as she slid the last of the chips into her mouth. "We won the game?"

"Ah, but my dear Cash - that's the beauty of B&B," Chad winked. "The game is never truly over. Just like life itself, there are always more stories to tell.”

“What do you mean?” 

“Well, while the Crimson Castle is left... satisfied, there are many more dangers to encounter - more allies to meet, and perhaps even lovers that you’ll one day cross paths with. On another day like this, I hope you’ll join me in finding them." Chad closed up his notebook and smiled. 

"Oh - but for now, that’s one hundred battle-points for everyone, and I think we have troubled our manager and hostess enough. As much of a delight as it was to play with you all, we have work tomorrow."

"Some of us do," Cash corrected as she started gathering empty cans. "But… yeah. It was super cool once you get into it."

"I had a lot of fun," Milk said cheerily.

Pineapple nodded happily as he put away some of the miniatures. "I thought it was really cool when you knocked the succubus into her own tentacles, Chef! Also… sorry if you got tangled up in our sexiness. It might not have been the experience you wanted, but..."

Chef looked at him blankly, and shrugged. "I had a great time. When are we playing next?"

---

After a long night of rest, Boss had made a full recovery. She showed up at work the next day to find Chef in the break room, fiddling on his phone while waiting for his shift to start. 

"So... Chef. I want to talk to you about yesterday's game."

"You were too sick to play with us, it’s okay." he answered simply. “Don’t worry about it.”

"No, not that! I mean that, uh... B&B isn't usually that dirty. You should try playing a regular, non-sexy version with us sometime."

Chef paused as he thought about it. "I had fun, but that sounds like fun too. Whenever you guys have a space open, I’d like to try it out." He smiled. “Without the livestream.”

Boss nodded and reached into her backpack, handing Chef a rulebook for the 8th Edition of Behemoths & Booty. "Before they corrupt you too much, I thought I'd let you read the real thing.”

"Thanks, Boss." 

Boss nodded and went back to work. She got along with Chef well enough - he was a nice guy, and the girls definitely liked him. Sometimes, it was hard to read his more-than-subtle expressions, but as she saw him later that day with the book propped up by his workstation, she felt that she understood him just a little bit better.