The Sorcerer's Pet Pt. 4 (Dungeons & Dragons) (Patreon)

Poll Winner

Themes: Master/Slave, Anal, Rough Sex

Summary: Part 4 of The Sorcerer's Pet. Nethie's perceptiveness saved the party from a rather embarrassing ambush. It seemed only fair to reward the kinky little Tiefling and he knew just what she wanted... being used as little more than 'a collection of holes'. Thanks to the party's new healer, he had near-bottomless stamina and no need to fear leaving his very willing 'slave' too sore at the end.

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“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”

Today had been a close call, Alfred can’t help thinking. Even as he grips tightly at Nethie’s horns and drags her up and down his cock, railing her throat nonstop, he’s more than a little distracted. The adrenaline is still in his system because he’s not stupid… he knows how lucky they got. Well, not just lucky.

To be fair, as an adventuring party, they could expect danger on every job and around every turn. They had Nethie and Isabella on their frontline, with Isabella to take the blows and Nethie to deal them. Then they had him in the back alongside Clarissa now, with him utilizing offensive magic and the brunette Aasimar utilizing defensive magic.

The four of them made a good team… no, they made a great time. And as a result of being damn good at what they did, they found themselves taking on harder and harder missions.

Of course, today’s mission was supposed to be a cakewalk. And in the end, that’s precisely what it had turned out to be. Only… it almost hadn’t been.

None of them had ever really thought they were growing notorious enough to warrant traps and ambushes being set up for them, but today Alfred had been disabused of the notion that they were still small time. Someone had either leaked their whereabouts or the mission request had been a trap from the very beginning, because they’d almost walked face first into a rather embarrassing ambush.

It made some semblance of sense. Not only were they making bigger and bigger waves with their successes, but also… the makeup of their team was a little too valuable to ignore. A Draconic Bloodline Sorcerer, a Tiefling Rogue, a Paladin Noble, and an Aasimar Healer. They were, all of them, worth a lot of coin to the right people, be it ransom for someone like Isabella, or enslavement for him and the other girls.

If they could be captured alive and broken in, then those who wanted to could make use of them for all sorts of things until they were deemed ‘used up’ and tossed to the wayside.

Now, Alfred couldn’t say for certain that they would have failed to survive the ambush if it had gone off without a hitch, to be fair. They were all plenty powerful in their own rights, and just being caught by surprise wouldn’t have necessarily been enough to take them all down. But there was certainly a high chance of one of them being injured beyond what Clarissa could necessarily heal.

Fortunately, it hadn’t come to that. Nethie had actually been the one to detect the trap ahead of time, seeing the signs of ambush for what they were and giving the rest of them warning. In doing so, she’d saved them all a lot of headaches. They’d still sprung the trap of course, because of course they did… it was in the way of their actual mission.

But with advance warning from Nethie, they were able to turn things around and ambush the would-be ambushers, successfully taking down their enemies. From what they’d been able to find on the bodies afterwards, capture and enslavement had most definitely been in the cards, because each of the thugs had had magic-inhibiting cuffs on them, as well as other ways of incapacitating without killing.

In the end, nobody who mattered had gotten hurt, but that was only because Nethie had caught all of the signs before they could walk into the ambush. Funny, she really had come a long way in the few short months they’d known each other. From the Tiefling Girl who was willing to gamble her freedom away to anyone at a table filled with monsters, to a tough as nails rogue who was sniffing out traps well in advance.

Such an accomplishment obviously deserved a reward, so one might be left wondering why Alfred was so viciously skull fucking the Tiefling as she knelt before him, his hands gripping down rather harshly on her incredibly sensitive horns in the process. Well, the answer to that was pretty simple… this WAS Nethie’s reward.

The Tiefling Rogue might not be a ‘super masochist’ like her friend Isabella, but that didn’t mean she didn’t like to be used and abused by her ‘master’. Technically, as she liked to commonly remind him, she WAS still his slave after all. And yes, that meant Nethie had a very specific sort of way she liked to be used, especially when she’d earned a reward and could ask him not to hold back even slightly.

And so, naked on her knees, spit and saliva drooling down onto her tits which are each capped with a rock hard nipple, the Tiefling looks up at him with devotion in her eyes. At the same time, she chokes and gags on his cock mightily, her throat convulsing and quivering around his pistoning member.

“GAGKH! GAGKH! GAGKH!”

She takes him rather beautifully of course, but Alfred knows how she likes it. She wants to be used as little more than a collection of holes, and that requires that he actually make use of every single hole she has, not just her throat.

Glancing over to the side, where Isabella is hopelessly masturbating to the sight and Clarissa is sitting with her hands in her lap and a blush on her face, Alfred clears his throat.

“Clarissa…”

The Aasimar jolts at hearing her name called, looking like a prey animal frozen in uncertainty as she stares at him with wide eyes. Not fear though, thankfully. Rather… there’s an anticipation there, as if she’s wondering if he’ll order her to join them. He won’t, of course. She’ll have to beg for it if she wants to join in and even then, Nethie will have the final say since this is her reward.

However, he does need Clarissa’s help all the same.

“Give me a physical boost, would you?”

“A-Ah… y-yes, of course…”

Sticking one hand between her thighs, not to touch herself but to trap it so she won’t touch herself, Clarissa raises the other in his direction. The Aasimar has all sorts of fun magic besides healing, including the ability to boost the physical or magical power of her allies. Normally, she only boosts Alfred’s magic, but now…

He feels it as a burst of strength, stamina, and speed fill him up. He suddenly has a certain sense of his body that he didn’t have before. This wouldn’t be enough to let him fight alongside Nethie or Isabella on the frontlines, but it should be enough for what was going to come next. Pulling Nethie off of his cock rather roughly, yanking her back by her horns, Alfred smirks as the Tiefling gasps and pants for air.

Then, he spins her around and uses his new found strength to yank her up to her feet. Before she can even react, Alfred has let go of her horns and grabbed her by the hips, tossing her upwards into the air. Then, he wraps his arms up and under, folding the rogue’s lithe body in two so that he can slide his arms under her legs and then his hands back behind her head where he laces his fingers together.

Nethie squeaks… and then squeals as Alfred proceeds to drive her down upon his cock right then and there, impaling her on his throbbing, spit-polished member. The Tiefling Rogue shudders and moans as he begins to bounce her up and down, her tail wrapping around the base of his cock in the process.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

As the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh fill the room, Nethie’s cries join them. She grows louder and more vocal, letting it all out now that her throat is no longer filled with his cock.

“Y-Yes! Harder, Master! Use me! Please don’t stop! Please use all of my holes!”

It’s about what Alfred expects from her, of course. Isabella and Clarissa’s reactions are pretty amusing though. Isabella pauses for a moment at hearing her friend sounding so lewd and happy… and then redoubles her pace. At this point, the beautiful plate-wearing woman is quite literally fisting her cunt, her entire hand all the way up inside of her to the wrist as she moans right along with Nethie.

Seeing this and seeing how much Nethie is enjoying herself, Clarissa finally gives up the battle with her own lust. The hand trapped between her legs is no longer trapped as she spreads them, but it doesn’t leave its spot, instead venturing to her pussy under her skirt. Yeah, the Aasimar apparently liked to wear cute white dresses sectioned off with golden belts in her day to day activities, meaning it was quite easy for her to get her hand under her skirt and past her panties.

Clarissa fingers herself much more slowly than Isabella is, but her eyes don’t go off of him and Nethie anymore than the white-haired warrior’s do. They’re both enjoying the show immensely, which Alfred is happy to see because team unity and group cohesion was very important.

One might assume that Clarissa’s healing abilities would make her too valuable for Alfred to spurn, but if she didn’t actually like the way Nethie and Isabella wanted to be treated, if she had a problem with him fulfilling the needs of the other two women… then she would be the one who would have to part ways from them, rather than anything else. Nethie and Isabella were here first after all.

Fortunately, it hadn’t come to that. Though they would have to see how Clarissa reacted to this next part. After all, Nethie had said it herself often enough. She liked being treated like a collection of holes. And then she’d gone and said it flat out in her most recent request. ‘Please use all of my holes’. Well, pussy and mouth weren’t the only two holes, now were they? There was a third.

After fucking Nethie’s pussy through multiple orgasms on her part, causing her to explosively climax for him over and over again, Alfredy finally goes for the last stage of this particular reward. Unfolding her body, he lets Nethie drop back down to her feet, holding onto her hips still while doing so. She gasps, all but folding over as she’s unable to hold herself up at this point.

Grunting, Alfred brings his incredibly wet, well-lubricated cock up to Nethie’s asshole. Or more like, he lifts her ass up to his dick. Nudging her backdoor, he spreads her ass cheeks apart with his throbbing mast, feeling the strength of Clarissa’s magic still flowing through him while he does so. Pressing into Nethie, he begins to push a moment later, causing the Tiefling to let out a keen whine as she quivers in the process.

Inch after inch, Alfred buries himself in Nethie’s ass. It wouldn’t be using her as a collection of holes if he ignored one of the main three, now would it? He pushes deeper and deeper into her backdoor, the physical boost from Clarissa combined with all of the pussy juices and saliva really letting him drive in deeper. It’s not as easy as just sliding right on in, because Nethie is incredibly tight back here. But Alfred doesn’t give up, not even for a moment.

Nethie’s moans spur him on, even if they’re also interspersed with groans. Her arms dangle beneath her as she arches her back and tosses her head upwards, shuddering in ecstasy. He catches sight of her eyes practically rolling up in her skull and grins, reaching up to grab one of her horns and keep her in that pose.

With the strength of Clarissa’s enhancement magic flowing through him, and a few inches of his cock in Nethie’s ass by this point, Alfred can afford to hold her waist by one hand and her horn by the other. And with a solid grip on both, he begins to bounce her back and forth on his cock, dragging her up and down his length while thrusting forward at the same time. Each and every time he thrusts into her, Alfred goes a little deeper into her ass and Nethie moans and squeals a little harder.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

He can go as hard as he wants too, because in the end Clarissa will heal them both of any bruises or soreness. And from the look of things, she’ll be happy too as well. The Aasimar looks shocked that he’s actually fucking Nethie’s ass. No doubt she’s wondering if he’s accidentally entered the wrong hole.

But the longer Alfred goes without stopping and the longer Nethie goes without correcting him, the more that Clarissa realizes the truth… Nethie had wanted this. And Alfred was just giving their horny little Tiefling exactly what she wanted. Give it to her he does as well. Long and hard, without hesitation and without stopping.

Nethie loses the ability to speak after a certain point, but her groaning and moaning is as loud as ever, her voice turning guttural and almost animalistic in her enjoyment of the anal plundering that Alfred is giving her. He too is greatly enjoying himself, grunting as he thrusts away at her backdoor… but nothing this good can last forever.

Clarissa’s physical boost spell does have the effect of allowing him to hold back his release a while longer, leaving Alfred wondering if she knows about that particular side benefit, but at the same time, longer isn’t an eternity. The more he makes Nethie cum from his plowing of her asshole, the tighter her backdoor gets, the more his cock gets wrung dry and milked.

Until finally, he can’t hold back any longer. With a groan and a tightening of his grip on her body, Alfred begins to cum at long last, even as he holds Nethie in place. Holding her firmly, he keeps her body from rocketing off of his cock, even as he blasts her bowels with his seed, pumping a nice and thick load of sticky hot jizz right up into her ass.

Only once he’s done does he slowly pull her limp form off of his dick. He holds her up as she dangles in his hands like a piece of tenderized meat… or rather a collection of holes.

Of course, a moment later and Clarissa’s healing magic washes over them both unprompted. Alfred grunts as he suddenly feels revitalized, while Nethie perks up, coming back to herself in a big way. When she starts to wiggle free of his grasp, he lets her of course… and isn’t surprised at all when she goes to get a towel to clean off his cock. Giving him a big wide grin while doing so, Nethie licks her lips salaciously.

“Thank you for such a glorious reward, Master. But now I feel bad for hogging you for so long. So please… don’t leave the others hanging on my account~”

Alfred raises an eyebrow at that, even as Isabella and Clarissa both pause at hearing Nethie’s words. Then, they look to him with such naked, undisguised hope in their eyes that… well, how can he say no?