“What!” Kram barked indignantly. “Again?!”
“Lower your voice, Krammy dear,” Asaleth commanded evenly.
“… Very well,” said the sullen, ensorcelled paladin. Softly.
Barxes and Vylyra laughed to see him so easily cowed; Asaleth did not share in their mirth. She looked seriously to Vylyra. “Now, I want to see you ditch that loser boyfriend of yours for my boy Kram here. Kiss him.”
Vylyra’s sun-kissed cheeks reddened further. “I… I couldn’t! I’m in love with Hagar!”
“Haskar,” corrected Barxes.
Vylyra looked to the stout warrior. “Haskar, right. In love with Haskar.”
But the momentary distraction was all Asaleth needed to unleash yet another charm spell, this time targeting the tawny young peasant girl. Her resistance was as brief as it was pointless, and then she was as enthralled as Kram.
“Now. You two, kiss.”
“What about me?” Barxes whined as the other two dragged their feet, slowly closing the distance between them. “Barbarians need kisses too, ya know.”
“I hope they need more than just that, because this whore-ceress has needs of her own, stud.” Asaleth sauntered over to him, gripping his chest hair in her fingers and pulling him up against her, where she—
By this point, there was a general uproar at the table.
“If I’d known this was the kind of thing you guys were doing I never would’ve agreed to play!” Rachael said testily. Derek was trying to insist that Ashley’s spells didn’t let her do what she was trying to do with them, that charm wasn’t the same as mind control. Logan was silent, grinning passively at Ashley as she settled down into his lap and started kissing his neck as she murmured sweet nothings to him.
DJ just clenched his fists and gritted his teeth as he watched Ashley. “ENOUGH!” he shouted, pounding his fist on the table in a fair imitation of mighty Barxes. Several dice rattled to the floor. Everyone fell silent.
Except for Ashley, that is. “What’s wrong, asshole?” she asked innocently. The same innocent tone she’d had earlier that day.
“You’re making out with my skeezy friend, that’s what’s wrong!” he yelled.
Logan tried to protest it, but Ashley put a finger to his lips and silenced him. “I thought we were free to fool around with other people. Isn’t that what you said earlier? You didn’t want labels, thought we should both be free to do whatever we wanted with whoever we wanted?”
“That’s… that’s not…”
“That’s not what? Not fair? Not fair that you get to fuck any girl you want but I have to wait for your cock to be available?”
The others watched the couple’s fight like it was a reality TV show. “Not right in front each other though!”
“Oh? That’s weird, I remember you sticking it in Cara at the library right in front of me. In my roommate, also right in front of me.”
“You were the one who got me to do those things!”
“Oh, it was all me—your cock just decided to get hard and slide into their mouths on its own, just ’cause I said so? Then how do you explain that Emily girl, and Brittney, when I’m just outside your door? Those don’t count either, I guess?”
“I… they…”
“Hey, I get it. If you tell me you don’t want me to fool around with Logan here, you know I can’t do it. You have all the power. So it’s up to you whether you’re the only one who has to be a good little citizen, or if you’re going to be a selfish hypocrite.”
Ashley was literally trembling with how hard it was to say those words. It came so close to saying DJ was wrong, to telling him he couldn’t do something. It wasn’t though—not technically. She was a lot of things, but she wasn’t the kind of evil bitch who would defy DJ. Ashley knew that if he gave her the slightest rebuke, she’d crumple.
DJ was quiet a moment. What she was saying was a totally valid criticism—why should he get to fuck Emily and Brittney and whoever else while she sat around waiting for him? How was it fair to let her do so much for him then keep her pussy on a leash? Totally valid indeed—he just wasn’t used to having his actions subject to criticism.
But then he looked at Logan, chubby, sleazy Logan, and scowled. “I… I don’t want to share you.”
Ashley slid closer to him, her ass leaving Logan’s crotch and ending on his knee. “Sorry, what was that?”
“I said I don’t want to share you,” he repeated hotly.
“So does that mean I’m your girlfriend, or that I’m your sex slave?”
“Shit that’s hot,” Logan said. They ignored him.
DJ frowned, thinking of all the action he’d have to give up to make good on the first option. Not just Emily and Brittney—a whole campus, a whole world full of hot chicks he could fuck whenever he wanted. An endless pussy buffet, all his.
But then, he thought of the second option. To look this girl in the eyes, the first girl who’d ever really chased him, who loved sucking him off, who loved having him do whatever he wanted to her body, who was adventurous and crazy and just the right amount of twisted…
To tell her he thought of her as his play thing.
People would put up with anything he dished out, but he still had to be able to tolerate himself.
“You’re my girlfriend.”
Ashley stood up and walked around the table to him, leaping onto his lap and thrusting his tongue in her mouth so fast he had to think to open it to let her past his teeth. She kissed him with a wild passion while the others watched, and he was sure she loved it just that way.
Finally, she came up for air. “That’s my good boy,” she said. “Now… I want to see Kram kiss Vylyra.”
“What?” He blinked. “But you just said…”
“DJ, I know you’re not a normal kind of guy, so I don’t expect you to be a normal kind of boyfriend. I like that you have this power of yours—I fucking love it, OK? I don’t want to control you or make you give it up for me. I just wanted to know you were jealous of me. Now let’s play the game, and you trust Ashley like Kram trusts Asaleth. All right?”
“Blindly, you mean?”
She beamed at him. “I said kiss her.”
After a brief pause for some soul-searching, Kram decided that his god would not put a woman as magnificent as Asaleth in his path if he expected him to hold to some out-dated prescripts. Chastity? A farce! If Haskar was too weak to maintain his woman’s allegiance, he did not deserve her. Besides, it would make Asaleth happy, and that was reason enough for him.
He approached Vylyra confidently, gripping her shoulders in his hands just a moment before pulling her lips against his. Her kiss was hesitant, tepid; her heart was not in it, ’twas clear.
“I said kiss him, you little prude,” Asaleth said, slapping Vylyra’s shapely derriere through her peasant skirt. “Not like he’s your cousin—like he’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.”
Vylyra’s indecision slowly melted in the face of what must be, and she renewed her labial assault, this time holding nothing back. Her arms wrapped around this mighty specimen of manhood and she writhed her tongue against his. Though it was Asaleth whose spell she obeyed, it was somehow this man, this man of god with his holy gifts, whose displeasure she feared.