The Sorcerer's Pet Pt. 2 (Dungeons & Dragons) (Patreon)

Poll Winner

Themes: Master/Slave, Threesome, Instant Loss

Summary: Part 2 of The Sorcerer's Pet. Based on this image. All he did was joke that Nethie was "just the first woman in his hoard." That was apparently a major turn-on for her, because soon after the horny Tiefling introduced him to a friend of hers. A friend whose willingness to bet herself on the outcome of a duel had less to do with her ability to reliably counter Alfred's spells and more to do with Nethie whispering suggestively into her ear.

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“I-I will defeat you, villain! I’ll free Nethie from your monstrous clutches, evil fiend! J-Just you wait! Give it your best s-shot! I can take anything you can dish out!”

… This was all Alfred’s fault. As he stands there in the middle of a field across from his ‘opponent’, he has to admit that he brought this on himself. To be fair, it wasn’t like he meant anything by it. The Draconic Bloodline Sorcerer had been traveling with his new Tiefling ‘pet’ for a couple weeks now. They’d worked rather well together, actually. Nethie was a decent rogue and he was able to make up for any of her deficiencies with his spellcasting.

Sure, they couldn’t take any of the bigger jobs because neither of them was really a frontline fighter OR a healer, but that didn’t mean they weren’t still making a good amount of coin off of the work they’d been doing. Hell, he’d been doing just fine before her, even. But admittedly, Nethie had turned out to be a net positive overall.

And not just because they’d been fucking every night, usually with her collared and a leash wrapped around his fist for him to tug back on as he plowed his ‘slave’ silly. That said, it WAS those nightly activities that had led to this moment, Alfred was pretty sure. Where he found himself facing off against Nethie’s friend… the Eldritch Knight Isabella.

Isabella was white-haired and green-eyed, a striking combination by itself. But she was also very pretty, and with an interesting special ability. Normally, Eldritch Knights tied their magic to a weapon. That weapon then become bonded to them and could be dismissed or summoned to their hands at will. Isabella had gone further than that. She’d tied her magic to her armor, allowing her to dismiss or summon THAT at will.

It was very interesting and made her the ultimate defensive frontliner, because all of her magic was tied up in taking hits. In fact, beyond a shield on her left arm, she didn’t actually seem to have a weapon. Which might lead one to wondering why she was challenging him to a duel of all things. Well… that’s where Alfred’s big mouth came into play.

“You’re just the first woman in my hoard you little bitch.”

That was the line. That was the line he’d whispered into Nethie’s ear one night while prone boning her into a bed. As she’d moaned and squealed and shuddered under him, he’d grabbed her by one of her Tiefling Horns and pulled her head back so he could say that. It had been in the heat of the moment. He hadn’t meant it as anything more than a bit of arousing dirty talk.

And it’d worked too. Nethie had cum HARD on his cock from that line, and Alfred had spilt his seed inside of the tight little Tiefling Thief shortly afterwards as well. But he’d thought that was the end of it. That it was just some sexy roleplay.

Except now here they were, with Isabella confronting him about his ‘treatment’ of Nethie. Demanding that he release her… and before he could explain that they didn’t actually have that kind of relationship, she’d challenged him to a duel with her own freedom on the line. If she won, he let Nethie go. If she lost, he got her as well as Nethie.

Alfred had already put two and two together between the way the white-haired Eldritch Knight turned into a blushing, stuttering, stammering mess by the end of her explanation of the wager. But if he really needed evidence of what this REALLY was, Isabella’s lack of a weapon… and Nethie giving him two thumbs up from behind the Eldritch Knight’s back would certainly have done it.

Frowning a little bit, Alfred summons his magic to his hands as Isabella stiffens and lifts her shield in front of her.

“D-Do your worst, foul monster! I swear, I won’t let you keep Nethie! I’ll save her! Just you watch!”

And with that… ‘battle’ between the two of them was joined.

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WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

“EEeeeee! I-I lost! I’m sorry! I’m sorry N-Nethie! I couldn’t s-save you! OH FUCK! NNNNNGH!”

Alfred snorts in amusement, even as he fucks Isabella into the ground. The tight little Eldritch Knight hadn’t really put up much of a fight. He hadn’t wanted to hurt her too badly, so he’d used a basic Magic Missile spell to avoid doing too much damage. Immediately, she let herself be ‘beaten’ by the three rays of force magic. The first missile had ‘shattered’ her chestplate, the second had taken out the armor on her abdomen, and the third had exposed her crotch.

In an instant, select portions of her armor had seemingly ‘broken’, leaving her on full display. At which point she’d immediately surrendered and begged for mercy. Well, Alfred was giving her plenty of mercy… so long as the word was interchangeable with ‘big fat cock’.

Face down, ass up, the cute Eldritch Knight can do nothing but squeal as he pounds her pussy with his throbbing manhood. Well, that’s not entirely true. She COULD do a lot of things. Hell, most of her magical armor is still intact in fact. But Alfred knows she won’t do anything. She won’t fight back. Because at the end of the day, this is what this naughty little bitch wanted.

“Hehe, yeah I guess you really fucked it up, didn’t you Isabella~”

And then of course, there’s Nethie. As Alfred fucks her friend into the dirt, the Tiefling drops to her knees in front of Isabella’s face, having stripped naked ever since her ‘defeat’.

“Man, I can’t believe you failed me like this, Izzy. I really thought you would be able to save me from the Big Bad Sorcerer… but nope!”

Alfred looks at Nethie a bit askance. Wasn’t that rather… mean? Except, then he feels Isabella’s reaction to it. Even though the Eldritch Knight sobs and blubbers her apologies… in actuality, she’s really tightening up even harder around his cock. Her pussy walls clench and squeeze rhythmically along his pistoning shaft in time with Nethie’s verbal abuse.

… Isabella is getting off on being derided by her friend. She’s getting off on being treated like trash. This poor girl… what a fucking fetish.

“I guess there’s no choice now… but to hand my Master back my leash~”

Lifting her head up off of the ground, Isabella watches with wide green eyes as Nethie holds out her leash to Alfred. She cries out in denial, as he takes it from his Tiefling pet’s outstretched hands.

“Noooooo~”

But at the same time, her pussy is squeezing down on his cock harder than ever before. In fact, he’s pretty sure she’s cumming. She’s just somehow managing to act like she’s completely distraught at the same exact time. Looking into Nethie’s eyes as he fucks her friend in front of her, Alfred holds her leash and considers things for a moment… before ultimately shrugging his shoulders and going with the flow.

Grunting, he grabs Isabella by her hips and gives them a good hard squeeze, driving his cock deeper into her than ever before. Once he’s confident she’s focused on him, he speaks.

“We’ll have to get you a collar as well. Since I own your ass now, bitch.”

As expected, Isabella gets even tighter at that. Her insides clench and grip down hard around his cock, though not tightly enough to prevent him from continuing to plow her at his own pace. Nethie, meanwhile, giggles and claps.

“Oh, lovely~ We’ll be Master’s two fuck dolls. His sex slaves. Won’t that be fun, Isabella?”

Shuddering her way through another quiet orgasm, hiding it as much as she can, the Eldritch Knight becomes more… subdued for lack of a better word as she whimpers.

“I-I guess… I guess I l-lost the wager… and now I h-have to pay the p-piper. I belong to… I belong to Master Alfred now… I’m his… s-slave…”

She’s trying hard to keep the desire out of her voice, but Alfred can hear it clear as day all the same. She’s helplessly aroused by all of this. Her defeat and submission fetishes seem to be even stronger than Nethie. Speaking of Nethie…

Coming to a decision, Alfred grunts as he pulls out of the defeated Eldritch Knight beneath him and promptly grabs her by her hips, pulling her over onto her back. With all that magical armor you’d think she’d be heavy… too heavy for someone like him to manhandle and move around. But no, it’s not normal armor. It’s magical armor, specifically its magical armor bound to Isabella, meaning that it’s light as a feather so she can move around in it all the easier.

… And so that those she WANTS to be able to move her around more easily can do so as much as they want. Isabella gasps as he tosses her onto her back, and then squeals as he plunges right back into her pussy, lifting her legs up into the air on either side of him. But even though she acts like she doesn’t want it; she makes no move to fight it. And her insides are as tight as ever and gushing wet as he fucks her hard and fast right there in the middle of the field.

The important thing is that with Isabella on her back like this, her head is now mere inches from Nethie’s kneeling form. As Nethie looks down into her friend’s eyes, Alfred catches the Tiefling’s attention and gives her a wicked grin.

“Couldn’t have claimed the second member of my hoard without you, pet. Go ahead… enjoy the fruits of your labor.”

Nethie blinks, while Isabella freezes up between them. After a moment in which the Eldritch Knight tightens up even more on his cock, she finally speaks up with a faux betrayed tone.

“I-Is that true, Nethie… d-did you… did you lure me in? Did you know I had no chance… did you t-trick me into giving myself to our Master?”

She’s panting heavily by the time she’s done asking Nethie those things. Meanwhile, the Tiefling Thief considers it for a moment before snickering and shrugging her shoulders.

“Sorry Isabella~ But you feel how good Master’s cock is. I just HAD to give him another girl… and you were the sexiest girl around!”

Isabella sputters at that, but before she can reply, Nethie finally takes Alfred up on his offer… and scoots forward, promptly plopping her pussy down on her friend’s mouth. As she sits on Isabella’s face, Nethie squirms for a second, wiggling around to get comfortable… and then squeaks, her eyes going crossed and her mouth forming a cute little ‘o’ as Isabella rapidly gets to work.

Caught between the two of them, the cute white-haired Eldritch Knight proceeds to eat out Nethie’s pussy with what seems to be quite a large amount of gusto judging by the contorting expressions of pleasure on the Tiefling’s face. Nethie shudders and quivers atop Isabella’s face, while Alfred continues to enjoy the Eldritch Knight’s pussy, fucking her cunt hard and fast without holding any of his strength back.

Isabella loves it, as best as he can tell. He loses track of how many times she cums for him, now that he knows what to look for. She’s not quite as expressive or explosive with her orgasms as Nethie is. She can look completely despondent and distraught while at the same time climaxing all over his cock. Of course, now her face is completely covered by Nethie’s crotch anyways. And distracted as Isabella is by eating out her friend’s pussy, she can’t really whine or complain anymore anyways.

No, now she’s reduced to her purest form… that of a needy little defeated bitch, eager to please both her new Master and her best friend for setting them up.

Alfred supposed he should have been slightly annoyed by all of this. After all, he was all for roleplay, but when Isabella had first shown up, he’d actually been slightly concerned for a moment. The Eldritch Knight was well-armored to say the least, and she’d played her role to perfection… at least at first. It hadn’t been long until the cracks started to show but for at least a moment Alfred had wondered if he was actually in trouble.

With that said… he tugs on the leash in his hand, pulling Nethie forward with a gasp. The Tiefling Thief’s hands fall upon her friend’s bare naked bouncing tits and make Isabella squeal as she gives them a good hard squeeze. Meanwhile, Alfred leans in as well and uses his free hand to grab hold of one of Nethie’s horns, pulling her into a dominating, domineering kiss that she eagerly accepts and submits to. It’s the least the little bitch can do, all things considered.

Fucking Isabella, kissing Nethie… Alfred has to admit, he’s not actually all that upset by all of this. Whether it’s a one off or not, he can at least enjoy the moment for what it is, even as he plows Isabella until her rapidly clenching, constantly cumming pussy finally milks him of his load, his seed spilled deep into her womb while his tongue explores the recesses of Nethie’s pliant mouth.

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“Oi! Don’t hog it, Izzy~”

“S-Sorry Nethie… it’s just sho good~”

Sitting in a private room in a tavern the next town over, Alfred sighs as he looks down at the two lovely young women kneeling between his legs. Moaning wantonly, Isabella and Nethie both lean in and tackle either side of his cock, their tongues and mouths working in unison to get him off. Meanwhile, he finds himself holding not one, but two leashes now… attached to two collars wrapped around their respective necks.

Isabella’s armor is completely dismissed now, leaving her just as naked as Nethie… and just as subjugated as well. Her word, not his. Apparently this was NOT a one-off… anymore than his night with Nethie had been. The Eldritch Knight was more serious about being his property from now on than even Nethie was. She had sworn herself to his service like he was her liege lord or something and told him that she would quite literally die for him if it came down to it.

Obviously, Alfred didn’t intend to spend Isabella’s life so frivolously… in fact, he didn’t want to ‘spend’ her life at all if it could be helped. But at the same time… well, they had a frontline fighter now, didn’t they? Hell, they had their very own adventuring party now, even if it was only a trio and thus on the smaller side. With Isabella at hand, they could tackle some of the more challenging quests and make some serious coin.

… And all Alfred had to do was cater to these two and their needy little fantasies every night. Such hardship, heh.