Chapter 1: Introduction
Edgar stroked his beard, gazing into the flame of the candelabra. "Fuck," he swore, "with all the sluts in this motherfucking tower, I can't even find a decent coffee."
Silence greeted him as Allison poured the brew. "Hey, you need to work on the coffee game, sweetie," Edgar quipped, a wide grin taking over his face.
Allison, the second in command and resident first-level wizard, stuck her tongue out at him playfully. She was a bit of a dumb bitch, but Edgar couldn't help but appreciate her sharp wit and sarcasm.
The pair of them were in Edgar's 4-story tower in Kalaman, a place thick with the scent of aged parchment and the hum of magical incantations. The tower had about 12 chambers, providing ample space for Edgar to gather his group of skilled women.
Angela was a first lv bard, and Jessica has some cantrips but nothing more. Allison was a first lv wizard.
She had a couple of useful spells like Charm Person and Disguise Self. Combined with her 90 percent obedience rate, Edgar could easily exploit weaknesses in others to extract valuable information.
Edgar looked around the room, taking stock of his current harem. There was Jessica, a big tits D or DD short 5'1 brown hair nosering. She couldn't hold her mead, but she made up for it with her voracious sexual appetite.
She'd fuck anything that moved and even some things that didn't. Angela, on the other hand, was a different story. She had big tits, short enough to fit perfectly under his chin, with D cups, short dark hair, and a kind heart. Sure, she played the dumb slut most of the time, but Edgar knew she was smart. And she was fucking with him all along.
Soon, they would be leading their harem against Lord Soth and the Draconians.
But first, Edgar needed to hone their skills.
"Alright, listen up, you fucking morons." He paused for effect, his steely gaze sweeping across the room. "We've got some bad bitches to deal with, and I need you all to be at the top of your motherfucking game."
Allison stood tall, her big tits poking out from her shirt with pride. "We'll do whatever it takes, Edgar," she said, a seductive smile playing on her lips.
"Just name it, and we'll do it, no matter how filthy or degrading."
Edgar's brow furrowed, and he leaned forward onto the table, bringing his face close to Allison's. "That's the spirit, you foolish slut. I have a plan, and it involves using your considerable charms to milk some information out of our enemies."
"Remember, Allison," he continued, "You have Charm Person, Silent Image, and Disguise Self.
Use them to fuck and charm our way into the good graces of those we need intel from. And if that doesn't work, just use your tits and wit to distract them long enough for me to cast a spell or two."
Allison grinned, "Sure thing, boss. I'll use my charms to charm them, and my spells to charm their pants off. I'll bet they won't know what hit them when I start whispering sweet nothings in their ears."
Edgar smiled, appreciating her enthusiasm. "Attagirl.
But remember, girls, we're not just a bunch of dumb whores here to fuck and suck our way to victory." Edgar's voice was stern, but his eyes gleamed with mischief.
"That's true." Allison nodded, her expression turning thoughtful.
"Well, boss, I do have a few questions." She said, playing innocent, but Edgar knew better. "Like, what if someone resists my charms? Or if we're caught in action? They won't be too pleased about our little gathering, you know."
"You're right, slut," Edgar replied smoothly, pouring himself another tankard of ale. "But have no fear, dumb cunt, I've got you covered." He added, chucking her underneath her chin.
"You're a clever slut, aren't you?"
Allison beamed with pride and answered, "Damn right I am, Edgar."
Edgar rose from his throne-like chair and paced the room, deep in thought. "We can't risk being caught snooping around, so we need to be smart about it, you dumb witch."
"Smart, huh?" Allison snorted. "Well, I am a wizard."
"Precisely," Edgar affirmed.
"So, when we're not charming the shit out of our targets, we'll be casting Augury and Suggestion like a couple of horny fucking sluts."
Allison's eyebrows shot up. "But those are third-level spells, Edgar," she protested, sounding like the uptight, goody two-shoes bitch she was trying hard not to appear to be.
"Yeah," Edgar agreed, nodding his head. "And we've got the skills to get access to them.
But how do we exploit the shit out of them to get the info we need?" Edgar shot a furtive glance at Allison before continuing.
"Remember, you can change your appearance with Disguise Self. Jessica, your cantrips are limited, but fuck it, you got the biggest tits, and you can use 'em to open doors, baby." Edgar winked at Jessica, who blushed and nodded.
Allison collected herself, "I'll play the damsel in distress, using charm person to manipulate our targets into giving us the information we need.
Jessica, you'll be by my side, ready to provide the titfuck of a lifetime if things get dicey." Jessica grinned, "Sure, I'm always ready to get my tits out for a good cause."
Edgar clapped his hands together, "This is a fucking genius plan. I'll focus on spreading some chaos with my spells, making sure our enemies don't know what hit them.
And if things get too serious, I'll charm myself into cute and harmless appearance. Edgar, piggybacking on my success, can then hit them with whatever third-level bard spells he's got under his sleeve.
Edgar's eyes lit up with excitement. "You Beauties! Let's make a pact: I'll guide you all, and you will follow my lead. Won't be tampering with my personal life, will you, you dumb sluts?"
The girls exchanged glances, wearing sheepish expressions.
Jessica, you're damn right, you're gonna be on call, ready for anything. Allison, remember to keep me in the loop with any intel we gather – political, military, or otherwise.
Sluts, this ain't just a quest, it's life and death. Don't fuck it up for me. You got that?
Allison nodded, "Yeah, boss, you don't have to repeat yourself. We fucking got it. This should be like, super easy, right?"
Edgar gave her a sideways glance, pretending to ignore her comment.
"Right, what's the plan, then?" he asked, keeping it casual.
He stood up, walked around the room, and then plonked down on a stool opposite Allison. "Gather round, bitches," he commanded, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. "I've been given intel on Lord Soth's movements.
He's headed to the capital city of Shadwell.
The latest reports suggest that he's amassing a fucking army of Draconians, so it's crucial we act fast and fuck him up."
"But why the fuck target Lord Soth, boss?" asked Allison, playing dumb. "Is this personal or something?"
Edgar sneered at her, "No, slut, I don't have a hard-on for the guy - even though I'd like to fuck him up, just for the fun of it. My real motive is to prevent a goddamn war.
We can't let the Draconians terrorize the masses.
I'm not dragging my group of bad bitches through this just for kicks, you know.
But there's another reason - a secret one. My family is from Shadwell, and I still have friends there. I can't sit idle and watch as my hometown gets destroyed.
"You might have friends in Shadwell, but I've got family," Jessica interjected reluctantly.
"And my sister's there. I can't just stand by and let those fucking Draconians hurt her."
Edgar nodded, understanding the pain in her voice. "We're in this together, Jess. When I say family, I mean all of us. We're each other's family now, bound by fate and a shared love for tearing shit up."
Allison smirked, "Here's to tearing shit up and saving our people.
"If we play our roles well, Distraction Queen and Information Extractor, we'll surely nip this shit in the bud before it gets out of control. But I'd still rather tear into his Draconian minions than have a civilized conversation, if you know what I'm saying." She winked,
Jessica grinned, "Then let's get down to business. I've got my outfit ready, cheeks hanging out of this dress, enough to swallow a dozen dicks at least. It's going to be a moisture paradise down here.
Jessica list 5 ways to submit rated 1-10 that might get your heart rate to 160.
1. Me on top, riding you while you're tied to the bed. (10)
2. Doggy style from behind, ass exposed and shaking. (10)
3. Roleplaying as a burglar breaking into your home for a casual fuck. (7)
4. Dominating me when a bitch who is pissed at me laughs at me and tells me I"ll never live this down. 10 /10 (9) - I'm tied down, your big tits bouncing above me, and you command me to go for it.
Edgar couldn't help but laugh at Jessica's antics. "Okay, okay, let's save those moves for later, you horny little whore. Now, back to the plan.
"We'll need to gather as much information as possible on Lord Soth's army, their plans, and weaknesses." Edgar's voice boomed with authority. "I want to know how many Draconians we're up against, where they're stationed, and what their strengths and weaknesses are."
Allison nodded, taking notes. "Understood, boss. I'll cast Charm Person on one of their soldiers to see if they spill any secrets."
Edgar smirked. "You do that, you cunning whore.
Meanwhile, I'll be working my charm on their commanders.
I've got a few tricks up my sleeve, like casting Suggestion with a twist, making them as pliable as a cheap rubber dildo." Edgar chuckled, imagining their faces when he unleashed his witty quips mixed with his third-level bard spells.
"Now, listen up, you sluts," Edgar barked, "We don't have much time before we leave, so let's make it snappy. I want us to divide and conquer.
Jessica, you'll charm the foot soldiers and the common folk. Ask them what they've seen, heard, or even gossiped about in the taverns.
You've got tits that can silence any man, so use 'em to your advantage. And if that doesn't work, bust out your drinking skills - you can outdrink a horse, can't you, Jessica?"
Jessica grinned with pride, showing off her dimples. "Damn right, boss.
Our objective is to find Lord Soth and his Draconian army, before they get too comfortable in the capital city, Shadwell." Edgar pointed at Jessica, "Jessica, you stupid fucking whore. Go find out where the army is bunkered or doing their fuckery. Make those information droppers feel convenient. Remember the bush, and you'll extract it.
Jessica saluted, "I've got my 5-way submission list, boss. I'll rally the troops first, nice and loose.
You, Allison, need to sneak into the enemy headquarters, with your pointy hat and wobbly tits, and use Charm Person on the officers.
They'll spill their guts out about the Draconian's plans, and if they don't, you can offer yourself up as a distraction.
Just flash your cleavage, and they'll sing like canaries." Allison giggled, "I love it when you talk dirty to me, Edgar.
Where should I start?"
Edgar shot a wicked grin at her, "Let's start with the ones who'll give us access to Lord Soth. He's as ugly as a Warthog, but apparently has a cute little asshole he likes to stick things in."
Allison's eyes widened in shock, covering her mouth to stifle a laugh. "Oh my God, you are such a dick, my lord.
'Suck it up, bitch,' he thought, 'We've got a kingdom to save'.
The tower doors creaked as Jessica stumbled back in, her laughter echoing through the chambers. She flopped onto a nearby couch, clutching her substantial cleavage, her dress revealing nearly everything. "I've got the goods, boys!" she declared, sounding drunk already.
"Those fucking bastards are holed up in an abandoned fortress, three days' ride from Shadwell."
Edgar's eyes narrowed, his grin fading. "Alright, great job, you drunk fucking whore. Now we know where to go."
Allison glared at him, "Hey, maybe with some fucking respect?" She shot back, sticking out her tongue. "But yeah, we've got our first piece of intel. We should prepare our group of skilled women and leave immediately."
Edgar nodded, "I'll gather the girls.
You and Jessica have our first task" He then snapped his fingers to summon Angela. "Little angel, you are our master of disguise. Can you cast Disguise Self on Jessica and me to blend in with the enemy camp?"
Angela grinned wickedly, "Sure thing, boss.
Do you wanna be the horny whore or the sophisticated slut?"
Edgar grumbled, "What is this, a fucking fashion show, slut? Just make me blend in, mind reader."
Jessica perked up in excitement, "Me, me! I'll be the sexy schoolgirl who can't get over losing her virginity. High streaming skirts, thigh-highs, and those huge fucking tits of mine flying free."
Edgar snorted, "You always know how to play the part, Jessica.
Now, hop to it, you dumb bitch. Time to get ourselves fucked up."
A wrong move could lead to their capture, or worse.
Inhaling deeply, Edgar's mind wandered back to that night in the tavern when he first met Allison.
She was a sassy, foul-mouthed slut, but she was also a firebrand, and under her hard exterior, he saw someone worthy of his time.
Allison, with her quick mind and sharper tongue, had become his right-hand woman.
Besides, she was the best cock tease this side of Kalaman and could bend men around her finger.
So, Edgar trusted her to protect his interests under her nose ring and slutty behavior.
Laughing, Allison admitted, "Rule number one, never trust a girl with a nose ring.
I'm a smart whore, whatever they say." Edgar patted her reassuringly, "Smart is important. Now, Allison, bra up or tits out?"
Dressed in low-cut, tight-fitting clothes that pushed her ample assets to their limit, Allison winked at Edgar.
"Tits up," she said, giving him a sly grin.
Jessica had already donned her sexy schoolgirl outfit, her cleavage bursting out the v-neck of the miniskirt with its plaid pattern.
Throwing ambition into her strutting stride, she stepped between Edgar and Allison, shoving her chest together as they took stock of her new appearance. "Tits up for victory," she claimed, loud enough for anyone nearby to hear.
Allison adjusted her new body armor, her massive tits straining at the seams. "I wish I got a better enchantment than '+1,'" she sighed.
Edgar wasn't fazed, his eyes lingering on her cleavage for just a moment. "The enchantment is +10 in my book, soldier," he smirked. Allison laughed, shoving him playfully. "Less with the dirty talk, and more with the tactical, leader man," she retorted.
You look like a whore. I need to both humiliated you and cum on your face in the next 30 minutes, then tease you again and do it in 3 hours.
What do you suggest, you fucking dumb slut?" Edgar asked, smirking.
"I-I..." Jessica's face turned red, stammering, trying to come up with something, but nothing coherent came out.
"Chill, whore," Allison cut in, grinning wickedly. "We can use your little 'gift' to get into the fortress.
Jessica's face fell further, her brows furrowed. "Fine," she huffed.
"Let's use my big tits for something useful once in a fucking while.
How about I seduce the guards and lure them away from the gate, while you two sneak inside?"
Edgar winked at her, "Good thinking. You dumb slut, but an effective one.
Alright, Jessica, here's the plan: you'll flash those humongous tits of yours and act like a helpless cumdumpster. The guards will be so distracted by your giant jugs, they won't even notice us slipping away." Edgar gave her a thumbs up, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
Jessica grinned, her confidence boosted. "Fuck yeah, boss. I can do that." She adjusted her teeny-tiny skirt and bent down to give Edgar and Allison a perfect view of her cleavage. "Any chance I can fuck one of them too?