Game Master in Another World

We walked for nearly three hours before Cain finally called a halt and declared it a suitable place to make camp. With so many of us, tasks were divided quickly and without argument.

Illara and I were sent to gather firewood while Jenna and Cain began preparing dinner. Travelling in a group this large still felt unfamiliar to me. I was used to smaller numbers. Fewer variables.

As we moved between the trees, snapping fallen branches and bundling dry sticks, I said quietly, “I think I know where Cain is taking us. When I first arrived in this world, I watched a goblin camp grow here over time. Eventually Cain and Jenna’s group found it and wiped them out.”

Illara paused mid-reach. “What were the goblins like?”

I tied twine around my bundle before answering. “Brutal. Hierarchical. Might was everything. The strongest males claimed breeding rights. The rest hunted, scavenged, obeyed. The guards mostly complained about how unfair the system was, ironically.”

Illara blinked. “You could understand them?”

I nodded. “Somehow, yes. I can understand every language here. I don’t know how it works. Even the language we’re speaking now isn’t the one I spoke in my old world.”

She finished tying her bundle and looked at me with renewed curiosity. “That’s remarkable. What did your old language sound like? Say something.”

I slipped back into English, my old accent colouring the words without thought. “I think you’re very cute, Illara.”

She tilted her head. “I caught my name. That’s it. What did you say?”

I repeated the sentence in Common.

Her expression shifted instantly into something coy. “Geoff, you are such a charmer.”

We resumed gathering wood, but she spoke again after a moment. “Will you teach me? Your old language. It could be our secret.”

I considered it. Teaching had never been my strength, but the idea of sharing something truly mine felt… intimate.

“All right,” I said. “But I expect effort. And perhaps rewards for good progress.”

She stepped close enough to brush her lips briefly against mine. “I’m highly motivated.”

We returned to camp with our bundles. The scent of simmering stew already hung in the air.

“Thank you,” Cain said as we dropped the wood beside the fire pit.

Jenna, however, motioned for me to step aside.

Her expression had lost the softness it once carried years ago. This was not the hopeful young woman I had first met.

“My children are here,” she said quietly, her voice level and sharp. “If anything happens to them, I will hold you responsible. And I will make sure you regret it. Do you understand?”

I met her gaze and nodded.

“I understand.”

Her eyes did not soften.

“You and I will take first watch together,” she continued. “That way I can ensure you don’t charm your way into slipping off. Or worse.”

Again, I nodded.

As she turned away, I let out a slow breath.

This version of Jenna was formidable. Hardened.

Perhaps watch duty would give me an opportunity to speak honestly with her. If I wanted her trust, there might be no choice but to tell her the truth.

All of it.

Dinner was serviceable for camp fare: a thin stew of foraged roots and greens bulked out with dried wolf meat.

Harvey wrinkled his nose. “I don’t like this.”

“Well,” Jenna replied evenly, “it’s what we have.”

The other children looked similarly unimpressed but wisely kept quiet.

After the bowls were scraped clean, bedding was laid out in a rough semicircle around the fire.

“I want Drisnil sleeping apart from the rest of us,” Jenna said without preamble.

Cain frowned. “That isn’t practical. She can sleep near Theo, Ash, and Illara.”

Jenna’s jaw tightened. “Then I want someone watching her.”

“That’s fine,” Theo said calmly.

“I’ll take turns,” Cain added.

I said nothing.

When the arrangements were settled, the camp slowly quieted. Jenna and I took first watch.

The forest at night carried its own weight. Wind through branches. The crackle of the fire. Distant movement.

“Jenna,” I said quietly, keeping my voice low enough not to carry. “I don’t wish harm on you. Or your children.”

She did not respond.

“I want the best for your family. Truly. What would it take for you to believe that?”

“You could leave,” she said evenly.

“That isn’t an option. I promised to protect Illara.”

“Evil things promise anything to reach their goals.”

That stung more than I expected.

I drew in a slow breath.

“What if I told you there are two minds in this body?” I said. “Drisnil… and someone else. A man named Geoff.”

She turned then, studying me as though I’d finally revealed my madness.

“That would be very convenient,” she said.

“I can prove I was there twenty years ago,” I continued. “When you, Cain, Triss, Chris, and Norman came to clear the goblins from this forest.”

“That’s not secret knowledge.”

“No,” I agreed. “But your argument with Cain while gathering wood wasn’t recorded anywhere. Nor was the conversation about whether you should be honest about your relationship. That was the same night wolves circled your camp.”

Her breath hitched.

“How do you know that?”

“Because I was there.”

She stared at me.

“We never saw you.”

“You couldn’t,” I said quietly. “I had no body. I was only Geoff. Watching.”

She searched my face for deception.

“And you did nothing?”

“I couldn’t. Not yet.”

Silence stretched between us.

“You remember the harvest,” I went on. “When I helped in the fields.”

She nodded slowly.

“That was me. Geoff.”

“And the festival?” she asked carefully.

“That was Drisnil. I let her surface to stop the attack.”

Jenna’s expression hardened again. “If she can surface once, what stops her from doing it again?”

“Me,” I said simply. “My will.”

She did not look convinced.

“When Ilza died giving birth to Illara,” I continued softly, “I made a promise. I would watch over her. However long it took. Whatever it required.”

Jenna’s voice sharpened. “You are doing more than watching.”

“I didn’t intend to fall in love with her,” I said. “But it happened. And denying it would have hurt her more.”

Jenna studied me in the firelight.

“Your story is too neat,” she said at last. “But I won’t dismiss it. I’ll speak to Cain tomorrow.”

That was more than I had expected.

We lapsed into silence. The fire popped and shifted. Once or twice she glanced at me, as though recalculating something she had thought settled.

The forest felt closer than before.

And less certain.

The next morning I awoke to both Illara in Faie in bed with me, Faie curled up like a cat in front of me.  It seems Faie is again finding it cold.

I rolled over and face Illara, “Good morning” I smiled.

“Good morning to you too” Illara replied.

Faie behind me yawned, and stretched her arms.

“Good morning” Faie also said.

I got up to help with breakfast, and to move away from Faie, who was uncomfortably close.

Faie then snuggled into Illara to utilise the warmth from where I slept, I felt a twinge of jealousy, but quickly shooed it away.

Cain was already preparing some breakfast, a stew over a low fire.

“Sleep well Drisnil?” he asked.

“Yes, thankyou, and you?”

“As well as possible, I’m glad that it isn’t raining.” Cain said quietly.

I helped stir the pot while Cain readied his children for the day, I thought to myself that I would likely never have children, being in a female body with no interest in men made it practically impossible.

Once everyone was up breakfast was ready, everyone seemed tired from a rough sleep.  No one was speaking, just eating quietly.

We all finished our food then packed up to leave quickly, Cain, spent some time scattering the camp to make it not too obvious where we had slept.

We started to walk through the forest in a line, Cain and myself in front, followed by Jenna, Sera, Ash and the children, with Theo, Faie and Illara in the rear.

The forest seemed quiet, the new spring causing the fresh growth to look bright green, the soft rays of sunlight filtering through the canopy.

We walked carefully through the undergrowth, watching for any signs of trouble as we moved.

The constant alertness was tiring, requiring focus to keep on task.  The day stretched on, the forest looking like an endless sea of green.

We eventually reached a suitable campsite by nightfall, everyone fell into their rhythm without much discussion, a full days walk had made everyone too exhausted for much more.  Illara and I again left to find firewood for the night.

Illara gathered a few more branches, stacking them neatly on the pile before turning to me with one eyebrow arched in mischief. “We’re far enough from camp now,” she said, voice low. “Private enough for… something.”

Without waiting for an answer, she tugged her top up and off, baring her breasts to the dappled forest light. Her nipples tightened in the cool air. “It’s been more than a day. And I think you owe me.”

I grinned, heat already pooling low in my belly. “Only if you can say this in English first.” I switched languages, speaking slowly: “Please have sex with me.”

She tried, tongue tripping adorably over the unfamiliar sounds. “Phase… lave tex dith me?”

“Close.” I repeated it, softer this time.

“Please lave sex dith me?” she tried again, cheeks flushing.

I closed the distance in two strides, hands framing her face. “Close enough.”

Our mouths met—hungry, laughing into the kiss. When we broke apart, she tilted her head, eyes sparkling. “What did I just say?”

I translated, word for word.

Her smile turned wicked, pure delight. She yanked my top over my head, then bent to my chest, lips closing around one nipple. She sucked hard, a sharp pull that sent sparks straight to my core. I gasped, fingers threading into her hair.

She worked my pants open next, shoving them down along with my knickers until they pooled at my ankles. Cool forest air kissed my exposed skin, raising goosebumps, but her mouth was hot as she knelt, pressing kisses along my inner thighs before parting me with gentle fingers.

Her tongue slid in—slow at first, exploring—then deeper, curling in slick, deliberate strokes. My knees buckled; I stumbled backward into the soft undergrowth, leaves crunching beneath me as I fell. Illara followed without pause, hands gripping my hips to pull me closer, anchoring me as she delved deeper.

The world narrowed to her mouth: wet heat, insistent pressure, the faint rustle of branches overhead. My toes curled into the earth; moans spilled out louder than I intended, echoing softly among the trees. Pleasure coiled tight, then snapped—waves crashing through me, body arching off the ground as I cried out.

She eased back slowly, lips glistening, watching me pant and tremble. Her saliva still warmed me inside, a lingering intimacy.

Then she stood, shimmying out of her own pants until she was bare before me—skin flushed, curves catching the filtered sunlight. “You’re not going to leave a cute girl like me unsatisfied, are you?”

I pushed up on my elbows, then surged forward, guiding her down onto the mossy ground. I kissed my way down her body, lingering at her breasts before settling between her thighs. My tongue met her—savory, slick—sliding inside as my hands rose to cup her breasts, thumbs circling then pinching her nipples just enough to make her squirm.

She bit her hand to muffle a cry, hips rocking against my mouth. I matched her rhythm, tongue thrusting deeper, faster, suction pulling soft gasps from her. Her breathing turned ragged; back arched off the forest floor. I felt the tension build in her thighs, the tremor start—then she shattered, body convulsing, a stifled scream vibrating against her palm as climax rolled through her.

I gentled my touches, lapping softly through the aftershocks until she relaxed. Drawing back, I traced my fingertips up her side—over the dip of her waist, the swell of her breast, along her throat—light enough to make her shiver.

“Thank you, Geoff,” she murmured, eyes half-lidded, smile lazy. “I needed that.”

“Anytime,” I replied, matching her grin as I settled beside her, our bodies tangled in the warm afterglow, leaves whispering in the breeze above us.

Then, reluctantly, we gathered ourselves — wood and dignity alike — and made our way back toward camp, attempting, and entirely failing, to look innocent.

When we returned with our bundles, Sera’s smile was far too knowing.

“You took your time gathering that wood,” she said sweetly. “Perhaps next time Ash and I should go instead. To collect wood. If you know what I mean.”

I laughed before I could stop myself. “By all means. You’re welcome to gather as much wood as you like.”

I paused, adjusting the bundle on my shoulder.

“But we will expect actual branches when you come back.”

Sera rolled her eyes, though she was still grinning.

Behind me, Illara squeezed my hand once, quick and conspiratorial.

The fire crackled as dusk settled properly over the clearing, and for the moment at least, everything felt almost normal.

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