Dungeons and Dalliances

7.60 – Basement Preparation I

When they arrived at Natalie's room, there was a brief pause as the two girls looked at each other, unsure of what to do.

Natalie laughed. "So," she said, plopping onto the bed and kicking her feet back and forth. She couldn't quite help the grin. "How do you wanna do this, then?"

"Ugh. Don't sound so excited. Doesn't help with the whole, 'I totally didn't make this up' thing. Seriously, what kind of skill requirement is that?"

"A fun one? Besides, we're on an entire dungeon floor that works the same way. What's one skill?" She shrugged. "And of course I'm excited. Would you rather I sit here and not be excited that you're about to blow me?"

"Don't be crude." Vanetta crossed her arms. "Technically, we could handle this in a less … involved way."

"Huh?"

"You just have to 'cum inside me.' I could use my hands the whole time, then, at the end, you know." She mimed holding something near her mouth and jerking it back and forth—which was maybe lewder than just saying what she meant. Vanetta's cheeks colored, realizing how inappropriate the gesture had been, and she coughed and brought her hand back down.

But. Huh. Yeah.

Could Natalie finish inside Vanetta without ever actually entering her, by being jerked off into her mouth? Would that count?

"That—that might work?"

She had no idea if it would or wouldn't; she could see it going either way.

"You didn't even think of it, did you?" Vanetta huffed. "Your perverted brain just assumed

Of course, Natalie hadn't deliberately tried to sneak around the requirement. Why would she sabotage herself in that way? Though, to be fair, it hadn't been a deliberate effort to ignore the possibility; it just hadn't broached her thoughts at all.

Her feet stopped kicking back and forth, excited expression slipping into disappointment. Was Vanetta saying that was what she wanted to do? That they should try to get around the requirement?

Her dismay must have shown on her face because Vanetta narrowed her eyes at her—then smirked. She sat next to Natalie on the bed.

"Don't look so disappointed," she snorted. "Don't you have any shame? Fine, whatever, we can do it the normal way. Since we don't know if trying to sneak around the rules would stop the skill from triggering. If it did, we'd have to do it twice. Wouldn't want that."

"Speak for yourself," Natalie said, her good attitude returning. "Because, I mean, if you're offering, twice sounds—"

"Shut up, or I'll change my mind."

She clicked her teeth shut. A second later, unable to help herself, her lips twitched, and she said, "Well, even if it's not necessary, we'll be getting more enchanted tokens this way."

"I'm getting tired of that excuse."

She said that, but she had sure used it an awful lot in the past week herself. Natalie didn't call her out, though.

"Ugh," Vanetta said. "So, what?" She glanced at Natalie, cheeks coloring, before quickly looking away. "It's awkward when we're being—forced like this."

Yes, the artificial nature was more awkward than a natural development; Natalie wouldn't disagree there. Though in some ways, it also made it more titillating.

Natalie leaned back on her hands, her grin getting wider. "Do whatever you need to me," she said, feigning bashfulness as she glanced away. "I'm in your care."@@novelbin@@

"What? Don't make it sound like I'm the one coming onto you. Ugh, just—take off your armor already."

"So direct," Natalie said, covering her chest with a hand. "If you're going to take my chastity like this, you could at least be a gentleman about it."

Vanetta started sputtering. "You don't have any chastity left. If you ever had any." She pointed at the metal cup between her legs. "Stop playing. Off."

"If Master demands it of me."

"Master?!"

Natalie couldn't keep up the ridiculous act, so, laughing, she stood and began to strip for her partner without preamble. Vanetta, as she usually did, froze up, her back straightening and her hands folding into her lap as she didn't seem to know what to do.

Untying the strings holding her armor on, Natalie slipped out of her bra first, then her lower piece of armor, savoring how Vanetta's eyes lingered on the exposed skin, her cheeks quickly reddening. The two of them might have 'grown more acquainted with each other' this past week, but the other girl was still—well, to put it bluntly, a gigantic virgin. Which was one of the reasons Natalie liked playing with her so much. It was way too easy to get reactions.

As always, Vanetta's eyes widened as Natalie's cock came into view. Having already been cramped and half-swollen in anticipation, it swelled up to full length immediately after being freed from its metal confines, bobbing a few times as it settled. Gray eyes tracked the movement before fleeing upward after realizing she'd been staring.

"So," Vanetta stammered. "What, ah, now?"

"Again, that's up to you," Natalie said, grabbing her cock and wiggling it at the other girl. "Use me however you want."

"Stop acting like I'm the one taking advantage of you. It's the other way around." Vanetta covered her face with a hand. "Just—get back on the bed."

"Yes, ma'am."

Cozying into the pillows at the headboard, she spread her legs to give the other girl access—and Vanetta accepted the invitation. Natalie's heart jumped as she shuffled up on her knees in front of her, settling between her thighs.

"Alright," Vanetta mumbled, eying the rod standing at attention in front of her. "Just … work into it. Can't be that hard, right?" The self-encouragement was clearly meant for herself. "It's not that big, after all."

Natalie bit her lip on a retort. Not that big? Any response to that would seem rather egotistical.

She understood Vanetta's trepidation. She wouldn't be the easiest first partner as far as size went. Her skill did help things along, making the sizable rod easier to accommodate, but it didn't make the task trivial.

Was Vanetta intending to actually take her inside, then? Fully? Or would she just be getting some licking and kissing? That would be more than enough for her, though there was nothing quite like having another girl's nose squished into her lower stomach, all ten inches sheathed in her throat—so she hoped for more.

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Vanetta reached out and grabbed Natalie's cock.