Dungeons and Dalliances

7.67 – Into the Basement V

Safe on the other side of the vine hallway, Natalie was given a moment to collect her thoughts. Sort of. The tingling in her cock was going nowhere, and her hands itched to touch herself again. The urge was far stronger than she expected, especially when the experience hadn't been—pleasurable? No, it had been pleasurable. But too intense to feel good. Though paradoxically, she almost couldn't help herself from doing it again. It would only take a few seconds of stroking for another of those insane orgasms to be crashing over her, right?

She forced her eyes away from her throbbing cock and back to Vanetta. She was vaguely aware the other girl had been trying to get her attention, but, distracted, she didn't know what. Refocusing, she responded:

"I'm fine. I'm fine. That last vine was coated with … something. Strong. Made me—sensitive." She was repeating herself, but her thoughts were in disarray. "But, um, yes. I'm fine." Taking a deep breath while desperately trying to ignore her oversensitive cock, she continued, "If I don't touch myself, at least." Doing so had been an obvious mistake, not that there'd been any real consequences besides that second overwhelming orgasm.

Vanetta stared at her across the twenty-foot gap for a long moment.

"Uh huh," she finally said. "You're … sure? You looked pretty—" She didn't finish the thought.

But she could imagine. She was vaguely aware of the noises she'd been making and how hard she'd been writhing in pleasure.

"And what about me?" Vanetta said dubiously. "You're across, but I'm not. Am I going to have to—?" She gestured vaguely at Natalie with her dagger. "Have that happen?"

"No clue. Just … uh, keep your armor on. They can't take it off themselves, so you should be safe."

"They'll be fine with that?"

"If they aren't, they'll have a fight." It was that simple, as far as she was concerned.

"If they don't go inside, it's not as big of a deal," Vanetta muttered. "Rubbing is—whatever. Least I could expect. But I'm not taking the risk of more."

"Don't." She wasn't sure whether the magically animated vines had enough intelligence to know 'just rubbing' was all they were allowed to do, so it was best if she kept her clothes on. They were probably controlled by the City itself, so maybe they did … but maybe not, too. So best not to risk it.

"Should I give you a second?" Vanetta asked. "In case we need to fight?"

"That's probably smart."@@novelbin@@

Slumping against a wall, she closed her eyes and waited for the pulsing heat and sensitivity in her cock to fade. It was still standing erect, glistening with the pink-hued substance. Even walking a few steps and feeling her shaft bob through the air nearly had her hands shooting down and squeezing it, the need to satisfy herself was so intense.

Not being able to distract herself with conversation turned out to be a mistake. Apparently, magically-enhanced super-sensitivity serum was potent enough that even fantasies were dangerous. She had the self control to not touch herself—barely—but with a burning heat tingling up and down her cock, she couldn't control her thoughts. Her mind lingered on how amazing her cock felt, even sans physical contact, and she couldn't help but start to imagine lewd things. With those fantasies, her cock tingled more, and her thoughts grew even less appropriate. A feedback loop.

A whine escaped the back of her throat as she, unfortunately, began fantasizing about how amazing sliding herself into Vanetta's throat had been half an hour earlier. Trying to suppress the thoughts didn't work despite her best efforts. Before she knew it, she was shaking violently as she leaned against the wall, hips pushed outward and cock jumping up and down as she climbed to the edge of another climax.

But surely she wouldn't? Not without an ounce of physical stimulation? And Vanetta was still watching—it would be mortifying.

That thought was her undoing. The embarrassment of knowing she was being watched by another girl as she came apart without even being touched was enough to push her over the edge. She bit her lip in a futile attempt to stop the high-pitched keening noise from escaping her throat as pleasure erupted out of her cock. Rope after rope splattered onto the stone floor, and she shook violently as waves of overwhelming bliss washed through her. Without vines or her own hands to help her through it, this time. And that, surprisingly, made it more pleasant: not as overstimulating. Dizzying, mind-bending pleasure still crashed through her, but without that overwhelming intensity.

Which meant it lasted longer. Her entire body trembled as she rocked back and forth with her hands clenched at her sides. She lost track of time—and awareness of her surroundings—as her hips thrust lewdly back and forward, spurting out white ropes. When it finally ended, she had no idea how long she'd been climaxing. How long she'd been twitching, dick lewdly spurting in front of Vanetta.

Sagging down, the saving grace was that the powerful substance finally seemed to be fading. Her cock was softening.

A minute later, she worked up the nerve to climb to her feet, clear her throat, and meet Vanetta's eyes.

"Okay. S-Should be good now," she mumbled. "For real this time. Effect is fading."

Vanetta swallowed. Whatever she thought of the display—of Natalie cumming right in front of her without even being pleasured—she at least spared her the embarrassment of acknowledging it.

"Alright. My turn, then."

Sheathing her daggers, she stepped hesitantly onto the green blanket of vines.

"Hopefully it only wanted one of us," she muttered, though she didn't sound too hopeful.

Natalie's grip wrapped around her hammer as she watched the other girl advance. She didn't think this would turn into a fight, but she could see the possibility. This was the Palace Basement, and if there was anywhere where the mostly-accommodating nature of lewd encounters would fall apart, it would be here.

Like with Natalie, it wasn't until halfway through the vine hallway that the plants reacted. Vanetta came to a stop as her footing became tenuous, the vines writhing underneath her. A moment later, they sprouted, slithering up to wrap around her ankles.