Dungeons and Dalliances

7.84 – Slime XIII

"You know," Cheri mused. "I feel like what I said was pretty important, but neither of you is paying attention."

No, Natalie was not. She heard the words, and understood them, but they were quickly filed away to be dealt with later. Because she was occupied with something much more important than the possible fate of the world. And that was the feeling of Vanetta's hole squeezing against her cock. The rogue had relaxed into her relentless pace, allowing herself to be used, giving up her body as nothing more than a vessel for Natalie's enjoyment—it was a heaven too great to ignore.

Vanetta, likewise, was lost in a world of her own. She lay flat on the floor, forehead pressed to the stone, taking Natalie's length over and over as she plunged deep into her ass. Moans and whines were wrenched out of her every time girlcock bottomed out inside her, growing louder as the abuse went on, a wonderful accompaniment to the slapping noises.

"I suppose there's not too much more to say, though," Cheri said, amused, slowly gyrating back and forth like she had been since the start. "It's not like I have any evidence. I've just been thinking about it. Why else would the Passions be championing certain individuals? Because the prize at the bottom of the dungeon can only be claimed by a mortal, right? What the prize is, and why they want it, I haven't the slightest clue, though."

She shrugged.

"Anyway," she said. "Enough of that. I wanna join. I meant to let you two have your moment, but I can't help myself. Blame yourselves—could you be a little less into it? How am I supposed to just watch? I think I'll borrow her mouth, since it's not occupied."

Cheri didn't wait for a response, sliding off Vanetta's back and positioning herself in front of the girl currently being pounded relentlessly into the floor with loud smacks of hips-on-ass. With the slimegirl no longer occupying the real estate there, Natalie slowed her pistoning for that brief moment it took to also reposition, scooting her hands up along the floor and hunching over Vanetta to get a better angle for thrusting even harder.

At the same time, Cheri was spreading her gooey green legs open and gently pulling Vanetta's head up by her hair. She paused at what she saw on Vanetta's face, eyebrows lifting.

"Oh, dear," she murmured. "That's quite the expression you have, sweetie." Cupping Vanetta's chin and tilting her face up, her lips quirked into a grin. "She's doing that great a job stirring your insides around? Or, maybe, is it that I was right? That there's nothing quite like the feeling of having another girl slap into your ass? That primal rutting, the feeling of being used? I can tell by your expression that you're finally realizing what your purpose in life is."

It was a tragedy that Natalie couldn't see the mentioned expression that had prompted Cheri's teasing, but even just imagining it had her hips automatically picking up the pace. Vanetta's insides squeezed around her as she bottomed out over and over, and Natalie let out a low groan of her own, entire body hot.

"Did you know," Cheri murmured, "that it feels even better when you're running out of air?" Pulling Vanetta's face down into her crotch, she moaned softly as she felt the girl's mouth press into her gooey slit. "And no, I'm not just saying that because I want to suffocate you between my legs." Pushing her even more firmly against her entrance and grinding her hips around, she sighed in contentment. "Though, to be clear, I do. It's just not the only reason."

Cheri's head fell back and she began to squirm as Vanetta got to work on her second partner. Cheri let go of the rogue's head, though squeezed her thighs in to stop her from lifting away even if she wanted to.

Natalie, meanwhile, kept up her pace, the wet smacks and loud slaps as her pelvis slammed into Vanetta making the girl bounce with each impact, her face pushing even deeper between Cheri's legs. The slimegirl was shivering with pleasure, her chest rising and falling as she panted harder with every passing second, quickly working herself up. It clearly wasn't going to take long for her to fall over the edge.

"That's it," she moaned, jerking her hips up and down for more friction, and keeping Vanetta locked in with her thighs. "Just like that. Doing great, cutie. Just a little … more … and I …"

Her sentence cut off, devolving into a low, shivering moan as her hands slid along the stone floor to her sides, scrabbling for something to hold onto.

Cheri's climax set Vanetta's off; she'd already been building, the girl pinned onto the ground starting to shake and jerk her hips up into Natalie to help with her pounding. Her ass squeezed around Natalie's length, and the added pressure of her muscles contracting around her cock made Natalie grab the rogue's hips to pull them up and get a better angle.

"O-Oh, wow," Cheri said in a breathy groan. "Cumming just from having your ass fucked?" Her voice shook since she was in the midst of her own orgasm—which apparently wasn't enough to stop herself from teasing Vanetta even as they rode through it together. "I'm impressed, you've gotta be a real slut," she emphasized the word by grinding Vanetta's face down into her pussy, and Natalie felt the way Vanetta's hole contracted in response, "to love having your ass stuffed that much. Didn't even have to touch yourself. Oh, dear. She's moaning into me. I think she likes it." She leaned sideways to share a smirk with Natalie. "Slut. Slut. You like being fucked in the ass that much, you naughty girl? Bet you're feeling it on your end too, aren't you?"

Natalie very much was; Vanetta was shaking and shivering underneath her, and each time Cheri used that derogatory word, her ass tightened in a way that had Natalie's mind going blank.

"Looks like your stud's almost there," she moaned to Vanetta. "Ready to be filled up, cutie?"

Another squeeze, this one tight enough that Natalie let out a loud groan of her own. It was too much; her hips slammed forward, desperate to reach climax. With Cheri's teasing and Vanetta's orgasm squeezing her cock, Natalie couldn't resist. One, two, three thrusts—and she was finally there herself.

"Take it," Natalie gasped. "Take it, Vanetta—!"

Her cock pulsed as she buried herself to the hilt, a shiver running through her from head to toe. She fell forward, trembling, her hips jerking as she spurted over and over into Vanetta's depths. One hand went to the back of Vanetta's head to push her down into Cheri's pussy, and the slimegirl fell back on both hands and released her thighs, happy to let Natalie be the one to smother Vanetta into her gooey crotch.

Her hips slammed down into Vanetta's over and over, trying to shove herself even deeper into the rogue. Each thrust milked more white spurts out of her, keeping her orgasm going as she wrung every ounce of pleasure from the feeling of Vanetta's insides clinging to her cock as she could.

She was still shaking when she finally pulled out, and she sat back to admire the cum leaking out of Vanetta's used hole. Cheri, for her part, had kept Vanetta's head firmly in her crotch the entire time. The rogue emerged with a gasp of air. Natalie got her first look at that expression that Cheri had admired earlier.

Vanetta's face was flushed a deep crimson and covered in gooey green slime, hair disheveled, lips parted, and eyes unfocused. She wasn't just "slightly out of it"; she was outright dazed from how intense her first ass-fucking had been … and, to be fair, probably the suffocation in Cheri's thighs during the second half, too.

It took the girl several long moments to come back to reality, but once her eyes focused and she saw Cheri and Natalie both looking at her with smirks on their faces, her cheeks somehow went redder.

"S-Shut up," she growled, looking. "Don't you dare say anything."