Dungeons And Dalliances Ch 280 289

7.14 - ❤ Venting Steam V

Natalie's long suffering had ended. Leaning back with her legs spread, she watched as Jordan and Malice crawled on hands and knees to approach her. Jordan wasted no time grabbing the base of her cock and shaking it side to side.

"Don't be

too

fast, though," Jordan said wryly. "Not something I usually have to worry about, but..." She squeezed hard, and precum leaked from Natalie's tip. "But maybe this is our own fault," she finished with amusement. Green eyes flicked up to hold her own. "Gimme at least a few minutes with her, yeah?"

"I'll do my best," Natalie struggled out. Though she wasn't sure whether her best would be enough, at this point.

Jordan brought her mouth a few inches from Natalie's tip. She pressed a kiss to the side of her shaft, then pulled up to swirl a tongue around her head. Malice joined in, pleasuring her with her lips, before soon enough, the two girls were kissing with Natalie's cock sandwiched between them. The soft pressure of two pairs of lips on either side of her, mixed with the feeling of two tongues flicking out to lick at her, was enough to have her head spinning in moments--thanks both to the image and the sensation.

It wasn't what she

truly

wanted, though. She needed more significant relief. Her hips thrust unconsciously, trying to push herself deeper into their mouths--though of course only managing to slide between their pressed-together mouths, shifting their sloppy kiss downward. Which, to be fair, was plenty satisfying on its own. Especially when they matched the movement, kissing up along her shaft to meet back at her tip, where their tongues immediately started battling for dominance again, slipping and sliding around each other as they coated Natalie's cock with their saliva.

Maybe sensing that Jordan wanted to take Natalie into her mouth, and that only one of them could do that, Malice yielded first, slipping down underneath the other girl and claiming Natalie's other part in the meantime--returning the favor from earlier. Even as Jordan wrapped her lips around the head of Natalie's cock and began sliding down, sinking inch after inch of the throbbing member into her mouth, Malice focused her attention on Natalie's pussy, pressing her tongue in and starting to lap at her with vigorous eagerness.

Natalie moaned long and loud, the long-awaited satisfaction making her thoughts white out, and she leaned back on her elbows as attention was lavished on her from two directions. Her cock disappeared between Jordan's lips again and again, all the way down until she had sunk the full length into her throat, and then all the way back up. And even as Jordan was taking Natalie repeatedly to the hilt, bulging her throat outward, Malice was matching her in intensity--driving her tongue into Natalie's pussy in a way that had her head spinning.

Natalie realized that no matter how strong her resolve, she simply wasn't going to last long. That burning desire in her core, the hot pleasure that came with having her cock and pussy pleasured at the same time, built rapidly--the immediate tempo from both her partners only making it sear up faster. Clearly, Jordan didn't actually want her to last all that long, seeing how fast she'd gone from zero to a hundred. Natalie had been on the edge for far too long now, and she had been absolutely throbbing even

before

Jordan had sheathed her into her throat.

So it was a miracle she held out for more than thirty seconds, really.

And then her thighs were squeezing around Malice's head as the wolfgirl continued to fuck her with her tongue, reaching climax with a long, groaning moan. Jordan continued bobbing up and down on her cock as she shook, happy to milk her out. Pleasure crested, and the orgasm rolled through her body in a hot waves that sent every nerve tingling. Her mind went blank, Natalie briefly unable to even manage words as she fell back against the bed, shaking and twitching as two girls did their best to drain her dry: Jordan abusing her own throat as she swallowed every inch of her cock over and over, and Malice tongue-fucking her until her vision blurred.

Jordan usually gave Natalie the satisfaction of keeping all ten inches solidly engulfed in her throat while she came, but this time, halfway through, she pulled up and off as Natalie spurted out thick, heavy ropes. She kept the head between her lips, Natalie's first load filling her mouth as it just kept coming and coming, extra-heavy from hours of teasing.

When the peak of her climax had passed, and Natalie had collapsed into a breathless heap on the bed, Jordan pulled up. She held her mouth open to present her hard work to Natalie: the pool of white inside made her a bit dizzy. Then, a grin on her best friend's face told her that she had something more planned.

She elbowed up in time to see Jordan scoot over to Malice, who blinked in surprise as the woman all but pounced on her. A second later, Jordan was kissing the wolfgirl on the mouth--or maybe more accurately, pushing that thick, overflowing load she'd extracted from Natalie into the other girl. Malice melted into the interaction, groaning as Jordan swapped the thick pool of cum into her as they shared a sloppy kiss. Malice did the same back, and cum drooled down their chins and dripped onto their tits as they swapped the load between them.

Even as exhausted as she was, Natalie shivered at the sight. Seeing two girls making out while pushing her cum between their mouths was... pretty enticing a show, to say the least. Jordan broke the kiss eventually, grabbing Malice's head and turning it toward Natalie. Her fingers tugged the wolfgirl's chin down, making her open her mouth wide. Jordan did the same; and so, the two girls were displaying Natalie's load, each holding a pool of white.

Natalie's cock throbbed, already back to full-mast--barely having had a chance to soften. With how completely drained she'd felt by the first orgasm Jordan had sucked out of her, she'd have figured there'd have been even at least a small refractory period, but she guessed not. Not with such a sloppy, lewd display to work her back up. She wondered if that had been Jordan's goal in the first place. Maybe, maybe not; she seemed to have enjoyed forcing her cum into Malice's mouth for its own merit, too much so for it to have been strictly a 'tactical play.'

Jordan swallowed, and Malice did the same.

"Look at that," Jordan said. "Already hard again. Good girl." She laid down onto her back and pulled Malice by the hand--who intuited what she wanted, laying on top of her, so that the two girls were stacked, breasts pressing into each other's and stomachs and pussies touching too.

"Question is," Jordan said, squeezing Malice's ass. "Which of us are you gonna fuck first?"

7.15 - ❤ Venting Steam VI

"Which of us are you gonna fuck first?"

The question spawned more of a dilemma than Jordan's joking tone probably intended. As silly as it was, Natalie could see who she chose to slide into first implying a preference. And she didn't want to give that impression. To either of the girls in front of her.

Of course, if she was completely honest with herself, Jordan was her best friend for life, the girl she was madly in love with, and while Natalie had attached to Malice with shocking speed, there was no one in the world Natalie cared for more than Jordan. So there

was

a preference.

That said, currently naked with two girls in her bed, it would be exceedingly bad manners to make any such thing clear, even if Malice herself knew it. And while it was probably ridiculous to worry about,

would

Malice care if Natalie claimed her best friend first? And likewise, would Jordan be bothered if she slid into the girl they were sharing, rather than her?

Jordan cocked her head, the two-second delay catching her attention, knowing that Natalie, in her current state should've been thrusting into any available hole given the earliest opportunity. Where Malice just looked flustered and eager for Natalie to start slapping into her--a one-track girl, which she definitely didn't disapprove of--her best friend's lips quirked up as she met Natalie's eyes, suggesting she had deduced the crisis she was in.

"We're waiting," Jordan teased. "Pick your pussy, won't you?"

Funny enough, the semi-taunting tone set her at ease. Jordan recognized the dilemma and was playing into it, purposefully making her squirm. That meant she wouldn't be offended if, in response, she went with Malice first in joking retaliation. Natalie rolled her eyes and deliberately shuffled forward to place her cock tip at Malice's pussy--and slid slowly in.

Jordan put on an expression of mock offense. "Better not make me wait

too

long." Her eyes sparkled with amusement, which shifted to husky arousal as the wolfgirl atop her groaned in pleasure as Natalie slid deeper inside her.

With a satisfied exhalation, Natalie bottomed out in Malice, grabbing the wolfgirl's hips and closing the last few inches with a hard jerk forward, kissing cocktip to cervix. That earned a long moan from the wolfgirl, her back arching, melting under the feeling of being filled by a nice, fat cock again. In a few moments, Natalie built into a steady rhythm, sliding in and out in long, smooth thrusts.

"Actually," Jordan said. "We should make this a game. Ten thrusts into each of us, then you have to swap. That way, neither of us have to wait too long." She smirked. "And I wanna see who ends up making you cum," she teased.

It seemed like Jordan was especially in an instigating mood, because while Natalie had smoothed past the dilemma of picking who she'd penetrate first, now Jordan was forcing another problem onto her: who she

finished

inside. Natalie eyed her in annoyance.

"Ah ah," Jordan said. "I sense backtalk incoming. You better remember who's in charge, Missy."

Natalie took her revenge by sliding out of Malice and claiming Jordan with no forewarning. Wet as Jordan was, there wasn't much resistance--but being filled up by ten thick inches of girlcock wasn't necessarily the easiest of tasks either, when caught by surprise.

"Yes ma'am," Natalie said sarcastically as Jordan moaned at the sudden penetration.

With Jordan lying underneath Malice, the angle was a bit awkward, and Malice had to slide forward a bit to let Natalie properly go at it, but if anything, the positioning made it more exciting. She slammed ten hard thrusts into Jordan, the allotment she'd been given, bottoming out with loud claps of flesh, before she swapped back to the wolfgirl atop her. Swapping between the two girls' pussies was surprisingly erotic: the subtle change in texture for one, but more than that, the knowledge she had two separate women waiting for her attention.

Every ten thrusts, she went from being squeezed down by Jordan's hot pussy, the girl clenching tightly around her shaft as Natalie had her way with her, to pulling out and feeling Malice spread open, taking her all the way to the hilt. Both girls groaned and squirmed from the treatment, taking their turns being slammed into with increasing intensity. Natalie could only assume the swapping played into their arousal as much as hers--the knowledge they were sharing each other's juices every time Natalie's cock changed pussies.

"Now," Jordan said, panting, holding Malice's ass even as Natalie was slapping her hips into it. "Make sure to cum inside whoever you think deserves it most." Even despite Natalie knowing she was more than a little stirred-up from the fucking--intermittently given or not--Jordan was making sure to tease Natalie with the dilemma.

And, damn it, it was the same problem as before. Swapping between two sheaths, pleasure growing, Natalie was forced to acknowledge that she

would

have to pick a girl to finish inside. Malice seemed a little beyond caring, at the moment... though that might change if she didn't get her final reward. She, like Jordan, did seem to take special joy in feeling Natalie spurt out a hot load into her.

So who to finish inside?

The dilemma grew as her pleasure did, pulling Malice by the hips to slam ten hard thrusts, then swapping to Jordan to do the same. She didn't have long to make her decision. Having two girls' pussies coaxing her orgasm out kind of prevented that.

Jordan, like before, might not care--since she was purposefully turning this into a game, and recognized it as such. Then again, there was a glint in her eye suggesting she

did

want to be the one Natalie emptied herself in.

"Too cruel," Natalie murmured, though in the current heat, she wondered whether either of her partners even heard her.

A compromise, Natalie decided, as most such situations ended up. Right as the heat became too much, Natalie was forced to pick. An unconscious part of her suggested to pull out and slide between them, to use sweat and pussy juice as lubrication as she came between their stomachs, but as amazing as that sounded, it wasn't as rewarding as pouring her load into one of their pussies.

Or

both

of their pussies, as the genius plan came to fruition.

She strained her hips forward, body wracking with pleasure as heat suffused her--and her twitching cock finally released its second load. One, two, three powerful throbs released hot seed into Jordan, the girl shuddering and gasping in response, obviously pleased Natalie had chosen her. But before Natalie had emptied herself, she swapped over to Malice, slipping out of Jordan with a protesting 'oh' from the girl. She slid into Malice, half of the next powerful pump jerking out between their stomachs before she made it into her next sheath. Shuddering, Natalie hilted into Malice and fired off a fourth spurt, then another, directly into the wolfgirl's womb. She stayed there until she'd finished, cock twitching and pumping, before finally collapsing forward, panting.

"You went half and half," Jordan accused. "That's cheating."

"Couldn't decide," Natalie grunted.

Jordan rolled her eyes. "Why not?"

Both of them were caught by surprise when Malice said:

"I wouldn't have been offended if you'd emptied yourself in your mate, Pack-Leader."

Jordan seemed briefly embarrassed, as if she hadn't considered that Malice might have seen through the 'dilemma' Jordan had deliberately set up. She smoothed past it with her usual aplomb. Tutting, she told Natalie, "You've got more than two in you, right?" She rolled off Malice. "You better," she said, eyebrows raised--with cum leaking from her, spilling out into the bed sheets. "I'm expecting at

least

three or four."

Emptying three or four more loads into these two beautiful women? Yeah, Natalie thought she would be more than capable of fulfilling that request.

Four or five might not be enough, honestly. She intended to make good use of having her best friend and her puppy sharing the same bed with her. After Robin's treatment earlier, she

did

have plenty of energy still stored up.

7.16 - Elida's Team

The weekend arrived quicker than expected, and with it, the upcoming delve with Elida's team--an event Natalie was both wary and apprehensive of, yet also admittedly interested in.

While Natalie certainly didn't

like

Elida, to be generous in the description of her feelings, that didn't mean she wasn't intrigued by the top performer of their year, since Natalie was a delver and warrior at heart, and that woman excelled in both fields.

Vanetta too had caught her attention. There was no denying the short, scar-faced woman was a person of immense talent and equal intrigue, considering her unknown background. A place on Elida's team, temporary or not, would give Natalie insight into both of them that she might not ever get otherwise.

It was just a shame she had to suffer Elida's presence to get that insight.

While apprehensive and equally dreading the event as much as she was interested in it, Natalie wasn't

scared

of heading into the dungeon with Elida. The Parda-Halts were snakes; everyone knew that. A dagger in the back wouldn't be out of character. They had literally tried such a tactic on the ruling family of Valhaur, the Beaumons, a few generations back--and high treason was a more dastardly crime than arranging an 'accident' in the dungeon.

But Natalie wasn't a blood enemy of Elida's, merely allied with Liz, and just a teammate at that. Even if their relationship had been more significant, Natalie seriously doubted--as Liz did, since they'd of course discussed the topic--that Elida would try anything. Beaumon and Parda-Halt relations were already tense, and unless Elida intended to kick off a war between major houses, she would keep Liz's teammate safe, because no matter how solid her excuses should something happen to Natalie by 'accident,' no one would believe her; the Parda-Halts had unfortunately ruined any such benefit of the doubt with past exploits--and even with their current reputations. Possibly, Elida would be

more

concerned over Natalie's safety than if she had been some random delver, as to not raise tensions further.

Though all of that did assume Elida

didn't

want a bloody war between the two houses. It wasn't a zero chance of that, Natalie supposed, but it was unlikely enough--and using Natalie as a pawn toward that goal would be a strange enough approach--that she felt in no real danger.

To play it safe, she would hold off on confirming her denial of Elida's invitation onto the team until after the trial had ended. Maybe that was smart anyway: this was a weekend delve, and they might be fighting for their lives for days to come, so while calling the red-haired bitch a bitch would be satisfying, playing nice was better for team cohesion--which meant better for team safety. And while Natalie might have disappointed herself and her team with her lack of professionalism when it came to Alaina, she did, at least, treat the life-and-death danger of the dungeon with far more severity. She couldn't keep her dick in her skirt, but she would absolutely protect those she'd sworn she would: and even if she despised Elida and her team, Natalie intended to uphold her role of tank with as much solemness as she would in her own party.

Like with any planned weekend delve, they started the expedition on the final day of Tenet classes for the week as to eke out a bit more time in the dungeon before they needed to return. Elida's team was no less optimizing than Natalie's, and maybe they were even more so.

After getting dressed and collecting the monster cores with the items she would need--and a few empty ones to store what she found--she met Elida and the three other women that would be making up her temporary team. She spared a brief moment of amusement that even during her excursion onto another party, it would still be on a team of five women. Elida had lost the two men previously joining her: the fighter and the tank, replaced by Vanetta and Natalie herself, respectively. Though presumably Otto would be returning, since she didn't intend to stay.

As she walked over to their designated meeting spot, she admired each of them, and their gear, in turn.

Elida spotted her coming almost immediately, green eyes locking to her from a distance. A dark leather vest, worn but sturdy, protected her torso, while a pair of lighter leather pants hugged her legs. Her left arm was adorned by a bracer made of dark-blue hardened hide. On her right arm, she wore a strange pale glove that extended halfway up her forearm. The ensemble was expectedly discordant and not-so-fashionable, since dungeon gear rarely made a habit of dropping matching outfits. Natalie's own armor was only coherent because it was commissioned by a smith using the erotite deposit she'd found.