Dungeons And Dalliances Ch 320 329

7.54 - Bordello V

With Vanetta seated on her lap, the two of them posing for the charcoal drawing coming to life on the notebook, Natalie was given a front-row seat to the creation process. Vanetta's hand moved swiftly, charcoal making bold lines and soft shades as she brought them to life. Natalie watched, genuinely fascinated by the skill on display. The drawing was erotic, inherent to their pose, with Natalie's hands freely exploring Vanetta's body as she worked. The clear outline of her cock sticking up between Vanetta's thighs--cradled in by soft skin, pulsing heat against her stomach--was her favorite part, naturally.

"It's hard to focus with you groping me, you know," Vanetta muttered.

"Is it?" She squeezed Vanetta's tits shamelessly. "I think you're doing great. You're an even better artist than I expected."

"I'm... average at best."

Natalie snorted. That was patently untrue. And somehow, it sounded like she believed her own words.

"No, really," Natalie murmured, her lips brushing Vanetta's ear as her eyes stayed locked on the movements of her deft, practiced hand. "You're amazing. I don't know how you do it."

"You're just trying to flatter me."

Natalie sighed, her hands running down Vanetta's sides, tracing the curve of her waist. "No, seriously. I'm not saying that to get into your skirt. Have that handled already, don't I?" Her fingers traced idle patterns on Vanetta's skin. "How long have you been drawing?"

Vanetta's eyes never left the paper, but she could see the rising heat on her cheeks through the mirror. "Since I was six. It's just a hobby though. Something to pass the time."

"A hobby you're good at," Natalie insisted, her thumbs sneaking under her bra to circle the undersides of Vanetta's breasts. The girl shivered. "Better than good. I promise. You really should take more confidence in your abilities." She tweaked her nipples, and Vanetta's back arched slightly in surprise, pencil stilling on the page.

"Keep that up, and I'll mess up the drawing," Vanetta warned.

"Oh?" She slipped deeper into the girl's bra, cupping her more firmly. "Will you? What a shame." Vanetta's thighs clenched, unintentionally squeezing Natalie's cock in.

"Do you want me to do a good job or not?"

"Fine, fine," Natalie said, slipping her hands out. But she didn't stop feeling the girl up. Just in less compromising ways.

Dropping her chin on Vanetta's shoulder, the two of them settled into a comfortable silence, Vanetta drawing and Natalie watching, her hands gently roaming. Distracting her, but keeping it to gentle touches. The drawing came to life with every passing minute, the full-page illustration becoming impressively realistic as Vanetta worked from broad strokes into smaller details, swapping a thicker charcoal pencil for a thinner one. Natalie found herself enjoying the moment, the intimacy of the act and their positioning, as much as the sexual tension.

That said, she was definitely aware she had Vanetta's thighs squeezing her cock, and that the other girl's panties were slightly damp with excitement, herself not immune to having a throbbing rod hugged between her legs--and brushing against her pussy.

When Vanetta began sketching their faces, Natalie's came into focus easily, with a few carefully chosen marks that solidified her features. The pose she'd chosen had Natalie's head positioned as it was now: resting on Vanetta's shoulder, but face slightly turned, drinking in Vanetta directly rather than through the mirror. The look on her face was... softer... than she'd expected. Was that how she'd been looking at Vanetta?

Vanetta worked on her own face next, and her steady hand hesitated. For the first time, she seemed to struggle, frequently looking up for reference. By how she started to shift around on Natalie's lap--which was an enjoyable motion, unintentionally so--she could tell the girl had grown flustered.

"Is drawing yourself awkward?" Natalie asked, guessing at the source of her sudden discomfort. "Seems like it would be."

"A bit," she admitted. "Especially my face."

"At least you have such a good model to work with."

Vanetta snorted, and Natalie narrowed her eyes.

"I'm serious, you know. You

are

gorgeous."

"Mm."

"Your eyes especially. And your nose."

"My... nose?"

"It's super cute, yeah."

The pencil stilled.

"Cute?"

she asked warningly.

Natalie smirked. She really didn't like being called that word, which, naturally, only made it--and her--even cuter.

When Natalie wisely didn't press the point, Vanetta huffed and continued her work.

"Seriously, the flattery isn't necessary. I know I'm not that pretty. And that's not even mentioning all the--" she waved at her own face, and it wasn't hard to guess what she meant. The scarring.

Natalie sighed. "I'll keep saying it until you believe me: you're gorgeous."

"Enough of that," she mumbled.

They settled back into silence, Vanetta putting the finishing touches. Eventually, she looked up, meeting Natalie's eyes in the mirror. "Done," she said. She held the notebook up. "It's--okay, I guess. Not my best work." She poked at Natalie's thigh with the back of her pencil. "

Someone

kept distracting me. And moving around too much."

"That's what you call 'just okay'?" Natalie asked. "It looks like it was done by a professional."

"It's not that good."

Natalie rolled her eyes. When Vanetta offered it to her, she took the notebook and held it up closer, eyes roaming across the charcoal marks. Beyond the artistry on display, she enjoyed the art for the more straightforward reason. A lingerie-clad Vanetta sitting on her lap, Natalie's hands on her breasts, and her cock sticking up between her legs--immortalized, for her to carry around forever.

"I think I'll have it framed in my bedroom," Natalie mused.

Vanetta stiffened on her lap. "You will

not

," she hissed. "That's not for your

girlfriends

to ogle, it's for your eyes only."

There were a few reasons Natalie froze--the casual mention of 'girlfriends' being the biggest.

"Just teasing, of course," Natalie said. And she had been, but Vanetta had reacted more than she'd expected. "You like your privacy, I've picked up that much." A grin tugged onto her lips. "You sure I can't get a second one in the nude, though? Maybe," she said slowly, setting the notebook aside and creeping her hands back underneath Vanetta's bra, "in a more exciting pose?"

"More exciting?" Vanetta quoted, trying to sound annoyed but failing, voice coming out breathy. "Like what?"

"Oh, I've got plenty of ideas. But, before that, I

am

getting pretty antsy." Her hands fell from Vanetta's breasts to settle onto her waist. She lifted the girl up slightly, then let her drop. Her cock slid pleasurably between Vanetta's soft thighs, and Natalie let out a shuddering breath. "You didn't have a thighjob on the menu," she murmured. "But could I convince you to make an exception?"

7.55 - ❤ Bordello VI

Vanetta's breath quickened as she squirmed on Natalie's lap.

"A... thighjob? I don't know. Isn't that a bit much?"

"My cock is literally already between your thighs."

"That's different. It was just a reference for the drawing."

"And moving would change things that much?" Natalie asked dryly. It was obvious Vanetta was protesting simply for the sake of not seeming too eager, so Natalie stopped herself from rolling her eyes. "C'mon. You have any idea what sitting here and

not

being allowed to thrust into you was like? I've been a good girl. I deserve a reward."

"A good girl. That's what you'd call yourself?"

"Totally. And good girls deserve thighjobs. Oh, also--taking off all your clothes actually

is

on the menu, so I'll take that now."

Vanetta's face reddened, and Natalie grinned at her through the mirror. Reluctantly, Vanetta made to stand, and Natalie let her go.

"Go nice and slow," Natalie said, leaning back on her elbows. "Is a strip-tease on the table? Or do I have to pay extra?"

"Ugh. Stop mentioning the whole payment stuff. It's weird."

"Oh? Should I pretend you're doing this just because you like showing off, then?"

Vanetta hesitated, then glared. "I'm not dancing. I don't even know how."

"Hm. Can

I

undress you, then? I'll take that as a compromise."

Surprisingly, after a delay, Vanetta grumbled, "That's... fine. I guess."

"Really?" Before she could change her mind, Natalie had stood and stalked toward the girl, who took several instinctive steps back, pressing her back into the wall as Natalie towered over her. "No take backs, now."

Vanetta met her gaze evenly, but her red face gave away her fraying composure. "Just--hurry up. Get it over with."

"Get it over with?" Natalie sighed. "You're being a bad host again. You're supposed to make me think you want this." Laughing, Natalie gripped the bottom hem of Vanetta's loose, see-through dress. "With hospitality this poor, I think I deserve a discount. Or maybe--bonus service?"

"Do you

ever

stop talking?"

"Only when my mouth is full." She waggled her eyebrows. "We could fix that, if you want."

"P-Pervert."

"You've

really

been using that word a lot," Natalie mused.

Vanetta was cut off from a retort by Natalie pulling her dress up and over her head. She helped wiggle out, and Natalie spared no time in unhooking the back of her bra next. Gently lowering it, she luxuriated in revealing her inch by inch, pausing briefly to let the edge slip over her nipples and reveal those cute pink nubs. Her thumb deliberately brushed against one as she finished taking the garment off. Last came her panties. She dropped onto her knees and made a show of worshiping the process, taking long enough that Vanetta squirmed in place, and when the fabric finally revealed her lower half, slipping onto her thighs, Vanetta couldn't stop herself from protesting:

"Seriously. Stop making such a--big deal out of it."

Natalie obeyed, dropping the flimsy fabric down to her ankles and letting Vanetta step out of them. Standing back up, Natalie took a step forward, letting her cock slide up Vanetta's stomach as the distance between them closed. Vanetta's breath quickened, her eyes widening and her faux-protests drying up at the proximity. Natalie's cock twitched once against the girl's naked stomach, and the vulnerable look on Vanetta's face was--seriously intoxicating.

"So. About that thighjob," Natalie murmured, bringing her lips close to Vanetta's. As she spoke, she felt puffs of hot air hit her face. "You'll make an exception for your special client? Just this once?"

Vanetta swallowed. "I thought--you said you wanted another drawing."

"I can't have both?"

"Well..."

"Or are you trying to distract me?" Natalie teased. She pulled her hips back, dragging the tip of her cock down Vanetta's stomach with the movement, before it nestled into the space between her pussy and thighs. Wiggling it around, Vanetta sucked a breath of air in. Aiming it deliberately down, but keeping her shaft firmly pressing into Vanetta's pussy, she pushed. Considering her partner's excitement, lubrication was no problem--with some wiggling, she slowly slid in. Vanetta closed her eyes and shivered, her own hips pushing forward to help.

Natalie groaned as she slipped between Vanetta's soft, slick thighs. Pulling her forward by the small of the back, and pushing her own hips forward, she smacked in with a quick, satisfying thrust, spearing into Vanetta. She popped out the other end, and Vanetta fell forward, face into her shoulder, hooking her arms up and around Natalie's back as she groaned in pleasure.

Natalie had already known that despite the girl's grumbling and feigned reluctance that she'd been just as flustered, if not more, than Natalie herself. The slickness that met her, and the sounds of pleasure she made as she rubbed against her cock, did wonders for reassuring her, though.

Dragging Vanetta away from the wall--though keeping her thighs firmly locked around her cock--she walked them over to the mirror. "I wanna watch this," she murmured into Vanetta's ear. "You've got an amazing ass, you know that?"

And she did. Slowly working into a rhythm, her cock massaging Vanetta's pussy with each stroke, Natalie watched through the mirror as she popped in and out of the girl's thighs, the tip appearing and disappearing in the tight space between her thighs and beneath her ass. She grabbed two handfuls of that plump flesh and squeezed, groping her as she pumped. Their stomachs met with quiet

plaps

as Natalie picked up speed.

She maintained a steady rhythm, her hips pulling back and pressing forward, cock sliding against Vanetta's pussy with each thrust. The sight in the mirror was hypnotic--Vanetta's ass, her own cock appearing and disappearing, the flush spreading across Vanetta's skin. She could feel the girl's breath hot and quick against her neck, her nails digging into her back as she held on, shaking with excitement.

"Your pussy feels amazing," Natalie murmured into her ear, her eyes locked on the reflection of their joined bodies. "Can't wait till I get to try it for real."

Vanetta moaned, her hips beginning to move in sync with Natalie's thrusts, her thighs squeezing tighter around her cock. The sensation was incredible--the slick friction and the pressure driving her wild.

"That's it," Natalie encouraged, her breath coming faster. "Get yourself off. Use my cock. Does it feel good?"

Vanetta whimpered, beyond pretending she wasn't enjoying herself at this point. Her hips moved faster, her body chasing her rising satisfaction. Natalie could feel the girl trembling against her, starting to tense as she climbed towards her orgasm.

Natalie slowed her thrusts, wanting to drag out the moment and make it last. She switched her angle slightly, her cock pressing more firmly against Vanetta's pussy with each stroke. Risking, just the smallest amount, that an overly eager thrust might join them in a more intimate way. Vanetta seemed to sense it; her own movements became sloppier, more frantic, as if hoping it would happen.

"N-Nat," Vanetta panted, her voice desperate. "I'm--I'm close. I think--"

Natalie's entire body throbbed with need at the words. She picked up her pace one more time, her cock sliding faster and harder between Vanetta's thighs. The sound of their bodies clapping filled the room.

"Go ahead. Cum for me," Natalie urged, voice low. "Cum on my cock."

Vanetta buried her face into Natalie's shoulder, hugging her hard as her orgasm hit. Her thighs squeezed tight as she reached her peak, doing as she'd been ordered and climaxing on her cock. The sensation of her tightening thighs and shaking body sent Natalie over the edge herself, her own orgasm crashing through her seconds later. Gripping Vanetta's ass with both hands, she thrust quick and hard, her cock twitching and jumping as she came, coating Vanetta's pussy and thighs with her release, and a few strands going errant to splatter across the mirror in front of her.

Panting and shaking, their bodies pressed tightly, they rode out their orgasms together. Natalie watched in the mirror as their movements slowed, skin slick with sweat. Finally, when the heat had ebbed, Vanetta looked up, meeting her eyes. She looked dizzy and well-sated, her body trembling with aftershocks. Unable to help herself, Natalie leaned forward and kissed her.

"See? Wasn't that fun?" she murmured.

7.56 - Bordello VII

To Natalie's delight, it didn't take much convincing to get another drawing out of Vanetta. While the first was delightful, Vanetta

was

unfortunately clothed in it--if only in lingerie--and even with a cock sticking up between her legs, Natalie wanted a lewder one. Maybe she'd start a collection. This probably wasn't the only time Vanetta would get a Bordello assignment during their stay at the City of Eros.

The next pose strained Natalie's self-control, though. And while getting another drawing out of her hadn't taken much convincing, the exact pose

had

. Because--it was lewd positioning.

The silver bullet of her argument had been pointing out that it was either

this

, or much more directly lewd activities. So Vanetta grumbled and groused, but in the end, ended up agreeing. Because a drawing was better than 'doing the real thing', right?

Hence, Natalie was lying on the bed, head pointing toward the mirror, with a naked Vanetta straddling her. The other girl wasn't actually

riding

her, but they were both naked, in bed, and Natalie's cock was sticking up and onto her stomach--all it would take was the girl to raise her hips and slap back down. That imagery was making it hard for Natalie to focus. Which was fine, since

she

wasn't the one who needed to concentrate, but nonetheless, this event was turning out to be a trial of self-control.

"I can't believe you convinced me to do this," Vanetta mumbled for the third or fourth time.

"Neither can I," Natalie teased. "Also, it's kind of tragic that your first time is going to be in a drawing, isn't it?"

Deadpan, Vanetta said, "I don't think a

drawing

counts as a 'first time'." But the words seemed to fluster her, which had been Natalie's goal.

This time, Natalie didn't get to watch the drawing come to life, since she couldn't peek over Vanetta's shoulder as she worked. As much as she'd loved watching her draw during the first session, she was okay with missing out on the full process. Because in the end, she would get a picture of Vanetta riding her. While the pose itself didn't have Natalie inside the other girl, the drawing would--and she would get to keep it forever. Well worth the small token fee. Truly, the Bordello was a wonderful establishment.

"Why'd you pick up drawing, anyway?" Natalie asked.

Vanetta glanced at her. "I'm trying to focus."

"Can't help it.

I

need a distraction. I might do something rash, if I'm left to my own devices." Her eyes wandered down to where they were joined, but not joined the way she wanted. "It's pretty tempting, you know."

"Not happening," Vanetta warned, flicking the tip of Natalie's cock--which also wasn't helping matters. "You might've convinced me into... more than I expected, already. But

that's

off limits."

"Fine, fine." She could tell Vanetta meant it, and not in the flimsy fake protests she gave for their other activities. She didn't want to go all the way with Natalie.

Not yet

, being the hopeful qualifier. "But I really do need a distraction. You have any idea how unfair it is to have a naked girl sitting on my lap, rubbing her pussy against me?"

"I'm not

rubbing

anything against anything. And

you

asked for this."

"I do tend to make most of my own problems," Natalie joked. "So?"

"So?"

"Why'd you start drawing?"

"It was just something to do, when I was younger. I..." she paused. "There were times when there wasn't much else to do." Something in her voice told Natalie there was more to that story, but Vanetta wasn't remotely an 'open and sharing' type of individual. She continued before Natalie could have tried easing out an explanation, anyway. "And I liked it. It became a habit. There's no grand reason, if that's what you're looking for. How do any hobbies start?"

"And where'd you grow up?" Natalie asked.

The casual attempt at finding out more didn't work. The notebook dropped a few inches, and Vanetta eyed her overtop it. "I don't like talking about my past."

"Not at all?"

"No."

No luck there, it seemed. Natalie shrugged. "Alright, I won't press." A short beat of silence. "Well, how about the present, then? How come you lock up so much around Elida?"

"Lock... up?"

"I know you're reserved, but you still talk and joke around with me, here and there. But around her, you shut down. You've known her longer, haven't you?"