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?"

"You aren't Elida."

"That might be the nicest thing you've said to me."

Amused, Vanetta poked Natalie's stomach with the butt of her pencil. The way she leaned forward slightly to do so had Natalie's cock brushing against her stomach, and it jumped in response at the contact. Vanetta eyed it, then eyed her, as if it was her fault.

"More importantly," Vanetta said, "you aren't a Parda-Halt. Anyone with half a thought bouncing in their head wouldn't give one of them an inch more than they have to."

I'd give her a lot more than an inch--around ten, Natalie thought, but didn't say. She was somewhat annoyed at herself for the innuendo, even if it had manifested more because of the perfect set-up than anything.

"But you trust her that little, even though you're teammates?"

"I trust anyone that little."

"Anyone?"

"Including you, yes," Vanetta said. "Oh, don't look so offended. We've known each other for all of a single full day."

"An action packed one, though," Natalie said, wiggling her eyebrows--trying not to be offended. "A thighfucking doesn't mean anything to you?"

"You're impossible." A few moments passed, her pencil scribbling against the notebook, before she said quietly, "Fine. Maybe I trust some people more than others. But you have some misconceptions about me, if you think I trust you implicitly after a single day of knowing you. Just because I'm... more comfortable... around you doesn't mean I trust you."

"That's--fair. I already knew that." And she did; but it was blunt for Vanetta to say outright. "I just don't like being grouped in with Elida."

Vanetta smirked. "That's also fair."

"But, really. She's still your teammate."

"It's a temporary affair."

"It is?"

Vanetta pursed her lips. "Well--maybe not. I joined thinking so. But Elida is stronger than I expected. Perhaps it'll be less temporary, in light of that."

"Oh?" She'd have expected the time spent on Elida's team would discourage Vanetta from staying with her. She was disgruntled the opposite had happened.

"I care about efficiency, Natalie," Vanetta said, reading the look on her face. "About teammates who can clear the dungeon quickly, cleanly, and with minimal risk. Their personalities mean less than nothing. I'd rather we weren't friends." She hesitated, then added, "It's why I wouldn't entertain an offer from you, for example. Not that I was expecting any such thing," she clarified. "But I already dislike how--the ease with which we--our current behavior toward each other," she finished clumsily.

That announcement, too, Natalie was taken aback by. For a few reasons, but she focused on: "You wouldn't want to be on my team?"

"No. Not just because this City of Eros is something I'm quite fine with being a once-in-a-lifetime event. I don't want another floor like this; the dungeon should be the dungeon. I liked it as it was. But also because, yes, I mean it: teammates shouldn't be friends." The scribbling continued for a moment as Vanetta organized her thoughts. "It's why I went solo for the first while. To avoid complications. That, and because I didn't think anyone could keep up with me. I'm realizing now that was arrogant. Tenet has a number of first-years that aren't... completely useless, to my surprise."

"Not completely useless," Natalie quoted. "Put that on my gravestone."

"Shush."

"I'm surprised you thought Tenet wouldn't have someone who could keep up with you. We're the best Academy in the world." She paused. "Debatably--top three for sure."

Vanetta's cheeks colored. "As I said, I realize that was arrogant, now. But, I thought--" She shrugged and didn't offer more.

Natalie didn't pull on that thread; Vanetta seemed uncomfortable, and Natalie was no Elida, to dig into someone's past against their wishes.

"Finishing up now," Vanetta murmured after a minute had passed. "I seriously can't believe you made me do this. Forcing a girl into drawing herself having sex." She shook her head. "You seriously have no shame."

"Had no shame," Natalie laughed. "Put that on my gravestone, too."

7.57 - Street Show

"That was a productive outing," Natalie said, stretching her arms above her head as the two of them left the Bordello. "Made some great progress, wouldn't you say?"

"Do you mind?" Vanetta asked, glancing down the street with embarrassment.

"What? No one's around," Natalie laughed, nudging her playfully and earning a glare. "I mean, seriously. Look at the payout."

Opening her pouch of tokens, she displayed their hard-earned profits. The newly enchanted Eros tokens--separated into their own container earlier--gleamed under the starlight. Their earnings far exceeded what Natalie had expected. Two hours spent in the Bordello with Vanetta acting as her courtesan had rewarded them handsomely, easily matching her Arena earnings. And she'd been the client. Vanetta's take was even more substantial.

"I still feel bad about being paid by you," Vanetta grumbled. "Take half. Seriously. We both know that it wasn't--real patronage."

"Speak for yourself. I don't think I've spent my money that well in," she paused. "Ever? Definitely ever."

"Oh, be quiet." She glanced at her, her eyes flicking down her body before darting back up. "It's still weird seeing you naked, even if I know you have armor on."

"Enjoying the show?"

"As if."

Natalie laughed. "If you're feeling guilty--which you shouldn't be--but if you are, pay the favor forward. Like I said, I dunno if I want to deal with the Bordello either. So when it's my turn to work there, maybe you could come be my client. My exclusive client." She grinned. "I'll make a special menu just for you."

"As if," Vanetta growled. "Ugh. You're letting it get to your head, I can tell. We only did--all that--because it was part of the assignment."

"Totally. And when the next one rolls around..."

Vanetta took a deep breath. Plastering on a stoic expression, she said, "I'll consider it. Since I owe you a favor now."

"How romantic. You promise?"

"I promise," Vanetta deadpanned. She faced forward again. "Assignments should've reset. Let's pray I don't have to follow through today."

"I'll be praying for something, I guarantee that," Natalie teased. "Hm. I do wonder what we got. Hopefully nothing too crazy."

"Somehow, I doubt you'd actually mind."

"No matter how many times you imply I don't have limits, I really do."

"I'll believe that when I see it."

"I'm not that much of a pervert. You've got a distorted view of me because of this. Our first mission together." She gestured around at the City.

"This is your fault to begin with, from what I understand," Vanetta retorted. "I don't know what's going on with you or why the dungeon changes around you, but your presence made this happen. So, 'not that much of a pervert'? The dungeon itself disagrees."

It was a strong argument, unfortunately. Natalie puffed her cheeks out, then laughed. "Fine. Think what you want. But if you already have that image of me, maybe I should try to match it. Or do you think I haven't restrained myself around you?"

Vanetta paused, then narrowed her eyes. Her mouth opened to retort, but she was cut off. Stepping around the corner of a building, a distraction came into view.

A pillory. The structures were situated throughout the City of Eros, though Natalie had yet to see one occupied. The wooden setups with three holes--two smaller ones for hands, the other for the neck--were suggestive enough that even lacking occupancy, she would find her cheeks coloring whenever she spotted one. Especially because they were always out in the open, positioned in the middle of the flow of traffic, guaranteeing that if they were filled with someone in need of punishment, there would always be an audience--even if just an accidental one comprised of passersby.

Passersby like Natalie and Vanetta, who were, all at once, abruptly greeted with a woman locked up in one such pillory. Naked. The City of Eros would hardly allow the imprisoned to keep their clothes.

That would've been a sight on its own--a woman locked up in the middle of a busy street, nude, her ass sticking out as she was bent over at a near ninety-degree angle, with her wrists and neck secured by wooden restraints. But it wasn't just the pillory that was occupied. So was the woman herself.

A city-goer had taken up her civic duty of punishing the criminal. A woman, positioned behind the other, with her lower armor stripped off and her top remaining. Loud clapping filled the air as she pummeled into the other girl, sweaty and moaning her audible satisfaction--making only slightly less noise than the pilloried woman herself, who was enjoying her punishment more than a criminal ought to.

Cheeks heating up, Natalie peeked at where the two girls were joining and confirmed, indeed, it wasn't a strap-on: another woman had gotten her hands on 'extra equipment'. The City of Eros--or Lust in general--was apparently fond of providing such means. Natalie guessed that made sense. She'd been the first person Lust had chosen to bestow in such a way.

She wondered if the phenomenon would leak out of the dungeon, somehow. Whether the City of Eros would provide a permanent ability to change one's body in the way Natalie's had. It would make explaining her situation easier, at least, on the surface. Assuming the City of Eros became common knowledge--which it had to, unless something strange was going on.

Natalie's eyes lingered on the two vigorously fucking women for a few moments, and, while a nice sight, she shrugged and made to keep walking. Pausing, she found that Vanetta had likewise stopped--and hadn't yet torn her attention away, gray eyes comically wide at the unexpected lewd sight. Natalie watched the other girl, amusement rising with every moment Vanetta continued to stare, blush deepening.

Eventually, she leaned down to murmur in her ear, "Enjoying the show? And you called me the pervert."

Vanetta jolted and faced Natalie, freezing when she realized she'd been caught. She stammered out an excuse. "It just--caught me off guard. What are you implying?"

"Nothing. But, you know, you could probably join in. Looks like her mouth is free."

"You're--disgusting." Huffing, Vanetta hurried back forward, firmly keeping her eyes down to avoid the street show. Laughing, Natalie followed her.

7.58 - Palace Basement I

In the end, Natalie came to a decision: she couldn't justify ending their delve when the three short days they'd allocated came and passed. Not with possible rewards in the form of Epic and possibly Mythical items sitting in the Emporium. While leaving her team without their primary tank for an extended period was far from ideal--and in some ways, leaving them in the dark on whether she was alive at all was worse--the potential for benefit was too great.

Thankfully, both downsides were mitigated. As for them lacking a tank--Malice, [Divine Invigoration], and hopefully [Aura of Blessed Advancement] were helping them along. They would be making decent progress without her.

And for Natalie's well-being, [Divine Invigoration]'s persisting effect would indicate she was alive and down in the dungeon, having extended the delve for one reason or another. Considering how two god-blessed individuals had entered together, she was sure Ana, if no one else, would suggest that the dungeon had taken special interest in them and thrown them into an extended challenge. Though [Divine Invigoration] would expire after a week, so they would eventually lose that assurance.

Also, Natalie had made contact with two parties leaving the City of Eros, paying them to send messages to Tenet and her teammates. Assuming something odd wasn't going on, such as a memory effect or similar, Jordan and the others would receive news of her being alive. There was no guarantee, though; communication could only leave the City, not enter it.

So, not ideal, but not horrible, in regard to her teammates. Natalie intended to make it up to them by bringing back loot. Plus, her benefit was their benefit since skills scaled on level. So if she were to level up again, [Aura of Blessed Advancement] would work even more effectively on them. And there were few benefits as substantial as faster leveling.

The first week passed with a variety of adventures. Mostly, she received Arena and Bordello assignments. The expected Coliseum event with Elida, shockingly, didn't appear, and neither did the scandalous Palace Basements.

Natalie received two non-standard assignments: one night, to go "punish criminals secured in pillories", which was, uh, a rather fun one, and another day, to "engage in carnal relations with three other citygoers", which had also been an enjoyable experience. Picking up girls was always fun, and being paid to do it? Even better. Especially when said other girls had gotten their own share of rewards.

She was starting to recognize faces on the streets, which made the City experience more flustering in some ways and less in others. Because while there were a few hundred people at any given moment in the City, a few hundred wasn't that many, and since Natalie mostly paid attention to the girls, the pool was cut in half.

She was starting to be recognized in return, too. It wasn't common for girls to have permanent extra equipment, apparently, which made her a point of interest in its own right. Never mind that she and her team were from Tenet--as few groups here were, since most delvers in general weren't elite delvers by definition--and not just that, they were some of the best of their year.

As it turned out, acting as a regular, full-time delving team was only slightly less effective at earning tokens than engaging in their assignments. So their squad of five turned to that often, whenever their given tasks were too uncomfortable. Heading out into the Ruins and hunting bosses, then bringing those coins back to trade with city-folk, wasn't quite as good as engaging in the way the City wanted, but it wasn't far off.

Only for their team, though, because of how efficient they were. The vast majority of groups avoided the 'points of interest' in the Ruins like the plague. Which was fair. Even their team struggled with some. And most delvers weren't looking to get themselves killed. Even the more prudish would rather lounge about in a Bordello and entertain guests than risk permanent maiming. Tenet students were just a special brand of crazy--and her group in particular.

So, that hunting efficiency, combined with a better-than-expected trading ratio between regular coins and enchanted ones, made the endeavors fruitful. Doubly so because there were a subset of city-goers who had happily sunken into full depravity and were quite... efficient when it came to enchanting tokens. Some of the stories she'd heard scandalized even her. Most of those originated from the Palace Basement. A certain reputation had been built up for that place, and Natalie was slightly apprehensive for when she eventually received an assignment there herself.

Which was, it turned out, on day seven.

Reading that simple snippet--venture into the Palace Basements and return with at least one piece of loot--had Natalie's stomach both sinking and her heart rate picking up in anticipation. The situation evolved for the better when she checked what Vanetta had gotten and received a grunted response of, "Palace Basement." They'd gotten it together, on the same day. The assignment didn't specifically tell them to go together, but--the option was there.

Learning that Natalie had also gotten it, Vanetta paused. Normally, she would have rejected this strangest and most perverted of the common assignments. But with Natalie also assigned?

"Is teaming even allowed in the Basement?" Vanetta asked dubiously, glancing at the paper again.

"It is. It's a whole thing; you just have to hang around the entrance and see if anyone wants to." She'd heard people talk about it; after a week in the City, she'd chatted with enough of the other denizens to have a good idea of how everything worked. "The challenges adjust, though, I think? So it's not necessarily an advantage. You split loot. And you lose your--privacy."

"Ah, yes," Vanetta said sarcastically, "if you're gonna have sex with a monster, you should at least have your privacy."

As a distinguished monster-fucker herself--thanks to Malice and her insatiable appetites--Natalie defended herself, "They're humanoid. They even talk. Nothing wrong with that."

Vanetta grunted. "That they talk is crazy in its own right," she muttered. She wiped a hand down her face. "You're gonna make me go with you, aren't you?"

Natalie didn't point out that Vanetta could decide not to on her own prerogative. She grinned shamelessly and gave the other girl the excuse she was looking for.

"Please? It's dark and scary. I don't want to go alone."

Vanetta glowered at her since she was laying it on thick.

"Besides," Natalie said, "we'll have a choice in what happens. The encounters are hard, but we're good. If we're not feeling it, we can fight our way out and leave."

There was always the risk of 'not feeling it' and losing anyway, though, or falling into some trap, so venturing down into that place was essentially giving blanket consent. So Vanetta hesitated for a long moment.

But for all her accusations of Natalie's own pervertedness, the other girl was clearly curious. Because it didn't take that long before she got a hesitant nod.

"Fine. It's the second-best way to earn tokens in the City, isn't it? Might as well see what's going on down there."

7.59 - Palace Basement II

It had been a week since entering the dungeon, which meant [Divine Invigoration] had expired. Also, she and Vanetta were about to head down into the Palace Basements, which was the most dangerous part of the City of Eros--as far as fights went. Not that death was a risk. Defeat, as in the rest of the city, was resolved through lewd activities. Which, in this case, meant a variety of humanoid--and some less humanoid--monsters having their way with the defeated party. Among other, stranger activities. In the Palace Basement, anything could happen.

Which Natalie was secretly interested in, but only to some extent. She intended to fight her way out of anything that went a little too far for her sensibilities. Thus, [Divine Invigoration] needed a new target so they could enter at full strength and have the most autonomy in what 'events' assaulted them against their will.

Specifically, it needed to be used on the teammate who would be tackling the Basement with her.

How to broach that topic, though?

'By the way, before we go in, do you mind if I cum in you?'

"What are you smirking about?" Vanetta asked.

"N-Nothing," Natalie said. "Well, actually, something." They had been headed to the Palace Basement entrance, Vanetta leading them and Natalie following automatically, but now she pulled Vanetta aside. "Can I tell you something, and you keep it a secret?"

"Oh? Where's this coming from?"

"I have a skill I want to use, but I don't want it getting back to Elida or anyone else. I trust you if you say you'll keep it a secret."

"You... would?"

"Sure."

A week had passed, and while Vanetta had continued warming to her, her statements in the Bordello held: she wasn't the quickest woman to trust. Her past remained opaque to Natalie, and while Vanetta never seemed upset when she tried to poke out more information, neither did she open up and share unprompted.

So, Natalie's claim of 'trusting her' surprised Vanetta, since that trust wasn't fully returned. But Natalie did trust her. At least with this--it wouldn't be the end of the world if details about her class abilities leaked; it would just be unfortunate for various reasons.

"... Alright," Vanetta said. "But there's seriously a skill that you haven't used yet? We've been in some close fights in the Ruins." She sounded reproachful.

"It was occupied until now," Natalie said. "It's a strong buffing ability. I was keeping it on a teammate. My--real teammates." She winced at that phrasing. While temporary, Vanetta and the rest were 'real teammates' too. "It lasts for a week, so it expired last night."

"Ah," Vanetta said. "And you want me to be the next target?" Her brow furrowed. "Why am I getting a bad feeling about this?"

Natalie coughed. "There's a specific requirement."

"Oh. Heavens. What is it?"

"On a scale of one to ten," Natalie asked, "how much have you warmed up to the idea of... being more intimate together?"

Because, despite the two of them interacting frequently this past week, including more Bordello events, Vanetta seemed to have settled into a clear level of comfort: external only. Natalie's cock had--delightedly--been pleasured by just about every part of Vanetta's body, but only the outside. Tits, thighs, hands, and even one interesting foot job, but no holes. Likewise, Natalie herself hadn't gotten a chance to get her mouth between Vanetta's legs. Hands only.

Which was all perfectly fine; Natalie had had plenty of fun under those restrictions, and her partner's comfort mattered more to her than getting her dick wet, as fun as that could be. But it posed a real problem, considering [Divine Invigoration]'s fundamental requirement.

"A little more intimate?" Vanetta asked.

"It doesn't matter how, exactly," Natalie said, squirming in place--her face heating up. Hitting on a girl on her own will was easy enough, but she'd always found, and likely would continue to find, the artificial rules of her class much more awkward to explain. "But, I need to--" She paused. The only way forward was to just say it. "Cum in you."

That statement sat in the air for a while, Vanetta's face draining of expression, a stony mask forming.

"You need to cum in me. For a skill."

"Yeah."

"Uh huh. And you totally aren't making that up."

That, Natalie was slightly offended by, though not overly so, since the accusation stemmed from incredulity more than mistrust.

"I'm not. And if you don't want to, like always, that's fine. But--it's a pretty big buff. And it lasts for a week, so it'll get you through the rest of the City." She hesitated. "It's also expensive. Non-trivially." Since she planned to use [Empower] and expend Carnal Energy. "Don't wanna get into the details, but there's a real personal cost associated, since it's so strong. It'll make you--a lot more powerful. I'm not understating how effective it is."

Slowly, Vanetta's expression morphed away from her blank incredulity. She seemed curious now, as any delver would be. "And you've just been sitting on a skill like that? Also--a lot stronger how?"

"Main stat increase. For you, that'd be Prowess?" It was a rhetorical question; the number of non-Prowess rogues had to be less than five percent. Few were Furor or Tenacity-based.

Vanetta nodded slowly. "Okay. I believe you that you're not just trying to--do something." Get your cock inside me, was the implication. "It's really that vague? Just 'inside'?"

"Mouth works." Natalie coughed into a fist. "Tested and verified. The other two ways would be fine too, I'm sure."

"Two?" Vanetta had to piece together what she meant, and her face reddened. "That's not happening."

"Nothing has to, if you don't want," Natalie said. "But. Uh. It is on the table, if that's what you'd prefer."

Vanetta shifted in place, crossing her arms as she narrowed her eyes at Natalie. After glancing around the hallway, she unfolded them. "I can't believe you're serious. Ugh." She rubbed her forehead. "I mean... if it makes me stronger... we'll want that for going down into the Basement. Means we'll have--more choice in what happens, being able to fight out of it. And better this than that, right? Lesser of two evils."

"Lesser of two evils? My poor self-esteem."

Her feelings weren't actually hurt; she found Vanetta's constant protesting cute. But only because it was always followed up by the other girl climaxing on her fingers, thighs, or cock shortly afterward. That was a great salve to any worries about whether she actually wanted her.

"Well," Vanetta finally said. "Whatever. I guess we're stopping by your room first, then."

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 I'd use my mouth the whole time."

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."

"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.

7.61 - ❤ Basement Preparation II

Natalie sighed in satisfaction as she felt Vanetta's fingers wrap around her. Leaning back, she luxuriated in the sensation of her companion's grip stroking up and down. It didn't matter how many times they did this; she would never get tired of it.

After over a week, Vanetta was starting to gain confidence--and skill--in these lewd actions, which made the experience doubly enjoyable. Sitting with her legs spread over Natalie's own, Vanetta twisted her grip as she stroked with both hands.

"You're getting better at this," Natalie murmured.

"Not like I've had much choice in the matter," Vanetta replied sarcastically. "Been getting too much practice. But thanks, I guess."

The other girl rolled her eyes, hands working around Natalie's girth. Her attention was also locked onto Natalie's length, squeezing and twisting in ways that made soft, pleasurable moans escape her mouth without intention. Whenever she twisted her wrists just slightly, her cock throbbed, bouncing in her grip. As expected of one of Tenet's top students, Vanetta was a fast learner--especially when it came to tasks of dexterity; she knew how to work with her hands.

But a handjob wasn't why they were here. Natalie could see the other girl fidgeting, working up the nerve to go farther. She stayed silent and enjoyed herself in the meantime--the firm stroking that was buying the other girl time to build up courage.

"That thing's definitely not going to fit," Vanetta muttered. "Seriously, it's way too big."

Natalie hummed, tilting her head in amusement. Vanetta scoffed at the obvious response.

"Don't look that satisfied. It's arrogant."

"Guilty."

Vanetta continued stroking, a finger slipping up to play with the tip of Natalie's cock, swirling around the slit as she spread pre around the top.

"But if they can do it, so can I."

She nodded, determined.

And finally, she repositioned herself so that she was lying on her elbows, bringing her face a few inches away from Natalie's cock. Natalie froze at the enticing sight: the sizable tool standing at attention mere centimeters from Vanetta's lips. It jumped once in anticipation, bobbing just enough to tap against her mouth, making the girl go cross-eyed and flinch back. After hesitating a second, she rallied and drew close again, taking a deep breath and shivering at the scent that filled her nostrils.

Lifting up, she tentatively positioned her mouth at the tip of Natalie's cock. Their eyes met briefly. Natalie grinned.

"Don't be shy. It's all yours."

Vanetta's face reddened, but rather than making a flustered retort, she lowered herself--and finally made contact with the object of her interest.

Natalie breathed in as Vanetta's lips pressed onto the tip of her dick, then around. She swirled her tongue, curling Natalie's toes, and kept lowering herself until those soft lips engulfed the crown. The warmth and wetness extracted a lewd noise from Natalie, and she clenched her hands in an attempt to keep her hips from thrusting--the urge was intense. But as much as she wanted to go for it, this was the first time Vanetta had done this. Best to let her set her own pace. However much Natalie's heart throbbed in anticipation, wanting to grab the girl's head and rut into her.

Calming herself, she enjoyed the sight of Vanetta getting her first taste of cock. Eyes closed, her brow furrowed in concentration, the other girl used her tongue to trace around the sensitive part of Natalie's cockhead before spreading out to circle around the tip as a whole. Vanetta held Natalie's length in one hand, softly stroking as she licked, and by her expression, she seemed to be enjoying herself.

It didn't take long before she wanted to explore further, to test her limits. It was Vanetta, after all, competitive even by Tenet standards. More and more of Natalie's shaft disappeared into the girl's mouth as she ventured down. She slid the tool into her mouth, bulging her left cheek out, then her right, and finally brushing against the back of her throat--trying to find how much she could handle, getting familiar with having a cock in her mouth.

"Ah," Natalie murmured as Vanetta went particularly deep, trying to slide her cock into that restrictive tunnel but gagging as she failed. "Good effort," she breathed. "Keep trying. You'll get it."

Vanetta made a humming noise that vibrated around Natalie's dick and sent pleasant shivers up her spine. Recovering, Vanetta tried to wiggle down another inch, forcing it into her throat again, but she choked and pulled back.

The process repeated itself, finding varying levels of success. Vanetta, like most Tenet students, was the kind of woman to work toward a goal with unerring perseverance. And when that goal was getting Natalie's cock into her throat, despite her inexperience... yeah, Natalie was enjoying herself.

"Gah," Vanetta said, pulling off Natalie's cock with watering eyes. "It's harder than it looks," she admitted, wiping her mouth of saliva, seeming annoyed.

"Than it looks?" Natalie asked with a raised eyebrow.

Vanetta paused, then blushed. "Well, it's not like I haven't had a chance to see it happening," she muttered. "We've been here a week. But how do they get down so far?" She appraised Natalie's cock like she was sizing up an enemy combatant. "It's because yours is so big," she growled. "Like, unreasonably." At seeing Natalie's growing-smug expression, she narrowed her eyes. "That's not a compliment. It's obscene."

"If you say so," Natalie said. "Want some help?"

"Help?"

"If you wanna get it all the way inside," she said innocently, "it might be easier if I'm the one taking control. If you lay back, relax, and focus on not gagging, it'll be easier."

She looked at her warily. "What do you mean by take control?"

"I'll show you," Natalie said, shuffling away from her--temporarily dismayed that she wouldn't have her partner's mouth around her glistening cock for a few moments, but her goal being worth it. "Lie down. On your back. Head off the edge of the bed."

Vanetta seemed to understand what she had planned by that short description alone, and, to Natalie's delight, hesitated only briefly before she obeyed.

"Hmph. I just... wanna see if I can do it," Vanetta muttered. "Don't get too carried away."

"No promises."

Vanetta huffed but didn't insist on the point--another delightful concession. A moment later, Natalie had her cock lined up at Vanetta's lips, the other girl's head dangling off the edge of the bed. Her heart jumped in anticipation.

Really. How wasn't she supposed to get carried away when a girl had just offered her throat up to be abused?

In any case, she would be proving that Vanetta could handle the entire length. One way or another, she was getting it all the way in.

7.62 - ❤ Basement Preparation III

Natalie eased forward, savoring the sensation of her cock sliding into Vanetta's mouth again. With her partner's head tilted off the edge of the bed, she had a perfect angle to work with. Her length disappeared inch by inch as she filled Vanetta's mouth with her already-lubricated member. Only when her tip bumped against the back of her throat did she slow, giving the other girl time to relax.

"Just take it easy," she murmured, holding onto her cock with one hand and cradling the side of Vanetta's head with the other. "Let me do all the work."

The other girl made a muffled noise around her cock, but by how she didn't struggle or push away, she assumed she had permission. Vanetta closed her eyes and breathed deeply through her nose, doing her best to calm her body.

Slowly, she worked in.

She pressed forward, feeling the tightness of Vanetta's throat offer resistance, clenching around her girthy member. She kept up the pressure, feeling her cockhead push against that restrictive hole until finally--Vanetta's throat accepted the tip of her cock. Natalie moaned in satisfaction, as much at the sensation of being squeezed by the soft flesh as by how Vanetta's back arched slightly in surprise, and how her hands grabbed at the sheets and clenched them.

Getting in was the hard part, and Vanetta had stopped herself from gagging, so she made sure her efforts didn't go to waste. Releasing her cock, she grabbed Vanetta's head with both hands and took a shuffling step forward, hunching over slightly as she basked in the heavenly sensation of plunging herself fully into another girl's throat. The tunnel bulged around her cock as its length filled it up completely, giving a rounded outline of her member as it passed further and further into her throat. Natalie didn't slow, not until she'd sheathed herself completely into Vanetta's esophagus. She held on tightly as she hit bottom, feeling the squish of the girl's nose on the underside of her cock, along with the satisfying press of Vanetta's lips to her base.

Natalie let out a satisfied moan, wiggling around a little, grinding herself in place and feeling the tightness of Vanetta's orifice conform to her length.

"Good girl. Look at that--all the way in."

Vanetta's throat spasmed around Natalie's cock, which only made it more difficult to not start thrusting. Forcing herself to stay steady, she pulled back, watching her slick cock reappear from within the girl's mouth and the bulge in her throat recede.

Her second thrust wasn't as gentle as the first; she could only have so much self-control. She didn't quite slam herself down to the base, but it wasn't a slow and measured thrust either. Understandably, Vanetta choked, her hands shooting up to grab at both of Natalie's thighs, her careful attempts to relax faltering under the more enthusiastic action. But she didn't try to pull away, nor did she even chide Natalie in any manner.

So Natalie kept going.

She started to set the pace, amazed by how well Vanetta took it--gagging, yes, but only every few thrusts, mostly keeping it under control. Saliva dribbled out from around her lips, coating Natalie's length and running down her face as she went deeper and faster, a little harder with each successive thrust. Vanetta did an impressive job of taking it in stride, partly because Natalie didn't give her much chance not to.

Heat washed through her as she lost herself in the bliss of using another girl's throat for her pleasure. Her mouth fell open as, eyes closed, she moaned and groaned with each thrust, caught up in the moment as she rutted into her partner's mouth.

Talented and a fast learner she might be, Vanetta could only take so much. Before long, she felt the other girl patting at her legs insistently, then smacking at them. Startled out of her reverie, she forced herself to back off, unsheathing the glistening length of her cock.

Her next action wasn't quite intentional, more instinctual. Seeing the other girl choking and sputtering beneath her, she grabbed the shaft of her cock and slapped it down onto her face. After the eager throat-fucking, there was a lot of saliva on her length, and it splattered onto the other girl's features with the repeated smacking. Still acting on instinct, she used her cock to rub it in, grinding her length around Vanetta's nose and mouth, running the tip up and down over her lips. Vanetta tried to speak, but all that came out was incoherent noises as her face was smeared in her own spit--since she was still coughing and recovering from getting a throat-full of dick.

"Don't--don't slap me with it," Vanetta sputtered when she could speak. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Except, despite the protest, the demeaning action had clearly gotten to her: Vanetta squirmed, rubbing her thighs together as she panted, and the glare she tried to send her way was twice as hazy with lust as it should've been if she'd been truly mad.

"If you can talk, that means you're ready again," Natalie murmured, already bumping her cock against the girl's lips. Vanetta made another noise of outrage, but when Natalie kept pushing forward, she opened up her mouth and accepted it back inside. Her actions, like usual, told the truth of the matter.

Since Vanetta had been warmed up by now, Natalie stopped taking it easy--if that was what the previous pace could've been called, since she'd already gotten a bit carried away. She worked into an eager tempo quickly. Each movement buried her cock to the hilt in Vanetta's mouth, spearing in without mercy and making her throat bulge outward, before dragging back as far as she could without popping out. The other girl choked around her length, the first-timer unable to fully ready herself for the all-out assault on her throat, but amazingly, she didn't push away or stop Natalie in any way--or even indicate for her to go easier.

Natalie moaned, gripping onto Vanetta's head tightly as she fucked her throat. "You feel... so good," she groaned. "I'm almost--there. Take it. Take it, you cute little virgin."

That, maybe, was more dangerous than her normal brand of heat-of-the-moment dirty talk. Vanetta might've taken being called a "dirty slut" better than a "cute virgin"--especially that first word. But, with heat building in her stomach and the girl's throat bulging out with each thrust, Natalie was well past the point of thinking clearly. The pleasure grew and grew, untenable in moments.

And, faster than she expected, she was cresting that hill. Orgasm washed over her, and she tensed up, squeezing her eyes shut and hissing as she slammed herself home one last time. The full length of her cock disappeared into Vanetta's mouth as all ten inches buried within her partner's throat. Warmth exploded through her as she began to empty her load, spurting out shot after shot down Vanetta's tight channel, painting the insides of her stomach white. Natalie's hips wiggled around, trying to grind deeper as she pumped more and more of her seed into the other girl.

Vaguely, she remembered to activate the skill.

After several long moments of grunting and twitching, Natalie unclenched, her body relaxing as she slumped forward slightly, spent. She shivered as aftershocks of pleasure tingled up her spine, hands loosening on the sides of Vanetta's head.

Vanetta reminded Natalie that she did actually have to breathe by tapping against her legs insistently. Natalie pulled back, withdrawing her length from the girl's throat. Vanetta sat up, gasping and hacking, coughing up more saliva, which mixed with what had dribbled down her face while she'd been getting face-fucked.

When she recovered, the first thing she did was turn and glare at Natalie. The dangerous glint in her eye was more pronounced than normal, the effect only half-dampened by her saliva-ruined face.

"What did you call me?" she growled.

7.63 - Into the Basement I

"What did you call me?"

Natalie winced at the expression on Vanetta's face. "Uh. Just said it in the moment?"

"Why do you keep using that word for me?" she demanded. "I'm not 'cute'."

In the aftermath of a vigorous throat-fucking, red-faced with saliva dripping down from her chin, Natalie was temporarily inclined to agree. Cute wasn't the first word that came to mind. At least, that would've been the case if she hadn't been glowering in outrage over 'that word' being used for her.

"Agree to disagree?" Natalie joked, maybe unwisely. She fell onto her back on the bed and let out a huge sigh. "You know, you took that better than I thought. You're a natural."

"I'm not sure 'natural cocksucker' is a compliment."

"Wasn't much sucking happening," Natalie snickered. "Natural dick taker? Whatever you wanna call it."

"Do you want me to kill you?"

"At least I'd die happy," Natalie sighed. "Seriously, that was amazing."

"Ugh," the girl said, rolling off the bed and stalking to where Natalie had thrown her armor. "You're impossible sometimes. Get dressed." She tossed Natalie's metal bra at her. "Still have a mission to get to, if you've forgotten." Her lower piece of armor followed, then her boots and gloves next.

Mid-task, Vanetta paused, distracted by something. She flexed her hands in front of her face, blinking in surprise. She hopped a few times from side to side, then dashed to the other side of the room. It took a second for Natalie to understand what was happening.

"Oh, wow," Vanetta said. "You weren't kidding. I'm not even fighting, and I can feel how big the stat boost is. That's some skill."

She emphasized the statement with a few more displays of speed and acrobatics. Straightening out, she seemed to forget about the offensive word Natalie had used for her; her focus was on the buff she'd gotten. A combat-obsessed delver, as usual.

The change in attitude was swift enough that she even seemed to forget the lewdness that had been happening minutes prior: that she'd just gotten a sizable load of cum shot down into her stomach, and that her face was still a mess from the rather thorough abusing Natalie had put it through.

She briefly wondered whether she should return the favor. She'd gotten a wonderful orgasm out of the 'skill requirement' of [Divine Invigoration], but Vanetta hadn't. Though, by the enthusiasm she'd shown while taking Natalie's cock, she'd enjoyed herself.

Alas, the moment had passed, so Natalie knew what response she would get: Vanetta would decline, citing a lack of practical reasons to do so.

She might have tried her hand at pinning Vanetta down anyway, but they did have a Palace Basement assignment coming up, and that whole ordeal would come with a number of climaxes for both of them. No need to rush.

She went about cleaning herself up using the cleaning agent. Afterward, she passed the towel and liquid to Vanetta, who, blinking, remembered she had plenty that needed cleaning too. She took the vial with a blush.

"You got it everywhere," Vanetta muttered, wiping her face off. "And I'm still mad how you hit me with it, by the way. That was rude."

"My bad," Natalie said, though both of them knew Vanetta had liked it as much as she had.

A few minutes later, they were presentable again and striding back out into the palace as if nothing had happened. As if a few moments earlier she hadn't just been slapping her hips into Vanetta's face and watching her throat bulge. Such was their new 'normal' in the City of Eros--if admittedly she hadn't fully adjusted to it yet. It would take more than a week to get used to such constant lewdness, especially the public sort the City loved to flaunt. She still couldn't pass by the occupied pillories without her cheeks flaming.

Heading down the palace hallways with Vanetta by her side, apprehension for their upcoming assignment rose within her. It was time for, by all accounts, the 'lewdest' of the assignments a person could be offered in the City of Eros--though upper-ranking Arena stakes could get pretty crazy too.

The Palace Basement, from what Natalie had learned, was similar to a normal themed dungeon floor: it kept the aesthetic of stone cellars and passageways throughout and contained a variety of monsters and traps. But the real theme wasn't the aesthetics, but the frequency of that type of encounter. Where she might bump into a few such events with her team on a regular dungeon trip, delving the Palace Basement meant every few rooms might come with a lewd encounter--or more often than that, depending on their luck.

That said, there would be regular encounters too. Or, as one girl had suggested while giggling, maybe there were deviants who were willing to 'do it' with anything, including regular monsters--so every room was lewd, if you thought about it. Natalie had no intentions of testing that theory; if they ran into a normal, non-humanoid, non-busty wolfgirl-monster monster or similar, she would be killing it, not testing how amenable they were to the idea of fucking rather than fighting.

But in the worst-case scenario, she had braced herself for anything. Diving into the Palace Basement was giving blanket consent for the variety of situations that could be found within. She and Vanetta stood significantly better odds at fighting their way out of anything they didn't feel enthusiastic about, at least, but there were no guarantees.

The entrance to the Palace Basement was found through an unassuming wooden door in the kitchen area of the palace. There were a few people hanging around the door hoping to team up for their bi-daily assignment. Finding a team wasn't the easiest task, though, since most people preferred to tackle such degeneracy themselves. Plus, grouping up essentially guaranteed sexual encounters between party members. Either a positive or a negative, depending on the person.

A few people of both genders propositioned them, but she shook her head to decline. Swinging the Palace Basement door open and looking into the staircase that dipped into pitch-blackness at a supernatural speed, Natalie took a breath and met Vanetta's eyes. The other girl hesitated briefly before lifting her chin, squaring her shoulders, and striding into the dark tunnel--perhaps to stop herself from losing her nerve.

Natalie, of course, followed.