Dungeons and Dalliances Ch. 040-049

"Dunno," Sammy said. "Like I said, it's not that easy to sneak in."

Natalie quirked an eyebrow. It wasn't a few bottles that had been arranged for this party. Whoever the party organizers were, they'd smuggled in whole racks.

"But not that hard, either," Sammy conceded. "Why they don't care? I mean, I guess you'd have to ask the Dean, or someone equally high up. I've got plenty of theories, though."

"Like?"

"To vent pressure?" She gestured at the fight. "Better a drunken brawl than actually letting things boil over. And forcing everyone to be secretive about it makes it more dangerous, not less." She gave Natalie an amused look. "I'm a member of the tank's guild, remember, so I've done my fair share of stringing these events together. I would know."

"Huh," Natalie said. The fight was wrapping up. There didn't seem to be a clear victor. It was degrading into a verbal spar, with different groups helping peel the two boys apart. For all the legendary reputation, and Liz's claims of 'casualties', the party wasn't that different from the ones Natalie knew. Besides all the crystal glasses and fancy clothing, obviously.

Sammy downed the rest of her drink. "Anyway, you wanna head back? As much fun as I'm having, I feel like there's more exciting things we could be doing."

"Like each other?"

"Please, Nat. Leave it to subtext."

"That's not really my style," Natalie grinned.

Natalie finished the last of her punch, then was pulled along by Sammy.

2.17 - ❤ Sammy I

Sammy plopped down onto her bed, hands beneath her thighs, and kicking her feet back and forth. She looked around her room--small, but cozy--and said, "It's not much, but by Tenet standards, it's pretty nice. There's perks to doing the guild's busy work."

"Beats the barracks, that's for sure."

She sat next to Sammy, who was grinning at her, obviously excited for the turn this night would be taking. Natalie returned the smile, equally as anticipatory, though admittedly nervous. Not because this sort of thing usually made her anxious--beyond the normal amount everyone was--but rather, the reveal of the night. The thing between her legs, which she had no clue how Sammy would react to.

The two of them had already been excited walking back to Sammy's room, but now the giddy air had morphed into an electric one. In the privacy of Sammy's room, the moment had arrived. Both knew the reason they'd hung out tonight--and by Sammy's expectant expression, she was waiting for Natalie to get a move on. Her eyes were on Natalie's lips.

While with Jordan Natalie had been timid, she had no such hesitations with Sammy. Spurred on by the warm buzz in her head, too, she shuffled forward, pressing closer to Sammy. Sammy leaned into her, tilting her head and closing her eyes. Natalie took the offer. Heart pounding, she pressed her lips into Sammy's.

It stayed chaste, tentative, for about two seconds. Then Natalie pried Sammy's mouth open, wanting to get to things, and knowing Sammy did too.

Natalie pushed Sammy over into her bed, crawling atop her, kissing her on the way down. The two shuffled over, getting better positioned in the middle of the bed, rather than half hanging off the ledge. It broke the kiss briefly, before Natalie returned to it with renewed eagerness. Sammy's hands roamed Natalie's back, tugging her in closer. Natalie basked in the taste of the older girl, delighting in her mouth and needy reciprocation. Her own hands started to stray.

Natalie leaned up, finally, straddling Sammy's lap. There was something she needed to handle before things went much further. Sammy panted up at Natalie, red faced and excited, and confused why she'd pulled back.

"I should, uh, tell you something," Natalie said.

"Okay?"

Natalie couldn't imagine a way to handle this besides directly. To just say it. She fought past her nerves. "This might sound odd, but it's not a joke. I, um. Have both parts. A cock, too. So if that's not something you want... or whatever... then I guess..." she trailed off.

Sammy, obviously, couldn't take the announcement fully in stride. She blinked, caught off guard. Her eyes flicked down, seeing, for the first time, the proof of Natalie's claim. Their sloppy kisses from a few moments prior had worked her up, making the bulge clear, with Natalie literally sitting on Sammy.

"Oh," Sammy said. She was quiet for several moments, taking the announcement in, and Natalie let her digest it. "Oh. Um. That's..." She pursed her lips, then shrugged. "Okay. I don't care, but--but I think I only want hands and fingers inside me? For tonight."

"Of course." Relief crashed through her. It was a much smoother acceptance than she could have hoped for. Plus, not going all the way--putting it inside Sammy--was probably for the best for Natalie, too. She'd brought a condom just in case, but taking things slowly... that was more than fine.

And, fortunately, Sammy didn't seem to care about the 'how'. How Natalie had ended up with both parts. Maybe she was curious, but didn't think it polite to ask?

Either way, the disclaimer made, Natalie returned to the moment, working away on bringing the passionate mood back. Sammy met her lips eagerly, so it seemed she meant what she said--that the reveal hadn't bothered her. The last bits of Natalie's concern left, and, worries out of the way, she indulged in her lust.

Her hands crept up to the top of Sammy's button-up shirt, fumbling at popping it open. She pulled back, laughing into Sammy's lips.

"Ugh. These are so annoying to take off." She wanted to play with Sammy now. Leaning up to prove her point, Natalie pulled off her own shirt in a smooth, easy motion. "See? Much easier."

"Counter argument," Sammy said. She gripped her button-up at the middle, then pulled, buttons popping and flying away in a clatter.

Natalie stared incredulously at the other girl, who laughed.

"See? It's not that much harder."

"You ruined your shirt!"

And it had revealed Sammy's smooth, tanned skin, and a black bra cupping two generous breasts. But however amazing that sight was--she'd literally ripped her shirt open.

"But I saved us two seconds," Sammy said. "Too bad you're wasting it." She shook her chest side to side, making her tits bounce. "My sacrifice is going to waste."

Natalie took the hint, even if she was still amused, and incredulous, at how Sammy had literally torn her button-up. Did she do that for all her dates? It certainly set an impression. Honestly, it turned her on with surprising intensity. Probably the point.

She leaned back forward, taking Sammy's mouth again and adventuring to more daring places. She wiggled her hands under Sammy's bra and started playing with her tits. At a gentle pinch of her nipples, Sammy groaned into her mouth, a sound Natalie let wash over her. She bit Sammy's lip and tugged it back. Sammy's breath hitched, and, eagerly, she vied for control, then did the same to Natalie. The spike of pain was nice--she liked when kisses got a bit rough.

Sammy's hand dipped between Natalie's legs and rubbed. The pressure against her cock sent electricity up her spine, and Natalie gave her own groan into her partner's mouth. It was the second time anyone had ever touched here there, even through layers of clothing. Jordan had been the first, mounting Natalie's lap and rubbing her butt against her.

The memory thrilled through her--she tried not to think about why too closely--and Natalie started kissing Sammy even more enthusiastically. She repositioned herself, moving to the side so she could press her knee between Sammy's legs, providing her something to rub again. She accepted eagerly, gyrating her hips as she pleasured herself. She continued rubbing Natalie's crotch just as excitedly.

Eventually, Sammy pulled back, gasping. She nudged Natalie's knee away with her hand. "Your mouth? Please?" She leaned forward, hands going behind Natalie's back, to her bra strap. "And I want this off."

Her tits revealed, which she let Sammy briefly admire, shaking them with a smile, Natalie didn't need to be told twice. She scooted back on the bed, helping Sammy tug her pants down. She planted a kiss on each of Sammy's thighs, taking it slow, but Sammy's fingers buried into Natalie's hair, and she urged Natalie forward, between her legs. She was, apparently, ready. Didn't need any further working up.

Natalie planted a kiss on Sammy's panties, then tugged those down, too.

2.18 - ❤ Sammy II

Natalie stared at Sammy's bared pussy. Her gaze must have been a little too admiring, because Sammy blushed. She hadn't been particularly bashful at any point, but ogling it so blatantly had her squeezing her knees shut and looking away.

"Don't stare at it like that. What's wrong with you?"

Natalie pushed her knees back open, which Sammy allowed. The protest had been superficial. She placed a kiss on either of Sammy's pelvis creases, then pulled back and gave it one last admiring look. "How can't I stare?" she asked, looking up to meet Sammy's eyes. "Look how perfect it is."

"Then how about more eating, less talking?"

Happily. Natalie leaned back down, rubbed her nose into the stubby, shaved hair of Sammy's pussy, then licked, getting her first taste.

Sammy shivered at the sensation, a low groan escaping her throat. She urged Natalie forward, pressing her head in, but Natalie wanted to tease before she gave Sammy what she wanted. She licked around, playing with Sammy's labia, tasting the excitement that had covered her.

"Come on, Nat," Sammy whined. "I'm more than enough worked up. Please."

Well, fine. Natalie guessed she'd move things along.

She sank her tongue into Sammy's heat.

Immediately, her partner moaned, pressing Natalie's head in. Natalie shuffled into a more comfortable position, grabbing Sammy's legs for leverage. She delved eagerly, curling and exploring her tongue inside Sammy's slick, wet pussy.

She took good care of her partner. Paying close attention to which movements had Sammy's breath hitching, Natalie carefully and methodically took her partner apart with her tongue. Like Sammy herself had said, she was already well and worked up, apparently having been anticipating this all night. Natalie knew she was good with her tongue, but she wouldn't normally have a girl coming this fast.

When Sammy's squirming, moaning climax had washed over her, she even seemed vaguely embarrassed at how easily Natalie had thrown her over the edge. Natalie made sure to just kiss her way up her stomach, breasts, then neck, not acknowledging her quick finish. She thought being embarrassed over that sort of thing was stupid, but knew some girls cared about it, and she could assure Sammy by continuing to admire her body.

Sammy seemed appreciative of that, eagerly returning the kiss when Natalie's mouth met her own. Her heart jumped in excitement at that. Having her partners taste themselves... Natalie had always been a fan of that.

Without warning, Sammy's hand snuck down into her pants, gripping her cock. Natalie groaned into Sammy's mouth.

"Your turn," she mumbled. "Should I return the favor?"

Her mouth?

Having someone... suck her cock? For the first time ever?

Sammy grinned at Natalie's reaction, which was telling. "I've never done it before, but I think it'll be fun." She kissed Natalie's neck, who was shivering at the handjob she was receiving inside her pants. "A girl with a cock. Not something I deal with every day, but I can get behind it. Now get those pants off."

Natalie did as told. The two of them had Natalie naked in moments, her cock standing proudly in the air, Natalie leaning back on her elbows.

She'd warned Sammy, but she still seemed surprised to see that Natalie had both parts. Again, she didn't comment--and the surprise only lasted for a second. She shuffled up so she was sitting on Natalie's thighs, then continued stroking away with her hand. As she did, Natalie admired her partner's body, reaching forward and grabbing two handfuls.

"Okay," Sammy said, as if having steeled herself. "Let me know if I'm doing it right. This is a first."

She worked her way down the bed, so she was laying with her mouth near Natalie's cock. Natalie's head spun. It was happening, then. The first time she'd had her cock in another girl's mouth.

Sammy pressed a kiss into the tip, and Natalie let out a shaky moan of anticipation. She was seriously worked up. Holding off and not establishing a reputation as a quick shot might be more of a challenge than she'd assumed. After having just thought that Sammy was silly for being concerned about the same thing, Natalie felt briefly like a hypocrite. But still. It felt different with a cock. So, it was a good thing she'd taken care of herself twice today. It'd have been over way too quick, if she hadn't.

Holding eye contact with Natalie, Sammy opened her mouth, letting Natalie's cock slide into her wet, hot mouth. A tongue stroked away, playing with the tip.

For a minute, Natalie melted under the blonde girl's attention. The wet sucking motions were exactly as amazing as she'd imagined. And so eager. Sammy really wanted to pay back the favor--or, by the enthusiastic motions, wanted Natalie to finish as fast as she had, to even things out.

Sammy pulled off with a pop. "I'm going to try something. It might not go well."

Almost before Natalie knew it, she'd plunged back down.

Down. Even further. With a determined effort, Sammy wiggled her head, swallowing Natalie's cock in her throat.

Natalie groaned. Unable to help herself, she pushed, getting the girl deeper onto her cock. Incredibly, and though with a gag or two, she buried Sammy to the root, pressing her nose into her pubic region. Sammy stared up, blue eyes satisfied, if surprised--and pleased--at Natalie's sudden forcefulness.

"Fuck." Natalie really wanted to start thrusting, but that would be inconsiderate, even more so than the rough shove down. But having a throat wrapped around her cock almost erased her better senses. "I thought you said you haven't done this."

Sammy pulled up, sliding Natalie's cock from her throat. She coughed her airways clear, then grinned and said, "It's a natural talent, I guess. I'm a tank, aren't I? A durable girl. Let's see how much I can take."

Natalie took the offer happily. Sammy sank back down, and Natalie worked her cock in and out her throat, testing her so-called 'durability'. Squelching noises filled the air, and Sammy gripped Natalie's thighs to steady herself, somehow managing not to gag. Her claim held up. A natural talent. No joke.

Slow thrusts picked up speed as Natalie lost herself to lust. She fucked Sammy's tight, willing tunnel, bouncing the bed as her hips worked up and down. Sammy choked here and there, and Natalie would have to slow and let her steady, but she was always willing to plunge right back down and return to be being Natalie's hole.

"Close," Natalie groaned. "Can I finish inside?"

By Sammy's continued head-bobbing, Natalie took that as a yes. The permission thrilled through her. She could empty herself straight down Sammy's throat?

That image in her mind, she barely lasted a few more thrusts before the coursing pleasure hit a peak. She pressed Sammy's head down with one last thrust, her cock seizing in pleasure, radiating ecstasy through her body, her mind going white.

She came down the eager blonde's throat. Thick strings ejected from cock, pouring down Sammy and straight into her stomach. Sammy gagged at the foreign sensation, the spasming muscles helping coax out even more pleasure for Natalie, but she kept her nose buried firmly into her crotch. Natalie twitched, coming apart as thoroughly as she ever had in her life. Sammy gripped her waist to stay in place through Natalie's squirming. She made sure to swallow every drop.

A long minute later, Natalie collapsed into the bed. She'd extracted Sammy's own orgasm with eager enthusiasm, but somehow, she couldn't help but feel she'd been done up. Sammy had fucked her as thoroughly as Natalie had her.

Sammy separated from Natalie's cock, coughed to clear her throat, then shuffled up to snuggle into Natalie. She kissed Natalie, and Natalie supposed that was fair play, seeing how she'd done the same. She tasted--for the first time--hints of her own spunk, her own cock having thoroughly used her partner's mouth.

"That was fun," Sammy sighed, pulling away. For a long minute, they basked in each other's bodies pressed tightly together, panting and red-faced. "But, round two? Seeing you squirm like that has me so ready."

"Round two," Natalie agreed, rolling up. And probably three, four, and five.

2.19 - Wakeup

Natalie woke up with a soft, warm body tucked into hers. Compared to the idle chaos--even at the dead of night--of forty women packed into a cramped barracks, it was an immediately noticeable improvement. She sighed in satisfaction, snuggling in closer. The alarm Sammy set hadn't gone off, which meant they had a few moments, maybe more, to bask.

One jump-skip later, apparently having fallen back asleep, a blaring noise woke Natalie. Unlike the vibrating glyph, Sammy had the more typical version, and the jarring noise was as terrible as she remembered. She groaned even as her bed-partner slapped down on the cursed object, cutting the noise off.

Sammy let out a long, displeased noise, which accurately reflected how Natalie felt, too. Sammy snuggled in closer, doubly reinforcing the point: both of them really didn't want to get out of bed.

Unfortunately, classes started soon, and she didn't have a change of clothes with her. She checked the clock.

Natalie groaned again. Proper timing hadn't been on her mind, last night, and apparently, neither had it been on Sammy's. She'd set her alarm for a time convenient to her, not Natalie, who had to run back to the barracks to get dressed, rather than having everything ready to go in her room.

"I've gotta get going," Natalie reluctantly said, extricating herself. Sammy whined at the sudden lack of heat. She propped up on one hand to watch Natalie as she went about the room, collecting the clothes she'd tossed off during last night's... activities.

"My eyes are up here," Natalie said pointedly.

"I'm well aware." The focus of Sammy's attention didn't shift, though her lips did curl.

Natalie snorted. "Wanna shower?"

Sammy rolled over and stretched. "Nah. It's cramped in there. You'll hog the water." She collapsed back into her bed then turned, quirking an eyebrow at Natalie. "And I have a feeling you'd make us late to class."

Natalie couldn't defend herself from that accusation, not with confidence, so she laughed and left for Sammy's bathroom. A brisk clean-up later, she exited, still damp. It'd been a rush shower. Beyond not wanting to take up too much time for Sammy's own morning routine, she had to make it to the barracks to get her uniform. It'd be a close call.

"Talk again, soon?" Natalie asked.

"Do you mean talk, or talk?"

"Either?"

Sammy seemed happy with that response. Maybe they'd both known what they wanted, setting off to the party last night, but Sammy didn't want to be treated just as Natalie's 'potential lay'. "You're just trying to mooch off my room."

"It's a big plus," Natalie agreed with a grin.

"Unfortunately, it's not something you can get away with, too much. Once or twice, here and there. Tenet won't let you."

"And what, they're watching?" Natalie had paused at the doorway, hand on the doorknob.

"They are, actually. Those shitty barracks are one of the early motivators. Dunno how they keep tabs, but they do. This'll probably be one of your freebies."

"And how many do I get?"