Dungeons and Dalliances Ch. 090-099

3.29 - ❤ Stress Relief

"Wait, what?" Natalie said. "Really? Is that a joke?"

"Did it sound like a joke?" Jordan asked, having returned to her kneeling position between Natalie's legs.

Amused green eyes looked up at her. A hand snaked into her strained panties, gripping a long, thick shaft of girl dick. She squeezed, and Natalie's cock twitched in response, basking in the sensation of her best friend's hand.

"I've been wondering what it tastes like. And jerking you off is a lot of fun, but I think I can make you squirm even more with my mouth." Jordan tutted. "You brought this onto yourself with all that brooding."

Inside Natalie's panties, Jordan stroked up and down. Natalie shivered, leaning back and stifling a moan. The sound barrier illusion she'd thrown up muffled noises, but didn't negate them. She should still try to be quiet. However much Jordan was trying her hardest to milk louder noises out.

But more importantly--"Are you sure?"

Jordan replied by kissing the tip of Natalie's panties, where her precum had stained the fabric. She leaned into it, wrapping her lips around, and Natalie marveled at the sight as much as the sensation. Fuck, Jordan looked good on her knees, and even better with her lips against her cock--even if it was only through her panties.

"Does that answer?" Jordan asked.

"If you're sure," Natalie repeated. Like always, Jordan mattered most.

Jordan smirked, then tugged Natalie's panties to the side, freeing her eight-inch monster.

"I keep forgetting how much bigger it is," Jordan said admiringly. "Why do you have the most amazing cock in the world, Nat? It's not fair."

"Stop saying things like that."

"Stop blushing, and I will."

Jordan shuffled forward, getting her face closer to Natalie's cock. Hot air tickled against her shaft and tip, and Jordan's lips parted as she gazed admiringly at the tool she'd be servicing. Natalie herself seemed to go forgotten. She couldn't say she was upset at that.

"After so many hours in the dungeon," Jordan said, "it smells all sweaty and gross." She leaned closer and breathed deeply, shivering as she did. Her mouth fell open, and she started panting. Her eyes finally flicked up. "I can't wait to taste you, Nat." She leaned forward, the hot air only tickling her tip, now, as her lips closed in--then hovered a half-inch away. "Ready?"

Natalie nodded, lost for words.

Jordan pressed her lips onto Natalie's cock. Softness caressed her sensitive tip, and Jordan wiggled her head side to side, coating her lips with Natalie's precum. Then she took Natalie in her mouth.

Natalie reached out and dug her fingers into Jordan's silky black hair. A day spent vigorously training had left it messy-looking, but she was as gorgeous as always.

Something else started to take her over, as it always did when things got going.

"You belong there," Natalie murmured. "On your knees, with my cock in your mouth. Does it taste as good as you hoped?"

With a gentle urge, she had Jordan take another inch. A slippery tongue teased the underside of her shaft, and husky green eyes gazed up, meeting Natalie's own. Like usual--or even more than usual, considering what Jordan was doing--this event frayed her better senses. The sight of Jordan's lips wrapping her cock was overwhelming, making her entire body heat up, her heart pound in her ears.

"You're a hungry little cockslut, aren't you?" Natalie said, transfixed both at the sensation of heat and wetness wrapping her, and the look in Jordan's eyes. The way the demeaning words turned them even darker. "I can tell. Maybe I should stop asking if you're okay with all this. Clearly you are. Clearly you're addicted to my cock."

Her hands on the back of Jordan's head provided steady pressure, urging her deeper and deeper onto Natalie's member. A few inches in, her tip bumped against the velvety, slippery flesh at the back of Jordan's throat. Natalie let out a little groan at the sensation, then, less gently than before, urged Jordan down.

A lot less gently.

Her cock slid down Jordan's throat, squeezed on all sides by a tight, wet tunnel. Jordan gagged in surprise, and Natalie didn't let up; she pushed harder, sliding more and more of her length down, bulging Jordan's throat with her impressive girth. She savored in the spasming massage her gags produced.

"Get down there. All the way. You wanted to taste it, so taste it."

She pressed until Jordan's nose was buried into the shaved bristles of her pubic hair. She choked there, throat squirming against Natalie's shaft, her hands gripping Natalie's thighs in surprise, though she didn't push away. Natalie kept her pinned until she had steadied.

Natalie admired the nose buried into her pubic region, the husky green eyes looking up at her. She stroked Jordan's hair. "Good girl," she murmured. "That's a good cockslut. You like it?"

Jordan nodded.

"Running out of air?"

Another nod.

"Too bad. You stay there until I'm done with you."

Jordan hesitated, then nodded a third time.

For a while longer, Natalie enjoyed the sight. Jordan, on her knees, sitting there between her legs. Her warm, tight throat sheathing her cock. Obediently running out of air, coughing as the intrusion irritated her gag reflex.

"Good girl," Natalie murmured. "Little bit longer."

When Jordan's eyes started to flutter, Natalie relented.

"Go ahead."

Jordan pulled off, thick strings of saliva trailing from her lips to Natalie's cock, then began coughing violently into her hands. She tried to stifle the noise best she could, but was only somewhat successful.

Even in Natalie's addled state, she sent a concerned look toward their sleeping friends. The illusion helped muffle it, but Jordan was being pretty loud. Nobody stirred.

Finally, when Jordan settled, she said, "Found your confidence, I see."

"If you can talk," Natalie said, "you can be sucking my cock. Get back down."

Jordan smiled. Before she obliged, she said, "I like that. Be meaner. It's hot."

"Mean?" Natalie said as Jordan's mouth returned to where it belonged. "I'm not being mean. I'm saying what's true. You're a gross little whore who's addicted to my cock. I understand where all the teasing comes from, now. You mean it." She stroked Jordan's hair as Jordan sucked at her tip. "You just want your next chance to get your hands or mouth on my cock. You're a disgusting pervert and nothing more. A needy, desperate slut."

Natalie's words were rough, growing rougher by the moment, and she gripped Jordan's hair tightly. She guided her movements, thrusting deeper into her mouth until she hit the back of her throat.

Jordan moaned, the sound muffled by Natalie's cock. Her hands reached up and held Natalie's thighs, gripping them as she continued to bob and suck.

"That's it. That's a good, filthy slut. Clean my cock. Swallow it."

Natalie stood, holding Jordan's head in position, then took control. She pressed her hips forward, sinking her cock into Jordan's wet hole. Jordan gagged, but Natalie only gripped her head tighter and picked up speed. Her throat squelched as Natalie violated it. The sensation was incredible. Saliva dribbled down her chin with the sloppy throat fucking. The sounds were almost better than the sensation--and the sight was the best of all. Her cock, cramming her best friend's throat until it bulged.

For a while, she jerked in and out, filling the air with lewd noises. With unfortunate speed, that familiar heat in her core grew. How couldn't it, when she was fucking Jordan's throat?

"I'm going to cum in you," Natalie grunted, slapping her hips into Jordan's face. "You're going to swallow it. Every last drop. Because you're my obedient, hungry little cum slut. Understand?"

Even as Natalie thrust into her, Jordan nodded rapidly in agreement. Gorgeous green eyes looked up, dark from lust.

"You're even prettier when you're sucking dick," Natalie said. "I don't know how, but you are. Ready?"

Again, Jordan nodded.

"That's a good girl."

The heat that had slowly been building, coaxed out from the pressure of Jordan's squeezing fuck hole, finally reached its crescendo. Natalie's cock swelled, filling up the tight space even further, and she pressed violently on Jordan's head, burying her nose down, getting her cock as deep as possible.

Then she came.

Ecstasy ripped through her, making her curl forward and her entire body shake. She spilled thick, hot strings of spunk straight into Jordan's stomach. Jordan squirmed, choking on the intrusion and the sudden burst of warm liquid, but she held tightly onto Natalie's ass, pressing her lips into Natalie, as eager for this as Natalie herself.

"That's it," Natalie moaned. "Swallow. Swallow everything. Such a good cocksucking whore. Take it all."

Her cock throbbed and spasmed, spilling more and more of her cream into Jordan. Jordan caressed it out, sucking, squeezing, and stroking in whatever way she could. Her eyes didn't leave Natalie's for a moment, even when they started to flutter, running out of oxygen.

Reluctantly, Natalie pulled out. Her thick, wet, thoroughly pleasured cock slipped from the tight hole it had violated, already growing soft from how intensely it had emptied itself.

She collapsed backward onto the log, feeling dizzy.

3.30 - Early Camp

Jordan's coughing and hacking session was even louder, this time, and Natalie winced as she watched their friends sleeping nearby. Nobody had woken. That was some sort of miracle. Her illusion had, once again, helped keep them safe. Natalie had gotten way too involved to have been capable of keeping quiet.

She sat there, surrounded by the eerie environment of the Wispwood, looking at her coughing friend, her wet, growing-soft dick, and the camp of her delving team, not a dozen feet away, who could have at any moment woken and seen Natalie slapping her hips into Jordan's face.

That probably hadn't been the greatest idea.

Cheeks heating, Natalie tucked her equipment away, then knelt down next to Jordan, who was still recovering. Natalie had gotten pretty enthusiastic at the end. Jordan had clearly not been fully able to handle it, for all that she'd reciprocated eagerly.

"Uh," Natalie said. "Sorry about that, Jay."

"Sorry?" Jordan asked between coughs and clearings of her throat. "You mean how you used my throat like an actual toy?"

"Um."

"Though, it is," Jordan said. "It is your toy. But I'm new to this, yeah?"

"Sorry," she repeated, face blazing.

"It's fine. That was fun." More cleared throats. "Definitely not the best strategy for keeping quiet," she glanced toward their friends, "but I like seeing you lose control."

"Your turn?"

"No, that's okay. Tonight was just for you."

"Really?"

"I can wait till we're not in the dungeon. We're already pushing our luck." Another glance. "The sound dampening was pretty good, but you were having some fun. What happened to having some restraint, like I told you?"

Natalie blushed. "When it's you, I can't help myself." She really, genuinely didn't stand a chance.

The response had a blush appearing on Jordan's own cheeks. Natalie would have figured it would've been the violent throat-fucking and degrading talk that would have colored her friend's cheeks, but apparently not--just a simple statement that Natalie couldn't help herself around her.

"Well," Jordan said. "Try harder, next time."

They returned to sitting on the log. Jordan still needed to clear her throat, here and there. Natalie had done a number on it.

"I shouldn't keep you up any longer," Jordan said. "You need to get some sleep."

"No rush."

"It's fine. Long day ahead of us." Jordan sent a sideways look her way. "Do I get a goodnight kiss?"

Natalie's heart skipped. Kissing was hardly something rare between the two of them, but it was always in the middle of their... heated events. Or at most, directly after. But they'd already cooled down.

That said, Natalie was hardly going to say no.

She scooted closer, then cupped Jordan's cheek with one hand. Leaning in, she captured her friend's lips with her own. They kissed. Not desperate and impassioned like most times before, but soft and gentle. Exploring. Her lips were tender and yielding beneath Natalie's, but with a surprising strength beneath the surface. Jordan had always been like that. Her rock.

The kiss had a warm glow suffusing her, intoxicating and radiating, spreading from deep in her chest and across her entire body. A sensation that said everything was right in the world. An almost overwhelming contentment. Or something more. Something she couldn't afford to look too closely at, but which she basked in nonetheless.

Finally, they pulled apart. For a while, they panted at each other, exploring each other's eyes but not saying anything.

"Okay," Jordan said, lips quirking. "Good night, then."

"Good night," Natalie echoed.

***

There weren't any awkward looks from Sofia, Ana, or Liz come morning, so miraculously, they hadn't been found out. Her sound barrier had held, at least when combined with how they'd all been sleeping like rocks, exhausted from the previous day.

Today was going to be even longer, though. More than having sixteen clear hours to focus on nothing but bashing monster faces in, they intended to push themselves. Hard. She could see the determination in each of her teammate's faces, a solemn and unstated pledge. She could even read it on Ana. Natalie thought she was getting better at deciphering the stony woman.

"We can't go too hard," Natalie announced. Huddled around the smoldered-down fire and eating breakfast in silence, the statement came seemingly out of nowhere. "Gotta ration ourselves. Our stamina. And we don't have the firepower and defenses we used to."

"What is this?" Sofia asked. "Natalie, being the voice of reason? My Natalie?"

Her stomach flipped several times at the phrase 'my Natalie', which caught her off guard. She brushed past it.

"I'm just saying," Natalie shot back. "Don't want any of us getting hurt." She was saying it as much to herself as any of them. She was the one who set the pace of the delve. "We got kind of fucked yesterday, but that doesn't mean we should get ourselves hurt trying to make up for it."

"We should backtrack," Ana said. "Get closer to the spawn-in point. So the monsters are weaker."

"I think that's smartest," Natalie agreed, however much it grated her. Being sent backwards in progress was hard to swallow. "We especially need to find Liz a weapon."

"I'm not awful casting with just my hands," Liz grumbled, "but it's not a strength of mine. This sucks."

"Can you use orbs?" Ana asked.

Liz blinked in response. "Huh?"

"We need a healer more than a mage."

"Oh." Liz sent a panicked look around at the rest of the team, though why she was panicked Natalie didn't wholly get. "I don't want to take your weapon."

"If it's best for the team, then it's what we should do."

There was something amusing about how matter-of-fact Ana spoke. She wondered if there was some limit to it. Something she didn't act rationally about.

"I'd feel awful," Liz said, continuing to shoot looks to Natalie, Jordan, and Sofia. "Delves are as much for practice as anything. I shouldn't take that from you."

Ah. Natalie understood now. That was why Liz didn't like the idea.

"I won't have us with a crippled healer," Ana said. She rummaged out the thick crystal orb from her weapon pouch, then passed it over to Liz. "It's the logical choice to make."

"Well... if you're sure..." Liz seemed far from happy about the development. Natalie sympathized to some extent, though she did think Liz was being a little too empathetic. There was nothing wrong with leaning on a teammate for help. And Natalie had already made it clear that what happened yesterday wasn't her fault, so if Liz had lingering guilt over that, then Natalie wasn't afraid to set her straight for a second time.

"Besides," Ana said. "I can cast with my hands. It's not a specialty, as you said, but I'm not much worse, either."

"That's good, I guess," Liz mumbled. "Thank you."

At a serious nod from Ana, and the dark-haired girl returning to her meal, Liz sighed and tucked the orb to her side, then did the same.

Natalie didn't think it was a big deal either way. She wouldn't be reckless in today's delve, but she did intend to set a good pace. And if the dungeon had any pity in its cold heart at all, then it would provide them a mage's weapon to make up for thrusting Liz's arch-nemesis straight into their lap, on their first delve of any note.

Though planning on the dungeon being nice... that wasn't usually a great idea.

3.31 - ❤ Challenge

Liz had always known this in an abstract way, but the events of yesterday, and now today, confirmed it with absolute certainty.

The dungeon was a wicked, wicked creation.

"N-No way," Liz said. "Is that--it can't be--it doesn't mean--?"

"I knew this would happen," Natalie said, her face covered with her hands. "Gods, this is so embarrassing."

Liz stared at the pillar sprouted from the ground. After a good hour cutting their way through the dungeon, they'd found a special encounter room. Not quite a puzzle. The directions the dungeon were providing were clear enough. It even came with swirling, cursive writing tucked beneath the drawings--instructions that left little doubt.

But Liz still failed to understand what she was seeing.

There, engraved onto the stone pillar, laid three pictures. In the first, a woman sat straddled against a rounded block. She had a spectator. In the second, the block was clearly vibrating--moving back and forth. A heart with an x-mark through it was beneath the woman. Finally, in the third picture, a checkmark followed by an arrow leading to a lootchest and a sword.

In case they couldn't understand the pictures--and Liz almost couldn't from its sheer absurdity, despite how clear the depiction was--a numbered list was scrawled into the stone, almost comically elegant and refined when compared to its content.

1. Accept the challenge, and a spectator.

2. Resist the temptation to finish

3. Claim your reward, a weapon tailored to the challenger.

"It can't be saying what I think it is," Liz said dumbly.

The dungeon expected someone to be pleasured? On that rounded, cylindrical seat? Which apparently vibrated?

More than that, while being watched?

And winning gave a weapon tailored to the challenger???

"I hate my class," Natalie said, face still buried in her hands. "I really, really thought it would be kept to me."

"Why does it need a spectator!" Liz shrilled.

The other stuff was weird, okay, but why did they have to be watched while it happened?

And Liz had decidedly not missed how the dungeon had offered this challenge right after Liz had been robbed of her weapon. Was it implying something? That she was supposed to take this challenge up? To earn a new wand so that she could give Ana her orb back, and the team could operate as they had before?

"You know," Sofia said, "I believed you, Nat, but seeing it in action is something else." The white-haired girl peered at the diagram, as if looking for some clue, then glanced at the accompanying device: the cylindrical 'challenge seat'. "Only you could get a class like this."

"And what does that mean?" Natalie growled, finally revealing her flushed face. The poor girl seemed mortified, but to be fair, all five of them were blushing.

Well. Four of them. Liz seriously envied Ana, sometimes. But really, the fact she seemed intrigued more than anything was ridiculous. Like this was merely an interesting deviation of the dungeon, and she only cared about it from a scientific perspective.