Dungeons and Dalliances Ch. 100-109

She would always want more.

It was there, lying on top of her best friend, sweating and panting, her cock buried eight inches deep and with her cum dripping from Jordan's pussy, that the devastating realization finally hit.

She wanted more of Jordan.

Not even 'more'. She wanted all of her. Not to be best friends, or best friends with benefits.

Even girlfriends might not be enough.

Natalie was horribly, catastrophically in love.

3.44 - ❤ Thorough II

The realization, while world ending, and something Natalie had no clue how to handle, ultimately only fanned the flames. After a long minute laying on top of Jordan, their breathing coming down, Jordan murmured, "That was nice...", and it reminded Natalie of her ultimate goal.

"A good starter," Natalie murmured back, finally pulling out of Jordan. "But you better not think we're done."

At seeing her cum pour from Jordan's pussy, her cock no longer blocking it, she paused and reminded herself of another important detail.

"But you should probably take a dose of that potion," Natalie said. "Me too, to be safe."

Jordan rested a hand on her lower stomach. "What? I thought you wanted to breed me?"

The words were obviously teasing, but Natalie's face still burned, and she swallowed. It was a strangely tantalizing idea. Obviously, Natalie had never had a thing for 'breeding' girls before, so the new weapon between her legs had really adjusted some of her preferences. Or at least added new ones.

Still, she wasn't crazy enough to actually keep going without taking care of that very real threat, and Jordan wasn't interested in doing so either. It would be a rather ignominious end to their delving careers.

Once they'd poured out and taken a dose of the infertility potion, Jordan advanced on Natalie with a smirk. Natalie was stunned for the hundredth time at just how beautiful she was—the messy hair, her naked body, the sparkling green eyes. How was she so perfect? How had Natalie only just now realized how insanely in love she was?

"Let's get this off," Jordan said, her hands going to the hem of Natalie's shirt. "Kind of mean that you get to look at me, and I can't you."

After Jordan had helped her to strip, she added, "Oh, and I get to top this time. I've been wondering what riding you would feel like since I first saw that thing."

Natalie didn't need to be told twice, and eagerly laid herself out across the bed, propping herself up with pillows against the headboard. Jordan also didn't spare a moment, just as antsy to get going as Natalie. Their brief break to take care of the potion and finish undressing had only taken a minute, but that was way too long of a gap of not being inside Jordan, of having her skin against her own.

Climbing onto Natalie's lap, Natalie enjoyed the show of Jordan gripping her cock, then slowly working her way down. Her velvet heat returned to coaxing Natalie's cock, and Jordan shuddered and moaned with each inch she slid down, until her ass finally hit Natalie's thighs.

"It might be a problem," Jordan groaned, "when you get your next upgrade. Seriously, why is your dick so big, Nat? And it's only getting bigger?"

"I think I'll be getting something to help?" Natalie said. She had no proof for that, but it seemed a safe assumption.

"If not, I guess I'll just have to get used to it." Jordan lifted her hips up, then dropped them back down, sheathing Natalie's cock. "Because there's no way I'll ever give this up." A loud moan of pleasure escaped her, and she paused with her ass resting on Natalie's thighs, the last few inches buried. "I'm not kidding when I said I'm addicted. You better not be stingy with this thing." She bounced in Natalie's lap, fucking herself with Natalie's cock.

Natalie gripped Jordan's hips and guided her up and down, marveling in the sight of her best friend's—her crush's? Oh, gods, what was she going to do about that?—tits bouncing as her pussy enveloped her cock over and over.

"You can ride me as much as you want, Jay," she murmured. "So I don't think that'll be a problem. Definitely won't be stingy."

"You might not understand what 'addicted' means," Jordan said as she picked up the pace. Natalie admired Jordan's smooth, muscular body as she worked to slam herself down with a growing intensity, their flesh slapping together in loud claps. She leaned forward and pressed her tits into Natalie's face, and Natalie happily obliged. She flicked Jordan's nipples with her tongue and gentle nibbled at them.

"Fuck," Jordan panted, bouncing up and down on Natalie's lap. "That's so good. So good. I love riding you, Nat. Your cock is perfect. You're perfect."

Natalie bit Jordan's nipple and tugged gently. The words, the compliment, sent a rush of ecstasy through her, but they also brought a different feeling—a more confusing one, considering her recent revelations. She really had no idea what to do. She herself might have fucked up the 'best friends with benefits' deal, but Jordan hadn't. Jordan was just having fun.

And, at least for now, Natalie could deal with that. It might become more complicated in the future, but here and now, for this celebration, she was simply concerned with bringing Jordan to twitching climax as many times as possible. And, obviously, enjoying the event for what it was.

"You get so deep," Jordan moaned. "I can feel you hitting all the way inside. It's way too good." A cry escaped her, and her bouncing became desperate, suggesting the words weren't just for show. She really was falling apart in record speed, Natalie's cock too much for her to resist. "I'm going to cum. Fuck. I'm cumming, Nat. Your cock is amazing."

Natalie had been holding up well herself, but feeling Jordan's pussy clamp down on her, coupled with the sudden urgency of her best friend's bouncing, had Natalie's pleasure spiking with embarrassing speed. Jordan's tits so close to her face, bouncing up and down, and her flushed face, her tight, hot body, the feeling of her inner walls squeezing and sliding around her cock, was collectively too much. Only moments after Jordan flew over the edge, Natalie followed.

Natalie grabbed Jordan's hips and pumped desperately, joining Jordan's bouncing, thrusting her cock in and out of Jordan's pussy to work both of them higher. Her hands were a vice grip on her hips as she kept slamming in and out, hard and fast. Finally, both of them reaching their peak, Natalie slapped upward, toes curling and lifting them both off the bed, and they froze that way as white-hot pleasure crashed through them.

"Fuck," Jordan cried, shivering and quaking atop Natalie, her inner walls pulsating around her member. She was a moaning mess as Natalie came inside her, shooting hot cum deep inside her womb, coating her walls in sticky ropes. They rode it out for a full minute, then Jordan slumped forward, pressing her forehead against Natalie's shoulder.

"So good," Jordan groaned. "Gods, I can't believe how incredible this is. Your cock might be magic. I swear I'm already close to another."

Hearing that, Natalie pushed her exhaustion away. She rolled the two of them over and got to work. If Jordan said she was close right after finishing, then Natalie was happy to test the theory. She slapped her hips into Jordan's, stuffing cock into Jordan's welcoming pussy as frantically as she could manage.

Not twenty seconds later, Jordan's eyes rolled up, and she started to spasm, exactly as promised. Her toes curled and she shook violently with her back-to-back orgasms, her face contorting and moaning gibberish as she fell apart to a nearly comical degree.

Naturally, Natalie wanted to test the extent of this, and she didn't stop pumping. A third climax wracked Jordan's body, and Natalie marveled at how completely she fell apart—and unfortunately gave in to her own pleasure, too. She pumped her third creamy load into Jordan's womb, her squeezing walls too much to resist. It was fortunate timing, because Jordan was mumble-begging for a break after the third, her eyes fluttering and clearly finding it difficult to form words.

It was a good start.

But Natalie was pretty sure Jordan could still walk, so after she gave her a quick break, they still had some work left.

3.45 - ❤ Level Up

To Natalie's satisfaction, by the time she was done with Jordan, she really was walking around their room wobbly-legged. Seeing how she had a delver's enhanced constitution, that wasn't an easy feat.

After getting cleaned up, they settled down for the night. Jordan snuggled into her arms so naturally, and without question, that it made Natalie's heart ache.

And so, with no further distraction in the form of pounding Jordan's brains out, Natalie was forced to confront the realization from earlier.

It was rather hard with Jordan wrapped in her arms. Natalie both lamented her fate and wondered how she'd ever gotten so lucky. But really. Caught in a friends with benefits situation with her best friend who she was actually in love with. How was that fair? Why did the world always conspire against her?

She would admit she felt pretty dumb that she'd only just now realized it. Looking back, her feelings couldn't be more obvious. Jordan both drove her wild, and she was the woman Natalie had always planned to spend her life with—just in a platonic adventuring sort of way, until her class had apparently swerved them down a different path. Or at least swerved Natalie down a different path. That was the problem. She didn't know where Jordan stood.

Jordan probably didn't feel the same way. She would have told Natalie if that were the case. For her, this arrangement really was just to have fun. Right? Because it didn't seem in character for Jordan to hide her feelings, if she had any toward Natalie. She would have brought it up. Though, maybe she was caught in the same situation as Natalie herself? Worried about how things might change between them if she voiced it out loud? But if that were true, then shouldn't Natalie have been able to tell? Jordan was her best friend. Natalie ought to be able to tell if she reciprocated her feelings.

She didn't know how to handle this. The consequences could be catastrophic if Natalie confessed, and Jordan didn't feel the same way. It wouldn't ruin anything between them, because Natalie didn't think anything could, but it would certainly make things horrifically awkward—and Natalie would understand why Jordan wouldn't be comfortable helping with her class anymore. More than that, Natalie wasn't sure she could handle being rejected by her best friend. Natalie wasn't scared of much, but that ran her blood cold.

No, for once in her life, Natalie couldn't be reckless. She had to gather more information. Pay closer attention to Jordan. She couldn't blurt out a confession. Way too risky. Plus, Natalie was still sorting through the mess of emotions herself.

The exhaustion of a long day delving, and the vigorous activities just prior, somehow outweighed her racing thoughts, and before she knew it, she drifted off. Jordan's warm body pressed into her own was also a devastating sleeping aid.

She woke to a blaring alarm. Jordan groaned and rolled over, slapping down on the glyph on the nightstand. She immediately returned to Natalie, snuggling in close. The casualness of the action quickly returned her dilemmas from the night before, which sleep had dispelled. She held Jordan, wondering why things couldn't ever be simple.

A minute or two later, Jordan groaned a second time, then shuffled around and met eyes with Natalie. Jordan had always had a stunning gaze, but this time, it literally struck Natalie speechless.

Natalie grabbed her waist, tucked her in, then kissed her. Jordan seemed surprised, but melted into the embrace. The kiss started gentle and caring, but a little moan escaped Jordan, and it quickly turned heated. They finally broke apart, breathing heavily.

For a few moments, they stared at each other, panting.

"I set our alarm early," Jordan murmured. "How did I know you wouldn't be able to control yourself?"

Well, that wasn't it. Natalie had just been unable to stop herself from kissing Jordan, seeing messy black hair and gentle green eyes. Jordan had actually been the one to moan, then start exploring so fervently. And that was kind of the crux of the problem—Natalie couldn't tell if she was just enjoying herself. Having fun, but not interested in more.

Jordan's hand snaking down Natalie's pajama bottoms at least chased away some of her cognitive abilities, and thus her spinning head.

"Was filling me up twenty times last night not enough?" Jordan asked.

"I'll never have enough of you," Natalie replied. She almost winced at how obvious the words were, but Jordan just smiled. She leaned forward and kissed Natalie, her hand buried in Natalie's pants, stroking up and down.

When she broke apart, Jordan said, "I'll never get enough of you, either." She squeezed firmly, and Natalie sucked in a little gasp of air at the pleasure that shot up her spine. "We've got fifteen minutes to ourselves. Any plans on how you want to use it?"

By the husky quality in her words, Natalie could tell what she was asking. She flipped the blankets off them, then shuffled down the bed and grabbed Jordan's pajama bottoms. Tugging them off, she wasn't surprised to see Jordan was already wet—more than ready for her. Just some kissing had done that? To be fair, it had driven Natalie wild, too.

One sticky load emptied into Jordan's womb later, they lay panting on top of each other.

Jordan patted her back. "Okay. We have class. Can't be late. Join me in the shower?"

That time-saving idea turned out to be anything but. It ended with Natalie pinning Jordan against the tiled wall and pounding into her, any efforts of getting clean forgotten.

"Really," Jordan insisted. "We're going to be late."

Somehow, they kept their hands to themselves for long enough to get clean and leave the shower. Natalie watched her get dressed, which Jordan caught, then smirked and put on a show. That almost made them late, but Natalie managed to stop herself from pinning Jordan down a third time.

Mostly because halfway to her slow, sensual buttoning up her shirt, Jordan paused, her eyes widening.

"What?" Natalie asked, instantly alert.

"I leveled," Jordan said. "Gods, I completely forgot. Did you?"

The idea had also not broached Natalie's thoughts. Obviously, Jordan had been at the forefront of her mind—calling her a distraction would be vastly understating things. Even the high likelihood of multiple boss kills yesterday meaning a level up had gone forgotten.

"Oh, shit," Natalie said. She checked. "Yeah. I did."

She scanned the information associated with her newest skills.

Then groaned.

"I can tell that's means you got something good," Jordan said, grinning. "Tell me about it at the training facility. We really will be late."

"I hate my class," Natalie said simply. "I really do."

4.01 - After

Sofia was waiting for them in the common area, sipping on a cup of tea while she scanned through one of the campus's news letters. Emerging from their room after the events of last night and this morning felt, somehow, like emerging from a cave after weeks or months. She felt like a new person.

Natalie had been using her sound-dampening illusions to liberally protect her and Jordan's relationship, since her dark-haired friend really didn't know how to be quiet. Really, for all she'd insisted in earlier encounters that Natalie 'control herself', Jordan moaned loud enough to wake up the entire building. Not that that was a bad thing. Pretty much the opposite, as far as Natalie was concerned. But not great for subtlety.

Regardless, Sofia didn't have a clue what was going on. Or, Natalie thought so. Certainly she didn't have proof, at a minimum, and if she did know, she was a very good actor. Sofia spared a glanced toward them, then rose from her seat.

"I was starting to wonder whether I should knock," she said. "You two like cutting it close, I see."

"No point in being early to self guided training," Jordan said without missing a beat. "Not like it matters."

Sofia hummed in response.

Natalie herself was slightly more flustered, for about a dozen reasons, but Sofia was already heading for the door, so it didn't matter.

They set out into the campus together.

"Did you level?" Jordan asked.

"I did, yes," Sofia said. "You two as well?"

"Both, yeah."

"The dungeon must think our contribution is fairly close, then, for us all to hit it at the same time," Sofia said.

"Or we just cleared the requirement by a wide margin," Natalie pointed out.

"That's possible too. I wonder if Liz and Ana made it."

"I have to assume," Natalie said.

Since the dungeon gave experience based on contribution—to prevent higher levels from rocketing a low level through the ranks—then Liz was the person most likely to have leveled from today. Natalie would be shocked if their healer had somehow stayed at level one. Liz didn't have a flashy class, but in their team, she was probably the most competent for her role.

She supposed it possible Ana hadn't leveled, but while not as dominant in her archetype as Liz, Ana was no slack; Natalie found it more likely all five of them had breached level two. A chunk of the campus probably had—though certainly not all, or even most, since Natalie and her squad weren't low-tier. Not elites, but probably up there. Likely, Elida and her group already had leveled, or at least some of them; Natalie didn't think their enormously dominant performance had been their superior skill alone.

"Anything good?" Jordan asked.

"Yes," Sofia said, but didn't elaborate. She seemed to realize the response slightly rude, even considering that keeping class details a secret was standard, so she added, "Some personal bonuses and attack moves. Nothing truly incredible, at least from initial appraisal, but I suspect a decent power spike. I'll need to experiment."

Jordan bobbed her head. "I got a ranged skill," she said, "so I might not be locked down to melee. Still the dominant theme, though."

Sofia turned to Natalie, and Natalie groaned. "Don't ask."

"No intention to," Sofia said, lips quirking. "I don't even want to imagine what kind of upgrades a class like yours got."

Natalie didn't have a retort to that, since Sofia was right. There was one skill in particular that was going to be a disaster.

"Some normal stuff, too, though," Natalie said. "Physically focused ones, too. No more spells."

"And you prefer that?"

"Haven't finished wrangling my illusions yet, so maybe it's a good thing. However it ends up, I'll deal with it." Some paladins were almost entirely physical, and the opposite was also true—even to the point they could fill a healer-mage hybrid role. "Doesn't seem like I'll be turning down a healing path, though. Durable with some spell backup."

"Well, that's ideal for us, so that's good."

They chatted in vague terms about their new skills as they took a brisk pace for the training facility. They weren't late, but as Sofia had said, they were cutting it close.

Reaching the building, they split off. Normally Natalie would head for Tess to keep practicing with her spellcasting abilities, but today had clear other priorities. She and Jordan found an unused room. The sparring rooms had glass windows, and no locks on the doors, so there wasn't real privacy, but they could at least talk without people overhearing. And that would be important, considering Natalie's newest skills.

"So?" Jordan asked, not sparing a moment. "I'll admit, I'm dying of curiosity. What'd you get?"

Natalie sighed, then glanced at her skill list.

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[Carnal Harvest] - PASSIVE. PROGRESSION 2. Extract carnal energy through {fondling} an aroused target. Harvested energy can be expended through [Empower] and [Advance].