Dungeons and Dalliances Ch. 120-129

Sofia glared at Natalie's cock—pointedly not her eyes—and continued to stroke. "I just agreed to those—those ridiculous demands, and now you're telling me to say please?"

"Yeah."

A long moment passed.

"Please," Sofia said—and the words sounded like they'd been dragged forcibly out of her.

"Please, what?"

Sofia stayed silent for a moment, then, tersely, said, "Please, master. Tell me how to pleasure you better."

The words washed through Natalie, more potent than Natalie had expected. She shivered in pleasure, and Sofia nearly jumped in surprise as her cock twitched in her hands.

Instead of being satisfied at finally having gotten a visible reaction out of Natalie, Sofia's face just turned a new shade of red.

"Why did you like that so much?" Sofia asked. "What's wrong with you?"

That was a good question. Natalie wasn't sure herself.

"So," Natalie said, ignoring what had just happened. "Lessons. I'll tell you what you're doing wrong."

4.22 - ❤ Bet III

"First," Natalie said, "if you're trying to make it better for me, you should use some lube. Sliding feels better than just jerking it up and down, dry."

"That's obvious," Sofia said flatly. "But where am I supposed to get lube? I don't see any exactly sitting around."

"You could wrap your pretty little mouth around me," Natalie suggested. "That'd do in a pinch."

Sofia only glared. She was getting better at not blushing when Natalie teased her. That was disappointing. Natalie would have to try harder.

"No, but really," Natalie said. "Spit can do the job. It dries up fast, but if you focus on the top, then you can get some mileage out of it. Just have to keep working it in."

"Seriously?"

Natalie shrugged. "Make do with what you have." A smile crept onto Natalie's lips. "We can also use your natural lubricant, if you want."

"My natural?" Her brow furrowed. Then her eyes widened, the confusion clearing up. She started sputtering. "Please. As if."

"Then spit is the best we've got."

Sofia huffed. She leaned close to Natalie's cock, and Natalie's heart jumped. Sofia hesitated there, only a few inches away. As if considering whether to spread her saliva in the easier way—by taking Natalie into her mouth.

The hesitation passed, and Sofia spat. She worked her spit into Natalie's cock head, then slowed her pace down, letting her fingers slide up and down Natalie's shaft. And as Natalie had told her it would be, the sensation of Sofia's fingers slipping around her cock head was more compromising than the unskilled jerking prior. Natalie let out a little sigh of pleasure, leaning back and enjoying herself as Sofia worked away.

"Which segues into my second point," Natalie said. "The head's more sensitive. So giving it the attention it deserves is a good idea, if you're going for a quick finish."

"I noticed," Sofia commented. "You're squirming more."

Yeah. She was. Even while trying to stay composed.

Sofia stroked away. A satisfied look appeared on her face, seeing how her motions were affecting Natalie.

While having had some time to acquaint herself with her new tool, Natalie was far from experienced with it. She was still weak to the sensations that crashed through her at Sofia's touch. It was becoming harder to ignore by the second.

"Well?" Sofia asked, bringing her entrancing blue eyes up to meet Natalie's. "That's not it, right? What else can I do better, master?"

And that wasn't helping. Those words had no right to make Natalie shudder like they did. Even with Sofia speaking them more defiantly than submissively, the token effort of deference nearly took Natalie apart.

Which led to Natalie's third suggestion.

"Finally," Natalie said, "you shouldn't focus so much on the mechanics of it all."

"Sorry?"

"It's not just technique that matters. It helps, obviously, but sex isn't just about rubbing away."

"Well, I know that." Sofia paused, then reluctantly said, "But explain?"

Natalie found it amusing that Sofia needed her to. She ought to be able to pick up what she was getting at, especially if Sofia had been paying attention to what she had done that really drew reactions out of her.

"The selling point," Natalie said, "is you. Or us. That's what affects me most. Can't you tell?"

Sofia frowned.

She tilted her head, her eyebrows furrowing, finally picking up what Natalie was getting at.

Then, with a hand still on Natalie's cock, stroking away and playing with her spit-lubricated cock tip, she climbed onto Natalie's lap and kissed her.

Natalie melted into the kiss, forgetting the scenario she was in, the sudden advance unexpected enough to white her mind out. Her hands settled onto Sofia's hips. She explored Sofia's mouth, squirming in place as Sofia's hand jerked her off between their thighs. Sofia's taste eradicated her ability to think. She basked in her mouth and the feeling of her body pressing into hers.

Sofia pulled back a half-inch, then laughed quietly into Natalie's lips. Natalie's thoughts had gone too hazy for her to be annoyed at the sudden confidence.

"I think I understand, master," she murmured into Natalie's mouth. "It's about us. You, on top of me. You like it when I'm submissive."

By how quickly Natalie's breathing came, and the color of her face, Sofia had her answer.

"When I'm your little cum slut," Sofia emphasized huskily.

Natalie shivered.

"Yes, I get it now," Sofia murmured. "I think I can be that for you, master. But," she said slowly, pressing a kiss into her lips between the words, "only if you promise to give me a big, hot load. And not soon—now. I want it now. We're on a schedule. You can do that for me, master?"

Natalie didn't even have a response, too lost in the proximity of Sofia's body and the way Sofia's hand worked up and down her cock. She chided herself for giving Sofia the tools she needed. She had always been a quick study.

A part of her tried to rally, to return to her unaffected demeanor and keep teasing Sofia, but Sofia recaptured her lips and stroked away faster. Those thoughts drifted away.

"Come on, master," Sofia pleaded, holding begging eye contact. "Doesn't my hand feel good? Just let go. I'll even let you finish in my panties, if you want. They're yours for the day, anyway. Does that excite you? Knowing I'll be walking around like that? Exposed and embarrassed?" Sofia bit Natalie's lower lip and tugged. "I'll be thinking about you the whole time. How humiliating it is. But I'll do anything for master. I'm her loyal cock sleeve."

Natalie whined, her hips squirming as the heat built rapidly inside her. She never in her life would have thought words like that would come from Sofia's mouth. And for her. The concept melted her down, turned her into a hot pile of sludge.

"There you go," Sofia murmured. "I can feel you twitching. Go ahead. Give it to me." She lifted her hips up, hovering over Natalie's cock. "Straight onto my panties, like I promised. Get them nice and wet. Mark me as yours. You want that, don't you?"

This so wasn't fair.

Sofia's stroking took one last frantic pace. Reaching down between her legs, jerking Natalie off, she aimed Natalie at her panties. "Come on, master. There you go. You're close. Give it to me."

Natalie's hips strained upward, and—Sofia capturing Natalie's mouth again, her last devastating attack—Natalie came. Thick, hot strings of girlcum seared up Natalie's cock, coating Sofia's panties with each spurt. She was lost in the taste of Sofia's mouth, her eyes closed as she basked in her orgasm, pleasure coursing through her.

Finally, when Natalie had thoroughly emptied herself between Sofia's legs, Sofia pulled away from Natalie's mouth, her breaths coming out in heavy pants. Her face was flushed, and she smiled triumphantly at Natalie. Natalie couldn't even be annoyed, half because her thoughts were still sluggish.

Natalie looked down to see her cum covering Sofia's panties and thighs, dripping down onto her cock.

"You did it, master," Sofia said, smirking. "Look how easy that was."

Natalie looked back up. Sofia met her gaze, seeming extremely self-satisfied. Then, slowly, the expression started to morph. She sat on Natalie's lap, then looked down at herself. Her wet panties. Natalie's cock.

Her face had already been flushed, but now it turned crimson. Natalie could see that realization across Sofia's face, the triumph of her victory fading for mortification. She'd gotten lost in the moment.

Natalie considered teasing, but figured Sofia didn't need it. Not by the expression on her face.

"Come on," Natalie said, patting her thighs. "We should clean up and head back." As an afterthought, she added, "And give me your panties."

"R-Right." She climbed off Natalie's lap, shaking her head to herself. She looked at the mess again, then down at her panties, and muttered, "I can't believe I did that."

"I can. You're a natural cock servant. It just needed a little working out."

"Shut up." She blushed at the crudity, and Natalie laughed. "And look away."

"Look away?"

"So I can take off my panties."

Natalie considered protesting, but decided that she'd gotten plenty out of her rival already. She obliged. Sofia stripped off her panties with Natalie's eyes closed, then said, "Here."

Sofia handed a thoroughly cum-covered pair of panties to Natalie. Natalie smirked as she looked at them, and Sofia's face reddened further. "What are you even going to do with them? They're ruined." Shaking her head, she opened the stall door and exited. Natalie started rolling down toilet paper to get cleaned up.

Just outside the stall, Natalie saw Sofia freeze, going stiff.

"Jordan?" Sofia shrilled. "What are you doing here?"

Natalie hastily got herself cleaned, wiping down most of the cum from Sofia's panties, too, then stuffed them in her pocket. She pulled her clothes back in order, peeking out the stall while doing so. Sure enough, Jordan was there, leaning shoulder-first against a tiled wall, arms crossed and seeming amused.

"Oh, you know," Jordan said. "You two disappeared, then were gone for a while, so I got worried. Decided to check in."

"How long have you been there?" Sofia asked, the panic in her voice almost palpable. She looked back at Natalie, eyes wide, only for Natalie to start laughing.

"Long enough," Jordan said, her lips curling. "Really, skipping class to hook up in the bathroom. I expected more of you, Sofia."

"M-Me? That's Natalie's doing, obviously!"

"Is it? From the noises I heard coming from that stall, that's not what I would've thought."

Sofia swayed on her feet, seeming almost faint with embarrassment. She placed a hand on her forehead, then pointedly turned away from Jordan.

"No. I'm not doing this. Why did you follow us? You're both perverts, aren't you?" She stalked for the exit. "What has my life become? Come on. We need to get back to class. We've been gone long enough."

4.23 - Outfit Testing

The day continued in the vein of most others and, soon enough, ended—meaning it was time for Natalie and her team to head down into the dungeon for a quick expedition.

Except, before that, Natalie had an errand to take care of. [Stylish] had yet to be tested, and the team didn't mind starting the delve an hour late. The experiments shouldn't take long. Maybe not the entire hour.

Initially, Natalie had planned to test [Stylish] with just Jordan. But Jordan had other plans. Seeing how Natalie had earned herself a pet for the week, Jordan explained, the testing might as well be done with all three of them. Experiments were best with as many subjects as possible.

So, Natalie, Jordan, and Sofia ended up at their dorm room with their delving gear—and other items Jordan had collected the night prior.

"What's in there, anyway?" Natalie asked, trying to peek into the shopping bag.

Jordan snapped it closed and tutted at her. "It's a surprise," she scolded. "Wait and see."

"I can't believe we're doing this," Sofia groaned, sitting in the kitchen, her forehead planted on the table. "You're going to dress me up? Really? Parade me around just to see how many stats it gives?"

"We're both doing it," Jordan corrected. "And don't sound so enthusiastic. Natalie will get the wrong idea."

Sofia glared at Jordan, who was, like usual, unaffected. If anything, she seemed delighted by Sofia's embarrassment.

Natalie had mixed feelings. [Stylish] seemed like a headache and a half to deal with. It depended on the results of their tests today whether it would be worth using at all. It would almost certainly be when upgraded, but right now, maybe not.

And with Jordan here to instigate Sofia, Natalie wasn't sure what would happen. Bullying Sofia was fun when alone, but adding Jordan to the mix was—well, again, Natalie had mixed feelings. She didn't have control over the situation when Jordan was there to egg them on.

"Okay," Jordan said, setting the bag aside, then surveying the room. "Natalie, help me turn the couch so it's pointed this way."

"Why?"

"So you can lean back and enjoy the show," Jordan said with a roll of her eyes. "Just do what I say."

Natalie obliged. They rearranged the couch so that it was facing the kitchen. It gave them more space to work with. Made Jordan and Sofia's 'stage' larger.

"Okay. Now, sit."

Natalie did as she was told.

"And come here, Sofia," Jordan instructed. "Stop moping."

With a grumble, Sofia stood and came to Jordan. She pointedly didn't look at Natalie. After her surge of confidence in the bathroom, Natalie would have thought Sofia would be less uncomfortable with all this. Testing out [Stylish] was definitely less lewd than the previous event. But instead, she was blushing as much as typical.

Like with Natalie herself, it was probably Jordan's presence that heated things up. That it wasn't just the two of them. Especially with Jordan being so visibly delighted at how awkward she and Sofia were. Really, when had Jordan become such an instigator?

"So," Jordan said. "I figure we'll test it step by step. As far as I can tell, our current outfits don't actually provide a bonus."

"There's probably a minimum sluttiness," Sofia said, glaring at Natalie, blaming her for this event. Which was fair, to some degree. It was her class. "The outfit has to reach some level of ... required lewdness."

"Lewdness?" Jordan asked, lips quirking up. "Well, not necessarily, I don't think. The skill says the outfit just has to arouse her. I assume she's aroused by us pretty much all the time—we can hope, at least,"—Sofia protested the second half of that statement—"but it's the outfit that actually matters. And our current gear is frankly not that flattering."

"As it shouldn't be," Sofia growled.

"But not everything that's arousing is lewd, is my point," Jordan continued, ignoring Sofia.

"Isn't it?"

"Not at all. For example." Jordan scooped up her shopping bag, rummaged around, and withdrew something. "This."

Sofia blinked at the item, and so did Natalie. She recognized it at the same moment Jordan stepped forward. She unclipped the black choker and secured it around Sofia's neck before the white-haired girl could protest. Jordan stepped back and admired it, hands on hips, while Sofia frowned down at herself, hand going up to tug at the tight black loop around her neck.

"A choker?" Sofia said. "Why would that—"

Sofia paused.

"Did I just— I felt that!" Sofia's eyes widened, and she turned a venomous look to Natalie. "Really? A choker? That's all it takes?"

"I thought it would be," Jordan laughed. "I know my girl well."

Natalie's heart skipped about three times at the casual 'my girl,' and the choker around Sofia's neck wasn't helping her composure either. She shifted, folding her hands on her lap to hide a quickly growing problem.

"So, it worked?" Jordan asked, sending a smirking glance down at Natalie's lap before facing Sofia. "I mean, of course it did, especially when it's on you, but how much so? What's it feel like?"

"Especially on me?" Sofia asked. "What's that mean?"

Jordan raised her eyebrows, and Sofia glared at her—then at Natalie, as if Natalie had done something wrong.

"What?" Natalie defended herself. "Chokers are hot."

She had to fake a level of nonchalance. Jordan, unfortunately, had a great read on her. Something about a choker, and specifically on Sofia, had her heart thumping surprisingly hard.

"Ugh," Sofia said. "Whatever."

"How strong does the boost feel?" Jordan repeated. "It goes to your primary stat. Is that furor or prowess?"

"Prowess," Sofia said. "And it wasn't much. Only just noticeable." They'd gotten somewhat good at telling how potent stat increases were, since they could feel it happen every time they put on or took off a piece of gear. Sofia flexed her hands back and forth, frowning down at them as she made that appraisal. "But still noticeable. Not nothing."

"Well, we're just starting, so we can't hope for too much right away." Jordan smiled mischievously. "We've got a lot of options,, and if I had to guess, it scales up based on how far we go. So, to continue, how about—let's say, your top."

"My top?"

"Yeah," Jordan said. "As in, take it off."

"What?"

"Losing clothes is the easiest way to make an outfit sexy, don't you think?"

"You're serious?"

"Wait until you find out what I have you replace it with," Jordan said.

Sofia stared at her, then turned an incredulous look at Natalie. Natalie wasn't sure why Sofia thought she would find refuge in her. Natalie shrugged. "Jordan's in charge. And we've got a delve coming up. Let's not waste time."

Sofia stood there for a moment. "Unbelievable," she finally said. Deft fingers went to the buttons and straps that made up her lightweight leather armor and started working away. "Fine. But whatever you have planned, it better not be too ridiculous."

"No promises," Jordan said.