Dungeons and Dalliances Ch. 190-199

5.29 - Dungeon Prep

Natalie stepped through the glassy black portal, and the busy noises of Aradon's dungeon entrance dropped away. Her team followed after, one by one, appearing in the small stone room that made up the floor selection chamber. As usual, only two portals presented themselves: the first and the second floor. They'd yet to head down to the third.

"Today's the day we find Nat a proper boss to fuck," Jordan mused loudly—attracting four heads to swivel her way. "It's a shame all we've been finding are actual monsters. Where are the fuckable ones when you need them?"

"You," Sofia grumbled, "are growing entirely too crude."

"Crude? I'm being practical," Jordan disagreed. "That erotite arrow is a two-part rare reward—we're gonna get something amazing once we find Nat proper prey. If only that dryad had come later. She looked cute. What do you think dryad pussy is like?"

Sofia shook her head, exasperated, and faced Ana. Natalie's amusement lingered on Jordan for a moment, who grinned at her—which Natalie responded to by rolling her eyes. Sofia was right, honestly. The woman really was becoming more and more of a provoker.

"You said you had something you wanted to talk about, once we got inside?" Sofia asked Ana.

Everyone's attention turned to the team's mage, who was slipping off her bra—which Natalie paused at. Though it was hardly anything new. Their team covered up during the trip over to the dungeon entrance. Even if they had to wear revealing attire while inside the dungeon, for the stat boosts, it still felt rather indiscreet to do so out in public. For that matter, Natalie herself had taken to wearing a skirt and jacket overtop her extremely revealing armor. She tucked both away, following Ana's lead.

"Yes," Ana said. "Just a quick announcement. And possibly a momentary interruption, before setting out. You remember the tattoo and ink vial, from earlier?"

"You mean the glowing pink womb tattoo everyone can see? That you wear out in public?" Sofia asked dryly. "Yes, we haven't forgotten about that, Ana."

It was true; Ana was definitely more shameless than Natalie, when it came to walking through Aradon's streets. At least she wore a bra, because when that thing came off, it was fifty-fifty odds whether slight movements would destroy her modesty. If it'd been anyone else, she'd have thought Ana was showing off. Since she did have a lot to show off. But no—Natalie was pretty sure she simply didn't care, which was equal parts impressive and hilarious.

"The [Inscriber] I commissioned had a breakthrough," Ana said, ignoring Sofia's sarcasm—maybe not even detecting it. "He managed to redesign the tattoo so it works differently from its original purpose. So that it's functional for us."

"Oh?" Natalie asked. "Functional how?"

"Before, it collected orgasms to unlock those doorways, if you remember," Ana said, and a brief heat flash went through Natalie, recollecting that whole series of events. "Now, it stores the same energy, but as a secondary mana resource. Not significant, but, of course, any increase in mana is an excellent boon. Especially when combined with my crystal ball."

'Crystal ball'. Ana had taken to calling her buttplug that. The team didn't really mind; dropping the word 'buttplug' into casual conversations could be ... a little much. Even for their circumstances.

"It stores orgasms as mana," Sofia said, rubbing her temples. "You're serious?"

"Yes."

"Why am I not surprised?" Sofia asked, sounding almost angry.

"You figured that out fast," Natalie commented, impressed. She'd expected it to take longer to track down someone who could help her with the task of redesigning the tattoo. But Ana worked efficiently. It'd taken less than a week.

"And you said there might be a short diversion before we start today?" Liz asked hesitantly, a heat rising on her face. "By that, do you mean ...?"

Natalie paused.

"The energy decays, so I didn't handle it beforehand," Ana said. "And the intensity of the orgasm also affects how much energy there is to draw on." She nodded. "So, yes, I waited until we were at the dungeon to ask."

Those statements sat in the air for a moment.

"You ... want to handle it ... now?" Sofia asked.

"It shouldn't take long," Ana said, as unperturbed as ever. "Especially if I have some help." She paused, then glanced Natalie's way. "If you don't mind. I suppose I shouldn't assume you would."

Natalie blinked.

"You want me to ...?"

Help her fill the tattoo up?

Ana nodded.

"Like, here?" Natalie asked, looking around the small floor-selection chamber. "Now?"

Ana didn't seem to understand why everyone was either flushing, amused, or exasperated at the request. "As I said, it'll be quick. This is a reality of our situation, isn't it? Such breaks will be required, especially if we continue receiving similar items." She nodded at Liz. "Like Elizabeth's wand. That's a daily necessity, isn't it?"

Liz shared a look with Natalie, her cheeks going a shade darker. Natalie laughed. The two of them had, in fact, been making good use of her wand—they weren't going to leave stats on the table, not when exploring the dungeon.

Natalie had been very much enjoying those events, too. There was something strangely erotic about the quick, even perfunctory at times, nature of having to fuck Liz with her dildo to provide her the stat boost. And the linking process, too. Since it was needed every time they ventured out, it was something they 'just took care of', beforehand. Natalie didn't know why the 'get it over with' attitude Liz sometimes treated the event with turned her on, but it definitely did. Not that she ever seemed reluctant, just that they were busy people, and so Liz insisted Natalie work as hard as possible to have her squirming without wasting time.

Her current record was one minute and forty-five. She was pretty proud of that one.

"I can help if you need me to," Natalie said. "But it's, uh, a bit crowded in here, isn't it?"

Ana, again, nodded, unperturbed. "Yes. But that should just make finishing even easier, if everyone is watching us."

Sofia and Liz both made a sort of choking noise at that, and Jordan started laughing. Natalie's eyebrows went up.

"You want them to watch?"

"The idea makes me feel rather hot," Ana said. "So yes, it would speed things up. I don't want to waste our time. Of course, it's their choice, too."

"How can you say something like that? With a straight face?" Sofia demanded.

Ana looked at her blankly. "What do you mean?"

Jordan kept laughing.

Well. That sort of impassive analysis was very on-brand for Ana, but still, Natalie couldn't help but give her an odd look. She was strangely cognizant of her own thought processes, for being so clueless. Surely she knew why what she'd said was ... a bit much. Even for her.

Then again, this was probably one of the situations where she was playing into her own cluelessness, intentionally. It was certainly working to fluster Sofia and Liz—though that wasn't a hard task.

"Well. I mean. If everyone's okay with it," Natalie said, "I guess it is just part of how the dungeon works for us, these days." Her heart rate sped up, despite the casualness she tried to portray. Sure, she'd been growing closer with all of her teammates, but helping bring Ana to orgasm in front of everyone else?

Sofia pinched her nose and turned away. "Just, hurry up," she said, waving her hand. "We're wasting exploration time."

Ana faced Natalie, looking at her expectantly.

Natalie's face heated up.

A good teammate did what a good teammate had to do, right?

Though ... maybe Sofia could help out too. Join in. Her collar did need to be trained. They could kill two birds with one stone.

5.30 - ❤ Dungeon Prep II

Sofia knew Natalie had something planned the moment her eyes flicked her way. She stiffened, growing hot as blue eyes lingered on her own, Natalie's lips curling up the slightest amount up as she raked her gaze across her. But whatever the woman had planned, she didn't enact right away. She turned to face Liz and Jordan.

"So, just to make sure, none of you mind?" Natalie asked. Her attention landed primarily on Liz. Of them, she was the only one who might have a problem with this. Jordan obviously didn't—that woman was worse than Natalie when it came to this. In some regards, at least.

Sofia herself hardly wanted to watch this degeneracy unfold, but she belonged to Natalie up through the weekend. Besides, there were good points being made: this did seem to be the reality of their circumstances. Everyone on the team ought to grow comfortable with each other, simply because of Natalie's class.

At least in seeing each other. Obviously, Sofia wasn't going to be throwing herself into their beds just because Natalie's class was perverted. But simple familiarity was a necessity.

Those were her very valid, very relevant excuses, at least.

"Um," Liz said, shifting in place as her blush grew. "I mean, n-not really? I understand. My wand is a handful too." She laughed a bit nervously, waving the sliver of wood to emphasize the point. "So ... yeah! Have fun?"

Natalie laughed, which Liz blushed even deeper at, then faced back to Ana—and approached. Impassive green eyes tilted up as Natalie arrived to tower over the shorter mage. Natalie leaned down, hands settling on the other girl's waist, and she whispered something into her ear. Ana's attention flicked toward Sofia, and Sofia's heart jumped. That was all the confirmation she needed that, whatever Natalie had planned to 'help Ana out', she was about to get roped in too.

Which was ... fine. She did have a bet with Natalie. And if Sofia were being generous to the other woman, maybe Natalie was only planning it because of her collar. It did need to be trained if they wanted to earn its full benefits. Otherwise, Sofia was walking around with a collar around her neck for no reason.

Training the collar concerned Sofia for obvious reasons though. It required Natalie to give her commands she found embarrassing. Degrading. And everyone—the entire team—would be watching it happen.

Then again, even more reason to use it, here and now. What better way to amplify the embarrassment? And thus train it faster.

For a few more moments, Natalie kept whispering into Ana's ear, too low for Sofia to hear. The other girl nodded twice before Natalie pulled away, snorting. Ana's face revealed nothing of what Natalie might have told her. Maybe that meant it wasn't anything too bad.

Who was Sofia kidding? Ana wouldn't react to the sky falling, much less any plans Natalie could imagine up. Ana had been the one to suggest the two of them fuck in front of the party in the first place.

"Say one good thing about this armor," Natalie announced. "It's easy to take off."

At the words, Sofia's eyes flicked down to the metal cup between Natalie's legs. As expected, the revealing armor had reshaped itself to fit Natalie. Or rather, reshaped itself to barely fit her. The pink cup technically kept her modest, in the same way it had kept Sofia 'technically' modest.

Demonstrating her point, Natalie unhooked the band of leather keeping the skimpy piece of armor around her waist, peeling the piece of gear off in one smooth motion and tossing it casually to the side.

Ten inches of fat girl cock stiffened in the air, and somewhere in the back of her mind, Sofia chided herself for how she couldn't tear her eyes away. There was really something about watching it grow and grow to full throbbing mast. She was almost annoyed at how perfect Natalie's veiny, angry-looking girl cock was. Didn't she already have tits, an amazing ass, muscles, and that roguish short red hair and smoldering blue eyes? She really had to have the whole package any girl would die for, then also win the lottery in cock, too?

Ridiculous.

"You're gonna help, pet, so go ahead and come over," Natalie said with an impatient hand wave, jolting Sofia out of her brief distraction.

Pet.

Like usual, the word cut straight through her. She fought away the heat squirming in her stomach. Why did that word do so many things to her? It wasn't fair. Especially the degrading flair Natalie emphasized the word with. Almost more than the word itself, it was how she said it.

Pet.

Her pet.

Natalie's needy, pathetic little sex pet.

Little jolts went through Sofia, imagining each word.

Sofia's eyes flicked to Liz. She'd grown used to—okay, not used to, but at least she'd experienced it a few times—to Jordan and Natalie bullying her in private, but definitely not with her other two teammates watching. Not Liz. Elizabeth Beaumon. A literal royal, a member of high society, someone who was undoubtedly going to be somebody in the world, when they graduated.

And Sofia was expected to, what, perform for Natalie's sake? Right in front of her? Didn't she know how that would ruin her image? Natalie might not have political goals, but Sofia did. Direct power only went so far. Sofia wanted to be somebody—like Liz would be. That was how she could create change, most easily. Accomplish her goals in life. And Liz Beaumon, though her friend, was also poised to be an important political ally.

For a moment, they held eye contact. Liz's face burned red, and she cleared her throat and looked away. Sofia did the same.

"Fine. Since my collar needs to be upgraded," Sofia said—though she couldn't help but feel immediately embarrassed at stating it out loud. Everyone here already knew her circumstances. So it almost sounded like she was making excuses for herself. Or was she overthinking it?

Natalie smirked at her, probably reading the way her thoughts were tumbling around inside her head. Why was the damn woman so good at flustering her? She was so annoying.

Huffing, Sofia approached the other two girls and crossed her arms, waiting to see what her fate would be. Jordan, in the spectator's gallery with Liz, leaned into the royal and murmured something into her ear—making Liz squeak. Sofia wasn't sure she wanted to know what'd just been said to her. Maybe it was lucky that she couldn't hear.

"On your knees," Natalie instructed. "You're gonna put those pretty cock-sucking lips to good use. I think Ana will like the show." She stepped behind Ana and pulled the other girl in close. Gripping her cock, she guided her way between Ana's thighs, her thick member popping out the other side of her legs. Ana, instinctively, squeezed her thighs together. She was still wearing her flimsy dress—more a collection of ribbons than a dress—as well as her panties, so the sight of her body was partially obscured. Still, seeing Natalie's cock jutting out from between the shorter girl's soft thighs made Sofia's head suddenly start spinning.

Put on a show?

With her cock-sucking lips?

While Natalie's cock was sandwiched between Ana's thighs?

"I don't like repeating myself," Natalie said, one hand sneaking underneath Ana's robes and grabbing a handful of her right breast, squeezing. Ana shivered and leaned back into Natalie, her back arching. Her cool green eyes surveyed Sofia, as if curious to see what she would do. The woman's permanent aloofness was really so perplexing—and for some reason, started to make Sofia's skin prickle with heat. Couldn't she have the good grace to even blush while being groped by another woman, her thighs squeezing Natalie's cock? Or was this just any other delving expedition to her?

Sofia stayed frozen for a moment, heat pulsing through her.

"Only if you want to, of course," Ana said calmly.

Well. There was one considerate woman between the two of them. Except Sofia didn't want considerate. Because she couldn't just say out loud that she 'wanted to'. How horrifying would that be? It would've been better if Ana had just stayed silent and let Natalie use her however she wanted. At least Natalie gave Sofia the grace of denial.

So instead, Sofia sniffed loudly, not replying to Ana. She got down on her knees in front of the two girls, pretending her heart wasn't slamming in her throat.

"It's simply part of the bet," Sofia said. "And for my collar."

Ana tilted her head.

"Then you should probably put it on," Ana commented.

Sofia stiffened.

Her hand shot up to her neck.

Right.

She hadn't, yet. She wasn't going to wear it through the streets of Aradon, obviously, so that task waited until the floor-selection chamber.

Sofia looked up Ana's body—which was ... quite a sight, from down on her knees, both peeking into her robe's cleavage, seeing the sides of her breasts, the bare hint of her nipples, barely covered, and Natalie's cock jutting from her thighs. Just to the side of Ana's impassive expression, hovering over her shoulder, Natalie smirked down at her, blue eyes amused. Probably delighting in the fact Sofia had almost forgotten to actually wear the collar before they started. Which really would have ruined her excuse.

Excuse?

The truth.

"S-Shut up," Sofia said, flushing. "I just forgot."

She hastily pulled the item out and clicked it around her neck, shivering, like usual, as she felt its weight settle.

Collared.

Natalie's pet, once again.

Heat coursed through her, just at the idea.

"Let's get this over with," Sofia said disdainfully, already starting to feel breathless—and they hadn't even started. "We have a dungeon to explore, don't we?"

5.31 - ❤ Dungeon Prep III/IV

"You said you grew two inches," Ana commented casually, reaching down to grip Natalie's cock between her thighs. "But it seems like a lot more than that." Pressing her ass back into Natalie's crotch to squish herself in, there was enough of Natalie's cock sticking through her legs that she could get a full hand around the thick member. "How big is it going to get, anyway? It's already becoming rather unwieldy."

"Whenever I decide to stop upgrading it, I suppose," Natalie said.

Ana hummed, considering that. "It does, at least, make certain positions possible that wouldn't be otherwise." She wiggled Natalie's cock from side to side, squirming it around between her thighs. "Look how much there is, even when it's sticking out between my thighs. Enough to suck on." She stroked up and down, jerking Natalie off as she talked. "It's impressive. I didn't know they got this big."

"I don't think they usually do," Natalie said, a bit dryly.

"Also," Ana continued, "it was a good idea to have Sofia join us. I approve of the efficiency."

"I thought you would."

"And she looks good on her knees," she added nonchalantly. "It'll definitely help me finish faster, seeing her there."

"H-Hey," Sofia choked out in surprise.

The efficiency comment was, at least, all but expected from Ana. Of course it was her first thought on the whole situation. But being told that she looked good on her knees? That was something Sofia would never have expected to come out of Ana's mouth.

Natalie, in response, laughed. "She does, doesn't she? I've been telling her that. I think it's the way she glares up at you. Those big, angry blue eyes. And all the blushing that gives the act away."

Natalie pulled her hips back, then pushed forward, sliding her cock through Ana's thighs even as Ana kept stroking with her hand. The motion had Natalie grinding into the fabric of Ana's panties, which were quickly growing soaked—the only real proof that Ana was enjoying herself, since her comments and expressionless face betrayed, as it always did, absolutely nothing. The woman really was a stone wall.

Ana let out a little sigh, her other hand coming up to grope her other breast—the one Natalie wasn't already fondling. Her hips also started aiding Natalie, moving forward and back in small, slow motions, like she wasn't fully meaning to, but her arousal was getting the better of her.