Dungeons and Dalliances

7.83 – Slime XII

Natalie took Cheri's recommendation to heart. Grabbing her cock with one hand and the other spreading Vanetta's right-side cheek to give better access, she slid her rod down in between those plush pillows until the tip was nestling against her back entrance. For a few seconds, she let her tip rest there as she absorbed the situation, arousal stirring hotter with every added second. The feeling of Vanetta against her cockhead, the view of Cheri's red hand prints on the girl's skin from her earlier slaps, and the way Cheri was watching them with great eagerness … it was a potent mixture of elements.

"Hurry up. Stop teasing," Vanetta's muffled complaint sounded from where her face was hidden.

For once, Natalie hadn't even meant to tease. Just enjoying reality, for a moment. She could hardly be blamed for that.

Taking a breath, she braced herself for the heavenly sensation waiting for her. Leaning her hips forward and shifting her knees slightly, she lowered herself to put pressure against the hole she was aiming for. Vanetta reacted with a sharp inhale and a tightening of her back muscles, feeling the sensation several times more than Natalie herself, who merely met some resistance by that tight ring. She didn't hesitate as she urged her hips forward; she'd waited long enough.

Vanetta's back door had been well-prepared by Cheri's fingers and tongue, but the truth was, as far as girth went, fingers and a tongue weren't nearly enough to ready her. After several [Heavy Weaponry] upgrades, Natalie was bigger than almost anyone could hope to be without magic. Sure, her other skill helped with accommodating her over-sized weapon, but only to some extent ... and she was pretty sure only in the sense that it stopped things from becoming too painful.

So, with Vanetta's first time having this hole played with happening minutes before, and with only fingers and a tongue, ten-inches of girlcock was going to be a stretch. Literally. That didn't stop her, though. If anything, her heart beat faster as the hole started spreading around her tip, the resistance thrilling through her. Vanetta's body stiffened and shuddered at the pressure and widening of her sensitive entrance.

"Nngh," the rogue groaned out, long and low, into the floor, pressing her forehead into the stone.

The noise sent a thrill down Natalie's spine—one that jolted through her and ended in her cock, making it throb. Then, it happened: Vanetta's back door stretched enough to fit Natalie's head, and she gasped as the resistance that had been keeping her out vanished. Her hips moved forward instinctively. She sank in, not stopping until her hips smacked into Vanetta's ass, her body falling forward with such mind-erasing satisfaction that her head hit Cheri's stomach—who was, of course, still perched on top of Vanetta, watching the whole thing.

Cradling her head and stroking her hair, Cheri murmured, "Look at that, all the way in. Good girl. I'm so proud of you." She twisted to look over her shoulder and smirk at a trembling Vanetta. "You okay down there? Hurts in a good way, right?"

Vanetta's fists were clenched, and she was breathing hard as her body struggled to get used to the sudden invasion. Her lips parted, but no discernible words followed, just another groaning noise.

"That's a yes. You're doing great," Cheri assured her. "Really, I'm impressed." She stroked Natalie's hair some more, then grabbed a fistful and yanked it up, the gentleness vanishing all at once. "You, though. Get to work, already! I've said it too many times. Oh, and I guess I should answer the question."

The question? Natalie didn't register what that even meant, not ten-inches deep in Vanetta. She kept herself still, letting the girl adjust to her size and also savoring the wonderful, hot, vice-like tightness surrounding her. It was everything she'd hoped for, and more than enough to wipe her thoughts clear. Not just the warm, tight walls cradling every inch of her throbbing length, but also the way they were joined, Vanetta's soft ass squished into her hips, her pussy hidden away between tightly clenched legs, their shared arousal and heat melding together …

Cheri tugged at her hair again, and Natalie came back to reality. "But only if you start thrusting," she said amusedly. "I'm serious. I wanna see how much of this you can keep in your head when you can barely think. I'm a cruel mistress." Her amusement slipped away, eyes flicking down to where Natalie's cock was spreading Vanetta's asshole. "And maybeee I wanna get off myself, so I want a show," she murmured, her own hips starting to slide back and forth, angling herself so she was getting just the barest amount of contact of her pussy against Vanetta's exposed skin—and by the way she shuddered, the scant pressure was enough to satisfy her.

She did as she was ordered, though not because Cheri had asked her, but because she couldn't hold off any longer. A small part of her had kept to Vanetta's request to "be gentle", but giving her a few moments to adjust to being speared into was the most she could manage; instincts took over.

Her hips pulled backward. She shivered in delight, eyes fluttering as her tip almost pulled free. Vanetta's hole clung tightly to her as she withdrew, until she finally popped out. The next second, her hips lunged back inward. Vanetta's asshole spread once more around her cockhead, the tight grip coaxing her deeper as she bottomed out. This time, she didn't pause after sheathing herself, and her pace built over the following seconds. Slow at first to get a feel for it, luxuriating in the heavenly sensation, but quickly, she worked into a rhythm.

It wasn't until she'd found a nice, frantic pace that Cheri started talking. The slimegirl was in a trance of her own, hips gyrating as she got herself off by rubbing her pussy into Vanetta's bare back, her attention switching from Natalie, to Vanetta's face, then to Natalie's cock pummeling in and out of the rogue's ass.

"Okay," she murmured, eyes closed. "It's kind of a cheating question, asking me what I think you should know. But ... I'll forgive you just this once ... I guess …"

She trailed off for a solid ten seconds as Natalie pounded into Vanetta, filling the air with loud claps and causing both girls to bounce with each impact.

"So," Cheri said, jolting back to awareness. "It all ties together, I think, and some of this is just my own theory. Most of it, probably. Conjecture. But think about it. Why would the Passions sponsor someone and try to make them stronger? And what's the purpose of the dungeon, even before the Passions woke?"

Natalie tried to pay attention to the words, but admittedly, she would probably have to consider them afterward. She was more than a little lost in the sensation of rutting into Vanetta.

"In short," Cheri said, voice somewhat cloudy as she watched the two girls join each other with loud slaps—her own hips starting to squirm more eagerly atop Vanetta's back. "There's something at the bottom of the dungeon, at the twenty-fifth floor. That's one of the core reasons the crypt was created to begin with. To safeguard that treasure so only someone worthy could find it. But with the Passions waking, then sponsoring delvers? They clearly want it for themselves, and their champions are how they're gonna get it."