Dungeons and Dalliances

Malice didn't think twice about obeying. For all she'd claimed she'd been 'reconsidering having submitted' to her, it had taken little effort to rectify her hesitation. Malice crawled across the bed until she was between Natalie's thighs, grabbing her cock.

"You promise?" Malice breathed. "Me next?"

"Nope," Natalie said. "Like I said, just maybe. You'll have to impress me."

Natalie watched with amusement as Malice masked her dismay at the uncertain promise. The poor wolfgirl was desperate by this point, thighs slick with her wetness, which was precisely the malleable state Natalie had wanted her in.

Impatiently, Malice grabbed Natalie's shaft and started pumping up and down the rigid length. Natalie let out a hot breath through her teeth, enjoying the delicious friction, as quick and rough as it had started—easily as pent up as Malice, even if she wasn't showing it. After having had the girl bucking and squirming underneath her, begging for release, how couldn't Natalie be a little on edge?

"Easy there," Natalie chided. "I know you're impatient, but if you want anything else from me, you better do a good job." She shrugged. "Or don't. It's your choice. Not like I care."

Malice slowed her strokes with visible effort, switching to using both hands to fully envelop Natalie's impressive girth. Taking a slower, more sensual pace, working along Natalie's cock properly, rather than jerking as impatiently as she could.

"Better," Natalie murmured smugly. Her cock twitched with arousal in Malice's hands. The wolfgirl leaned down to start dutifully licking broad stripes along the underside of her shaft with her warm, wet tongue. "Definitely better…" she repeated, wrapping a hand in Malice's black hair as she licked away.

Shifting her hips up slightly, Natalie slipped her cock head between Malice's lips. The wolfgirl's eyes fluttered closed with a pleased hum as she hollowed out her cheeks to suck around the thick intrusion. Her talented mouth started bobbing steadily up and down, continuing to stroke her with her hands even as she also pleasured Natalie with her mouth.

Natalie couldn't resist the urge to join in, slightly thrusting in cadence, taking petty enjoyment in making Malice's eyes water and throat constrict around her pulsing length whenever she buried herself a bit too deep, bumping into the back of her throat.

"Look at you, so eager," Natalie mocked breathlessly. "Telling me I have no spine when it's this easy to have you choking on my cock. Isn't that embarrassing? So shameless."

Malice's hazy expression cleared briefly, a flash of indignance appearing on her face.

"Ah-ah," Natalie said. "Remember what I said about mouthing off. You sure you want to do that?"

The indignance doubled, and Natalie almost thought Malice would snipe something back. But then it melted away, her eyes growing hazy again with lust. She slid back down Natalie's cock, opening her throat up to let it slide all the way in. Natalie sucked a breath in as her sensitive member slid into that tight, wet tunnel, bulging flesh outward and making Malice's eyes water with the strain. She helped the wolfgirl the last few inches, pressing down hard to sheathe herself. Pretty orange eyes looked up at her, nose pressed into Natalie's lower stomach.

"Good answer," Natalie said, smirking down at her. "You're starting to earn your way back into my good graces."

The wolfgirl looked up at her with pleading, desperate eyes as she tried her hardest not to choke around Natalie's thick cock. That teary expression sent a thrill through Natalie. What a little brat she'd been, only to revert to this submissive, desperate girl in barely ten minutes.

She pulled Malice off, watching the girl gasp for air, strings of drool connecting her lips to Natalie's glistening length.

"Please … let me make you feel good," Malice rasped. "It's my duty."

Yeah. She was definitely learning her place.

"You're right," Natalie grinned in encouragement. "Keep it up, you might get your reward. That's enough talking, though."

She shoved Malice back down, making her take her entire cock again in one rough thrust. Malice choked but didn't resist. Natalie set a brutal pace, roughly face-fucking her partner, reveling in the wet, slick sounds of the wolfgirl's desperate throat-milking. The bed creaked as her hips bounced, jostling Malice, who tried desperately to keep up, holding onto Natalie's thighs for stability.

Tightening her fingers in Malice's hair, she started slamming her hips with abandon. She watched her cock disappear in and out of Malice's throat, the girl's eyes crossed with the onslaught. Her lips sealed desperately around the girth, trying her best to swallow around it as it repeatedly punched into her throat.

"Does it turn you on to be my personal little cumdumpster?" Natalie murmured. "Such a proud fighter, only to be made into a cocksleeve. That's getting you off, isn't it?"

She didn't expect an answer, and Malice didn't try to give one. If anything, she groaned an eager affirmation around the cock choking her, eyes fluttering. Natalie's shaft was slick with spit, making her cock glide smoothly in and out, wet, sloppy noises filling the room. Drool ran down Malice's chin, and her nose scrunched as she breathed roughly through it, fighting to keep up with the hard pace Natalie set.

"Yeah," Natalie grunted. "You're doing real good. Keep it up. Keep it—up."

It wouldn't be long now. She was close. She could feel herself teetering on the edge.

But … she couldn't.

Taking a breath, Natalie forced herself to slow down. However good it felt, she had no intention of finishing that quickly.

"Up," Natalie commanded. "Back to using your hands."

Malice obeyed, unsheathing Natalie with a pop, then wrapped both hands around Natalie and started to pump. "Y-You know … there's an even better way we can take care of this, Master …"

The implication was obvious. Natalie snorted.

"I'll wait to cum until Master says to," Malice hastily insisted. "I just really need it inside me. Please?"

Natalie considered the offer, basking in the long, slow, sensual strokes Malice delivered up and down her length. Malice's breath started to come faster as she realized her suggestion might sway Natalie.

Because, yeah, Natalie's thoughts were quickly growing compromised. She'd planned on teasing Malice for much longer. But she wasn't the only one weak to being played with, being brought up against that hot edge.

"You've been a good girl," Natalie said, caving. "So fine. But no cumming until I do," she warned.

Malice nodded rapidly, already climbing on top of Natalie. Gripping Natalie's cock to aim it, she lowered herself down—moving fast, as if to stop Natalie from changing her mind. Natalie gasped as she slid into the wolfgirl's tight pussy, Malice's weight settling onto her lap, all ten inches suddenly engulfed in squeezing heat as Malice thrust herself down, slapping herself full of cock with a loud gasp.

The two of them sat there, backs arched, not moving, simply shivering as they basked in their respective bliss. Malice shook atop her, eyes closed tight as she—presumably—fought off her orgasm. She was still close from earlier, and the sudden insertion had obviously been almost too much for her, on edge as she was. But she didn't want to disobey her Master. Amused, Natalie wondered whether Malice was regretting her choice now. At least when she'd had been using her hands, she hadn't needed to fight her orgasm away, at risk of further punishment.

"Alright," Natalie murmured, settling her hands onto Malice's hips. "Tell you what. Answer a few questions, and I'll start moving. Do you think that'll be worth the 'trouble' it'll cause with the dungeon?"

Malice opened her eyes, met Natalie's, and, despite everything, hesitated.

Natalie grabbed Malice's waist, pulled her hips down the slightest bit, then thrust upward, gently kissing her cocktip to Malice's cervix. The wolfgirl's back arched, a keening whine escaping her lips.

"Y-Yes," Malice said, her resolve breaking instantly. "But only one, tonight. You're not allowed to get everything all at once."

"Allowed?" Natalie repeated, raising an eyebrow.

Malice blushed and looked down. "I mean … please? Only one? I-It's mean to take everything from me in one night …"

Natalie considered the offer, then nodded.

One answer from a resident of the dungeon—who knew untold amounts of valuable secrets, many relevant to Natalie's situation.

Which was the most important?

If only she weren't ten inches deep inside a clenching wolfgirl's pussy, cock throbbing for release and her head hot and fuzzy, Natalie could've thought through her choices with the proper gravity the situation demanded.

But as it stood, her fogged brain latched to the first relevant question, wanting her hips to get moving as much as Malice did.

It was, at least, surely not a bad question.

"My patron," Natalie said. "Lust. You've mentioned her a few times. What do you know about her? And my class?"