Dungeons and Dalliances

She and Natalie barely made it out of the park and back into the city before she couldn't stand it any longer. They'd rushed through the street, each of them flushed with anticipation, and while the original goal had been to make it to the manor and into the privacy of Alaina's own room—she could come up with excuses for why they'd run off later—that simply would take too long.

Making an executive decision, Alaina grabbed Natalie's hand and pulled her into the nearest alleyway. Her thoughts were so scrambled she wasn't even sure where in town she was. Or how safe the location was—the likelihood of someone passing by. She was beyond caring.

As soon as they were out of sight, Alaina crowded Natalie against the wall. Before the taller girl could make a noise of surprise, Alaina had slipped her hands around her neck and pulled her down into another kiss, straining on her tip-toes to reach.

Natalie melted into it just as quickly as before, voicing no protests for the unromantic choice of scenery. Her hands wrapped around her waist to tug her in. Soft, full lips pressed into her. Natalie's erection sprung back up, and it poked into her stomach through the material of her skirt. Alaina laughed against Natalie's mouth, heady with the desire coursing through her.

"Is this—" Natalie murmured, breaking free for a second. "Is this safe?"

"Fucking in an alleyway?" Alaina asked, a thrill going through her at the crudeness of the words. "No. Not at all." She pressed harder into Natalie, trapping her against the wall with her body, pinning her there. Stroking her cock with her stomach as she wiggled side to side. She whispered into her ear, "What's a little danger to a delver, right?"

Natalie let out a shaky breath. Her hands trailed down, but Alaina grabbed them before they could get too adventurous. "Ah ah," she said. "I'm fucking you, remember? Can't break that promise to your friends. I won't let you."

A shudder went through Natalie. She forced her hands back up, settling onto Alaina's waist again. Ceding initiative to Alaina.

Alaina hadn't ever been a dominant woman. Then again, she didn't have much experience in these matters in general—and she hadn't thought she liked women, either, until Natalie. So maybe she was still figuring out what she enjoyed. And this was a very non-standard way to be dominant. By Natalie's composure, the radiating confidence and hunger in her eyes, Alaina couldn't help but think she'd stay in control no matter how much Alaina 'took over.'

Whatever the case, this situation was doing something for her. Having Natalie standing there, tall, fit, intimidating, yet soft and hungry—and waiting for Alaina to ravish her, on her own prerogative?

Well. Alaina didn't think she could stop herself if she tried. She dove back into the kiss, mouth moving hard and eager against Natalie's, drinking in the gasps and moans she made.

Her hand dropped to Natalie's skirt, groping along the firm length of her cock. It took a moment to map the whole thing out through the material of her skirt—Natalie shuddered at every touch. It felt as big as she remembered. How many inches? Eight? Nine? Ten? She didn't know they got that big.

She had to see it. Had to lay eyes on it.

Breaking free from the kiss, Alaina slipped down to her knees. In one swift motion, she pulled up Natalie's skirt and bunched it over her waist. Her cock had slipped partially free of her panties, too large to be contained. Natalie reached down to tug them to the side, letting her weapon swing fully free, throbbing and bobbing in front of Alaina's face.

Alaina found herself almost hypnotized by the sight of it. That smooth shaft, twitching slightly, flushed pink.

Girlcock.

Why did that word send such a thrill through her? Why did seeing this big, delicious dick between a girl's thighs have her insides twisting up in a way they never had before?

Girlcock. So much better than the regular thing.

She leaned forward, burying her face into Natalie's crotch. The muskiness was overwhelming, and it shot straight to her head. This close, she could smell it so clearly. That hot, musky scent. Clean, but still sharp with sweat, and underneath that ... something even more potent.

Burying her face between Natalie's legs, she pressed her lips against the base. She kissed over and over, drunk on that musky smell. Drunk on Natalie's soft moans. She ran her tongue along the length of that firm shaft, slowly at first, then quicker. Then pulled back and opened her mouth to wrap her lips around the tip of Natalie's cockhead.

The taste. She hadn't expected it to be so overwhelming. Natalie's cockhead filled her mouth, hot and powerful. She couldn't get enough of it. She cracked her eyes open to look up Natalie's body, watching her face as she slipped her lips further down. Watching the ecstasy flash across her features.

Another jolt went through her as she realized exactly what she was doing. She was sucking another woman's cock in the middle of a dirty alleyway. Her, Lady Crestwood, daughter of the baron. What would people think? She could only imagine the gossip it would create.

That just served to send a hot thrill through her. She moaned as she started sucking Natalie's tip even more earnestly, spurred on by the shame of what she was doing and where. Her member stretched Alaina's lips as she went down. Really, how was it so big? There was no way she could fit the whole thing.

Not that she didn't try—she needed it inside her, as deep as possible. She sank down the shaft, inch after inch disappearing into her mouth, filling up her throat. She choked and had to back off. Saliva dripped from her lips, a droplet hitting her skirt. She steadied, then dove back in for more. Alaina went at it hungrily, messily, desperate for cock. Her mind was hazy and drunk on the taste and smell of Natalie. Cock filled her senses completely.

It took a few attempts before she succeeded, but finally, she reached Natalie's base and kissed her lips to soft skin, burrowing her nose into Natalie's lower stomach. She held herself there for a long moment, amazed that she'd actually managed it, eyes watering. Her throat bulged around the invasion. Natalie looked down, locking eyes with her, a hazy look on her face.

Her cock throbbed powerfully inside Alaina's throat.

"Good girl," Natalie murmured. "Look at that. You took it all."

Alaina flushed hard. She shuddered and pulled back, feeling the mass inside her throat sliding as she did, an incredible sensation. It pulled out and passed her lips, then popped free, glistening with saliva. She gasped in a breath, but was already rubbing her cheek against it, hungry for more. She placed her hand on the base of Natalie's shaft and felt it pulse and throb. Felt the raw power in her cock.

She turned and nuzzled the shaft from the other side. Saliva smeared across her face, but she was beyond caring.

"You taste so good," she moaned. "I—I need it inside me."

Before she'd even finished speaking those shameful words, she was shakily pulling herself to her feet and slipping her panties down to her ankles.