Dungeons and Dalliances

Natalie tongue-fucked the wolfgirl eagerly, nose rubbing against her clit as she dug in. As the breathing of the wolfgirl beneath her grew shallower and shallower, little groans escaping her throat, Natalie didn't let up as she usually might—instead driving her into a fever pitch as quickly as she could. In less than a minute, Malice's hips were rolling around, up and off the bed, pressing in against Natalie's face, the thighs squeezing around her head declaring her satisfaction. Her tongue slipped back out to lap at her clit, more intently now, not letting up, fingers digging into Malice's thighs to hold her steady as she licked and sucked on the little bud.

Right as Malice was starting to shake, starting to moan louder and louder and make her impending climax obvious, Jordan interrupted.

"Ah ah," Jordan chided, shifting out from underneath Malice to sit on her stomach, and pull up Natalie's head. "Not so fast, puppy."

Malice whined a complaint, but Natalie didn't hear it, distracted by Jordan leaning down to kiss her. Natalie shivered as her best friend's tongue slipped into her mouth, tasting Malice by proxy. Her cock throbbed painfully, neglected and aching for attention, the experience of her best friend, the girl she was in love with, tasting another woman straight from her own mouth more overwhelming than she'd thought it would be.

"Mm," Jordan murmured, pulling back. "She does taste good."

Her eyes flicked over her shoulder to Malice as she sat back up, then back to Natalie.

"Mind if I put her mouth to work?" Jordan asked. "You two are having all the fun."

Natalie's heart jumped at the request. A bit breathlessly, she said, "She won't be able to whine as much, that way."

"True," Jordan laughed.

And, given implicit permission, Natalie's best friend shuffled up along Malice's body, going from sitting on the wolfgirl's stomach to having her knees on either side of Malice's head—and her pussy hovering above Malice's face. She lowered herself, and the wolfgirl eagerly grabbed her hips, pulling her onto her face with no hesitation. Jordan's groan of pleasure sent a shock through Natalie.

"A-Ah," Jordan said as Malice got straight to pleasuring her. "That's—that's a good puppy. You're … pretty good at this, aren't you?" Her attention flicked to Natalie, breathing hard. "You can get back to it, too. Good puppies deserve to be rewarded."

Natalie did just that, but was only half able to stay focused when Jordan was on display in front of her, sitting on Malice's face. Between that and how Malice's thighs kept squeezing Natalie's head in response, Natalie was starting to worry whether she had to worry about lasting much longer, despite the lack of contact of her own. Her cock was so sensitive that just brushing against the sheets had her twitching, hips involuntarily grinding against the bed in minute movements. She had to purposefully still herself, else she might finish herself off then and there. Which would be a rather embarrassing and disappointing climax.

Fortunately, she could tell Malice was close. The short break hadn't helped her much. The little huffs and whines were growing louder, body shivering as Natalie's tongue relentlessly took care of her. She seemed to be taking out some of that pent-up frustration on the woman sitting on her face, because Jordan was also moaning in no time, trying and failing to bite back growing sounds of pleasure. Her eyes were locked on Natalie throughout—obviously getting off as much by the sensation of Malice's tongue as how they were sharing a partner.

"Fuck," Jordan gasped. "Yeah, just like that." She rubbed her own clit as she ground down into Malice's face, hips sliding back and forth in a display that had Natalie going dizzy. "Don't cum yet, puppy," she said through heavy breaths. "If you do, I'll be mad. Let me catch up. We can go together."

For whatever reason, Natalie took that as a challenge. She attacked Malice with sudden intensity, giving it her best effort—simply to spite Jordan. And, of course, wanting to make Malice moan and squirm, but mostly that first part.

Sure enough, it wasn't difficult to have the wolfgirl whimpering within moments, a warning noise that sent a shiver through Natalie's system. A second later, Malice was shaking and bucking her hips up against Natalie's face, groaning long and loud into Jordan's pussy as she fell apart. Natalie lapped up her reward, trying to keep herself steady as she was squeezed in by a strong set of thighs and thrashing hips. Jordan wasn't in a much better state, having to grab the headboard as she practically humped onto Malice's face—but clearly she hadn't quite reached her peak.

Expended, Malice slumped down. Natalie propped herself up onto her elbows and looked at Jordan, who was recovering from her own near-climax, catching her breath. She eyed Natalie with annoyance.

"You did that on purpose," Jordan accused.

Natalie couldn't help the smirk. "I would never," she said. "Were you getting close? I guess I could help finish you off, if you need it."

Jordan's cheeks puffed out. She glanced down at Malice, who was temporarily spent, seeming a little dizzy from the climax Natalie had coaxed out.

"Seeing how you broke my toy, fine. But don't think I don't see through your schemes."

"Schemes? That doesn't sound like me."

Jordan rolled her eyes, then shuffled down Malice and laid on her, so that the two girls were stacked, pussies lined up. Natalie obeyed the implied command: she grabbed Jordan's thighs and got to work a second time.

Malice had nearly done the job herself. Jordan's pussy was hot and needy, the girl already shivering as soon as Natalie's tongue made contact. Her hips were bucking up and down in moments, and Natalie held her steady, diving in without any preamble. Her tongue played into Jordan's clit as she slid two fingers into her, and she was rewarded with a very satisfying moan from her best friend.

"Y-Yeah, that's it," Jordan groaned. "Do a good job, and you're next. Promise. Just—ah, get me there, yeah, there you go."

Natalie hardly needed any encouragement; having her best friend quivering would always be enough reward on its own. But there was no denying how desperately her cock ached for attention, so the promise acted as double motivation. Jordan fell apart under the assault, shuddering and bucking until finally she hit her peak, whining long and loud as she did. Natalie grabbed her thighs tight, keeping them steady as she savored her reward—flavor spilling onto her tongue as she made out with Jordan's pussy and brought her to climax right on top of the previous girl she'd done the same for.

Her cock ached as she watched her best friend tremble, coming down from her peak, doing her absolute best to keep herself from climbing up and impaling Jordan right then and there. She very much wanted to do so, but refrained—though Jordan probably wouldn't have minded much, in the throes of pleasure.

Jordan didn't take long to recover, though she seemed a little shaky-limbed as she rolled off Malice and straightened into a sitting position.

She patted Malice's stomach.

"Alright, puppy," she said. "A promise is a promise. It's time to repay the favor." She snorted. "Worried we'll waste a load if we don't," she added dryly, eying Natalie's cock. "It's leaking an awful lot. Wonder how long she'll last, at this point?"

"One way to find out," Malice murmured, also having sat up with a predatory look in her eyes.

Finally, it seemed, Natalie would be getting her own relief.