Dungeons and Dalliances

7.34 – ❤ First Stake II

Natalie watched the dark-haired rogue lower herself slowly to the ground, sitting on her knees between Natalie's spread legs. Those light gray eyes—dust-speckled with blue—flickered between the exposed ten thick inches, and Natalie's face. With a few lingering glances on the rest of her naked body.

But mostly—her eyes were for what she'd shortly be servicing.

"Why is it so big?" she whispered.

Natalie repressed a smirk. She tried not to have an ego about such things, but breathless questions like that didn't help matters.

"It's not that big."

Vanetta gave her an incredulous look. "I'm no expert, Natalie, but yes, it is. Even I know that."

"Even you?" Natalie asked, teasingly arching an eyebrow.

Vanetta flushed. She looked down and fiddled with the pink pocket pussy in her hands, avoiding Natalie's gaze.

"Is this your first time?" Natalie asked curiously—and removing her smirk, replacing her tone with gentle earnestness.

Vanetta hesitated. Natalie thought she might refuse to answer, or give some snarky, deflecting reply. But after a second, she answered:

"… yes. It is."

Natalie didn't have to ask for clarification: whether it was her first time with a girl, or first time doing anything. It was clearly the latter. She'd already had a suspicion.

"Lucky me," Natalie said, grinning. "I love taking firsts."

Vanetta squirmed on the floor, her cheeks heating up. She glanced away. "So. What do I do?"

Natalie's smile softened. She spread her legs further, inviting the smaller woman in. "It's not hard, I promise."

"Just ... up and down. Right?"

"And maybe throw a little mouth to the mix, if you're feeling generous."

Vanetta's eyes shot open. "W-What? Mouth?"

"That's a joke." Her grin widened at the girl's dramatic response. "Unless—?"

"Shut up," she stammered. "Why would I—? That's not part of the stake."

Natalie stopped herself from laughing. She wasn't trying to be patronizing, but at the same time, she couldn't help herself from teasing.

Vanetta breathed in. She rallied herself, her gaze locked on the intimidating length in front of her, then scooted forward, closing the distance between them. She raised the pocket pussy, tentatively, lowering it until it hovered over the head.

"Just, up and down."

"Maybe twist your wrist a bit."

Vanetta's cheeks flushed as she held the pocket pussy there, neither girl speaking, just the sound of their breathing filling the arena. The toy poised above the head of Natalie's cock, but not descending. Frozen, briefly, before the moment of action.

"Need some help?"

Vanetta might be inexperienced and nervous, but like any Tenet student, she took that as a challenge. Still blushing, she narrowed her eyes, then forced herself to act. She lowered the toy, pressing the opening of its hole onto Natalie's tip, then pushed down.

The toy enveloped Natalie. She sighed, feeling the warmth and the wetness, the lube letting the hole slide easily down. She watched the pink, ribbed object stretch to accommodate her length and thickness, the material clinging to her skin. It was a surprisingly thin toy, and Natalie much, much larger than average, so it bulged out around her, stretched to the limits of its elasticity. It was also too small by length, because Natalie's cockhead popped through the top as Vanetta kept sliding until it hit her base.

Vanetta stared, transfixed, at the image. Natalie's dick throbbed, and more than the toy's clinging grip, it was Vanetta's fingers—the sensation muted through the layer of gel-like material—against her shaft that made her shiver.

"Did that … feel good?" Vanetta asked breathlessly.

"Keep going," she murmured back in response.

Vanetta slowly raised the toy, slowly, before dropping it back down. And then she repeated, and repeated. Slowly, tentatively, she went up and down. Natalie groaned as the slick material rubbed over her sensitive shaft. It wasn't just the sensation, but watching her cock, glistening with the lube, pop out the top of the toy with each stroke—and seeing Vanetta's hands, her nimble fingers clutching the pocket pussy, holding it as she moved it up and down her shaft. And best of all, the rogue's face. The pink cheeks, her rapt gaze as the girl forgot entirely about Natalie, instead focused on her cock, her task.

A second hand tentatively quested out, gripping the toy, and she pumped faster, now with a two-handed grip. Natalie moaned, hips squirming in pleasure. Vanetta's breath caught at the blatant display of Natalie's pleasure, and her fingers tightened. Her pace quickened, growing jerkier.

Natalie forcefully calmed herself. She could, she supposed, give in and end this encounter quickly. But where would be the fun in that? Yes, she would enjoy herself, and she was more than a little pent up after so much indirect foreplay via learning about the City, and then finding out she was paired with Vanetta. But at the same time, of course she would prolong her first encounter with Vanetta.

Because she had an image to worry about. She had to prove she had plenty of stamina. That she could last a while. You know. For reasons.

So she steadied her arousal as Vanetta stroked up and down, pumping the toy over her length. The rogue's fingers traced over her skin through the thin, elastic material, and Natalie shivered, but fended away the jolts of hot electricity arcing up her spine. Vanetta's eyes were wide, still staring at her dick. They flicked up briefly to meet Natalie's gaze, and Natalie smiled, half a smirk, half genuinely encouraging, which made Vanetta flush even harder.

They stayed that way in silence, for a bit, the lewd, slick noises of Vanetta pumping vigorously away, trying to bring her to climax with the toy. Natalie didn't let the sensation overwhelm her. Yes, it felt incredible, but compared to pinning Jordan down and slapping into her? Well, if she could hold off when her best friend was begging to have her womb filled, Natalie could survive a bit of bumpy gel.

"Is—is this supposed to take so long?" Vanetta finally asked.

"You're doing great," Natalie promised. She leaned back on her elbows, enjoying the image of this dark-haired rogue between her thighs, pumping away at her length, the toy bulging with each stroke. "Just, you know, it's only a toy."

"Huh?"

She shrugged. "I mean, the hot part of sex is the connection. Who's doing it, not what's happening. So this is—hardly overwhelming. Might take a bit."

"O-Oh?"

Natalie shrugged again, acting casual. "Not implying anything, of course. Just … we don't actually know each other that well. And it's you that I'm interested in, not the toy."

Vanetta's pumping slowed, her face going several shades redder. "Excuse me?"

Natalie grinned, getting to her point. "So. If you wanna, I don't know, tell me about yourself? It'd help."

"Telling you about myself … would help get you off." The words were flat, incredulous—yet her wide eyes and fast breathing gave away that Natalie's request had done something to her.

"It would, yes."

Vanetta kept eye contact for a few moments, before a tremor went through her. She breathed out slowly, then firmly brought her attention back to Natalie's cock and continued stroking.

"Well," she said quietly. "I g-guess if it'd help. I don't want to be here all day. What do you want to know?"