Dungeons and Dalliances (Futa LitRPG)

3.29 - ❤ Stress Relief

"Wait, what?" Natalie said. "Really? Is that a joke?"

"Did it sound like a joke?" Jordan asked, having returned to her kneeling position between Natalie's legs.

Amused green eyes looked up at her. A hand snaked into her strained panties, gripping a long, thick shaft of girl dick. She squeezed, and Natalie's cock twitched in response, basking in the sensation of her best friend's hand.

"I've been wondering what it tastes like. And jerking you off is a lot of fun, but I think I can make you squirm even more with my mouth." Jordan tutted. "You brought this onto yourself with all that brooding."

Inside Natalie's panties, Jordan stroked up and down. Natalie shivered, leaning back and stifling a moan. The sound barrier illusion she'd thrown up muffled noises, but didn't negate them. She should still try to be quiet. However much Jordan was trying her hardest to milk louder noises out.

But more importantly—"Are you sure?"

Jordan replied by kissing the tip of Natalie's panties, where her precum had stained the fabric. She leaned into it, wrapping her lips around, and Natalie marveled at the sight as much as the sensation. Fuck, Jordan looked good on her knees, and even better with her lips against her cock—even if it was only through her panties.

"Does that answer?" Jordan asked.

"If you're sure," Natalie repeated. Like always, Jordan mattered most.

Jordan smirked, then tugged Natalie's panties to the side, freeing her eight-inch monster.

"I keep forgetting how much bigger it is," Jordan said admiringly. "Why do you have the most amazing cock in the world, Nat? It's not fair."

"Stop saying things like that."

"Stop blushing, and I will."

Jordan shuffled forward, getting her face closer to Natalie's cock. Hot air tickled against her shaft and tip, and Jordan's lips parted as she gazed admiringly at the tool she'd be servicing. Natalie herself seemed to go forgotten. She couldn't say she was upset at that.

"After so many hours in the dungeon," Jordan said, "it smells all sweaty and gross." She leaned closer and breathed deeply, shivering as she did. Her mouth fell open, and she started panting. Her eyes finally flicked up. "I can't wait to taste you, Nat." She leaned forward, the hot air only tickling her tip, now, as her lips closed in—then hovered a half-inch away. "Ready?"

Natalie nodded, lost for words.

Jordan pressed her lips onto Natalie's cock. Softness caressed her sensitive tip, and Jordan wiggled her head side to side, coating her lips with Natalie's precum. Then she took Natalie in her mouth.

Natalie reached out and dug her fingers into Jordan's silky black hair. A day spent vigorously training had left it messy-looking, but she was as gorgeous as always.

Something else started to take her over, as it always did when things got going.

"You belong there," Natalie murmured. "On your knees, with my cock in your mouth. Does it taste as good as you hoped?"

With a gentle urge, she had Jordan take another inch. A slippery tongue teased the underside of her shaft, and husky green eyes gazed up, meeting Natalie's own. Like usual—or even more than usual, considering what Jordan was doing—this event frayed her better senses. The sight of Jordan's lips wrapping her cock was overwhelming, making her entire body heat up, her heart pound in her ears.

"You're a hungry little cockslut, aren't you?" Natalie said, transfixed both at the sensation of heat and wetness wrapping her, and the look in Jordan's eyes. The way the demeaning words turned them even darker. "I can tell. Maybe I should stop asking if you're okay with all this. Clearly you are. Clearly you're addicted to my cock."