Dungeons and Dalliances (Futa LitRPG)

4.09 - ❤ Overconfidence

Natalie wasn't sure how she'd gotten herself into this situation, but she didn't care. Or, rather, was currently unable to care. She couldn't think abut anything besides Sofia. Always confident, always better-than-her Sofia, who stared up with vulnerable blue eyes and practically quaked where she stood.

"I've wanted this for so long," Natalie growled, yanking Sofia's pants down to her thighs, revealing her white panties. "So, so long."

"You did?" the startled response came.

"Since forever, pretty much."

Because Sofia had always had the upper-hand, and finally Natalie did. That had been something she'd been striving for since as long as she knew Sofia. And sure, this wasn't exactly how she'd imagined 'having the upper hand' to be, but Natalie also wasn't disappointed. Sofia might be better than her in the sparring ring, but here? In this arena? Natalie could dominate her rival without a problem.

"Oh," Sofia said, eyes having gone oddly wide at the words.

Natalie wasn't in the right mindset to analyze the reaction—or even notice the strange way Sofia had responded. An absolute disaster of emotions swirled around inside her. Part of her wanted to go easy on Sofia, to be caring and gentle, since Sofia had admitted this was her first time. Another part of her saw the perfect, unassailable confidence that Sofia always carried around finally broken, and she wanted to dig deeper and deeper into that vulnerability. Not with hostile intent, but instead, to more easily, and more completely, take her apart.

Because that was, at least, the one part of her desires that had no dissenting or confused voices. Every part of her wanted to take Sofia apart. To disassemble her and leave her a shaking, sweating, moaning mess.

That was hardly a first for Natalie. That type of desire. But not with Sofia—and not in this particular way. The reasons she wanted to have Sofia as pliable putty in her hands was nothing like her usual.

First, there was the obvious: Sofia had just spent several minutes insulting her, and insisting that Natalie couldn't turn her into a quivering mess. She was still confused by much of that conversation—Sofia hadn't been making sense—but she didn't care right this moment. She'd been challenged, and so naturally, Natalie wanted to prove how wrong Sofia was.

The second was getting to be in the dominant position against Sofia. Natalie enjoyed taking the lead in her encounters, but it had never been thrilling in this way. The flipping of dynamics. Sofia always came out on top, but here? Here, Natalie could excel to the point of embarrassing her partner—just like Sofia always did. Natalie wasn't just confident she was better, but Sofia was a complete beginner. It would be comically easy.

It felt like someone else controlled her body as she pinned Sofia back into the lockers. She ran her hands up and down Sofia's figure, feeling the curve of her waist, hips, and naked thighs, then further up, her stomach and finally her breasts. Underneath Sofia's shirt and bra, Natalie cupped Sofia's tits, squeezing and feeling her rival up. Her fingers brushed Sofia's nipples, and the white-haired girl shivered under the assault, her breath hitching.

"I'm almost scared I'll break you," Natalie said. Sofia's eyes were locked to Natalie's, as they had been since the start. She seemed completely enthralled. Her breaths came rapidly. "I mean, look how you're shaking. You sure you'll make it?"

The question was half teasing but also half serious. Natalie was delighting in Sofia's reactions, but at the same time, she seemed overwhelmed to put it lightly.

Sofia swallowed. Natalie almost wondered whether she'd ask Natalie to slow down. Instead, she got the typical arrogance. "You're not using your three minutes effectively, are you?"