Dungeons and Dalliances (Futa LitRPG)

4.54 - ❤ Submissive II

"It wasn't even a normal kind of confident," Natalie murmured, toying with Jordan's panties—focused more on the garment than green eyes, which had always been a little too insightful. "Half the time she was making me blush because she's clueless. The other half, because she thought it was funny. Or at least, that's what I got from it." Obviously, during the actual act itself, it had been neither: Ana had been very deliberately taking control. But that had come from a long lead-up.

"She's an odd one," Jordan agreed. "But that wasn't an answer. What has you ... what, conflicted? What did you like, that you think you shouldn't have?"

"I don't know if that's it, exactly." Natalie chewed her lip, then slipped Jordan's panties down and tossed them down to the side. She shuffled down the bed so she was lying prone, then grabbed Jordan's thighs. She planted a kiss on her pussy.

Jordan shuddered and slid a hand into Natalie's hair. "If you think giving me head will get you out of talking, it's not gonna work."

"Only if I'm not good enough at it," Natalie countered, then eagerly got to work proving that point. Jordan's back arched, and a second hand joined the first. Green eyes admired the sight down between her legs, quickly darkening with lust as her hips started to wiggle against her own intentions.

"I don't have the memory of a goldfish. I'll just ask when you're done." She gasped as Natalie hit a sensitive spot. "But just to prove a point," she struggled out, "I won't forget now, either. So answer me. What happened between you two?"

Natalie happily ate away, and Jordan apparently didn't have as much conviction as she claimed. The dark-haired girl sagged into the pillow, lower half jerking into Natalie's mouth as she pleasured her—pushing Natalie deeper in, moaning loudly as she slipped her tongue around.

"Stubborn woman," Jordan complained. "And why are you so—a-ah!—good at this? It's not fair."

Jordan basked in the sensation for a while longer, but eventually worked up her willpower: she gently pulled Natalie off her, then slipped a hand over her pussy, blocking her advances.

"If you want to fuck me, you at least have to talk while doing it."

Natalie called her bluff. She shuffled up the bed and plopped down next to her, crossing her hands behind her head and closing her eyes. "Alright. Good night, then."

She lasted a few seconds before she peeked over—and Jordan was, unsurprisingly, pouting at her. Jordan wasn't a girl who pouted often, so Natalie couldn't stop her lip from twitching, giving away her amusement.

"Fine," Natalie said, rolling her eyes—and also rolling back overtop Jordan. She gave her a quick peck on the lips. "But if I have to keep my mouth free, my second choice is gonna be even more distracting." She ground her cock into Jordan's pussy to make it clear what that second choice was.

"I'll take that risk," Jordan said—though her growing-faster breathing gave away her slipping composure. "So, come on. Tell me. What's got you like this?"

"You said it yourself. A big, mean mage bullied me around."

"And you had a lot of fun?"

"More than I should've."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"More than you should've? Why phrase it like that? Why shouldn't you have enjoyed anything?"

"Because she was in my own body? It's weird."

"So? I'd fuck me, if I could."

"Okay, narcissist."