Chapter 152

Natalie’s head spun at how quickly this was advancing, but Ana had a point—they were literally on a timer.

A timer. That measured how many times Natalie came to climax. And unlocked stronger rewards the more she did?

What an absurd challenge. Maybe even something as straightforward as the blowjob room was preferable.

As for Ana’s implications: that she would be claiming Natalie however she wanted. She didn’t know how to feel about that. A part of her had been clinging to the excuse that she was working her way through the dungeon, doing what it told her. Now, though, it just said she had to cum. They could definitely arrange that without Ana fucking her. Without Ana doing anything. Nothing said masturbation was off the table. Natalie could take care of herself.

But Ana didn’t seem to care about that possibility. Natalie was forced to confront the fact that the stoic mage really did just want to fuck her. That all her lewd words and her domineering attitude hadn’t been for show.

And Natalie was going to let her. Because she wanted it too. She wanted to be fucked by her own cock. She was going to lose her cock-virginity to herself—and Ana at the same time. The idea made her dizzy.

“You’re so red,” Ana said, cupping her cheek, which Natalie couldn’t help but crane into. “It’s cute. I can’t wait to see how you react when I stuff you. When I’m so deep inside you, I’m kissing your womb. I bet you’ll really be blushing, then.”

Natalie shivered at the mental image, then shivered again as Ana leaned up and placed a hand against her pubic region. She examined the designs of the glowing symbol there, tracing lines with a finger.

“I wonder how much you can take?” Ana mused. “Before you break. You’re so pent-up, it’s adorable. You need this. Badly. How quickly can I turn you into a whimpering mess?”

Ana gripped her cock, then slapped it against Natalie’s pussy. She wiggled her hips, grinding her member side to side, then up and down, and the contact made Natalie’s toes curl. It felt good. Way too good. Even just having her lips spread apart as Ana’s cock rubbed between them nearly drove her insane.

‘Pent up’. Yeah, that was an understatement.

“You’re soaking already. You’re that eager for my cock?” Ana pressed harder, digging her shaft deeper between her lips, and Natalie gasped, her back involuntarily arching. “Or is it because it’s your cock?” Ana murmured. “Are you this much of a slut for yourself?”

Natalie’s face burned. She wanted to deny it, but the only thing that escaped her mouth was breathless panting as Ana continued to grind against her.

“That’s right,” Ana said. “I’ve got your own cock pressed against you. Soon, I’ll shove it inside. Isn’t that so dirty? Naughty? Degenerate?” She smirked down at Natalie. “What if Jordan saw you? Sofia? Elizabeth? What if they saw how desperately you’re squirming, your body begging to take your own cock? How do you think they’d react?”

Ana pulled her hips back and pressed the tip of her member against Natalie’s opening. She didn’t push, just left it resting there, pulsing heat into her. Leaking precum.

Natalie stared down her body. Ana’s cock looked even bigger from this perspective, the image cradled between her breasts—Ana’s breasts—and poised at her pussy, about to enter. Could she even handle something that huge? It didn’t look like it would fit.

And why did cock look so good on a girl? Ana’s meaty length, resting just a few inches from her pussy, situated so perfectly between thick, curvy thighs, was a sight that made Natalie’s body heat up in ways she’d never expected.

Girl cock was just so ... amazing.

“H-Hurry up, already,” Natalie mumbled. “We’re on a timer, aren’t we?”

“Is that it?” Ana said, sounding amused. “We’re on a timer? Natalie, we both know you’re just impatient. You want your cock. Admit it.”

Natalie squirmed under the accusation. It wasn’t like it was the first time she’d heard it, but with Ana so close to thrusting inside, the taunting was hitting her harder than before.

“And there’s not that much of a rush,” Ana continued. “Because with you like this, six times will be easy.” Ana shifted her cock around, digging the tip of it into Natalie’s lower lips. She pushed a half-inch forward, the thick member slowly sinking inside, stretching Natalie but not enough to penetrate her. “But if you want me to hurry, I can. You’ll just have to beg.”

“Beg?” Natalie asked dizzily, unable to tear her eyes away from Ana’s cock, so close to sliding in. Why hadn’t she shoved inside her yet? What was taking so long?

“Beg,” Ana repeated. “If you want my cock that bad, then you’ll have to beg me for it. Or I’ll sit like this until you do.” She wiggled her hips, squirming her cocktip around Natalie’s pussy lips.

She couldn’t be serious. Wasn’t this situation mortifying enough? Ana knew how embarrassed she was by it all—she had forcibly extracted those admissions.

She could feel the heat of her own cock pressing against her pussy, and Ana was about to claim her—to take her cock virginity, despite that the challenge didn’t even require it.

And she had to beg for it?

“Well?” Ana asked.

Natalie hesitated, but Ana made no move to penetrate her. Just kept her hips hovering, her cock poised to slam in and claim her pussy.

She ... needed it.

“Please,” Natalie mumbled.

“What was that?”

“Put it in.”

“Put what in?”

“My ... cock.”

“Where should I put it?”

“Ana. Please.”

“Say it.”

“Please,” Natalie said, face burning. “Put my cock inside my pussy.” Her breathing came in loud pants. “I need it.” Her hips squirmed side to side, helping Ana rub against her. “I need you to fuck my pussy.”

Ana’s lips curled up.

“Since you asked so nicely.”

She pulled her hips back, then slapped forward, sliding her shaft deep in one smooth, hard motion. Her cock parted Natalie’s lips, spreading them open as it stretched her unbelievably wide. Ana’s hips slapped all the way down into her own—claiming Natalie. Her back arched as white-hot pleasure flashed through her, completely erasing her thoughts.

Ana was inside her.

Her own cock was inside her.

The realization, combined with the overwhelming feeling of Ana spreading her apart, was a potent cocktail. Natalie felt like she was drowning.

“Look at that,” Ana breathed, staring down at where their lower halves were joined. “You took it so well. Or maybe I did? It’s my pussy, after all. My body.” She chuckled softly. “Maybe I’m the one made for taking big, fat girl dick.” Ana leaned forward and kissed Natalie’s neck. She pulled back an inch, then slid back in, kissing Natalie’s cervix for a second time, gently, but still sending sparks of electricity up her spine. “Now, I’m going to fuck you until you break. Are you ready for that, Natalie?”

In one quick motion, she withdrew her cock, then slammed back down, driving her cock deep in a single hard motion. Then again, and again, quickly establishing a steady rhythm.

Natalie’s mind went white, and lewd moans escaped her, noises she couldn’t stop if she tried. Ana fucked her as she had promised: hard and mercilessly. Not working into it, but claiming Natalie, her thrusts quick and brutal. Pleasure wracked Natalie at the long-awaited relief, the intense stimulation, and it left her dazed, breathless, a moaning mess as soon as it started.

Ana grunted as she worked her cock in and out of Natalie with loud slaps of flesh. Natalie could only cling to her and cry out, overwhelmed as Ana’s lower half worked like a piston, each stroke kissing her cocktip to Natalie’s womb. It was unbelievable how amazing it was. Unfairly so. Turning Natalie’s brain to mush.

“Fuck,” Ana gasped. “This feels so good. Your pussy is gripping my cock so tightly.” She panted as she went faster and faster, burying her forehead into Natalie’s neck. “And my pussy feels so good. Fuck, I’m so tight.” She leaned back up, then gripped Natalie’s hips and hiked them up. The new position allowed her to drive her cock even deeper, and her thrusts became faster, harder, rougher.

“Do you like your cock?” Ana asked, holding scalding eye contact with Natalie—something Natalie could barely return, since it felt like her brain was being stirred around with each thrust of Ana’s cock. “Do you like it splitting you open? Stretching your pussy wide? I know I do. Fuck, I love it. Your pussy is perfect. My pussy is perfect. When we swap back, do you want to try it out? See how good it feels wrapped around your cock? Because I’ll let you, you know. Fair is fair.”

How could she so shamelessly taunt Natalie about this mortifying body swap? Sound so genuinely excited by it?

And how did she know it would drive Natalie so crazy? Was she that easy to read?

Ana laughed as she saw how quickly Natalie was falling apart. “You really are a slut for your own cock. You like it that much? You’re close, aren’t you?”

Natalie shook her head weakly, but the denial was half-hearted, instinctual—trying to save her dignity. But the taunting words weren’t helping the heat building in her core. Her head was a mess.