Chapter 198

Leaning on one elbow, Natalie stared down her body as her opponent squished her cock in between plush breasts. Being tit-fucked by a strange, beautiful woman normally wasn’t a fate Natalie would try to escape from, but somewhere in the back of her lust-addled mind—lust-addled both supernaturally speaking and, of course, the mundane sort of distraction too—she knew she couldn’t afford to give in to her pleasure. That she had to resist. This fight ended when one of them submitted.

What ‘submitting’ meant long term, Natalie didn’t know, but surely nothing good for her. This was still a dungeon boss. An enemy. She had to come out the victor.

That said, being milked by big, soft tits squeezed in tight by the Hellhound’s bra armor was admittedly hard to resist. For being new to this kind of ‘fighting’, the Hellhound was showing herself to be a skilled opponent—in both phases.

Her opponent grinned at Natalie as she worked her tits up and down, massaging Natalie’s cock inside them. She rubbed Natalie’s cock between her breasts, from side to side, pushing hard on either side to provide a soft, agonizingly amazing pressure, then sliding down and pulling back up, Natalie’s cockhead popping through the top. Over and over, her soft breasts worked away to make Natalie’s head fuzzy with pleasure.

“Already making such lewd faces,” the Hellhound chided, sounding pleased with herself. “Do you really like these things that much? Your pathetic human cock being serviced by my tits? I told you to give me a good fight. You aren’t thinking of finishing already, are you? Spraying your gross cock juice all over me?” She tutted. “My mate has to have at least an ounce of dignity. I’d never accept someone who came apart so fast. Hold out longer, won’t you?”

Natalie groaned in response, unable to form a proper reply. The Hellhound snorted, her words obviously meant to taunt and tease, then leaned down further, pressing her lips to the top of Natalie’s cock head. She kept them there for a second, smirking up at Natalie as she teased Natalie’s entry into her mouth. A tongue flicked out to lick at her hole, cleaning the precum gathered there.

“I’ve never done this before,” she murmured, her lips tickling Natalie’s sensitive tip with every word. She kissed once, wrapping her lips around Natalie in a way that nearly forced her hips to buck upward. She couldn’t resist, it seemed, but she could certainly still move to join in. “But I’m sure it won’t be too difficult.”

With that, she slid her mouth down over Natalie’s cock head, engulfing it in wet warmth. She swirled her tongue around, then sucked gently, drawing another groan from Natalie—and more pre-cum from her cock. The Hellhound pulled off with an audible pop, smiling wide as she licked her lips. With her hands on both sides of her breasts, she kept working them up and down Natalie’s length as she spoke.

“Delicious,” she purred. “I could get used to having you as my mate. You would like it, too. Wouldn’t you? Subservient under me, my breeding thing for the rest of your life? I’d take such great care of you. I’d milk this big, fat cock of yours every night.”

Natalie flushed at the words, the images they brought to mind. She tried to shake her head to clear it, but found herself unable to do anything but stare down at the Hellhound as she continued to massage Natalie’s cock.

Would that be all that terrible of a fate?

Why was Natalie resisting, again?

The Hellhound laughed, then dipped back down to suck at Natalie with even more gusto. The combined assault of her tits and soft lips was almost too much. Natalie felt her pleasure building rapidly. She clenched her teeth, trying to fight the sensations off, but it only drew another laugh from the Hellhound, who worked faster—happy that Natalie was giving it her best not to give in.