Chapter 200

Malice’s eyes widened at the pivot in tone, at Natalie saying something so crude in such a soft voice. And also at the predatory grin that spread across her lips. She let out a groan as Natalie worked more kisses down her neck, far less chaste than before. More eager. Passionate.

With a deft motion, she unclasped the Hellhound’s armored bra, peeling it off and revealing her breasts to Natalie’s gaze. Two dark nipples sat atop her dark gray tits—firm, soft tits that filled Natalie’s hands as she cupped them. Malice sucked in a breath as Natalie squeezed, then began to work her fingers around the woman’s nipples, tweaking and teasing.

Natalie’s lips and tongue replaced her fingers shortly, and Malice’s hands went, seemingly by instinct, up to grab the back of Natalie’s head and press her face in. The guard-break effect stopped her from resisting, but it far from prevented her from enjoying herself or responding positively. Natalie had learned that herself when her hips had refused to stop thrusting up into Malice’s breasts.

For a while, she played with the wolfgirl, who had turned malleable with a speed that surprised even Natalie. Sighing with content, Natalie pulled away, leaving a glistening nipple behind. She grinned down at Malice, who stared back up at her with wide eyes, panting.

“You know, Malice,” Natalie murmured. “When all a girl talks about is wanting to make someone submit, I can’t help but think she’s projecting.” She leaned forward, getting her lips close to the Hellhound’s ear. “That maybe she’s the one who wants to be put into her place.”

“You would think that, wouldn’t you?” Malice accused. But the trembling in her voice, and the blush on her cheeks, gave away the act.

“No point in guessing,” Natalie said. “We can find out together.”

She slid her hands down onto either of the wolf-girl’s thighs, then tugged her legs apart. Her fingers toyed at the leather strap keeping her bikini armor on. “But promise me something?”

“W-What?”

“Don’t give in too fast,” Natalie said, throwing her opponent’s words back at her. “It’s more fun that way.”

Pulling the Hellhound’s lower armor off, Natalie exposed the woman’s pussy to the air—and to her gaze. The monster girl was already wet, and Natalie wasted no time in sliding a finger up along her slit. Malice let out a groan, hips twitching in response to the stimulation she’d been waiting so long for.

“This wet for me, already?” Natalie murmured, showing her finger off for Malice. She waggled it disapprovingly. “All you’ve done is play with my cock, so far. That worked you up this much?”

Malice flushed. She opened her mouth to reply, but cut off with another groan as Natalie wasted no time: she slid the finger inside the wolfgirl. She pumped it slowly in and out, then added another finger, curling them into the Hellhound’s tight pussy.

“You’re pretty sensitive, aren’t you?” Natalie asked, leaning down to kiss Malice’s neck again, sucking gently at her skin. “I don’t think it’s gonna take long to take you apart. I can tell. You’ll come fast for me, like a good girl.”

Again, the Hellhound tried to respond, but was interrupted as Natalie continued to finger her. She let out a soft whine as Natalie worked her fingers deeper in, exploring the monster girl’s inner walls. Her thumb found Malice’s clit and began to toy with it, rubbing in circles.

“F-Fuck,” Malice gasped. Her hips twitched up into Natalie’s fingers. Her hand instinctively clutched at her breast. “How—how are you so good at this, human?” She glared at Natalie, as if upset by the fact.

“You like it?”

“Of course I don’t like—” Malice started, lying through her teeth, but she couldn’t even finish—she cut off with another groan as Natalie pressed down harder, grinding her thumb into the woman’s clit. Her hips twitched again, and she let out a soft whimper, eyes fluttering as Natalie toyed with her.

“What was that?” Natalie asked.

Malice just lay there and squirmed.

“So if I win, what actually happens?” Natalie asked. “I’m curious.”

“You won’t win.”

“But if I do?”