Chapter 238

Natalie looked down at the girl she was seated on. That calm expression of impassiveness, the bored eyes gazing up at her—it got under her skin in a strangely enticing way. She grabbed Ana’s wrists, pinning them above her head against the bed. Ana didn’t resist. Nor, indeed, did she react at all. Just watched calmly.

“You think you’re so unshakable, don’t you?” Natalie growled, grinding her hips forward. Her cock throbbed, begging for friction, now fully swelled out inside her skirt. Her heart beat faster by the second—weirdly turned on by Ana’s impassiveness. “I’ll prove it to you. I’ll make you into my cocksleeve.”

“Will you?”

Natalie leaned closer, their noses almost touching. She could feel Ana’s shallow breaths against her lips. “I’m gonna use you like the little slut you are,” she murmured. “Have you take my dick until you’re a whimpering mess. You understand that?”

She punctuated the threat by lifting herself up, scrunching Ana’s skirt up to waist, then wiggling her cocktip—still crammed in her own panties—against Ana’s clothed slit. Cloth rubbed against cloth, Ana’s pussy parting just slightly as Natalie’s cock pushed against her through the layers of clothing.

Still, the mage didn’t react beyond a slight tensing of her body.

“You’re wet,” Natalie said. “So you’re already lying about how unaffected you are.”

“A biological reaction,” Ana said. “Is that the best you can get from me? Is that victory?”

Natalie’s eyes narrowed. The instigating words made her act without thinking; she grabbed Ana’s blouse and tore it open. Buttons scattered, clattering against the wooden floor, and Ana’s breasts spilled free, nipples hardening in the open air. Embarrassingly, she shocked herself with the action more than she did Ana. Something had possessed her. Ana’s calm, taunting words. Or maybe her need to prove herself?

The mage looked down at her exposed chest, then back at Natalie. “You realize we’re on a quest? I only packed so many blouses.”

Natalie regained her composure. She tried to press the advantage, but Ana’s repeated lack of reaction made her follow-up words not hit nearly as hard as she would have hoped. “You look good like this. Ripped clothing. About to be fucked.” She tweaked at a nipple, then leaned forward and murmured into her ear, “Like a back-alley whore.”

Even that got no reaction. Would anything? What was this girl made out of?

“I’m going to break you,” she promised in a low tone. “By the time I’m done, you’ll be begging for my cock.”

“As you keep telling me,” Ana replied.

Natalie kissed her. Ana reciprocated immediately. She explored the girl’s mouth, their tongues sliding against each other’s. Ana’s quickened breath hit her in the face when she withdrew. Encouraged, Natalie ground her hips harder, dragging her strained erection against Ana’s clothed slit, before diving back down. She broke the kiss again, leaving a strand of saliva connecting their lips. Ana panted up at her.

“Starting to feel it?” Natalie asked.

Despite her reddening cheeks, Ana just shrugged. “A physical reaction, as I said. I never denied having those.” She ran her eyes up and down Natalie. “Simply that you wouldn’t be able to break me like I did you.”

Natalie was nearly certain Ana was taunting her because it was visibly riling her up. That she knew Natalie wanted the challenge—and therefore, the bored dismissals enticed her in some strange way.

She nipped at Ana’s neck, sucking a mark into the tender flesh. “Yeah, yeah. A physical reaction. Keep telling yourself that, slut.”

She rocked her cock against Ana’s pussy through their clothing, across the damp spot on Ana’s panties. The mage’s breathing hitched with each stroke, her chest rising and falling more noticeably by the second. But her voice remained level when she spoke.

“Crass words won’t make me start begging. I think you’re mistaking me with you.” Ana nodded. “But please, continue. I suppose they are doing something for me.”

Natalie took a stiff nipple into her mouth, twirling her tongue around. Ana sucked in a soft breath, her back arching involuntarily at the sensation of being played with. Natalie grinned around the nub, lashing it with her tongue, eliciting another soft gasp. She attacked Ana’s other breast with equal fervor, nipping at the tender bud with her teeth. Despite her breathing growing labored, her face remained impassive. Undeterred, Natalie released Ana’s wrists, hooked her fingers around the girl’s panties, and pulled. Her neatly-shaven pussy was already more than a little wet. Natalie slid two fingers between those silken folds, stroking along Ana’s slit. The mage tensed beneath her, jaw clenching as pleasure arced through her, but she repressed any noises.

Natalie smirked at the small victory. Repressed noises. Ana wasn’t totally unfazed; she was trying to seem unaffected. Probably for Natalie’s own benefit.

She leaned down, tonguing one of Ana’s breasts while she worked her fingers in a tight circle over the mage’s clit. Ana shuddered, a whimper catching in her throat as Natalie worked her skilled fingers and tongue. Still, she didn’t cry out. ‘Just a biological reaction,’ Natalie knew she would have said, if she tried to call her out on it.

She toyed with the girl that way for some time, then grew impatient. She leaned up and slid her own panties off, freeing her straining cock. It stood in the air, flushed and aching, pre-cum beading at the tip. Ana’s eyes locked to it. Natalie stroked herself lazily, taking some small form of relief, her own urges having started to ache. And also—showing her weapon off for an enraptured Ana’s sake.

Then she pressed the head of her cock against Ana’s entrance. The mage tensed.

“When we started, you told me you wouldn’t fake it,” Natalie murmured, amused. “But you’re just faking it in the opposite way.” She rubbed herself into Ana, spreading her soft lower lips. Ana’s hips lifted just the slightest amount, digging Natalie in deeper, betraying the act she was putting on. “You’re pretending you aren’t having fun.”

“Am I? An interesting theory,” Ana said. “Let’s assume it’s true. If that were the case, then you’re nonetheless not skilled enough to break the act. So that would be a failure of a different kind. Certainly not victory.”

Natalie narrowed her eyes. She was right, of course, as Ana tended to be. And such a dry, straight-faced insult. ‘Not good enough to break the act.’ Natalie couldn’t help but be amused at how rude it was, whether Ana was putting on an act or not.

Of course Ana wasn’t going to be like any other blushing conquest. Especially when their first encounter had literally been Ana using Natalie’s own body to fuck her nearly mindless. This might not have been how she’d expected their dynamic to turn out, but she couldn’t say she was shocked, either. Ana enjoyed taking control, and this was a way that they both could, in different ways. Turning it into some kind of competition, almost.

And Ana was strangely good at reading people sometimes—at least in sex—because the challenging, yet also bored tone she was taking was really doing something for Natalie.

She gripped her shaft and slapped her cock down onto Ana’s pussy. Her heart slammed in her throat, the anticipation building—having to force herself to moderate her actions, to not claim what she wanted right away. She had to break Ana’s placid mask before this was over. Her dignity demanded it.

Slowly pulling her hips back and forth as she slid her length along Ana’s pussy, the dark-haired mage watched, seemingly unable to tear her eyes away. Even if Ana could excuse her reactions as ‘biological’, Natalie took satisfaction in how her pupils dilated as she prepared herself.

“Ready?” Natalie murmured, pulling back to line herself up. Her cocktip kissed between Ana’s lips, and a small wiggle buried herself just the smallest bit in—starting to stretch the girl around her.

“For what?” Ana replied. “Is something important happening?”