Dungeons and Dalliances: A Futa LitRPG
Copyright© 2023 by winterwhereof
Chapter 320
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 320 - Natalie leaves for Tenet Delving Academy with an unexpected surprise between her legs. Rather than being granted a conventional class, she's received something much stranger. Dealing with the politics, danger, and curriculum of a delving academy would have been hard enough without perverted abilities and a need to collect a harem of beautiful women, but she'll learn to play the hand she's been dealt. Possibly with great success.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian Hermaphrodite Fiction Futanari GameLit High Fantasy Humor Group Sex Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Safe Sex Sex Toys Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Size
Vanetta’s breath quickened as she squirmed on Natalie’s lap.
“A ... thighjob? I don’t know. Isn’t that a bit much?”
“My cock is literally already between your thighs.”
“That’s different. It was just a reference for the drawing.”
“And moving would change things that much?” Natalie asked dryly. It was obvious Vanetta was protesting simply for the sake of not seeming too eager, so Natalie stopped herself from rolling her eyes. “C’mon. You have any idea what sitting here and not being allowed to thrust into you was like? I’ve been a good girl. I deserve a reward.”
“A good girl. That’s what you’d call yourself?”
“Totally. And good girls deserve thighjobs. Oh, also—taking off all your clothes actually is on the menu, so I’ll take that now.”
Vanetta’s face reddened, and Natalie grinned at her through the mirror. Reluctantly, Vanetta made to stand, and Natalie let her go.
“Go nice and slow,” Natalie said, leaning back on her elbows. “Is a strip-tease on the table? Or do I have to pay extra?”
“Ugh. Stop mentioning the whole payment stuff. It’s weird.”
“Oh? Should I pretend you’re doing this just because you like showing off, then?”
Vanetta hesitated, then glared. “I’m not dancing. I don’t even know how.”
“Hm. Can I undress you, then? I’ll take that as a compromise.”
Surprisingly, after a delay, Vanetta grumbled, “That’s ... fine. I guess.”
“Really?” Before she could change her mind, Natalie had stood and stalked toward the girl, who took several instinctive steps back, pressing her back into the wall as Natalie towered over her. “No take backs, now.”
Vanetta met her gaze evenly, but her red face gave away her fraying composure. “Just—hurry up. Get it over with.”
“Get it over with?” Natalie sighed. “You’re being a bad host again. You’re supposed to make me think you want this.” Laughing, Natalie gripped the bottom hem of Vanetta’s loose, see-through dress. “With hospitality this poor, I think I deserve a discount. Or maybe—bonus service?”
“Do you ever stop talking?”
“Only when my mouth is full.” She waggled her eyebrows. “We could fix that, if you want.”
“P-Pervert.”
“You’ve really been using that word a lot,” Natalie mused.
Vanetta was cut off from a retort by Natalie pulling her dress up and over her head. She helped wiggle out, and Natalie spared no time in unhooking the back of her bra next. Gently lowering it, she luxuriated in revealing her inch by inch, pausing briefly to let the edge slip over her nipples and reveal those cute pink nubs. Her thumb deliberately brushed against one as she finished taking the garment off. Last came her panties. She dropped onto her knees and made a show of worshiping the process, taking long enough that Vanetta squirmed in place, and when the fabric finally revealed her lower half, slipping onto her thighs, Vanetta couldn’t stop herself from protesting:
“Seriously. Stop making such a—big deal out of it.”
Natalie obeyed, dropping the flimsy fabric down to her ankles and letting Vanetta step out of them. Standing back up, Natalie took a step forward, letting her cock slide up Vanetta’s stomach as the distance between them closed. Vanetta’s breath quickened, her eyes widening and her faux-protests drying up at the proximity. Natalie’s cock twitched once against the girl’s naked stomach, and the vulnerable look on Vanetta’s face was—seriously intoxicating.
“So. About that thighjob,” Natalie murmured, bringing her lips close to Vanetta’s. As she spoke, she felt puffs of hot air hit her face. “You’ll make an exception for your special client? Just this once?”
Vanetta swallowed. “I thought—you said you wanted another drawing.”
“I can’t have both?”
“Well...”
“Or are you trying to distract me?” Natalie teased. She pulled her hips back, dragging the tip of her cock down Vanetta’s stomach with the movement, before it nestled into the space between her pussy and thighs. Wiggling it around, Vanetta sucked a breath of air in. Aiming it deliberately down, but keeping her shaft firmly pressing into Vanetta’s pussy, she pushed. Considering her partner’s excitement, lubrication was no problem—with some wiggling, she slowly slid in. Vanetta closed her eyes and shivered, her own hips pushing forward to help.