Chapter 94

Beneath Liz, her seat buzzed to life.

Even just the pressure of the protrusion had been compromising. Now, with the magical device fulfilling its purpose in earnest, Liz’s self-control was put to the test. The vibrations coursed through her lower half and had her shaking in only moments, her nipples turning painfully hard inside her bra. No, this wasn’t going to be an easy challenge in the slightest.

“And how long am I supposed to last, again?” Liz asked, trying to make it sound like a joke, but the words caught halfway out of her throat as a shiver wracked her body.

“Not too long, right?” Natalie asked, the blush that had briefly started to fade having returned to her cheeks. “Doesn’t seem ... possible, otherwise.”

Liz’s teammate almost looked like she wanted to look away to be polite, but that was against the rules of the encounter. She had to watch. And, likely, she kept staring for another reason. She was enjoying the show—the physical proof of that was clear enough, showing through a thick bulge in her pants.

Enjoying the sight. Her, Liz, being played with. The idea thrilled through her. Natalie was having fun watching her get off, be ground and vibrated against by a strange saddle-device created by the dungeon.

An inappropriate noise escaped Liz, and she strangled it halfway through. The noise bounced off the walls, though, obscenely loud in the otherwise quiet room. Her face blazed as Natalie’s eyebrows raised, a quirk of a smile appearing.

“S-Shut up.”

If she wanted to last any real amount of time, Liz figured she should probably try and distract herself. Think about something that wasn’t painfully arousing, like Natalie and her interested blue eyes and the distinct bulge in her pants. She closed her eyes and tried to move her thoughts to safer areas.

Liz should’ve realized that wouldn’t be allowed. As if scolding her, the vibrating bump pressed into her pussy and sped up, pushing harder into her. Liz’s eyes shot back open with a gasp, her back arching at the sudden increase in intensity. The device quickly smoothed back to the slower—though still compromising—pace.

“G-Guess I’m not supposed to do that,” Liz said.

“Do what?”

“Distract myself. Tried to think of something else. But I guess I have to be ... zoned in.” She laughed, and it was more of a hiccup. The waves of pleasure coursing through her were impossible to fight off, turning her into a mess even faster than she’d expected.

“Ah,” Natalie said.

“Really don’t see how this is supposed to be possible, though,” Liz gasped. “It feels way too good. Seriously. How long?”

As if answering her question, the sound of grinding stone filled the room. Above and behind Natalie, at the top of the wall Liz was facing, some strange display appeared: ten dark orbs, with a single having turned pink.

“Is that a timer?” Liz asked. It managed briefly to distract her—but then the vibrating seat beneath her shifted a gear up. No longer stationary, it dragged back and forth, pressing and sliding into her pussy through layers of clothing. “And one of ten done? There’s no way.” Already it was becoming difficult to hold back the rising pleasure. It beckoned for her to let go, to grind with the device and indulge. She was still fighting with everything she had, but not even being allowed to distract herself? It simply wasn’t possible.

Stone ground against stone for a second time. Two pairs of eyes turned to the first pillar which held the drawings and instructions of the challenge. A slot had opened up, and in real-time, as the two girls watched, new words etched into the stone with the same ornate script as before.

Share the burden.

Sitting there, in the space created, was ... something?

Liz couldn’t tell what. Cylindrical, see-through, and kind of gooey-looking, she genuinely had no idea what the object was. Leveling an [Inspect] its way didn’t help; the object didn’t respond.

“Oh, fuck me,” Natalie muttered.

“Huh?” Liz asked. “What is it?” It sounded like Natalie had an idea, based on the exasperation in her voice. “And what does ‘share the burden’ mean?”

Maybe under normal circumstances she could put two and two together—since it seemed Natalie had—but while being assaulted by a vibrating, rubbing seat? Not so much. Her thoughts were a little hazy, right now.

And she should probably stop moving her hips. She didn’t know when she’d started doing that, but it wasn’t helping matters. With great effort, she stilled herself.

The second of the ten orbs flipped to pink, and it only emphasized how little chance Liz stood of surviving this encounter. Twenty percent done? She was at least half-way there, if not more. Her mind was already going fuzzy with arousal, and each slow stroke of the protrusion beneath her had Liz’s hips wanting more and more to start sliding back and forth, joining in the effort.

“I think it’s a toy,” Natalie said flatly, walking over and taking the object. She presented it for Liz, and the purpose became a lot more obvious from the new angle. The hollow, bumpy space in the middle of the cylindrical obvious couldn’t be interpreted in many ways, not given in the middle of this sort of encounter.

“Oh,” Liz said, her cheeks flaring somehow redder. “Like. For you to use?”

“I guess,” Natalie said.

“Why? And it helps, somehow?”

“Share the burden,” Natalie said. “Whatever that means.”

For a moment, the two of them stared at each other. Liz opened her mouth to reply, but a loud moan escaped, instead, which was pretty mortifying. She cleared her throat and tried again. “Well, go ahead,” Liz said. “I think it’s pretty obvious I need the help.”

“You don’t mind? In front of you?”

“I’m getting off, aren’t I? Why can’t you?” The casualness of the reply was definitely feigned, and Liz was proud of herself for making it so.

“And I’d still need to watch you,” Natalie said slowly.

“Yeah,” Liz said. “Go ahead.”

Natalie hesitated, then shrugged.

Heat pulsed in Liz’s core at the realization of what she would shortly get to watch, and the sensations assaulting her between her legs grew second by second more impossible to resist. In her addled state, she’d have wanted to see Natalie use the toy even if it didn’t help her in some unexplained way by ‘sharing the burden’. She fortunately managed to bite her tongue on that sentiment. Instead, she just nodded rapidly, then gestured for Natalie to get on with it.

Her red-haired teammate did so. She finagled off her belt, then shimmied down her pants, and the sight that welcomed Liz decidedly didn’t help matters. A thick rod of girl cock stood at attention, pointing at Liz, and already dribbling at the tip. Natalie had gotten worked up, watching her.

“So big,” Liz said, the words slipping out by accident—her impulse control wasn’t in highest form, right now. She flushed, eyes flicking up to Natalie’s. “Not that—I just mean ... wow,” she finished lamely.

Natalie seemed pleased by Liz’s response, a smirk playing at her lips, which only made Liz flush deeper. It was a nice cock, which wasn’t something Liz would have figured she’d ever say. She’d always preferred girls. But on Natalie? She could definitely get behind it.

Or on top of it. Bouncing up and down. That didn’t sound so bad.

Liz shivered, Natalie’s throbbing girl cock being on display compromising her almost faster than the rubbing device pleasuring her pussy. The third orb swapped from dark to pink, indicating she was roughly three-tenths finished with the challenge, and Liz’s mind started to go fuzzy. She fought the incoming climax with everything she had.

“Really need help,” Liz gasped. “So, uh. Get to it?”

Though neither of them could imagine how this would help, Natalie lined herself up to one end of the gel-like toy pussy, and Liz watched, enraptured. Why did the idea of seeing Natalie jerk herself off with the see-through toy excite her so much? Well, that was a dumb question. But still.

Natalie slid in.

The relief was instantaneous. For all that the sight of Natalie’s cock being wrapped had Liz’s stomach clench in excitement, the throbbing-hot need inside her also started to ease. At the same time, a loud, lewd noise escaped Natalie.

Sharing the burden. As in, Liz’s pleasure redirected to Natalie, somehow, so long as she was getting herself off too?