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7.71 - Into the Basement IX
🕑 Added 2025-01-24 21:00:09 +0000 UTCVanetta's insatiable appetite lasted several rounds. Her crazed pleasuring pulled four more orgasms for her own part, and two more for Natalie. The latter were clearly an afterthought. Vanetta's desperate throat-fucking was more for her own sake than Natalie's. That said, she had certainly enjoyed the ride.
But, finally, the pink liquid filtered out of her system. The two of them lay on their backs, sweating and panting for air.
"Okay," Vanetta groaned. "I think—I think it's gone now. I'm back to normal."
"Glad to hear that," Natalie panted in response.
They took another minute to recuperate. Eventually, they sat up, and Natalie rubbed her forehead as she eyed the other girl, half expecting to be pounced despite the assurances. But Vanetta rose unsteadily to her feet and shuffled over to grab her discarded armor, indicating it really was over.
"We should talk about that, though," Natalie said.
"Y-Yeah. Probably." Vanetta slipped on her panties, leaving her pants on the floor. Sitting cross-legged, she faced Natalie, heat rising on her cheeks. "That was more than I bargained for."
Natalie agreed, though it hadn't been some worst case scenario. Everything had ended well, she thought. Just been a bit—much.
"You alright?"
"Fine." Vanetta didn't meet her eyes. "Sorry if I was—uh, pushy."
Natalie paused, then smirked. She was glad to see that Vanetta wasn't disturbed, just embarrassed by her eagerness.
"Don't get me wrong," Natalie said. "I like pushy, if it's you being pushy about getting my dick down your throat."
Vanetta blinked, then met her eyes, indignation sparking. Natalie laughed—that had been her goal. Crudeness did tend to work on spurring a reaction out of this girl.
"I was talking more generally, though," she said before Vanetta could growl at her. "I didn't think aphrodisiacs were on the table. Er, well, I knew they might. Kinda obvious. But we should've talked about what to do in that situation."
Vanetta hesitated, then bit her lip and looked away. "Yeah. But you handled it—fine. So."
"Fine?"
"You were a gentleman about it, okay? Thank you for not … you know. Taking advantage of me."
Natalie pursed her lips at even the implication that she might have, but she knew that hadn't been what Vanetta had meant. She nodded in acknowledgment.
"But you're not mad that we did anything, with you like that?" Natalie asked carefully. That'd been her real question.
Vanetta blinked. "Of course not. I doubt I would've let you just sit around. Something needed to happen. My head was—messy." She coughed. "You ... deflected. Stopped me from doing too much. So thank you for that."
Messy. A funny way to describe the addled state she'd been in.
"Okay," Natalie said. "But what if we'd both been compromised? That might happen."
Vanetta hesitated.
Natalie leaned forward, grabbing her ankles and looking intently at her partner. "I only want what you want to give. And I knew you were—affected. So I moderated myself. But what if I'd been pumped full of that stuff too?" She coughed. "Because it wasn't that I didn't want to take you up on the offer. I just knew you weren't your normal self. But if I'm not thinking straight …"
"I get the point."
Vanetta silently studied her for a few moments.
Before shrugging and standing.
"I won't blame you if that happens," she said, waving a hand dismissively. "I'd like to decide for myself when we ... take the next step." She squirmed at addressing the situation so directly, then blushed as she realized the implication she'd made. "I mean, if we take that next step. Don't get any ideas. But if it's out of our hands, then it's out of our hands. I won't be upset." She waggled a finger. "Don't use that as an excuse, though. Try to fight it. But, you know, whatever."
"You sure?" Natalie asked. "We can just leave, if the risk is too much. That's always an option."
Vanetta was already pulling on her pants. "What happens, happens," she repeated. "We've only gotten through two encounters. Elida is expecting us back in a few hours, since we want to get another raid done. So no more wasting time."
Natalie frowned at the other girl for a few moments before a smile slowly slipped onto her lips. Clearly, having her first time taken—by Natalie herself, at least—wasn't that big of a deal. While she doubted either of them wanted it to happen when they were both affected by an aphrodisiac, it wasn't much of a deterrent to Vanetta. Maybe one of the more roundabout endorsements she'd gotten.
She rose and began slipping on her own clothes.
Before turning the corner and setting off deeper into the Palace Basement, they eyed the hallway of vines. They'd returned to dormancy. Honestly, they'd been less avaricious than she'd expected. They'd only drawn one orgasm out of her before tossing her aside, and zero out of Vanetta.
Speaking of that, why? They'd groped Vanetta a bit, but after dosing her with aphrodisiac, they had lost interest. For what reason?
To set Natalie up? By throwing an addled hot and bothered Vanetta at her?
Surely the dungeon wasn't trying to be her wingman.
Begrudgingly, she would admit that, whatever the case, she appreciated the vines for that. Or maybe the City or the dungeon in general, since they were behind their summoning. Because those orgasms Vanetta had sucked out of her had been—pretty incredible. While she preferred Vanetta to be of sound mind when they 'interacted', it had definitely been a unique experience to have the other girl bouncing her head up and down her cock with that level of desperation. And she doubted she'd get to see the girl acting so unabashed again.
Unless another similar scenario cropped up again. Which wasn't impossible. Where there was one, there was often more. At least now that she and Vanetta had discussed the possibility, she didn't feel as weird about it.
Shaking her head, she turned and strode down the hallway. Turning the corner, she saw that the corridor continued for ten feet before ending with a wooden door. Inside the next room, she didn't find much. A barrel sat in the center, with the usual empty shelves and expected cellar decorations lining the walls. There were no nooks and crannies monsters could be hiding in, so she relaxed. Though the barrel's placement was suspicious. Something could be inside it. In fact, she'd be surprised if there wasn't.
The top was already removed, she found out as she strode closer, hammer in both hands. Peering inside—half expecting something to jump out—she found that the entire container was stuffed with …
Something green?
"What is this stuff?" she asked, eyeing the barrel filled with green semi-liquid. "Is that … slime?"
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