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7.66 - ❤ Into the Basement IV
🕑 Added 2025-01-13 21:00:07 +0000 UTCThe moment Natalie untied the strings securing her lower armor, a vine was already wiggling inside to help finish prying it off. Flicking the metal piece away, it immediately began nuzzling against her cock. She sucked in a breath of surprise at the sudden onslaught of slimy sensations, the pleasure of having her cock rubbed by a lubricated appendage.
Slithering up from the ground, another vine appeared—this one with a large pink flower growing on it. She watched it approach her cock with apprehension. Like its sisters, the vine was covered in shiny liquid, but the secretions had a different hue: a faint, shimmering pink tint rather than the clear color of the others. That meant something, surely. But what?
She didn't have much chance to wonder, or second guess whether it was safe. Replacing the previous, the flower-adorned vine looped around the base of her cock and began stroking, sliding up and down with a firm grip. Her cock was quickly lubricated in the slippery pink material.
It didn't take long to discover what the substance did. Immediately, her cock was set on fire. But … in a good way?
In an overwhelming way. Her back arched, entire body seizing as every nerve ending became hyper-sensitive. A lewd groan was torn from her lips as the vine pulled upward, sliding its grip along her length, then back down. Hot sensations crashed through her, whiting her thoughts out and making her toes curl.
It was too much, overwhelming in how pleasurable the movement was. The small part of her brain that wasn't being drowned in bliss acknowledged that this was probably why the vine encounter belonged in the Palace Basement. Vines had seemed too tame, hadn't they? But there was a chemical factor as well. A potent one.
She groaned, twisting against the vines' hold on her, but unlike previous times, they didn't loosen their grip. Maybe because they sensed her struggling was from ecstasy rather than an actual attempt to resist. Whatever the case, she twitched and jerked against the vines, teeth clenching as waves of pleasure blasted through her.
"Nat?" she was vaguely aware of Vanetta's voice asking in alarm.
Natalie had fairly formidable sexual stamina by this point—especially when she was being constantly 'taken care of' thanks to the various city assignments. But under this exquisite chemical torture?
With her cock coated in a slightly pink sensitivity-enhancing substance, the vine pumped up and down once, twice, three times, and on the fourth—less than ten seconds later—she already felt her stomach clenching as heat rushed down to her cock, signaling an incoming climax. A part of her was embarrassed, distinctly aware of how she was being watched … that Vanetta would be seeing her cum almost immediately to the simple act of a vine stroking her cock, and she wouldn't know that she had been compromised.
Her orgasm took her, leaving her breathless and shaking as ropes of white spurted out of her twitching cock. She writhed in the grip of the vines—which had lifted her off the ground, something she only noticed now, lost in pleasure—as she continued to be milked. If she'd thought the initial stroking had been overwhelming, being jerked off while climaxing was another matter entirely. The sensations combined to overwhelm her. The noises coming out of her mouth didn't seem like they belonged to her; harsh gasps and guttural moans as the vine worked up and down her length insistently, spilling hot bursts of liquid heat from her cock.
When the last stringy burst was pulled out of her, she went limp in the vines' hold, gasping for breath and flushed from head to toe.
And just like that, the vines dropped her.
She landed on knees and elbows, entire body feeling like gelatin as she panted for air, barely able to keep her eyes open. Her cock throbbed rhythmically, oversensitive and tingling even after it had stopped being stimulated.
Dizzy, she forced her head up to take note of her surroundings, reminding herself she was in the dungeon. But the vines had disappeared.
They'd gotten what they wanted, already? One and done? That was it?
'That was it'? That underplayed the event. It had almost been too much, and certainly more than she'd expected. Sure, all the vines had done was rub against her cock, going 'less far' than previous events in some objective sense. But that had been seriously intense. Almost too much.
Struggling to her feet, she met Vanetta's eyes. The girl had taken a few steps forward, daggers drawn, clearly wondering whether she needed to help.
"Fine. I'm fine," Natalie mumbled. "It did something to me," she groaned in explanation. "Sensitivity? Some kind of … substance." A coherent description was hard to formulate in her current state. Her head was swimming in the aftermath of her climax. In some senses, it had been the most explosive one she'd had—though definitively not her favorite or 'the best'. Pleasure driven up to eleven, and not necessarily in a good way.
Still not thinking properly, Natalie grabbed her cock to clarify, in a gesture, what she meant by 'sensitivity substance'. As soon as her fingers wrapped around that rigid length—it hadn't softened in the aftermath of her orgasm—she sucked in another gasp of air.
Because it felt good. Way too good. Her second hand joined the first, and without intending to, she began stroking herself. All other thoughts wiping away, she jerked herself off with two hands, masturbating right in front of Vanetta—not that the girl's presence even registered at that point.
Pleasure arced through her with every motion, building rapidly as her hands moved faster and faster. Hot sparks of sensation burst through her with each up-and-down. She should have been less sensitive right after an orgasm, but it didn't feel like she was recovering from one. She sprinted toward another climax, the pressure and heat building faster than she could believe.
Already?
Already. It took a handful of pumps, like with the vines, before her legs were shaking and her toes curling. Her mouth opened in a silent cry as another orgasm ripped through her. Pleasure swept her away on waves of dizzying bliss. Cum shot out of her cock in jets, spraying onto the vines between her and Vanetta. She milked herself desperately, needing to prolong the high for as long as possible.
She came back to awareness some unknown minutes later, sitting on the ground, legs spread. Vanetta was staring at her, even more concerned than before—and visibly more flustered as well.
"I'm fine," Natalie mumbled. This time, she kept her hands firmly away from her cock; even the air brushing against it felt way too good. "I'm fine. Just—sensitivity serum."
The vines hadn't moved; they really were done with her, apparently. All they had wanted to do was grope her a bit and coat her in whatever that substance was.
Forcing herself to her feet, she stumbled down the hallway, scooping up her discarded armor as she went. For all she knew, if she stayed too long, the vines would take interest again, and she wasn't sure she could take another round of whatever that had been.
Comments
Cynical Pasta
This was incredibly hot
Drachian
Vines just getting her ready for what comes next it seems like 😳
