Dungeons and Dalliances

7.101 – Stealth

7.101 – Stealth

Falling asleep when she knew new skills were on the horizon was no simple task. Thankfully, wringing herself dry—in a few meanings of the phrase—meant she was properly exhausted when she collapsed onto her bed. Though her thoughts raced for a quarter of an hour afterward, the comfort of her sheets and the exhaustion in her limbs eventually won out, lulling her to sleep.

She woke some time later not thanks to the natural rhythm of consciousness, but because of a strange sensation. A sensation that was familiar, yet confusing, yet very much appreciated. She took a second to orient herself, to understand what was happening, as anyone jolted out of sleep would.

Something wet and warm was happening down between her legs. She should have recognized what that meant by familiarity alone, but her brain was catching up.

Her blanket was bulging outward in a way it shouldn't. Bulging more so than the usual culprit would explain—a ten-inch cock did, after all, make an impressive tent in the morning.

A lewd popping noise came muffled underneath the blankets—which shifted as the mound moved—before her cock was wrapped in that wet heat again. Something slid down and down until her entire length was engulfed.

Natalie moaned, unable to stop herself from how amazing it felt, and she finally understood what was happening.

She tossed the blankets off.

Vanetta lay there, gray eyes glinting in the moonlight, the silhouette of her ass visible over her shoulder, with her nose firmly planted in Natalie's pelvis. She was wearing her veil, so Natalie couldn't see, only feel, what was happening beneath. In a brighter-lit room, she would be able to make out bare hints of features, but it was too dark to see anything but Vanetta's eyes. The image was almost more enticing thanks to that.

Natalie knew she was probably making a stupid expression, having woken with a girl in her bed and a mouth around her cock, but she was so caught off guard she couldn't correct it.

Vanetta pushed down and ground her nose into Natalie's crotch, turning her head left and right, her throat doing something delightful—constricting and hugging her in the best way possible—before she lifted up all at once, coughing as she cleared her airway. Tossing her veil up, she spat onto Natalie's cock and rubbed the slippery liquid in.

"Took you long enough," her intruder said. "What kind of heavy sleeper are you, anyway? What kind of girl doesn't wake up even after her whole cock is in another girl's throat? It took minutes of that."

Natalie was fully awake now, yes. But the sudden, dizzying rush of arousal was no easier to resist than the sleep-fog. Eventually, she seized control of herself and struggled out the retort, "Morning, Van. As far as alarm clocks go, I have to say I approve."

Vanetta snorted, then dipped down to suck at her tip for a few strokes, swirling her tongue around. She popped back off.

"Cute," she said. "You knew I would be coming. Why didn't you leave the door unlocked?"

Natalie flushed.

Truth was, she had forgotten. She knew about the requirement for Vanetta's veil, and when she'd first acquired it, Natalie had been excited to be her target. Yet the events of the day, and especially her upcoming level-up, had erased the possibility from her mind.

So she really was surprised to be woken with Vanetta's veil draped over her cock, her tongue teasingly playing around at her tip.

For once, her oversight played in her favor. This was way better, coming as a surprise.

Sighing happily and resting a hand atop Vanetta's head, she said, "If it's not a challenge, where's the fun?"

"Ha. Don't lie. You forgot. I'd be offended that you weren't looking forward to it, but you've got a really stupid expression on your face right now." Despite the harsh words, she seemed pleased. She pressed a veiled kiss to Natalie's cocktip. "I'll forgive you. You were probably thinking about your level up. What'd you get? If you want to share."

A second jolt of excitement went through her, because she'd forgotten about that too. She didn't blame herself for this one. A morning blowjob tended to overrule just about any thoughts from the night before.

She almost checked and responded, but stopped herself. Instead, she relaxed and settled comfortably into her pillows. "I'm curious too," she murmured, "but I think I'd rather enjoy this first."

Covered by her veil, Vanetta's eyes were the only way to make out her reaction. They narrowed. Her voice was mildly sarcastic when she replied, "I'm honored. If I do a good job, and it's not too sensitive of a skill, you'll tell?"

"Promise."

Vanetta snorted. She probably didn't even mean the request; she was just teasing.

Yet she took her task seriously. Her lips returned, wrapping tightly around Natalie's cockhead and sucking. Natalie's breath hitched, her hips rising in response, but Vanetta pushed her down.

Vanetta began bobbing her head, going a little lower with each motion, sucking a little harder, tongue wriggling underneath. She worked at Natalie's cock until her head was bouncing in a steady rhythm, several inches plunging into her throat and retreating, a gagging noise issuing every time she popped off.

Her throat was tight and hot, overwhelming in how satisfying it was, dragging across her cock. Natalie found herself panting in moments, her cock twitching and aching for release. The pleasure built fast. She wasn't going to last; the shock of waking up like this had her way too sensitive. Plus, apparently, Vanetta had been working on her for several minutes already.

She held off for as long as she could. But it wasn't just the sensations; the veiled face between her legs, the lewd act being hidden behind a sheet of cloth, gray eyes satisfied as they watched Natalie's reactions ... she didn't stand a chance.

"Gonna—" she groaned, her back arching. The only warning. Her cock twitched, and Vanetta plunged down to the base, her nose rubbing against Natalie's pubic area, her lips happily kissing the root of her dick.

She came with a long moan, toes curling. Her cock spasmed and twitched, a rolling pleasure that went on and on, her shaft flexing and pulsing inside Vanetta's throat. A long, drawn-out climax that had her pumping spurt after spurt directly into Vanetta's waiting stomach.

When she'd finished, Vanetta pulled back, letting Natalie's cock slide free. Her veil tickled her sensitive tip as it slid over.

"Where does it all come from?" Vanetta muttered, sitting up and resting a hand on her stomach. "There's so much. I swear, I can feel it inside me." She shivered, and Natalie did too. "So?" Vanetta asked. "What'd you get?"