7.35 – First Stake III
Who ever said Natalie wasn''t a clever strategist? This woman was obviously a hard nut to crack, and all it took was—
A supernaturally enforced sex encounter, plus a few careful words while the girl was heavily flustered. But still. Natalie deserved some credit. She''d found a way to get Vta to talk about herself.
Vta''s stroking continued, up and down, the slick and bumpy sex toy caressing Natalie''s cock. The pdin was content to sit back and enjoy it.
''What do you want to know?'' Vta had asked.
"Anything. Nothing serious, if you don''t want. Just, like I said, I don''t actually know much about you."
She wasn''t trying to pry into Vta''s secrets in a moment of vulnerability. Yes, she had used the situation to encourage the girl to open up, but not in any exploitative way. Natalie just wanted to learn a few things. Not secrets. She knew T''s top performer, a girl with scars across her face and a shrouded past, had plenty of those. But Natalie genuinely wasn''t interested. Well, she was. But not right now.
"Like, do you have any hobbies?"
"Hobbies?" Vta seemed surprised by the question. Maybe expecting a more serious topic; she likely knew her past was a subject of interest. No doubt, Elida had pried into it a number of times. There was a flicker of wariness in her eyes, but it disappeared. "Hobbies. Do <em>you </em>have any? Besides the academy, and delving?"
Natalieughed. "I guess not. T doesn''t give us enough time to have hobbies. I guess me and Jay used to hike a lot, run around and explore, but that was an excuse to find trouble more than anything."
"Jay. That''s … Jordan?"
It was maybe an inappropriate time to be talking about her best friend turned major-crush, seeing how she was being jerked off by another girl. But Natalie''s life had been ten sorts of ridiculous since arriving to T, so she took it in stride.
"Yeah. On my team. Dark hair. A rogue." She paused. "Like you, actually." But Jordan''s hair was longer, and she had green eyes, not gray.
"Your not-girlfriend," Vta added dryly.
"We''re not— It''s not even— She doesn''t— this isn''t about me," Natalie huffed.
She was d her stumbling amused Vta, at least. The rogue''s lips twitched.
"You''re not what I expected, you know."
"What''s that mean?"
"Nothing."
It was a very strange backdrop for this conversation, the way Vta was milking the pocket pussy up and down Natalie''s length, slick and slippery with lube. They talked quietly, and Natalie did her best to keep her voice steady, not wanting to give away just how good it felt. The chat was a good distraction, at a minimum.
"I guess … I do have one hobby," Vta said quietly. "But I''m not very good at it. It''s just something I do."
"Oh?"
"I draw. Sometimes." She shrugged, casually, but Natalie knew the admission was anything but casual. This wasn''t a girl who opened up about much of anything. "I''m not good. But when there''s a spare moment. When I''m not training or delving or in ss. I guess I sketch, here and there."
Natalie considered that. "That makes sense, actually. You''re obviously good with your hands."
Her stroking stilled, and she red, which wasn''t a response Natalie had expected. Then she understood.
Sheughed. "It wasn''t an innuendo. I meant it. You''re an assassin. And I''ve seen you ying with your dagger. Those tricks you do." When she sat around, sometimes she danced one of her weapons between her fingers and hands with the grace of a street performer. "I wasn''t saying—" sheughed again. "Good with your hands in <em>that </em>way." She grinned. "But that too, now that you bring it up." She thrust her hips slightly up to emphasize the point.
Blushing hard, Vta resumed her stroking. "Sorry. I just thought—" She cleared her throat.
"Could I see, you think? Anything you''ve drawn?"
Vta hesitated. "I … don''t know."
"No pressure." She left it at that. She really didn''t want anything of Vta''s she wasn''t willing to share.
"This is really helping?" she asked. "Talking about myself?"
Natalie paused. "Sort of? I guess it''s also distracting me." Sheughed. Then, the short amusement quieting, she became more serious. Her heart started to beat faster, and refocusing on the heat of the moment, the way the slick noises of Vta jerking her off filled the air. Intimacy following intimacy of a different kind.
She wouldn''t have said this if she didn''t have another girl''s hands on her dick, encouraged by the eroticism and heat of the encounter:
"But yes. It''s easier to fantasize about you, now." The words came out husky as she held Vta''s eyes. "An artist. Who would''ve thought? It''s cute."
Even Natalie didn''t expect the way Vta''s entire face went a brilliant shade of red. "Stop calling me cute. And this is—we''re just doing this because—" She huffed and didn''t finish.
Then, surprising both of them, Vta climbed onto herp, the girl''s petite body pressing down on Natalie''s thighs, straddled her while jerking her off with the pocket pussy. Vta''s eyes widened, and Natalie got the sense she''d moved without fully nning to.
"You''re taking too long," the rogue dered shakily, justifying their new positioning. "This should—make you finish faster." She scooted another few inches forward, until her crotch was near pressing into Natalie''s cock, the slick toy sliding against her clothes and getting them wet. "We''ve got stuff to do. Cum already. Aren''t these things supposed to be easy to make finish—?"
Vta was clearly offended by her inability to get Natalie to cum after so many minutes, and her redoubled stroking was an attempt to fix that. And maybe avoid further personal questions.
While Natalie would''ve loved to keep holding off, she''d been struggling <em>before</em> the woman had climbed onto herp and straddled her. After the show of vulnerability, and Vta''s quickening effort, Natalie was more than ready toe apart.
By widening gray eyes, Vta recognized how close Natalie was getting. Natalie started to squirm and pant beneath her. Worse, or better, Natalie couldn''t quite control herself, her body responding to another girl''s weight being on top of her. She started thrusting. Bucking. Lifting Vta''s light body up and down as she pushed into the toy, meeting the long strokes with her own movements. Vta''s pumping stilled in surprise, then came faster.
"Are you …?"
"Close," she grunted. "Keep going."
Natalie''s hands settled on Vta''s waist, thrusting her hips up and down as she jostled the girl. Her eyes were locked on the way the woman''s breasts bounced under the light armor, and she moaned, thrusts growing stronger. It wasn''t hard to create a fantasy with this positioning—with Vta''s weight on her, watching her body bounce as she fucked into a toy that was pressed against her stomach, essentially mimicking the real thing. Vta''s pumping went faster, her tight grip milking the pdin''s cock, the toy''s bumps rubbing against her sensitive member and sending electricity through her.
"Close," she gasped.
Her fingers dug into soft skin hard enough to bruise. Vta''s pumping became frantic, sensing the end, and Natalie fucked the toy for all she was worth. The two girls worked toward the same goal, Natalie''s cock throbbing and pulsing as her orgasm rapidly built, the pleasure building, the heat of her core rising to a crescendo—
And she cried out and finally came. Her whole body tensed. Her cock swelled, then throbbed, and started to spurt. Vta''s eyes widened, and she held on, pumping the toy, the pocket pussy milking her length, squeezing her tip, as Vta—
Didn''t aim away? Sticky white strands burst up and onto Vta''s lightweight armor, soaking into the material with long pearly strings. A particrly virile jerk hit her chin, making Vta flinch, but she still didn''t aim away. On … purpose? Probably not. Forgetfulness, lost in the moment. But still, it thrilled through Natalie, coaxing out more and more, knowing she was coating her partner with her seed.
When it was over, the two girls settled in ce, panting. The toy still wrapped around Natalie''s dick, and Vta still on herp, the rogue''s chest rising and falling, her cheeks bright red as she looked down at Natalie.
"Wow. You, um … liked that?"
Natalie''s head fell back, hitting dirt, and sheughed. "Yeah. I liked that, Vta."