Dungeons and Dalliances

5.26 – Upgrades II

Natalie wiggled her pajama bottoms and panties down, bunching them to her knees. Jordan sat on Natalie's lap, grabbing her cock and pressing it into her stomach—having to bunch her own shirt up to get the full sight of it against her skin. At ten inches, it stuck up well past her navel. Natalie's head went a little fuzzy, seeing that massive slab of cockmeat pressed into Jordan's midriff. Eight to ten was an even bigger jump than she'd thought.

"Okay," Jordan said, her breathing growing suddenly shallow. "Wow, yeah. That's … that's a lot of cock."

She turned around on Natalie's lap, facing Sofia, then scooted up Natalie, resting her ass on Natalie's lower stomach. Natalie couldn't see it, but she felt Jordan press the hot brand of her cock back into her stomach, presenting the lewd sight for Sofia.

"So," Jordan said to Sofia. "What do you think? Is it too much? Could I take it?"

Sofia looked at her, red-faced and wide-eyed. Her gaze bounced between the monstrous length pressed into Jordan's stomach and her face, not sure where to settle.

"It's..." Sofia choked out. "That's … how would I know?"

Jordan laughed. "You're right." She turned back around, getting back situated, then reached down and grabbed Natalie's cock, lining it up. "Only one way to find out. No point in speculating."

Natalie's heart started to slam as Jordan rubbed Natalie's cock around, teasing her sensitive tip between her pussy lips. Slowly, she started to lower herself. Sliding in. Wet heat hugged her, Natalie's breath coming faster.

"F-Fuck," Jordan groaned, stopping after only an inch down. "Yeah. That's … a lot bigger. More—than it looks. Okay." After a brief pause, Jordan bit her lip, then pressed her hips down harder, taking more of Natalie. Natalie tensed, watching Jordan's eyes get wider and wider as she lowered herself. Almost as much as the squeezing sensation, it was watching Jordan's back arch, the look on her face, that had her heart slamming in her chest.

"You good?" Natalie breathed, transfixed.

"It's really stretching me out," Jordan gasped in response. "F-Fuck. But yeah. I'm good."

"You sure?"

"I think," Jordan said, eyes half-lidded. She started to rock her hips, easing more of Natalie's cock in. Natalie groaned as Jordan's pussy swallowed more and more of her. "You've always felt big, but this is… this is…"

"Too much?"

"Honestly? Maybe." Shuddering, Jordan kept going—refusing to fail at her task. Finally, she slid the last inch in, hilting Natalie inside of her. She groaned, resting her forehead on Natalie's shoulder and panting loudly. Jordan's pussy squeezed around her, clenching and unclenching, as if trying to milk her out while just sitting there. She felt so much tighter than she remembered that Natalie almost couldn't believe it.

"Fuck, I'm so full," Jordan whispered. "I can barely move." She rocked her hips a bit, shuddering at the sensation of Natalie's cock stirring around inside her. "Y-Yeah. Ten inches is too much, Nat. At least, ten of those inches. You're so thick, too." Despite saying she couldn't handle it, she kept rocking on Natalie's lap, wiggling her cock around with increasing speed. "You're due for an upgrade. It's too much."

Her movements stilled, and she stayed there, panting. Natalie peeked over Jordan's shoulder, catching a glimpse of Sofia. The blush had spread from her cheeks and down to her chest. She was breathing shallowly, chest heaving. Her gaze was locked on where the two of them were joined. On Natalie's cock splitting Jordan open. Natalie's gaze lingered on those wide blue eyes for a moment, before turning back to Jordan.

"If we need to, we need to," Natalie murmured. Though if she were being completely honest, the breathy gasps Jordan was making at being barely able to take her were doing a few wonderful things for her arousal. But Jordan's comfort mattered more, obviously.

Closing her eyes, she funneled energy into [Bigger Is Better].

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[Bigger Is Better]: Progression advanced from 1 to 2.

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[Bigger Is Better] - PASSIVE. PROGRESSION 2. Oversized weapons receive {moderate} bonuses to offensive power and are {moderately} easier to maneuver.

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At the same moment the skill upgraded, Jordan sucked in a gasp of air, shifting around on Natalie's lap.

"Oh, w-wow. That was crazy. You did it?"

"Yeah."

"While it was still inside me." Shivering, Jordan ground her hips around. "That felt super weird. But it's … easier now."

Natalie's breath caught as Jordan's grinding slowly turned into bouncing, thighs gently slapping into Natalie's as she worked herself up and down Natalie's cock.

"Or, sort of?" Jordan moaned. "Fuck. You feel just as big. I don't know how to describe it. I'm so stretched out, but it's also easier? I'm so fucking full." She pressed her forehead into Natalie's own, her green eyes looking deep into hers, panting on Natalie's face. Her hips worked lewdly, frantically, losing herself in the pleasure of Natalie's cock.

But then, bit by bit, she slowed herself. Groaning in annoyance, Jordan slid her way down Natalie's lap, unsheathing. Her cock slid out of Jordan, wet and glistening from her juices. Shuddering, Jordan rolled to the side, off Natalie's lap, and back into her own spot on the couch.

"Saving that for tonight," Jordan said firmly, more to herself than Natalie. "Like I said, it'd be rude to just fuck on the couch."

"Seriously?"

She patted Natalie's thigh. "We were just testing to see if you needed the upgrade. The experiment's over, now." She batted her eyes innocently. "Why, you weren't expecting more, were you?"

Natalie huffed, but pulled up her bunched-down clothing without further protest. Jordan laughed and did the same. Their attention, finally, turned to Sofia. Who was, of course, flushing furiously at the show they'd put on.

"Are you two quite done?" she demanded.

"It was your suggestion," Jordan said. "But yeah. Now we know."

"It was not my idea." Sofia sniffed. "Anyway, you get an upgrade to your hammer-wielding from that, too. So it was an acceptable choice regardless of … other necessities."

Jordan snorted, but, like Sofia, also returned to the practical discussion. "That's all your points, then?"

"Most of them," Natalie replied. "Have to keep some in reserve for [Empower], if I need it."

"Fair. So, skills are handled. Last topic of the night: you figure anything out with Elida?"

Natalie slumped into the sofa, instantly feeling weary. She had, of course, told Jordan and Sofia about the encounter the same night it had happened. The discussion had been fruitless though; they were as clueless as Natalie how Elida knew the things she did.

"Nope. Think she's avoiding me. Letting me stew over the whole situation. Don't know why."

"She's a conniver," Jordan said. "Maybe trying to soften you up for the offer? Have you agree to join her out of pure curiosity, if nothing else?" She bit her lip. "I wish there was something we could do about it."

Natalie grunted in agreement.

"You know," Jordan said. "Ana came up with a pretty good idea. She said it might not be that the Parda-Halts that know about classes like yours, but that it might be Elida herself. As in, personally."

"Huh?"

"Because she might be sponsored by a deity."

Natalie stiffened. "Wait. Really? You think that's possible?"

"There's seven Passions, isn't there? And Lust wasn't the only one of them waking, according to that mural we saw. Who says Elida didn't get a class sponsored by a deity, too? There's nothing guaranteeing your situation is unique—or that you're the only lust-based class, even."

Natalie leaned back into the couch, her mind racing a mile a minute. Even the arousal created by Jordan's teasing took a sudden mental backseat.

Because it made sense. While a shot-in-the-dark theory, it would explain why Elida had equated Natalie's fast progression to 'something strange going on', mentioning, specifically, the Bestower.

"It's … a possibility," Natalie said.

"And it makes her a huge problem, if true," Sofia said, her expression having grown dark. "If she has a class as strong as Natalie's, and all the resources and training of a major house, no wonder she's at the top of our class. She'll be at the top of society in a few years, with advantages like those."

The three of them sat in silence, ruminating.

"Let's hope that's not it, then," Natalie finally said.

"Let's hope," Jordan agreed.

None of them sounded optimistic.