Dungeons and Dalliances

6.23 – Denied

Natalie's hand slithered out from underneath Malice's t-shirt to creep up, instead, gently around her neck. She left her grip resting there, lightly putting pressure.

"You know," Natalie murmured. "I'm getting kind of tired of your bratty attitude. I expect my pets to be better behaved."

Malice scooted backward, rubbing her ass into Natalie's cock, sending a jolt of arousal through her—and causing the stiff member to swell outward, only half-softened from their previous conversations.

"Then perhaps you should act as a pack leader ought to," Malice shot back. "When a subordinate acts out, the pack leader should retaliate. Make it clear who's in charge."

"And how should I do that?"

Malice scoffed. "What, I have to tell you how? This is exactly what I mean."

Natalie grabbed Malice by the waist and tossed her forward, sprawling the wolfgirl out across the bed. It was unexpected and forceful enough of an action to catch Malice off guard; she sucked in a gasp of surprise as she fell forward onto her stomach.

Natalie had already crawled overtop her before she could react. She laid atop the girl, using her bodyweight to press her into the bed, her cock crammed against Malice's ass, through two layers of panties.

"I wasn't asking how," Natalie growled into her ear. "Just seeing if you had a preference. But I've changed my mind.  You don't get any choice in the matter, now."

She spun Malice around, throwing her onto her back, then yanked the wolfgirl's panties down. Malice gleefully helped wiggle out of them, her faux-reluctant attitude disappearing as she finally got what she wanted. Natalie tossed the delicate fabric to the side.

Shuffling down the bed, she lay on her stomach, head between the wolfgirl's thighs.

The positioning caught Malice off guard. "This? This is your punishment?" she laughed, digging a hand into Natalie's hair as she settled between her legs. "You're really bad at discipline. But I guess ingratiation works too, if you insist."

Natalie snorted.

Malice actually didn't realize her plan, did she?

Maybe smart in combat. Definitely ignorant on this battlefield.

Natalie happily got to work.

Grabbing the wolfgirl's legs and pulling them over her shoulders, she brushed her mouth against Malice's soft mound, rubbing her nose in. Malice rested her heels on Natalie's back, thighs squeezing in against her face, breathing growing labored in only seconds.

"Hasn't it only been a few hours since we did this?" Natalie asked amusedly, the words vibrating into Malice's pussy as she kept her lips hovering right against the sensitive flesh. "From your perspective? You said time jumps between your summons."

"And?" Malice asked, panting. "That's a few hours too long."

So Malice was just that needy, then? That meant Natalie's plan was going to be even more effective than she'd hoped.

Malice's legs trembled as Natalie gave one long, tantalizing lick across her pussy, ending at her clit. She wiggled the tip against the sensitive bundle of nerve endings, extracting an instant whine from the wolfgirl. No wonder she'd hinted at this every time Natalie summoned her—she clearly needed relief.

Which was a shame for her. Because she might find some temporary relief, but she wouldn't be getting what she actually wanted. This was a punishment, after all, however much Malice didn't realize it yet.

Malice quickly broke down as Natalie lavished her with attention. Her lips and tongue wrung little cries from the wolfgirl as she worked away. Malice's sharp black nails brushed against the back of Natalie's head as she pushed her in with one hand, needing more pressure. A rapid thwap thwap thwap filled the air along with her growing moans, her tail thumping into the bedsheets as she lost her composure.

"Fuck," Malice whined, back arching. "You really are—ah!—so good at this. Your skills are impressive, human."

Natalie laughed, the vibrations going into Malice's core. Her hips strained up into Natalie's face, pushing her pussy harder into her tongue. At the desperate motions, Natalie had to fight away her amusement. This was going to be so easy Natalie almost felt bad for her.

Less than a minute later, Malice was already shaking. Natalie worked her higher as eagerly as she ever had, playing the cooperative partner. Malice seemed to forget how this had even started—that Natalie had obviously been annoyed with her bratty behavior. Malice just whined and panted beneath Natalie, the noises coming from her growing increasingly lewd.

Right when Natalie sensed the girl starting to tense up, that climax she so desperately needed starting to arrive, Natalie pulled away.

"W-What?" Malice gasped in surprise. "Wait, n-no. Keep going. I was almost—"

Natalie moved her mouth away, trailing kisses along Malice's thighs and onto her stomach—decidedly away from her needy, sensitive area.

She saw the realization hit Malice: how her orange eyes widened and how her tail froze its happy thumping.

"B-But I was close," Malice whined, too addled to say anything else.

Working kisses back down, Natalie blew on Malice's clit with cool air—which was decidedly not want the girl needed at that moment.

"And?" Natalie asked, planting a quick teasing kiss on her core. "Why would I care what you need? You've been naughty."

After letting the girl calm, she returned to pleasuring Malice. As desperate as she was, Malice groaned and immediately arced her hips back up into Natalie's face, legs once again wrapping over Natalie's shoulders.

She worked her up, bringing her right to the edge—

Then stopped again.

"No!" Malice reached out to try to push Natalie's face back down, but Natalie intercepted her. She extricated herself from between the wolfgirl's thighs and pinned Malice's wrists above her head.

"Aw," Natalie said, grinning. "Is my poor puppy getting frustrated? Why is that?"

Malice whimpered, her eyebrows pulled into a pout.

"Already?" Natalie laughed at her. "You were being an awful brat a second ago. Why are you giving me that look?"

"J-Just a little more," Malice begged.

Natalie slipped her free hand down between the girl's legs, giving a few teasing strokes. Once again, Malice all but bucked up into the touch, gasping at the pleasure that arced through her body. Natalie leaned down and kissed Malice, tasting her, their tongues sliding and dancing. Her fingers slipped into the wolfgirl's wet slit and started pumping, faster and faster, Malice gasping into her mouth as Natalie rode her higher, using her fingers instead of her tongue this time.

She let Malice run right up into that wall, which took only seconds, seeing how this was her third time, bringing her close enough that Malice once again started to think that maybe Natalie would finally relent—

Then she slipped her fingers out.

The third denial was too much. Malice cried out and, in her struggle, managed to slip a hand free from Natalie's grip. It shot down between her legs, starting to rub desperately, seeking release of her own—obviously not her preferred option but too frustrated to help herself.

A brief wrestling match ensued. Natalie pinned the girl down, overpowering her.

"Please," Malice cried, wiggling underneath Natalie. "Please. Please! I'm so close. I can't take it, I need it!"

"That's the point," Natalie murmured. "My puppy is gonna think twice about mouthing off to me now, isn't she?"

The wolfgirl struggled underneath her, trying to break free of her grip. But Natalie was the stronger between them, if not by much. "Please," Malice finally whined again, stilling her impotent wiggling. "I'm so close. Give it to me?"

"I said," Natalie repeated firmly. "That my puppy is going to think twice about mouthing off. Isn't that right?"

Malice's face heated as she looked up at Natalie. It was obviously a struggle to squash her ego, however much she'd been begging. But eventually she did.

"Y-Yes," Malice said, looking away.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I'll think twice about mouthing off."

"And why is that?"

"B-Because Master knows how to make her puppy feel good," Malice groaned. She shoved her hips up against Natalie's body, wiggling, trying to get herself off just in the awkward pressure she could find there, her lower half grinding into Natalie's leg. Natalie had to wrestle her down in an even more secure grip, because as twitching and jumpy as Malice was right now, even that contact might be enough for her to reach climax. And that decidedly wasn't happening—even if she begged.

"And my puppy really, really wants to feel good, doesn't she?" Natalie asked.

Malice nodded rapidly, her expression begging.

"I'm glad we're coming to an understanding. I might have a solution for you."

Hopeful eyes looked up at her.

Natalie grinned. "I bet you think I'm gonna ask you for one of your secrets. About the dungeon. But nope." She let go of Malice. "I can pry those out of you easy enough. Right now, I want something of my own."

She leaned back.

"So, tell you what. You take care of me, and I'll finish what I started. But my pleasure comes first, not yours. Isn't that right?"

Shuffling back to the headboard, Natalie lounged backward, slipping her cock out of her panties and holding it in her hand. It throbbed with need, precum beading at the tip.

"Though, even if you do a good job, it's just a maybe," Natalie said, smirking. "You've been kind of a brat tonight."