Vanetta wondered how the hell she'd ended up here.
It had hardly been a sudden development. Her corruption—and yes, it was corruption—had been slow and steady, a chipping-away at her defenses over the course of a week. In jumps, but the groundwork laid over time, incremental assaults she hadn't been able to resist.
She didn't even place much value in sex, so she hardly cared about 'corruption' in the first place. In fact, she knew she was being dramatic by phrasing it like that. Probably because of the ridiculous situation she was in; she was flustered, and making a big deal out of things she normally wouldn't.
Anyway, she didn't care what sexual appendage had to be stuck where, especially if it meant she could move through the ranks faster. What she cared about was efficiency, getting stronger, working toward her goals.
Fine. Maybe she was lying to herself. After a full week in the City of Eros, after weathering all of its temptations, she had kept this final barrier erected. Clearly that meant something. Even the most convoluted arguments couldn't explain why she hadn't given up for efficiency's sake by now. The reality was, she had wanted to save herself—in that traditional way—for someone she cared about. Someone special. Searᴄh the NovelZone.fun website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
And she didn't want to admit that this idiot met those criteria.
Maybe she should just double down on the self-delusions. It would be less embarrassing. Whatever.
"Stop looking so smug," she growled, poking Natalie between the breasts, trying hard not to admire how exposed and impressive they were. Some girls had all the luck. "I'm doing this because I have to."
"Sure." Like usual, the idiot was all fluffy consideration at the start, and seconds later taunting and full of herself. "Can we skip the justifications and get to you bouncing on my cock?" The smirk widened. "The impotency potion is probably still going, but no guarantees. Pull out if you don't want to risk it. Or don't. I'm fine with that too."
Vanetta hoped it didn't show on her face how much her heart leapt into her throat. Natalie had explained that potion of hers, of course, and it did last for a while. She'd taken another swig before sacrificing it, but that had been ten, fifteen minutes ago. Had it expired?
Well, she would just have to pull out to be safe. It was entirely in her own hands, so there was hardly a problem. It wouldn't be difficult. To not get lost in the act. No matter what it might feel like to have this girl spurt a huge, hot load straight into her womb. She wouldn't risk it.
"My eyes are up here, Vanetta," Natalie teased.
Gray eyes snapped upward, meeting the extremely amused expression on her partner's face. She realized she'd drifted off.
Why was her heart beating so fast?
This wasn't fair.
She swallowed, then lifted her chin and forced her composure back. She opened her mouth to say something dismissive or aggressive, but, for some reason, hesitated.
"It's been … fun … this last week," she found herself saying instead, mouth moving on its own. "I'm glad I was able to … meet someone like you."
Natalie's smirk receded, and that was maybe the most mortifying response she could have given, way worse than her usual taunting that could so effectively have her insides clenching like a vice.
"Not that I'm confessing, or something stupid like that," she growled. "I'm just saying, this isn't— I'm not—" She bit her lip. "It's not just the trial," she muttered, looking away. "I want to. With you."
Since the only thing worse than not getting a response to that was getting a response, she dropped to her knees and grabbed Natalie's cock—and immediately wrapped her lips around the tip, cutting off whatever Natalie's response would have been. And probably her train of thought too. Swirling her tongue around and sucking hard, she licked and kissed up and down its length, focusing on anything but the humiliating words that had traitorously left her mouth.
Natalie seemed to be trying to rally and find a response anyway, so she redoubled her efforts, stuffing her mouth full of cock in a valiant effort to brush past the embarrassing thing she'd said.
"I—" the idiot said, the word quavering as Vanetta plunged down and gagged herself on cock, mentally reasoning that she was just getting Natalie lubricated—she wasn't purely fleeing from her near-confession. "I'm glad to hear that," she struggled out finally.
An ineloquent response, but one that still had Vanetta glowing from the inside out, and also wanting to crawl away and die. Why was this aggravating girl allowed to make her feel this way?
Thankfully, she was spared from having to respond by virtue of having her throat crammed full of dick. Bobbing up and down with sloppy gagging noises, Natalie's head fell back and she groaned with pleasure, a noise that sent tingles across Vanetta.
She'd always considered herself a practical and single-minded person, generally unconcerned with other people, so why did having her body used to give another person pleasure make her so satisfied? Was this every girl's place in the world? A cocksleeve?
Or was she making excuses again, and that perverted thought was wholly her own?
Running out of air, she pulled off, a thick strand of saliva bridging to her lips before breaking and dropping onto her tits. Shakily, she stood.
"There. You're ready." Her voice was a little rough after having her throat stretched. Not that she could blame Natalie for the abuse this time. She was locked so firmly against the wall that she might as well be a dildo. Why did that excite her? That she was in control, for once? "I'm going to … do it now. You don't … mind?" She was fully aware of the stalling, hesitant quality to her voice.
Natalie studied her face for a second, and that damn smirk came back. "Wouldn't mind a little more lubrication. But if you're that eager to get to it, fine, you can steal my purity away."
"Your purity?!" She knew she was being baited, she'd used almost that exact line earlier too, but she couldn't help herself. Annoyed, she put her hands on her hips and leaned forward to glare at her, getting their faces close. Having those big blue eyes so near her own made her lose her words briefly, though, so that had been a bad plan. But she wasn't that much of a pushover; she eventually got her mouth to start working again. "You've never had any purity to lose."
A raised eyebrow.
Okay, it wasn't her best comeback, but she was flustered. "Shut up." She grabbed Natalie's cock and guided it between her legs—and her heart all but leapt into her throat when she felt the tip brush against her entrance. "No more talking. Let's get this over with.