Dungeons and Dalliances

"Which of us are you gonna fuck first?"

The question spawned more of a dilemma than Jordan's joking tone probably intended. As silly as it was, Natalie could see who she chose to slide into first implying a preference. And she didn't want to give that impression. To either of the girls in front of her.

Of course, if she was completely honest with herself, Jordan was her best friend for life, the girl she was madly in love with, and while Natalie had attached to Malice with shocking speed, there was no one in the world Natalie cared for more than Jordan. So there was a preference.

That said, currently naked with two girls in her bed, it would be exceedingly bad manners to make any such thing clear, even if Malice herself knew it. And while it was probably ridiculous to worry about, would Malice care if Natalie claimed her best friend first? And likewise, would Jordan be bothered if she slid into the girl they were sharing, rather than her?

Jordan cocked her head, the two-second delay catching her attention, knowing that Natalie, in her current state should've been thrusting into any available hole given the earliest opportunity. Where Malice just looked flustered and eager for Natalie to start slapping into her—a one-track girl, which she definitely didn't disapprove of—her best friend's lips quirked up as she met Natalie's eyes, suggesting she had deduced the crisis she was in.

"We're waiting," Jordan teased. "Pick your pussy, won't you?"

Funny enough, the semi-taunting tone set her at ease. Jordan recognized the dilemma and was playing into it, purposefully making her squirm. That meant she wouldn't be offended if, in response, she went with Malice first in joking retaliation. Natalie rolled her eyes and deliberately shuffled forward to place her cock tip at Malice's pussy—and slid slowly in.

Jordan put on an expression of mock offense. "Better not make me wait too long." Her eyes sparkled with amusement, which shifted to husky arousal as the wolfgirl atop her groaned in pleasure as Natalie slid deeper inside her.

With a satisfied exhalation, Natalie bottomed out in Malice, grabbing the wolfgirl's hips and closing the last few inches with a hard jerk forward, kissing cocktip to cervix. That earned a long moan from the wolfgirl, her back arching, melting under the feeling of being filled by a nice, fat cock again. In a few moments, Natalie built into a steady rhythm, sliding in and out in long, smooth thrusts.

"Actually," Jordan said. "We should make this a game. Ten thrusts into each of us, then you have to swap. That way, neither of us have to wait too long." She smirked. "And I wanna see who ends up making you cum," she teased.

It seemed like Jordan was especially in an instigating mood, because while Natalie had smoothed past the dilemma of picking who she'd penetrate first, now Jordan was forcing another problem onto her: who she finished inside. Natalie eyed her in annoyance.

"Ah ah," Jordan said. "I sense backtalk incoming. You better remember who's in charge, Missy."

Natalie took her revenge by sliding out of Malice and claiming Jordan with no forewarning. Wet as Jordan was, there wasn't much resistance—but being filled up by ten thick inches of girlcock wasn't necessarily the easiest of tasks either, when caught by surprise.

"Yes ma'am," Natalie said sarcastically as Jordan moaned at the sudden penetration.

With Jordan lying underneath Malice, the angle was a bit awkward, and Malice had to slide forward a bit to let Natalie properly go at it, but if anything, the positioning made it more exciting. She slammed ten hard thrusts into Jordan, the allotment she'd been given, bottoming out with loud claps of flesh, before she swapped back to the wolfgirl atop her. Swapping between the two girls' pussies was surprisingly erotic: the subtle change in texture for one, but more than that, the knowledge she had two separate women waiting for her attention.

Every ten thrusts, she went from being squeezed down by Jordan's hot pussy, the girl clenching tightly around her shaft as Natalie had her way with her, to pulling out and feeling Malice spread open, taking her all the way to the hilt. Both girls groaned and squirmed from the treatment, taking their turns being slammed into with increasing intensity. Natalie could only assume the swapping played into their arousal as much as hers—the knowledge they were sharing each other's juices every time Natalie's cock changed pussies.

"Now," Jordan said, panting, holding Malice's ass even as Natalie was slapping her hips into it. "Make sure to cum inside whoever you think deserves it most." Even despite Natalie knowing she was more than a little stirred-up from the fucking—intermittently given or not—Jordan was making sure to tease Natalie with the dilemma.

And, damn it, it was the same problem as before. Swapping between two sheaths, pleasure growing, Natalie was forced to acknowledge that she would have to pick a girl to finish inside. Malice seemed a little beyond caring, at the moment … though that might change if she didn't get her final reward. She, like Jordan, did seem to take special joy in feeling Natalie spurt out a hot load into her.

So who to finish inside?

The dilemma grew as her pleasure did, pulling Malice by the hips to slam ten hard thrusts, then swapping to Jordan to do the same. She didn't have long to make her decision. Having two girls' pussies coaxing her orgasm out kind of prevented that.

Jordan, like before, might not care—since she was purposefully turning this into a game, and recognized it as such. Then again, there was a glint in her eye suggesting she did want to be the one Natalie emptied herself in.

"Too cruel," Natalie murmured, though in the current heat, she wondered whether either of her partners even heard her.

A compromise, Natalie decided, as most such situations ended up. Right as the heat became too much, Natalie was forced to pick. An unconscious part of her suggested to pull out and slide between them, to use sweat and pussy juice as lubrication as she came between their stomachs, but as amazing as that sounded, it wasn't as rewarding as pouring her load into one of their pussies.

Or both of their pussies, as the genius plan came to fruition.

She strained her hips forward, body wracking with pleasure as heat suffused her—and her twitching cock finally released its second load. One, two, three powerful throbs released hot seed into Jordan, the girl shuddering and gasping in response, obviously pleased Natalie had chosen her. But before Natalie had emptied herself, she swapped over to Malice, slipping out of Jordan with a protesting 'oh' from the girl. She slid into Malice, half of the next powerful pump jerking out between their stomachs before she made it into her next sheath. Shuddering, Natalie hilted into Malice and fired off a fourth spurt, then another, directly into the wolfgirl's womb. She stayed there until she'd finished, cock twitching and pumping, before finally collapsing forward, panting.

"You went half and half," Jordan accused. "That's cheating."

"Couldn't decide," Natalie grunted.

Jordan rolled her eyes. "Why not?"

Both of them were caught by surprise when Malice said:

"I wouldn't have been offended if you'd emptied yourself in your mate, Pack-Leader."

Jordan seemed briefly embarrassed, as if she hadn't considered that Malice might have seen through the 'dilemma' Jordan had deliberately set up. She smoothed past it with her usual aplomb. Tutting, she told Natalie, "You've got more than two in you, right?" She rolled off Malice. "You better," she said, eyebrows raised—with cum leaking from her, spilling out into the bed sheets. "I'm expecting at least three or four."

Emptying three or four more loads into these two beautiful women? Yeah, Natalie thought she would be more than capable of fulfilling that request.

Four or five might not be enough, honestly. She intended to make good use of having her best friend and her puppy sharing the same bed with her. After Robin's treatment earlier, she did have plenty of energy still stored up.