4.46 – ❤ Swapped XII & XIII

Natalie's head spun at how quickly this was advancing, but Ana had a point—they were literally on a timer.

A timer. That measured how many times Natalie came to climax. And unlocked stronger rewards the more she did?

What an absurd challenge. Maybe even something as straightforward as the blowjob room was preferable.

As for Ana's implications: that she would be claiming Natalie however she wanted. She didn't know how to feel about that. A part of her had been clinging to the excuse that she was working her way through the dungeon, doing what it told her. Now, though, it just said she had to cum. They could definitely arrange that without Ana fucking her. Without Ana doing anything. Nothing said masturbation was off the table. Natalie could take care of herself.

But Ana didn't seem to care about that possibility. Natalie was forced to confront the fact that the stoic mage really did just want to fuck her. That all her lewd words and her domineering attitude hadn't been for show.

And Natalie was going to let her. Because she wanted it too. She wanted to be fucked by her own cock. She was going to lose her cock-virginity to herself—and Ana at the same time. The idea made her dizzy.

"You're so red," Ana said, cupping her cheek, which Natalie couldn't help but crane into. "It's cute. I can't wait to see how you react when I stuff you. When I'm so deep inside you, I'm kissing your womb. I bet you'll really be blushing, then."

Natalie shivered at the mental image, then shivered again as Ana leaned up and placed a hand against her pubic region. She examined the designs of the glowing symbol there, tracing lines with a finger.

"I wonder how much you can take?" Ana mused. "Before you break. You're so pent-up, it's adorable. You need this. Badly. How quickly can I turn you into a whimpering mess?"

Ana gripped her cock, then slapped it against Natalie's pussy. She wiggled her hips, grinding her member side to side, then up and down, and the contact made Natalie's toes curl. It felt good. Way too good. Even just having her lips spread apart as Ana's cock rubbed between them nearly drove her insane.

'Pent up'. Yeah, that was an understatement.

"You're soaking already. You're that eager for my cock?" Ana pressed harder, digging her shaft deeper between her lips, and Natalie gasped, her back involuntarily arching. "Or is it because it's your cock?" Ana murmured. "Are you this much of a slut for yourself?"

Natalie's face burned. She wanted to deny it, but the only thing that escaped her mouth was breathless panting as Ana continued to grind against her.

"That's right," Ana said. "I've got your own cock pressed against you. Soon, I'll shove it inside. Isn't that so dirty? Naughty? Degenerate?" She smirked down at Natalie. "What if Jordan saw you? Sofia? Elizabeth? What if they saw how desperately you're squirming, your body begging to take your own cock? How do you think they'd react?"

Ana pulled her hips back and pressed the tip of her member against Natalie's opening. She didn't push, just left it resting there, pulsing heat into her. Leaking precum.

Natalie stared down her body. Ana's cock looked even bigger from this perspective, the image cradled between her breasts—Ana's breasts—and poised at her pussy, about to enter. Could she even handle something that huge? It didn't look like it would fit.

And why did cock look so good on a girl? Ana's meaty length, resting just a few inches from her pussy, situated so perfectly between thick, curvy thighs, was a sight that made Natalie's body heat up in ways she'd never expected.

Girl cock was just so … amazing.

"H-Hurry up, already," Natalie mumbled. "We're on a timer, aren't we?"

"Is that it?" Ana said, sounding amused. "We're on a timer? Natalie, we both know you're just impatient. You want your cock. Admit it."

Natalie squirmed under the accusation. It wasn't like it was the first time she'd heard it, but with Ana so close to thrusting inside, the taunting was hitting her harder than before.

"And there's not that much of a rush," Ana continued. "Because with you like this, six times will be easy." Ana shifted her cock around, digging the tip of it into Natalie's lower lips. She pushed a half-inch forward, the thick member slowly sinking inside, stretching Natalie but not enough to penetrate her. "But if you want me to hurry, I can. You'll just have to beg."

"Beg?" Natalie asked dizzily, unable to tear her eyes away from Ana's cock, so close to sliding in. Why hadn't she shoved inside her yet? What was taking so long?

"Beg," Ana repeated. "If you want my cock that bad, then you'll have to beg me for it. Or I'll sit like this until you do." She wiggled her hips, squirming her cocktip around Natalie's pussy lips.

She couldn't be serious. Wasn't this situation mortifying enough? Ana knew how embarrassed she was by it all—she had forcibly extracted those admissions.

She could feel the heat of her own cock pressing against her pussy, and Ana was about to claim her—to take her cock virginity, despite that the challenge didn't even require it.

And she had to beg for it?

"Well?" Ana asked.

Natalie hesitated, but Ana made no move to penetrate her. Just kept her hips hovering, her cock poised to slam in and claim her pussy.

She … needed it.

"Please," Natalie mumbled.

"What was that?"

"Put it in."

"Put what in?"

"My … cock."

"Where should I put it?"

"Ana. Please."

"Say it."

"Please," Natalie said, face burning. "Put my cock inside my pussy." Her breathing came in loud pants. "I need it." Her hips squirmed side to side, helping Ana rub against her. "I need you to fuck my pussy."

Ana's lips curled up.

"Since you asked so nicely."

She pulled her hips back, then slapped forward, sliding her shaft deep in one smooth, hard motion. Her cock parted Natalie's lips, spreading them open as it stretched her unbelievably wide. Ana's hips slapped all the way down into her own—claiming Natalie. Her back arched as white-hot pleasure flashed through her, completely erasing her thoughts.

Ana was inside her.

Her own cock was inside her.

The realization, combined with the overwhelming feeling of Ana spreading her apart, was a potent cocktail. Natalie felt like she was drowning.

"Look at that," Ana breathed, staring down at where their lower halves were joined. "You took it so well. Or maybe I did? It's my pussy, after all. My body." She chuckled softly. "Maybe I'm the one made for taking big, fat girl dick." Ana leaned forward and kissed Natalie's neck. She pulled back an inch, then slid back in, kissing Natalie's cervix for a second time, gently, but still sending sparks of electricity up her spine. "Now, I'm going to fuck you until you break. Are you ready for that, Natalie?"

In one quick motion, she withdrew her cock, then slammed back down, driving her cock deep in a single hard motion. Then again, and again, quickly establishing a steady rhythm.

Natalie's mind went white, and lewd moans escaped her, noises she couldn't stop if she tried. Ana fucked her as she had promised: hard and mercilessly. Not working into it, but claiming Natalie, her thrusts quick and brutal. Pleasure wracked Natalie at the long-awaited relief, the intense stimulation, and it left her dazed, breathless, a moaning mess as soon as it started.

Ana grunted as she worked her cock in and out of Natalie with loud slaps of flesh. Natalie could only cling to her and cry out, overwhelmed as Ana's lower half worked like a piston, each stroke kissing her cocktip to Natalie's womb. It was unbelievable how amazing it was. Unfairly so. Turning Natalie's brain to mush.

"Fuck," Ana gasped. "This feels so good. Your pussy is gripping my cock so tightly." She panted as she went faster and faster, burying her forehead into Natalie's neck. "And my pussy feels so good. Fuck, I'm so tight." She leaned back up, then gripped Natalie's hips and hiked them up. The new position allowed her to drive her cock even deeper, and her thrusts became faster, harder, rougher.

"Do you like your cock?" Ana asked, holding scalding eye contact with Natalie—something Natalie could barely return, since it felt like her brain was being stirred around with each thrust of Ana's cock. "Do you like it splitting you open? Stretching your pussy wide? I know I do. Fuck, I love it. Your pussy is perfect. My pussy is perfect. When we swap back, do you want to try it out? See how good it feels wrapped around your cock? Because I'll let you, you know. Fair is fair."

How could she so shamelessly taunt Natalie about this mortifying body swap? Sound so genuinely excited by it?

And how did she know it would drive Natalie so crazy? Was she that easy to read?

Ana laughed as she saw how quickly Natalie was falling apart. "You really are a slut for your own cock. You like it that much? You're close, aren't you?"

Natalie shook her head weakly, but the denial was half-hearted, instinctual—trying to save her dignity. But the taunting words weren't helping the heat building in her core. Her head was a mess.

Why did she love being fucked by her own cock so much?

Why did Ana's taunting make her burn like it did?

Ana pounded into her relentlessly, each thrust making Natalie gasp, each hard impact making her more and more aware of how full she was, how Ana's cock seemed to reach places she didn't know could be reached. How was she so skilled at this? Ana's hips were a relentless piston, joining their lower halves with precision and strength that took Natalie apart faster than she could believe.

"You're so fucking tight," Ana groaned. "So, so fucking tight. It's not fair."

Not fair? She was talking about 'unfair'? Natalie could barely believe it, but a tsunami approached that she couldn't resist. Ana had teased her, built her up, and now her body was reaching its limit—in less than a minute after she had entered her. Embarrassingly fast. As if all of this wasn't bad enough, Natalie was going to cum in less than a minute.

Ana fucked her faster, grunting with exertion. "I can feel you squeezing. Go ahead. Cum for me, Nat. Cum all over your own cock. Milk me with your fucktoy. With my fucktoy."

Natalie … couldn't hold on. She tried to, despite it being against the purpose of this challenge, but Ana's command, the pleasure, the degeneracy of the whole situation came crashing down onto her. She was being fucked by her own cock. Being made a mess of. Taken apart by her teammate, who had no right to be as good at this as she was.

Natalie cried out, a high, keening whine, hands scrambling against bedsheets. Despite her best efforts, her traitorous orgasm crashed into her. Her muscles spasmed, and her pussy clamped down, squeezing Ana's shaft as pleasure wracked her, wringing her insides with heat.

It was overwhelming. All she could do was cling to Ana as she rode the mind-erasing pleasure out. Ana groaned, her rhythm stuttering as she was squeezed by Natalie's pussy, but she kept fucking her, only building her higher.

Then, finally, Natalie's climax petered out, leaving her breathless and gasping. She sagged into the bed, and Ana slowed her relentless pace. She set Natalie's lower half down, then leaned over her, getting her face close—while staying inside.

"See?" Ana whispered. "Look how easy the first one was. Number two is going to be even easier. Wanna know why?"

Her head spinning, Natalie couldn't even begin to guess where Ana was going. So she just dizzily stared at her.

"Because I'm getting close, too," Ana murmured. "And who knows how that fertility potion works? I didn't take any, so maybe I'm still potent." She nibbled Natalie's ear. "So, Natalie. Are you ready for me to fill you up? To pump my fertile seed into your womb? To breed you like the little cock-slut you are?"

"A-Ah—"

The lewd groan escaped her, an instant indictment of what she thought of the words. Her body responded, and her hips arched up to press Ana's cock deeper into her, an instant and shameful truth making it clear: she did want to be bred. She wanted Ana to empty herself into her womb.

The other girl laughed into Natalie's neck. "You're clamping down on me," she murmured. "Your body knows, even if you don't. You want it so badly. You want to breed yourself."

Natalie moaned. All of this was too much. And Ana's taunting was too close to the mark. She couldn't deny how badly she wanted Ana to finish inside her, even knowing what it could lead to. Her rational thoughts had fled entirely. Even the idea of another girl claiming her in that way had Natalie teetering on the edge of a second climax.

Which had been Ana's point. That was why she'd said the second would be even easier. Because she was holding her own climax over Natalie.

"I'll take that as a yes," Ana said, then pulled back, slipping her cock out of Natalie. She flipped her over onto her stomach, then pulled her hips up, lifting Natalie's ass. Natalie's face pressed into the cool sheets, her legs spread for the woman behind her. Face down, ass up. A demeaning position.

Then Ana entered her again, her cock gliding into her already well-fucked pussy. Natalie gasped, holding on to the bedsheets as the other girl began thrusting into her—furiously, no work-up, just raw desire in the way hips met ass with loud smacks.

"Your pussy is so perfect," Ana grunted. "I love it." Ana hunched over her, fucking her from behind with her body weight bearing down on her. "Cock-slut," she grunted. "Pussy-whore. Fertile little breeding cow. You like those words, don't you? I can feel it. The way your pussy is squeezing me, milking me every time I insult you. You're practically begging for my load. And I'll give it to you."

The words made her dizzy. The steady stream of degrading, humiliating filth—why did she love it so much? The dominance Ana was showing. Making it clear Natalie was her subby slut. Nothing more. Her toy. A vessel to pump her cum into. Natalie found her lower half working on its own: slapping her hips back to meet each thrust of Ana's.

Her face burned with shame, and she was just glad she could bury it in the sheets as Ana used her from behind. She shouldn't be turned on by the words, but her body didn't care. And Ana knew how much they affected her, from the way Natalie was bucking back into her, trying to force her cock deeper.

She was right.

Natalie was a slut for her own cock.

Ana fucked her harder, deeper, her hips smacking against Natalie's ass. It felt so good. Mind-erasing. White-hot. Natalie whimpered, and she could feel her second climax rising, threatening to sweep her away. Her second, before Ana even had her first?

"I can feel it," Ana said, her breath coming in gasps. "You're getting close. I am too. Your pussy is amazing. It's squeezing down so hard."

Natalie couldn't hold on. The heat was too intense. Ana's body pressed against her, and her thick cock filling her was all it took.

Her orgasm hit like a sledgehammer.

"A-Ah," Natalie cried out, voice muffled by the bedsheets. Her muscles locked up, and her body was wracked with shudders as her muscles seized. Her pussy squeezed down on Ana's cock as waves of pleasure crashed through her, and she couldn't think. Couldn't speak. Only bask in the ecstasy of Ana stretching her out.

She waited for Ana to let go, to finally get her reward, but the other girl didn't. Natalie whined and thrust into her, desperately trying to force her over the edge, but Ana held on. She kept her rhythm, plowing Natalie through her second orgasm.

Her climax faded with dismay. She had wanted to be filled up. It wasn't fair.

"There's two," Ana grunted. "Now, give me three."

Ana renewed her pace. Natalie's body was still hypersensitive, but she didn't care—because she understood what Ana's game was. She had held off, knowing that cumming inside Natalie would throw her over the edge—draw an instant back-to-back third climax. Natalie whimpered, her face pressed into the mattress, and she tried to push her hips back against Ana's, meeting her thrusts. Natalie was exhausted from her two climaxes, but she couldn't stop. She needed more. Needed Ana to finish inside. So badly she couldn't believe it. That she'd already cum twice didn't matter.

"That's right," Ana cooed. "Good slut. Take my cock. I know how much you want it. To have your fertile womb stuffed full." Ana's breathing came faster. "And … here it is. Here it comes. Just for you, Natalie. For being a good girl. My good girl."

Ana groaned, and Natalie's eyes widened as she felt Ana's cock throbbing inside her. The other girl's hips jerked forward, slapping hard into Natalie's ass. She froze there, gripping hard on Natalie's waist as her cock swelled, her hot girl dick somehow filling Natalie even further—in an imminent warning.

Then Ana came. Ana whined, back arching and hips straining forward as she splashed her thick load straight into Natalie's unprotected pussy. Natalie's eyes rolled back, and her body spasmed. It was happening. Ana was pumping her full. Breeding her. She could feel the cum splashing into her, coating her womb, and her pathetic body reacted: a third and final orgasm swept through her, milking out Ana's cock, wanting more. Natalie cried out, her toes curling, her hands scrambling at the bedsheets.

"There you go," Ana gasped. "Milk my cock. Take it all, like a good breeding slut. Take your fucking cock!"

Natalie writhed beneath Ana. She was lost, swept away in a torrent of pleasure. The heat, the sensations, the feeling of Ana's cum filling her. It was too much. She felt like she was going crazy—the pleasure erasing who she was.

Finally, when her climax left her, Natalie sagged into the bed, unable to form coherent thoughts.

Ana stayed on top of her for a good minute, breasts pressed into Natalie's back, her cock pulsing inside her pussy. Then she withdrew, her cock slipping out of Natalie, and rolled over, panting hard as she came down from her own peak.

The two of them lay there.

Then, panting, Ana forced herself to prop up onto an elbow. "Don't think we're done," she grunted. "We're only halfway there. Three of six. Get over here. It's your turn to be on top."