7.73 – Sli II
"Malice," the sligirl said. "You know Malice?"
Her teasing, overtly-sexual tone had disappeared. Not that Natalie thought it was an act, as in fake, just that she'd been shocked out of the playful deanor she liked to use. Natalie was surprised her question had elicited such a response. There were reasons to believe that one dungeon monster might know another, though it wouldn't have been surprising to have received a 'no' either. So it had been a shot in the dark. If an earnest one. Natalie really did want to know whether the two knew each other; she hadn't asked to catch her off guard.
"So, you do?" Natalie asked.
"Of course I know who—" She cut herself off and took a second to school her expression. When she responded again, she was back to her normal self, a teasing lilt in her voice. She waggled a finger dramatically at Natalie. "Nuh uh. This isn't how this is supposed to go. We're going off script."
"You have a script for your encounters?" Natalie asked dryly.
"Well, not really. But by now, one of us is supposed to be inside the other. It's unchivalrous to leave a woman unsatisfied." She turned to Vanetta. "Is she always this rude?"
"I have no clue what's going on," Vanetta said, "but yes." She rolled her eyes, then plastered a serious look on her face. "No, really. What's happening? I knew Basent monsters could talk, but—this isn't how it's supposed to go, I'm pretty sure."
"See? Even she agrees," the sligirl whined. "You'll get in trouble with managent. We're supposed to be fucking by now."
"Managent?" Vanetta asked, bewildered.
"Though, Lady Lust is a lot more forgiving," she mused. "So long as you're inside , or I'm inside you, a few minutes from now, there won't be problems." She stamped her foot. "But still, you're being an! I was serious that it's been a few days, which is forever in this body. I haven't even given you the terms of the fight yet."
"Or your na," Natalie pointed out.
The sligirl pouted at her so dramatically that she almost felt bad, if she didn't know she was putting on an act.
"Cherisse, but Cheri is fine. You know, less than half of you end up asking that. Maybe they think I don't have one." She winked. "Then again, half the fault's mine. I don't give them much ti. My mouth is usually busy with stuff other than talking, pretty fast."
"Yes, yes, flirtatious teasing, we get it," Vanetta said. "Explain what's going on."
"Ugh, you're rude too. Fine. It works like this. You have two choices: we can either fight, or we can—"
"Not that!" Vanetta said, exasperated, which had undoubtedly been the sligirl's goal, because she snickered behind her hand. "Lady Lust. And Malice. Whose nas are those?"
"Mm." Cheri made a show of considering the question. "Eh, I don't think I wanna give answers away for free. Sa goes for you, Champion. I think I'll alter the rules of our engagent. Winning gives you free passage, that stays the sa. But also, how about—fulfill one request of mine, you get one answer?"
"Request?" Natalie asked warily. "What 'rules of engagent', anyway?"
"I'd have explained by now if you two didn't keep interrupting. Shush." When Natalie and Vanetta stayed silent, she bead. Then coughed into a fist and seed embarrassed. "Though, there's not much to explain. Not a complicated girl, here. If you want to pass, all you have to do is play with until I've had my fill."
"Uh huh," Natalie said. "And just how hard is 'giving you your fill' gonna be?"
"You'd be surprised how few people ask," the sligirl laughed. She began to sway her way across the room, and Natalie had to resist the urge to lift her hamr. The goo-girl pressed her body into Natalie's, gelatin-like tits squishing across her armor and bare skin—she was only a few inches shorter, making her taller than most girls, a height where it was easy to nestle together. "I've got super high expectations from a Champion of the Lady, though. I'm sure you can keep up."
Admittedly, Natalie's thoughts beca hard to keep control of, having a goo-girl pressing her soft, squishy, and very naked tits into her own—and there was a lot of contact elsewhere, like on her stomach and thighs; it was a whole-body hug, and the unique texture of gooeyness against her skin was … an experience.
But she wasn't that easy to make her brain shut off, since that was clearly Cheri's goal. Well, not that easy when it was a total stranger, at least. If Vanetta, Jordan, or any of her other teammates had put on a seductive act like this, she might have been a lost cause. As it stood, she only lost half her brain power.
"Terms of engagent," Natalie struggled out. "We satisfy you, and we can leave." She knew she wouldn't get a straight answer about what 'satisfying her' ant, but it would be a challenge. One she was up for, to be honest. "And every request of yours we fulfill, we get one question? Any question?"
"Any question I want to answer," she corrected. "Don't be greedy. It's a sin, you know."
"Uh huh." Natalie would admit that the teasing lilt of Cheri's voice was much more effective when her entire body was pressed against her. Still, she kept control. "And what might those 'requests' look like? We can turn them down?"
"That's only fair, since I won't promise I'll answer everything. And unlike you, I'm not greedy—I'll even go easy with my first one." She stepped away, and the sound of their bodies separating made an audible squelch. "I want you," she said, pointing at Vanetta, "to take her," she pointed at Natalie, "armor off. And then I want to take yours off."
Vanetta blinked as she digested those words. While her cheeks colored, she didn't react more than that—and even stayed focused and continued interrogating their opponent. "Who gets to ask the question?"
The sligirl blinked. "Um, decide yourselves? I don't care." She shrugged. "Or maybe whoever's my favorite in the mont," she said with a grin. She gave Vanetta a wink. "It'll be you, cutie. I've got a thing for virgins."
Vanetta tried to keep her face straight, with half success. She turned to Natalie. "You know, I could just ask you. Who the hell is Malice? And Lust?"
"Hey! That's cheating!" She faced Natalie with a pleading look. "It's my only leverage on her. I won't play nice if you don't."
Vanetta ignored the sligirl, waiting for Natalie's response. Natalie hesitated, though. She needed Cheri to cooperate, and she might an the threat.
"We should probably play along," Natalie said. "Sorry—I'd have told you."
Cheri bead. "I knew I'd like you. But seriously, no cheating. I'm the only one who gets to answer questions from here on out." She folded her arms under her breasts, and it was definitely to emphasize them as much as to show her displeasure if they disobeyed. "I'll go easy on you two, in exchange. Besides, I'm a poor dungeon monster, trapped in the bowels of an ancient crypt, soul bound to an undying master. These gas are all I have. Taking them away would be unbelievably cruel, don't you think?"
The words were said in an over-the-top joking manner, but they still made her pause—and Vanetta too. Because there had to be at least a kernel of truth there.
"Fine," Vanetta said. "But I better have answers when we're done."
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