7.86 – Post-Sli Discussions
Natalie tossed Vanetta a vial of cleansing liquid, and the two of them began washing off the ss of their battle.
There was, of course, sothing Vanetta had said that she couldn't simply let go of, though.
"So," she said casually. "I'm 'distracting 'like this', am I?"
Vanetta froze halfway through running her hands up and down one of her legs. She looked up warily. Like any highly trained warrior, she could tell when she'd blundered.
"What part, I wonder?" Natalie mused aloud. "Is it these?" Under the guise of washing herself off, she ran the slippery, oil-like material over her breasts, leaving them shiny and glistening—and, taking a page from Cheri's book, she made sure to bounce them up and down for her audience's viewing pleasure. "Or is it this that's so distracting to you?" Sliding her hands down her stomach, she ended with her cock in both hands, working the liquid around in long up and down strokes. Naturally, her body responded: it wasn't more than a few seconds before she swelled to full mast, and she stroked up and down several tis more than necessary for the magical fluid to do its job.
As expected, Vanetta took much longer than she should've to tear her eyes away and stamr out a response. "Of course you being naked is distracting," she huffed. "That doesn't an anything, it'd be the sa for anyone. Will you stop jerking yourself off and get dressed?"
Which was a fair enough retort; Natalie didn't have a good counter to it. She laughed and pulled her hands away, pouring another glob of the cleaning liquid out so she could continue cleaning her body the proper way. Her cock twitched slightly at being teased and denied, but she'd been satisfied more than enough tis in the past hour for it to soften without too many complaints.
She had gotten her answer, anyway. It had been obvious which of the two actions had drawn her attention more. Vanetta clearly liked the figures of other won, but it was her special weaponry that flustered her the most.
After wiping away the ss of the event prior and donning her armor, she walked over to Vanetta, who was fiddling with the last of her straps and buttons. Her gear, being more than a collection of skimpy tal underwear plus gloves and boots, took longer to equip. She blinked as Natalie was suddenly in her space, but she didn't pull away, stiffen up, or look at her with genuine wariness. Which spoke volus about how far the two of them had co in the past week—a realization that brightened Natalie's mood considerably. Vanetta still eyed her, sure, expecting sothing to happen, but she had let her guard down by now. Natalie expected that wasn't a feat many people could brag about.
"You're obviously avoiding talking about it," she said, settling her hands on Vanetta's hips. "But I'm going to ask anyway. I didn't go too far, earlier? You're good?" She leaned in, bringing her face close enough their noses were nearly touching, and while she enjoyed the way Vanetta's cheeks reddened, that wasn't her goal—she was studying the other girl's reactions.
"I said to be gentle, and you weren't," Vanetta sniffed. "But I guess I can forgive you."
The easiness of the response set her at ease. "Sorry, I couldn't help myself." She ant it. Though, at the sa ti, part of why she hadn't been able to restrain herself from going all-out despite it being Vanetta's first ti was because of how much she had seed to be enjoying it. Natalie really did believe that if her partner had acted in a way that suggested it was too much, then even her primal instincts at the ti would have cald down in response.
Vanetta shrugged. "It's whatever," she said.
"No regrets, then?"
"Regrets?"
"We were caught up in the mont. I don't want anything of yours that you don't want to give." She'd said that a number of tis, but it deserved repeating.
Vanetta's chin lifted. "I said it was fine, you don't need to keep pressing. I'm more than capable of keeping a level head in the middle of a heated … encounter. We all are. Well, so of us more than others."
A 'heated encounter'. It was, of course, amusing for her to draw that parallel to combat. And also valid. Caught up in the situation or not, delvers were maybe the most prepared people in the world to make sound decisions in frantic situations.
"And I guess I was holding off for a while, anyway," she muttered, looking away. "We've been here a week, and I've only just now let you … do that. Most people adapted faster to the City. I've been wasting a lot of our ti."
Natalie was already shaking her head. "Take it at your own pace," she said for the hundredth ti, and even grabbed Vanetta's chin to turn her so their eyes were eting. When Vanetta finally nodded in response, Natalie smiled. "But I'm glad to hear you enjoyed yourself," she teased. "I also did, for the record." Stealing a quick enough kiss the other girl couldn't reciprocate, she pulled away. "So," she said. "If our current standard is 'we can only do stuff that we've already done before', does that an …?"
Vanetta, flustered from the heartfelt assurances, took a second to understand—and her expression flattened. "Are you asking if that's on the table, now? From here on out?"
"Aphrodisiacs are common, from what we've seen," she replied, shrugging. "I need to know how hard to fight it. Whether that was a one-ti thing."
Vanetta put a hand across her face and sighed. "How do you go from sweet to perverted so fast?"
"I'm a woman with simple motivations."
"Isn't that the truth?" Wiping that hand down across her face, she gave her a look that suggested she was the filth collected on the bottom of her boots—yet there was also a hint of twitching lips, belying her amusent. She didn't give a direct answer, which didn't surprise her. Obviously, she couldn't outright say that another ass-fucking was fine. Her pride wouldn't let her. "We have more important things to talk about," she announced instead. "Multiple. First, the prize at the bottom of the dungeon. And your sponsors. I think I've put it together, it would be hard not to. So. Elida's the sa, isn't she? Sponsored by a goddess?"
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