7.119 - Coliseum III

"My, it's easy to rile you up," Elida muttered past Natalie's cock tip. "You're really getting into this."

Elida refused to let Natalie take full control, because a hand quested up to grab Natalie around the base of her cock, fingers overlapping Natalie's own.

But Natalie swatted it away. "Nah. You'll sit there and take it. Hands in your lap."

She didn't want Elida to feel like she was in control of the situation. That ruined half the enjoyment she was getting from this.

Elida gave her an indignant look, but obeyed.

Slowly urging her hips forward, she pushed herself into Elida's lips, those soft curves yielding to split open and allow her cock to slide delicately in, brushing against her closed teeth. A small jerk forward had Elida's cheek bulging outward and her green eyes widening in surprise. Natalie laughed in satisfaction, pulling back and angling her hips to jerk in and bulge the other cheek out.

She looked up at the screen above them. The image was framed and displayed from the perfect angle. Somehow, seeing her cock stuffed into Elida's mouth from a different perspective was twice as arousing as looking down and seeing it through her own eyes.

Or maybe it was the reminder that everyone was watching. "Bet you never thought you'd be in this position," Natalie murmured, slipping a hand into Elida's hair and pulling her head back—then forward, in tempo with the light thrusts that had her cheeks popping out so beautifully. "Must be embarrassing, for a stuck-up bitch like you."

Elida pulled back, and Natalie reluctantly let her. Her mouth free of cock, she replied, "As much as I would love to let you waste your question, I'm acting in good faith. So you might want to ask it before you get carried away."

Natalie paused, then flushed. The warning had been aptly timed, because the next words out of her mouth likely would have been a rather degrading question to taunt her.

"You seem like the sort of moron who would make that mistake," Elida added.

The gratefulness vanished. Elida's eyes sparkled with antagonistic amusement. She was doing it on purpose—goading her, when she had all the control. What was wrong with this woman?

Natalie slapped Elida's face with her cock. Rubbing the heavy mass around, she dragged her saliva-coated member across Elida's features, leaving the see-through strings clinging to her.

"Thanks for the reminder."

It had the desired effect. Elida's eyes flashed with fury, and she opened her mouth to no doubt deliver some vitriolic retort, but Natalie used the opportunity to shove herself back in. Elida's words cut off with a gag as Natalie's hips found a slow rhythm, repeatedly bumping against the back of her throat. Elida's hands shot up, as if to grab at Natalie and make her slow down, but they froze and dropped a second later. A refusal to show weakness.

Smirking at those angry green eyes, Natalie mulled over the issue at hand.

A question, with its truth guaranteed. It was hard to formulate a proper one with her cock dipping in and out of Elida's mouth, making the apparently inexperienced—who would have thought?—woman gag even with the light bumps.

The experience reminded her of Cheri. An interrogation while fucking. Something similar had happened with Malice too. How did she end up in this situation so often?

She supposed Elida needed warming up anyway, so she gripped the girl's head and rudely used her, mulling over the problem with the remaining twenty percent of her brain. She occasionally pulled out to smear more saliva across her face, her makeup running as tears watered her eyes.

At most, Natalie would only get two questions. She needed to choose carefully.

She could ask for everything she knew about the Passions, and while that could be valuable, it could also be a waste. Natalie might already know more thanks to that talk with Cheri. She could ask for the details on Elida's class, but that also didn't matter as much as something else.

She needed to know her motivations. Would they be enemies when Natalie declined her party invitation? The woman seemed to be hoping she would say yes, still, though she had to know the odds were slim to none.

How did she condense a question down to get as much information as possible?

She supposed she could save the question until after she'd had her fun with Elida, but Natalie knew herself. She would slip up in the heat of the moment, and she would rather not waste this opportunity by growling out, 'Yeah, you like that, don't you, you dumb bitch?'

Even if the resulting answer might be endlessly entertaining. And perhaps illuminating.

So, best to get it out of the way.

… She could also put a pause to rubbing her cock on Elida's face and thrusting into her mouth, giving her time to properly formulate the question, but, no, actually, she couldn't, she was a victim to her urges as always. The Passion of Lust had chosen her for a reason.

"What are your short- and long-term motivations?" Natalie asked. As an afterthought, testing if she were allowed, she added, "What are you going to do with the power your class is giving you, specifically?"

Surprisingly, Elida laughed.

"That was the question I was hoping for. And I see you're a greedy woman—two questions? It seems the Coliseum doesn't object. I can feel the compulsion to answer, though I suppose it's because they're linked so closely. Just an extension of the previous." She hummed, then began, "As I said, Natalie, you clearly have some misconceptions about me."

"Do I? My conception is that you're a massive, egotistical bitch."

Through their expeditions in the City of Eros, the two of them had put on mutual facades of friendliness—or rather professionalism, since Elida seemed incapable of avoiding barbed comments entirely.

They had both decided to drop the act, here and now.

"Oh, that part is perfectly correct. Don't labor under the delusion that I'm unaware of what I am, or how I act. Nevertheless, we need not be enemies. Not true ones. Even if you're idiotic for not seeing how much we could accomplish together."

"What does 'not true enemies' mean?"

"I only have one real motivation, Natalie, and we're only enemies if you get in my way. My Passion chose me for a reason, as yours did you. You've heard it before—everyone in Valhaur knows it, repeats it ad nauseam. Us Parda-Halts, we're vile sorts. Wicked all the way to the bone."

She laughed, and the sound unnerved Natalie. She knew Elida's response was coming, the truth for why the Passion of Rage had chosen her, and she almost didn't want to hear it. It wasn't going to be pretty. How could it? Rage wasn't a pretty emotion.

"What shall I do with this power I've been given?" A shiver went through Natalie at the look in those green eyes. "Why, deliver a comeuppance. Nothing more, nothing less." She smiled. "I'm going to cut off my father's head and burn this wretched House to the ground."