Explosive Finales

“I’m r-ready, John!” He took a deep breath, trying to mentally prepare himself this time so he didn’t turn into a bumbling stammering mess of incoherent noises.

He was, at the very least, partly successful. “You look stuntacular! Uh, I-I mean stunning, or spectacular. One of those. Not that you’re not both! I just only intended to say one, but I was thinking both and they jumbled together, and oh my god, you’re so hot-” He stopped himself before he said anything that might upset her enough to leave him. Fortunately, her smile seemed to have grown at the compliment, rather than the usual look of disgust he received when he complimented a girl.

“I’m… I’m glad you like m- it so much. The outfit, I-I mean.” She averted her eyes from him, apparently no longer as sightless as he had thought she was.

Where the last outfit had appealed to a particular part of him, influenced and encouraged by the vast amount of media depicting adorable girls in maid outfits, this outfit? This one didn’t appeal to any particular fetish, like that did, or even a general style that was popular in media and pop culture. No, this outfit was attractive because it simply oozed pure sexuality, pouring off Velvet’s slight frame in a metaphorical fog so thick that it felt like he could almost see it.

It was attractive lingerie that she wore, for certain. A set of lacy bra and panties, joined together like some kind of leotard by various crossing strips of lace. Tights going up her legs that were almost more transparent than translucent. Around her shoulders, attached in some way that was inscrutable to John’s perception, laid a gauzy robe that hung down to her knees, clearly designed to be worn open. All of it in a deep seductive red that contrasted so sharply against her porcelain skin, making it pop in a uniquely delicious way.

“I, uhm, I probably won’t keep this on. It’s… it’s actually really comfortable, the bits that actually touch my skin, but I-I don’t think it’s very, uh, practical?” She giggled slightly, assumedly from the thought of running around the dungeon in what she was wearing. “...Do you… want to feel it? T-t-the fabric, I mean.”

John slowly looked at Velvet’s face first, processing that she had actually just said that. He then took what felt like a very long moment and looked properly at the fabric in question. There was literally nowhere to touch it that wasn’t on her tits. Was she actually asking him if he wanted to fondle her chest? He moved his eyes to her face, where a blush graced her face stronger than any he’d ever seen, even in the past ten minutes or so. Despite being unable to actually see, her face was looking away from him shyly, which only served to emphasise how adorable and - screw it, these were his thoughts, she couldn’t hear them - how fucking sexy her face was right now.

“Can I?!” A part of him internally cringed at the pure excitement in his voice, but that was drowned out by the potential of what was in front of him.

And, more than that, it was washed away entirely by Velvet’s own expression of nervous and aroused excitement. “G-go ahead… please.”

He reached out his hands, unsurprised at the way they trembled. He had thought, once, a time that felt so long ago, that he had already been blessed by some greater being, simply for the sight of her wonderful breasts releasing from their deceptive fabric prison. He had been so very mistaken, he realised, as his palms made contact with those glorious globes of soft, giving jiggle.

Velvet let out a tiny moan as his hands pressed into her chest, just a little harder than he meant to, and John had never heard a more erotic noise in the years of his borderline porn addiction. He reduced the grip, never fully releasing her tits, the noise reminding him of the actual reason he was supposedly groping Velvet’s chest.

She hadn’t meant to moan like that, but… she’d been totally unprepared for just how good it would feel! That first grab, his fingers sinking into the flesh of her tits, released a flood of sheer pleasure that overwhelmed her for a moment. It felt like pure undiluted arousal flowed straight from his fingertips. She’d never felt such a raw, overpowering lust before in her life. Gaia, all the man was doing was touching her breasts, and through a layer of fabric no less, but she doubted that she’d be able to match the feeling if she had an enchanted vibrator on her clit. His touch was ambrosia, and she never wanted it to end.

And the best part of it all? After that first grab, which barely stayed the line between pleasure and pain, his aura flashed with such an intense worry for just a moment. Just for that moment, the ocean of lust that surrounded him was suppressed because he thought he had hurt her. His grip loosened, and her heart swelled even if her pussy wanted more.

Then, none of her could complain about his treatment. John reduced his grip, never fully releasing her chest, and began to slowly rub his skin across the silky smooth fabric. Despite its quality, it began to brush against her hardened nipples, following the careful circular motions his hands made. Velvet bit her lip, holding in the moan that begged release, even as her eyelids began to drift half-closed and her eyes struggled to focus on the magic around her.

It just felt so amazing. Like any teenage girl would, she had discovered masturbation, though she had been later than most. But it had never held any real appeal for her. She could hardly watch porn, and she absolutely wasn’t going to source any erotic novels in braille whilst her father could find them. She had never reached the height of pleasure that she could feel now. She could feel how her pussy was slick with arousal, her face felt hot from blood rush. She was suddenly quite glad that this was a barrier, not a real store, because she couldn’t leave these panties here after soaking them so thoroughly.

John was saying something, but she’d lost the ability to focus on it, the pleasure building in her nethers simply too great. Then, he shifted his grip slightly - feeling a different part of the fabric maybe? - and his thumb rested right on top of her nipple, pressing directly into it, then sliding off.

All she could manage was to stop the moans from being audible as she came.

“T-this fabric, it’s, uh, it’s really smooth, isn’t it?” John didn’t think Velvet could even hear him right now, but he kept up appearances, just in case, even as he took advantage of the opportunity she’d granted him.

The way her boobs just gave way to his grip, malleable and soft, was one of the most intensely arousing things he’d ever experienced, and he was quite proud of the self-control he had over the erection that battled with the strong weave of his jeans.

There was an edging to the cups of the bra that seemed to be made of a thinner lace, and in the spirit of keeping to the excuse, John shifted his grip, feeling the edge with his fingertips. As he did so, he noticed three things. The first was how hot her skin was as he brushed against it, raising goosebumps on the porcelain surface. The second was the hard nub that was her nipple, protruding into the bra, and now directly to where his thumb was resting. The third was the reaction that sliding his thumb away prompted.

As the nipple was released, Velvet’s figure went rigid, her pink lips going pale from pressure as she held back noise. She sharply inhaled, and then her body shook, her eyelids flickering as her sightless eyes rolled back, small gasps escaping her teeth. Then, her muscles relaxed, and she momentarily swayed on the spot, before regaining proper control of herself.

Now, he was obviously no expert, but… she just came, from nothing more than a little fondling, unless John was massively mistaken. And it was fondling he had given. He had made her cum.

…

‘Okay, chill the fuck out, John, this is not the time to get all egotistical, save it for a fantasy later. Now is absolutely not the time to propose she helps you out. She can do that herself, don’t push her. Wait, I’m still holding her-’ John released the blind girl’s near-naked chest, taking a step back from her.

“Yeah-!” He cleared his throat, once again cursing the crack in his voice from anxiety. “Yeah, uhm, the, uh, the fabric is really nice, isn’t it? You should, uh, keep that one. But m-maybe get something else that, uh, uhm, covers m-m-more?”

Velvet nodded quickly, and far too many times, her face still red, and John spun around, looking away.

It was a little awkward, now. She had changed again in silence this time, and he hadn’t broken that. He didn’t want to embarrass her any more, and honestly speaking, he wasn’t sure what he wanted to say, even if he did want to talk. Instead, they both kept quiet until Velvet quietly spoke again after changing, “...A-all done. Does this l-look… good?”.

John turned around and felt his jaw drop again, as a knife plunged into his chest. Metaphorically, of course, because he was still a virgin, after all. In all its woollen glory, John realised what that mess of wool he’d grabbed had been. It was nothing less than a virgin killer sweater, and Velvet was wearing it, with relatively little else. It clung to her figure just closely enough to be enticing and attractive, without highlighting her figure as if it were skintight. Instead of looking wildly out of place on the shy blind brunette, it simply looked classy and tasteful, the show of skin doing nothing but enhancing that. A pair of stockings clung to her legs, and she wore her old shoes. She clearly wasn’t one hundred percent comfortable with the panels of missing fabric, but… “You look… beautiful, Velvet.”

A happy smile came to her lips, and a gentle pink blush suffused her cheeks once more, “Thank you, John… I think I’m going to go with this one. It’s still not, um, quite appropriate for fighting in? But I, uh, I don’t think we’re going to find better in this store.”

John looked around again at the displays of bras, panties, and innumerable other accessories, all designed to highlight the female form rather than conceal it. “...Y-yeah. You might be right there.”

She giggled. “So, where do we go now?”

John frowned a little. “I’m… not quite sure. Out of the store, first? And then have a look around for anything of note, I guess. Maybe I’ll get another quest or something for the dungeon?”

Naturally, as he said that, a message popped into the air in front of him.

Dungeon Quest!
Follow the blue tiles, and find Erica to complete the dungeon.