6.10 –  Invigorate III


    "Man, I don''t know about you guys," Natalie said, looking at each of her teammates with a devious grin. "But after skipping breakfast, I could eat half that cart, I bet."


    Their reactions were understandably varied. Sofia''s blue eyes wereically wide, frozen in ce as her attention flicked between Natalie, the cart attendant, then down at Natalie''sp, where she knew—but couldn''t see—Liz choking on her cock. Jordan had a simr initial response but quickly mastered her expression, either more used to Natalie''s rash nature or simply better at recovering.


    Ana, bless her, didn''t react at all. A true stoic. She merely responded to Natalie with a reserved, "I suppose I''m feeling peckish as well." Eyes turning toward the snack cart attendant, Ana asked, "What''s avable?"


    The attendant gave a polite smile, then rattled off a number of snacks, drinks, and even full meals, since this was a longer train ride than usual, and, as T students headed out on a quest, they were V.I.P. guests. Natalie suspected they would fulfill just about any request of theirs, within reason.


    As she went through the short spiel, Natalie''s attention went down to Liz. The royal''s face was squished in by both of her thighs, squeezed firmly by powerful muscles. Liz''s watering eyes were really a devastating sight, situated down between her legs. Natalie''s cock throbbed wildly, threatening to spill its load right then, even without further friction. Liz''s throat vibrated as she groaned, though the sound was swallowed by the illusion.


    Natalie casually reached down and plugged Liz''s nose just to add insult to injury, then met eyes with the snack cart attendant.


    "Hm," Natalie said. "I guess…" she chewed her lip as she surveyed the options. "I guess a sandwich is fine. Something quick and easy."


    "Of course, miss."


    She walked Natalie through the avable options. Between her legs, Liz suffocated as she ran out of air. Natalie hemmed and hawed as she swapped between potential choices. Only when Liz started to wiggle between her legs, genuinely running out of air, did Natalie make her decision. Ana did as well, and Sofia and Jordan declined.


    The attendant left.


    The second the door closed, Natalie released her iron grip with her thighs, no longer pinning Liz''s head between her legs. Liz gasped and pulled off. She slumped down, coughing and sputtering into her hands, her chin a mess of drooling saliva.


    When she finally looked up at Natalie, it wasn''t to re. No. In fact, the expression on Liz''s face struck Natalie silent.


    Cock-drunk.


    The demeaning treatment had left the royal slut … cock-drunk?


    Just how perverted <em>was </em>this girl?


    "I can''t believe you," Liz murmured, forcing herself to sit back up, despite not having fully recovered. She grabbed Natalie''s cock and pped it onto her face, rubbing the saliva-slick shaft up and down her cheek, across the edge of her nose, one eye squinting. "You could''ve gotten us caught," she said past gasping coughs. "What''s wrong with you?"


    "Would you have liked that, Your Majesty?" Natalie asked. "Being caught with my cock in your throat?"


    Liz groaned, rubbing her face even more eagerly into Natalie''s member. "It''s not just my family. What would everyone else think? Back at campus?" She pulled up, lining Natalie''s cocktip to her mouth. She wiggled it around there, sliding between her lips and teeth as she murmured, "I know you have illusions, but it''s still dangerous."


    Against a cart attendant? Definitely not. Natalie could at least excuse her behavior in that regard. Her illusions held up perfectly against other delvers, much less regr people. And her <em>lewd </em>illusions were always more amodating.


    "That''s the point," Natalie grinned back. "Personally, I think our ssmates deserve to know what a slut our cute little Beaumon is."


    Liz shuddered, the word hitting her almost physically. Slut. She liked that, didn''t she?


    Hriously, she pped Natalie''s cock into her face a second time, her body agreeing even if her mouth wouldn''t. "I''m not…" she murmured. "I''m not a slut. And you''re being a bully."


    "A bully?" Natalie snorted at <em>that </em>idea. "I haven''t even gotten started."


    "You haven''t?" Liz breathed. "Why not?"


    The unstated request was so tant it sent a thrill through Natalie.


    Liz wanted more?


    Natalie could definitely make that happen.


    Fire thrilling through her veins, she stood. Liz shuffled down the short room aisle, moving with her. Happy to set up for whatever Natalie had nned.


    "Give them a good view," Natalie grunted, holding Liz''s head as she set up in a new position. Liz seemed to intuit what she wanted—for all she was inexperienced, she was a quick learner. Liz craned her neck upward as Natalie perched overtop her, standing as she lined her cock up to the kneeling girl''s lips.


    Slowly, Natalie lowered her hips, letting her cock slide vertically down into Liz''s throat—in a perfect view for the rest of the train cart. Their audience of three. She slid into that tight tunnel, imagining the way it had to bulge from Sofia and Jordan''s perspective.


    Then she lifted herself back up, and went back down, sliding her thick rod into Liz''s squeezing throat. The motion was awkward, with Natalie standing and Liz kneeling as they were, but that just excited Natalie more. Her leg muscles—sore from the dungeon trip yesterday—strained as she worked into a rhythm, her hips jumping up and mming back down, plunging her cock in and out of Liz''s waiting hole. Natalie held Liz''s head tight as she took control of the situation, no longer the one <em>being </em>pleasured, but <em>taking </em>pleasure. Liz leading had been amazing in its own right, but Natalie needed this. To set her own pace. To fuck the cute royal''s throat with her own desperation.


    She started pumping in earnest, feeding ten inches of cock down the noble''s tight throat. Her hips jumped in a steady, awkward, strained rhythm, hips pulling vertically up until just the tip dangled between Liz''s lips, before plunging down again, bulging Liz''s slim throat out for their audience.


    Liz gagged loudly as she was used, eyes rolling back, drool dribbling down her chin. But she didn''t resist, just let Natalie use her. Like the eager fucktoy she was. Natalie was nearly impressed by how well she took it. Obscene wet slurps and gagging filled the train cabin. She''d always got the impression Liz was way more perverted than she let on, but this was crazy.


    "Look at you, taking it so well," Natalie grunted, bent over awkwardly, picking up the pace. Her pelvis pped lewdly against Liz''s face with each brutal thrust. "How''s this for bullying?" She snorted. "Or is this abuse not enough? Not for a proper Beaumon slut? You can take way more, can''t you?"


    Liz only whined in response, throat stuffed too full of throbbing dick to form words. She held onto Natalie''s thighs even as she thrust. Natalie''s climax rapidly approached, pleasure coiling tight and hot in her core. She snapped her hips faster, fucking Liz''s face with wild abandon.


    "Gonna … fill you up," Natalie panted, starting to lose coherency, her control slipping. Saying whatever came to mind. "Swallow every drop. Be a good cockslut. There you go. Good girl. Keep it going. Almost … almost there."


    Liz''s throat convulsed around Natalie''s length, working to milk her dry. Natalie''s hips pistoned wildly, the tip of her cock hammering down Liz''s constricted throat. She could feel the first tremors of her orgasm building low in her abdomen.


    "Almost … th-there…" she repeated through gritted teeth.


    With onest gasp, she yanked Liz''s head up into her, dragging her entire body up, burying her cock to the hilt. She held the noble''s face mashed tight against her lower stomach, cutting off her air, as Natalie trembled there, half crouched over, no longer even thrusting. Just enjoying the girl''s spasming throat as she ran up to the edge of that cliff.


    Liz gurgled desperately, throat muscles spasming and fluttering along Natalie''s embedded length. She gripped Natalie''s thighs, eyes rolled back, tears leaking down her reddened cheeks. The sensations stoked the fire in Natalie higher.


    She threw her head back, jaw clenched. Her whole body tightened like a drawn bowstring for one eternal second.


    Then the dam finally burst.


    Hot pulses of Natalie''s seed erupted deep in Liz''s stuffed throat. Each burst jetted directly down into her stomach. Liz choked and writhed underneath her, but Natalie showed no mercy. Her hips, briefly paused, continued their assault, bucking wildly, pumping her entire heavy load into the helpless royal cockslut''s throat.


    Some part of her, somehow, remembered to activate the skill. [Divine Invigoration]. The whole reason behind all of this.


    When thest dribbles of seed finally tapered off, Natalie straightened out with a groan, feeling dizzy. Liz slumped forward, coughing and gagging, a zed look on her wrecked, saliva-sloppy face.


    Natalie copsed onto the bench seat, breathing hard.


    "Fuck," she groaned. "That was way too good. Beaumons really <em>are</em> something else."