2.11 – Illusion Training II

2.11 – Illusion Training II

Shame rolled through Natalie even as she stroked herself. This ... wasn’t okay. Not entirely. Making an illusion of Tess was taking things too far. Right? The counter argument—that it wasn’t much different from imagination—held some validity. But either way. Natalie’s eyes shouldn’t be crawling so hungrily across Tess’s body. It was wrong. Kind of?

Unfortunately, the shame only excited Natalie further, titillating her. Fuck, Tess was so perfect. Was it Natalie’s mind polishing the details? Her imagination, making her perfect? Tess had a great body—Natalie could tell that thanks to the tight Tenet uniform—but this amazing?

Take it off.

Tess finished unhooking her bra, then shimmied it off, tossing it to the side, where it vanished into the ether. And so Tess stood there in only her panties, body otherwise bared. Natalie watched, admiring with a hungry gaze, stroking up and down her cock, before mentally instructing:

Give me a show.

Would a command like that work? Natalie was shocked the illusion had interpreted her commands so fluidly. The illusion was listening to her—receiving commands and performing them without guidance. And Natalie’s mana was draining slower than it ought to. It had to be because of her class’s aspect. Lust. Even as aroused as Natalie was, the ideas flickered through her mind, piercing the haze and the pleasure of her stroking hand. It was a big discovery. How useful, or practical, of one? She wasn’t sure.

Later, she’d put more thought into it. For now, she enjoyed herself.

Tess obeyed. Her expression remained mostly passive, except for a quirk of her lips, as if she was amused at Natalie’s lewd request. She began to sway her hips, a slow, sensual rhythm that had Natalie’s heart pounding in her chest.

Her eyes scoured Tess’s curves as she moved—her breasts, her hips, her toned stomach. Tess’s hands traced up her body, ending at her tits, which she cupped and bounced for Natalie. Natalie groaned, jerking herself off faster, basking in the heat pooling between her legs, curling in her stomach. Fuck, Tess was so perfect.

Tess’s hands dropped back down, to her lingerie panties’ waistband, which she teased taking off—dipping the fabric down, but not revealing herself, only the first hints of pubic hair and a mound. Natalie stifled a second groan, her pleasure building rapidly. How couldn’t she, being teased like that? Her hand went to her own tits, cupping through her shirt and squeezing. Natalie panted loudly as her hand stroked her length.

Fuck. It’d felt so good, though.

And been so messy. Natalie wrinkled her nose, the twitching high finally fading. She got to work cleaning herself up. Her legs were shaky from the heat that had coursed through her.

The bathroom door creaked open, then closed. Quietly. As if someone had been taking care to not make noise. Natalie froze in place, straining her ears. Nobody walked in to accompany the sound.

She peeked beneath the stall door to confirm; no feet anywhere in the tiny bathroom.

Someone had just left, not entered. And Natalie ... hadn’t been quiet.

Whoever it’d been, they’d heard. The knowledge seared through her. Oh, fuck. Even peeked? Had they peered over the stall wall and seen her? Natalie had been so lost in pleasure she wouldn’t have noticed. Clearly. She hadn’t even heard someone enter.

Fuck.

Natalie squeezed her eyes shut.

Well.

What in the world was she doing about that?