6.08 – Invigorate I

6.08 – Invigorate I

Jordan stood and collapsed next to Sofia, breathing hard herself—though obviously not nearly as much as the gasping wreck of a girl next to her. Sofia had been seriously wrung out. Natalie sympathized; she knew firsthand that Jordan was a devil when it came to using her mouth.

But still. That fast? Less than a minute, with only a bit of foreplay, Jordan dragging her around and showing her cock off to the rest of their team? That had to be a record, even for Sofia.

Slowly, Sofia stumbled back into consciousness—or at least awareness of her circumstances, hazy blue eyes clearing up. Her gaze flicked between Jordan, who grinned at her, and Natalie, who smirked. And of course, Liz and Ana too, their spectators.

Sofia paled.

"I— I—" she stammered. "That isn't normal. I don't know what— I think it's more sensitive. Natalie did something to me. T-That happened way too fast."Neew updates at novel/bin(.)com

Natalie's brow furrowed.

She could tell the difference between Sofia being flustered in a good way—which was most of their interactions—and whatever that was. She was always egging Sofia on, using the collar and their bet to embarrass her, but it was always in a way that obviously excited the repressed girl. Like Jordan showing Sofia off to her audience. Then being pleasured in front of them. Hence why Sofia had been so insanely quick to fall apart.

Except it seemed like Sofia's fast climax had mortified her, but not in the good way. Maybe because Ana and Liz had been watching? And that made it all too much? Or at least Liz and Ana's presence added to it. Because by the panicked looks she sent Jordan and Natalie, she was embarrassed they had seen her quick finish too.

Which was ridiculous. Natalie thought Sofia's hair-trigger was amazing. The ease with which she could take the girl apart was downright intoxicating.

Seeing Sofia panic, an instinctive reaction bubbled up.

"I didn't do anything to you," Natalie snorted, playing the reaction off for Sofia's sake. "Jay is just a succubus. And you're new to having one of those." She smirked at Sofia's softening cock. "I lasted about that long the first time, too."

Sofia froze. "You did?"

Definitely not. While her first few encounters had been overwhelming thanks to the new sensations, she hadn't lasted thirty seconds.

Jordan shared a look with her, also obviously knowing that was false. In fact, her first time with Jordan's mouth had been a rather long, drawn-out, brutal affair in which Natalie had seriously abused that tight hole. Not remotely the relatively tame teasing—sensation-wise, at least—that had happened here.

Natalie swatted Jordan's hand away, who retreated, laughing.

"We do need to test if the mouth counts as 'finishing inside' for [Divine Invigoration]," Ana commented. She turned her calm brown-eyed gaze to Liz. "So I do agree. Now is the ideal time. And you're the preferred target."

Liz gaped at Ana, then Natalie, squirming in her seat. "S-Seriously?" she said. Her eyes flicked to the train cabin's door. "But we're in public."

"That excuse didn't work for Sofia," Jordan tutted. "And it won't work for you."

"But..."

"But what?"

"I mean, I am a Beaumon," Liz mumbled. "I'm just saying."

Natalie blinked. Liz basically never brought her family name up. But Natalie supposed that she, Sofia, and Jordan behaving inappropriately inside a private train cabin and risking someone barging in was one thing, but a member of the royal family? It was a fair point. The risk was much higher—or at least the consequences.

But, despite Liz's words, Natalie saw the way Liz's breaths started to come faster, lips parting as she began panting loudly into the air. The way her eyes dilated as they locked to Natalie's own.

Did that concept—her reputation, mixed with the potential of being caught—do something for Liz?

Maybe she wasn't so different from Sofia.

Except in Liz's case, she genuinely did have a lot to lose. The Beaumons were one of the most respected families on the continent, and Liz's actions reflected on them all. Getting caught would be a hundred times worse for her than it was them.

But Natalie could tell by the look in Liz's eye that she was waiting for her to insist.

Slowly, Natalie grabbed the hem of her skirt, then flipped it up, bunching it to her stomach—revealing her ten-inch cock straining inside her panties. It twitched lewdly inside the delicate fabric, jumping in excitement—and making Liz, whose eyes had immediately locked to it, also jump.

"If you're quick," Natalie said. "Less chance of getting caught. So you better get to work, huh?"