6.10 – Invigorate III

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 were comically wide, frozen in place as her attention flicked between Natalie, the cart attendant, then down at Natalie's lap, where she knew—but couldn't see—Liz choking on her cock. Jordan had a similar 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 available?"

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 Tenet 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 available 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 glare. 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 was this girl?

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 slapped 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 one last 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 the last dribbles of seed finally tapered off, Natalie straightened out with a groan, feeling dizzy. Liz slumped forward, coughing and gagging, a glazed look on her wrecked, saliva-sloppy face.

Natalie collapsed onto the bench seat, breathing hard.

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