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."
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.
Slowly, a smile appeared on Jordan's lips, which she quickly wiped away. But it was no less beaming for how brief it had been. As if Jordan was ecstatic that Natalie had jumped to Sofia's defense.
Though, of course Natalie had. Teasing Sofia in a way that she liked was one thing, but putting her into a real panic? She would never do that.
"Yeah," Natalie said, snorting. "I had some time to come to terms with it, too. Plus I didn't have an audience." She gave Sofia an amused look. "I'm surprised you didn't fall apart right away, honestly. I might've."
"And, like I said," Jordan added, bumping Sofia's shoulder with her own, "I've had some practice since I first got my hands on Nat." She laughed. "I'm glad it's paying off."
"Oh," Sofia said.
"Speaking of our audience," Natalie said, facing the other side of the train car. "Liz is looking a little worked up, don't you think?"
"W-What?" the royal squeaked, not having expected how everyone's attention to turn to her. "W-What do you mean?"
"You're breathing pretty hard. All we were doing was training Sofia's collar. You weren't thinking lewd things while you watched, were you?"
"Of course not!"
"You weren't enjoying the show?"
"No! I mean, um, not that it wasn't—that you three aren't—I just—!" Liz huffed and crossed her arms. "You're teasing! That's not nice."
To Natalie's side, she felt Sofia relax. Her breathing slowed, and not just because she was coming down from her high but because the genuine bit of mortification was fading. Whether because Natalie had assured her that she'd fallen apart similarly fast her first time or because Natalie had distracted everyone, she had successfully diffused the situation.
"You know," Jordan said. "Now would be a good opportunity to test out Natalie's skill. Might be the only chance before the quest, since we don't know what's gonna happen when we get there."
Jordan leaned over to poke at Natalie's crotch, who twitched in surprise.
"And it's not just Liz who's worked up. Look how much Nat is leaking," she laughed. "She doesn't like being neglected." Jordan grinned, rolling her finger around to tease at Natalie's cock tip—which had, unfortunately, leaked a dark spot of precum into her skirt. "Or maybe she liked the show that much, too. So you're not alone, Liz."
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?"