"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 reas were uandably varied. Sofia's blue eyes were ically wide, frozen in pce as her attention flicked between Natalie, the cart attendant, then down at Natalie's p, where she knew—but couldn't see—Liz choking on her cock. Jordan had a simir initial respo quickly mastered her expressioher more used to Natalie's rash nature or simply better at rec.

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

  The attendant gave a polite smile, then rattled off a number of snacks, drinks, and even full meals, sihis was a lorain ride than usual, and, as Teudents 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 attentio 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 dowween her legs. Natalie's cock throbbed wildly, threatening to spill its lht then, even without further fri. Liz's throat vibrated as she groahough the sound was swallowed by the illusion.

  Natalie casually reached dolugged Liz's nose just to add insult to injury, the 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 quid easy."

  "Of course, miss."

  She walked Natalie through the avaible options. Between her legs, Liz suffocated as she ran out of air. Natalie hemmed and hawed as she sed 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 deed.

  The attenda.

  The sed 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 a mess of drooling saliva.

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

  Cock-drunk.

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

  Just how perverted was this girl?

  "I 't believe you," Liz murmured, f herself to sit back up, despite not having fully recovered. She grabbed Natalie's cod spped 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 co 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, slidiween her lips ah 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 regur people. And her lewd illusions were always more aodating.

  "That's the point," Natalie grinned back. "Personally, I think our cssmates 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?

  Hiriously, she spped Natalie's coto her face a sed 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 s that idea. "I haven't even gotten started."

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

  The unstated request was so btant 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 pnned.

  "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 ed 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, a back down, slidihick 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 durip yesterday—strained as she worked into a rhythm, her hips jumping up and smming back down, plunging her co and out of Liz's waiting hole. Natalie held Liz's head tight as she took trol of the situation, no lohe one being pleasured, but taking pleasure. Liz leading had been amazing in its ht, but Natalie his. To set her own pace. To fuck the cute royal's throat with her own desperation.

  She started pumping in ear, feeding ten inches of cock down the ight throat. Her hips jumped in a steady, awkward, strained rhythm, hips pulliically 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 . 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. Obse wet slurps and gagging filled the train . She'd always got the impression Liz was way more perverted tha on, but this was crazy.

  "Look at you, taking it so well," Natalie grunted, bent over awkwardly, pig up the pace. Her pelvis spped 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 take way more, 't you?"

  Liz only whined in respohroat 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, fug Liz's face with wild abandon.

  "Gonna … fill you up," Natalie panted, starting to lose coherency, her trol 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 vulsed around Natalie's length, w to milk her dry. Natalie's hips pistoned wildly, the tip of her cock hammering down Liz's stricted throat. She could feel the first tremors of her asm building low in her abdomen.

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

  With o 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 ched. Her whole body tightened like a drawn b for oernal sed.

  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 underh her, but Natalie showed no mercy. Her hips, briefly paused, tiheir assault, bug 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.

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

  Natalie colpsed onto the bench seat, breathing hard.

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