Chapter 218

Liz’s eyes widened, locked on Natalie’s exposed panties—or more specifically, the way they were straining upward. The royal swallowed, her small chest rising and falling rapidly as she stared at the bulge. Natalie could practically see the gears turning in her head, trying to decide if this was really happening. Whether she was going to obey. But the flush creeping up Liz’s neck told Natalie all she needed to know about the girl’s interest.

“I guess that’s true,” Liz mumbled.

Liz slowly rose from her seat across the cabin. A few short, dainty footsteps carried her over until she was in front of Natalie. She knelt down. Up close, her nervousness was even more apparent in the way her fingers twisted together in her lap. But her gaze didn’t waver from Natalie’s panties, taking in the monstrous bulge there.

Emboldened by how easy it had been to spur Liz into action, Natalie shifted her hips invitingly. As strained as her cock was, it nearly escaped its prison by itself.

“C’mon. You know what to do,” Natalie murmured. “Jordan just gave a lesson, didn’t she?”

Liz swallowed. Her slender hands shook slightly as she reached for the waistband of Natalie’s underwear. She tugged downward with surprising urgency, freeing Natalie’s thick length in one swift motion. It sprang upright, the head bobbing inches from Liz’s face.

“Oh, wow,” the royal breathed. A bead of precum was welled up, there. She stared at it, panting.

Unable to resist teasing the noble, Natalie grinned and said, “You don’t need help, do you?”

Liz shook her head clear, breaking her brief trance, then leaned closer, nostrils flaring to take in the thick, musky scent of Natalie’s cock from a few inches away. The royal’s delicate hands trembled as she hesitantly reached out to wrap her fingers around Natalie’s thick shaft.

She swallowed, looking up at Natalie with wide eyes even as she obediently started stroking up and down. Her face was fully crimson by now, chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.

“It’s ... so big...” she whispered. “I don’t think it’ll even fit.”

Reaching down, Natalie tangled her fingers in Liz’s soft hair.

“One way to find out.”

Biting her lip, Liz gave a tiny nod before leaning in closer. With agonizing slowness, she extended her tongue and dragged it up Natalie’s cock, ending at her tip, tasting the bead of precum that had formed there.

Natalie exhaled through her teeth at the stimulation, her back arching slightly. She was seriously pent up—watching Jordan toy with Sofia had put her on edge. Liz might not have to work all that hard to get her reward.

At Natalie’s easy reaction, Liz grew bolder, trailing her tongue up and down the underside of Natalie’s cock, leaving a glistening trail of saliva. Her hand pumped in slow, loose strokes, grip tentative, motions hesitant.

“That’s it, Miss Beaumon,” Natalie breathed. “Keep it going. Don’t wanna risk anyone walking in, do we? Gotta be fast.”

Using Liz’s surname had the effect Natalie had hoped. Or maybe it was the reminder of their circumstances, the risk of being caught. The girl’s eyes fluttered, and she groaned loudly, lips vibrating against Natalie’s cock head.