Chapter 219

“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?

“I can’t believe you,” Liz murmured, forcing herself to sit back up, despite not having fully recovered. She grabbed Natalie’s cock and slapped 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 cock in 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, sliding between her lips and teeth 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 regular people. And her lewd illusions were always more accommodating.

“That’s the point,” Natalie grinned back. “Personally, I think our classmates 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?

Hilariously, she slapped Natalie’s cock into her face a second 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 snorted at that idea. “I haven’t even gotten started.”

“You haven’t?” Liz breathed. “Why not?”

The unstated request was so blatant 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 planned.