Dungeons and Dalliances

6.09 – Invigorate II

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.

Yeah. Natalie's assumption had definitely been right. The risk of sullying her family's name was only fueling Liz's arousal. Naughty girl.

Natalie moaned as Liz's soft lips wrapped around the head of her cock. The noble tentatively swirled her tongue around. She tightened her grip in Liz's hair, coaxing her down further.

"Deeper. Like Jordan showed you."

Liz whimpered, the vibrations rippling along Natalie's shaft, and she obeyed. She sank down inch by delicious inch, taking more of Natalie's throbbing length into her mouth. She groaned as Liz's hot, wet throat enveloped her cock. The noble's inexperienced tongue slid sloppily along the underside as she struggled to fit it all inside. Her small hand left the base, going instead to clutch at Natalie's thigh as she tried to get further down.

"Good girl," Natalie panted, rocking her hips to feed Liz more. "Keep it up, I'll fill your pretty royal mouth in no time."

Liz's eyelids fluttered, a shudder going through her at Natalie's use of 'royal'. She whined around the thick cock stretching her lips. Saliva trickled down her chin as she bobbed sloppily, working lower with each lewd motion.

Natalie briefly shared a look with her audience, meeting their eyes in turn with a grin, before looking back down at Liz.

"You're so pretty choking on my dick, Your Grace," Natalie murmured. "Beaumon girls were made to serve, weren't they?"

Liz's movements picked up in eagerness, her body making it clear what she thought of the degrading words. She made needy little whines as she slurped and sucked noisily. Natalie's hips started to buck in shallow thrusts to fuck Liz's mouth properly, unable to help herself. The wet sounds filled the cabin.

"Keep sucking like a good royal cockslut," Natalie murmured. "And maybe I'll even let you—"

Someone knocked at the cabin door.

Everyone froze.

"Snack cart! Can I get you folks anything?" a cheery voice called from the hallway.

For a second, all five of them stayed that way, including Liz, her lips wrapped around the rim of Natalie's cock head, at the peak, just about to bob back down.

Natalie had an idea.

Maybe too risky of one, too presumptive, considering the possible damage to Liz's reputation—or rather, her family's.

But halfway to her climax, having been seriously worked up from a whole number of things, Natalie didn't consciously act so much as she did instinctively. Her good sense was well behind her.

In one swift motion, she grabbed Liz's head with both hands, then manhandled her down, burying the girl's face in her lap. Liz couldn't even let out a proper choke it happened so suddenly, her nose abruptly slamming into Natalie's crotch. Liz's eyes watered and her throat spasmed, but she barely made a noise.

Just as fast, Natalie pulled together an illusion, draping it over Liz's form. To any observer, it would look like Natalie was sitting like normal, fully dressed. Not that she had a member of the royal family kneeling on the ground, sheathing her cock with her twitching throat.

"Come in," Natalie called out. "I'm starving."