Dungeons And Dalliances Ch 220 229

6.10 - ❤ Invigorate III

"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.

"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 craned 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, and went back down, sliding her thick 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 dungeon trip yesterday—strained as she worked into a rhythm, her hips jumping up and slamming back down, plunging her cock in and out of Liz's waiting hole. Natalie held Liz's head tight as she took control of the situation, no longer the one

being

pleasured, but

taking

pleasure. Liz leading had been amazing in its own right, but Natalie needed this. To set her own pace. To fuck the cute royal's throat with her own desperation.

She started pumping in earnest, feeding ten inches of cock down the noble's tight throat. Her hips jumped in a steady, awkward, strained rhythm, hips pulling vertically 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 chin. 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. Obscene wet slurps and gagging filled the train cabin. She'd always got the impression Liz was way more perverted than she let on, but this was crazy.

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

Liz only whined in response, throat 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, fucking Liz's face with wild abandon.

"Gonna... fill you up," Natalie panted, starting to lose coherency, her control 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 convulsed around Natalie's length, working to milk her dry. Natalie's hips pistoned wildly, the tip of her cock hammering down Liz's constricted throat. She could feel the first tremors of her orgasm building low in her abdomen.

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

With one last 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 clenched. Her whole body tightened like a drawn bowstring for one eternal second.

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 underneath her, but Natalie showed no mercy. Her hips, briefly paused, continued their assault, bucking 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.

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

Natalie collapsed onto the bench seat, breathing hard.

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

are

something else."

6.11 - Considerate

For a bit, everyone caught their breaths. Particularly Natalie and Liz, of course, but everyone in the secluded train car was blushing and a bit worked up, after Natalie's thorough abuse of the petite royal's throat.

Afterward, Natalie pulled out her vial of cleansing liquid and worked on making herself presentable again. That particular escapade hadn't been especially dirty, not by the standards of

some

events, but the rather eager way Natalie had grabbed Liz's head and used it to her content had left some stray saliva and cum in a variety of places. Even if not just to keep their clothes from staining, but for smell too. They

were

headed for a quest briefing, and she doubted there'd be a chance for a shower in the meantime. Thank the heavens they'd gotten the magical cleansing liquid. It solved a lot of logistical problems.

Eventually, Liz spoke up. "You weren't kidding, Jordan," she groaned, a hand resting on her stomach. "She puts out so

much

. I feel full. People aren't supposed to cum that much, are they?"

"Another benefit of having a goddess as her patron, I guess," Jordan laughed. "But yeah. It's really something."

"Did it work?" Ana asked, taking the breaking of the silence as an indicator that she could speak herself. "Did the spell take hold?"

Sofia huffed. "Give her a second to compose herself, at least, won't you?"

Ana pursed her lips, eyes meeting Sofia's briefly, then landing back on Liz's. She didn't press, though her obvious interest went nowhere.

Liz laughed at the girl's plain impatience. "Yes, it worked, Ana," she said. "I guess the skill's wording was vague for a reason." She blushed, then stammered out her next words. "Which means won't have to go even further to cast it. So that's good."

"Don't sound

too

disappointed," Jordan laughed.

"W-What? Why would I be disappointed?"

"Why would you be sad that Natalie doesn't have to use a

different

hole to activate her skill? Hmm." Jordan tapped her lips as she feigned trying to come up with a reason. "I wonder."

"S-Shut up. Anyway," Liz choked out. "Um. Yes. It worked." She focused on Ana desperately, talking business to escape Jordan's smirk. "And it's really strong. It'd probably be a lot more noticeable on one of you all, having

physical

stats boosted, but even I can feel it. My spells are going to be way stronger. It's a shame we have to wait to test it."

"It says it gives a 'massive' boost, so probably a lot," Ana commented.

"There'll be a chance in town, eventually," Liz said.

"Slated as a two-to-three day quest, so yeah," Natalie said, deciding to spare the poor girl by also joining in with the practical discussion. "There's gonna be plenty of downtime."

"Wonder what the quest is, anyway," Liz said.

Natalie shrugged. Tenet tended to provide pretty minimal descriptions of the various quests they assigned—rather, they'd be briefed upon arrival to their destination.

From there, the heated atmosphere of the cabin dissipated. The five of them settled in for a more regular sort of friendly bonding—chatting about what the following days might have in store for them, and other idle things. With this being a several hour long train ride, that conversation naturally tapered off, and soon the five of them were passing time in whatever ways they wished. Which for everyone except Natalie, and strangely Ana, meant pulling out a textbook to catch up on the academic requirements of Tenet.

At some point, Natalie stepped out from the private cabin to head to the restroom, and Sofia followed after her.

"Nat?"

Turning around, Natalie gave the girl a curious look. They were alone in the hallway, between private cabins. Speaking quietly, they wouldn't be overheard by anyone.

After a moment of chewing her lip, Sofia said, "Thanks for what you did back there, by the way."

"What I did?" Natalie asked, brow furrowing, not immediately understanding what Sofia meant. "I, uh. Did a lot, 'back there'."

Sofia blushed and glanced away. "I don't believe that you were... as fast, your first time. You lied about that. Because I was embarrassed by it."

Natalie briefly hesitated, uncertain whether she should insist on the point—but she didn't want to lie, especially when pressed. And she thought Sofia's reaction had been primarily because of her audience, Ana and Liz, not Natalie.

She doubly didn't want to lie because it would imply that Sofia's quick finish somehow

wasn't

okay, or that it

was

something to embarrassed about. Which Natalie thought was stupid. She'd planned on bringing it up herself, honestly, if perhaps not so soon.

"Yeah," Natalie said. "I wasn't. Not that it matters how fast or slow you go." She snorted. "Honestly, I think it's cute how quick you finish."

"Cute?"

"And hot."

"Hot?"

Natalie laughed. "I can't get enough of it. It's

insanely

hot."

Sofia stared at her, mouth slightly open, her face flaming. "N-Natalie. Don't be disgusting."

"I'm serious."

"Really?"

"Does it

sound

like I'm joking?"

Sofia's face reddened by several more shades as she stared at her. Eventually, she glanced away. "Oh. Well. Okay. I guess that's good, since I can't really control it." She cleared her throat. "Even so, I don't know

why

I can't," she muttered. "It's not fair. I mean. Really. Was it even a minute?"

Natalie shrugged. "To be fair, that situation was a bit overwhelming. When I first got mine, I had some time to work into things. Didn't go straight to Jordan using me to put on a show in front of my friends." She laughed, then hesitated. "We didn't go too far, did we? Too fast?"

"No, it was all part of the stupid collar, anyway," Sofia said dismissively, waving her hand. "The only

problem

was that I couldn't keep control." She huffed. "Seriously. Less than a minute. Ugh."

Natalie searched Sofia's face. That brief panic she'd seen had definitely given Natalie some concern. "I can tell when you're having fun," she said slowly, thinking it was probably best to broach the subject explicitly, "even when you're doing your whole fake protesting thing." She frowned. "But if I interpret something wrong, I expect you to tell me. You will, right? Don't let me get carried away with something you're not okay with. All the bullshit of our 'bet' and the collar aside. Be serious with me for a second." She knew Sofia would much rather

not

be forced into answering a question like that, since she was desperately clinging to her excuses for her own sake—something Natalie could sympathize with—but after that hiccup, she'd prefer Sofia say so outright.

Sofia froze, Natalie's bluntness catching her off guard. She briefly seemed like she was going to protest, to revert to her usual act and demand Natalie explain what in the world she was talking about, but instead, she eventually huffed loudly.

"As I told

Jordan

," she said, crossing her arms and not meeting her eyes, "I am perfectly capable of standing up for myself, should I need to. Who do you think I am? What opinion do you have of me? Have I

ever

been incapable of stating my mind? Much less to

you?"

Definitely not. That was why Natalie liked to tease her so furiously—because she

knew

Sofia. The only way the prim image-obsessed girl would let Natalie walk over her was under the guise of 'oh, we have a bet'. Sofia enjoyed their entanglement, but only

secretly

.

Nonetheless, Natalie was relieved to have it confirmed. As obvious as it was to both of them, maybe she should have aired it out earlier. Just to be certain.

A different part of what Sofia had said stuck out, though.

"Jordan? What do you mean, like you told Jordan?" Had the two of them already had a talk like this? When had

that

happened?

Sofia froze. She obviously hadn't meant to let that slip—though it didn't seem like some huge

secret

, either. "Anyway," Sofia coughed, not so subtly sidestepping the question. "Enough of that. I just wanted to say thank you. It was... considerate of you." She eyed her. "Which is rare."

Natalie snorted. She wasn't 'considerate' to Sofia for some very intentional reasons. And not just because Sofia was annoying and deserved it—but because the pervert obviously got off on it, too.

"Oh, yeah," Natalie said, remembering something. "By the way, the bet's coming to a close soon. Week's almost over." Right as the quest would be coming to a close, as a matter of fact. "Hope you know what that means."

"Hm?"

Natalie grinned.

"Just be ready," she said, squeezing Sofia's shoulder. "I like to end things with a bang, if you know what I mean. What do you think all the training and lead-up has been for? To

not

fuck you stupid?"

Laughing, Natalie left Sofia standing there, sputtering in disbelief.

6.12 - Arrival

Soon enough the train had pulled into the station, and Natalie and her team stepped off into Tarenhelm.

Tarenhelm was a small city, tiny compared to Aradon, though it was still many, many times the size of Natalie's hometown, which might not even show up on all maps. Natalie mused at how much her standards had adjusted after living in a place like the capital of Valhaur. The bustle of the receiving station was nearly placid in comparison to Aradon.

A guide greeted them as they stepped off the train, a short, distinguished-appearing man with brown hair. His eyes flicked across Natalie's group before landing, and sticking, on Liz. Immediately, the man began to ingratiate himself with her. He spared a few perfunctory attempts to introduce himself to Natalie and the others, but it was clear his attention was primarily, if not wholly, focused on Liz.

For a few moments, Natalie was perplexed by the man's behavior. How quickly he had started trying to endear himself to Liz. Why he was treating her like... well, royalty.

Of course, that thought cleared things up.

Because Liz

was

royalty.

Despite just a few hours ago having played into that in a very lewd way, Natalie had almost forgotten. Most people at Tenet treated Liz fairly normally. Not just because they were around her every day, but also because Tenet in general was crawling with nobility. But out here? In an unimportant town several hours from Aradon? The name 'Beaumon' came as much more of a shock.

It was weird to be

contextually

reminded of Liz's status. Of her placement in the most important family in Valhaur. Someone only slightly removed from the King himself.

Natalie had become friends with a girl from the actual royal family.