Chapter 24

“In my defense,” Jordan said. “I didn’t know you’d create this much of a mess.”

Natalie stayed collapsed on the closed toilet seat, unable to move—the heat that had washed through her had left her immobile, exhausted. Jordan’s humping hips had drawn something out of her she’d never experienced.

“Right,” Natalie said. “And what did you think would happen, again?”

Her skirt was horribly stained. It radiated from her mid thigh and down to between her legs, some of the squishy darkness even reaching over to her other leg. Jordan had stirred it around with her motions. And, she was right. Natalie had cum a lot. More than even in the shower, which had already been more than normal—not that she would know, but sheesh, it made a mess.

How couldn’t she have put out more than usual? When it’d been Jordan making it happen?

“And I figured having you finish might give more energy,” Jordan said. “That’s why I did that.”

Her cheeks were flushed. Natalie thought it was an odd reasoning, but she accepted it instantly. “That makes sense,” she said. “But look at my skirt, Jordan.”

“Look at my pants,” she pointed out. “I hardly escaped.”

Jordan’s uniform pants were stained, if not remotely as much as Natalie’s skirt. Fuck, that was Natalie’s cum covering Jordan. The idea thrilled through her, almost intense enough to start hardening again, despite how thoroughly she’d been milked.

“But it’s fine,” Jordan said. She started unraveling toilet paper and stuffing it down her pants. She dabbed at the dark spot, working at collecting the wetness. “Mine isn’t horrible. Once it dries, I’ll go grab one of your other skirts, and you can change. We’ll be fine.”

Natalie started cleaning herself up. However mind-blowing that finish had been, it had resulted in a horrible inconvenient situation. Did cum stain? It had to. Fuck, she was seriously soaked down there. If it did stain, then Natalie was down a skirt.

After having cleaned themselves up best they could, Jordan leaned against the stall wall. Natalie stayed seated. She was still a bit shaky.

“So,” Jordan said. “Gotta wait things out, let it dry. Guess we can talk in the meantime.”

Talk? Natalie froze. Talk about what?

“How much energy did you get?” Jordan asked.

Oh. That. Not ... anything else. Not ‘them’. Were they really ignoring what had happened, though?

Well ... Natalie supposed there wasn’t anything to talk about. Just another session to help Natalie earn energy. It’d gotten carried away, but not for any special reasons. Just some lust. They were only human.

Carnal Energy: 18

Natalie’s eyebrows went up. “Wow,” she said. “Eighteen.”

“Four times higher yield,” Jordan said. “Think it’s because ... you finished?” She gestured at Natalie’s crotch. “That was what I was testing, after all.”

There was a nervousness to Jordan’s words, distinctly uncharacteristic. Natalie ignored it.

“Maybe.” Natalie huffed. “No baseline. But still, four times more is pretty good.”

Jordan’s tension eased, Natalie not addressing her flimsy excuse for what had happened. “It was a good choice to rush for that upgrade, then.”

“We thought it would be.” Obviously, advancing the skill that earned energy for other skills would be the best choice from an efficiency standpoint. Sure, Natalie had been given no additional strength, as she might have gotten by upgrading her illusion skill, but it meant she could advance other skills faster, now. “Do we go straight for the third tier?”

Jordan bit her lip. “I wouldn’t think you can just keep rushing it over and over. You’ll want to work on other skills. I bet your next upgrade will take much longer, but the others are still cheap.”

“To encourage even distribution.”

“Yeah. Maybe you should—”