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[Illusion]: Progression advanced from 1 to 2.
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[Illusion] - ACTIVE. PROGRESSION 2. jure a {moderately} powerful audiovisual mirage to distract or fuse an oppo.
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As expected, progressing Illusion from oo two had resulted in the adjective ‘mildly’ shifting to ‘moderately’. Thus far, even simple illusions had been difficult tle—fshes of light, mild misdires of her on or stance, being the most she could manage.
The exception being, of course, the … lewder implementations of the skills. But Natalie had far from settled oher she’d ever use those in bat against other students. It had proved effective against Sofia, but … well, she didn’t o detail why she hesitated using them against other people.
Natalie informed Jordan of the ge.
“Huh,” Jordan said. “Wanna try it out?”
"’t. Someone might se. I’m not good at c my tracks.”
To the various spellcasting csses—of whiatalie had uedly bee one—spells burst ience, pinging to any nearby mage’s sciousness, in much a simir way of a loud the training facility, nobody would think twice about the effect, but at the barracks, it could pique i and have someone seeking the in of the spell out. Because why would someone be casting ihe barracks?
A more petent mage could dampen the obviousness of a spell, but Natalie … Natalie wasn’t an experienced spellcaster, for all she’d made strides in the past week, and could now, if clumsily, ie [Illusion] into her standard bat flow.
Jordan chewed her lip, then nodded. “Okay. We’ll hold out on that. Do it at the facility, not here.”
Natalie thought that smarter, too.
But, with the opportunity to demonstrate moved down the li meant the time had arrived for her st skill to be upgraded.
Heavy onry.
“Sammy’s going to be so fused,” Natalie said, the amusing thought esg her lips without much forethought. “A few extra inches arriving out of nowhere is going to … catch her off guard.”
Jordan quirked an eyebrow, but, as she’d made redundantly clear, Natalie’s involvement with irls didn’t bother her. “I suppose it depends on how much it grows.”
Because it would grow. Her skills gave hints what [Advance] would do to them, and with Heavy onry, the emphasis was, hiriously, on her {6}—the size of her on. Progressing the skill would make her cock bigger.
Natalie’s css was bizarre even on the basest level, but this, she felt, was the stra of all. Why? Why could she grow her cock size as she progressed?
Though, she wasn’t upset, either. She’d pted, early on receiving her css, that if she were forced to have something like this between her legs, then she’d prefer it were a monster. Why nht? The idea excited her.
And, by Jordan’s ied look, the flush growing on her cheeks, her, too.
“I’m guessing you want to watch?” Natalie teased.
“Your raining session is ing up,” Jordan said. “Might as well toss that skirt down.”
Though Jordan had been jerking her off for past week, things hadn’t gotten as heated as that first enter. Meically, yes, and the events were still scaldingly intense. But not that raw, burniion of the first. That robably for the best.
Grinning—and cheeks flushed—Natalie did as asked. She stripped down, springing forth six hard inches of girlcock. Jordan watched, cheeks likewise darkening. Natalie had learned, by now, that her best friend had an infatuation with her cock. Even her normally-stoiposure couldn’t hide that.
But ptonically. Jordan was infatuated with her co a non-romantic way. Best friends with bes.
“Go ahead, then,” Jordan said.
Natalie realized she’d been showing herself off for a little too long. Right. Time to advahe skill.
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[Heavy onry]: Progression advanced from 1 to 2.
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[Heavy onry] - ACTIVE. PROGRESSION 2. Css-bearer is granted a {8-inch} on to satisfy and harvest al Energy from chosen targets.
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The sensation was strange. Heat coursed through her lower half, radiating aloiffened length. She watched, with wide eyes—Jordan doing the same—as her cock thied and expanded. From her previously moderate length, a new—and true to the skill’s name—piece of rew. Eight inches. Proportionally thick. It throbbed between Natalie’s legs, the veiny and angry member so desperately at odds with her soft thighs and feminine build.
Jordan was equally entranced. She stepped forward, eyes wide, cheeks pink. Her smooth digits ed around Natalie’s cock, an instinctive motion, uo help herself.
“Wow,” she breathed. “That’s a … that’s a det improvement.”
“Improvement?”
“Not that you weren’t enough,” Jordan corrected. “Just … wow.”
Natalie gripped her friend’s waist, then tugged her in. Her cock pressed against her stomach, sandwiched between them. “But there’s a lot more for you to enjoy, now.”
“Yeah.” Jordan’s hand stroked between their bodies, caressing Natalie. “But did it do anything else?”
“Another be?” Natalie asked. “Well … no. But it might be hidden.”
Skills didn’t always detail their full funality. Plenty of hidden effects, or bonuses, could be led in a skill, though not explicitly stated.
“Once we’re done, we o test emp your illusion,” Jordan said. She had locked intense greeo Natalie’s own, which had, as always, seized her, both body and mind. How were they seous? The most incredible things she’d ever seen?
Like, in a best-friends kind of way.
“But for now,” Jordahed, leaning close, brushing hot air against her face as she spoke. “Just enjoy yourself. You’ve worked hard, and I tell you need some relief. Let me take care of you.”
“And after, me you?” She found she wahat more, somehow, than Jordan’s deft fingers and powerful grip. Getting to bury her head between her friend’s thighs and taste her slick excitement was a huimes better than being pleasured herself.
Again—in, like, a ptonic way.
“If you’re feeling generous,” Jordan said, a smile teasing her lips. “I’d appreciate that. But you first.”
Natalie closed her eyes, basking in Jordan’s grip. Her hands dipped from Jordan’s waist, down and back, squeezing her ass and pulling her in a few inches closer, so Jordan’s tits were pressed into her own. “Okay. Me first.”
She drifted away, Jordan’s breath on her face, and her hand stroking away at her cock.