2.26 Delta’s Turn

2.26 Delta’s Turn

Hilariously, Zoey and Rosalie hadn’t noticed what Delta had just done. When Delta returned from cloud-nine from having stuffed about a bucket of her own cum down her throat, Zoey and Rosalie were just finishing up. They came to climax together, and, a short moment later, she saw the two girls collapse—then stir to consciousness, the body-swap taking place.

They have no idea I just face-fucked myself. It was amusing for a reason she couldn't fully place. And the smallest bit relieving. Delta wasn't a shameful person, but something like that ... well, she'd own it if she had to, but the teasing from Zoey would’ve been brutal.

"Took you long enough," Delta said.

"Hnnn," Zoey complained. "I can't believe I have to go two more times."

"You're complaining about too many orgasms?" Delta put a hand to her chest in mock-offense. "We're only good for a few, are we?"

Zoey eyed her. "I'm tired, okay?"

"Hm. Then sit back and enjoy yourself. I'll do all the work." Delta didn't want Zoey taking charge, anyway. If she had a cock, she wanted to be the active participant. While having someone ride her sounded amazing, the idea of pinning Zoey down and fucking her into oblivion sounded a hundred times better.

Zoey considered the offer. "You know ... that doesn't sound half bad."

Delta crawled toward her, grinning.

Zoey blanched. "Hey. Give me a second, won't you?"

"Nope," Delta said. "Been waiting long enough." She pushed the other girl down. Zoey's orange hair splayed out, and she adjusted the tail trapped underneath her.

The movement was awkward enough it made it clear she hadn't accustomed herself to her biological changes. For that matter, Delta hadn't either, even if she'd been wearing Rosalie's human body before she had Zoey's. Human ears were weird. And not having a tail. Keeping her balance had been ten times harder than normal.

Delta split Zoey's legs open with her hands, baring Zoey's pussy—my pussy?—to the air. Zoey blushed, her knees closing instinctively, before slowly opening up again at Delta's insistence. Earlier, Zoey had said Not-Zoey—back when she'd still been wearing their personalities accurately—had become far more timid when she'd lost her cock, and the change of the dynamic. It seemed the same was true here. Rêạd new chapters at novelhall.com

She’s a switch, Delta thought amusedly. Zoey could—and indeed, apparently liked—filling both roles, submissive or dominant. When it came to the blonde girl, Zoey naturally filled the role of a top. But now that Delta was taking charge, she meekly fell into the other role. And it didn’t even seem like an act, but her natural reactions.

Delta was a bit the same way. She could fill either role. Definitely preferred topping, though.

She lined her cock up and tapped it against Zoey's sensitive area, her entire body thrilling with the idea it was her own pussy that Delta was slapping her cock into. It made loud, lewd claps with every impact—Zoey's cock had a lot of weight to it.

"Fuck, this is going to be so amazing," Delta murmured. Tell her two days ago that she'd be fucking herself, in someone else's body, with a giant cock, and she'd understandably have laughed. Shards could be weird, but this went beyond weird.

Delta pumped harder, faster, shaking the entire bed with her violent motions.

Zoey finally started to writhe beneath her, and Delta, unfortunately, couldn't help herself. She let go too. So fast ... it’s not fair ...

The sudden release sent a flood of pleasure coursing through her body, triggering an explosion of orgasmic energy that wracked through her. The force of it made her bite down on her lip, and she almost drew blood as whines escaped her clenched jaw. It felt almost too good to believe. Like a sensation that couldn't, or shouldn't, exist.

Zoey trembled beneath her as Delta pumped torrents of hot seed inside her. Inside Zoey. Inside herself, Delta's own body. I'm breeding myself, she realized with burning-hot clarity. Myself, and Zoey, at the same time. Delta's mind washed with bliss, and as much as the ecstasy was from the sensation of being milked by Zoey's tight pussy, it was the knowledge she was cumming into her own body that had her consciousness erasing, drifting off into an ether of hot, erasing pleasure.

Impregnating herself. Filling her own womb with hot white seed. Every drop—she wanted every drop in there. Her cock convulsed with her desire. She pumped so much into Zoey Delta almost couldn't believe it.

The euphoria faded slowly. With one last pulse, and a finishing slap of lower body against lower body, Delta finished, having emptied every drop out. She fell sideways, into the sheets, abruptly dizzy.

Like had happened before, her vision went white—

And she woke up in her own body, her pussy crammed full of Zoey's seed. It flowed out of her, Zoey having fallen back into the bedsheets too.

Delta came to her senses slowly. She pushed herself up. Zoey’s cum pooled in the bed beneath her. Zoey's cock, used by all three of them at this point, had seriously drenched the thing. Truth told, it was getting a bit gross how covered the bed, sheets, and everything else was. The sheets were squishy.

"Well," Zoey said, staring up at the ceiling. "Did it meet expectations?"

"I'm so fucking jealous," she answered, still coming down from her euphoria. "It's so, so not fair." Delta wanted a cock ... she wanted one so badly she actually felt like throwing a tantrum. Instead, she settled for pouting. Why couldn’t I last longer? Delta had thought she had good control over herself. It’d just been way too sensitive.

"We're all back in our bodies," Rosalie said. Her cheeks were red; she'd spectated plenty of that ... event. "Get up. I have a feeling we're not going to be given a grace period." She was looking up into the rafters of the arena-like room, where Delta realized their spectator—Not-Zoey, Not-Delta, whatever that creature was—had vanished.

She's probably right. Delta groaned as she forced her head to stop swimming. She'd been fucked so thoroughly it was hard to think, and her muscles were sore ... something not easy to accomplish as a second-advancement Wayfarer. Cum still pumped out of her pussy. Why did Zoey have to cum so much?

Though Delta supposed that was her fault, as much as Zoey's. My own cum, pumping out of me. That had been the thrilling thought that had Delta emptying herself so thoroughly.

"It would be highly rude," Delta announced to the air, "to attack us right now. Have some sympathy, won't you?"

A chuckle appeared from nowhere, echoing through the room, and setting the hairs on Delta's neck prickling.

I'm guessing that's a no.

"Time for the final phase," Rosalie muttered.