3.18 Settling Down

3.18 Settling Down

Zoey had mentally prepared herself for Delta using her ‘night out’ as thoroughly as possible, but she had underestimated Delta’s stamina. Zoey spent the better portion of two and some hours squirming on her bed, humping air in a way that provided no friction—or, no additional friction—but being unable to help herself. It was torture, in the best and worst interpretations of the word.

She was, at least, spared from Rosalie watching the event. Even by the time Delta’s enthusiastic night out ended, Rosalie hadn’t returned to their shared bedroom. She had set out into Treyhull with a laundry list of plans, apparently.

A half-hour after Zoey stopped being magically pleasured across half a city, Zoey heard giggling and stumbling coming from outside her door, and Delta’s loud, unmistakable voice. They’d gotten rooms next to each other, for convenience, when they’d re-checked into the Guild’s living quarters.

Zoey cracked the door, peeked out, and sure enough, Delta was fumbling her key into the lock, accompanied by two girls. One had black hair, and the other, auburn.

It didn’t take a leap of deduction to know these were who Zoey’s cock had been stuffing not an hour ago. Zoey wasn’t sure how to feel about that.

Delta flashed her a grin. “Hey, Zoey. Just stopping by to clean up.”

“Who’s this?” the dark-haired woman asked. She seemed embarrassed to have company; she appraised Zoey hesitantly. Which was fair, considering the state she—or all three of them—were in. Looking the way they were, Zoey wouldn’t have wanted to be seen either.

Zoey leaned against the doorframe, studying the three. They’d come to clean up? Was that the truth, or was Zoey in for even more torture? Had Delta lugged her hook-ups back to her room for rounds ten through fifteen?

“Zoey, my teammate,” Delta explained to her partners. The lock she was fumbling with finally clicked open. Delta said to Zoey, “We won’t be loud, don’t worry. Seriously, just here to clean up. Apparently Suzi didn’t want her roommates seeing her like this.” A grin. “I can’t imagine why.”

‘Like this’. Yeah. As Zoey had already noted, the black haired girl was in a filthy state—completely unfit for public. She was coated in dried cum. Maybe someone who didn’t know to expect it wouldn’t have noticed, since they’d at least half cleaned up, and the stains were indistinct ... but they’d missed plenty, and Zoey did know what to suspect.

And, it was funny to Zoey that it was the black-haired girl that didn’t want to ‘show up home in her current state’, considering how Auburn-Hair was in much worse condition. Black-Hair, at least, could mostly have passed in the dark and nobody would have noticed the stains on her dress—and face. But Auburn-Hair’s shirt, jeans, face, and hair were so much worse. The cum was visible caked on. Zoey’s cum. And she was grinning at Zoey, wearing the filth like a badge of pride, knowing that Zoey knew what it was.

Christ. Delta really knew how to find them, apparently.

They’d walked through Treyhull looking like that? She guessed it was dark out, but still. Color Zoey impressed ... talk about shameless.

“Uh huh,” Zoey said. “You won’t be loud.”

“We won’t,” Delta said. “For real.”

“Teammate?” Auburn-Hair interjected—it seemed aimed at both Delta and Zoey. Delta’s introduction had made Auburn-Hair look at Zoey in a new light ... and she’d already been looking appreciatively.

Zoey was appreciative, too. Delta had found two gorgeous women to spend the night with. Which made sense. Delta was beautiful, confident, and, while a bit too quick to speak her mind sometimes, that same cockiness went a long way. At least in a casual sort of setting, like girls looking for one night stands.

“Yep,” Delta said. “Teammate. C’mon, let’s get you two cleaned up.” She tugged her two girlfriends into the room, then popped out, briefly, to toss Zoey’s cock at her, which Zoey fumbled in surprise. “And thanks for the loan. But we’re done with it.” Delta’s door closed behind her.

Zoey blinked. If she’d relinquished Zoey’s cock, then maybe they really were done for the night. They had certainly looked spent. Either way, her end of the bargain had been fulfilled. She’d have some peace.

She inspected her softened cock for a few moments, that usual disorientation washing over her—that she had her own disembodied cock in her hands. Not something she could get used to overnight, was it? She shook the feeling away, then vanished the linking plate into her inventory.

“I believe I told you in the first shard,” Rosalie said, focusing on the mirror and not Zoey, “that the compliments are ridiculous. If you need to be taken care of, just tell me. No need to ... butter me up.”

Zoey grinned. She leaned off the door frame and approached Rosalie, wrapping her arms around her stomach and putting her chin on her shoulder. “For a politician, you’re really transparent.”

Another huff. “Transparent how?”

“You say ‘take care of me’, like you’re not itching for it too.”

“A curious theory. You do tend to have those.”

Zoey let her hands dip lower, then sneak under the hem of Rosalie’s shirt and start fiddling with her jean’s waistband. With a deft motion, the button popped open. “So, you’re saying you don’t want to?”

Rosalie quickly grew flustered, Zoey’s toying with her pants setting her cheeks pink. Her voice was steady, though. “The alternative is dealing with your lecherous looks and excessive flattery, isn’t it? Might as well sate your appetite. It’s for my own sanity.”

“Mmm,” Zoey said, grinning at Rosalie through the mirror. Her eyes shied from Zoey’s. Zoey’s fingers teased her underwear’s waistband, now, not her jean’s, and Rosalie’s breath started came faster. She was excited—anticipating what was about to happen.

“Well,” Zoey said, fingers abruptly stopping their adventuring. “Either way, there won’t be any of that tonight. We’re keeping it strictly chaste.”

“What?” Rosalie’s response was as surprised as it was affronted. Affronted—Rosalie actually sounded offended at Zoey’s unexpected statement. She reined the reaction in, but it was too late; Zoey grinned at her, and Rosalie’s pink cheeks flared red at how obvious she’d been. “What do you mean?” she said, forcibly casual, wrestling for her composure back.

She’s so cute.

“Yeah,” Zoey said. “Nothing’s happening tonight, so don’t even try it, you succubus. Cuddles, and that’s it.”

“But—but why?” Again, Rosalie flushed at her own response. “Not that a night of uninterrupted rest sounds unpleasant ... but it’s uncharacteristic. So I’m curious.”

“Well, you see,” Zoey started.

Rosalie waited.

“Tomorrow’s date night.”

Rosalie blinked.

“So I’m saving myself. I’ve got this feeling I’m gonna get lucky at the end ... so I wanna be in top shape.”

If Zoey had thought Rosalie’s flustered state had been cute before, her clumsiness at the mention of a ‘date’ was twice that. Rosalie couldn’t even seem to find a response. She finally settled on the wholly ineloquent, “Ah. I see. That’s—that’s fair reasoning, I suppose.”

“Which means you’re showering by yourself,” Zoey said, kissing the side of Rosalie’s neck. “I wouldn’t be able to help myself.”

That said, she left Rosalie with a firm smack to the butt. Zoey laughed and tugged the bathroom door shut behind her, Rosalie’s protests coming several seconds too late—still flustered from the announcement.