3.29 Post Date II

3.29 Post Date II

Zoey looked down at her cock, where a thick metal ring was wrapped around her shaft’s base.

Rosalie’s ‘request’. What she was cashing Zoey’s open-ended promise for. The cock ring was finally seeing its day.

“It gets bigger with every prevented orgasm,” Rosalie said. “I ... I want to see what the limit is.”

Whatever spell had washed over Rosalie and made her take charge had passed—she blushed and stuttered over the explanation. She even provided her usual justification.

“Out of curiosity, of course,” Rosalie huffed. “I’m interested because of how strange it is.”

“I get the feeling,” Zoey said dubiously, still looking down, and too concerned for her own well being to tease Rosalie’s flimsy excuses, “that ‘suppressing’ a bunch of orgasms is going to be ... uncomfortable.” Torture, more accurately. There was edging, and then there was magically induced edging.

“Well. You did promise me.”

“Because I had a pretty girl begging me to breed her. I was under duress.”

“I did not beg you. You begged me.”

“Is that how you remember it?”

Rosalie huffed and looked away.

“And,” Zoey added, “you’re that much of a size queen, now? I know you like it, but fourteen inches isn’t enough?”

“As if,” Rosalie said stubbornly. “I’m just curious.”

“Uh huh. It’s Delta and the dungeon trap, isn’t it?”

Rosalie’s attention snapped to Zoey. She gave Zoey a look so disgusted that Zoey might actually have been worried, if she couldn’t see through the act so easily.

“You want to be stuffed silly,” Zoey grinned. “I seriously doubt it’ll get that big ... but maybe enough you can get a taste. A precursor.”

She crawled forward across the bed and pushed a strand of Rosalie’s hair to the side. She’d undone her ponytail, splaying out her platinum tresses in the way Zoey liked best.

“I’m thinking that gel we got from the last shard might be able to recreate the stretchiness potion ... and maybe something that makes me bigger, too. But I guess this is a good hold-off until then. Hopefully my skill can make things work.” She kissed the cheek of a furiously blushing Rosalie who wasn’t meeting her eyes, then said, “but since you’re torturing me, I get to pick our positions.”

“That’s a fair compromise,” Rosalie mumbled.

“Good. Then, here you go.” Reaching into her inventory, Zoey pulled out a silver stud.

Rosalie blinked at it. “Oh. That?”

[Stud of Oral Ecstasy]: Uncommon. Transforms the user's mouth into an erogenous zone.

“That,” Zoey grinned. “Do you need help?”

Rosalie frowned as she took the item. “No.” She undid the clasp and, in a bout of nonchalance that had Zoey both impressed and horrified, stabbed her tongue through with the bit of metal. She downed a few swishes of a health potion to heal the puncture.

“Yeah, that’s fair,” Zoey said. She bit Rosalie’s lip, eliciting another groan. “Just stop being so easy to play with. I get distracted.” She leaned back on bed, shuffling off Rosalie’s lap, and laid down. Her cock stuck up into the air, and Zoey gestured at it. “Now, get your pretty little mouth to work.”

Rosalie flushed, but did as she was told. Zoey knew by now that Rosalie liked being teased—and even insulted, to a point. She wasn’t sure how much, and was worried over pushing that boundary. Certainly, that night at the hotsprings, one of their first encounters, Zoey had degraded her rather thoroughly, and she’d loved it. But how far could she take it where Rosalie still was having fun?

Choking and slapping? It was probably something best talked over explicitly ... but if Zoey handled it well, working into it, she could find out through Rosalie’s reactions. The problem with asking directly was, Rosalie’s words, intentions, and wants rarely lined up. She was definitely a tricky partner to manage in bed.

Or in general, she guessed. But Zoey wouldn’t have it any other way.

Rosalie crawled across the bed, laying down so her face was a few inches from Zoey’s cock. Zoey reached down and gripped herself, then slapped Rosalie’s face with it. Rosalie made a noise of protest, but Zoey only followed up with: “I said get to work, cock slut.”

Rosalie flushed, but leaned forward, obeying instantly. She paused right before wrapping her lips around Zoey, though, as if realizing something. Her eyes flicked up to meet Zoey’s, and she smirked.

Right ...

Zoey couldn’t cum. Literally couldn’t. Rosalie could very, very easily get her revenge, if she felt like Zoey was disrespecting her—however much she obviously liked it.

Still smirking, Rosalie sank down on Zoey’s cock. Zoey guessed she’d done this to herself.

Zoey groaned at the sensation of wet pressure wrapping around her length, and so did Rosalie, having had a cock shoved into her mouth-pussy for the first time. The vibration of Rosalie’s noises of pleasure washed through her. Rosalie’s entire body shook as her mouth-pussy was crammed with girl cock. She pushed herself down eagerly, wanting more.

“Look at me,” Zoey murmured, stroking a hand through Rosalie’s hair. Rosalie’s eyes had fallen down to Zoey’s stomach, focused on her task, and her own pleasure. Her blue gaze went back up, locking with Zoey’s, and Zoey sighed. “You’re so gorgeous it hurts, Rosie. I hope you know that.”

Rosalie paused, then pulled off Zoey’s cock. “First it’s ‘get to work, cock slut’, then it’s, ‘you’re so beautiful’?” Despite Rosalie’s attempts to sound in control, she was blushing furiously ... even more so than the insults had caused.

“Both can be true.” Zoey raised an eyebrow. “And I didn’t say to stop, did I? Get down there, cock slut.”

Rosalie huffed, exasperated, and returned to her efforts.

A half-minute of sucking later, Rosalie pulled off again.

“I forgot something,” she said. She was breathing hard, and looked upset for having had to pull Zoey’s cock from her throat. She gripped Zoey’s cock and lined up her hand to its base. She marked the position with her thumb, then moved her hand up.

Though she was perplexed at what Rosalie was doing, she was distracted by something else: the bright red lipstick marks that Rosalie’s efforts had left on her cock. They were scattered in various places, smudges of red against her skin. Shit, she could get used to seeing that. Just another perk of an already amazing date.

“Perfect,” Rosalie said. “I have my measurements.” Without fanfare, she took Zoey in her throat again.

Zoey put two and two together. So, Rosalie wanted to see how much Zoey grew with every ‘repressed’ orgasm. Would it even be a spurt, or would it happen slowly, the longer Rosalie kept Zoey hovering near a peak? She’d be finding out soon. Rosalie’s sloppy efforts and gagging noises were quickly drawing Zoey to that boiling edge.

Her situation hadn’t fully settled in. The upcoming torture. Everything felt normal so far ... and the building orgasm felt familiar. Nothing amiss. What would happen, when she reached that peak? She’d just be stuck there? Or would the feeling pass, the ring eating it, and returning her to a more reasonable level of pleasure?

Zoey didn’t think she was in for the more pleasant of those two options. And by the determination on Rosalie’s face, she was hoping Zoey wasn’t. She wanted to see Zoey squirm and whine.

Which, fair. Zoey wished there was an item she could use on Rosalie with a similar effect. The things she’d be able to get Rosalie to say ... she might actually die from shame, when she came down.

Though, the mirror, Zoey thought. There was a way to get a cock on Rosalie—just with Zoey’s body. She might have to ask Delta to borrow it.

Zoey stared down her body as Rosalie choked on her cock. She was in for some torture ... but for now, she sighed and enjoyed the sight.