6.27 – A Disoriented Fox III

6.27 – A Disoriented Fox III

Delta's heart started to beat faster. She didn't know why it had taken her so long to come up with the idea. To realize what she could do with a self-controlled, tangible shadow of herself.

Probably because she had more important things worry about. Trapped in a foreign room inside the d'Celestin palace, separated from her teammates, and in a current limbo of a situation, with no idea how things were going to progress, how to use her newest ability in a lewd way should be the last thing on her mind.

But at the same time, Delta was pent up from the day prior. Rosalie had been such a taskmaster the last shard that Delta had only gotten off once. And that'd been with the wall-pussy. Since even during the recharging sessions, Maddy had been the primary focus. While Delta had been plenty involved, she hadn't actually gotten much 'taking care of' herself. She'd been perfectly fine with that: it'd been partly her choice. Teasing herself and delaying gratification was plenty of fun. But, like she'd said, it had left her pent up.

That fire reared its head again, abruptly, the rush of arousal nearly making her dizzy. She raked her eyes up and down her clone's body in a whole new way. She had admired her curves once already, but this time, she admired them far, far less chastely.

She took in her clone's body.

Her clone's busty, fuckable body.

Again, briefly, she wondered whether lusting over herself was some form of egoism. She shrugged and didn't think about it too hard.

Though ... she really did have more important things to be focusing on. Despite her excitement by the wonderful idea that had popped into her head, she was in an unknown scenario, separated from her teammates. Experimenting with her shadow should wait for later.

But impulse control had always been at the bottom of her list of virtues.

Maybe she would be fast about it?

Tackling problems with a clear head was for the best, anyway, right?

Look at that: she could even justify her inability to control herself.

Her breath started to come faster. Delta's eyes flicked up and down her clone. The shadow stared back at her impassively. No emotion.

Gently, Delta stood and placed her hands on the woman's hips. On her own hips. She crept upward slowly, sliding across her curves, before cupping two handfuls of the foxgirl's breasts. Overtop firm leather armor, there wasn't much give, but she gave a squeeze nonetheless.

The shadow shivered in response. Delta grinned at that. The shadow's eyes had tracked her movements, earlier—it was autonomous to some degree. It reacted to stimuli. Stimuli like having her tits played with. Probably, she would react in all sorts of manners. Delta could control it manually, but also had some life of its own.

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The mixing of sensations, simultaneously giving and receiving, existing in two bodies at once, flooded Delta's mind with dizzying gratification. Heat blossomed out from between her legs as she worked faster. She ground her hips against her free hand, aching for release, as her tongue danced over her shadow's slick folds.

She wondered what it looked like from the outside. To an observer. Delta writhing in the throes of ecstasy, head buried between the legs of her exact shadowy copy while greedily licking and sucking at her sex. Their bodies grinding against each other in a hypnotic rhythm. Really solidifying the accusations of narcissism, Delta groaned in excitement, the image sending a shudder through her.

She emerged for air with a gasp. She quickly rolled onto her back and scooted up the bed. The clone, upon her command, replaced her, situating herself between Delta's thighs. She was so impatient that she struggled to give commands properly—and instead just grabbed her own face and shoved it down against her aching pussy, pushing her hips up and squirming to get some friction against her shadow's soft mouth. Dizzily, Delta closed her eyes and focused on taking control of her clone, needing that tongue inside her this very instant.

She gasped as her duplicate obliged, swirling her tongue around her clit. This time, not a shadow of a sensation, but the real thing—shadow flesh against her own core. The shadow's silky black hair tickled her inner thighs. It was all so realistic. Exactly like the real thing.

"Ah, fuck," she groaned, curling her hips upward. Controlling the shadow's movements was almost impossible, her mind too clouded with building ecstasy. If nothing else, she supposed this was great practice for maintaining control of the shadow even in a heated situation. Fucking and fighting did have a lot of similarities. Unable to keep her full concentration, though, she just gripped the back of the copy's head, guiding it where she needed.

The sensations quickly consumed her. Feeling the softness of her own sensitive flesh through the clone's lips and tongue, the heady scent and taste of her own arousal, the blissful pleasure radiating from between her legs where the tongue-lashing continued. It blurred into a euphoric feedback loop, making her toes curl.

Her breaths came in staccato pants, hips grinding in tandem with the shadow's licking, swirling, and thrusting. Sweat covered her body. As pent up as she'd been, she grew closer by the second, approaching climax in record speed, every muscle in her body drawing taut. The clone lapped and sucked at her, clumsily controlled but, in Delta's state, more than enough.

"I'm... I'm almost..."

It hit even faster than she thought it would. She gasped as the impending wave of rapture crashed over her. Back arching off the bed, she cried out, inner walls clenching around her clone's tongue. Her thighs squeezed the woman's skull hard, Delta pressing down to bury her an inch deeper, to feel her tongue exploring that much further inside her sensitive pussy. The orgasm seemed to last forever, aftershocks jolting through her frame.

Finally, Delta collapsed into the rumpled sheets, chest heaving. She pushed the shadow's face away, too sensitive for any more stimulation. It looked up at her with dark, impassive eyes, Delta's juices gleaming on its chin.

Weird.

Yet hot.

Such a common combination, these days.

With a satisfied sigh, she let herself melt into the luxurious mattress.

"Damn," she breathed. "That's seriously unreal."

She had a feeling Zoey and Rosalie were going to like this skill, too.