6.37 – Under the Table I

6.37 – Under the Table I

Zoey's face had indeed been reddening as Rosalie pressed Delta for details on her shadow skill. By the devious twinkle in her purple eyes, Delta knew exactly what had inappropriately invaded her thoughts.

"N-Nothing," Zoey stammered. "What do you mean?" She squirmed in place, not wanting to out her rather inappropriate thoughts. Delta grinned, seeing through her, until she eventually took pity and rolled her eyes.

"Here," she said. "I'll let you find out yourself."

The shadow put her elbows onto the table, leaning forward so that her face closed the distance to Zoey. Impassive black eyes looked at her, not unnerving exactly, though certainly lacking the normal warmth found in Delta's.Th.ê most uptodate novels are published on n(0)velbj)n(.)co/m

"Go ahead," Delta said. "Touch her."

Growing more flustered by the second, Zoey glanced at Maddy and Rosalie. Embarrassingly, they were just looking at her, confused; they didn't understand what was going on. Yes, Zoey was definitely the most perverted of them. They were just fascinated by how incredible the skill was for its intended purpose. They didn't understand what she and Delta were talking about, or why the shadow had leaned forward across the table.

At least one other person was guilty. Zoey doubted it had taken Delta long to be curious in that way, either.

Unable to help herself, Zoey reached out and gently poked at the shadow's forehead. Like before, she went cross-eyed as her gaze focused on the digit pressing into her. Zoey found herself amazed, though not surprised, that the shadow felt fully realistic, just like the shadow-dagger had. She moved her finger down, tracing the bridge of her nose, then poked at her cheeks. Soft skin met her touch, as sensually accurate as a real person.

Quickly losing herself in fascination, Zoey's thumb found its way to the shadow's lower lip, and she tugged, exposing the soft, slick underside as it curled down. Again, all accurate, including her teeth, and the slippery feel of her lip's inside.

The shadow let her jaw fall slowly open, revealing the full interior of her mouth. Zoey couldn't help herself: she kept exploring. She ran her thumb in a full sweep along the inside of her lower lip, then swapped fingers and delved deeper with her pointer finger, poking at the girl's tongue.

Abruptly, the shadow closed her mouth around the invading digit and, with a pouting expression and her eyes locked firmly to Zoey's, started sucking.

"Just swap places with Maddy," Delta said, not dissuaded in the slightest. "I'm keeping an eye out. We'll be fine."

Zoey turned her attention to Rosalie to get her input on the matter, but the blonde was just staring wide-eyed with a blazing face, maybe more flustered than Zoey, thanks to what she knew, but couldn't see, was happening underneath the wooden slab of the tabletop.

"Y-Yeah," Maddy stammered. "We should swap places. It'll be less obvious."

No voiced protests from Maddy, either. Zoey was on her own.

Maddy didn't give Zoey much chance to respond before she had already scooted over, then up and onto Zoey's lap, deciding to take the more direct approach to changing who was sitting on the outside of the booth. Zoey sucked in a gasp of air as the mage's ass rubbed against her cock as she slid across, restricted by the table's lip with both of them stacked, then down onto the bench as Zoey also shifted over to help finish the seating change.

"Probably would've been easier to just let her stand up," Delta smirked at Maddy. "But I won't blame you for stealing a feel."

"T-That's not it," Maddy protested. "It was just faster that way."

"Uh-huh. And I'm about to suck Zoey off underneath the table because it's a good dexterity exercise. We're on the same page." Delta gave a serious nod, which had Maddy's face flaming even redder.

Zoey might have retorted if the shadow didn't finally start tugging on her pants. She hesitated for a second before lifting herself an inch up and letting the persistent motion go through. Both her pants and boxers slid down to her knees in one swift tug, exposing fourteen hard inches of girl cock to the air, which Delta swiftly wrapped her fingers around to hold steady.

Zoey sat back down, the cool booth on her ass feeling extremely scandalous. Which was fair. Since she was now sitting half naked in a public place, with her teammate's shadow clone holding her cock. Having Maddy to block the view, alongside the dim lightning and semi-secluded location, assuaged her burning nerves somewhat—but definitely not all the way.

"So," Delta said. "Go ahead, Zoey. Tell us about your skills. I'm dying of curiosity." A loud, meaty clap filled the air as Zoey's cock was slapped straight onto, presumably, the clone's face. A shudder went through Delta too, having felt the sensation, if filtered through the ability. Her purple eyes took on a hazy expression, a shiver going through her—a familiar look, even if it wasn't actually Delta down there, between Zoey's legs. "Don't get too distracted, now," she murmured, resting her chin on her hand, holding Zoey's eyes, even as, underneath the table, soft lips placed a gentle kiss onto Zoey's cock tip. "We all want to know."