6.47 – Princess II

6.47 – Princess II

Even before she'd fully digested the question, Zoey's heart had started slamming in her chest.

Which of them got which hole? That was Delta's plan, today? Zoey couldn't pretend like she hadn't been dreaming of taking Rosalie with Delta's help, ever since the growth potion had shown up. Zoey had thought Delta had been saving it for a special celebration ... which, she guessed, this qualified as. Even as her thoughts started running wild, Delta kept talking.

"Also, these things work better when we use your skill, right?" Delta asked, shaking the vial at her. "So wanna help me out?" She held the potion out to Zoey. "I want to do this right."

Zoey didn't need to be convinced. She took the item and fulfilled Delta's request. The foxgirl got down on her knees and lifted her ass into the air, face down, the easiest position for this, and Zoey applied a bit of lubricant, then uncorked the potion and wiggled it into Delta's ass, tipping it over to pour. She shivered violently as the effects took hold, and Zoey withdrew the vial, discarded it, and turned Delta over so she was lying on her stomach, wanting to watch the effect take hold. The foxgirl's clit was already growing by then, swelling outward and growing thicker and longer by the second.

Where Delta normally grew an impressive eight or nine inches, though, with Zoey's Alternate Ingestion skill aiding her, she didn't stop there. Like Maddy, the foxgirl's cock engorged until a solid twelve inches of thick, throbbing girth had sprouted between her curvy thighs.

"Fuck," Delta murmured, looking down at herself—mirroring what Zoey herself thought. "That was ... more intense than normal." She grabbed herself in one hand, giving a squeeze and shuddering, the sensation strong enough to make a shiver go through her body. "Wow. Yeah, I'm gonna have fun with this."

It was a rather entrancing sight, as always, seeing her girlfriend lying on her back, cock sticking proudly into the air. Zoey stared for a second longer, before a quirked eyebrow and a "So? What's the plan?" reminded her of Delta's earlier question. Which of them got which hole.

"Well," Zoey said, her attention turning to Rosalie. "Why don't we let the princess decide?"

Rosalie's attention was, unsurprisingly, also locked on Delta's new addition, having been just as entranced as Zoey. She had only just begun to recover from the throat-fucking, with her chest still red from a full-body blush.

The question digested, and Rosalie looked at Zoey with widening eyes. "You—you don't expect me to take both of those things, do you?" she asked, attention flicking between Delta's and Zoey's cocks. Fourteen inches and twelve: two monsters.

"You managed it with Zoey, didn't you?" Delta asked with a smirk. "When she doubled up, yeah? In fact," she pouted, "Mine's smaller than hers, so I guess it'll technically be easier. Less total cock."

Zoey snorted at the ridiculous phrasing.

"What's up with that, anyway?" Delta asked, sitting up and shuffling over to Zoey. Gripping herself, she brought her member close to Zoey's, arranging them side to side. "Even with the extra help, you've got like two whole inches on me. That's so not fair."

Zoey's eyes lingered on the veiny member of Delta's member pressed against her own. She admired the contrast between them, getting lost in the sight of her girlfriend's cock. She briefly forgot she'd been asked a question, instead grabbing Delta's cock to hold her steady. She pushed her hips forward. With Rosalie's sloppy throat-fucking having coated her in saliva, the movement was easy. Bit by bit, slow thrust after slow thrust, she lubricated her girlfriend's cock with her other girlfriend's saliva, by sliding their two thick rods together.

Zoey placed a hand on the back of Rosalie's head. She helped move the girl's head in gentle bobs, encouraging her motions up and down Delta, bulging her throat out with each stroke. The blonde barely seemed to notice as she sped up, eyes closed, groaning in pleasure. Her hand down between her thighs finally got to work, rubbing herself, but at seeing that, Zoey swatted it away.

"You'll wait until we handle that ourselves," she scolded her. "And get down there. She wants more." With a forceful push, Zoey sent Rosalie down Delta's length, forcing her forward until the foxgirl was buried entirely in her throat, all twelve inches.

Delta hissed, hips straining forward as Rosalie buried her nose into the foxgirl's skin. "Your throat feels so fucking good, princess." Panting, she looked down at Rosalie. "You ever think you would end up like this?" she asked, voice taking on a husky tint. "The royal heiress of half the world, turned into a personal cock-sleeve?" Her lips quirked up. "Servicing the commoners?" She laughed, then groaned again, her hips thrusting back and forth a few times, making Rosalie gag. "Well, you better get used to it. This is your life now. This is all you'll ever be. Not heiress. Not heroine. Just cockslut."

Rosalie moaned around Delta's cock, nodding frantically. Zoey's own heart jumped, seeing the reaction.

Rosalie liked the degrading roleplay? The 'servicing the commoners' comment?

Not necessarily surprising, but good to know.

"You're giving in that fast?" Zoey teased, pulling on Rosalie's hair to drag her off Delta's length. The foxgirl shuddered as she was denied her toy, and Zoey took her own turn, claiming Rosalie's mouth. The blonde's hand went up to grab Delta's cock in the meantime, rubbing along the saliva-soaked length to keep her satisfied while Zoey used her. "What would everyone think of you, if they knew? The perfect, regal, untouchable heiress, coming back after just a few weeks to have been turned into a fucktoy? Isn't that beneath you? Aren't you worth more?"

Rosalie groaned loudly in response, gurgling on Zoey's cock.

"I'm thinking we shouldn't keep you a secret," Zoey continued. "Parade you around so everyone knows. You can't really stop us, since you've signed yourself away. Isn't that right? You're ours, to do with what we want?"

Rosalie stared up at her, eyes fluttering, and whimpered pathetically. Zoey pushed Rosalie down, getting her cock even further into her throat.

"S-Switch," Delta said. "I need it again."

Zoey yanked Rosalie's head back, dislodging the princess from her cock, and shoved her toward Delta. The foxgirl eagerly lined herself up, and shoved her hips forward in one hard motion, burying herself in Rosalie's waiting throat. Unlike before, this time Delta couldn't help herself with a slower pace. She grabbed Rosalie and used her face as a toy, grunting as she pumped her length in and out.

Zoey waited patiently, letting her girlfriend enjoy herself, watching Delta make a mess of Rosalie's pretty features, the sloppy throat-fucking dragging spit down Rosalie's chin and dripping onto her blouse. Delta's fox tail swished back and forth in wild motions, losing herself in the excitement. Her toes curled behind her, thighs trembling as she repeatedly slapped herself into Rosalie's face.

"S-Shit," Delta gasped, pulling herself free, finally showing restraint. "Gotta ... gotta pace myself." Hungry eyes raked up and down Rosalie's body. "Because your throat isn't where I wanna finish, princess." She locked those intense purple eyes on Zoey next. "Alright, seriously. It's time to put the royal slut in her place. Which hole do you want?"