When was the last time she felt so excited? Carmen paused at the stairs, looking down toward the doorway. In just a couple minutes, Stacy would show up and properly meet Rachel for the first time, both her girlfriends together at last. Her cocks throbbed in their prison down her pant legs, though her primary stretched up her shirt and to the side, resting against her cheek. It was the bare minimum of decency, just in case a neighbour glanced through a window. She didn't need them causing her mother any worries.
"When indeed?" Ryuka mused, sliding from a wall with a tight roll in the air. Her wings spread out, cock erect and held aloft in just below Carmen's nose.
"Were you watching?" Carmen asked, tracing the veins with her eyes. Hard as it was to believe, her own endowments outdid Ryuka's, at least the primary shaft did, yet she had no doubt the Seikogami could show her a world of bliss still unknown to her. Perhaps another time.
"Nope, slut's honour," Ryuka quipped.
"Shame. You could've given me pointers."
"Look at you," Ryuka said and nudged her with the cock, her usual seductive grin in place, "Finally asking for tips of the trade. Well then, shall I sit in on your threesome?"
"If you want," Carmen smirked, "Just don't complain if you get jealous."
"Jealous?" Ryuka floated away, aghast at the notion, "A Seikogami would never!"
"I'm kidding." Carmen started down the stairs, breasts jiggling in her top and sliding along her cock, while her juicy thighs pushed on her balls and squished against her pussy. Each step excited her more. Electricity surged beneath her skin as Stacy's silhouette appeared in the window, then stopped behind the door, her scent so familiar Carmen could smell it through the walls, "Feel free to give me advice whenever, just don't expect me to thank you. I don't want to look crazy in front of Stacy. Not yet anyway."
Ryuka nodded, lips tight for what might've been the first time she knew her. Even without their link, Carmen knew something was on her mind. The goddess's eyes moved too erratically, not to mention her hands were toying with each other, rather than her breasts as they often did. If it were anyone else, and a human, she might think Ryuka had a secret crush. On who? Carmen spared a glance to a family portrait her mother had done soon after their big break. The Futa Note changed everything to reflect Carmen's current figure.
Reflected crimson eyes shot back and forth over her shoulder. It couldn't be...
Swift knocks on the door separated her from the thoughts and her cocks lead the way. The deity's presence vanished as she opened the door, wood and glass replaced by a sight she never wanted to lose again, more so after the 'upgrades'. Stacy's breasts filled the frame, huge enough to mostly obscure her firm belly, which pushed from the middle and caused them to slope down its sides. Almost like they directed Carmen's attention to the staggering hips.
"Just going to stare?" Stacy asked.
"Sorry," Carmen said and licked her lips, mouth suddenly watering at the thought of all the milk her girlfriend had. She stepped aside with a slight bow and a wave of the arm, inviting Stacy into her home. Loud sloshes punctuated every pendulous step. The door snagged on her hips, but she got through with a little effort, causing her whole body to jiggle uncontrollably. If the promise of her greatest threesome wasn't always in mind, Carmen might've mounted the curvaceous woman then and there.
But Rachel was upstairs. The only thing better than fucking Stacy right away was fucking both her dearest lovers, and seeing them fuck, and fucking one while the other watched, and sucking them and more eating their pussies and... Carmen shut down the thoughts, her cocks pounded against their bonds, gnawing at her self-control. There would be plenty of time for sex, this was a meeting first and foremost. She had to make sure both her girlfriends got along.
And if they didn't? Carmen bit her lip, watching her first love look around in awe at the simple, but lavish house. The painted ivory staircase stood in the foyer, ascending to the first floor where Rachel awaited them, no doubt impatient and horny. On the unlikely chance both futanari were incompatible with one another, then the book could fix it. But it wouldn't be necessary; no one could dislike Stacy.