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6.26 - A Disoriented Fox II

Rubbing her forehead, Delta walked back to the bed and plopped down, sinking a good half-foot into the overly plush mattress. She couldn't say she was

stunned

by the realization. Rosalie was obviously part of wayfaring high society; Delta had intuited that the moment they'd met. Those stupid sharp cheekbones and arrogant blue eyes alone would have given it away, much less the enunciated words and her total disdain for any wayfarer not meeting her ridiculously exacting standards.

But apparently she was so cozy with the upper class that Delta had been dragged into the actual

d'Celestin

Palace.

As a visitor. Or rather, temporary prisoner, presumably. Her attention flicked over toward the enormous closed double-doors leading out into the palace hallways. Delta hadn't tried to open them yet, but she had a sneaking suspicion she didn't have free-reign of the estate.

Well. Whatever. Prison break couldn't be that hard. It'd be interesting to see what the security of the d'Celestin palace was like.

First, Delta needed--and wanted--to see her new abilities. She'd appraised her direct surroundings and didn't feel immediately threatened. If admittedly she was dying with curiosity and a bit intimidated by what her future looked like. But she'd progressed in advancement, and, as any wayfarer, was itching to see what skill or skills she'd gotten.

Unlike Zoey, that ridiculous woman, Delta had only a single rune to check up on. Closing her eyes, she quested out for that block of information embedded onto her soul. Reading one's tabula anima was a skill that took some, if not much, practice. She couldn't believe Zoey still didn't know how. Though that was almost certainly to oblige her girlfriend's nosy nature. Delta snorted, remembering how eager Rosalie had been to peek in on Zoey's skills. Zoey probably didn't even realize how intimate that act was. Or maybe she did. They were gross like that.

Rune of Dual Strikes

[1]: Dual-wield: Bonus damage when wielding two daggers and scoring alternating strikes.

[2]: Twin Fangs: Left hand dagger applies bleed; right hand applies poison. When both effects are applied through [Backstab], amplify each debilitation.

[2]: Backstab: Attacking from the flank does bonus damage.

[3]: Fade Away: Drop aggression of all current targets and enter stealth. Emerge with an amplified attack.

[3:] Quick Step: Travel short distances quickly. If an immediate [Backstab] follows, deal bonus damage.

[4]: Shadow: Create a controlled illusion of yourself that can attack at half power.

Delta's eyebrows shot up.

A controlled illusion of herself? That attacked at half power?

It fit with the 'dual' nature of her class. And while she'd only gotten a single skill this advancement, she wasn't disappointed. The skill seemed incredible. Not just the effective fifty-percent increase in raw power, but the increase in versatility too. Her shadow-version would be able to take far riskier gambits, ones that Delta herself would have shied away from. Though that assumed the death of her clone didn't cause significant harm to herself, and that she could sacrifice it in such a way. Like any skill, experimentation would be needed to discover its quirks.

The downside, of course, was that the illusion was

controlled

. Which was also an upside. But the mental overhead necessary to control a second version of herself mid-combat was going to take enormous amounts of practice, if she had to guess. It might be impossible to use it to its full potential. Her brain would be the limiter.

But she was pleased by that. Skills with high requirements for mastery were generally stronger than easier-to-use ones, at least if the user was sufficiently skilled.

She expected future abilities would build on her shadow clone. It seemed like a foundational skill, similar to how Backstab synergized with many other of her class abilities. Her mind started running wild with the possibilities. One such future skill could be the ability to swap places with her clone.

That

was something she would fall in love with. Quick Step had come in handy plenty of times, but Delta wished she had better mobility. Repositioning was crucial to an assassin. How else would she find and exploit vulnerabilities? She already had tons of damage potential, but not as many ways to sneak in and utilize it. At least in her opinion.

Briefly, Delta took a second to mourn that she hadn't received any sex skills. Zoey's presence--a sponsored disciple of a goddess--altering her own class had seemed within the realm of possibility. A part of her had even

hoped

that her class would mutate into something closer to Zoey's. How amazing would that have been?

At the same time, Delta appreciated having a normal class. She only had one rune to go around; if she started developing sex skills, her combat prowess would suffer.

And she guessed Zoey had plenty to go around by herself. Plus all the items they got from shards. No need for further redundancy.

Delta glanced at the tall doors leading out into the palace. Before she made a break for it, she ought to practice with her shadow, in case she needed it.

Furrowing her brow, she mentally fumbled around, trying to grasp onto that strange 'activator' that triggered class abilities. Of course, she found it easily: the actual

using

of skills wasn't the hard part. Rather, utilizing them effectively.

Seated on the bed, Delta watched a fuzzy black image appear in front of her. It solidified over the course of a second and a half. She took note of that. Relatively short summon time, but not instant. Definitely one of the 'quirks' that Delta had mentioned she would need to learn to have a strong grasp over controlling the skill.

The shadow stood before Delta, a perfect copy of her. Her athletic build, the same soft curves. Tight-fitting leather armor hugged her body in the same way.

Delta wondered whether admiring her busty figure was egotistical, but she hadn't ever been able to help herself from checking out a curvy girl--even when that girl was a copy of herself, she guessed.

Two ethereal black daggers were sheathed at her waist, which Delta took note of, since she didn't have her own weapons drawn from her inventory. The shadow's long black hair splayed out behind her in the same manner as her own. Her tail swished from side to side, idly. Her expression was blank, though her eyes met Delta's own, and when she tilted from side to side on the bed, its gaze followed.

A little shiver went down Delta's spine. A shadow clone of herself. Staring at her impassively. It was a little creepy.

Now the hard part. Controlling her.

She couldn't explain exactly how she did it. With the summoning of the clone, a second set of instincts had implanted into Delta's brain. Mentally reaching out, she seized control of the clone's arm and told it to rise. In front of her, the shadow outstretched her arm, palm facing up, held horizontally. Delta gave her fingers a few wiggles.

"Weird."

Reaching out--physically this time--Delta grabbed her own hand. She was both shocked and not shocked to find that the shadow had physical substance. She gave a squeeze, feeling soft skin press against her own. Fully tangible. The shadow didn't react to her experiments.

She moved into more complicated motions. Drawing her dagger. Slashing the air. Prowling forward, low to the ground, making as little noise as possible. Then she tried joining the shadow's movements with her own, moving both their bodies at the same time. That was many times more difficult.

The mental commands took fairly significant amounts of concentration, so she would need lots of practice before she could control it in a real scenario while acting in her own body as well. Maybe at some point it would become subconscious. But in time, she was confident she would achieve a level of control that would make the shadow a lethal asset in combat. Attacks from unexpected angles, flanking maneuvers, distraction, and misdirection--the tactical options were endless.

Nodding in satisfaction, Delta ceased her brief experiments. The shadow was an incredible addition to her skill set. She couldn't have asked for a better upgrade.

Then, perhaps inevitably, Delta's thoughts wandered somewhere else.

A clone of herself.

A physical one.

Which she could control.

Oh, shit.

Forget the combat possibilities. Delta had a million

other

ideas.

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.

Which, of course, made her current idea even better.

"Let's get this off you, yeah?" Delta murmured. "See how realistic you are

underneath

your clothes."

Delta stepped back and plopped down onto the bed. If she were going to allow herself to get distracted, then she might as well practice controlling the ability, right? As she'd already noted, she might need it during her escape.

Seizing control of the woman's limbs, she went through the motions of stripping her armor off. It required a surprising amount of dexterity when performing the actions through a remote body. But slowly, loops, buckles, and straps came undone, one by one, until Delta had stripped her clone down to her plainclothes.

Grabbing the hem of her shirt--with her shadow's hands, the real Delta simply leaning back and enjoying the show--she edged the fabric up. A tight, muscled stomach was revealed inch by inch. Delta leaned forward and placed her real hand against it, feeling the soft skin of her own abs there. The shadow flesh felt identical to the real thing, which boded well for other aspects of the clone's body. She shivered in excitement.

She peeled the shadow's shirt off the rest of the way, impatiently using her actual hands, then unhooked the girl's bra and tossed that aside, too. Delta drank in the sight of her clone's naked breasts, full and round with perky nipples. She palmed them, giving a squeeze, watching the shadow's chest rise and fall as her breathing grew faster with arousal.

"Fuck, I'm hot," Delta half-laughed, half-breathed, leaning in to claim one stiff peak with her lips, not caring how narcissistic the words sounded. Besides, it was a thought she'd had once before, back when she'd been piloting Zoey's body--and thoroughly fucking herself. This wasn't the first time something like this had happened.

In response to Delta's touch, the shadow shuddered in pleasure. Delta pushed outward with her mind, controlling the woman's motions, having her run fingers through Delta's own hair in encouragement. She swirled her tongue around the rigid bud as she continued groping with her other hand.

It was surreal, being on both the giving and receiving end. She could feel the ghostly sensations of her touch against the shadow's skin run through her own body as she lavished attention onto her. She released the clone's nipple to duck lower and trail open-mouthed kisses down her flat belly. Hooking her fingers around shadowy underwear, she tugged, revealing a smooth mound. Unsurprisingly, her pussy was a perfect mirror image too.

She rubbed two fingers between the clone's legs. Delta sucked in a small gasp of air as the touch electrified her own aching core. As with the rest of the clone's body, she could feel through her. Maybe Zoey's class

was

influencing her own. Would the shadow have worked like this had she never met the girl? Maybe, maybe not. She wasn't sure. And didn't care, at the current moment.

She couldn't help herself any longer. She ordered the shadow to climb onto the bed and lay down, spreading her legs for easier access. Shuffling up and grabbing either of her own thighs for leverage, she brought her face close to that shadowy duplicate of her own pussy, her lips hovering a few inches away.

Her own pussy.

She was really going to eat herself out?

Yes. Yes she was.

She buried her face between the shadow clone's legs, swirling her tongue in firm circles around the girl's entrance before spearing inside, groaning as she both tasted her essence and felt a shadowy tongue plunge into her own core.

Concentrating, Delta managed to coax the duplicate into pressing her thighs inward, trapping Delta's head in a lewd embrace--for better immersion. She could feel the ghost of that pressure on her own thighs as she eagerly pleasured her mirror image.

This isn't weird at all,

she thought, feeling slightly tipsy by the experience, dragging her tongue up to toy with the shadow's clit.

Really, it's just masturbating with extra steps.

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.

6.28 - A Disoriented Fox IV

Slowly coming out of her post-orgasmic daze, Delta rubbed her forehead. Her thoughts clearing, she guiltily looked down at her naked lower half, her clone watching impassively from between her legs.

Delta blushed in embarrassment. It took a lot to make that happen.

She coughed.

Okay. Time to get serious.

She rolled off the bed and dispelled the shadow with a flick of her mind. It faded away into curling black wisps.

That had just been... a brief mental reset before tackling the larger crisis.

She

did

feel more clear-headed.

So there. Just being a practical girl.

She scooped her discarded armor from the ground and re-equipped it. Soon enough, she was geared up and ready once again. Her flushed skin cooled, breathing settling into an even rhythm. Purple eyes flicked to the towering double doors leading out of the palatial bedroom.

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