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6.46 - ❤ Princess I

Seeing Rosalie laid out on the bed, naked from her waist down but still wearing her shirt and bra, breathing hard as Delta ran a tongue up her slit, Zoey couldn't help but think that everything was right in the world.

Zoey had been waiting for a chance to get her hands on Rosalie again. It hadn't been half a week since they'd gotten some extended personal time, but when

this

was what Zoey got to look forward to, of course she had been getting antsy. Even a few days was too long a gap between making the blonde squirm.

Zoey tugged her shirt off and tossed it to the side. Her pants and boxers followed next, freeing a fourteen-inch girlcock that was, of course, standing firmly at attention. Kissing Rosalie alone would have had Zoey ready to go, much less the show Delta was putting on down between Rosalie's legs. It really was a shockingly arousing sight, seeing one girlfriend of hers wiggle her tongue around inside another.

Both Rosalie and Delta's eyes fell on Zoey as she disrobed, lingering on the thick rod Zoey had grabbed in one hand. It did wonders for a girl's ego, really, seeing how instantly and raptly their attentions turned to her. She gave herself a wiggle, showing herself off for her audience of two, and she admired the way their eyes followed the movement, unable to help themselves—maybe not even realizing how enraptured they were.

Yeah, the blatant appreciation in their gazes definitely did a few things to boost a girl's confidence.

Zoey shuffled across the bed on her knees, sitting back on her heels when she arrived at Rosalie. She rested her cock across the girl's face, covering her eyes with the thick pillar. She smirked at the indignant noise Rosalie made, then rocked her hips back and forth, sliding her shaft over her girlfriend's soft features. The friction felt amazing, or maybe it was more the visual: her huge cock laid out across the blonde. A bead of pre dribbled out to slide down her tip, starting to coat Rosalie's closed eyes with each thrust.

"Do you mind?" Rosalie murmured.

"No. Do you?" Zoey laughed and rolled her hips forward again, sliding her length across Rosalie's skin. "What? Don't you like having your face covered with dick? I think you look pretty like this."

"No disagreements here," Delta said from her place down between Rosalie's thighs. She drew her tongue across her pussy, a long, slow, tantalizing lick. "Princesses

always

look prettier with cocks on their faces."

Rosalie's face went a shade redder at that. Her lips parted, breaths coming out faster despite that Delta's attention down low had slowed, not accelerated. Delta was mostly enjoying the show happening up above.

Zoey slid her cock down from Rosalie's eyes, placing her cocktip on the girl's lips.

"Open up, princess," Zoey said, and, contrary to Rosalie's embarrassment and noises of protests—which Zoey didn't think Rosalie would ever be able to stop herself from making—she parted her lips, accepting Zoey's tip. Zoey's breath hitched as Rosalie licked delicately at the underside of her cock, flicking her tongue and swirling around. "Ah," Zoey murmured, grinding forward, sliding into Rosalie's mouth from the side and pushing her cheek out. "There you go. That's a good girl."

Delta watched, her pupils dilated with excitement, as Rosalie turned her head and leaned forward, getting a better angle to take Zoey deeper and properly suckle on her cock. Zoey ran her fingers through Rosalie's hair, cupping the back of her head with one hand and keeping her steady as she pressed in deeper.

The positioning was too awkward, though, sitting to the side of her, so Zoey reluctantly pulled herself from the girl's mouth to reposition. She climbed over top, so that her knees were to either side of Rosalie's head. She grabbed her shaft, which dangled down vertically to hover above Rosalie's lips. The blonde craned upward, her mouth opening to accept the treat presented to her, and Zoey pushed in again, this time with a better angle. Her hips pushed downward, and she slid into Rosalie's throat, stretching it wide as she popped into that tight passageway.

Rosalie's throat clenched around Zoey, straining around the invasion, but Zoey continued, forcing the girl to swallow her length until her hips—almost without her control—slapped down the last several inches with excitement, her pelvis hitting Rosalie's face with a light clap.

Zoey shuddered, taking a steadying gasp of air. "Hah," she said, her chest heaving, as she rocked her hips back and forth. Rosalie couldn't move her head much with Zoey over her like this, on all fours and perched in a rutting position, but it wasn't needed—Zoey was the one controlling everything, angling her hips for the best way to dive into Rosalie's throat.

"Now that," Delta murmured. "Is what I call a good view." Forgetting the fun she'd been having between Rosalie's thighs, Delta crawled up the girl, lying on top of her so their stomachs were flush, with Delta's admiration now focused on the girl's bulging throat. Zoey could only see the two of them by looking over her shoulder—and, when pulling up so that her cock was once again dangling vertically, poised at Rosalie's lips, between the gap in her cock and thighs, given a small window to see her two girlfriends lying on top of each other.

"Down you go," Delta encouraged. "Let's see her bulge again."

Zoey did just that, savoring the way Rosalie's throat stretched wide for her. The velvet smoothness of her insides was a divine sensation, hugging her cock and applying pressure along her entire length. It felt like a drug, every time she used Rosalie like this, and she was slowly—not even slowly—getting addicted to the feeling.

"Yeah, this is never gonna get old," Delta said wonderingly as Zoey slid in for a second time, distending Rosalie's throat. "It's so ... pronounced. How much can you feel this, anyway?" she asked Zoey, resting a hand on Rosalie's throat and rubbing, feeling the outline of her member. Zoey shuddered as she did, and Rosalie choked, gagging around Zoey's cock, the sensation of having her throat rubbed while already distended too much for her to handle.

"I can feel it," Zoey said.

"Is it good?" Delta rubbed a bit more firmly, and Zoey groaned. "Oh yeah, I can tell you like it." She added a second hand, now sitting on Rosalie's stomach as she caressed up and down Rosalie's neck, massaging Zoey's cock through the soft flesh. "This is pretty hot, actually."

"Mm," Zoey agreed, her thoughts growing hazy. The sensation itself wasn't all that great—with Rosalie's throat muting the sensation of Delta's stroking—but rather, it was the act itself that excited her. And, admittedly, the way Rosalie was choking, not just running out of air, but finding Delta's firm massaging of her bulging skin hard to keep her composure through.

"Stop moving," Delta ordered Zoey. "Just keep steady, and let me."

With some willpower, Zoey forced herself to stop thrusting in and out, instead keeping her cock lodged firmly in Rosalie's throat. She couldn't help a small bit of squirming, but otherwise did her best to hold still as Delta worked at her cock through Rosalie.

"Fuck," Delta murmured. "You're already kinda close, aren't you?" Her hands worked faster, pressing more firmly, trying to guide Zoey to her peak. "Yeah, you are. I can feel you twitching. You like this that much? Getting jerked off through your girlfriend's throat?"

Zoey bit back a moan. Her muscles tightened, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. Keeping her hips still was almost an impossible feat.

"Come on," Delta said. "Blondie's running out of air. If you want this to happen, you're gonna have to finish before she passes out. So give in."

The thought of Rosalie losing consciousness while her throat was stretched around Zoey's cock didn't help the heat coiling inside her stomach. Or, rather,

definitely

helped, because she

wanted

the quick finish—as badly as Delta did. The idea of not even thrusting into Rosalie's throat, and instead being

jerked off

by Delta's hands

through

it had her knees trembling, even after only a minute of the treatment.

"C'mon," Delta murmured. "Cum inside her." Her hands rubbed away, sending pulses of heat up Zoey's cock. Her thoughts were quickly going fuzzy. "Let go."

"Fuck," Zoey groaned, pressing her head into the bedsheets. "H-Here it comes."

Rosalie gurgled on her cock, spluttering weakly, her throat muscles convulsing—which, in turn, caused her throat to squeeze around Zoey's cock even more tightly. Delta picked up her massaging pace one more time, sliding up and down Rosalie's throat, and, with Zoey already hovering on the edge, that was all it took to shove her over. She whined into the bedsheets as fire overtook her, washing across her body, her muscles going taut as her cock swelled in an imminent warning.

"Do it," Delta encouraged, sounding entranced. "Blow your load. Fill our cute princess's stomach up."

The heat consumed her, and her mind blanked out, vision whiting as pleasure hit her like a truck. It took a second to come back to herself as thick pulse after thick pulse poured down Rosalie's throat. She gasped in breaths, feeling Delta rubbing Rosalie's throat roughly, the muscles clenching and unclenching in spasms as Zoey's length pumped warm liquid directly down her esophagus, filling her stomach. Zoey started thrusting, milking her shaft within Rosalie's throat, no longer able to control herself.

Then she collapsed, exhausted, staying firmly lodged inside Rosalie. Her cock grew soft inside her girlfriend's throat, second by second, Zoey enjoying her sheathe as she came down from her high.

Eventually, even Rosalie reached her limit, and she desperately patted her thighs. Zoey pulled out and rolled to the side, still breathing heavily. Rosalie gasped for air, coughing as she finally got her much-needed oxygen. Her eyes watered from the abuse.

"Nngh," she said. She took in a couple of deep breaths, slowly settling, though her cheeks stayed flushed. "You two ... are terrible," she gasped. "Do you have any idea what that felt like, for me?"

"Pretty intense, I bet," Delta said, smirking. "But stop pretending you didn't like it. You didn't even

try

to push her off. Or my hands away, for that matter."

"Hmph."

Delta leaned over to give Rosalie a quick kiss. "Now that we're done getting carried away, though," she murmured. "It's time you get your turn. That was the original plan, until

someone

got distracted." She leaned up, sitting on Rosalie's hips, to look at Zoey. She pulled out a potion from her inventory and waggled it at her. "So. What're you thinking? Who gets which hole?"

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.

"Hey," Delta stammered. "You already got carried away once. Stay focused."

Zoey tore her attention away. Delta's mouth was parted, eyes half-lidded as she watched the two of them slide against each other. Despite her protest, she was obviously enjoying herself and made no move to stop her. Zoey let out a huff and sped up her pace, stroking both their cocks with quicker movements, moaning at the feeling of Delta's stiff member against her own.

But after that quick indulgence, forced herself to stop.

Because Delta was right. The real focus of tonight was Rosalie.

Their princess.

The half-naked blonde nearly blanched at seeing their attentions turn toward her. It must have been rather intense, predatory expressions on their faces. Without needing to communicate, both of them shuffled across the bed on their knees, gripping their respective cocks in hand. Rosalie scooted backward as if by instinct, mouth opening to say something, but whatever it would have been, the words died as both Zoey and Delta arrived in front of her and slapped their meaty members onto her face. Rosalie groaned and tilted her head back.

"Hm," Delta said. "I know I keep talking about amazing views, but ... wow. Two is even better than one, don't you think?"

"I almost can't see her behind them," Zoey commented with amusement. She dragged her hips backward, her cock leaving a slick trail of precum and spit across Rosalie's cheek. Delta did the same, and their motions quickly left Rosalie's face a mess, saliva coating her. Her breathing came hot and heavy. "So, princess?" Zoey asked. "Which one do you want where? Tonight's your night."

Rosalie blinked slowly, as if dazed. She rubbed her cheek along Zoey's cock, then Delta's. Her other hand snaked down her stomach, to between her legs. Zoey expected her to start rubbing herself, but instead, she just let her hand hover there, a half-finished action.

"You—you really don't expect me to take both of them?" Rosalie repeated weakly as her eyes flicked between the two cocks on her face. "I'm not ... they're so big."

Zoey's lips curled upward. "If you're not gonna pick, we'll have to ourselves." She adjusted her grip on her cock, pushing the tip downward until it pressed into Rosalie's lower lip. Blue eyes looked up at her, pupils dilated with lust.

"Hm," Delta said. "I think princess has spent her life getting what she wants." Delta joined her cocktip next to Zoey's, on Rosalie's half-parted lips, vying for limited space. "So maybe she wants to be ordered around. She doesn't

want

to pick." She wiggled her cock back and forth, briefly growing distracted with the sensation. "Open up, blondie," she murmured. "Get your first taste of my cock."

Rosalie obeyed, and Delta pushed her hips forward, cocktip sliding past Rosalie's lips and into her mouth. Delta released a groan as it entered, and Rosalie swirled her tongue around the tip. Zoey waited her turn, watching Rosalie take Delta's cock deeper, eyes fluttering closed as the foxgirl's girth slid along her tongue. By her own volition, Rosalie leaned forward, her lips sliding down the length of Delta's cock until the foxgirl was comfortably inside, no longer just the tip.

"Oh, fuck," Delta murmured. "Not wasting time, huh?"

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?"