7.70 - The Spoils III

Rosalie's plan had been inspired by an offhand mention of her girlfriend's. An item that had been put to use last shard, which Rosalie was suddenly equipped to enjoy.

And seeing how she was denied penetrative actions—thanks to that panties-relic Zoey had given Astrid at the start of the shard—Rosalie had a perfect opportunity to try the item out.

Holding a hand toward Astrid, the redhead seized it and let herself be hauled to her feet. Rosalie was shorter than Astrid by several inches, but at that moment, she didn't feel like she was. Astrid's blushing, nervous demeanor was only half at fault. She felt unusually confident.

"That item you used with Maddy last shard," Rosalie told Zoey, her eyes only for Astrid—who couldn't tear her gaze away, entranced. "You have it still, yes?" She held a hand out expectantly.

Zoey took a second to understand the request. When she did, a smile split her face. "I think I see where this is going." She accessed her inventory, and handed over an item.

Most people likely wouldn't recognize the object—unless they ran in particularly perverted circles. It was hardly a common item even among the eccentric. A thick cylinder of white transparent gel, it had few easy comparisons to draw.

But Astrid could put two and two together. Rosalie saw green eyes widen. Astrid might not understand the full plan yet, but she recognized the lewd purpose of the item.

Rosalie took the two-sided pocket pussy from Zoey and cornered Astrid with a satisfied expression.

"Zoey might have given you those panties, so we can't use you properly," she said, taking a step forward and pressing her breasts beneath Astrid's, having to strain her neck upward to meet green eyes. They slotted imperfectly against each other, considering the height difference, but that only stoked Rosalie's arousal higher. She loved how Zoey and Astrid loomed over her. "But don't think we won't imagine we are. And that we can't have our fun with you." She lifted herself up on her toes and brought her lips close to Astrid's. "Now, be a good girl and spread those legs," she breathed onto their newest teammate's face.

To Rosalie's delight, a shiver went through the girl, and she obeyed without question.

Slipping the Brewing Chamber between Astrid's legs, she pressed a kiss onto Astrid's neck. What she wanted was to seize her lips with her own—but something about that didn't feel right. So she ignored her impulse, however intense.

With the item settled against her pussy—something she managed with a firm push that made Astrid moan slightly—she said, "Now close."

Astrid listened to that command as well.

"Zoey?" Rosalie prompted.

Her girlfriend didn't need directions. Zoey slipped behind Astrid and—Rosalie just imagined this part—slid her cock up along her ass and let that huge, throbbing mass rest against her back. Radiating heat all the way up between her shoulder blades, reminding her of just how ridiculously huge, and pulsating, and intoxicating, and womb-stuffing—okay, she was definitely fantasizing.

But impressive. Reminding Astrid of how impressive that slab of girlcock was. That huge bitch-breaker that would definitely one day be inside her, instead of merely teasing. But that day wasn't today.

Astrid shuddered, her eyes fluttering closed. Rosalie leaned a little harder into her, making the woman rock back.

"Ready for us to fuck you?" she murmured.

Astrid nodded instantly, though didn't even seem to realize she had.

"Good girl."

Those were the magic words. Rosalie would know. They tore her apart every time Zoey or Delta used them. One could only fall for the same attack so many times before the recipient added it to their own repertoire.

"Tighter," she ordered Astrid.

Astrid obeyed. Thighs clamping firmer around the white gel Brewing Chamber to make a stronger suction, Rosalie released her grip and stepped back to admire the sight.

Eyes drifting up to meet Zoey's gaze over Astrid's shoulder, they shared a smile that sent a jolt through Rosalie.

"You first."

"Yes, ma'am." Slipping her hands around Astrid's waist in a hug, Zoey nestled her chin on the woman's shoulder. Rosalie heard a follow-up whisper as Zoey nudged her cock at the entrance of the toy. "This is alright?"

Rosalie wanted to scoff at the clarifying question, then paused, something in her rebelling. It should matter if—it did matter if Astrid wanted it. She pushed that thought away and sent it scurrying into the dark. Obviously, Rosalie would claim what she wanted for her victory, but fundamentally, she only wanted what Astrid wanted.

Astrid leaned back against Zoey, a low, keening noise escaping her throat. Which was answer enough, so Zoey nestled further in and grinned, taking it as the permission it was.

"Here it comes then. Three … two …"

She shoved in a second before she should've, fourteen inches plunging with a hard slap against Astrid's ass. A meaty clap echoed through the air, and Zoey's giant girlcock split Astrid's thighs and pierced out the other end in glistening, glorious fashion.

A wholly inappropriate noise tore from Astrid's throat, not comparable to any of the ones prior, and Rosalie would have denied that she did the same in any other situation—but right now, in the state she was, she happily admitted that a full-body convulsion went through, and a lewd noise came from her throat, seeing her girlfriend's cock split apart the woman she was so interested in.

"My turn," Rosalie said, voice husky.

She stepped up to the thick cock jutting from Astrid's thighs. Gripping her own, she pressed her cocktip into the soft, hot flesh crammed into the white toy. Pushing her hips hard to make space, she slowly, agonizingly, slid her way in.

The sensation was mind-erasing. Her cock, against Zoey's. And between Astrid's thighs. Heavenly. Inch by inch, Rosalie plunged deeper, luxuriating in the experience as long as she could draw it out. Until finally, she plundered the depth as far as she could, and popped out the other side. The tight pressure created by Astrid's powerful thighs and Zoey's unreasonable girth was nearly enough to take her apart by themself.

"Fuck," Rosalie moaned, forehead pressed against Astrid's shoulder as she suddenly struggled to stay standing. The words weren't for her partner's sake. As they rarely tended to be—this deep, she was rarely anything but purely honest. "Your pussy feels so good against me, Astrid."

That, apparently, was too much for the Harkvalen, because her body responded.

She began thrusting.

It seemed accidental, the first shove forward, slapping her lower stomach into Rosalie's and drawing two groans as she coaxed a slippery, lubricated pocket-pussy along two crammed-together cocks.

Hearing the lewd noises both of the women hugging her made, though, Astrid seemed to realize the control she had. Everyone was weak to a sense of power. She jerked backward, slapping her ass against Zoey's lower half, and made Zoey's grip tighten around her stomach—and Rosalie moan louder and gently bite her shoulder.

Which was, reasonably, the catalyst for the berserker to really lose control.