7.69 - The Spoils II

To say Rosalie was intoxicated by the blushing redhead underneath her would be an understatement. Ever since Astrid's introduction to the team, Rosalie had been desperately wanting to get her hands on the other girl.

It wasn't just because she was gorgeous. Tall, busty, and with a chiseled adventurer's build, there were plenty of carnal reasons Rosalie wanted to have sweaty skin pressed into her teammate. But more than that baser attraction, something else drew her fixation.

Because Astrid understood. Of her teammates, Astrid was the person she most easily connected with. Zoey was—Zoey. They couldn't be more different, in almost all aspects. That wasn't a bad thing; the contrast was refreshing and one of the reasons she loved her. But that disconnect in lived experience existed nonetheless.

Delta was the same, only somewhat easier to relate to because she came from the same world. A low bar to set. Maddy should have been easier to empathize with, but while she was a daughter of a Sovereign, she didn't seem to have many expectations placed on her. Not, at least, on the level Rosalie did.

Astrid was the heiress of her clan. The Harkvalen might not be a highguild, but Astrid felt the weight of expectation on her. She had been sent off to trial for a place on Rosalie's team—Enzo's daughter's team, more accurately—as an opportunity to extend the clan's influence on the world as much as to gain experience. She knew what it was like to have her people's future on her shoulders.

Rosalie suspected that the woman had never thought she would end up here, though.

With her team leader's cock between her tits.

"Don't be shy, now," Rosalie murmured. "Squeeze them together. Like this." She demonstrated on herself, using her hands to push her breasts together.

It was intoxicating, Rosalie could finally admit with her unusually lucid state of mind, how Astrid's eyes locked to her curves and seized there. The obvious admiration in her gaze made Rosalie's insides clench.

Why did she like it so much when people lusted over her? When they wanted her?

She knew the answer, even if she didn't ruminate on the topic often. It was thanks to her formative years. She had been isolated, not just for safety's sake—because the d'Celestins had plenty of enemies to warrant that. But because she'd been busy learning. Her academic upbringing hadn't been the most rigorous, though far from simple either, but moreover, her martial education. As a wayfarer, she had needed to train, train, and train. To learn how to wield a spear in such a way she brought honor to the name d'Celestin.

And when it turned out that she had some talent for it? Her schedule had doubled as her father's piercing gaze had turned her way. An heiress, finally. A true one unlike that failure Charlotte, and one in which he could fix his prior mistakes with Elodie.

Thus, in her youth, she'd had few friends and none besides family she could call truly close.

Was it any surprise she craved intimacy of any form, then?

Especially this type. She'd spent too many years cooped up. Rosalie had always thought of herself as less interested in romance and similar topics than most people. Not quite apathetic to the idea—but she had more to worry about, and it hadn't ever grabbed her attention.

She had just been lacking the proper women in her life. Because as Astrid bit her lip, quested her hands up to either side of her chest, and gently squeezed her tits together to mold around Rosalie's cock, the surge of molten-hot arousal that coursed through her nearly shut her brain off. How had she ever not been addicted to these sensations, these lurid fantasies in her head?

Rosalie started rolling her hips back and forth, thrusting her cock between those waiting breasts. Astrid's green eyes—calmed from their heated red—watched Rosalie's cock tip poke out, then sink back down into her cleavage, over and over. The apex of each thrust had Rosalie spearing so close to her lips it sent a thrill through her. She thrust a little harder, making the woman's breasts bounce, and her cock head reached that much closer. Astrid leaned forward almost instinctively.

Would she? Rosalie waited with bated breath as she humped back and forth, groaning at how amazing Astrid's tits felt. She craned her hips with each roll, reaching for Astrid's mouth subconsciously as much as consciously.

And then—contact. The sudden press of her cockhead on Astrid's lips sent a jolt through Rosalie. It seemed to shock Astrid out of her reverie too, but when Rosalie withdrew, then pushed forward again, Astrid hadn't moved her head. She gave another accidental kiss to Rosalie's cock with the next thrust.

Rosalie's mouth fell open as she began panting, her hips taking a more fervent speed. Somehow, it was even more titillating the way Astrid kept her mouth shut but didn't move away. Green eyes transfixed on the thick rod popping in and out of her cleavage, Astrid repeatedly let her mouth be smushed against the head, lips parting just slightly with each impact. Not opening and allowing Rosalie in—but utterly bewitched by the concept, even if her body wouldn't obey, wouldn't take things that far.

Even the tantalizing possibility of Astrid cracking her mouth open was more than enough to leave Rosalie a groaning mess. She pushed herself harder and harder until her hips were slamming into Astrid's tits with a nearly animalistic fever. With the hard motions, her cockhead hit Astrid's lips with enough force she squished her way in and slid against her teeth—though Astrid still kept her mouth stoically closed. Rosalie could almost imagine it counted, though, and that each time her hips rocked forward she was sinking into the sweet wetness behind Astrid's lips. The thought alone made her cock twitch wildly, that hot sensation growing and coiling low in her stomach.

It—It hadn't been that long. Less than a minute, right? She couldn't already almost be—?

This had happened last time too. This weapon of hers was way too sensitive. Way too fast to go off.

But oh well. In another circumstance, she might have been mortified at the prospect of stumbling over that cliff edge so quickly, but she was here to enjoy herself. Astrid was her reward to claim. Why wouldn't she indulge the instant that clenching low in her stomach began? Why wouldn't she give in? She could tell that she was allowed more than one round, unlike Delta's victory, so there was no reason to hold off.

Her movements grew sloppy as she desperately humped into the redhead's cleavage. Rosalie's hands fell on Astrid's, helping the woman squeeze her breasts together just a little firmer, enjoying the new tightness. The warmth was exquisite, the constant soft lip-smushing kisses maddening. Rosalie bit down hard on her lip and moaned as her body quivered.

"Almost—almost there," she gasped. "Here it comes!"

She thrust up into Astrid's breasts one last time, and didn't pull back. With a final groan, Rosalie hilted herself against the redhead, pressing the head of her cock right against those closed lips, and, with moan turning to whimper, let go.

Hot cum pumped free from her rod, splattering onto Astrid's lips poised only scant centimeters away. Rosalie's eyes squeezed shut, her hips rolling in tiny motions as her core tightened with hot, roiling waves of bliss. Thick ropes of white spurted out repeatedly, spraying Astrid's mouth, face, and, when Rosalie pulled back slightly to release the last few spurts, between her tits too.

When Rosalie slumped down, panting with the aftershocks of her orgasm, she was left with her cock still crammed between the other woman's breasts, cum slowly dribbling its way down. The white splattered on Astrid's face glistened under the dim light of the shard, and Astrid wore an expression of clouded lust, eyes locked on the cock between her tits. Rosalie twitched heavily inside her cleavage.

Zoey crouched down next to Rosalie, and Rosalie blinked and looked at her. In the hot waves of ecstasy, she'd forgotten they had a spectator.

"Amazing as that was," Zoey murmured, "not sharing isn't very nice."

Rosalie pulled Zoey in and kissed her, which dispelled the teasing look in her eyes.

Pulling back, Rosalie replied, "I have a fun idea."

"I'm all ears."