7.68 - The Spoils

Astrid couldn't blame Zoey for being caught by the ambush—she too hadn't been aware until the last moment. Astrid only reacted faster because she had physical stats to thank, and defending others was her entire role. If anything, she blamed herself for not being more aware of Zoey's positioning and the possibility of a sneak attack.

They would analyze what had gone wrong in post-shard discussions. For now, they had consequences to face.

Consequences.

Meaning Rosalie d'Celestin standing over them, her normally ice-pale blue eyes glowing red, a satisfied smile curling her lips. Possession didn't rewrite one's personality, so Rosalie was still herself fundamentally. But more than had happened for Delta and Astrid herself, Rosalie seemed—looser. Reservations lifted. She was always confident and self-assured, but usually quietly. And relaxing that had provoked a significant surface-level change in her.

Astrid's gaze drifted down to between Rosalie's legs. The presence of that addition inspired no small amount of frantic fluttering in her stomach. She had been wondering what defeat at the hands of Rosalie would mean, and unlike with Delta, who she and Zoey had triumphed against, Astrid would be finding out.

Which was a bad thing, she reminded herself. But—not much to do about it now, was there? She'd tried her best, and failed. Sometimes that happened.

Now, she got to find out what was in store.

Rosalie smirked at Astrid, but turned away to Zoey. Rosalie walked over to her girlfriend, hips swaying and erect cock bouncing.

She sat on Zoey's thighs. Her cock pressed against Zoey's own, which had thus far remained soft, but at the touch of Rosalie's, quickly began to swell. In a series of eager throbs, she hardened against her girlfriend, the fourteen-inch member sliding up and along the nearly equal-size length until both pressed into each other happily, standing upright. Zoey met her girlfriend's gaze throughout, her expression complicated—but excitement obviously winning out despite the layered emotions.

"Hey there, beautiful. Haven't seen that thing in a while." Her eyes flickered down to where their cocks were kissing.

"Maybe not often enough," Rosalie replied, pushing her hips forward, humping the—only slightly smaller—girl dick against Zoey's. "Don't get too excited. I came over to plan how we're gonna team up on the newcomer. You get enough attention as is."

From her voyeuristic position to the side, Astrid almost let out a squeak as two pairs of eyes—one green, one glowing red—turned to her. She felt her face light on fire, half at being caught watching the intimate display—the two girls' cocks still pulsing and twitching against each other, something both of them seemed to be ignoring, or simply enjoying in silence—and half at the implication.

"Oh? Team up?" Zoey asked, the traitorous woman dropping any pretense of being on Astrid's side. "You did beat us fair and square," she mused, "so I guess I'm yours to order around. If you tell me to be a turncoat, I don't have much choice."

"Indeed." Dropping her torso forward, Rosalie laid herself across Zoey, their breasts pressing together—and though Astrid couldn't see it, their cocks no doubt squishing even more tightly in as well. A piece of imagery that Astrid probably shouldn't have imagined so vividly. Rosalie's hips humped back and forward in slow, gentle strokes, massaging the two sensitive rods crammed between them as she spoke. "For once, I get to be in charge. You're here to obey. What are your thoughts on that?"

Dipping forward, she seized Zoey's mouth in a kiss. One long, messy, escalating tongue-fucking later, she pulled back, leaving a red-faced and panting Zoey beneath her.

Zoey swallowed thickly. "I literally cannot explain how okay I am with it," she said, voice hoarse.

Rosalie smiled. She slid a thumb into Zoey's mouth and gently tugged on her lower lip. "It's in everyone. That need to shut up, obey, and be a good girl for once."

A shudder went through Zoey, and shamefully, one went through Astrid too, even though she was only watching the exchange, not the one at the mercy of this new Rosalie.

Standing, Rosalie separated herself from Zoey. She offered the other girl a hand, which Zoey took, her legs swaying somewhat unsteadily as she stood. Astrid tried twitching her own limbs, but she was still incapacitated. No doubt, Zoey could only move because she'd been given permission by Rosalie.

Side by side, the two lovers looked down at Astrid. Her heart galloped inside her throat so hard she thought it might escape. Having two women, each with fully-erect weapons that formidable—weapons they intended to use on her—approach her was a sight to make even the bravest woman feel lightheaded.

She was so flustered she forgot to use her words correctly, in the proper order and way these people liked. "Are supposed to be on my side, no?" she joked weakly at Zoey.

Even when the topic was addressed directly, Zoey had not an ounce of shame on her face. A grin broke out. For all that a surface-level comparison wouldn't suggest it, she and Delta were awfully similar.

"Sorry. Rules of the game." She looked at her partner. "So, Rosie, dear, how do you wanna claim your spoils of war? I'm all ears."

Rosalie leaned into Zoey's side, and Zoey slipped a hand around her waist. Her green eyes flicked down to the twelve-inch mass of girlcock, obviously wanting to play with it, but refraining.

"Mm," Rosalie said. "Shame you bought those panties. We could've used her like you and Delta do me. That would've been fun."

Once more, Astrid tried not to let the imagery invade her head, but it did anyway. A busty foxgirl and a dark-haired goddess holding Rosalie mid-air between them, violating her from two ends at once. She knew, obviously, that this team was … intimate … with each other. The reminder still emptied her thoughts out and made her skin run hot every time she remembered, though.

"There's plenty of fun to have regardless," Zoey said. "If you're looking for ideas, why don't you go ask her yourself?" She leaned in to whisper into Rosalie's ear with mock-quietness, "Just some advice—most girls can't help but tell the truth if they have a cock on their face."

Rather than bursting into a furious blush like she usually would, Rosalie gave Zoey an amused look. "Wise words. Maybe I should try it on you, first."

Zoey paused, then said, "Yes please?"

Rosalie snorted and extracted herself from Zoey's grip. Once more, hips swayed and a huge girl cock bounced up and down as the shorter woman closed the distance.

Then, suddenly, Rosalie was sitting on Astrid's midriff. Her cock slotted naturally between Astrid's breasts, and every inch exposed to that veiny mass burned as if a flame was touching her. Her eyes crossed as she focused on the head. A bead of precum dripped out and landed on her collarbone, then slid down into the hollow of her neck.

Astrid swallowed.

"I'm guessing a cock between the tits does fine as well?" Rosalie asked Zoey.

"It's close enough," Zoey laughed.

Red eyes fell on Astrid again. "Any preferences for your induction, then? And no, last night didn't count as an induction. I'll be doing a lot more than just jerking my girlfriend off on you." She gripped Astrid by the chin, which nearly killed her on the spot. "You don't mind, right?" Rosalie asked, breathing hot air across her face.

Surely it was Rosalie shaking Astrid's head, and not Astrid herself.

"Perfect," Rosalie said. She leaned back, her hands resting on either side of Astrid's torso as she craned her hips forward, pushing her cock a little further up Astrid's chest. "While you're thinking about it, put those tits to work, won't you?"