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7.61 - ❤ Second Claim II
🕑 Added 2025-05-14 14:53:40 +0000 UTC"Picking you up and stuffing you from either end sounds pretty appealing, I have to admit, but variety is the spice of life," Delta mused. "That said, Zoey and I have teamed up on you from two holes enough," she said, slipping a hand between Rosalie's legs and cupping hard—enough to drag a moan out of Rosalie. "So it'd feel a little uncreative when I have you all to myself. Then again … ass and pussy is always a fun choice." She slipped a thumb into Rosalie's mouth, tugging her lower lip down and running the finger side to side along her teeth in a way that had Rosalie's heart slamming. "So I could be convinced to be uncreative. Thoughts, princess?"
Rosalie squirmed underneath her. It had been difficult to resist earlier, when she'd only been watching. Now that she was the one being toyed with, thinking anything besides, Oh, gods, yes, please, yes, I want— was all but impossible.
Gripping Rosalie's lower lip with thumb and forefinger, Delta tugged back just enough to send a jolt through her. She released, smirked, and sat on Rosalie's thighs.
"That's obviously a 'yes please'," she said, reading Rosalie's thoughts in that way that was infuriating and thrilling, "but I do think it's creatively bankrupt. Opportunities like this show up only once in a while, you know."
She tapped her pointer finger onto her own lips, making a show of coming up with some more interesting idea, her tall fox ears twitching as she deeply contemplated the issue at hand.
The way Delta's eyes widened suddenly, at least, wasn't an act. Rosalie knew she'd had an idea. She almost fainted in anticipation.
"There's a more fun way to double team you, I think," Delta said, grinning so fiercely that Rosalie's stomach dropped. "All I'll say is—good thing your girlfriend's fat cock has been stretching you out."
The foxgirl and her clone helped pull Rosalie up. Rosalie found herself sitting on her knees, dazed, as a curvaceous foxgirl and her shadow-clone held their respective cocks in hand.
Suddenly, she had two huge dicks hovering over her face. Pale blue eyes flicked left and right, as if trying to decide which enormous, meaty mass to settle on. Her gaze finally landed on the red eyes of the girl who began to speak.
"Taking you from two holes at once is plenty of fun," the foxgirl said, smirking down at her. "But one hole at twice sounds appealing too. Can't do that with Zoey, because, let's be honest, that girl's a hog. There's no space to share when she shoves that ridiculous thing in. Me though?" She and her shadow wiggled their cocks in unison. "Nothing to be ashamed of, but maybe not so big we can't cram our way in. Hopefully Zoey's big dick has stretched out those cute holes of yours enough."
Rosalie's mind raced as she tried to digest the words—despite how clearly and straightforwardly Delta had laid out her intentions—because she was a little distracted. She always found it hard to think when she had a cock shoved in her face. That was reasonable, right?
She didn't have time to process, because Delta and her shadow were already closing the distance. Two fat cocks were suddenly pressing into her lips, and while in most circumstances she'd have opened automatically, her overheating brain had shut off her instinctive reactions.
"Don't worry. I've seen you fit a cock half the size of your neck down there," Delta said. "Seriously hot, by the way, makes me kind of jealous the way it bulges out." She laughed. "I feel like a girl with a nine-inch cock shouldn't be insecure about her size, but that girlfriend of ours is unreasonable in more ways than one. Hope this is enough for you. And at least I've got help," she smirked, patting her clone on the back.
They pulled back and slapped Rosalie with their cocks. Hard. Enough to leave a sting, and maybe an imprint.
Rosalie absolutely didn't moan. Who would moan at having their face slapped with a cock? Not the heiress of the d'Celestin guild, that was certain.
"Good answer, Princess. Now open," she demanded.
And Rosalie obviously obeyed.
Two heads pressed in at the same time, stretching her lips wide and grazing each other's tips as Rosalie tried not to choke on the sudden taste of cock. Delta and her shadow didn't slow, didn't ease her into it. They continued pushing forward until they were both half-buried inside her mouth, cocks touching along most of their lengths, crammed tightly together in the wet, hot space. The two foxgirls had similar smirks plastered over their faces as they urged their hips forward.
"Just a bit further," Delta cooed, and Rosalie wasn't sure if the girl was even speaking to her at this point—maybe her shadow. It seemed to be directed inward, indulgent.
She had no choice but to open wider, tongue sliding against and between the bottoms of their shafts, the swap from one to the other strangely erotic. Four hands were on her head—overwhelming in its own right—and her assailants pushed harder despite the resistance.
"Bit of an awkward angle, but we should be able to make it happen," Delta said, biting her lip, a groan in her voice.
And then they were both pressing into the back of her throat. She gagged around the huge girths. Gods. They weren't quite comparable to Zoey's monster, but they were still massive, and there were two of them. Not to mention how they didn't have a skill to help make it easier.
"Bit more," Delta moaned. "Here we go. Get ready, Princess."
That was all her warning, because her foxgirl teammates shuffled in a bit closer together, desperately trying to work themselves a little deeper.
Then both fat cocks were sliding deep down her throat. She felt herself stretch—that lovely, wonderful stretch she loved more than anything—as she took both of them inside her. Her eyes rolled back into her skull as they bulged her throat out, two huge meaty shafts plunging into her in a way she hadn't even known was possible.
As they manhandled their cockmeat into her, the two girls pushed in as tightly against each other as they could, trying to position themselves to fit even more in. Physical realities meant they couldn't hilt into her, but their impressive length meant they were able to get solidly inside.
"Wow," Delta breathed, held at the apex of the pose, the deepest they could reach with the awkward angle. "Somehow that's even hotter than seeing Zoey in you." She leaned down to grip Rosalie's throat and squeeze—a gurgling noise came from Rosalie, choking at the strange sensation. "There's two bulges. Fuck, Princess, you really are the perfect cocksleeve."
The transition was jarring. One moment Delta was slowly working on cramming her cocks down into Rosalie, the next she abandoned all pretenses. And Rosalie was being throat-fucked. Two huge cocks shoved in and out of her, synchronized, forcing her lips and throat to accommodate their size over and over.
Obscene gagging filled the air as saliva accumulated and bubbled out, dripping down her chin to join the rest of the lewd juices between her thighs. The assault on her face and throat was too much, too sudden to process. She slumped in place, but Delta held her up—Rosalie let her foxgirl teammate have her way with her.
Her world was cock. It was all she could smell, taste, hear. The wet gagging of their enthusiastic use of her mouth was overpowering in the small space of the corridor.
They lost their synchronous rhythm, maybe not happy they couldn't plunge all the way down themselves—and then her throat was being pummeled into one cock at a time. Rosalie's nose was shoved into the soft skin of each of her partners' pelvises in alternating fashion. A full nine inches bulged her throat out, and they abused her like that, taking turns, swapping which cock was invading her, over and over and over again, and she could hardly breathe much less think—and then Rosalie realized she was cumming.
She was cumming from getting her face fucked. Her knees pressed together and she whined hard. This had happened before, an orgasm where she hadn't needed to be touched. Intense, dreadful shame filled her ... but the saving grace was that Delta didn't seem to notice. Too busy with her own pleasure to see what was happening. She pummeled into Rosalie's throat, her face screwed up in pleasure, with so much enthusiasm that she wasn't even aware of how Rosalie had snuck a hand between her own legs to help her through it.
"Gods," the foxgirl moaned, head thrown back. "Princess. You're too fucking hot. I can't— I can't—"
Rosalie could finally breathe again as her dick popped free of her mouth and stayed out. Delta grabbed a fistful of her hair and slapped her cock onto her face. It covered her eye, and the shadow did the same a moment later, obscuring Rosalie's view entirely.
"As fun as that is, though," Delta panted heavily, "it was just supposed to be a warmup."
'Supposed to be', Rosalie read, because it almost had been more. Both cocks lying on her face were twitching and drooling pre-cum. Delta had obviously almost cum herself.
Rosalie couldn't blame her. She was still struggling to hide the aftershocks of her own orgasm. Only her thorough composure training saved her from giving away her shame to Delta. She really had gotten lucky, sneaking through that.
"More importantly, though," Delta said, pushing Rosalie over onto her back. "There's a better hole we can stuff twice at once."
Comments
Cynical Pasta
I am currently incapable of complex thought, but this is real good for sure
Ace76
It's always super hot when they hold back a bit. The ranked competitive s*x chapters in Dalliances were some of my favorites. A game to test endurance.
