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7.50 - ❤ A Leader's Role
🕑 Added 2025-03-30 00:20:01 +0000 UTCThinking back, Astrid had no idea how this had made sense to her. There had seemed to be logic behind the conclusion she and Rosalie had mutually stumbled upon: That while she wouldn't have minded going off with Zoey on her own and taking care of this 'skill requirement', Rosalie's presence would alleviate some of the awkwardness. The two were girlfriends, after all, and Astrid could simply help as needed.
Watching Zoey stand from the bench and Rosalie subsequently drop to her knees, though, Astrid's heart began thundering in her chest. Many times harder, probably, than if she'd been alone with Zoey.
Because in reality? Watching Rosalie, the serious and competent woman she'd grown to respect, get down on her knees with the obvious intent to pleasure another woman right in front of her was—doing things to Astrid.
Especially since she was hardly going to sit there and only watch. She had her own responsibilities to be certain the skill would take hold. So how was this better? What had she spared herself from? It was worse, objectively. Worse in the sense that Astrid felt like her face might melt off, though that meant 'better' in a more honest respect.
Her racing thoughts were interrupted by Rosalie gesturing her over, and Astrid found her feet automatically obeying. She got down in front of the tall, dark-haired goddess to kneel next to Rosalie. Goddess in a literal sense, in some regards, she thought faintly. Though she had meant the title by how stunning Zoey was. She was easily the most beautiful woman she had ever seen, enough that it had been disorienting to first meet her.
"You know," Zoey murmured, "there's something special about having two pretty girls on their knees for me."
Astrid's heart all but jumped out of her throat. Not just because of the crudeness of the remark, and the reminder that she was, indeed, on her knees in front of another woman, about to watch and probably join in servicing her, but also at the offhand compliment. 'Pretty,' offered in such an earnest murmur that she knew Zoey meant it. Such simple praise shouldn't affect her like it did.
She had to fight the urge to retreat. Meeting those emerald green eyes was no easy feat, not when there was so much amusement dancing in them—and another baser emotion that even she, despite her inexperience, could read. Another woman was lusting over her. Knowing that made her stomach do somersaults.
There was little time for her to digest the situation. Rosalie snorted in response to Zoey's comment, then leaned forward to pop open her pants button and tug the garment down.
"Always the flatterer," she said with a roll of her eyes, though Astrid could see that she was pleased by the compliment too. At least she wasn't the only pushover.
Rosalie hooked Zoey's underwear along with her pants, which meant, as those two articles of clothing hit Zoey's ankles, Astrid was abruptly face-to-face with a cock.
Her thoughts came to a halt. Some amount of mental freeze would have happened no matter what, but her brain turned off completely rather than halfway.
Because. What was she looking at?
Rosalie had mentioned offhandedly that her girlfriend was 'big'. Astrid might be a virgin, but she wasn't clueless; she knew how large 'big' should be. Yet, though Zoey was still soft, she already exceeded the highest end of her expectations. Astrid's jaw slackened and she leaned forward in sheer disbelief.
And it was getting bigger. In anticipation of having two girls about to pleasure it, the huge slab of cockmeat was filling out with every second, more and more blood pumping in with thick, heavy throbs. She went dizzy as the fourteen-inch weapon of a nascent goddess came to life.
"It's a little on the big end," Astrid heard Zoey joke, though she was so out of it that it took a few seconds before she jolted, realizing the teasing comment had been meant for her. Tearing her eyes up and clicking her teeth shut, she met Zoey's gaze.
Astrid swallowed and forced her mouth to work. She'd already embarrassed herself by her earlier timidity, letting Rosalie explain the situation in her place, so she needed to get a hold of herself. "A bit," she repeated, though her words felt flustered to her ears, which only made her squirm harder. She pushed through. "Yes. A bit." She forced the joke out. "Nothing to be ashamed of, I would say."
Zoey laughed. "And I'm the one who gets called a flatterer?"
"It really is unwieldy," Rosalie huffed, grabbing the thick mass with a casualness that almost made Astrid jump in place—but of course Rosalie thought nothing of it; the two were girlfriends and had done far more. This was a first for Astrid, though, so she was on edge, filled with nervous excitement. "Completely unreasonable, really," Rosalie added, placing her forearm against it as a measuring stick. Deliberately drawing attention to its size. Zoey's cock was larger in both length and girth, and it wasn't close. Heavens above. That thing went inside people? Her knees squirmed together.
Further making her insides twist around with anxious heat was the look on Rosalie's face. She'd grumbled her two sentences out, pretending to mean what she'd said, but the expression on her face made her real thoughts clear. She was proud of her girlfriend's huge cock. That had been why she'd lined up her forearm—to show it off to Astrid. Indeed, those blue eyes were sneaking looks, and seemed extremely pleased by the stunned expression Astrid knew was on her face.
Rosalie was getting turned on by how someone else was admiring her girlfriend's cock. That realization sent a thrill through her. Rosalie seemed so levelheaded and professional most of the time; the only lapses came when they broached the less appropriate topics—which happened often, a necessity of their team. But this was different from that. Rather than growing slightly flustered and clearing her throat too much, Rosalie had a look in her eyes as she held her girlfriend's huge cock and showed it off to Astrid. One that made her feel faint.
"How does it even fit?" she managed to mumble out.
"It barely does," Rosalie said dryly. "And she's not nearly careful enough with it."
"I have a skill," Zoey explained, answering the more literal question, because really, it didn't make physical sense. "And a few other ones. I didn't tell you because—" She laughed. "Wasn't necessary. Would be kind of awkward to bring that up out of nowhere."
"A skill," Astrid repeated. She realized her eyes had accidentally wandered down to that mass of girlcock and gotten stuck there, so she hurriedly tore them back up. Even if Zoey's face wasn't much safer a place to look. She shook her head, then added, "Really?"
"Really. I've heard it can still be a bit much, though." There wasn't smugness in her voice, but she obviously appreciated her significant endowment. Astrid would too, if it made girls like Rosalie look at her with poorly hidden pride—and even less hidden arousal. Really, as much as Zoey's huge cock was making her thoughts run in circles, it was Rosalie's obvious appreciation doing more to take Astrid's composure apart.
"Difficult in a good way, though," Rosalie mumbled, and she seemed to only be half paying attention now, because her hands had started to move. Sparks danced through Astrid's veins as the event began in earnest. She watched her team leader—the heiress of the d'Celestin empire—run her grip up and down the thick, flushed length of Zoey’s dick. Her hands looked so small trying to wrap around it.
Astrid's mouth went dry as Zoey let out a low, satisfied noise, undoubtedly the first of many, and her eyes held Astrid's in lieu of her girlfriend's. Which was fair, because Rosalie too was watching Astrid.
They were both getting off on this. On her presence. That she was watching and obviously flustered. They were using her as a toy, of sorts. Had that been Rosalie's goal from the start? If it had, she doubted Rosalie had meant to. If Astrid were honest with herself, hadn't she, too, deluded herself into thinking this was 'the more appropriate' way to handle this? Because the idea appealed to her? Because she was interested in Zoey, yes, but also Rosalie—so if both of them wanted to use her as an accessory, maybe she wouldn't mind. All of that had surely been in the background of her thoughts—as they remained now, Astrid refusing to let them more than half form.
Her knees rubbed together, something hot pulsing low in her belly. Heavens, what had she gotten herself into?
Comments
Mr Socks
Zoey and the ever-growing Disaster-Harem
Shurtugil
Oh honey. You're already hopeless 😞
