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7.21 - Check In
🕑 Added 2024-12-04 01:20:00 +0000 UTCThe disaster had been averted. Rosalie would endure all manner of torment from her eldest sister in the coming weeks—likely the rest of her life—but the critical concerns had been resolved. Elodie had promised to keep her and Zoey's 'scandalous activities' private.
The reunion had been pleasant, despite everything. She had missed her sister. A d'Celestin struggled to form relationships simply thanks to their position in society, so her sisters had been her only friends growing up. Strained friendships, admittedly, but the only close ones she'd had.
When she extracted herself from Elodie's company, she trudged back to her bedroom to find the door hanging awkwardly on a damaged hinge. Her annoyance flared anew. Really. Kicking her door down out of curiosity? That took impulsiveness a step too far. Sighing, she shouldered in, the door groaning as it swung open. It would be repaired within the day once she spoke with the estate's steward, but it was still an irritation she didn't need.
Inside, she found a freshly made bed—which was one relief. Zoey had taken the ruined sheets to her own room. The staff already knew about Zoey and Delta's relationship, so suspicious bedding there wouldn't raise questions. Rosalie, meanwhile, maintained appearances by keeping her own bed pristine, exchanging with Zoey when needed. She also limited the staff's access to once-weekly cleanings, which might seem peculiar to some, but not enough to draw overmuch attention.
Zoey and Delta were gone, probably because staying inside Rosalie's room when the door was broken would've been unwise for keeping their meetings a secret. Stepping through the portal-door connecting her and Zoey's rooms, she found that they had, indeed, reconvened there.
And she was met with a familiar sound.
Heat rose on her cheeks at the familiar noise. Her stomach clenched reflexively, heat surging through her body as her ears were barraged with the loud clapping—and squelching—of flesh hitting flesh. Or, rather, goo hitting goo.
Peeking out from the closet—where the portal-door was kept—the sight awaiting her hit with surprising potency.
Delta was lying on her back, her legs propped up and spread, with Zoey atop her, pummeling her hips down into the foxgirl with enough force that each clap of goo had to be audible from the hallway—and if not for the vigorous fucking, then the noises coming out of Delta's mouth would've made it clear what was happening in this room. Delta's arms were wrapped around Zoey's back, moans high-pitched and needy, and a steady stream of 'ah, ah, ah' mixed with Zoey's name spilled out from her.
Rosalie's mind went blank, arousal stirring reflexively at the lewd sight that had abruptly met her. Her thighs clenched together. It still shocked her how she could never seem to get enough; hadn't she just spent more than an hour being taken apart by Zoey? She ought to be sated.
She hadn't come here intending to join in. She had simply needed to speak with Zoey and Delta on the day's plans.
She wasn't sure why, but she found herself frozen at the closet entrance, peeking at the lewd display. It was hardly anything she shouldn't be seeing. She'd been part of this just forty-five minutes ago. Nonetheless, that was the feeling she got: that she was a voyeur spying in on a private moment. And why did that make the heat in her stomach even more intense?
She found herself almost unable to breathe as she drank in the sight of her busty girlfriend hammering her breeding-tool into her other girlfriend—with enough force to make the entire bed frame creak and shake. It would have been a lewd sight by itself, but with the two women transformed into goo-girls, the jiggling of their bodies joined with the squelching noises really took it over the top. In a way Rosalie apparently, unfortunately, liked. At least based on how her body was responding.
Delta had already been close when Rosalie had walked in; the pitch and volume of her moaning had given that away. So Rosalie didn't have to spy for long before the other girl's voice was rising into a sharp crescendo, and her whole body started to quake as pleasure wracked her. Zoey slapped down one last time, burying her cock inside Delta, and let loose a loud groan as she joined Delta in orgasm, kissing the other girl even as her cock twitched and fired rope after rope of cum inside her partner.
The sight of them kissing—watching her girlfriend's hips shake as she pumped a load into her partner's womb—really shouldn't have flustered Rosalie so much. Or should it have? She wasn't sure. Either way, the heat between her thighs was telling her to throw herself onto the bed and join the two of them. But no. The day needed to begin in earnest, and she'd spent enough time having her insides stirred around.
Though maybe once more wouldn't hurt?
She shook her head and forced herself to move. She strode over calmly, plopping down next to the two girls, feigning composure she didn't feel.
"I see you two had no issues continuing without me," she said dryly.
They both jerked in surprise, having been so lost in their shared pleasure they hadn't heard her approach.
"Shit, princess, you scared me," Delta said. A grin stretched across her lips, a devious look that Rosalie knew well. "Perfect timing. I was hoping you'd—"
"There's been quite enough sex for one morning," Rosalie interrupted loudly. "We have things to talk about. Get cleaned up, please."
"Enough sex for one morning?" Delta quoted, seeming scandalized by the idea. "I'm pretty sure you're blaspheming Zoey's religion by saying that. I'm gonna tell on you."
"To whom?"
"Aria, of course. The High Priestess. She'll smite you or something."
Rosalie looked at her flatly. "Up," she said, poking at Delta's shoulder. "We need to talk."
"Things went well with Elodie?" Zoey asked, actually listening to Rosalie's request as she tried to extract herself from Delta. But the foxgirl—the slimefoxgirl?—locked her in with both arms around her back and ankles tied behind her waist.
"Nuh uh," Delta complained. "This is the best part. Stay. I worked hard for this."
The earnest request flustered Zoey, and she glanced at Rosalie as if asking for permission. Rosalie's own cheeks colored. Was she really going to have this conversation with Zoey sheathed inside Delta?
She guessed she didn't have much choice. She huffed in exasperation. "Yes, Elodie was dealt with. That wasn't the ... ideal way ... I'd have wanted you three to meet. But there's no looming disaster."
"That's good," Zoey said, holding the conversation as if she wasn't kissing Delta's cervix with her cock-tip as she spoke. And Rosalie could see it, too, through her transparent goo-body. Zoey seemed to be enjoying her sheathe enough that she hadn't even softened; her full erect length was extremely visible through the purple slimegirl. "It was pretty rude to barge in, though. Is that something she does often?"
"Yes. Unfortunately. And there's little stopping it. The Guildmaster of one of the most powerful guilds in the world couldn't wrangle control of Elodie, so there's no hope for us. It's better to think of her as … a force of nature."
"Sounds like my kind of girl," Delta said. She paused, then coughed. "To hang out with, I mean."
"You would think so." The worst part was, she really did think Delta would get along with Elodie. "Anyway, Elodie's not who we need to talk about. She's not a problem, as I said. Not an immediate one." Or one that could be solved if she was. "Rather, I wanted to talk about Astrid."
"Astrid?"
"Someone needs to handle that, yes? After the revelations of yesterday. I wanted to see whether it should be me." She had offered last night, upon first learning that Astrid had sussed out what had happened in the shard, but she was questioning whether that was the best choice now. "Would it be better if you tracked her down, instead, Zoey? See what she thinks of everything?"
Zoey hesitated. "I'm not sure. She might still be flustered talking to me, like she was last night. Might want more space and time to think? She respects you the most, anyway, and you're close in temperament. You were right last night—you're the best choice. Do you not want to?"
"It's not that." Rosalie looked away. "I'm just not sure how well I'd handle it."
"Alright, fine," Delta announced. "I'll go and talk to her."
"Definitely not," Rosalie rejected immediately, and even Zoey had opened her mouth to turn that potential disaster down.
"What?" Delta put on a look of mock offense. "I'd do great. I'm very tactful. If you think you'll be awkward about it, that won't be an issue for me. I'll make it extremely clear what the benefits of Zoey's class are. Make an itemized list. Maybe even give her a few samples." She wiggled her eyebrows to make it clear that those 'samples' would be her.
Rosalie shared a look with Zoey. Suddenly, she was much more confident that she was the best choice. "Never mind. I'll handle it." Rosalie stood and smoothed down her skirt. "Well, I'm going to go find her then. I'll track you down afterward and let you know if you should follow up," she told Zoey.
"Sounds like a plan. Good luck."
Rosalie eyed their joined positioning, the two naked slimegirls still deeply intertwined. "And seriously, you've been going at it for close to two hours now. We have responsibilities. There is such a thing as too much sex; all three of us have busy schedules. Save it for the recharging sessions, if you must."
Comments
Xev
This chapter post deserves at least a half heart for the delicious scene Rosalie walked in on 😍
Jules
Off topic but when is Zoey gonna solidify their bond, making it permanent? I’m in serious need of some more romance :3
