This Ascent to Divinity is Lewder Than Expected

6.46 – Princess I

Seeing Rosalie laid out on the bed, naked from her waist down but still wearing her shirt and bra, breathing hard as Delta ran a tongue up her slit, Zoey couldn't help but think that everything was right in the world.

Zoey had been waiting for a chance to get her hands on Rosalie again. It hadn't been half a week since they'd gotten some extended personal time, but when this was what Zoey got to look forward to, of course she had been getting antsy. Even a few days was too long a gap between making the blonde squirm.

Zoey tugged her shirt off and tossed it to the side. Her pants and boxers followed next, freeing a fourteen-inch girlcock that was, of course, standing firmly at attention. Kissing Rosalie alone would have had Zoey ready to go, much less the show Delta was putting on down between Rosalie's legs. It really was a shockingly arousing sight, seeing one girlfriend of hers wiggle her tongue around inside another.

Both Rosalie and Delta's eyes fell on Zoey as she disrobed, lingering on the thick rod Zoey had grabbed in one hand. It did wonders for a girl's ego, really, seeing how instantly and raptly their attentions turned to her. She gave herself a wiggle, showing herself off for her audience of two, and she admired the way their eyes followed the movement, unable to help themselves—maybe not even realizing how enraptured they were.

Yeah, the blatant appreciation in their gazes definitely did a few things to boost a girl's confidence.

Zoey shuffled across the bed on her knees, sitting back on her heels when she arrived at Rosalie. She rested her cock across the girl's face, covering her eyes with the thick pillar. She smirked at the indignant noise Rosalie made, then rocked her hips back and forth, sliding her shaft over her girlfriend's soft features. The friction felt amazing, or maybe it was more the visual: her huge cock laid out across the blonde. A bead of pre dribbled out to slide down her tip, starting to coat Rosalie's closed eyes with each thrust.

"Do you mind?" Rosalie murmured.

"No. Do you?" Zoey laughed and rolled her hips forward again, sliding her length across Rosalie's skin. "What? Don't you like having your face covered with dick? I think you look pretty like this."

"No disagreements here," Delta said from her place down between Rosalie's thighs. She drew her tongue across her pussy, a long, slow, tantalizing lick. "Princesses always look prettier with cocks on their faces."

Rosalie's face went a shade redder at that. Her lips parted, breaths coming out faster despite that Delta's attention down low had slowed, not accelerated. Delta was mostly enjoying the show happening up above.

Zoey slid her cock down from Rosalie's eyes, placing her cocktip on the girl's lips.

"Open up, princess," Zoey said, and, contrary to Rosalie's embarrassment and noises of protests—which Zoey didn't think Rosalie would ever be able to stop herself from making—she parted her lips, accepting Zoey's tip. Zoey's breath hitched as Rosalie licked delicately at the underside of her cock, flicking her tongue and swirling around. "Ah," Zoey murmured, grinding forward, sliding into Rosalie's mouth from the side and pushing her cheek out. "There you go. That's a good girl."

Delta watched, her pupils dilated with excitement, as Rosalie turned her head and leaned forward, getting a better angle to take Zoey deeper and properly suckle on her cock. Zoey ran her fingers through Rosalie's hair, cupping the back of her head with one hand and keeping her steady as she pressed in deeper.

The positioning was too awkward, though, sitting to the side of her, so Zoey reluctantly pulled herself from the girl's mouth to reposition. She climbed over top, so that her knees were to either side of Rosalie's head. She grabbed her shaft, which dangled down vertically to hover above Rosalie's lips. The blonde craned upward, her mouth opening to accept the treat presented to her, and Zoey pushed in again, this time with a better angle. Her hips pushed downward, and she slid into Rosalie's throat, stretching it wide as she popped into that tight passageway.

Rosalie's throat clenched around Zoey, straining around the invasion, but Zoey continued, forcing the girl to swallow her length until her hips—almost without her control—slapped down the last several inches with excitement, her pelvis hitting Rosalie's face with a light clap.

Zoey shuddered, taking a steadying gasp of air. "Hah," she said, her chest heaving, as she rocked her hips back and forth. Rosalie couldn't move her head much with Zoey over her like this, on all fours and perched in a rutting position, but it wasn't needed—Zoey was the one controlling everything, angling her hips for the best way to dive into Rosalie's throat.

"Now that," Delta murmured. "Is what I call a good view." Forgetting the fun she'd been having between Rosalie's thighs, Delta crawled up the girl, lying on top of her so their stomachs were flush, with Delta's admiration now focused on the girl's bulging throat. Zoey could only see the two of them by looking over her shoulder—and, when pulling up so that her cock was once again dangling vertically, poised at Rosalie's lips, between the gap in her cock and thighs, given a small window to see her two girlfriends lying on top of each other.

"Down you go," Delta encouraged. "Let's see her bulge again."

Zoey did just that, savoring the way Rosalie's throat stretched wide for her. The velvet smoothness of her insides was a divine sensation, hugging her cock and applying pressure along her entire length. It felt like a drug, every time she used Rosalie like this, and she was slowly—not even slowly—getting addicted to the feeling.

"Yeah, this is never gonna get old," Delta said wonderingly as Zoey slid in for a second time, distending Rosalie's throat. "It's so … pronounced. How much can you feel this, anyway?" she asked Zoey, resting a hand on Rosalie's throat and rubbing, feeling the outline of her member. Zoey shuddered as she did, and Rosalie choked, gagging around Zoey's cock, the sensation of having her throat rubbed while already distended too much for her to handle.

"I can feel it," Zoey said.

"Is it good?" Delta rubbed a bit more firmly, and Zoey groaned. "Oh yeah, I can tell you like it." She added a second hand, now sitting on Rosalie's stomach as she caressed up and down Rosalie's neck, massaging Zoey's cock through the soft flesh. "This is pretty hot, actually."

"Mm," Zoey agreed, her thoughts growing hazy. The sensation itself wasn't all that great—with Rosalie's throat muting the sensation of Delta's stroking—but rather, it was the act itself that excited her. And, admittedly, the way Rosalie was choking, not just running out of air, but finding Delta's firm massaging of her bulging skin hard to keep her composure through.

"Stop moving," Delta ordered Zoey. "Just keep steady, and let me."

With some willpower, Zoey forced herself to stop thrusting in and out, instead keeping her cock lodged firmly in Rosalie's throat. She couldn't help a small bit of squirming, but otherwise did her best to hold still as Delta worked at her cock through Rosalie.

"Fuck," Delta murmured. "You're already kinda close, aren't you?" Her hands worked faster, pressing more firmly, trying to guide Zoey to her peak. "Yeah, you are. I can feel you twitching. You like this that much? Getting jerked off through your girlfriend's throat?"

Zoey bit back a moan. Her muscles tightened, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. Keeping her hips still was almost an impossible feat.

"Come on," Delta said. "Blondie's running out of air. If you want this to happen, you're gonna have to finish before she passes out. So give in."

The thought of Rosalie losing consciousness while her throat was stretched around Zoey's cock didn't help the heat coiling inside her stomach. Or, rather, definitely helped, because she wanted the quick finish—as badly as Delta did. The idea of not even thrusting into Rosalie's throat, and instead being jerked off by Delta's hands through it had her knees trembling, even after only a minute of the treatment.

"C'mon," Delta murmured. "Cum inside her." Her hands rubbed away, sending pulses of heat up Zoey's cock. Her thoughts were quickly going fuzzy. "Let go."

"Fuck," Zoey groaned, pressing her head into the bedsheets. "H-Here it comes."

Rosalie gurgled on her cock, spluttering weakly, her throat muscles convulsing—which, in turn, caused her throat to squeeze around Zoey's cock even more tightly. Delta picked up her massaging pace one more time, sliding up and down Rosalie's throat, and, with Zoey already hovering on the edge, that was all it took to shove her over. She whined into the bedsheets as fire overtook her, washing across her body, her muscles going taut as her cock swelled in an imminent warning.

"Do it," Delta encouraged, sounding entranced. "Blow your load. Fill our cute princess's stomach up."

The heat consumed her, and her mind blanked out, vision whiting as pleasure hit her like a truck. It took a second to come back to herself as thick pulse after thick pulse poured down Rosalie's throat. She gasped in breaths, feeling Delta rubbing Rosalie's throat roughly, the muscles clenching and unclenching in spasms as Zoey's length pumped warm liquid directly down her esophagus, filling her stomach. Zoey started thrusting, milking her shaft within Rosalie's throat, no longer able to control herself.

Then she collapsed, exhausted, staying firmly lodged inside Rosalie. Her cock grew soft inside her girlfriend's throat, second by second, Zoey enjoying her sheathe as she came down from her high.

Eventually, even Rosalie reached her limit, and she desperately patted her thighs. Zoey pulled out and rolled to the side, still breathing heavily. Rosalie gasped for air, coughing as she finally got her much-needed oxygen. Her eyes watered from the abuse.

"Nngh," she said. She took in a couple of deep breaths, slowly settling, though her cheeks stayed flushed. "You two … are terrible," she gasped. "Do you have any idea what that felt like, for me?"

"Pretty intense, I bet," Delta said, smirking. "But stop pretending you didn't like it. You didn't even try to push her off. Or my hands away, for that matter."

"Hmph."

Delta leaned over to give Rosalie a quick kiss. "Now that we're done getting carried away, though," she murmured. "It's time you get your turn. That was the original plan, until someone got distracted." She leaned up, sitting on Rosalie's hips, to look at Zoey. She pulled out a potion from her inventory and waggled it at her. "So. What're you thinking? Who gets which hole?"