This Ascent to Divinity is Lewder Than Expected

4.14 – Ménage à Trois V

Delta’s velvety pussy wrapped around Rosalie’s cock, cutting off her complaints with a moan. Rosalie’s mind went white. Inside. Her cock was inside Delta. Her infuriating teammate. And on top of her, Rosalie’s girlfriend was moaning in her own pleasure, the sensations squeezing Rosalie’s cock shared between them.

Rosalie pushed her hips forward, sinking inch by inch deeper into the woman a few moments earlier begging for her cock. How did it feel so good? She’d almost forgotten how amazing pussy felt. It’d only been a few days, but it was hard to hold on to such intense memories, like that event with Zoey in the second shard, where she’d extracted the first several of Rosalie’s cock orgasms.

And now it was Delta’s turn to milk her cock dry. She sank further and further into the busty fox-girl, cock being squeezed and clamped by a tight, slippery pleasure. She felt so good. And Zoey, laying on top of Delta, with Delta’s arms wrapped around her stomach, was happy to make that clear. She panted, red-faced, hips wiggling as if upset she wasn’t the one in control.

“Fuck, blondie,” Delta groaned. “It feels even bigger than it looks. I’m so full.”

Leaning forward, her hands pressing into the bed on either side of the two stacked girls, Rosalie got to work. She pushed the last several inches in, burying herself until their bodies met. Zoey had to shuffle a few inches back. It was an awkward position, her girlfriend piled onto the girl Rosalie was fucking. But so much better, getting to see her reactions, getting to share the moment so intimately. Fucking Delta’s pussy, together.

She pulled back, velvet pressure caressing her cock on the way out, then slapped back in, stuffing Delta with a loud clap accompanied by three moans. Zoey’s hips did a little jerk, as if needing to mimic the motion.

Slowly, Rosalie worked into a rocking cadence. Both Zoey and Delta kept red-faced, panting eye-contact with her, encouraging her with begging eyes. More. They wanted more. Did they have any idea how unfair that was? How compromising? The dual attack of purple eyes and green ones?

Rosalie picked up speed. Delta’s pussy felt so good. She worked fourteen inches of cock in and out, impacting hard, jostling both girls, bouncing theirs tits with accompanying moans or whines. She was unpracticed at the movement, especially with how far she had to move back, then forward, to have as much of her cock as possible caressing Delta’s pussy. The pistoning movement was a bit jerky. Eager, made up for with enthusiasm, but still jerky.

Each passing moment had Rosalie’s better senses evaporating, the euphoria of fucking the subject of her unfortunate arousal erasing her mind. Because she could admit that, now, with Delta’s pussy coaxing out a burning, clenching sensation in her stomach. With Delta’s moans, Rosalie could admit she’d wanted this. That her girlfriend wasn’t the one who’d been taking interest in by Delta’s busty curves.

And really, all the times she’d aggravated Rosalie? That made this better. Getting to stuff her full and take her apart. Feeling her pussy wrapped so tightly around her and her girlfriend’s dick.

“Where’d the taunting go?” Rosalie asked, joining their lower halves with loud, forceful impacts. “Is this all it takes to shut you up?”

“A-All?” Delta groaned. “Is fourteen inches of cock supposed to be—ah! Easy? To take?”

“But after so much talk. The way you act about all this. You’re just as vulnerable.” That revelation pleased Rosalie more than she’d expected. Delta was as weak to pleasure—to getting filled up by an enormous girl-dick—as her, Zoey, or anyone else. She might act like she was experienced, and could brush anything off, but the noises she was making now, with Rosalie’s hips slapping into her? It showed the truth of the matter.

“If it’s this easy to get you to show your true colors,” Rosalie murmured. “Me and my girlfriend might have to fuck you silly more.” She picked up speed, the idea thrilling through her. Each reminder that this was Zoey’s cock she was fucking Delta with had the heat burning across her body reaching a more scalding degree.

“It’s good for team bonding,” Zoey gasp-agreed. “More often, definitely. Faster, Rosie. Go faster.”

Rosalie obeyed. She adjusted positions, briefly, to get better leverage—then really started working. On top of Delta, Zoey shuffled around, turning so she and Delta were facing each other.

“Wow,” Zoey murmured to her, bodies jostling as Rosalie diligently pistoned away. “You’re close, already? You’re going to cum before my girlfriend?” The fox-girl’s eyes had gone unfocused. “It’s only her second time with a dick, and you’re going to lose?”

“I-It’s a pretty good dick,” Delta struggled out. “And she already finished. Twice. I haven’t.”

“All our playing around worked you up?” Zoey asked. “I guess that’s fair. But still. Coming first. How embarrassing.”

Behind the two girls, Rosalie just listened, melting as she pumped cock into a slippery, squeezing pussy. Seeing Zoey tease the girl she was actively fucking … on behalf of Rosalie … why was it so titillating?

“And don’t be so sure,” Delta groaned. “She’s looking a little … into it. Can’t be far herself.”

Rosalie only half-heard the words. Delta’s pussy was so amazing. And this feeling building in her core, radiating outward, burning away her sense of self. It was so intense.

“Can she finish inside you?”

“If she begs, maybe,” Delta groaned.

It was a bluff. Delta wanted it. But Zoey turned, meeting lust-darkened green eyes with Rosalie’s, silently prompting her. She wanted Rosalie to beg. She liked it when Rosalie embarrassed herself.

And with such tight, slippery pleasure working around her cock, Rosalie hesitated only a second.

“Please, Delta. I want to come inside you. I want to empty my cock in your squeezing pussy. Please.” The words left her mouth, her face almost numb with how badly it was burning. And the shameful words—they only spurred that sensation in her cock on. She groaned at the burning euphoria, which continued to wipe away her hesitation. “Let me stuff your womb full. Let me breed you with my girlfriend’s cock. I’ll do anything. Please.”

Delta’s eyes widened. She hadn’t expected her to be so enthusiastic. Zoey, of course, wasn’t surprised. She knew Rosalie tended to … lose her better judgment … when things got going.

“I guess I can—ah—make an exception, then,” Delta said.

“I can cum inside your pussy? Really? Because I’m close. Together? Milk my cock? I want to feel you cum for me.” Like before, Rosalie was stealing lines from Zoey. Lines that had worked on her, and so, why not on Delta?

It was a good plan, apparently. The lewd words had Delta closing her eyes, her body starting to shake. “Okay. Since you asked … so nicely.” The last word was inflected up, Delta’s back arching as she started to come.

An already tight, coaxing pressure became twice as much so, Delta’s orgasm clamping down on Rosalie’s cock. Already a hair’s breadth away from her own climax, Rosalie groaned and slapped her hips one final time, joining their lower halves. She buried her face into Zoey’s back, who’d started kissing Delta. Really. Kissing the girl she’d brought to orgasm. The girl she was stuffing with cock. It was so … hot. The pleasure hit a crescendo, and Rosalie groaned as she came.

The hot liquid seared up her cock as it left her, spilling into Delta’s pussy. It felt so amazing. And knowing she was filling her foxgirl sort-of rival up, even more so. She rocked her hips back and forth, coaxing out thick string after thick string, filling Delta’s womb up with her—or Zoey’s—seed. Using her girlfriend’s cock to stuff another girl’s pussy. It wasn’t unusual to be involved with multiple partners, but the extent to which the idea had Rosalie’s cock seizing … was she some sort of deviant?

Zoey’s cock was an insatiable thing. It kept twitching and twitching, pumping hot baby batter into Delta with no signs of slowing. Rosalie kept her face buried into her girlfriend’s back, her hips bucking with each new searing ejection. How long would it last? Forever? She hoped so. She never wanted to stop stuffing Delta full. Her cock belonged in that squeezing warmth permanently.

Eventually, though, the writhing of the three girl’s orgasms ended, and they collapsed into each other, panting in a stack of sweaty limbs.

Zoey, probably knowing Rosalie’s post-finish shame would rear up, was the first to stir, shuffling around and forcing them to disentangle. She pushed Rosalie over and started kissing her, peppering her with compliments and assurances.

It did a good job of wiping her shame away—had she really begged Delta to finish inside?—but only because it replaced it with embarrassment of a different kind. Really, Delta was watching. Did Zoey have to kiss Rosalie so tenderly? Never mind that Rosalie had just fucked Delta and came inside her—this kissing was ten times more intimate. Something they should save for private.

And afterward, they all cuddled up, Zoey forcing Rosalie in the middle. Being pressed in by Delta’s warm body was odd. It stirred feelings in her that she was used to sharing only with Zoey. That seemed to be intentional on Zoey’s part, the meddling woman. Still, pressed in by the generous, warm curves of her girlfriend, and … her other teammate? Hardly a horrible fate.

Rosalie closed her eyes and basked in it.