Chapter 227

Even before she’d fully digested the question, Zoey’s heart had started slamming in her chest.

Which of them got which hole? That was Delta’s plan, today? Zoey couldn’t pretend like she hadn’t been dreaming of taking Rosalie with Delta’s help, ever since the growth potion had shown up. Zoey had thought Delta had been saving it for a special celebration ... which, she guessed, this qualified as. Even as her thoughts started running wild, Delta kept talking.

“Also, these things work better when we use your skill, right?” Delta asked, shaking the vial at her. “So wanna help me out?” She held the potion out to Zoey. “I want to do this right.”

Zoey didn’t need to be convinced. She took the item and fulfilled Delta’s request. The foxgirl got down on her knees and lifted her ass into the air, face down, the easiest position for this, and Zoey applied a bit of lubricant, then uncorked the potion and wiggled it into Delta’s ass, tipping it over to pour. She shivered violently as the effects took hold, and Zoey withdrew the vial, discarded it, and turned Delta over so she was lying on her stomach, wanting to watch the effect take hold. The foxgirl’s clit was already growing by then, swelling outward and growing thicker and longer by the second.

Where Delta normally grew an impressive eight or nine inches, though, with Zoey’s Alternate Ingestion skill aiding her, she didn’t stop there. Like Maddy, the foxgirl’s cock engorged until a solid twelve inches of thick, throbbing girth had sprouted between her curvy thighs.

“Fuck,” Delta murmured, looking down at herself—mirroring what Zoey herself thought. “That was ... more intense than normal.” She grabbed herself in one hand, giving a squeeze and shuddering, the sensation strong enough to make a shiver go through her body. “Wow. Yeah, I’m gonna have fun with this.”

It was a rather entrancing sight, as always, seeing her girlfriend lying on her back, cock sticking proudly into the air. Zoey stared for a second longer, before a quirked eyebrow and a “So? What’s the plan?” reminded her of Delta’s earlier question. Which of them got which hole.

“Well,” Zoey said, her attention turning to Rosalie. “Why don’t we let the princess decide?”

Rosalie’s attention was, unsurprisingly, also locked on Delta’s new addition, having been just as entranced as Zoey. She had only just begun to recover from the throat-fucking, with her chest still red from a full-body blush.

The question digested, and Rosalie looked at Zoey with widening eyes. “You—you don’t expect me to take both of those things, do you?” she asked, attention flicking between Delta’s and Zoey’s cocks. Fourteen inches and twelve: two monsters.

“You managed it with Zoey, didn’t you?” Delta asked with a smirk. “When she doubled up, yeah? In fact,” she pouted, “Mine’s smaller than hers, so I guess it’ll technically be easier. Less total cock.”

Zoey snorted at the ridiculous phrasing.

“What’s up with that, anyway?” Delta asked, sitting up and shuffling over to Zoey. Gripping herself, she brought her member close to Zoey’s, arranging them side to side. “Even with the extra help, you’ve got like two whole inches on me. That’s so not fair.”

Zoey’s eyes lingered on the veiny member of Delta’s member pressed against her own. She admired the contrast between them, getting lost in the sight of her girlfriend’s cock. She briefly forgot she’d been asked a question, instead grabbing Delta’s cock to hold her steady. She pushed her hips forward. With Rosalie’s sloppy throat-fucking having coated her in saliva, the movement was easy. Bit by bit, slow thrust after slow thrust, she lubricated her girlfriend’s cock with her other girlfriend’s saliva, by sliding their two thick rods together.

“Hey,” Delta stammered. “You already got carried away once. Stay focused.”

Zoey tore her attention away. Delta’s mouth was parted, eyes half-lidded as she watched the two of them slide against each other. Despite her protest, she was obviously enjoying herself and made no move to stop her. Zoey let out a huff and sped up her pace, stroking both their cocks with quicker movements, moaning at the feeling of Delta’s stiff member against her own.

But after that quick indulgence, forced herself to stop.

Because Delta was right. The real focus of tonight was Rosalie.

Their princess.

The half-naked blonde nearly blanched at seeing their attentions turn toward her. It must have been rather intense, predatory expressions on their faces. Without needing to communicate, both of them shuffled across the bed on their knees, gripping their respective cocks in hand. Rosalie scooted backward as if by instinct, mouth opening to say something, but whatever it would have been, the words died as both Zoey and Delta arrived in front of her and slapped their meaty members onto her face. Rosalie groaned and tilted her head back.

“Hm,” Delta said. “I know I keep talking about amazing views, but ... wow. Two is even better than one, don’t you think?”

“I almost can’t see her behind them,” Zoey commented with amusement. She dragged her hips backward, her cock leaving a slick trail of precum and spit across Rosalie’s cheek. Delta did the same, and their motions quickly left Rosalie’s face a mess, saliva coating her. Her breathing came hot and heavy. “So, princess?” Zoey asked. “Which one do you want where? Tonight’s your night.”