Chapter 257

Delta had her own cock in her mouth.

The idea burned through her. She lapped up the pre-cum that had leaked from the shadow’s tip. Her own pre-cum. It tasted salty and it filled her head with its scent and taste. She took her cock more firmly into her mouth, and before she could stop herself, she was sucking herself off, her tongue working lower down her shaft as she bobbed further and further.

Only half aware that she was the one guiding the shadow to do so, operating by that set of instincts she’d slowly been training, her clone dug her fingers into Delta’s long orange hair and took control. She was pushed down, cock forced deeper, and Delta moaned in pleasure as the girl’s shaft slid down her throat.

She was fucking her own throat. Officially.

That hot, slippery intrusion bent the tunnel outward with its size. She choked on it. Even better, she could feel the sensations in reverse: a tight velvet tunnel caressing the sensitive nerves of her shaft, the sensation of sliding her cock in deeper, the way her throat squeezed around her. Both sets of sensations.

She wasn’t sure if it was the clone’s desire, or her own—probably the same—but the pace picked up all at once. No more slow and steady. She needed more. Her head bobbed up and down at a furious pace, gripping her partner’s waist hard. Her shadow’s fingers likewise dug into her hair as she slammed cock down her throat. Delta’s nose bumped the shadow’s stomach as she gagged on her own length. Skin slapped against her face with rutting eagerness, spit flying and dribbling down her chin as she throat-fucked herself. She moaned around her cock, and the moan was in her ears and in her head, the vibrations going through her and erasing her thoughts.

And even as she sloppily violated her own throat, she was burningly aware of the most important fact: Zoey was watching. Her girlfriend was watching her lose control, lusting over her own dick, that beautiful pulsing hot mass cramming her throat and making her lose her mind.

Delta didn’t stop on her own effort. Both she and her clone’s eyes were closed, quickly having lost themselves in ecstasy. But suddenly Zoey was gently pulling Delta by the hair to extract her off her own dick.

“Nuh uh,” her girlfriend said. “It’s not your throat you’ll be finishing inside. You’re getting carried away. Lay down,” she ordered, pushing her by the chest and Delta obeying naturally. “Spread those legs,” and Delta scooted up the bed and did just that. Zoey leaned forward and murmured into her ear one last command, the words making her entire body pulse with heat, “and let me watch this cute foxgirl breed herself, yeah?”

At the words, her body caught on fire, as if it hadn’t already been. Her shadow stepped forward and held Delta’s spread legs by the underside of her knees. She was bared to her clone, her pussy exposed to her, a strangely lewd realization. Tapping into her shadow’s senses—not that she wasn’t always, but she could choose which to focus on—she took in the sight from the opposite angle. Seeing herself laid out, legs spread, pussy wet. Waiting to be fucked.

Zoey watched with those husky green eyes, her attention also locked on the positioning of Delta and her clone—Delta and herself. She was lying next to her, still fully clothed, happy to let the two foxgirls take care of themselves. It was a little humiliating, in a way, to have someone watch her do something so debauched. Humiliating in the best way possible.

“Go slow,” Zoey said, her voice almost a purr.

The clone stepped forward, and suddenly there was a cock laid out across Delta’s entrance. A nine-inch cock, that was her own, that she was feeling against her pussy. Slick warmth emanated against both her parts: her wet pussy against her cock, and also the throbbing virile heat of her own dick rubbing between her lower lips.

Delta’s hands clenched and unclenched in the sheets. Her mouth hung open, breath coming out in quick pants. The clone—her, she reminded herself, there was no shifting blame of who was really doing this—pulled her hips back, sliding those nine inches down across her entrance until the head was pressed to her hole, the tip digging into her.

“Slow,” Zoey repeated, her attention as raptly locked to the sight as Delta.

Then she pushed her hips forward, with aching care. But just as Delta’s cock was about to start spreading her apart, frozen on that cusp of penetration, she froze, losing her nerve. Was she really going to do this? Feel her own cock inside herself? Even by the standards of the perverted things she’d already done, this was ... a step beyond. Wasn’t it?

She hovered there for a few agonizing moments, her cock tip already slid a tenth of an inch in, almost but not quite penetrating. The barest twitch would violate her. The image was so potent, turning her head hot and fuzzy: the black shadowy curvy foxgirl poised between her legs, hands under her knees and body trembling with the urge to push forward, despite their mutual hesitation.

Delta didn’t get to make an active decision. Her desires took control, and the shadow, as if by itself—though it was most certainly Delta making her act—pushed forward.

She passed the point of no return. Delta slid her cock into her own pussy.

The realization, as much as being filled up, was what nearly made her climax right then and there. She was being fucked by herself. Both of her bodies moaned, long, hot, gasping noises, as the shadow slid forward to the hilt suddenly, falling on top of her in eagerness to claim her completely. The other girl’s nipples brushed her own, and she panted hot air into her face—into both of their faces. Nine inches of her own cock buried in her own pussy, their hips meeting, and Delta’s legs wrapped around her own shadowy waist, squeezing down hard to have that wonderful sensation of fullness just a little bit deeper.