Chapter 262

“I should’ve known that the armor with the blue fire would have an affinity toward ice magic,” Rosalie mused to Astrid. “If I paid closer attention, I could’ve noticed that its aura was radiating cold. Hm. And the monsters here are cleverer than I thought. They’ve been seeing straight through most of my feints. Predictive skills? Maybe just errors on my part. This is my first fourth advancement shard. Do you have any input on what I could improve?”

Astrid grunted. “You aim for the chest too much. Against animated monsters, better to take out limbs. Spear through heart might do nothing, but cutting off limbs? Less dangerous for rest of fight. Guaranteed value.”

Rosalie considered that, then inclined her head. “Perhaps. Even constructs tend to take more damage when struck in traditionally vital areas, though. But I see your point.”

Casual wayfaring analysis. It was a hell of a backdrop for this.

Zoey sat there and pretended to politely listen to Rosalie and Astrid’s conversation even as the illusionist to her side—close enough their shoulders were pressed together—gyrated her body around her cock. Hunched over and rubbing eagerly, the small woman was more than able to give her a thigh job and tit job at the same time. For all Zoey could appreciate a curvy figure like Delta’s, there was something to be said for a short and petite girl’s figure.

“I must say, your shield has surprising striking potential,” Rosalie said. “I’ve seen swords fail to cut through opponents so easily. It’s certainly no mundane piece of metal. A dragon scale? May I inquire how your clan earned it?”

Rosalie had lapsed into her proper-and-prim speech. Zoey personally found the regal, refined words adorable and would have fixated on it more if not for the way a tongue was wiggling against the tip of her cock and claiming the pre-cum there, making Zoey’s toes curl in pleasure.

Rosalie and Astrid were oblivious to the way the illusionist sat, stark naked, on the fireplace’s brick outcropping, her bare skin hugging Zoey’s sizable weapon as she stroked with her whole body to pleasure her. Or at least Astrid was oblivious. Rosalie only partly, since she had to suspect what they were using this break for, even if the illusion hid the details.

Delta patted Maddy’s thigh, indicating she wanted to speak under a sound barrier, and Zoey felt the flicker of magic as Maddy called it up.

“Stop being a tease. If you don’t stick that thing inside you, I’ll do it for you.”

“It’s—it’s called foreplay,” Maddy protested.

“We have a few minutes tops.” She leaned closer to Maddy. “Skip the foreplay.” A grin curled onto her lips. “And do something fun. Something new? It’ll give more Lust, probably. Bet you haven’t had it in your ass yet, have you? Do that. I wanna watch.”

Zoey already knew Delta could swap between dominant and submissive, but it still sent a shudder through her to see her order around Maddy so casually yet firmly. Even Zoey felt a little thrill, hearing the murmured command come from Delta’s lips. She wouldn’t mind if Delta used that voice on her, more often. Pinning down the foxgirl and making her whine was wonderful, but—variety was the spice of life, wasn’t it?

And she guessed Delta’s dominant mood was to be expected, when Maddy was their target. Like with Rosalie. Bottoms like those two girls demanded it. If there was an ounce of dominance in a person’s soul, seeing a girl like Maddy would draw it out.

“My ass?” Maddy asked, gray eyes wide. “Now? But...”

“That’s an order, cutie. Not a request.”

A little shiver of pleasure went through Maddy as she closed her eyes. She set the linking plate down on the brick and stood. Astrid and Rosalie didn’t glance over. She really was an exceptional illusionist, to be able to fool her peers so easily.

Delta met Zoey’s eyes, smirking as she did. ‘Look what I did for you. Pay me back, sometime?’ the look said.

Zoey inclined her head in acknowledgment—then, to help out, poured some lubricant out and rubbed it in.

Maddy hesitated, biting her lip again as she poised herself over Zoey’s cock, reaching behind her to grip the shaft. A hand guided the tip into position. Zoey felt the shudder of pleasure as Maddy’s backdoor brushed against her. Her toes curled in anticipation.

There was one more moment of hesitation, and then—Zoey had to fight the groan, not knowing if it would be muffled by Maddy’s illusion.

Maddy began to lower herself. The tight hole resisted, and Zoey stifled a noise as her cockhead struggled to push in, Maddy stretching and stretching. Maddy bit her lip, holding down her own groan at the back of her throat as she lowered herself, trying to force herself onto the very sizable—

And then she slid in. Zoey whined in bliss, unable to stop herself, but thankfully Maddy had had the foresight to throw up a sound barrier. Probably, she’d leave it on by default from here on out, unless Zoey had to talk to Astrid.

“Oh w-wow. That’s— so big!” Maddy gasped. “So much tighter than, than the other way!”

Despite her gasp of surprise, Maddy kept lowering herself. Bit by bit, taking Zoey into her, her stomach starting to bulge as she got deeper in.

Until Maddy settled down onto the brick fully, sitting with her back arched and her eyes wide, the entire length buried inside her. She squirmed in place, adjusting to the intruder. Zoey couldn’t believe how amazing it felt. The squeezing heat around her cock was almost too much to bear. And almost more than that, the image of Maddy’s stomach protruding. That was her cock, there, making the soft skin of Maddy’s stomach push outward, giving the illusionist’s normally flat stomach a nice roundness.