Chapter 272

The disaster had been averted. Rosalie would endure all manner of torment from her eldest sister in the coming weeks—likely the rest of her life—but the critical concerns had been resolved. Elodie had promised to keep her and Zoey’s ‘scandalous activities’ private.

The reunion had been pleasant, despite everything. She had missed her sister. A d’Celestin struggled to form relationships simply thanks to their position in society, so her sisters had been her only friends growing up. Strained friendships, admittedly, but the only close ones she’d had.

When she extracted herself from Elodie’s company, she trudged back to her bedroom to find the door hanging awkwardly on a damaged hinge. Her annoyance flared anew. Really. Kicking her door down out of curiosity? That took impulsiveness a step too far. Sighing, she shouldered in, the door groaning as it swung open. It would be repaired within the day once she spoke with the estate’s steward, but it was still an irritation she didn’t need.

Inside, she found a freshly made bed—which was one relief. Zoey had taken the ruined sheets to her own room. The staff already knew about Zoey and Delta’s relationship, so suspicious bedding there wouldn’t raise questions. Rosalie, meanwhile, maintained appearances by keeping her own bed pristine, exchanging with Zoey when needed. She also limited the staff’s access to once-weekly cleanings, which might seem peculiar to some, but not enough to draw overmuch attention.

Zoey and Delta were gone, probably because staying inside Rosalie’s room when the door was broken would’ve been unwise for keeping their meetings a secret. Stepping through the portal-door connecting her and Zoey’s rooms, she found that they had, indeed, reconvened there.

And she was met with a familiar sound.

Heat rose on her cheeks at the familiar noise. Her stomach clenched reflexively, heat surging through her body as her ears were barraged with the loud clapping—and squelching—of flesh hitting flesh. Or, rather, goo hitting goo.

Peeking out from the closet—where the portal-door was kept—the sight awaiting her hit with surprising potency.

Delta was lying on her back, her legs propped up and spread, with Zoey atop her, pummeling her hips down into the foxgirl with enough force that each clap of goo had to be audible from the hallway—and if not for the vigorous fucking, then the noises coming out of Delta’s mouth would’ve made it clear what was happening in this room. Delta’s arms were wrapped around Zoey’s back, moans high-pitched and needy, and a steady stream of ‘ah, ah, ah’ mixed with Zoey’s name spilled out from her.

Rosalie’s mind went blank, arousal stirring reflexively at the lewd sight that had abruptly met her. Her thighs clenched together. It still shocked her how she could never seem to get enough; hadn’t she just spent more than an hour being taken apart by Zoey? She ought to be sated.

She hadn’t come here intending to join in. She had simply needed to speak with Zoey and Delta on the day’s plans.

She wasn’t sure why, but she found herself frozen at the closet entrance, peeking at the lewd display. It was hardly anything she shouldn’t be seeing. She’d been part of this just forty-five minutes ago. Nonetheless, that was the feeling she got: that she was a voyeur spying in on a private moment. And why did that make the heat in her stomach even more intense?

She found herself almost unable to breathe as she drank in the sight of her busty girlfriend hammering her breeding-tool into her other girlfriend—with enough force to make the entire bed frame creak and shake. It would have been a lewd sight by itself, but with the two women transformed into goo-girls, the jiggling of their bodies joined with the squelching noises really took it over the top. In a way Rosalie apparently, unfortunately, liked. At least based on how her body was responding.

Delta had already been close when Rosalie had walked in; the pitch and volume of her moaning had given that away. So Rosalie didn’t have to spy for long before the other girl’s voice was rising into a sharp crescendo, and her whole body started to quake as pleasure wracked her. Zoey slapped down one last time, burying her cock inside Delta, and let loose a loud groan as she joined Delta in orgasm, kissing the other girl even as her cock twitched and fired rope after rope of cum inside her partner.

The sight of them kissing—watching her girlfriend’s hips shake as she pumped a load into her partner’s womb—really shouldn’t have flustered Rosalie so much. Or should it have? She wasn’t sure. Either way, the heat between her thighs was telling her to throw herself onto the bed and join the two of them. But no. The day needed to begin in earnest, and she’d spent enough time having her insides stirred around.

Though maybe once more wouldn’t hurt?