This Ascent to Divinity is Lewder Than Expected
7.62 – ❤ Second Claim III

Rosalie found herself lying on her back, both of her legs supported by the grip of foxgirl and her shadow clone. They lifted her hips and held her legs open wide. The sight was intimidating: her pussy exposed, Delta ready to plunge her huge cock inside, her shadow likewise poised.

Two at once.

Rosalie had been taken by two girls at once. A number of times. Zoey and Delta seemed to take great joy in combining their efforts to turn her into a whining, squirming mess, cockdrunk from multiple directions.

But this was somehow more obscene. She only had one partner, so it shouldn't be. Being made the fuck-toy of a single girl should be less intimidating than multiple.

But the same hole? Rosalie stared down past her tits at Delta's huge cock as the foxgirl lined it up with her entrance. Two cocks from two different directions were one thing, but two from the same were another entirely.

Delta and her shadow were taking turns nuzzling into Rosalie's pussy, as if vying for right of first entrance. Which made no sense, since the shadow was supposed to be controlled by her. Maybe it wasn't even a show, but a sign of her overeagerness.

It was flattering, a part of her might have thought, how desperate Delta was to get inside her. But she was busy struggling to remember to breathe, much less think. Her body had already been on fire for most of this session; her stomach felt like it was full of lava at this point.

Finally, the squirming stopped, and they lined their cocks up properly.

"Think you can take us, Princess?" Delta asked.

There was only one way she was supposed to answer that question. She was the heiress of a highguild, daughter of a respected bloodline. Acknowledging that she was a squirming mess who couldn't wait to be reduced to nothing more than a brainless cocksleeve born to pleasure two massive foxgirl cocks? That she wanted to feel the stretch so badly she might start begging if they waited a minute longer?

She wouldn't admit such degrading thoughts in a million years.

"Please," Rosalie moaned, her voice hoarse from the abuse of her throat. She wiggled her hips, grinding her pussy in against the tips hovering at her entrance. "Why aren't you inside me already?"

W-Well. Not exactly what she'd meant to say.

"Great question, Princess," Delta's growled response came.

Red eyes locked on Rosalie's blue ones, and the foxgirl held her left leg as she pressed forward, guiding her cock in with her other hand at the same moment her shadow did the same.

The stretch. It grew and grew, making her back arch and her fingers scramble at the floor. With a girlfriend who had the most ridiculous mass of cockmeat Rosalie had ever heard of, she would have thought herself resistant to that blissful agony of being stretched open.

But there was no skill to help her this time, and there were two thick foxgirl cocks desperately seeking entrance, not quite as formidable as Zoey's, but no doubt larger than any regular cock.

Rosalie squirmed underneath her teammate, lower half raised up into the air for better positioning as they worked their cocks inside. Her toes curled, and she whined as the air fled her lungs.

The way she was being forced open made it feel as if she were losing her virginity all over again; it was that intense. The pain was blissful, and it only kept growing.

She was grateful Zoey had been constantly using her as a cocksleeve this past month, because it had prepared her for this. If she hadn't, she certainly wouldn't have survived. And thus gotten to experience this wonderful feeling.

And, finally, the stretch reached its apex, and it happened.

Two cocks slid in. Two thick foxgirl cocks entered Rosalie's pussy, spreading her wider than she could ever remember being spread, and Rosalie's hips bucked. She threw her head back as the two were completely unable to control themselves, yanking both of her legs toward them and sheathing their entire massive lengths as far as they could go. There was no pause. She didn't get a moment to adjust. The second the barrier broke and she accepted them inside, they slammed in and hilted as deep as they physically could.

Rosalie knew that Delta couldn't help herself, that the foxgirl was as much at the whims of her lusts. But still, the pace she immediately set, stuffing her pussy with two cocks, hammering in and out as Rosalie gasped and clawed at the ground.

Couldn't she be considerate in the slightest?

And thank gods she wasn't.

She was barely able to keep from falling apart. Delta and her shadow thrust into her with brutal poundings. It felt like she was being stretched so wide it would never close again—that she would be broken, ruined by this experience. A thought she'd had before, penetrated by Zoey for the first time, and a thought that made her feel as if she might melt into a puddle of bliss.

Why did the idea of being 'ruined' make her come apart at the seams so easily?

"T-Too much," Rosalie moaned.

"Not enough," Delta growled.

It was exactly the response Rosalie had hoped for.  Delta's hips worked like a piston, stirring Rosalie's insides, and she and her shadow were thrusting out of sync now, which made it feel as if they were never leaving her—when one slid out, the other slid in.

Delta's cocks had been designed specifically to pleasure her. She was certain of it. Rosalie's hips were held up in the air to provide the best angle, and it gave the girl access to her most sensitive spots. Each punch deep into her had Rosalie's hips bucking in response, which only encouraged them to go faster, movements becoming almost feral.

The way she and her shadow worked together. They knew exactly where and how to attack to make her writhe in pleasure. Rosalie's mind was so addled from the feeling that there wasn't much room for anything else.

"Fuck, Princess," Delta said. "That look on your face. Gonna get addicted to this?"

She couldn't even pay attention to the taunts. The world was a hazy blur, and she felt her second orgasm building rapidly. One that would be so much more potent than the last. She wondered if she'd survive it. If she'd be the same person afterward.

"There it is," Delta growled, speeding up. "I know that look. Give it to me. Cum on our cocks, Princess. Use that perfect little cockslut pussy of yours to make us finish inside you. Milk us with your pussy. Do it!"

Rosalie had no other option. Her eyes rolled back, her back arched off the floor, and she came with a cry.

Her body writhed for Delta, pussy clamping down around the two cocks stuffed inside her, encouraging them to spill their seed and claim her. Her entire body seized up, trapped in her climax, only able to gasp for breath and hope she didn't pass out.

Delta and her shadow followed with orgasms of their own, and she felt them throbbing inside of her, thick ropes of hot foxgirl seed painting her insides. Two loads at once. Flooding her. And like with Maddy, more than they should—and doubled. Huge, thick spurts of cum pumped into Rosalie's womb, splattering into her as they kept thrusting, Delta working to get as much as possible inside.

Her hands fell onto her stomach as she felt herself rounding out from the sheer amount of it. Fuck. So full. The liquid warmth filled her belly, and she moaned. As much as the sensation of being stretched by it, it was the image of her stomach swelling from the two massive loads that had her whimpering.

They went on for a while, enjoying their own quivering orgasms as they emptied themselves into their toy.

Finally, Delta and her shadow pulled out of Rosalie. The girl lay back, panting hard as cum gushed out of her in a lewd display, hips jerking into the air and thighs wobbling from the aftershocks.

"There we go," Delta sighed. "Nice and taken care of. And look—cutie even woke up to catch the tail end."

Rosalie's head lolled to the side and she saw, with horror, that Maddy was indeed lying on her side, eyes wide and face red. She'd seen the entire display. Or the most embarrassing and incriminating part.

"Much as I want another go," Delta sighed, "I only get once with each of you. Have to get going now. Such a shame."

She patted Rosalie's distended stomach, then leaned forward to kiss her.

"See you around, then," she said, waggling her fingers in goodbye, already striding away.