blueteamnovel 5.08 – Failure
5.08 – Failure
5.08 – Failure
Fourteen inches of her girlfriend’s cock throbbed inside Rosalie, and it took more willpower than she was willing to admit not to moan.
Oh, gods. She couldn’t imagine the shame of that. Losing composure, and not just in public, but right in front of their potential fourth party member.
Maddy cheerfully barreled through the conversation, oblivious to Rosalie’s plight. Maybe that meant she was doing something right? She felt like a complete mess, inches from falling apart, but Maddy at least greeted her like usual.
“So Delta and Zoey are back too, yeah?” she asked. “Are lessons on for this afternoon? Haven’t had a chance to talk with her.”
“Zoey intended to come find you and ask. So I imagine so.”
“Cool. Sounds fun. Didn’t have any plans, and honestly, wasn’t sure what I would’ve done with myself. Think I’ve been in Treyhull too long. Needa get out again.”
“I’m not one for idleness, either.”
Her voice quavered on the last word, even casual smalltalk too much for Rosalie to work through, and Maddy paused, clearly noticing.
She had to know. Didn’t she? Rosalie’s face had to give it away all by its own.
“Wow, you look beat,” Maddy said. “Went hard on your training session? Or just got done with a spar?”
Her pussy clamped down on Zoey’s cock, squirming against it, and it pulsed back, radiating heat into her. Even after ten minutes stuffed inside her, it stayed rock hard, throbbing with excitement.
“The former,” Rosalie said.
She let out a shaky breath, then strangled a moan before it could escape. Gods, she wasn’t more excited because Maddy was here, was she? That an associate of hers was watching her? Watching her stand there, her girlfriend’s gigantic cock pulsing inside her pussy?
Maddy paused a second time, and Rosalie wondered whether she was actually pulling anything off. The blue-haired girl continued with only a slight hesitation.
“Wanna have a round with me?” Maddy asked. “Finding good sparring partners can be a real challenge.”
“I’m resting,” Rosalie said stiffly. “Just watching the competition, for now. Maybe later.”
“Fair enough.”
A short lull in the conversation. They watched the two combatants go at it for a minute or two. Maddy shifted in place, then glanced at Rosalie. “So. Um. It’s good that I caught you. There’s something I’ve been wanting to talk to you about.”
“Oh?” Rosalie said, somewhat faintly.
Rosalie groaned as she collapsed to her knees. There were two people in front of her, in the hallway, though neither were looking at her; they chatted with themselves. How had they not noticed? It wouldn’t be long.
How had she gotten here?
How did she feel so good?
A loud moan escaped her, and she rolled onto her back, hips arching upward. She pressed down with both hands on the linking plate, wanting Zoey even a centimeter deeper. The horrifying situation she was in didn’t matter anymore. She just wanted pleasure. For Zoey to finish inside her. To bask in her own ecstasy.
Hot liquid sprayed into her, and Rosalie moaned and whined, toes curling as her hips jerked up and down in little spasms as her climax rushed through her. She wasn’t aware of anyone or anything around her. The world ceased to exist. Shame and burning pleasure vied inside her, then joined, combining into something intoxicating.
She didn’t know how long she lay there, on cool tile floor, hips arched and entire body shaking. Round after round of pleasure crashed through her, Zoey’s sticky finish filling her womb unbelievably full, then spilling out of her, covering her panties, then dripping down her thighs and onto the floor.
Some indeterminable time later, she swam back to something resembling consciousness, Zoey’s cock finally having grown soft inside of her, the amazing pressure relenting.
She opened her eyes.
A wide-eyed Maddy stared at her. Rosalie’s stomach sank. She looked around.
The two chatting wayfarers ... weren’t also looking at her?
Nor was another passerby, recently arrived?
She lay there, a pool of Zoey’s cum on the floor. But nobody was looking?
Besides Maddy.
Addled and completely disassembled from her orgasm, it took Rosalie a second to understand.
Maddy had saved her. An illusion. Obvious in retrospect.
Well. Rosalie was saved from the shame of being seen by strangers. From being banned from Treyhull’s guild for obscene behavior. Which would be a phrase that understated this event. But saved from her teammate, and someone who knew who Rosalie really was?
No, she hadn’t been spared from that in the slightest.
For a second, they just stared at each other.
“That ... seemed fun,” Maddy finally said, face burling scarlet. “Zoey mentioned the portal panties, but, uh. They’re really getting some good use, huh?”