6.27 – A Disoriented Fox III
Delta's heart started to beat faster. She didn't know why it had taken her so long to co up with the idea. To realize what she could do with a self-controlled, tangible shadow of herself.
Probably because she had more important things worry about. Trapped in a foreign room inside the d'Celestin palace, separated from her teammates, and in a current limbo of a situation, with no idea how things were going to progress, how to use her newest ability in a lewd way should be the last thing on her mind.
But at the sa ti, Delta was pent up from the day prior. Rosalie had been such a taskmaster the last shard that Delta had only gotten off once. And that'd been with the wall-pussy. Since even during the recharging sessions, Maddy had been the primary focus. While Delta had been plenty involved, she hadn't actually gotten much 'taking care of' herself. She'd been perfectly fine with that: it'd been partly her choice. Teasing herself and delaying gratification was plenty of fun. But, like she'd said, it had left her pent up.
That fire reared its head again, abruptly, the rush of arousal nearly making her dizzy. She raked her eyes up and down her clone's body in a whole new way. She had admired her curves once already, but this ti, she admired them far, far less chastely.
She took in her clone's body.
Her clone's busty, fuckable body.
Again, briefly, she wondered whether lusting over herself was so form of egoism. She shrugged and didn't think about it too hard.
Though … she really did have more important things to be focusing on. Despite her excitent by the wonderful idea that had popped into her head, she was in an unknown scenario, separated from her teammates. Experinting with her shadow should wait for later.
But impulse control had always been at the bottom of her list of virtues.
Maybe she would be fast about it?
Tackling problems with a clear head was for the best, anyway, right?
Look at that: she could even justify her inability to control herself.
Her breath started to co faster. Delta's eyes flicked up and down her clone. The shadow stared back at her impassively. No emotion.
Gently, Delta stood and placed her hands on the woman's hips. On her own hips. She crept upward slowly, sliding across her curves, before cupping two handfuls of the foxgirl's breasts. Overtop firm leather armor, there wasn't much give, but she gave a squeeze nonetheless.
The shadow shivered in response. Delta grinned at that. The shadow's eyes had tracked her movents, earlier—it was autonomous to so degree. It reacted to stimuli. Stimuli like having her tits played with. Probably, she would react in all sorts of manners. Delta could control it manually, but also had so life of its own.
Which, of course, made her current idea even better.
"Let's get this off you, yeah?" Delta murmured. "See how realistic you are underneath your clothes."
Delta stepped back and plopped down onto the bed. If she were going to allow herself to get distracted, then she might as well practice controlling the ability, right? As she'd already noted, she might need it during her escape.
Seizing control of the woman's limbs, she went through the motions of stripping her armor off. It required a surprising amount of dexterity when performing the actions through a remote body. But slowly, loops, buckles, and straps ca undone, one by one, until Delta had stripped her clone down to her plainclothes.
Grabbing the hem of her shirt—with her shadow's hands, the real Delta simply leaning back and enjoying the show—she edged the fabric up. A tight, muscled stomach was revealed inch by inch. Delta leaned forward and placed her real hand against it, feeling the soft skin of her own abs there. The shadow flesh felt identical to the real thing, which boded well for other aspects of the clone's body. She shivered in excitent.
She peeled the shadow's shirt off the rest of the way, impatiently using her actual hands, then unhooked the girl's bra and tossed that aside, too. Delta drank in the sight of her clone's naked breasts, full and round with perky nipples. She pald them, giving a squeeze, watching the shadow's chest rise and fall as her breathing grew faster with arousal.
"Fuck, I'm hot," Delta half-laughed, half-breathed, leaning in to claim one stiff peak with her lips, not caring how narcissistic the words sounded. Besides, it was a thought she'd had once before, back when she'd been piloting Zoey's body—and thoroughly fucking herself. This wasn't the first ti sothing like this had happened.
In response to Delta's touch, the shadow shuddered in pleasure. Delta pushed outward with her mind, controlling the woman's motions, having her run fingers through Delta's own hair in encouragent. She swirled her tongue around the rigid bud as she continued groping with her other hand.
It was surreal, being on both the giving and receiving end. She could feel the ghostly sensations of her touch against the shadow's skin run through her own body as she lavished attention onto her. She released the clone's nipple to duck lower and trail open-mouthed kisses down her flat belly. Hooking her fingers around shadowy underwear, she tugged, revealing a smooth mound. Unsurprisingly, her pussy was a perfect mirror image too.
She rubbed two fingers between the clone's legs. Delta sucked in a small gasp of air as the touch electrified her own aching core. As with the rest of the clone's body, she could feel through her. Maybe Zoey's class was influencing her own. Would the shadow have worked like this had she never t the girl? Maybe, maybe not. She wasn't sure. And didn't care, at the current mont.
She couldn't help herself any longer. She ordered the shadow to climb onto the bed and lay down, spreading her legs for easier access. Shuffling up and grabbing either of her own thighs for leverage, she brought her face close to that shadowy duplicate of her own pussy, her lips hovering a few inches away.
Her own pussy.
She was really going to eat herself out?
Yes. Yes she was.
She buried her face between the shadow clone's legs, swirling her tongue in firm circles around the girl's entrance before spearing inside, groaning as she both tasted her essence and felt a shadowy tongue plunge into her own core.
Concentrating, Delta managed to coax the duplicate into pressing her thighs inward, trapping Delta's head in a lewd embrace—for better imrsion. She could feel the ghost of that pressure on her own thighs as she eagerly pleasured her mirror image.
This isn't weird at all, she thought, feeling slightly tipsy by the experience, dragging her tongue up to toy with the shadow's clit. Really, it's just masturbating with extra steps.
The mixing of sensations, simultaneously giving and receiving, existing in two bodies at once, flooded Delta's mind with dizzying gratification. Heat blossod out from between her legs as she worked faster. She ground her hips against her free hand, aching for release, as her tongue danced over her shadow's slick folds.
She wondered what it looked like from the outside. To an observer. Delta writhing in the throes of ecstasy, head buried between the legs of her exact shadowy copy while greedily licking and sucking at her sex. Their bodies grinding against each other in a hypnotic rhythm. Really solidifying the accusations of narcissism, Delta groaned in excitent, the image sending a shudder through her.
She erged for air with a gasp. She quickly rolled onto her back and scooted up the bed. The clone, upon her command, replaced her, situating herself between Delta's thighs. She was so impatient that she struggled to give commands properly—and instead just grabbed her own face and shoved it down against her aching pussy, pushing her hips up and squirming to get so friction against her shadow's soft mouth. Dizzily, Delta closed her eyes and focused on taking control of her clone, needing that tongue inside her this very instant.
She gasped as her duplicate obliged, swirling her tongue around her clit. This ti, not a shadow of a sensation, but the real thing—shadow flesh against her own core. The shadow's silky black hair tickled her inner thighs. It was all so realistic. Exactly like the real thing.
"Ah, fuck," she groaned, curling her hips upward. Controlling the shadow's movents was almost impossible, her mind too clouded with building ecstasy. If nothing else, she supposed this was great practice for maintaining control of the shadow even in a heated situation. Fucking and fighting did have a lot of similarities. Unable to keep her full concentration, though, she just gripped the back of the copy's head, guiding it where she needed.
The sensations quickly consud her. Feeling the softness of her own sensitive flesh through the clone's lips and tongue, the heady scent and taste of her own arousal, the blissful pleasure radiating from between her legs where the tongue-lashing continued. It blurred into a euphoric feedback loop, making her toes curl.
Her breaths ca in staccato pants, hips grinding in tandem with the shadow's licking, swirling, and thrusting. Sweat covered her body. As pent up as she'd been, she grew closer by the second, approaching climax in record speed, every muscle in her body drawing taut. The clone lapped and sucked at her, clumsily controlled but, in Delta's state, more than enough.
"I'm… I'm almost…"
It hit even faster than she thought it would. She gasped as the impending wave of rapture crashed over her. Back arching off the bed, she cried out, inner walls clenching around her clone's tongue. Her thighs squeezed the woman's skull hard, Delta pressing down to bury her an inch deeper, to feel her tongue exploring that much further inside her sensitive pussy. The orgasm seed to last forever, aftershocks jolting through her fra.
Finally, Delta collapsed into the rumpled sheets, chest heaving. She pushed the shadow's face away, too sensitive for any more stimulation. It looked up at her with dark, impassive eyes, Delta's juices gleaming on its chin.
Weird.
Yet hot.
Such a common combination, these days.
With a satisfied sigh, she let herself lt into the luxurious mattress.
"Damn," she breathed. "That's seriously unreal."
She had a feeling Zoey and Rosalie were going to like this skill, too.
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