6.37 –  Under the Table I


    Zoey''s face had indeed been reddening as Rosalie pressed Delta for details on her shadow skill. By the devious twinkle in her purple eyes, Delta knew exactly <em>what</em> had inappropriately invaded her thoughts.


    "N-Nothing," Zoey stammered. "What do you mean?" She squirmed in ce, not wanting to out her rather inappropriate thoughts. Delta grinned, seeing through her, until she eventually took pity and rolled her eyes.


    "Here," she said. "I''ll let you find out yourself."


    The shadow put her elbows onto the table, leaning forward so that her face closed the distance to Zoey. Impassive ck eyes looked at her, not unnerving exactly, though certainlycking the normal warmth found in Delta''s.


    "Go ahead," Delta said. "Touch her."


    Growing more flustered by the second, Zoey nced at Maddy and Rosalie. Embarrassingly, they were just looking at her, confused; they didn''t understand what was going on. Yes, Zoey was definitely the most perverted of them. <em>They</em> were just fascinated by how incredible the skill was for its <em>intended </em>purpose. They didn''t understand what she and Delta were talking about, or why the shadow had leaned forward across the table.


    At least one other person was guilty. Zoey doubted it had taken Delta long to be curious in that way, either.


    Unable to help herself, Zoey reached out and gently poked at the shadow''s forehead. Like before, she went cross-eyed as her gaze focused on the digit pressing into her. Zoey found herself amazed, though not surprised, that the shadow felt fully realistic, just like the shadow-dagger had. She moved her finger down, tracing the bridge of her nose, then poked at her cheeks. Soft skin met her touch, as sensually urate as a real person.


    Quickly losing herself in fascination, Zoey''s thumb found its way to the shadow''s lower lip, and she tugged, exposing the soft, slick underside as it curled down. Again, all urate, including her teeth, and the slippery feel of her lip''s inside.


    The shadow let her jaw fall slowly open, revealing the full interior of her mouth. Zoey couldn''t help herself: she kept exploring. She ran her thumb in a full sweep along the inside of her lower lip, then swapped fingers and delved deeper with her pointer finger, poking at the girl''s tongue.


    Abruptly, the shadow closed her mouth around the invading digit and, with a pouting expression and her eyes locked firmly to Zoey''s, started sucking.


    Zoey froze there for several long seconds, feeling Delta''s shadow-tongue slip and slide against her finger, sucking in a <em>very </em>intimate way.


    To her side, a squeaking noise interrupted the reverie Delta''s clone had put her under. Zoey''s attention turned to Maddy, to see her staring at the disy with a brilliantly red face. Rosalie''s cheeks had likewise darkened, understanding finally dawning—thanks to the tant show Delta was putting on. Embarrassed, Zoey pulled her hand back, the motion producing a popping noise as she escaped the shadow''s sucking mouth.


    "So the answer is yes," Delta said, her grin having grown devilish. "It works like you think. She''s urate all the way through. And I mean <em>all the way through</em>." She waggled her eyebrows.


    "Wow," Zoey said. She tried to find her words, something more eloquent than that, but just ending up repeating herself. "Wow." She swallowed. "That''s, uh, pretty cool."


    "In fact," Delta continued. "I kind of want to test a few things myself. Need to start training my control with her, right?"


    Delta didn''t let them wonder what <em>that </em>meant for long. She got straight to demonstrating. Seizing control of the shadow, she made the figure slouch down the back of the booth—which then kept sliding, until she had slipped out of view, leaving her seat empty, hiding herself underneath the table.


    "Oh," Zoey said, heart abruptly mming. "Are you, uh, sure we should—?" Her words cut off abruptly as hands started ying at her waistband.


    The button to her pants popped open.


    "Ah," Delta said, seeming satisfied. "I''m getting better with the dexterity of her fingers. It''s harder than you think, undoing buttons. That kind of fine control." A loud zipping noise filled the air. "Zippers are a little easier, at least," she said.


    Zoey sat up ramrod-straight in her section of the booth, suddenly very alert as she scanned their surroundings. They <em>were </em>in the corner of the inn, as secluded of a location as they could find, but that hardly meant they were alone in the building. The two nearest booths were empty, giving them <em>some </em>privacy, but people were still walking around, drinking, eating, and speaking loudly, the typical environment for an evening spent inside a tavern. Especially with how Zoey was sitting on the edge of the booth rather than the inside portion, the shadow figure of Delta''s clone couldn''t be all that inconspicuous. Dim-lit atmosphere or not.


    Despite her mming heart, she had the good sense to voice those concerns. "Is this, uh, a good idea?" she struggled out as a hand started rubbing at her crotch, making fourteen inches of cock swell up and slide down her pant leg, hardening under the attention Delta''s shadowvished onto her. "Rosalie <em>just </em>said we''re here for the long haul. In Mantle. So maybe, um, we—" She cut off as she felt the figure under the table nt a kiss straight onto her cock head. Overtop her clothing or not, it made Zoey''s back arch slightly, and her next wordse shakily. "Maybe we shouldn''t?"


    "Just swap ces with Maddy," Delta said, not dissuaded in the slightest. "I''m keeping an eye out. We''ll be fine."


    Zoey turned her attention to Rosalie to get her input on the matter, but the blonde was just staring wide-eyed with a zing face, maybe <em>more </em>flustered than Zoey, thanks to what she knew, but couldn''t see, was happening underneath the wooden b of the tabletop.


    "Y-Yeah," Maddy stammered. "We should swap ces. It''ll be less obvious."


    No voiced protests from Maddy, either. Zoey was on her own.


    Maddy didn''t give Zoey much chance to respond before she had already scooted over, then up and <em>onto </em>Zoey''sp, deciding to take the more direct approach to changing who was sitting on the outside of the booth. Zoey sucked in a gasp of air as the mage''s ass rubbed against her cock as she slid across, restricted by the table''s lip with both of them stacked, then down onto the bench as Zoey also shifted over to help finish the seating change.


    "Probably would''ve been easier to just let her stand up," Delta smirked at Maddy. "But I won''t me you for stealing a feel."


    "T-That''s not it," Maddy protested. "It was just faster that way."


    "Uh-huh. And <em>I''m</em> about to suck Zoey off underneath the table because it''s a <em>good dexterity exercise</em>. We''re on the same page." Delta gave a serious nod, which had Maddy''s face ming even redder.


    Zoey might have retorted if the shadow didn''t finally start tugging on her pants. She hesitated for a second before lifting herself an inch up and letting the persistent motion go through. Both her pants and boxers slid down to her knees in one swift tug, exposing fourteen hard inches of girl cock to the air, which Delta swiftly wrapped her fingers around to hold steady.


    Zoey sat back down, the cool booth on her ass feeling <em>extremely </em>scandalous. Which was fair. Since she was now sitting half naked in a public ce, with her teammate''s shadow clone holding her cock. Having Maddy to block the view, alongside the dim lightning and semi-secluded location, assuaged her burning nerves somewhat—but definitely not all the way.


    "So," Delta said. "Go ahead, Zoey. Tell us about your skills. I''m dying of curiosity." A loud, meaty p filled the air as Zoey''s cock was pped straight onto, presumably, the clone''s face. A shudder went through Delta too, having felt the sensation, if filtered through the ability. Her purple eyes took on a hazy expression, a shiver going through her—a familiar look, even if it wasn''t <em>actually </em>Delta down there, between Zoey''s legs. "Don''t get too distracted, now," she murmured, resting her chin on her hand, holding Zoey''s eyes, even as, underneath the table, soft lips ced a gentle kiss onto Zoey''s cock tip. "We all want to know."