6.39 –  Under the Table III


    Delta''s clone sat there obediently, buried onto Zoey''s cock, providing a hot, wet sheathe for Zoey''s member to twitch and throb against. She didn''t continue moving, simply rested on her knees, eyes fluttering as the seconds ticked by, not pulling off.


    "Doesn''t she need to breathe?" Zoey asked.


    Delta''s head—her real one—also seemed to be swimming from theck of air. Even resting her chin on her hand, she seemed kind of wobbly, eyes fluttering not as violently as her clone, but definitely fluttering. Almost idly, she reached up with her other hand and rubbed at her throat, as ifing to terms with the false echo-sensationsing from her clone, who had fourteen inches bulging the tunnel violently outward.


    "That''s what I''m testing," Delta murmured. "Also, hurry up and tell us already. What''s your bonding skill?"


    Zoey couldn''t help but think this was supremely unfair, having to organize her thoughts while a girl''s throat was squirming against her cock—especially since Patron was going to be an ability requiring loads of discussion. Then again, maybe it was unfair in the opposite way of how she meant it. How had she ever gotten so <em>lucky</em> to constantly end up in situations like this? With three blushing girls watching another pleasure her underneath a table?


    Once again, Zoey forced herself to calm. She had a discussion to get through.


    "It''s called Patron," she said. "The description verbatim is, with a High Priestess, ritualistically select a non-Bonded target to be a Patron of. Funnel Holy Energy into the target to progress them through advancements."


    The words hung in the air for several long moments.


    "What?" Delta eximed. "The hell? You can just <em>level people up</em>, now?"


    "I have no clue," Zoey said. "It''s obviously something to do with Aria. And Ephy encouraging me to start a … following, I guess." That whole mess was still hard toe to terms with. "I can make a few guesses. I bet that ''holy energy'' is something that I''ll earn from <em>having </em>a following."


    "Damn," Delta said. "What a crazy skill." She rubbed her forehead and leaned back, digesting the news. "If you were normal, I''d assume you wouldn''t be able to do much besides give a small bump in experience. But knowing all of your other skills, I bet you''ll give <em>big </em>boosts. Maybe even skip lower-advancement people through entire progressions."


    "Wow," Maddy said, eyes wide.


    "Yeah. It''s a crazy one. Was wondering what you three thought of it. Or more like … what should I do with it? Who should I use it on?"


    They paused.


    "Only works on non-Bonded targets," Delta said. "So good question. Means nothing to us." She tilted her head. "You bonded with Sabina?"


    "No," Zoey said. "Limited slots. Figured I''d save them for actual shard teammates." Though she admittedly <em>had </em>considered bonding Sabina a number of times, to give her the slew of benefits that came with that ability. Maybe it was a good thing she hadn''t. "She was my first thought too."


    Rosalie pursed her lips. It was obvious she had opinions on the matter, yet she didn''t open her mouth to voice them. Zoey knew what they were. It went back to one of their earlier discussions.


    Zoey leaned back with a sigh. "Which takes us back to that same point from before," she said. "Efficiency versus sticking with our friends. Why move Sabina through progressions when the d''Celestins have even better alchemists on retainer, already?"


    Rosalie rxed, visibly pleased that she didn''t have to be the one to broach the subject.


    Delta frowned. "I mean," she said. "Seeing how we''re apparently hiding all of the stickier business from Rosalie''s dad, we <em>gotta </em>stick with Sabina for potion stuff. All the high-advancement alchemists in this city probably have loyalty to the d''Celestins." She nced at Rosalie. "Or more specifically, Enzo and the highguild." She shrugged. "And the ones who don''t, we have no reason to trust. I think trust trumps everything at this point."


    Rosalie considered this, then nodded almost to herself. She clearly agreed.


    She hadn''t wanted to bring the topic up herself because she didn''t want to rock the boat—despite Delta forgiving her about the whole d''Celestin mess, Rosalie was still a little on edge. She didn''t want to start a heated discussion so soon after.


    But it seemed there was a rational reason to not have to worry about it.


    "Good point," Zoey said. "So you think Sabina''s who we should try it on first?"


    Delta shrugged. "Nobody I can think of is <em>crucial </em>to our future ns. So I guess it''s dealer''s choice. Use it however you want." She considered. "You think Aria got a ss, as some kind of High Priestess? She''d probably be a good target to use it on."


    Zoey nodded; she had also considered this. "Still need to talk to her. Probably my number one priority, once I have time to myself. I was thinking Fe too, since we''ll want an artificer we can trust, but we don''t know if she''ll even be showing up to Mantle." She grimaced. "Having a different artificer identify the weird items we find would make it hard to keep our situation under wraps, though. So hopefully she does."


    Deltaughed. "At the same time, I would pay money to see Rosalie''s dad react to that. Someone reporting to him that we found a dildo in one of our shards. Gods. Can you imagine?"


    Rosalie made a kind of choking noise at the possibility. "We <em>need </em>to keep our situation a secret," she said firmly. "My father <em>can''t </em>find out."


    Delta snickered. She opened her mouth to continue teasing, then trailed off. Her hand moved up to rest on her own throat—the movement apanied by a choking sound underneath the table.


    "Oh. She''s, uh … almost out of air. Can feel it in my head. Weird." She shook her head, then locked eyes with Zoey. "You know …" she started slowly. "I''ve always wondered what it''d be like to <em>literally </em>choke on cock. Until I pass out." She shivered at her own words—or maybe from the echo sensations of her clone running out of oxygen. "Also, I need to know whether she disappears on knock-out, instead of something fatal. Wanna find out together?" Her voice took on a husky tint. "Go ahead. Use her up before she''s gone. Cause I''m not letting her breathe, so she might not be here for much longer."


    Zoey looked down at the shadow buried fourteen inches onto her cock. Her throat was spasming, choking and coughing noises escaping past the thick blockage crammed into the tight tunnel—those passive reactions that Delta couldn''t explicitly control. She definitely didn''t have much air left.


    A strange thrill went through Zoey at Delta''s request. Use her until she <em>literally </em>passed out? Throat-fuck her into unconsciousness? Even if the clone was more a physical illusion than anything, the idea was oddly tititing.


    Zoey''s hand, almost without intending to, dug into silky ck shadow-hair. She pulled roughly, sliding the girl eight inches up, but not high enough she could breathe again, then mmed back down, thrusting her hips up to properly shove into the girl''s throat. The shadow gurgled around the intrusion, only further pleasuring Zoey''s member with the spasming.


    "Fuck," Zoey murmured, spreading her legs and hunching forward over the table as her second hand joining the first, so that she had the girl''s head firmly in her grip. "She feels so good," she panted.


    She quickly lost herself in the growing ecstasy. She''d held off as long as she could, but now, especially with Delta''s lewd request, she couldn''t help herself—couldn''t resist. Her hips started to slide back and forth along the seat, awkwardly thrusting into the wet tunnel holding her huge girth.


    Rosalie and Maddy watched in silence, faces flushed at the sloppy noisesing from beneath the table, growing in intensity with each passing second. Zoey panted loudly into the air, savoring the throat stretched around her cock. The choking noises became desperate, then, as Zoey relentlessly abused her toy, started to fade. Delta''s own breathing came faster and faster, the foxgirl having leaned back, starting to shudder in ce. Her arm moved back and forth, out of view of Zoey, but Zoey knew she was rubbing herself over her clothing, unable to help from pleasuring herself in her excitement over the moment. Zoey''s eyes flicked around the tavern, seeing the dozens of unaware people in the short distance. She couldn''t believe she was doing this in all but in view—and that they weren''t being caught.


    The gurgling dimmed, then stopped entirely. The shadow went limp, muscles losing strength. Delta let out a keening noise at it finally happening, her back arching as her rubbing reached a crescendo. At seeing her partner cum at being, in a roundabout way, literally throat-fucked into unconsciousness, having felt everything through the shadow''s link, Zoey''s own climax rushed through her. She mmed the limp girl''s head forward, all the way down her throat, then, toes curling, lost her battle against the raging heat. Her climax coursed through her veins, fire exploding up her cock as her member twitched wildly, spilling its load into the limp shadow''s stomach. Hips moving in tandem with her grip on the girl''s head, Zoey emptied herself into an unresisting throat-pussy, the shadow simply taking it, not choking or gurgling in the slightest—no longer present, just a toy to be used.


    Delta slumped down, eyes closed, leaning her shoulder into a flustered Rosalie''s as she rode through her climax. Zoey likewise shook in ce, hunched over the table lip for a good ten, fifteen thick spurts before she had finally emptied herself.


    Wrung out, Zoey pulled the shadow off of her cock, and the girl copsed into the ground, no longer supported.


    A few secondster, both Zoey and Delta panting loudly in the interim, the shadow jerked,ing back to consciousness—coughing and gasping for air.


    "O-Oh," Delta said. "Looks like that <em>doesn''t</em> make her go away. Good … good to know," she said hazily. "Wasn''t that a great skill-testing session?"