3.14 ❤ Out On The Town

“Holy crap,” Adrienne said. “You weren’t kidding. It does look real.”

Delta, Adrienne, and Suzi admired Zoey’s cock, a second ago set down onto the booth’s table. It was drooped over, soft, with Zoey’s cock head pressed into the cool wood. Zoey had been getting sporadically hard throughout the past few hours, ever since Delta had left her in the guild’s central hall to study her alchemy textbook, but less frequently as time passed and Delta didn’t play with her.

By the way her cock had been jostling around in her purse (something hilarious to Delta, for a reason she couldn’t fully articulate), she knew Delta was out and about … but she couldn’t know when the action would start. And she couldn’t know that it finally had; that in this moment, her cock was being admired by three girls in the dark corner of a bar. So, she stayed soft.

Probably not for long.

“Feels real, too,” Delta said. “And reacts. Go ahead. Poke it. Watch what happens.”

Delta and her two partners were seated in the corner of the bar, in a booth. A mix of chatter and laughter filled the air, growing slowly more raucous as the night stumbled along. Music played in the background, providing an energetic but not chaotic atmosphere.

Adrienne, the girl whose shoulder Delta had her arm draped across, had cozied up to her with surprising speed. Delta didn’t normally have problems finding a hook-up, but by how fast after sitting next to Delta she’d had her body pressed into hers, Adrienne was even more eager than most.

Adrienne was a gorgeous, petite girl—she’d caught Delta’s eye immediately, and fortunately, the same in reverse. She had an hourglass figure with an impressive bust, wider hips, and an ass that barely fit in her jeans. The cut of her shirt dipped low, and on more than a few instances, Delta’d caught sight of a lacy black bra as Adrienne leaned forward to talk, laughing loudly and undoubtedly knowing what she was showing off. She had a heart-shaped face with a small nose and pouty lips, and her hair was a deep mahogany that curled into ringlets and framed her face. She’d dressed up for the night, intending to get lucky.

Which was par for the course, considering where Delta had ventured to. The Royal Court had a reputation. There were plenty of gay bars where socialization and meeting new people (in the more chaste sense) was the goal, but The Royal Court had an ingrained image … it was a place someone went to when they were looking for fun, first and foremost. Delta’d never come here and left empty handed. Most girls didn’t, she assumed.

And, in Delta’s case especially, wayfarers didn’t have their work cut out for them when it came to picking up girls. While in some places in the Fractures, wayfarers were a decent portion of the population, and thus nothing special, in the ‘big cities’, wayfarers were the minority. Civilians flocked from Haven to places like Treyhull, looking to cater to the wealthier, adventure-seeking segment of society, in a place that was still fairly safe. Not that the Fractures were ever completely safe—even Treyhull had monster incursions, occasionally—but compared to being out in the wild or less guarded pocket dimensions, much more so.

But Delta’s point: wayfarers were popular with the girls, especially in big cities. How couldn’t they be? Delta had stories to tell, money, muscles, and scars. Hardly the things that mattered for a long-term relationship … and certainly weren’t universally popular … but at The Royal Court, they were things that made Delta popular. Adrienne and Suzi weren’t looking for meaningful life partners. They were here the same reason Delta was. To scratch an itch.

Or, not exactly the same, Delta internally smirked. She didn’t think Adrienne and Suzi had ventured off with their friend’s disembodied cock, intending to plow strangers with it.

Suzi, on the other hand, didn’t have quite as bombastic a figure, but she had elegance: high cheekbones, and a sharp, angular face. She had intense, intelligent blue eyes, and her black dress had a somehow deeper cut than Adrienne’s, dipping to her stomach. Her tits were smaller, but still perky—in no way worse than Adrienne’s. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and hadn’t taped her dress down, either; Delta had caught a few sneak peaks, undoubtedly intentional on Suzi’s part. Her legs, too, Delta appreciated. Seated, Delta couldn’t see them anymore, but Suzi had long, toned legs that went on forever—which she knew, because her dress had drawn attention to them, same as her tits. Suzi knew how to show herself off.

In short, two girls Delta was very much looking forward to exploring.

As Delta had prompted her to, Adrienne tentatively reached out and poked Zoey’s cock. It twitched, and Adrienne jumped. Delta supposed it was strange to see, however much Delta had warned her. Because odd shard loot wasn’t the rarest thing in the world, but these two were civilians, and likely hadn’t seen much in the way of ‘odd’. And Delta’s item in particular … not something even Delta saw everyday.

“Wow,” Adrienne said. “Does it … does it get hard?”

“Find out,” Delta suggested.

“And why is it so big?” Suzi asked amusedly. “Gods. Look at it.”

Of the two girls who Delta had found herself seated with, Adrienne was definitely the more eager. The Royal Court might be a place girls went to find hook-ups, but that didn’t mean everyone was looking to throw themselves at the first willing girl. Suzi had joined them, and was flirting and returning their advances, but she was still feeling things out. She seemed more amused than anything, as it stood. She was one or two drinks deep—the same as all of them—and was swirling her whiskey around in a glass as she watched Delta and Adrienne from across the table.

Adrienne didn’t have any reservations about the ‘weird shard loot’ Delta had laid on the table, but Suzi, on the other hand, didn’t seem quite as fascinated … at least in the lustful sense. She was definitely interested, intellectually-wise. Who wouldn’t be when it came to a disembodied, living cock?

But unsurprisingly to a hook-up location intended for women who preferred women, cocks weren’t guaranteed to be popular. Delta didn’t have any problems with cocks—just, men in general she wasn’t interested in, sexually.

Some girls, though, Delta knew, didn’t like phallic things in general, much less something as true to life as the one laid on the table … which was literally real, rather than a startlingly accurate toy, as Delta had implied. She wasn’t sure if Suzi fell into that camp. Her body language, at least, wasn’t protesting the development—at Delta having slapped down a living and breathing cock onto the table. She just didn’t have a glint of lust in her eye, like Adrienne did.

“It’s still soft, and it’s, what? Eight inches?” Suzi continued amusedly. “Like, what the hell.”

Adrienne, taking up Delta’s suggestion, rubbed two of her fingers into Zoey’s shaft, trying to wake it up. “Seriously,” she agreed. “It’ll be bigger than my forearm, won’t it?”

Adrienne was a short, petite woman, so honestly? “Yeah, probably,” Delta laughed. “It’s kind of a monster.”

“And you just found this?” Suzi asked. “On one of your delves?”

“At the end of the shard.”

The line of questioning briefly cut off, Adrienne’s efforts yielding results. Zoey’s cock—finally being paid attention—started to swell. Delta pressed down on the linking plate to stabilize it, so it didn’t tip over as Zoey grew.

Adrienne and Suzi—and, honestly, Delta too, despite having seen it several times before—watched in fascination as Zoey’s unreasonable length filled out. Her already impressive size swelled into the fourteen-inch monster Delta had learned to admire … and once wielded herself.

“Shit,” Suzi said, her eyebrows raised. “It really might be. Hold your forearm up to it, Addy.”

Adrienne did so.

“Fuck me,” Suzi said, lips curled in amusement. She shook her head, then took a drink. “Ridiculous.”

Adrienne’s reaction to the sight was a little less amused. Her cheeks burned red. “Wow …” she said. “Wow.”

“It’s kind of a shame,” Suzi said. “It’s too big to fit. Makes it useless.”

“Nah,” Delta said. “One of the perks to the item—squeezes into places it shouldn’t.”

Suzi and Adrienne paused, taking that in.

“Really?” Adrienne asked.

“How would you know?” Suzi asked.

Delta smirked at the black-haired girl across from her. “You think I haven’t played with it? Come on.” Then, to Adrienne, “Yeah, really. It’s a tight fit, but it goes in. All the way.”

“All the way?” Suzi scoffed. “That thing’s more than a foot. How?”

“Magic?” Then, she shot Suzi a lopsided grin. “I could prove it to you, if you want.”

Suzi rolled her eyes. “That’d be rude. Addy wants to go first. Look at her squirm.”

It wasn’t a no, but Delta still had some work to do on Suzi, warming her up.

Adrienne didn’t deny what Suzi had said. Her blushing, fascinated attention was obvious as day. “So, like, anywhere?” she asked breathlessly. “Even my mouth?”

“It’s not the easiest thing,” Delta said. “But yeah. Really shouldn’t fit, but it does.”

Delta scooted Zoey’s cock from the center of the table to in front of Adrienne.

“Be my guest,” Delta said. “Just be careful. Don’t get her too worked up. She’s a bit sloppy when she finishes.”

“She?” Suzi asked amusedly.

“It’s a girl cock,” Delta said. “What, you can’t tell?”

“You know, that’s ridiculous, but I kind of agree.” She appraised Zoey’s cock for a second. “She’s a cutie. Definitely a girl dick.”

‘Cutie’. Delta didn’t know if she agreed … Zoey’s cock had to be one of the angrier, veinier cocks that existed, not that Delta had surveyed any real ones to know for sure. But … maybe, kind of, it could be called cute. It was hard to say why, but there was a femininity to its throbbing length, if she looked for it.

Adrienne fingers wrapped around the base of Zoey’s cock, which made Delta’s heart jump in sympathy. Like before, when fucking Fe, seeing Zoey’s cock played with had Delta’s heart hammering in excitement. Delta was into a lot of things, but voyeurism—seeing her friends get pleasured—hadn’t been especially high on the list. For some reason, with Zoey, it was.

Adrienne eyed the cock apprehensively. “I just don’t see how.”

“Magic,” Suzi repeated. “Does it matter? Test it.”

Delta grinned at her. Suzi was visibly anticipating the show Adrienne was about to put on. She was leaned back in the booth, one arm thrown over the low-backed edge, and as seemingly relaxed as ever, but there was a glint in her eyes that gave her away. She saw Delta grinning knowingly at her, paused, then rolled her eyes, adjusting in the seat and forcing her nonchalance back.

Yeah, Delta thought. Suzi wasn’t as ready-to-go as Adrienne, but she would definitely be coming back with Delta, tonight.

Or maybe not even ‘coming back’. Delta might not want to wait that long. Fucking in the bathrooms was against bar policy, and might have them thrown out, but Delta’d never been much of a rule follower. And it beat doing it out in the alleyway … that was definitely the worse of the two. She’d rather start problems with The Royal Court’s staff than Treyhull’s guards—and maybe catch a charge for public indecency.

The bar’s policies were pretty lose, anyway. As demonstrated by how Delta had a giant dildo laid out on her table, and nobody was saying anything. Honestly, there was worse happening in some of the other booths. Policy was, just don’t make it too loud or obvious.

Like fucking in the bathroom. In the very loud, very obvious way Delta intended. But, ah, well, it was unavoidable.

“Okay, then,” Adrienne murmured, eying Zoey’s cock. “Fits anywhere, even my mouth. Let’s find out.”