This Ascent to Divinity is Lewder than Expected (A Futa LitRPG)

1.12 ❤ Slimey Fun II

"So," Mel said. "The best part of my body. Wanna guess what it is?"

"Mmm. There's a lot to pick from."

Mel beamed, and slapped Zoey's shoulder. "Stop it, you flirt. Here. In my opinion, it's this." Mel's hand slid to the top of Zoey's cock, the base of her palm positioned flat against the tip. Zoey got the briefest inkling of what was about to happen, and then Mel pressed down.

Zoey's cock sank into the sticky substance, slowly filling up Mel's arm. She groaned in pleasure. The feeling was incredible: warm, tight, sticky, gripping to her cock as her length slid into Mel's body. Her arm. Zoey hadn't expected normal sex from a woman made from goo, but she hadn't expected this. To be fucking her hand, in the literal sense. Weird, but hot, she admitted to herself, watching her cock fill up Mel's arm, then Mel's fingers reach Zoey's pelvis, having gone all the way to the base. She curled her fingers inward, gripping Zoey's pubic hair. Definitely hot. Her cock reached all the way up to the woman's elbow. She could see it suspended in the green, translucent goo.

Her hand slid up, then back down, squeezing Zoey's cock with the motion.

This might be harder than I thought. Mel's insides felt really good, and they hadn't even gotten to the serious stuff. Zoey doubted those cute, anatomically-accurate lips between her legs wouldn't be getting use before this encounter was over. Really, they were Zoey's only chance to exhaust Mel before she herself ran out of steam. She was already at a disadvantage because of her cock. She knew from having experienced both types of pleasure that while her newest tool might feel great, it was much easier to keep going after coming the so-called natural way. Zoey was much more spent after orgasm than she used to be.

So she really ought to get to it.

But instead, she watched her cock slide up and down Mel's arm in fascination, and pleasure. Really fucking weird, she confirmed a second time, not that Zoey's pulsing girlcock was complaining in the slightest.

"You asked me my name," Mel said, "but I didn't get yours."

"Zoey," she breathed out. "Does that—does that trick work anywhere?"

Mel gave her a sly smile. "Why? Where do you want to stick it?"

"Just wondering." She could imagine a few ideas, and they were much weirder than through Mel's hand. But also slightly too degenerate for even Zoey to bring up, much less ask.

"In my ear?" Mel asked, apparently having no such shame "With this thing, it'd go all the way through my head, you naughty girl. And sorry, that's uncomfortable, so hands and feet are all you're getting."

"Right. Hand's are, um, enough."

"I know. I can feel it squirming inside. You really like it."

Her cock pulsed. "You have sensation in there?"

"Everywhere."

"Wow."

"Wow, indeed," Mel said, eyes sparkling.

Zoey let herself indulge for a few more moments, Mel's sticky insides pleasuring her length, before she admitted to herself she needed to treat this more seriously. She grabbed Mel's wrist and extracted her cock from the green goo—it made a lewd squelching sound as it separated—then pushed Mel over, who acquiesced with a delighted squeak. Zoey spread the slime-girl's legs open, then dipped her face between Mel's thighs.

"Can I taste you?"

"Don't ask," Mel said, wiggling her hips. "Just do. You've got your work cut out, remember? I would love if you win. I'm your number one supporter."