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

2.04 ❤ A Morning Together

Zoey's cock spread Rosalie's mouth open, and she tasted Zoey's natural musk, a hint of vanilla on her stroking tongue, the inn's soap from their showers last night. Her jaw strained to accommodate her size. Rosalie wiggled her head down to get Zoey further in. It took only a few inches before she was hitting the back of her throat. Considering Zoey's length, it was almost comical how little Rosalie forced down before Zoey was bumping against her tight upper-opening, tickling her gag-reflex, which she stalwartly fought against.

Zoey's hands curled into Rosalie's hair, digging her long fingers in, and Rosalie savored the feeling. Almost more than the lustful satisfaction, it was these easy shows of intimacy—the sighs, and the burying of Zoey's hands into her hair—that had Rosalie's heart fluttering.

I have a girl's cock in my mouth. Though it had happened once before, the realization thrilled through her, igniting Rosalie's nerves. Zoey's cock. It's her pulsing cock that's stuffed into my mouth.

The haze of lust descended on Rosalie, now, not just Zoey.

Still gripping the base of Zoey's shaft, Rosalie opened her throat and let Zoey's cock slide in. Having such a large object enter a hole distinctly not designed for it was, of course, uncomfortable. But Rosalie savored the stretch. Or more accurately, savored the groan that escaped Zoey's mouth as her cock slid into Rosalie's tight throat.

"Good girl," Zoey muttered, hands providing a forceful pressure to bring her head further down. "Good girl."

Between Rosalie's thighs, her core pulsed with need. If only we had a condom. But they didn't, and even lost in a melting haze of lust, Rosalie's better sense prevented herself from risking pregnancy. She didn't know if a girl could get another girl pregnant, but why would she chance it?

Rosalie's throat spread open, inch by inch, and Zoey's width slid down her lubricated pleasure-hole. That's what it is. Zoey's pleasure-hole. Less than a day earlier, Zoey had extracted whining confessions from Rosalie—that her body was built for pleasure, that the wet, warm holes Rosalie owned existed entirely from the pleasure of Zoey. And it's true. What greater purpose could they serve than this? Than making Zoey whine in ecstasy? There was no greater noise in existence than her breathless exhalations.

And no greater sensation than having her head shoved down, throat spasming as she choked on the sudden intrusion of girlmeat.

"Sorry," Zoey gasped. "But deeper. Go deeper." Her hands, wrapped in Rosalie's hair, forced her down, not considerate in the slightest of the difficulty of having such girthy girlcock invade a hole not meant for anything but air and food.

As she shouldn't be. Rosalie's throat was built for Zoey's pleasure. It was hers to be used as she chose. Regardless of difficulty, unnaturalness.

Her throat convulsed around a pulsing shaft, and she coughed, diaphragm spasming, trying to reject the unnatural object stuffed down it, spreading throat flesh apart in an almost painful way. Her eyes watered with the effort.

Zoey didn't care. Her hips bucked, sending her unwieldy girlcock deeper.

Thank the gods. Rosalie wrapped her hands around Zoey's waist and helped. Could she swallow it all the way, even when she wasn't aided by the aphrodisiac? Clearly, Zoey's skill was working. A forearm sized object had no right fitting down Rosalie's throat, but there it was anyway, stuffing her tight hole, inch by inch.

And she would get it all the way down. She would. She didn't care if she passed out while trying. She didn't care if she choked on Zoey's cock. She would love it. Rosalie was a filthy, cock-hungry whore, and this was what she made for. She wiggled her head forward, trying to get it further. Another inch crammed down her throat. How is there still more? But she was almost at the base. She almost had her tight hole enveloping Zoey's needy cock in entirety.