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

2.10 ❤ Second Morning, Good as the First

Zoey's second night of sleep in an alien world was as strange as the first. Her dreams were nonsensical, twisting. She dreamed of birthday parties attended by shadow-people. Of picking her way down the creak, hand-in-hand with a girl with a void where her face should be, stomach fluttering with butterflies as she stared into bright (Blue? Green? Brown? Gray?) eyes.

The dreams shifted.

To something slightly less upsetting.

A relieved exhalation escaped Zoey's lips as her eyes fluttered open.

She looked down at her body, where a blonde girl had Zoey's cock in her mouth.

"Fuck," Zoey said.

Things really aren't so bad.

Zoey's cock separated from Rosalie's mouth with a pop. "I figured you needed to be taken care of," Rosalie said, all business. "I've heard the phrase 'pitching a tent', but you took it to the literal." She tutted and shook her head. "A gross woman like you would have morning wood. It was stabbing into me."

"Stop talking," Zoey murmured, leaning forward and wrapping her fingers into Rosalie's hair. "Get back to it."

Rosalie's lips twisted up, and she did as told, following the guidance of Zoey's hands pushing her down. Her lips spread open as Zoey's cock penetrated into her wet mouth.

Things really aren't so bad.

Couldn't be much better, honestly. Bright blue eyes locked with hers as Zoey's lower half was pleasured by an eager tongue, and a wet, bobbing mouth.

For a while, Zoey just indulged in the sight, and the sensation. But when something started to build, she reluctantly pulled Rosalie's head up, who blinked in confusion.

Her, first. Zoey couldn't help but feel she'd been selfish recently. She wanted to get Rosalie off first, especially with how gassed she could be, after.

Zoey had been putting something off for too long. From that pocket-space tucked into the back of her mind, Zoey pulled out that silver stud they'd earned. "You said I should use a numbing agent. Do you have any?"

Rosalie blinked, her face flushed, and coming to terms with why Zoey had pulled her head from her cock. "I don't think now's the time for—"

"Do you?"

"You're the one that needs to be taken care of, right—"

"Rosalie."

"I do," she said, huffing.

"Give it to me."

Rosalie withdrew a small medical vial from her inventory and passed it over.

"How do I use it?"

"Pour it on your tongue." She tutted and held her hand out. "Here. Give me the ring. I'll do it for you. My hands are steadier."

With a numbed tongue, the piercing took little effort, and didn't hurt at all. A small application of healing potion had the ordeal over in less than a minute, the quick pinprick of blood fading away. The healing potion also wiped away the numbing agent; sensation returned to her tongue, if it admittedly felt a little odd after the ordeal.

Zoey stuck her tongue out and waggled it for Rosalie's sake. "ow's it 'ook?"

The crimson on Rosalie's cheeks was all the approval she needed. "It's unseemly."

"Perfect. Ready to feel it inside you?"

"I already told you, you're the one who—"

"Lay down."