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

2.13 Self Reflections, More Literal

Hiking for multiple hours with a plug of metal inserted up her ass wasn't the most comfortable of predicaments, and more than that, Delta's relief only lasted twenty minutes before the jostling stimulation had her dick filling her pants out again. Under Delta's suggestion, Zoey tucked her unwieldy member into her waistband to better accommodate walking with an erection, because they didn't have time for Zoey to be relieved every twenty minutes. And while the strategy had her cock stuffing all the way up her shirt, at least they weren't rubbing against Zoey's pants, caressing her sensitive tip against the tough material.

Her thoughts were sex-hazed as they walked. Delta made constant fun of her for it, and Zoey tried to be her normal self, but mostly failed. Rosalie seemed irritated by Delta's teasing—and flushed at Zoey's own constant red cheeks, the way Zoey's eyes were latching to their hips, chest, and thighs, her constant stimulation driving her thoughts wild. It at least spiced the mundane trip up, had the clock ticking faster than it would have otherwise. She and Delta stopped twice to work her up to more ambitious plug sizes; she did better than expected, going up two more, and having Zoey feeling painfully (and delightedly) full.

Their destination realm, the Crystal Ravines, they arrived to an hour after noon—not that there was any sun to be making such a determination by, but rather, some artifact Rosalie carried around, which she checked with almost anxiety-inducing consistency. Zoey had jokingly called her a taskmaster, but she really was one. She worked with demanding efficiency and adhered to a schedule, and expected she and Delta do the same.

Tracking down a shard entrance was trickier, but only took a few hours. By Delta's raised eyebrows, it was an impressive speed, and one facilitated entirely by Rosalie. Old blood, Delta's phrase bounced around in Zoey's head. It had the same ring as royalty, even if context didn't fully equate the two.

They stared into the murky black void of a portal. Zoey had grown fair enough used to the things, existing as doorways between realms, between shards, and even inside loot chests, so the magical sight didn't amaze her as much as the first times. Still interesting, though.

"Remember," Rosalie said. "If we're separated, stay still. You're not fit for solo wayfaring."

"I know," Zoey said. Again, her pride prickled at the way she was given so little credit; and again, her more rational mind fought that reaction down, because Christ, she didn't deserve credit. She was the fragile newbie that needed to be cared for—escorted and doted on. "I'll sit tight until you find me." If it came to that. There was no guarantee entry would separate them.

"We ready, then?" Rosalie asked.

"As ever," Delta said.

They stepped in.

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Zoey groaned as she struggled to consciousness. She couldn't remember why, but she couldn't allow herself to give in to the desire to fall back asleep. Hadn't she been doing something? She shouldn't be resting. She had just ... just ...

Just entered a shard.

Her eyes shot open.

She flailed up in bed, throwing a warm, plush bedsheet from her body, cold air filling the vacuum and chilling her skin.

"Mmm," a voice to her left breathed. "What? What is it?"

Zoey's head pivoted. It didn't sound like Rosalie or Delta. It didn't sound like anyone she knew.

Her brain stalled.

She took in the face of the woman asleep next to her.

Zoey's eyes widened.