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

2.17 ❤❤ Delta's Biggest Day Yet

A/N: Please be advised, this chapter contains fetish content. For those not interested in reading certain material, here's the tags: [spoiler][Extreme Insertions/Distension][/spoiler]

"Now that's what I'm talking about," Delta said.

"There's—I can't—is this a joke?" Rosalie all but shrilled.

Or 'I all but shrilled'? Delta thought. She glanced Rosalie's way, and woah, it was, like usual, weird, seeing her own nose wrinkled in disgust, her own cheeks blazing at the sight laid in front of them.

Even Delta would admit her cheeks were coloring a bit. The last trap—the one Rosalie had so enthusiastically thrown herself on, despite her flimsy pretenses—had been downright vanilla. A dildo inlaid into the floor? She couldn't imagine something less risqué.

And while this trap wasn't wholly different—it was still a dildo, and the intent of 'pleasure me to progress' was still obvious enough—it was a particular adjective that changed everything.

'Big'.

Nah, that didn't do it justice.

'Giant'.

Let's try one more time.

'Gargantuan'.

The protrusion—not stone, this time, but some kind of white, slimy, translucent gel material—was at least two feet tall. No, that wasn't a joke. It would literally reach up to her chest if it went inside her.

And sitting on a pedestal to the right, a vial of blue liquid.

[Potion of Stretchy Insides]: Allows impossible insertions. Don't think too hard about anatomy.

"Good god," Zoey said. "It can't—really? It expects us to ...?"

It said something that even Delta's perverted, amnesia-ridden teammate was at a loss for words for this challenge.

"I know I said that when it was my turn, I wanted something a little more daring," Delta grinned, "but I didn't think the shard would take the request so seriously."

"Your turn?" Zoey-Two asked.

Delta glanced her way. Right, she thought, a smile sneaking across her lips. They don't know, yet. "Rosalie took the first obstacle," she said casually.

Two Zoey's heads pivoted to Rosalie, who blushed, then desperately pretended she'd had no such reaction.

"She did, did she?" Zoey asked, grinning at her.

"I engaged with the shard how it intended," she said, sticking her chin up in the air. "It's called being a professional."

Gods, she's so funny. Delta might not be friends with the stick-up-her-ass old blood, but being around her was hilarious.

Delta bet she knew why she acted like she did. Old blood like her, she'd been crammed up in training ranges her entire life—and protecting her reputation. Especially this one. She had the air of royalty about her. And royalty for Wayfarers meant one thing—high-advancement parents. Real high. Prominent officers in a Highguild.

And I got to see her bouncing up and down a dildo, just twenty minutes ago. Delta knew how to hide her arousal—funny enough, having a high sex drive meant she could mask it, had learned how to—and the sight of Rosalie pleasuring herself had definitely done something for her. For a brief moment, Delta had appreciated the annoying blonde. She really knows how to make some cute noises.

Her thoughts were wandering. She had a rather 'big' task to come to terms with.

Delta walked up to the comically sized dick. She ran a hand against the rubbery, see-through white material. It had come pre-lubricated, and it glistened in the light, the wall torches flickering in the background. She withdrew her hand and rubbed her fingers together, watching the sticky material cling between her digits.