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

2.24 ❤ Rosalie's Turn

Zoey worked her mouth along the hot tip of Rosalie's cock head, running her tongue across its edges and caressing the pulsing member. Both her hands wrapped around its base, stabilizing it for her sloppy efforts.

Fourteen inches had seemed much smaller when between Zoey's legs instead of someone else's. One of the reasons Zoey had eagerly gotten to work on Rosalie—besides the obvious of wanting to make her feel good—was to garner some sympathy for how overwhelming having a cock could be. Especially Zoey's.

But it seemed Zoey was gaining perspective too. Because this thing was so fucking big.

How the hell did Rosalie make it seem easy? Getting it down? Zoey's skills should still work, so it wouldn't be an impossible task ... but not an easy one.

It didn't need to be easy. With Rosalie's whines and moans as a reward for every movement of Zoey's tongue and bob of her head, Zoey was highly incentivized to get this unwieldy object deeper into her mouth.

Rosalie's hands wrapped into Zoey's hair. "You like it, don't you?" Rosalie said. "My cock in your mouth?"

She stuttered over the words.

Zoey paused her coaxing tongue-stroking, then pulled back, saliva bridging from her mouth to Rosalie's cock. A grin split Zoey's lips.

"Was that ... are you trying to ... dirty talk? Take charge?"

Rosalie's face colored with amusing speed. She cleared her throat. "I just—I thought that—since, you know, I have it now ... ?"

Zoey's smile grew. She shuffled forward until she'd pressed herself a few inches from Rosalie's burning face. She pushed back an errant lock of black hair.

"Cute. You're cute. But let me clear something up." Zoey squeezed Rosalie's cock, extracting a moan and a wiggle of Rosalie's hips. "You're my plaything, not the other way around. Doesn't matter what you have between your legs. Understand?"

Rosalie panted hot air into her face. Zoey squeezed again, harder, this time.

"Understand?"

"Y-Yes."

"Good. Now sit back and enjoy Delta's mouth."

Zoey paused before her lips wrapped around Rosalie's cock again. "But dirty talk is nice," she clarified. "Just remember your place." Her head, and mouth, sank back down.

She stroked with her tongue and sucked, teasing Rosalie's cockhead. The two girls eased back into Zoey's playful coaxing of her sensitive part.

"Deeper?" Rosalie asked. "Please?"

Zoey smiled around Rosalie's cock. Well, since she asked so nicely. Bracing herself, she opened her throat and pushed herself down. She choked at first. Because ... of course. Her gag reflex protested, but she persevered—she had a mission, and she would see it through.

Four or five inches down, the thick meat cramming into her throat was too much; she wasn't experienced at this, even if she had a skill helping her along. Her throat spasmed, and she gagged, pulling back and coughing.

"Help me out, won't you?" Zoey said, once she'd stabilized. "Get me down."

Rosalie didn't need to be told twice. Zoey's lips wrapped back around her cock, and when Zoey got her throat opened up again, Rosalie took her request deadly serious. She shoved, and not gently. With Rosalie's empowered strength, all fourteen inches of cock slipped past Zoey's constricting esophagus with a surprised gasp-slash-choke-slash-moan. Girlmeat slid further and further, easily down past her sternum, approaching her stomach. The sensation was insane—incredible—and the noises Rosalie made at the tight pleasuring of her cock, even more so.