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

3.18 Settling Down

Zoey had mentally prepared herself for Delta using her 'night out' as thoroughly as possible, but she had underestimated Delta's stamina. Zoey spent the better portion of two and some hours squirming on her bed, humping air in a way that provided no friction—or, no additional friction—but being unable to help herself. It was torture, in the best and worst interpretations of the word.

She was, at least, spared from Rosalie watching the event. Even by the time Delta's enthusiastic night out ended, Rosalie hadn't returned to their shared bedroom. She had set out into Treyhull with a laundry list of plans, apparently.

A half-hour after Zoey stopped being magically pleasured across half a city, Zoey heard giggling and stumbling coming from outside her door, and Delta's loud, unmistakable voice. They'd gotten rooms next to each other, for convenience, when they'd re-checked into the Guild's living quarters.

Zoey cracked the door, peeked out, and sure enough, Delta was fumbling her key into the lock, accompanied by two girls. One had black hair, and the other, auburn.

It didn't take a leap of deduction to know these were who Zoey's cock had been stuffing not an hour ago. Zoey wasn't sure how to feel about that.

Delta flashed her a grin. "Hey, Zoey. Just stopping by to clean up."

"Who's this?" the dark-haired woman asked. She seemed embarrassed to have company; she appraised Zoey hesitantly. Which was fair, considering the state she—or all three of them—were in. Looking the way they were, Zoey wouldn't have wanted to be seen either.

Zoey leaned against the doorframe, studying the three. They'd come to clean up? Was that the truth, or was Zoey in for even more torture? Had Delta lugged her hook-ups back to her room for rounds ten through fifteen?

"Zoey, my teammate," Delta explained to her partners. The lock she was fumbling with finally clicked open. Delta said to Zoey, "We won't be loud, don't worry. Seriously, just here to clean up. Apparently Suzi didn't want her roommates seeing her like this." A grin. "I can't imagine why."

'Like this'. Yeah. As Zoey had already noted, the black haired girl was in a filthy state—completely unfit for public. She was coated in dried cum. Maybe someone who didn't know to expect it wouldn't have noticed, since they'd at least half cleaned up, and the stains were indistinct ... but they'd missed plenty, and Zoey did know what to suspect.

And, it was funny to Zoey that it was the black-haired girl that didn't want to 'show up home in her current state', considering how Auburn-Hair was in much worse condition. Black-Hair, at least, could mostly have passed in the dark and nobody would have noticed the stains on her dress—and face. But Auburn-Hair's shirt, jeans, face, and hair were so much worse. The cum was visible caked on. Zoey's cum. And she was grinning at Zoey, wearing the filth like a badge of pride, knowing that Zoey knew what it was.

Christ. Delta really knew how to find them, apparently.

They'd walked through Treyhull looking like that? She guessed it was dark out, but still. Color Zoey impressed ... talk about shameless.

"Uh huh," Zoey said. "You won't be loud."

"We won't," Delta said. "For real."

"Teammate?" Auburn-Hair interjected—it seemed aimed at both Delta and Zoey. Delta's introduction had made Auburn-Hair look at Zoey in a new light ... and she'd already been looking appreciatively.

Zoey was appreciative, too. Delta had found two gorgeous women to spend the night with. Which made sense. Delta was beautiful, confident, and, while a bit too quick to speak her mind sometimes, that same cockiness went a long way. At least in a casual sort of setting, like girls looking for one night stands.