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

4.04 - ❤ Milking Session

Sabina tugged Zoey's boxers down, springing fourteen inches of thick girl cock into the air.

Zoey had become accustomed to a universal reaction for girls seeing her cock for the first time: shock. Sabina, though, appraised it with the same clinical disregard she gave everything. Was there anything that could surprise this woman?

She gripped it, peering to its left and right, tilting it, as if looking to gain a scientific understanding of Zoey's cock.

"How big is it?" she eventually asked.

"Uh. Fourteen inches? Maybe?" Zoey hadn't actually measured, but that seemed right.

Sabina made her own assessment. "Fourteen. Yes, more or less. And proportionally thick." Her eyes flicked down. "You have both parts, too. I expected that. This was given with your class?"

"Yeah." How she'd deduced that, Zoey hadn't a clue. She didn't think about it. It was hard to focus with Sabina handling her cock with such passive disinterest. Fuck, why did Sabina seemingly not being aroused by their situation do so much for her? How could this cool, gray-eyed woman have her hand on Zoey's cock and be totally unruffled? "How'd you know?"

"You don't seem used to it." She shrugged. "I'm not sure I could be specific. Sometimes my realizations are ... oblique. Even to me."

She stroked up and down, and Zoey wiggled in place, arms and legs strapped solidly down. That, too—the restraints—had Zoey going wild, cock throbbing and precum dribbling from her tip.

She'd never done this sort of thing. Or, not this exactly, but what she inferred Sabina's preferences were, considering the room littered with sex toys and ... well, BDSM equipment. She was more experienced than most girls her age, but that sort of stuff? She'd never had a girlfriend into it, and had no natural preference for it, either. Some light choking and spanking was as adventurous as she'd been in that regard.

Definitely, she'd never been in a room with shelves lined with sex toys, and been seated on a metal table, locked down with straps and restraints. And what was all the other stuff, anyway? The furniture, and some of the toys Sabina had? She was both intimidated at the prospect of finding out, and desperately wanted to.

"So," Zoey gasped, squirming as Sabina's hand stroked up and down. The plastic grip of her gloves, and the passive expression, was doing so much for Zoey it almost wasn't fair. "You're, uh, into all this? I had no idea."

"Mm," Sabina replied. "I enjoy experimenting. That extends to the bedroom." Her hand continued to travel Zoey's length, working away with a slow, agonizing pace. She performed the motion with an idle disregard. A professionalism. As if she were stirring her cauldron—a routine task. "But I realize my preferences aren't everyone's. I simply thought this an appropriate environment to do this in. We need not do more." A second later, she added, "Perhaps it's best we don't, today. We're simply collecting substance to experiment with."

Zoey swallowed. Heat was curling in her stomach shockingly fast. She'd been taken care of by Rosalie thoroughly last night, so she wasn't pent up. She wouldn't be coming too fast. But Sabina's stroking was surprisingly adept, and the situation itself was intensely compromising.

Looking to distract herself, Zoey said, "You think it'll do something, then?"

"Your semen, as a base? Perhaps."

"Just maybe?"

"I find it likely," Sabina admitted. "But the most fundamental problem is output. We'll have to do this frequently for even small batches, if it turns out true."

Zoey laughed, finding the statement amusing for obvious reasons, then groaned and arched her back, struggling against her restraints. Sabina had stopped stroking slowly, and instead started jerking off the tip, bunching foreskin around it.