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

4.39 - ❤ Collecting the Bait

Delta advanced on Mel, and the slimegirl basically wiggled in place from excitement. She tossed the green-goo condom she'd formed toward Zoey, who fumbled it in surprise.

The two girls embraced, returning to the kiss Zoey and Rosalie had torn them apart from.

Zoey shared a look with Rosalie. Her cheeks had colored—these events were becoming common, but not the point she could take them in stride—but mostly she seemed exasperated.

"You sure?" Zoey asked. Not because she wanted to pressure Rosalie into it, but because Rosalie sometimes took some pressing to get an honest response.

But she only replied, "I'm sure. And I do think somebody should be keeping watch."

Zoey couldn't argue that. What she, Mel, and Delta were about to get into would be pretty distracting, considering there was a magic-eating monster out there, somewhere. Probably watching them, Mel had even said.

Which was weird, if true. That a voyeur was sitting in the shadows somewhere. She looked around and, of course, saw nothing.

Zoey inspected the condom Mel had tossed her. It wasn't neatly bundled up, so putting it on would be a bit awkward, unable to just roll it down. Fortunately, it seemed she had a moment to herself—Delta and Mel were engaged with each other.

After getting herself situated, she had a long layer of thin, slightly green-tinted material wrapping her cock. Why Mel needed to 'collect' from her, Zoey still wasn't sure. To draw the mysterious entity out? Why would Zoey's cum be effective at that? At a guess, something to do with Ephy's blessing—and why the being was interested in Mel's shard at all.

In the moment, she couldn't find it in herself to care that much. If Zoey needed to be milked to help Mel, then she guessed she could suffer that fate.

Delta pulled back, breaking Mel's kiss, and gasping for air. Zoey sympathized. The slimegirl probably didn't need to breathe, and liked to use that to her advantage.

"This is great and all," Delta said, "but your body. You said you'd show off, and I'm kinda curious what you meant."

Mel stepped back. "Well," she said, "let's start with the obvious. I'm malleable."

Her body rippled, and in front of the two of them, the slimegirl's body reshaped itself.

"Have a type?" Mel asked, breasts growing, and adding several inches to her height—making Delta have to look up, though Mel stayed an inch or two shorter than Zoey. "Skinny? Plush? Tall? Short?"

"Now that," Delta said, amazed, as Mel adjusted her body a few times for her spectator's pleasure, "is awesome." She stepped forward and cupped Mel's tits and bounced them, experimenting with their new weight. "Shorter, though," she said. "But keep the tits."

Mel laughed and obliged. Shortly, the top of her head only came up Delta's chin—a few inches shorter than where she'd started.

"Turn around," Delta instructed her.

Mel did so, happy to obey.

Delta squeezed her ass and rolled the gooey substance around. Zoey was equally entranced, watching the material shape itself around Delta's hands.

"Can't imagine this could get much better," Delta murmured, feeling her up. "It's a neat trick, but the problem is, you're already perfect."

"Aw," Mel said. "You're sweet. But clearly not that tempting, because I still don't have you inside me, do I?"

Delta paused, then stopped squeezing her ass and tugged the slime girl in. A hand dipped between Mel's legs, and she started stroking around, teasing. "You're that impatient, huh?"