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

4.40 - ❤ Lured Out

The end result was the slightest bit comical.

Zoey knew she came a lot; she'd become intimately acquainted with the fact in a whole slew of ways. But seeing her payload bulging at the tip of a condom contextualized just how much.

"Seriously," Delta said admiringly, hefting the collection up and down with two hands. It was still attached to Zoey's cock, so, despite the absurdity, it was also somewhat arousing seeing another girl worship it. "How do you do this? Has to be magic."

"I'm glad you had fun," Mel laughed, poking the balloon of liquid. "Yeah. This'll definitely be enough."

"Enough for what?"

"My devious plan, obviously," Mel said. "This was to save my life, remember?" She pecked Zoey on the cheek. "Which I'm super grateful for. And like I said, I'll let you do that gross thing in reward. Just have to handle this, first."

"Gross thing?" Delta asked, her playing with the condom freezing, the statement intriguing her.

"I said," Zoey protested, "that I've never asked for anything of the sort."

"So you're turning me down, then?" Mel asked.

A part of Zoey insisted that she did, if simply because it was so weird. But she hesitated.

"Gross thing?" Delta insisted. "What gross thing?"

"She wants to fuck me in the head," Mel said. "To stir my brains around with her cock."

Delta blinked several times, then turned to Zoey with raised eyebrows. "She does, does she?"

"I never asked for that," Zoey said firmly. "Seriously. She just assumed it."

"Well," Mel said. "I know you thought it. You just didn't actually ask."

"Huh," Delta said. "Yeah, that makes sense. No way she would. Zoey doesn't have nearly that good of taste."

Zoey paused.

"Kidding," Delta laughed. "Yeah, that's pretty weird, even by my standards. That said, you better take her up on it. If you don't, I'll be disappointed."

"Seriously?"

"It's not like it's a fantasy you can live out with anyone else. So yeah. I'll be mad if you don't."

Zoey rolled her eyes.

Though with Delta's approval, she suddenly felt a lot less hesitant with the idea. It was weird ... but maybe she wouldn't insist on refusing, if Mel offered again.

"And let's get this thing off you," Mel said, rolling the condom up. "Like I said, time to enact my brilliant plan."

***

Mel's plan wasn't actually that brilliant. But hey, she had limited resources, and seriously limited information. Around a day's worth of study of some kind of ... bizarre, alien magic-eater wasn't nearly enough to form a real plan of attack.

The only thing Mel had really deduced was that Mystery Woman liked the lewder stuff that Zoey's presence had brought to her shard. She'd made that pretty clear in hour one. Mel was still upset that she'd caught the woman—in a human body, strangely—masturbating at full frenzy, then had cut off when Mel had found her, and vanished.

Even if the woman was eating her essence and slowly killing her, that she didn't want to have some fun first was way more inconsiderate.

Okay, not really. Mel wasn't suicidal. She'd rather not die. She probably didn't have the same attachment to consciousness as some mortal creatures, but even so, she had some attachment. She'd never considered the topic too closely. This iteration—this version of her created to handle Zoey's arrival—was more lucid than any other form she'd taken. More ... autonomous. Her thoughts were less clouded. If still rather focused on one thing.