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

5.17 - ❤ Revenge

Zoey had always been kind of fond of air hockey, and funny enough, this world had a game that was nearly identical. The bad news was that Delta's unbelievable competence meant Zoey was hard-pressed to survive for more than a few seconds on each volley.

At the puck slamming into her goal for the sixth time in rapid succession, Zoey couldn't help but let out a growl of frustration. She fumbled the disc from the receptacle and slapped it back onto the table, determined to win the next exchange.

"Oh," Delta said. "I'm getting to you, aren't I? It's about time."

Another rapidfire bout, and Zoey's zero-to-seven defeat was confirmed.

Delta approached, laughing, and wrapped her hands around Zoey's waist. "Aw, come on. It's not your fault you're bad. Well, I mean, it kind of is, but that's okay."

Huffing, Zoey said, "What happened to letting me win a few? I thought you were trying to get lucky?"

"Eh, I've got the feeling I'll be getting some no matter what, tonight. See, that's why you have to be less obvious—keep me on my toes."

Zoey gave her a sour expression, which only prompted another laugh from Delta. The foxgirl really did seem to enjoy trash talking, and Zoey wasn't mad at her, exactly, but admittedly she was getting a bit frustrated at her repeated losses.

"You know, you'd have more of a challenge with Rosalie," Zoey said. "I'm the wrong person to face off in skill games."

"I'd have too much of a challenge," Delta said. "That girl's a freak." She smirked. "In more ways than one, as we've both learned." Continuing to chuckle, Delta plastered kisses up and down Zoey's neck and collarbone. "Aw, c'mon. Don't be mad. You're just really, really bad at this game. It's not that big of a deal, I promise."

It was hard to stay mad at Delta while having her face held and kisses peppered up and down her, even when Delta's playfulness was bordering on aggressive.

"I think I've figured it out," Zoey said.

"Hm?"

"Why you do this."

"This?"

"You've beat me about fifty times in a row, but you're as excited each time. Why?"

"Because winning is fun?"

"Because," Zoey said, "you like being on top."

Delta paused. "I mean, yeah. You're not wrong. Who doesn't?"

Zoey grabbed the foxgirl's hips, then spun her sideways, pinning her into the air hockey table and forcing her to lean back as Zoey loomed over her.

"And I don't mind that," Zoey said. "But I think I should clear something up about tonight."

"Oh?" Delta's response came, but in a totally different tone from before.

"I'm on top, this time," Zoey murmured, leaning close to her. "When I take you back and fuck you, you're the bottom. You can have all of this," Zoey waved around at the arcade, "but when we get back, you're my subby little slut for the night. Understand?"

For a moment, Delta only looked up at Zoey with wide eyes. "Wow," she said. "I really did get to you. Where did all this come from? You're that defensive about air hockey, are you?"

Zoey laughed. She kissed Delta. "I just want my own turn." Zoey's hands wandered up Delta's hips and onto the sides of her chest—then inward, cupping her tits over her clothing and squeezing. "I haven't had a chance to pin you down. To have you begging. And that's what I want tonight." Zoey bit gently, tugging back on Delta's lower lip. "Let me rephrase, actually. It's not what I want, but what I'll have. You don't have a choice in the matter."