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

5.45/5.46 - ❤ Interlude - Dangerous Ride

Content Advisory: Rougher than most scenes I write. Probably a bit 'problematic'. FYI.

There were a number of smaller guild outposts scattered throughout the city, not just the largest and best-equipped 'main guild' that Zoey and her team stayed at. Lucinda had a room at one such establishment. Sol would have asked why she'd chosen to stay at a smaller one rather than the main hall, since any tidbits would help her puzzle out just who this woman was, but the moment Sol trailed into her room, Lucinda kicked the door closed behind them, and Sol found herself shoved against the wall with Lucinda's mouth on hers.

It was, while an expected advance, shocking in how fast it happened. Lucinda's body was flush against her, the older woman's hands gripping her waist, and her breasts pushing into her own before Sol even realized what was happening—like in the alleyway, though that assault had been under a vastly different context.

The kiss was hungry and dominating, no gentleness to be found in the way the older woman pried her mouth open and forced her tongue in. Hungry, exploring, drinking her.

Sol moaned into the kiss, an automatic reaction more than anything, her brain still catching up. Her eyes closed as Lucinda pushed her harder into the wall. She rubbed into Sol's crotch with a free hand, groping her bulge, and the hard pressure made her groan with excitement. Her hips bucked into the woman's hand, and she grabbed Lucinda's waist and tugged her in tighter, wanting soft curves crushing her own. Her cock swelled rapidly, pulsing with hot blood and stiffening to full, aching hardness within seconds.

Lucinda pulled back, leaving Sol gasping. Her brown eyes stared intensely into Sol's—studying her, a reprieve from the frantic assault. Checking for something. But it didn't last long. Lucinda's lips curled up, having found whatever she'd been looking for. She grabbed the front of Sol's shirt, then tore it off—literally tore it. The fabric ripped as the woman yanked it from her chest, jerking Sol forward with the violent motion. Buttons popped, stitches came apart, and Lucinda tossed the garment aside. Before Sol could even protest her ruined clothing—or, like was becoming a recurring trend, before she had a chance to even fully understand what was happening—her bra came next. The flimsy cloth, again, ripped from her body, tugging Sol forward with the force. Her breasts bounced free, roughly exposed.

Sol couldn't explain why, but excitement thrilled through her at the violent way Lucinda had undressed her. Brown eyes bore into her, predatory. She felt like prey. Small. Helpless to this woman's desires. Why did she like that?

Lucinda cupped her with both hands, groping Sol and massaging her sensitive breasts, sending shudders across her. Lucinda kissed her again, just as hungrily as before, using her knee to force Sol's legs apart and grind against her bulge.

She was ... overwhelmed. The woman's assault was as fierce as it was sudden, and it was all she could do to keep up. Her cock ached in the tight confines of her jeans, throbbing desperately as Lucinda ground her knee against it.

Lucinda pulled back, leaving her gasping. The older woman's eyes roamed Sol's body, staring at her exposed chest, her breasts and stiff nipples, then down to her pants, where her bulge was painfully obvious.

"A pretty little plaything, all to myself," she mused. Her voice had a hardness to it. A predator's excitement. "I wonder how much you can take before I break you."

She grabbed Sol's wrists and pressed them into the wall above her head, pinning her there. Lucinda's body pushed into her own, and she ground herself up and down, brushing Sol's nipples against the stiff fabric of her shirt.

"I like to take what I want," Lucinda said, her voice, for the first time, growing softer—some of the edge fading. But only some of it. "I get carried away. If it's too much, tell me. Okay?"