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

5.47 - ❤ A Third I

Rosalie still wasn't accustomed to waking up in another woman's arms. She drifted to consciousness, face buried into Zoey's shoulder, a sweet, familiar scent filling her. Instinctively, she snuggled closer, basking in the moment.

This hadn't been a comfort she had ever expected to indulge in. A not-small part of her felt guilty for doing so. Her life wasn't supposed to be filled with soft touches, lazy mornings, and waking up cradled in another woman's arms. She had been raised as a weapon. A heiress to an empire. The pinnacle of a generation.

Rosalie sighed into Zoey's shoulder, enjoying the closeness of the other woman. For a while, she luxuriated in the warmth of her skin.

The rays of light filtering through the window announced it was well past time to wake, though, and while Rosalie might have given up on resisting Zoey, she would at least not completely forsake her responsibilities. With reluctance, she peeled her eyes open.

Rosalie paused at what she saw.

Of course.

The blanket around Zoey's waist was sticking up like a tent. Rosalie rolled her eyes, half in disapproval, half in amusement. Insatiable didn't begin to describe this woman. How many times yesterday had she been satisfied, and still she had the nerve to want more?

Rosalie's heart fluttered, seeing Zoey's impressive weapon, even obscured by the blankets. Despite how many times she had seen the monster, there was still a part of her that hadn't come to terms with it. How could anyone, considering the thing?

Well, regardless.

How should Rosalie take care of this problem?

The thought came to her, embarrassing in how automatic it was. She didn't need to pleasure Zoey every time she saw her erection. Still, Rosalie reasoned with herself, it was what a diligent girlfriend would do.

There was a problem, though. An inconvenient roadblock. She and Zoey weren't alone. Another woman was sleeping in their bed.

Delta, her long orange hair draped around her in a wild mess, was also snuggled into Zoey, on the other side of her. Rosalie had mixed feelings about that. On a third woman being added to their bed. First, the practical: the Guild accommodations simply weren't that expansive, and three women—or more, if that was what the future held, and Rosalie suspected it did—meant the space would quickly grow crowded. That wouldn't be a problem for long. Her bed back at the palace would be more than up to the task.

Her stomach wrung at the idea. The prospect of returning home. The event wasn't even far away. She needed to talk to Zoey about it. Clear the air. Why hadn't she, already? It would be much worse if Zoey found out on her own. She would think that Rosalie didn't trust her. And that wasn't remotely why Rosalie shied away from the conversation.

Rather, it was ... what? That she was scared things would change? That Zoey would see her differently? Did she believe that? The logical part of her didn't. Zoey didn't even have the full context to appreciate what being a d'Celestin meant. If anything, it was Delta who would receive the news like a punch to the gut. Zoey hadn't grown up in this world, and knowing her, she would just shrug her shoulders at the reveal. Be surprised, maybe, but it wouldn't change anything. Her introduction to this world had been via sponsorship of a deity—being torn through dimensions and her memories suppressed. What was dating hidden royalty, compared to that? Yet, Rosalie was still afraid to tell her. Irrational or not.

Rosalie had a few days left, or perhaps even longer, since the trip to Mantle wouldn't be quick. She could afford to push the event off for a while longer.

But Delta sharing a bed with the two of them didn't just annoy Rosalie because it was growing crowded. Rosalie had mixed feelings on the girl herself, much less being her—her what? What did she call her girlfriend's girlfriend? Certainly, she wasn't Rosalie's girlfriend. A teammate, yes, and a partner in some sense. Not a girlfriend, though.