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

5.52 - ❤ Hands-Free

At the predatory looks that appeared on Zoey and Delta's faces, Rosalie became suddenly fidgety. She righted herself—having still had her face pressed into the sheets—and scooted away. "Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked, covering her breasts up, an instinctive response to try to guard herself. The reaction of prey. It only stoked that urge of Zoey's higher.

"And why is this so intense?" Rosalie groaned, her hips wiggling side to side, sending her cock bouncing. "It didn't feel like this when I was using yours. With the portal."

"You only got some of the sensation," Delta answered. "Or maybe, yours is just more sensitive than most." She looked at Zoey. "And speaking of portal panties, you should put them on. Also, do you have any nullification potions?"

Zoey blinked at both parts of the request. Her eyes flicked to Rosalie, and she had to stamp down on the urge to pounce the girl. She assumed Delta was asking for a reason.

"I do, yeah. They're expensive, though. Why?"

"This is an emergency. There's too many sausages floating around."

The amusing phrasing was—well, very Delta—but Zoey understood her point. This event was for worshiping Rosalie's cock; it should be the only one getting any attention. Not hers or Delta's. Hence, two different solutions.

Zoey tossed Delta the potion she'd asked for. Sabina had given her some; she wasn't skilled enough to make them herself. Nullification potions were decently expensive and kept in stock just by alchemists, since they only removed positive or neutral effects, not negative ones—and so weren't all that useful for most wayfarers, especially for the cost. Normally it would be better to just let the effect expire. But in this case, Delta was right: this was an emergency.

Delta downed the potion while Zoey shuffled on her portal panties, tucking away her unwieldy monster. It would only be a distraction, anyway, considering what Zoey had planned. Having Rosalie squirm on her lap might remove her better judgment, even without her ass rubbing into her cock.

Preparations complete, Zoey didn't waste time. And not just because she was being efficient, but because Zoey couldn't keep her hands off her girlfriend for a second longer. The poor blonde's eyes widened as Zoey approached, and she stammered out a second, "H-Hey. Really. What do you think you're doing?"

She grabbed Rosalie, dragged her onto her lap, and shuffled up the bed until they were leaning against the headboard. Resting her chin on Rosalie's shoulder, she admired the girl's throbbing cock from a new angle. The sight made her head swim.

"You've got a cute little girl cock, Rosie," Zoey murmured into her ear. "It's already twitching. Are you that excited for us to play with it?"

There was some contention in calling it a little girl cock, but the diminutive felt appropriate. Plus, it was still smaller than Zoey's—though admittedly, that was a tall bar to clear. Regardless, the words washed through the panting blonde on her lap, making her shiver in place. Her cock throbbed once, hard, making it sway, and a thick droplet of pre-cum dribbled down her shaft. Zoey had to forcibly stifle the urge to reach out and scoop it up with a finger. To wrap her hands around that thick, meaty length.

But, no touching. Zoey didn't want to give Rosalie the slightest excuse. She would blow her first sticky load without either of them so much as laying a finger on her. And that humiliating event would be with her forever—as Zoey was going to remind the girl before and while it happened.

Delta scooted up, putting her legs over Zoey's and Rosalie's, settling in to enjoy the show. She was happy to let Zoey take the lead, but Zoey knew she'd be working in her own teasing remarks—or maybe more than that. Putting on a show wasn't off the table. The only rule was no touching.