Lewd Ascent - A Futa LitRPG Ch. 096-105

"But you're fine?"

"For now," Mel said. "It's almost like she's targeting less important parts. But it's still messing with my balance. I'm a delicate creation." Mel groaned. "A delicate creation that really wants you to go faster. Stop teasing!" She emphasized with another jerk of her hips, slapping her ass into Zoey's pelvis and burying her cock deep.

Zoey obliged, but not entirely. She picked up the pace, leaning up and grabbing Mel's ass with both hands as she thrust slowly in and out. "What can I do? If I come to you, is there any way I can help?"

"I think so," Mel said. "She's interested in the lewder parts of my shard. The parts where your influence lingers."

"My influence?"

"The carnal energies you brought."

Zoey digested that. It was hard to think critically with Mel's slimy asshole squeezing her cock, and the eager girl squirming beneath her and moaning.

She already knew her presence changed shards, but she'd thought that was just how shards worked. It sounded like her essence—almost certainly Ephy's, to be more accurate—modified them in ways not typical to how they functioned. Though maybe that was obvious in retrospect. Rosalie and Delta had never heard of anything like the shards they had entered.

"Why?" Zoey asked.

"Why what?"

"Is she interested in the lewder parts?"

"Who wouldn't be?" Mel moaned. "But it's not just because it's fun. It's more potent."

"Potent?"

"Your class. The weight behind it. Hey, flip me around." Mel twisted, and Zoey adjusted to help her. Shortly, the slimegirl was laid out, facing upward, with Zoey's cock still buried in her asshole. Mel rubbed at her pussy as Zoey gripped her thighs and pushed in and out in gentle thrusts. "Gods," Mel groaned. "I love your cock so much. I've been thinking about it since you left. I'm so addicted."

Zoey blushed. Said with such a genuine tone, it was a compromising statement.

"Watch this," Mel said, leaning forward and gripping Zoey's shaft. "Time to ... swap." She pulled upward, and Zoey groaned at the sudden pressure. She watched as her cock popped into Mel's pussy, taking a shortcut. Mel had pulled her from one hole to another, straight through her goo-like body. Now, Zoey's cock was pressed in by tight pussy walls.

The pleasure, and eroticism of the sight, eroded her defenses. Zoey grunted as she pushed Mel down and readjusted—then started pumping earnestly. Mel tugged Zoey in and kissed her, and Zoey basked in her fresh, citrusy taste. Her body bounced as Zoey's hips slammed into her.

Gasping, Zoey pulled back, but only after indulging in Mel's saliva for several long moments.

"You're distracting us," Zoey forced out. She didn't stop pumping into Mel's pussy, but she did corral her thoughts back. "We might not have much time. You need me to come help?"

"There's nothing I can do alone," Mel said. Begging goo-eyes met her own, and Zoey didn't think she was pleading for help, but Zoey's sticky load. This slime was a complete succubus. "I think you can bait her out, somehow. She's interested in your aspect, because of its potency. That was my point. So if you come in person, we can do something. Though I'm not entirely sure what. I'll plan. How long will it take?"

"At least a day," Zoey said. "Maybe more? I'm not sure. Rosalie would know." She'd been the one to find Mel's shard naturally; Zoey had been transported there by Ephy. "Will you be fine?"

"I can survive a day or two," Mel said. "But I might be on the fritz, by then. She's messing with delicate systems. Ones I don't fully understand."

"I'll come as fast as I can."

"As thanks," Mel gasped, "I'll let you do that really gross thing you wanted, our first meeting."

"Gross thing?"

"Having it inside my head is really weird," Mel said, "but for you, I'll make an exception."

"I-I never asked for that."

"You thought it," Mel said. "And, gods, when it comes to this cock, I'll let you put it anywhere." Her body started to shake. "Fuck. I'm close. Cum with me? Fill me up."

Zoey adjusted, getting into a kneeling position, lifting Mel's lower half with her, so that Mel's head was on the floor but her hips still met Zoey's in the air. Zoey pumped desperately, watching her cock slide in and out of her translucent gelatin body. Mel felt so different from other girls. In an amazing way.

Zoey shuddered. "Here I come." Her partner was already shaking in her grip, squeezing her tits as orgasm wracked her. Zoey moaned and slapped one last time into her, cock convulsing.

Hot white strands spurted into Mel's stomach, filling up the green goo and floating there, suspended. The bizarre sight worked out Zoey's load, and by the time she was done, a nearly comical amount of white strings mixed around Mel's gooey interior.

"So amazing ..." Mel said, slumping down in exhaustion. "Can't wait until you're here in person. We'll have so much fun."

The dream fuzzed, and Zoey—even through her post-orgasm exhaustion—looked around, alarmed. She hadn't know the dream would end when she came.

"Maybe you can share me with that cute blonde of yours," Mel said. "I can't believe she wanted to fight the boring way, the first time. Make sure you convince her." She sighed contentedly. "Bye, now ... and make sure you hurry. If I die, it means I can't have that amazing cock of yours again. I'll be so upset."

Zoey would have replied, but the dream darkened, then went black.

4.30 - ❤ Working It Out

Rosalie swung open their room's front door, rolling her shoulders as she walked in, working out sore muscles. Today had been a good day. She'd made progress with her newest skill, and had driven herself into the ground—her entire body ached in that comfortable, if painful, way of a training session properly seen through.

She noted Zoey's shoes set aside at the doorway, then frowned, because she hadn't called out to greet Rosalie, as she usually would've.

"Zoey? I'm back."

She tossed her room key back into her inventory, eying how Zoey had left hers out on the hallway side table. It wasn't unusual to not use your inventory for everything, since in many public spaces, doing so was banned—to prevent theft, primarily—and habits built before receiving one's class could be difficult to kick, but Zoey especially seemed to disregard her inventory to an unusual level. It was far from the oddest habit of hers, but Rosalie still noted it.

Walking into the bedroom, frown deepening at the continued lack of response, Rosalie discovered the reason why. She froze at the sight awaiting her. Not that she should have. Considering her perverted girlfriend—girlfriend? When would that word stop making her flush?—the position she found Zoey in shouldn't have made her pause. It was downright expected, even.

Laying across the bed, head propped up on a pillow, but fully dressed and on top of the covers, Zoey snoozed. That wasn't the surprising part. It was the outrageous bulge in her pants, and the way she squirmed side to side, mumbling in unmistakable noises of pleasure. Her face was red; whatever dream she was experiencing, she was having fun with it.

Rosalie's own cheeks heated at the sight, and something in her stomach clenched, heart rate picking up.

Something was odd about this, though. Taking a mid-day nap? That wasn't something Zoey usually did. And ... that paper on the night stand. A note?

Walking over, Rosalie picked up the paper and scanned it.

Ah.

Testing that dream potion she'd made. Well, it was clearly working. Specifically, in the way Zoey had expected it to. An indulgent fantasy, not a mundane one.

Rosalie huffed, flicking the paper back on the nightstand. She crossed her arms and glared at the dark-haired woman laid across their bed. How could a single person be so insatiable? If she'd asked, Rosalie could have taken care of her. And that way, her own pesky urges could've been solved. Pesky urges which were decidedly produced by Zoey. Rosalie hadn't had nearly as many problems managing her libido before Zoey had entered her life.

"Ridiculous," Rosalie said firmly.

At the lack of response, Rosalie glared harder. Then, shaking her head, she uncrossed her arms and sat on the edge of the bed.

She observed Zoey closer. Her girlfriend was really having a fun time. Her breath came fast and shallow, and her hips squirmed side to side. Slowly, and only in muted motions, being firmly asleep, but still noticeable. The sight had Rosalie's face burning.

Her girlfriend was having a wet dream. What, specifically, was she doing? Or who?

And how asleep was she? Rosalie pursed her lips. She got the feeling that potion-induced unconsciousness wouldn't be as easy to stir her from as its natural counterpart.

Rosalie poked Zoey's ankle. Seated on the end of the bed, it was the part closest to her. Zoey didn't react. She continued making breathless noises and wiggling.

Rosalie eyed the bulge. It strained against her pants, lifting them a ridiculous distance. With its size, it couldn't even stick straight up; it poked down toward her knee, bending fabric upward in a tent.

"Disgusting," Rosalie said.

She scooted up the bed.

A dark spot gathered near the tip, her girlfriend's precum dampening the fabric. Zoey's shaft made a clear outline in her pants, and so did the ridges of her cock tip. Everything about Zoey was so excessive. Her cock, her output ... and the even grosser parts, too. The nauseating compliments and how she doted over Rosalie, always putting her first.

"Obscene," Rosalie declared, poking Zoey's tip through her pants. "You realize if you finish, you're drenching our bed? Of course you don't." She huffed. "No foresight. You should've put a towel down."

Rosalie's heart skipped at the idea. Zoey, finishing in her pants. Emptying that ridiculous sticky load of hers straight into her clothing.

Why did that excite her?

Why did Rosalie want to watch it happen?

"You are so gross," Rosalie growled, and this time, she wasn't sure which of them she directed it at.

For a while longer, she alternated between glaring at Zoey's face and her cock. Then she sighed, and scooted closer.

"That can't be comfortable," she mumbled. Blushing, she placed a hand on Zoey's shaft. It pulsed heat into her hand, even through the fabric. Zoey let out a little moan, and Rosalie jumped. But Zoey didn't wake. For all Rosalie knew, she'd been reacting to whatever happened in her dream. She was well and truly out; even Rosalie's hand hadn't stirred her.

"Let's get you situated."

With some finagling, she had Zoey's cock not sticking so uncomfortably up, straining into her pants. Still hard, it kept struggling against its confines, but now pointed more down toward her knee, a less cramped position.

"Take this, too."

She pulled out a towel from her inventory, then situated it beneath Zoey's leg. Then, thinking about it for a second, she pulled out a second, folded it, and added it to the first. When that oversized thing finally erupted, it would make a horrendous mess. Rosalie knew that first hand. Even two folded towels and Zoey's pants might not soak it all up.

For a while, she watched her girlfriend squirm, a new darkspot appearing near Zoey's knee as precum dribbled from the stimulated member.

"I guess I should help you along, too," Rosalie suddenly said. She blushed and looked around the room, but she was obviously alone. "Because you need some physical help. It's my duty as your girlfriend."

And not because she wanted to see Zoey empty herself into her pants.

That really shouldn't excite her.

And it didn't. She was just fulfilling her role as this gross woman's girlfriend.

So there.

She placed a hand on Zoey's cock, savoring the pulsing heat against her hand, and the way it twitched. Rosalie moaned as her other hand rubbed a tight circle against her core. She froze, then glared down at the invader in her pants.

She'd started rubbing herself without even meaning to.

"This is your fault," Rosalie accused. "Two weeks ago, I wasn't half as needy."

Zoey squirmed, eyes closed, oblivious to Rosalie's chiding.

Face burning, Rosalie climbed on top of her girlfriend's leg. Zoey's cock burned against her pussy, even through many layers of clothing, and provided a wonderful pressure against her core. She wiggled Zoey's cock better into position, so it laid flat against her leg, then, with it in place, perched on top of the edge of the shaft.

Dry humping Zoey's cock while she was sleeping. Trying to make her cum in her pants. While getting herself off at the same time.

Just ... her duty as a girlfriend.

Rosalie sighed, shivering, as she rubbed herself up and down Zoey's thick cock. She made long strokes. Obviously, with both of them fully clothed, it wasn't as physically stimulating as some of their encounters, but it was still amazing. The pervertedness of the act made up the difference. Rosalie was panting and shaking in less than a minute. She watched the dark stain growing bit by bit near the tip of Zoey's cock, fascinated and anticipatory.

She glanced over her shoulder, back at Zoey, who still hadn't woken. Even humping her cock, she stayed firmly asleep. Almost impressive.

And by how her moans had grown louder, she was getting close.

"Go ahead," Rosalie murmured, her own hips picking up speed. "Let go. Finish in your pants, you little pervert." She scooted higher up, rubbing her pussy into Zoey's cock tip. "I'll even help you," she groaned. "You can get my shorts all sticky and gross, too. Coat us. I want your hot cum rubbing into my pussy. Please?"

As if obliging her, Zoey started panting in quick little gasps, hips wiggling, providing more pressure against her pussy. Rosalie felt Zoey's cock swell. She rubbed even more frantically, head dizzy with excitement.

"Come on. Do it."

Sticky warmth flooded Zoey's pants, and Rosalie looked down between their lower halves, watching Zoey's pants turn dark. With Rosalie's pussy coaxing her cock tip, right against the member she was milking out, the material shot straight into her own shorts and turned them dark, too. Rosalie came apart at the squishy sensation soaking into her panties. Zoey's cum. She was soaking her shorts and panties with her girlfriend's cum, rubbing against her to milk it out.

She fell forward, humping desperately, moaning as her body shook and the sticky warmth spread. So much. Zoey's thick shaft rubbed into her pussy between layers of clothing, urging out the white-hot bliss of orgasm. Behind her, Zoey moaned her own pleasure—still muted, caught in a dream, but louder than before.

When Rosalie's twitching finish left her, she leaned up, panting, and appraised the damage.

As expected, Zoey's pants were a mess. From knee to lower thigh, the entire fabric was dark and sticky with her cum. Rosalie's own shorts were even worse; rubbing herself all over an actively cumming cock had left more of the material in her own shorts than Zoey's pants, probably.

Beyond that, the towel was drenched, the impressive load dribbling down Zoey's knee. Some might have made it all the way to the sheets. Honestly, it wouldn't be the first time. It wasn't like they'd avoided it in the past.

And Zoey was still asleep. Probably for the best.

Rosalie stared disbelievingly down at herself. What was wrong with her? Why had she done that?

Face burning, she climbed off Zoey and scurried to get changed.

That decidedly had never happened. She intended to never speak of it, and with Zoey asleep, the secret would never get out. Thank the heavens for that. Just, why had it been so exciting?

4.31 - The Truth

Zoey woke to an unfortunate mess.

A blonde woman glared at her, arms crossed, blue eyes like daggers.

"I put towels down for you," Rosalie huffed, "but you really like to pump it out, so it only did so much. Do you have any consideration? We've ruined our bedsheets enough as is."

Zoey sat up in bed, blinking in disorientation. She looked down at herself. She'd really made a mess of her pants. She wasn't embarrassed half as easily as Rosalie was, but having a wet dream—and her girlfriend apparently watching it happen—was something that had her face burning.

"Sorry," Zoey said. "Yeah. I guess I didn't think that through." She'd expected what sorts of dreams she'd be getting, so she should have made better preparations.

"Clearly."

"Enjoy the show, at least?"

Rosalie's face turned crimson, and she started sputtering. "What show? You think I watched you?"

She definitely had. That removed some of Zoey's embarrassment, though filling her pants up with cum was ... still awkward. At least her deviant girlfriend had had fun with it.

"I'll, uh, get cleaned," Zoey said. "And then we need to talk."

"Talk?"

"I learned some stuff during my expedition." She shook her head. "I think our vacation's gonna cut short."

That caught Rosalie's attention, for all her blushing and glaring. She sensed the gravity behind Zoey's words. "In your dream?"

For the first time, Zoey paused.

What had happened in the dream world had been real, right? Not actually a dream?

She hadn't imagined all of that?

Zoey supposed it was a non-zero chance she had. At the same time, the consequences of believing that, then the events being real, far outweighed the waste of rushing to Mel's shard and checking on her. Even if fake, Zoey wouldn't be able to rest until she confirmed it for certain.

"In my dream," Zoey said. "Yeah. But I'm pretty sure it wasn't a dream in the usual sense." She stood, awkwardly clutching the towel to her leg as she did. Cum dripped down her leg, and Zoey cursed as she tried to stop it from getting into the carpets. "Why do I have to make so much of a mess?" she growled. "Where does it even come from?"

"That's what I'm saying," Rosalie said simply, seeming, for some reason, vindicated by Zoey's complaints.

She shuffled off to the bathroom, then sighed and dumped the towels. After stripping her pants, she turned on the shower and waited for it to warm. With a wrinkled nose, she looked down at the cum coating her leg. Her pants were probably ruined.

"If you saw I forgot to take my pants off," Zoey said, "couldn't you have done that for me, too? You put towels down."

"So this is my fault?"

Zoey rolled her eyes. "Let me guess. You just wanted to see it happen. Who gets off on watching their girlfriend have a wet dream into her pants?"

The sputtering said Zoey had hit the nail on the head—devastatingly so—not that she'd had any doubt about it.

"Wanna join me?" Zoey asked, stepping into the shower. "But we really do have to talk. So don't seduce me."

"You seduce me," Rosalie growled. "Not that other way around."

"Lies," Zoey said. "You don't get to walk around with a body like that and pretend it's my fault when I touch it. Stop being so fuckable, and I won't."

Rosalie made a noise of protest, but the blush and the way she glanced away showed that she'd enjoyed the crude words. Like usual.

She stripped, and Zoey wrapped her arms around her stomach as she stepped into the shower with her. Hot water poured between them, washing away the mess Zoey had made, and her cock pressed against Rosalie's naked leg. It was, to say the least, tempting to ignore her previous words, but considering the dire circumstances, they really needed to get clean then get going.

Zoey slid a hand down Rosalie's stomach, cupping her pussy and pressing firmly. "Bet you're all worked up, aren't you?" she whispered into her ear. "Maybe we can spare a quick one. Promise to cum fast?"