Lewd Ascent - A Futa LitRPG Ch. 116-125

Zoey grinned. "Cool." She focused back on Mel, who was diligently keeping her head forward, her own excited smile on her lips. She seemed to be trying to goad Rosalie into eye contact, but the flustered girl couldn't manage it.

"Don't worry if I start acting funny," Mel said. "Getting my brains scrambled means I might not be able to talk, or whatever."

That made Zoey pause, but Mel tilted her head and pointed at her ear, and if she wasn't perturbed, there was no reason for Zoey to be. "Come on. Let's see what you can do. If I can still form words, it means you're not trying hard enough."

Flushing, Zoey shuffled up, trying to ignore—or maybe delighting—in the way violet eyes and blue eyes watched her. Really. This was embarrassing enough without an audience. Especially one that seemed so interested.

She had to widen her stance, and Mel angle her head, to get herself to the proper level. Slowly, she guided her cock tip into the green gelatin of Mel's ear, pushing away long, thick locks of slime-hair to make access. She stared at the sight for a moment, her cock nudging up against a tiny earhole, and wondered if she was really going to do this.

Gripping Mel's forehead and the back of her head with either hand, Zoey pushed her hips forward. She guessed she was.

She met resistance. Even malleable as Mel's body was, this hole simply wasn't meant for entry. Zoey pushed harder. Mel whined as the pressure, and as the restrictive entry started to spread. Zoey sucked in a breath of air as tightness wrapped around her cock tip, Mel's ear slowly opening up. She urged her hips forward and helped push Mel's head into her cock.

Gasping, Zoey's tip popped in. It was so tight. Mel's ear squeezed her cock on all sides, so many times more cramped of a space than her pussy or ass. A shiver wracked her as she stared down at her cocktip floating an inch inside Mel's head. She was inside. Inside Mel's ear. So weird. But also so good?

"Woah," Mel said. "If you weren't so big, this would be so much ... much ..."

Mel's muscles went limp as Zoey pressed forward, her words abruptly cutting off.

"Much ..." Mel slurred.

Zoey slid several inches deeper, getting her cock deep into Mel's head. She was vaguely alarmed at Mel's sudden loss of speech, but she'd been warned of that, and the texture of Mel's ear was almost overwhelmingly pleasurable. She couldn't stop if she wanted to. Panting, Zoey's hips worked back and forth, sliding her member around Mel's brains. There wasn't any blockage—Mel's anatomy was realistic in some ways, but not her head, apparently—but the feeling was still vastly different from anything else Zoey had experienced.

"So," Delta asked. "How's it feel?"

Zoey glanced up at her, and, face red from excitement, couldn't even find it in herself to be ashamed. "Pretty amazing. Kinda ... bumpier than usual. And way tighter." She moaned as she worked into a faster pace. "Hard to describe it, exactly."

"Gonna try going all the way through?"

Zoey paused. She hadn't even considered that, for some reason. She was more than willing to try it out, though.

She pushed her hips forward, sinking her cock toward Mel's other earhole. Pressure once again assaulted her cock tip as she shoved her way through that restrictive opening, and Zoey's cock popped through, back into air.

For a moment, Zoey relished the sight. Penetrating Mel's head all the way through, her cock suspended in green gelatin. Strange, but erotic. Her life in general, these days.

"Now that's something," Delta said admiringly. "Get going. Let's see you stir her up."

Zoey didn't need to be told twice.

She worked into a rhythm. In long strokes, she penetrated inside and out of Mel's head, squelching her way through her tight earhole with each thrust. Gooey insides caressed her cock, and Zoey grunted and panted as she got into it. She adjusted position, gripping Mel even more firmly, who went further and further limp with each stroke stirring around her brains.

Zoey was admittedly a bit worried about how she seemed to be fucking the slimegirl into near unconsciousness, but Mel had warned her, and she couldn't stop if she wanted.

"Come share with me," Zoey grunted. "Let's fill her up together."

Delta, apparently, had been waiting for the request. She shuffled up eagerly, lining her cocktip up. Zoey took a brief second to admire the pale member jutting from between her foxgirl teammate's legs. That sight wouldn't ever get old—but for now, it was even more exciting for its newness.

Zoey watched Delta's face as she pushed into Mel's ear. Her eyebrows pressed down and her eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, a shiver wracking her. An orange foxtail whipped left and right, showcasing how overwhelming the sensation was. Zoey sympathized.

Delta's cock slid into Mel's head, brushing against her own.

The two of them got to work. Their cocks rubbed against each other as they violently stirred Mel's brains around. Grunts, slaps, squelches, and panting filled the air. A limp slimegirl let her head be pumped into from two directions, still conscious, but only barely, and unable to form words or even keep her head up unsupported—Zoey and Delta had to hold it still as they slapped forcefully inside and out.

"C-Close," Delta said. "Same time?"

"Yeah. R-Ready too. Go ahead."

With Delta's cock rubbing against her own, she felt the moment the foxgirl's orgasm hit. Zoey gave in at the same time. The first thick white strings spilled into Mel's head from Delta's orgasm, and Zoey followed a moment later.

The two girls worked their hips slowly back and forth, caressing out two thicks payloads into the slimegirl's ears. Their cum mixed around, tinting the green girl white, strands floating around—and more and more ejecting by the second, the coaxing sensation of Mel's ears working out an even more potent payload than usual.

Finally expended, they pulled out and admired their handiwork. No longer supported, Mel collapsed into the grass, seeming dazed—even vacant-eyed. Honestly, Zoey felt close to how Mel looked; that had taken a lot out of her, too. She'd been squeezed dry.

She knelt down and inspected her, though. The total vacancy in her eyes was concerning, regardless of how she'd been warned. She shook Mel's shoulder. "Mel? All good?"

Fortunately, she received a response quick enough to prevent a panic, because after a violent twitch of her limbs, Mel's eyes started to clear.

"Oh ... oh. Oh!" Mel shook the haze off slowly—or at least part of the haze. She pushed up and rubbed both sides of her head. "Oh, wow. You two really didn't go easy on me, huh?"

Zoey blushed at seeing all the sticky strings floating around inside Mel's head. "Um. Yeah. Couldn't help ourselves. Sorry?"

"Sorry?" Mel almost seemed offended at the word. "It was amazing." She paused. "Even if I can't remember most of it." She shakily stood. "Okay. That favor's payed for. But we're not remotely done."

Zoey hadn't thought they were. Mel wasn't nearly that satiable. This boss fight was far from over.

"You know," Delta said suddenly. "You're always acting like you have cum for brains, but now you really do."

Mel and Zoey paused.

Mel burst out laughing. Zoey shook her head in exasperation.

"Guess I have an excuse, now," Mel said. She stood, then threw herself at Delta, knocking the foxgirl over. Without even time for Delta to respond, the slimegirl had her lips wrapped around Delta's cock. With her ass sticking up in the air and waggling Zoey's way, Zoey could intuit what her job was.

And this event wouldn't be done then, either. Based on the last time Zoey had fought Mel, they still had five or six climaxes to work out. This slimegirl succubus was a definite handful.

4.45 - Return

It took a few more rounds, but Zoey and Delta fucked the slimegirl into submission. The solid, dark-green orb in her chest quickly turned red, then shattered, leaving her a half-formed mess. As the last time Zoey had defeated Mel, her mind was turned into as much of a sludge as her body. Getting fucked to the point of so-called defeat left her unable to move, and only half able to form words.

But in a good way. Mel looked like she'd been left out on a hot day, her sticky body melting into a puddle, but a very satisfied, well-fucked puddle. Honestly, Zoey felt a bit the same.

"Before you go," Mel mumbled. "Take this ... wanted to give it to you..."

Holding out a hand, liquid green goo poured from Mel's hand, separating from the rest of her body. At a gesture from Mel, Zoey crouched down and took the glob of slime, thought was confused by the event.

"It's me," Mel said. "I can't leave my shard, but maybe a part of me can? Don't know," she mumbled, half to herself, her eyes fluttering. "Talking's ... hard. Keep her well fed, okay?"

Zoey blinked as she took the words in. The puddle of goo was Mel? Right now, it was mostly formless, just green liquid. But that would change if she kept it well fed? And change how? As in, turn into a mini-Mel?

"Fed with what?" Zoey asked.

Mel gave her a look that suggested she was stupid.

"Right. Dumb question."

"And come visit in your dreams, here and there," Mel said. "Though I don't sleep much. Might be tricky. Okay ... that's it ..." she sighed contentedly. "Thank you again. Now, taking a nap."

With a last mumble of satisfaction, the goo-girl lost consciousness, her humanoid form almost fully dissolving into slime.

"Huh," Delta said. She crouched down next to Zoey and inspected the puddle of goo in Zoey's hands. "So it'll grow into a second Mel?"

"I guess?" Zoey asked. "I'll have to ask her, once she's less ..."

"Fucked to mindlessness?"

"That."

Rosalie joined Zoey to the left, also crouching down. "Well," she said. "I'm glad we've apparently saved this friend of yours, but we didn't get many answers. And have something watching us, now? Something that eats shards? I feel like we've glossed over that."

"We're not glossing over anything, blondie," Delta said dryly. "We were just a little busy."

Rosalie huffed. "Regardless. What are we doing?"

"Let's get moving, first," Zoey said. "Get our gear back. We need something to hold mini-Mel, too." She tilted her cupped hands and shook them back and forth, watching the thick liquid jiggle. It was highly viscous; it refused to separate or spill between her fingers.

"I assume the chests are still under the lake," Rosalie said. "Is that going to be a problem?"

Zoey frowned, understanding the real question. Would the slime rejoin to the lake, if she brought it in? She doubted it."Think we're fine. Swimming's gonna be hard, though, with my hands full."

"Put it in your inventory?"

"Already tried," Zoey said. "Can't. It's a person, I guess? She's a person?" It was an unexpected event, and Zoey wasn't entirely sure how to talk or feel about it.

Delta said, "Kay, well, I'll tug you along, then. I can swim for two of us."

Rosalie stood. Instinctively, she offered a hand to help Delta up, who, after quirking an eyebrow, accepted it. Hilariously, Rosalie blushed at her casual show of camaraderie, then glared at Delta to make up for it. Zoey found the interaction cuter than she probably ought to.

"To our loot, then," Zoey said.

She couldn't help but glancing to the tree line, searching it, as if expecting to find their mysterious voyeur. Obviously, she didn't.

A short trip through the thick goo of the slime lake, and the squad of three emerged into a familiar loot-chamber, a shimmering black portal situated on the far wall—their exit back out into the Fractures.

After the devastating event of Rosalie and Delta getting dressed, and Zoey no longer getting to steal glances at them whenever she wanted, the three of them restocked their inventories with their gear. Shortly, they were ready to get going. Zoey placed mini-Mel—which was just a pile of formless green goo—into an alchemy-reagent collection jar, then tucked it into a satchel, since it couldn't go into her inventory. She was stuck carrying it around the normal way.

"None of our items are broken, like that remote vibrator is," Zoey commented. "That's good."

Rosalie made a noise of agreement. She'd had the same worry. Who knew what would happen to their items when stored inside a shard that was on the fritz?

"And Mel's gonna be fine, now?" Delta asked. She sounded genuinely concerned for the woman. Though she'd only just met Mel, the slimegirl had, apparently, made an impression. Which was fair, considering how many places she'd let Delta stick that tool of hers—which had disappeared by now—and how enthusiastically.

"As long as our guest follows," Zoey said. Or, hopefully. She was still confused on the details, there. Mel had only given her theories, and exactly what the shard-eater wanted, or what she even was, was up in the air.

"And do we have any guarantees of that?" Delta asked.

"I guess Mel will let me know. I'll check in with her in a dream, like she said."

"Right. You can do that. Pretty useful." Delta paused. "You know, we need to experiment. Wouldn't mind having you visit my dreams. What can we do with it?"

"There's a limit to how much you can change," Zoey said. "The fantasy has to stay mostly to what the target was already in."

"So if we want to do anything crazy, I have to get good at forcing myself to dream whatever I want," Delta said.

Zoey laughed. Of course that was the conclusion she made. "Yeah, I guess."

"Focus, please?" Rosalie asked. With everyone having gathered their gear, and gotten dressed, she gestured for them to step through the portal. "This guest of ours. We need to discuss her."

Zoey briefly considered returning to the surface of the shard and gathering some alchemy reagents, or otherwise exploring, but she thought it was best to get going. Mel needed to recover, and staying in a damaged shard just seemed unwise. Plus, they wanted to bait the shadow-creature out as soon as possible.

They exited the shard without ceremony, and after a briefly disorienting experience, the three girls were dropped into the middle of an arid landscape, sun beating down brightly from above.

"Good, it's not snow," Delta said, squinting at the sudden assault of light—as all of them were. She stretched widely, basking under the sun with a content look, and even after all of the events prior, Zoey couldn't help but sneak an admiring look at the way her shirt lifted up and revealed a hint of abs. Rosalie caught her, but as always, hardly seemed upset, just exasperated.

"But yeah," Delta said. "The guest. Let's see." She cupped her hands to her mouth, then shouted, "Hey! Cum vampire! You hungry yet?"

Rosalie pinched the bridge of her nose, and Zoey just laughed.

"I don't think it'll be that easy," Zoey said.

"That's a no?" Delta shouted into the empty air, ignoring Zoey. She shrugged. "More for me and blondie, I guess."

"Will you please take this seriously?" Rosalie asked. "The world is ending."

"Allegedly," Delta said. "The world is allegedly ending."

"You saw the broken item. And the warnings of Ephythithys? There's surely more of them."

"More cum vampires?" Delta said. "Zoey's really going to have her hands full." She placed a hand above her forehead to make shade, then peered around. "I say we go this way." She pointed at a seemingly random direction.

Or, maybe not random, because Rosalie nodded in agreement and set off. Zoey followed, mentally bracing herself for another long trip through the wilderness.

"Okay, but taking it seriously," Delta said. "We're lacking information big time. Only real way forward, the way I see it, is baiting the vampire out. Having a talk."

"Mel couldn't find a way to talk with her, so how could we?" Rosalie asked. "She had to use Zoey's ... substance ... just to get her to show herself."

"And we have an infinite supply of Zoey-cum," Delta said, not half as hesitant to be crude as Rosalie. "Goddess-certified fresh, always on tap."

Rosalie growled at the ridiculous phrasing, and Delta smirked in return, pleased she'd gotten a rise out of the blonde—not that she ever had problems with that.

"Still don't think it'll be that easy," Zoey said. "Clearly she doesn't want to be seen." She remembered the horrified expression on the woman's face, seeing Zoey and them watching her—at Mel's trick having worked. Then the way she'd vanished into nothingness. "Don't think it'll work the second time around."

"And we're assuming she did follow us," Rosalie pointed out. "That's not guaranteed."

As one, the three of them peered around, seeking out a mysterious follower. Of course, they saw nothing but arid landscape.

"Well," Delta said. "We'll do our best to make her talk. If we can't, we'll look for information some other way." She tilted her head. "You know, maybe those cultists were right. The ones going on about how the Fractures are decaying? Maybe it's this."

Rosalie didn't immediately dismiss the idea, though she seemed doubtful. "Cultists and doom-sayers are as old as time."

"It's some kind of start," Delta said.

"Are you suggesting we volunteer? Join them? A cult?"

"Not necessarily. But check it out. It's the only starting point I can think of."

Rosalie couldn't argue that, though it seemed like she wanted to, merely because Delta had suggested it. Eventually, she nodded.

"It'd be a start," she said.

4.46 - Interlude - Exploration

Sol knew she was being played by that slimegirl, but that did nothing to change the reality of the situation. She couldn't let that walking producer of literally divine energy—the most incredibly potent essence she'd ever tasted—simply walk away and be lost to her. She had no choice but to follow the woman out of the shard and into the Fractures.

And it was for more reasons than just personal interest. The dark-haired woman was proof that her suspicions were correct: that there was, indeed, a second deity interested in this world. More importantly, one that didn't seem interested in abandoning the decaying realm to its fate. The exact details of who and why, she hadn't a clue. But for the good of her people, she needed to investigate. It truly wasn't just her fascination in the party of three; this was as much a practical and selfless mission as anything.

The problem would be meeting Mother's directives. She couldn't reveal herself. Her people's strategy was fairly consistent: gnaw on the edges of a world, weakening it over years or even decades, before swooping in and finishing things off when the world's energy had been greatly dampened.

It wasn't only a tactic to mitigate how many losses they would take in the resulting violence, but sometimes a downright necessity. While Sol's people were far stronger than the average resident of this world, not only were there many times more of them than they, but the strongest of these individuals also seemed to be enormously powerful. These pocket-dimension shards were exceptional at imparting latent energy onto their delvers: the residents of this world could grow strong enough to cause even the elites among the Famished problems. Not Mother, of course, but Mother was bound by the rules of all divinities.

So revealing her people's presence was something that couldn't happen. It was Mother's highest directive.

That said, clearly there were extenuating circumstances. And Sol could keep an eye on these three women without revealing herself—or at least revealing herself in truth. As much as secrecy was needed, so was discovering what was going on with another Prime's involvement.

She would infiltrate their society and report back later.

It was, even she could admit, something of an excuse. She'd wanted to explore more of this society since arriving to this world—a desire she had for any world her people invaded, but especially this one, being so much more interesting than the others.