Lewd Ascent - A Futa LitRPG Ch. 166-175

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.

She shook those thoughts away; they were too confusing.

Regardless, that Zoey had formed an attachment to the aggravating woman was something that produced various emotions inside Rosalie. Not jealousy; Rosalie couldn't care less who Zoey slept around with. More like ... it made Rosalie question Zoey's judgment. Because really, why in the world was she pursuing a romance with the orange-haired irritant? Rosalie would reluctantly admit that she was gorgeous, and, frustratingly, quite good in bed, but still. Rosalie couldn't see the appeal.

Never mind that Rosalie's own stomach was starting to flutter whenever those playful violet eyes turned her way. She was annoying; that was the summation of Rosalie's feelings toward the woman. Any other feelings Rosalie stalwartly stamped down on with even more alacrity than normal, and she was already quite versed in denial.

But, to the original point: her dilemma. Zoey's morning wood. And Delta, cuddled in with them, serving as an enormous roadblock. While Rosalie might have been willing to take care of Zoey's needs if it had just been the two of them, Rosalie couldn't pleasure her girlfriend and have Delta wake up to see the show. The foxgirl would make far too many assumptions about Rosalie's character. That she was the deviant, desperately throwing herself at Zoey whenever she could, rather than simply being an attentive girlfriend. The heavens knew Rosalie had already accidentally provided enough ammunition for the foxgirl to think her some sort of wanton pervert. She had an image to maintain.

Then again, that she was giving so much credence to what the woman thought in the first place annoyed Rosalie. Why should her presence change anything? She found herself irritated at how easily her thoughts were getting mixed up. Delta could, apparently, annoy Rosalie just by existing. Even being asleep didn't save her.

No, she wouldn't have the foxgirl getting into her head. Zoey was Rosalie's girlfriend, and she had needs that had to be attended to. She wouldn't let Delta's presence change that. She could make whatever assumptions she wanted. Why would Rosalie care?

She slipped out of Zoey's embrace, shuffling the blanket down. Zoey was a heavy sleeper, but Delta less so, Rosalie knew. Still, she managed to get the blanket out of the way without waking either.

Leaving Zoey's cock sticking into the air, no longer impeded by pajama pants or blanket.

Heavens. Rosalie couldn't help but be shocked every time she saw the thing. It was ... a lot. In a good way. It made her stomach clench just looking at it.

Sitting to Zoey's side, she wrapped two hands around the enormous member. Neither of her hands could fully close around the thing. She really would never grow accustomed to pleasuring it. Her insides clenched in anticipation—begging Rosalie to dispense with the build-up and simply mount Zoey. Why use her hands and mouth? Why pretend she was doing this for Zoey's sake—attending to her libido—rather than for her own lustful desires?

Rosalie, of course, ignored those traitorous thoughts. They were unbefitting of a Heiress to a Highguild.

She stroked up and down Zoey, marveling at the distance she had to travel. Zoey's body reacted: she stirred, her hips shifting and her breathing changing pace, but she didn't wake. Rosalie knew firsthand it took a lot to wake the woman. It was a trait that Rosalie secretly appreciated.

She leaned forward and licked at the ridge of Zoey's cockhead. A shiver ran through her as her tongue lewdly slid around, lubricating the edge. She moved up, pressing the flat of her tongue against the tip. A salty, thick taste filled her. Her lips closed over the top, and she sucked lightly, drawing pre-cum from the source, swirling her tongue around. Her thoughts started to go fuzzy, like they always did when she got her hands on this thing.

A voice made her jump.

"Now that's a fun way to say good morning," Delta murmured. "Some girls get all the luck."

Rosalie's eyes shot open, and her attention snapped to the woman—whose purple eyes sparkled with amusement, her head still resting on Zoey's rising-and-falling chest. Unsurprisingly, she had woken before Zoey. And it seemed she was trying to keep it that way; she had spoken quietly, in a whisper, even to Rosalie's enhanced senses. Rosalie had almost forgotten about Delta, somehow. Zoey's assets could be a potent distraction, scrubbing away less important thoughts.

"Though, you should spread the love around," Delta continued, her eyes teasing. "I wouldn't mind my own good morning. As my girlfriend's girlfriend, it's the friendly thing to do, isn't it?"

Rosalie eyed the woman distastefully. She contemplated how to respond, before settling on ignoring her. That was usually the best choice when it came to the instigating foxgirl. Rosalie already found herself baited into conversation far more often than she was pleased by; she needed to learn to brush her off.

She returned to working her hands up and down Zoey's cock, her lips and tongue teasing at the tip.

"Wow. Just gonna ignore me? That's hurtful." She paused. "Actually, that's fair. You'd have to get her cock out of your mouth. We both know that's not happening. You've got your priorities straight."

The implication of Rosalie's character was clear. Delta, once again, insinuating she was a pervert. Rosalie pulled off Zoey, eying the annoying woman. "I'm making sure she won't be distracted for her lessons today," she sniffed. "Your accusations are unfounded, as always."

Delta snorted. Rosalie got the feeling her excuse—the truth, she meant—hadn't been convincing.

Delta extracted herself from Zoey's arm, sat up, rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, then shuffled over and joined Rosalie on the other side of Zoey. Zoey mumbled in response, shifting around at another girl leaving her side, but still didn't wake.

"Don't be stingy. We can share, can't we?" She leaned forward and kissed the other side of Zoey's tip. Rosalie, after thinking the proposition over for a moment, reluctantly agreed: Delta was obviously within her rights to also help solve this problem. Rosalie returned to her own post.

Together, they pleasured Zoey with two pairs of lips. It was a rather lewd experience. Her tongue, slipping around a hot cock tip, sliding against Delta's as they sloppily shared their girlfriend's cock. Kissing, in a way, though with Zoey's member in the way.

And Rosalie got the feeling Delta was deliberately trying to get her tongue and lips bumping into Rosalie as often as possible. Rosalie tolerated it. She didn't pull away or scold the woman. It was inevitable that they bumped into each other while handling the sloppy task of pleasuring Zoey.

Rosalie certainly wasn't set on fire by the contact, or, heaven forbid, something even more ridiculous, like having a thrill run through her with the idea that it was Delta she was kissing, and across her girlfriend's cock, no less. She couldn't imagine someone who she wanted to be kissed by less. Her fluttering stomach was purely a reaction stemming from the fact she had Zoey's cock in her mouth. Or perhaps the lewd nature of sharing it with another woman. Nothing more.

Then Zoey's cock jerked to the side, and, with nothing blocking the two of them, Delta's lips pressed into hers. The woman slipped her tongue into Rosalie's mouth. Rosalie, shamefully, responded, but only because she was caught off guard: she kissed back. Even more embarrassingly, Rosalie wasn't the one who pulled away first. Delta did.

"Oops," the foxgirl said. "Sorry. It slipped."

She tugged Zoey's cock back between their mouths, grinning at Rosalie. It had clearly not been an accident.

Rosalie, her face burning and lacking any redeeming response, returned to their sloppy sharing of their girlfriend. She ignored the sparkling purple eyes watching her—and even more so, she ignored the way her stomach squirmed at the sneak attack.

Seriously. What an annoying woman.

5.48 - ❤ A Third II

Lewd noises filled the air as she and Delta quietly took care of Zoey's morning erection. Their tongues lapped around the edges, licking and kissing and teasing their girlfriend's tip. Saliva slicked the shaft, spread around by their efforts, both their hands and lips working away.

Zoey, her face screwed up, was clearly enjoying herself, though she stayed firmly asleep. She shifted around, hips wiggling, moaning softly as her cock was taken care of. Dreaming, undoubtedly. Rosalie wondered about what.

"It's almost impressive," Delta whispered. "I'd say she's faking it, but I don't think she is." A sly look slid onto her lips as she faced Rosalie, which Rosalie didn't trust. "How far do you think we could go? Before she wakes up?"

It was a good question. Rosalie had gotten away with, well, a lot. On more than one occasion she'd gotten her nose firmly pressed into Zoey's pubic bone without the woman stirring to consciousness. Her ability to sleep through anything was genuinely impressive.

Delta came to a decision herself. She pulled away and shuffled up the bed to lean against the headboard. She crossed her arms, the mischievous look concerning Rosalie more by the moment. What did she have planned? Whatever it was, Rosalie didn't trust it.

"Think you could ride her?" Delta asked. "Until she finishes? Could you go that far?"

Rosalie looked down at the cock in her hands. She considered. It was doubtful. Then again, Rosalie really had gotten away with a lot, and Zoey seemed even more firmly asleep than usual.

"Try it," Delta said. "I mean, if you're just 'taking care of your girlfriend's needs', then you should do it right. Work efficiently. Isn't that your whole thing?"

Rosalie eyed the woman. She saw through her machinations. She was trying to goad Rosalie into putting on a show. The perverted woman just wanted to watch Rosalie impale herself on Zoey. The disgusting voyeur.

Except, her body was responding to the suggestion. A heat built in her stomach at the idea of riding Zoey while Delta sat there and watched. The idea, oddly, felt lewder than actually sharing Zoey. Her breathing quickened.

"You have a point," Rosalie conceded. "But I'm not doing it for your sake. I'm not putting on a show."

"Sure. Totally." Grinning, a potion appeared between the foxgirl's fingers, which she waggled at Rosalie. "Don't mind me. I'll be cheering from the sidelines." She downed the potion in a quick motion, then discarded the emptied vial into her inventory.

Rosalie watched as Delta's black panties bulged outward. The fabric, pulled tight, revealed the thick outline of the woman's cock, growing more pronounced by the second. She shivered, trying to act casual as the transformation took place.

"What do you think you're doing?" Rosalie demanded.

"I'm making due. You know, seeing how you get her cock to yourself." She gripped herself through her panties. "Why? This isn't embarrassing you, is it?" She groped herself, playing with the mass crammed into her panties, and Rosalie couldn't tear her eyes away. "You're not lusting after your girlfriend's girlfriend, are you? That'd be obscene, princess. I will tattle on you."

Unbelievable. Rosalie, with effort, tore her eyes away and deliberately put the instigator out of her mind. If the disgusting woman wanted to touch herself while Rosalie took care of her girlfriend, then that was something she would need to tolerate.

Rosalie straddled Zoey's thighs, then appraised the beast in front of her. She pressed it into herself, marveling at how it stuck up nearly between her breasts. Instinctively, she rubbed her lower half into the thick length, letting the heat of Zoey's cock wash through her. It was slippery from her and Delta's liberal coating of saliva. She tingled at the lewd display she was making of herself—because despite her efforts to 'put Delta out of her mind,' she couldn't focus on anything besides how the fox girl was watching her.

Delta took out something else from her inventory, and Rosalie looked over, blinking at what she saw.

A toy. Cylindrical, gooey, and hollow in the center, it took a second for Rosalie to understand. A pocket pussy. Delta had taken out a sex toy to pleasure herself with.

"Are you ... serious?"

"Better than using my hand," Delta replied with a shrug. She waggled the disgusting toy at her, and it jiggled lewdly. Rosalie tore her eyes away.

She lifted her hips, once again determined to ignore the foxgirl, though she knew that resolve never lasted long. She lined herself up to Zoey, apprehensive despite how many times she had already taken the beast. It was just ... so big. It didn't matter how many times she saw it or even felt it inside her: it took coming-to-terms-with every time. Nervousness washed through her, feeling Zoey brush at her entrance. She was about to be stretched out, her stomach bulging obscenely outward. Right in front of Delta.

Gripping Zoey, she rubbed the monster into her, shuddering as its hot mass slid between her lower lips. In her peripheral, she saw Delta rub her own newly-grown weapon into the toy's entrance. Rosalie paused, the timing of the motion tickling some suspicion of hers. She looked over at the foxgirl. Then she wiggled Zoey's cock again, teasing entry into herself. Delta mimicked the motion, wiggling her cock into the entrance of the toy.

Mirroring her.

Rosalie's eyes widened in realization.

"You're not pretending that's me, are you?"

"Of course not," Delta said. "I would never lust after my girlfriend's girlfriend, unlike some people." The smirk rather gave it away. Delta wasn't trying to be convincing.

Rosalie lowered herself just a half inch, slowly spreading herself open, and only barely managed to repress the moan that came with it. She was still trying not to wake Zoey. She stared at Delta, transfixed by the toy hovering at her tip, waiting to see what she would do.

Delta lowered the toy onto herself, slipping her cock just a half-inch in. Again, mirroring Rosalie's movement. She let out a shuddering breath, her eyes locked to Rosalie's.

She was. She was pretending that the disgusting toy was her. That her gross, fat cock was violating her pussy. Stretching her out. Its hot, twitching length cramming her sensitive walls, making her whimper and moan.

She couldn't believe the audacity. That the woman had the gall to fantasize right in front of her. As if she would ever let Delta stick that disgusting, thick, hot, veiny, throbbing, twitching—

Rosalie's hips fell.

She moaned as Zoey's enormous cock filled her up, stretching her, rubbing against her deepest spots in that way only Zoey could. She was stuffed so full, in an instant, enough to turn her thoughts white. Delta mimicked the motion: she plunged down into her toy, groaning—unable to keep quiet—as she claimed her toy. As she claimed Rosalie's pussy. That was what she was imagining. Their eyes stayed locked, Rosalie unable to turn away. Delta was the one clearly fantasizing over the situation, but somehow, Rosalie couldn't help but feel like she was the one whose thoughts were running wild.

Not that she would ever let Delta stick that thing inside her. The idea was ludicrous.

Well, maybe if Zoey asked.

But only because she was a good girlfriend. If Zoey wanted to share her with this annoying woman, she guessed she would tolerate the experience. For Zoey's sake.

She started bouncing. She couldn't really help it. Delta's original challenge had been for her to bring Zoey to climax without waking her, but Rosalie's needs forcibly took priority. She rode the other girl, eyes flicking between Zoey and Delta. Her girlfriend who was actually fucking her, and the woman who was pretending. Pretending, as she thrust into the toy, that she was the one making Rosalie bounce on her lap.