This Ascent to Divinity is Lewder Than Expected

7.11 – ❤ Trial Run V

"I should've known that the armor with the blue fire would have an affinity toward ice magic," Rosalie mused to Astrid. "If I paid closer attention, I could've noticed that its aura was radiating cold. Hm. And the monsters here are cleverer than I thought. They've been seeing straight through most of my feints. Predictive skills? Maybe just errors on my part. This is my first fourth advancement shard. Do you have any input on what I could improve?"

Astrid grunted. "You aim for the chest too much. Against animated monsters, better to take out limbs. Spear through heart might do nothing, but cutting off limbs? Less dangerous for rest of fight. Guaranteed value."

Rosalie considered that, then inclined her head. "Perhaps. Even constructs tend to take more damage when struck in traditionally vital areas, though. But I see your point."

Casual wayfaring analysis. It was a hell of a backdrop for this.

Zoey sat there and pretended to politely listen to Rosalie and Astrid's conversation even as the illusionist to her side—close enough their shoulders were pressed together—gyrated her body around her cock. Hunched over and rubbing eagerly, the small woman was more than able to give her a thigh job and tit job at the same time. For all Zoey could appreciate a curvy figure like Delta's, there was something to be said for a short and petite girl's figure.

"I must say, your shield has surprising striking potential," Rosalie said. "I've seen swords fail to cut through opponents so easily. It's certainly no mundane piece of metal. A dragon scale? May I inquire how your clan earned it?"

Rosalie had lapsed into her proper-and-prim speech. Zoey personally found the regal, refined words adorable and would have fixated on it more if not for the way a tongue was wiggling against the tip of her cock and claiming the pre-cum there, making Zoey's toes curl in pleasure.

Rosalie and Astrid were oblivious to the way the illusionist sat, stark naked, on the fireplace's brick outcropping, her bare skin hugging Zoey's sizable weapon as she stroked with her whole body to pleasure her. Or at least Astrid was oblivious. Rosalie only partly, since she had to suspect what they were using this break for, even if the illusion hid the details.

Delta patted Maddy's thigh, indicating she wanted to speak under a sound barrier, and Zoey felt the flicker of magic as Maddy called it up.

"Stop being a tease. If you don't stick that thing inside you, I'll do it for you."

"It's—it's called foreplay," Maddy protested.

"We have a few minutes tops." She leaned closer to Maddy. "Skip the foreplay." A grin curled onto her lips. "And do something fun. Something new? It'll give more Lust, probably. Bet you haven't had it in your ass yet, have you? Do that. I wanna watch."

Zoey already knew Delta could swap between dominant and submissive, but it still sent a shudder through her to see her order around Maddy so casually yet firmly. Even Zoey felt a little thrill, hearing the murmured command come from Delta's lips. She wouldn't mind if Delta used that voice on her, more often. Pinning down the foxgirl and making her whine was wonderful, but—variety was the spice of life, wasn't it?

And she guessed Delta's dominant mood was to be expected, when Maddy was their target. Like with Rosalie. Bottoms like those two girls demanded it. If there was an ounce of dominance in a person's soul, seeing a girl like Maddy would draw it out.

"My ass?" Maddy asked, gray eyes wide. "Now? But …"

"That's an order, cutie. Not a request."

A little shiver of pleasure went through Maddy as she closed her eyes. She set the linking plate down on the brick and stood. Astrid and Rosalie didn't glance over. She really was an exceptional illusionist, to be able to fool her peers so easily.

Delta met Zoey's eyes, smirking as she did. 'Look what I did for you. Pay me back, sometime?' the look said.

Zoey inclined her head in acknowledgment—then, to help out, poured some lubricant out and rubbed it in.

Maddy hesitated, biting her lip again as she poised herself over Zoey's cock, reaching behind her to grip the shaft. A hand guided the tip into position. Zoey felt the shudder of pleasure as Maddy's backdoor brushed against her. Her toes curled in anticipation.

There was one more moment of hesitation, and then—Zoey had to fight the groan, not knowing if it would be muffled by Maddy's illusion.

Maddy began to lower herself. The tight hole resisted, and Zoey stifled a noise as her cockhead struggled to push in, Maddy stretching and stretching. Maddy bit her lip, holding down her own groan at the back of her throat as she lowered herself, trying to force herself onto the very sizable—

And then she slid in. Zoey whined in bliss, unable to stop herself, but thankfully Maddy had had the foresight to throw up a sound barrier. Probably, she'd leave it on by default from here on out, unless Zoey had to talk to Astrid.

"Oh w-wow. That's— so big!" Maddy gasped. "So much tighter than, than the other way!"

Despite her gasp of surprise, Maddy kept lowering herself. Bit by bit, taking Zoey into her, her stomach starting to bulge as she got deeper in.

Until Maddy settled down onto the brick fully, sitting with her back arched and her eyes wide, the entire length buried inside her. She squirmed in place, adjusting to the intruder. Zoey couldn't believe how amazing it felt. The squeezing heat around her cock was almost too much to bear. And almost more than that, the image of Maddy's stomach protruding. That was her cock, there, making the soft skin of Maddy's stomach push outward, giving the illusionist's normally flat stomach a nice roundness.

Delta reached out and stroked the bulge. "Look at you," she murmured. "Nice and pregnant with my girlfriend's cock. Now that's something." She shuddered. "Well, go ahead. Fuck yourself. What're you waiting for?"

Maddy spared a wide-eyed look, but her body obeyed without hesitation. She lifted up, and the bulge disappeared—only to reappear as she pushed herself back down.

Up and down. Up and down. Slowly at first, letting herself get used to the immense size spreading her, but picking up pace, a flush filling her cheeks as she bounced on and off Zoey's cock faster and faster.

Ahead, Astrid and Rosalie chatted, occupied with each other.

Except …

Wait. No. They were both looking at Maddy. Something their sub-party of three all recognized at once. Maddy froze with a sudden slap downward, ass on brick, an imprint of Zoey's cock visible through her stomach. Her eyes widened in shock.

"S-Sorry, what was the question?" Maddy asked. "Did you ask me something? I drifted off."

Impressively, Maddy managed to not sound like she had fourteen inches of cock up her ass. Zoey wasn't sure what it looked like from Astrid's perspective. The berserker's brow was only slightly furrowed, suggesting nothing was too odd. But she sensed something, based on her expression.

"You have an environment-based skill," Astrid said, repeating herself. "Your fourth advancement one, no?"

"O-Oh. Yes. I do?"

Zoey tried to imagine what this was like for Maddy. Sitting there with a cock crammed into her, one big enough that her stomach was bulging slightly outward. Trying to have a practical tactics-based conversation with her teammate. Delta was visibly trying to keep a straight face, too, but for a different reason. Amusement. Zoey knew her well enough that she was seconds from bursting into laughter. She guessed it was somewhat funny … if also mortifying. They couldn't be found out, for a number of reasons.

"Is it a long cooldown?" Astrid asked, a hint of impatience creeping in. Zoey didn't blame her. The woman's eyes were still red, deeply in the hold of her fundamental skill—her bloodlust. It was reasonable other emotions would leak in easier, even if she was trying to keep control of herself. Even the mildest of annoyances would be amplified when nearly frothing in rage—which she was, however much Astrid managed to not seem that way. "Or else, why haven't you used yet?"

"Oh! Um! J-Just, there's been no reason to?" Maddy said. "Illusionary terrain, even if you all can see through it, complicates the battlefield. And the fights have been straightforward. Don't fix what doesn't need fixing? Maybe if we were in a higher advancement shard, or at the boss. But I've seen no reason to, yet?"

Astrid considered this, then nodded. "Fair. This shard too easy. Hasn't been pushing us. No clever tactics needed."

Rosalie, more than Astrid, noticed the slight tremor in Maddy's voice, since she had known to expect it—and knew what it meant. For the first time, Rosalie herself tripped over her words as she tried to uphold her half of the plan: keeping Astrid's attention as Zoey and Maddy went about their 'business'.

"A-And you've been finding your bloodlust easy enough to handle?" she asked Astrid, clumsily trying to draw her attention back.

It was a somewhat awkward transition, twice as noticeable because Rosalie had stuttered, something the well-bred royal essentially never did except in matters of—impropriety. A link Astrid didn't know to make, since obviously she barely knew Rosalie.

Again, the berserker paused, sensing that something was off. Maybe Rosalie had been a poor choice to distract Astrid, even if she was the best suited to natural conversation with her. Delta might have been better by sheer dint of being able to ignore a lewd situation, even if it was an invisible one.

Astrid replied to Rosalie, but Zoey was too distracted to pay attention to what she said, since Maddy had risen back up and plopped down with a satisfying smack of her ass onto bricks—and an even more delightful squeeze of her tight hole around her cock. Even more compromising to their cause, Delta's hand snaked around to start rubbing between the illusionist's legs, helping her along. As Maddy bounced away, Delta also became more engaged. Two fingers sank into the girl to draw out a gasp of pleasure, fingering her while the girl used her ass to pleasure Zoey.

Astrid's red eyes wandered over to meet Zoey's, and they narrowed the slightest amount. Yes, she was definitely suspicious—but not too much so, because she glanced away quickly, resuming her talk with Rosalie.

Zoey wondered whether they would make it through this encounter. Certainly, the blue-haired girl bouncing up and down, stomach distending outward as her ass was well and thoroughly filled, had no intention of slowing for the sake of composure.

Zoey tried to keep an innocent and neutral expression, but she wondered whether it would be enough. At least Rosalie kept chattering, and the conversation demanded Astrid's focus to be elsewhere.

"Alright, fuck it," Delta announced abruptly. "Gimme that thing." A familiar harness appeared in her hands, a collection of black leather straps that would mount the linking plate. "I'm taking this into my own hands."

Maddy froze at the top of her next bounce—then, again obeying without hesitation, slid herself off and handed the linking plate over to Delta.