This Ascent to Divinity is Lewder Than Expected

Though more than happy to receive Mel’s so-called ‘thank-you’s, Zoey needed explanations first. Primarily, about how she’d pawned the … woman? creature? … off on them.

Mel provided her reasoning without deceit. From her perspective, she’d simply assumed Zoey knew that she would be doing so.

Which was fair. Zoey had kind of expected it, and had come to Mel knowing that her problems would become her own, but she hadn’t expected that to be the actual basis of Mel’s plan—for the goal to be literally using Zoey as bait. To the slimegirl’s credit, she seemed embarrassed: she had truly thought Zoey had expected it.

That said, Zoey wasn’t too upset about the situation. Though collecting a shadowy, impossible to detect voyeur—who, apparently, was wearing a gorgeous human form with red eyes and flowing black hair—was the slightest bit disorienting, it was better that she focused on her than Mel. Apparently, by Mel’s appraisal, Zoey wasn’t in actual threat from the creature; she’d simply taken an interest. Mel, however, very much was in danger.

So, an inconvenience to Zoey, versus a lethal threat to Mel. Obviously the former was preferable. Having a voyeur watching her would be weird, but Zoey had also dealt with worse. And she apparently wanted Zoey’s cum, which meant in the following days, she’d be seeking a way to make that happen. What form that encounter would take, Zoey had no idea, but her secret admirer situation shouldn’t last for too long. She hoped.

Besides, being watched was kind of … fun?

A beautiful woman spying on her from the shadows was kind of exciting. Part of Zoey rejected that idea, but her heart rate picked up nonetheless. It was weird, yes, and whether she was in real danger did concern her, despite Mel’s assurance, but all things considered, some kind of pseudo-alien wearing a busty human body being obsessed with her cock wasn’t the worst thing in the world. Objectively speaking.

Though, maybe her partners wouldn’t be so excited about being spied on. Rosalie or Delta. Well, more Rosalie than Delta, obviously. Delta probably found the idea as titillating as Zoey. Regardless, they were in the loop, so if they objected, they could always say so.

Either way, those thoughts went relegated to second priority.

Because Mel was eager to get started.

Her safety secured, the slimegirl wasn’t so much insisting on giving her thanks as demanding it.

“So,” Mel said. “Anything you two want. I’m yours.” She grinned deviously at Zoey, and to Zoey’s embarrassment, Delta turned a similar look her way. “Even in that

“Honestly,” Zoey said, “you sound more excited for this than me.”

“I guess it’s kind of uncomfortable,” Mel said, “but when it’s your cock, I think I’m okay with it. It’ll be fun.”

“If I had a dick, and a girl telling me to stick it in her ear, I’d already be inside,” Delta said loudly. “Maybe I should be the perverted goddess’s champion.”

Zoey gave her an amused look.

“What? Tell me I’m wrong.”

Zoey wasn’t sure she could.

Delta seemed smug at that, then, after a second, pouted.

“It’s so unfair the shard didn’t let me keep the mirror. I want your cock,” Delta complained. She paused, then turned to Mel. “Wait. You’re the boss, and this shard is yours, you said. So don’t you decide all that?”

Mel tilted her head as if she hadn’t considered it. “Huh,” she said. “You know, most of that stuff happens automatically. But maybe I can do something.”

Mel frowned, then held her hands out in front of her. With an expression of deep focus, she channeled some unknowable ability.

A moment later, an ornate mirror popped into her hands.

“Hah! It does work.” Mel shivered. “Though, that felt seriously weird, going against my instincts.”

Delta took the mirror, turning an excited look to Zoey, but at the revelation, Zoey’s focus had gone elsewhere.

“Do it one more time?” Zoey asked. “I have something better than the mirror. My potions?”

Mel frowned, studying her. Her eyes widened as she supernaturally put the pieces together, apparently shuffling through Zoey’s belongings. “Oh. Oh!” She vibrated with excitement. “Yes, please.”

One furrowed brow later, a potion popped into her hands.

Mel squealed in excitement.

“I do get two cocks inside me,” Mel said, wiggling in place. She thrust the potion out toward Delta. “Drink this. Now!”

Delta gaped at the potion.

“I was saving it for later,” Zoey said. “But then all this stuff popped up. Sabina catalyzed it.”

“Holy shit,” Delta said, reverently taking the item from Mel’s hand. “It grows a cock?”

“All that time spent in the lab wasn’t for nothing,” Zoey joked.

“Fuck me,” Delta said. “So we both get to fuck her.” She paused. “In the ear?”

Er—Zoey had imagined a more traditional double-teaming.

“Or we can ease into that,” Delta conceded. “Normal way first.” She rolled her eyes at Zoey. “Seriously. Who’s the priestess of sex, again? You should be the one convincing me.” She locked ravenous eyes to the potion. “This is going to be awesome.”

Zoey agreed, even if she found a blush creeping up on her cheeks at the raw excitement in Delta’s voice. Zoey understood why, though. Getting to share Mel with Delta was … enticing. Honestly, seeing a cock on Delta was an event in its own right. She’d been looking forward to it since Sabina’s discovery.

Truthfully, her initial idea had been to share Delta with Rosalie, but at the same time, getting to toy with Rosalie’s cock by herself would be fun. And Mel was here, eager to be double stuffed, and Zoey would hardly deny her that.

So.

Sharing with Delta.

A great back-up, even if not what she’d planned originally.

Without hesitation, Delta tipped the vial back and drank. She shook the glass to get the last few drops onto her tongue, then swallowed and wiped her mouth. She tossed the empty vial into her inventory, then waited.

The first indicator came through Delta’s shoulders hunching forward, and a violent shiver wracking her body. Her hand sprang down between her legs, cupping herself, and a strange noise escaped her—a definite moan, but whether from pleasure, disorientation, or even pain, Zoey couldn’t tell. Likely a mix of the three.

Delta’s knees squeezed together, and a second hand joined the first as she pressed down on her crotch. “Woah. This is crazy. I-Intense.” She moaned, loudly, then forcibly pulled her hands away and looked down at herself.

Zoey’s eyes widened. Delta’s cock had already started to fill in, and fully at attention from moment one. The three girls watched, amazed, as a proud, feminine dick sprouted between Delta’s legs. It had a curve to it, pointing slightly skyward. A single thick vein ran down its length.

Delta shivered through the whole process, squirming in place, sending the thick shaft bouncing as she did. When the transformation had ran its course, eight to nine inches of girlcock throbbed in rhythmic pulses, already leaking a bead of precum. Worked up. Excited to be used. Waiting to be drained.

Which Mel—and Zoey—were more than happy to get started on.