This Ascent to Divinity is Lewder Than Expected

At the predatory looks that appeared on Zoey and Delta's faces, Rosalie became suddenly fidgety. She righted herself—having still had her face pressed into the sheets—and scooted away. "Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked, covering her breasts up, an instinctive response to try to guard herself. The reaction of prey. It only stoked that urge of Zoey's higher.

"And why is this so intense?" Rosalie groaned, her hips wiggling side to side, sending her cock bouncing. "It didn't feel like this when I was using yours. With the portal."

"You only got some of the sensation," Delta answered. "Or maybe, yours is just more sensitive than most." She looked at Zoey. "And speaking of portal panties, you should put them on. Also, do you have any nullification potions?"

Zoey blinked at both parts of the request. Her eyes flicked to Rosalie, and she had to stamp down on the urge to pounce the girl. She assumed Delta was asking for a reason.

"I do, yeah. They're expensive, though. Why?"

"This is an emergency. There's too many sausages floating around."

The amusing phrasing was—well, very Delta—but Zoey understood her point. This event was for worshiping Rosalie's cock; it should be the only one getting any attention. Not hers or Delta's. Hence, two different solutions.

Zoey tossed Delta the potion she'd asked for. Sabina had given her some; she wasn't skilled enough to make them herself. Nullification potions were decently expensive and kept in stock just by alchemists, since they only removed positive or neutral effects, not negative ones—and so weren't all that useful for most wayfarers, especially for the cost. Normally it would be better to just let the effect expire. But in this case, Delta was right: this was an emergency.

Delta downed the potion while Zoey shuffled on her portal panties, tucking away her unwieldy monster. It would only be a distraction, anyway, considering what Zoey had planned. Having Rosalie squirm on her lap might remove her better judgment, even without her ass rubbing into her cock.

Preparations complete, Zoey didn't waste time. And not just because she was being efficient, but because Zoey couldn't keep her hands off her girlfriend for a second longer. The poor blonde's eyes widened as Zoey approached, and she stammered out a second, "H-Hey. Really. What do you think you're doing?"

She grabbed Rosalie, dragged her onto her lap, and shuffled up the bed until they were leaning against the headboard. Resting her chin on Rosalie's shoulder, she admired the girl's throbbing cock from a new angle. The sight made her head swim.

"You've got a cute little girl cock, Rosie," Zoey murmured into her ear. "It's already twitching. Are you that excited for us to play with it?"

There was some contention in calling it a little girl cock, but the diminutive felt appropriate. Plus, it was still smaller than Zoey's—though admittedly, that was a tall bar to clear. Regardless, the words washed through the panting blonde on her lap, making her shiver in place. Her cock throbbed once, hard, making it sway, and a thick droplet of pre-cum dribbled down her shaft. Zoey had to forcibly stifle the urge to reach out and scoop it up with a finger. To wrap her hands around that thick, meaty length.

But, no touching. Zoey didn't want to give Rosalie the slightest excuse. She would blow her first sticky load without either of them so much as laying a finger on her. And that humiliating event would be with her forever—as Zoey was going to remind the girl before and while it happened.

Delta scooted up, putting her legs over Zoey's and Rosalie's, settling in to enjoy the show. She was happy to let Zoey take the lead, but Zoey knew she'd be working in her own teasing remarks—or maybe more than that. Putting on a show wasn't off the table. The only rule was no touching.

However much Zoey wanted to get her hands on Rosalie's twitching girldick. Staring at it, Zoey briefly second-guessed herself. She could have that thing slapping into her throat right now. Or even better places. But she shook her head clear. There would always be time for that later.

"Seriously," Rosalie stammered. "What are you two doing? Explain yourselves. What's going on?"

Zoey nibbled on Rosalie's ear and wrapped her arms around her stomach, snuggling in. "Well, Rosie," she murmured. "Are you sure you want to know? What we're going to do to that cute little cock of yours? How we're gonna make a big mess of it?"

The blonde panted, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her hips gave a little thrust up, making her cock sway, and she moaned. She didn't manage to get a real response out.

"You see," Delta started, scooting forward with a devious grin on her lips. "Me and Zoey, we're going to milk you. Empty that twitching cock of yours. And how we're going to do it is really, really embarrassing. So are you sure

you want to know?"

Rosalie bit her lip, trying to muffle her moans and whimpers. She trembled on Zoey's lap.

"Well, I'll tell you, then," Zoey murmured into her ear. "Me and my girlfriend here, we're going to ..."

She let the silence hang, savoring the anticipation.

"... we're going to ..."

Rosalie wiggled on her lap.

"Do nothing," Zoey said, laughing once at her. She kissed Rosalie on the neck.

"What?" Rosalie asked, looking over her shoulder. "What does that mean?"

"That we're not going to touch that gross, fat cock of yours. Because," Delta said pointedly, "we don't need to. You're a pathetic, needy girl who can't help but shoot a mess over herself the second someone gives her some attention. So we're going to have you make a huge embarrassment of yourself. Have you cum without laying a single finger on you. That's our plan."

Rosalie's eyes went wider and wider as her jaw worked, trying to come up with an objection. "That's ridiculous," she finally said, weakly. "I'm not— I wouldn't— do you really think—"

"Oh, you will," Zoey laughed into her ear. "You'll make such a mess all over yourself. I mean, look at it. Your pathetic little dick. How it's leaking. Are you close, already? Do you have that little self-control? If I gave just a few pumps, would you blow all over yourself? The moment I touched you?"

Rosalie looked down at herself, staring at her throbbing erection. Even she could see that Zoey and Delta might have a point. Still, she protested for the sake of her dignity.

"N-No. I—I wouldn't," she mumbled. "You two are—don't be ridiculous." Contradicting her limp rejections, her cock twitched, and another fat drop of pre-cum slid down the shaft. It really was leaking at an incredible rate.

"It's so excited just from being looked at," Delta laughed tauntingly. "I think I would die of shame if mine looked like that before someone even started touching it. Don't you have any shame?"

Rosalie panted loudly, her eyes locked to her cock. A part of her did seem to be trying to rein herself in. She swallowed hard, trying to steady her obviously swimming thoughts. But she wasn't having much luck.

"Seriously, you're so embarrassing," Delta said. She grinned wolfishly at the blonde. "In fact, I'm so sure that you don't stand a chance, that if you don't cum in the next few minutes, you can do anything you want to me." She leaned forward. "Anything. At all. Like that earlier bet of ours. And I'll apologize for all the times I've called you a hungry little cockwhore. I'll grovel and say my sorries however you want. That's how confident I am that you're already about to cum."

"I won't," Rosalie muttered. Her voice lacked conviction. Her eyes were locked on her own cock, watching it with a dizzy expression. Zoey couldn't blame her; Zoey was also looking at it dizzily. It was difficult to keep her eyes away from. "I— I won't," Rosalie insisted, a little stronger.

"You sure about that?" Zoey asked. She wrapped a hand gently around Rosalie's neck, gave a light squeeze, then moved upward, fingers onto her chin, gripping her. She dug a thumb into her lips, then tugged her mouth open and slipped in. Rosalie groaned. "But imagine how good it would feel. To blow a hot, sticky load for us," Zoey murmured, dragging her thumb from side to side, feeling Rosalie's tongue move underneath. "Your first ever load, from your new little girl dick. All over yourself. There'd be no coming back from it, you know. Your first is your first. Something that only happens once. And that would be the most pathetic first a girl's ever had. Squirting your gross cock juice all over yourself, when all you had to do was wait? And we'd help you ourselves?"

Delta lay onto her back, spreading her legs for Rosalie. Her hand wandered down, past her stomach, then between her thighs. She rubbed slowly back and forth, teasing at her slit. She sighed in pleasure, wiggling her hips for Rosalie's sake. "I'd let her stick it here, Zoey, if she holds out. She'd get all the relief she wants, if she has he slightest

bit of dignity. Imagine that. Her big, fat, juicy cock sliding into me. Stretching me out. Pumping a big, sticky load of cum right into my slutty little pussy. She just has to wait two more minutes. That's nothing, right? She can hold off for two minutes. Even she isn't that pathetic."

"You aren't, are you?" Zoey murmured into her ear. Rosalie moaned in response. "I can't imagine being such a slut that I couldn't hold it for two minutes, Rosie. I mean, come on, you aren't even being touched. God, it would be so embarrassing if you failed."

"So embarrassing," Delta agreed, dragging her fingers along her entrance. She spread herself wide for Rosalie, then arched her hips forward to give her a better look—which the blonde couldn't tear her eyes away from. Her cock twitched and another fat droplet of pre slid down her shaft. "But I'm sure you're better than that. Even I don't think you're that pathetic."

Rosalie said nothing. The only noises coming from her were breathy, needy moans, muffled by the finger Zoey teased around inside her mouth. Her breathing came rapidly. Her entire body was flushed. Her cock drooled pre-cum. The liquid oozed down her length in long strands. The thick member was twitching nearly violently at this point. Zoey could tell Rosalie was right on the edge.

A part of Zoey was amazed by that. It was really going to happen? Without even being touched?

"Need a little more help?" Delta asked. A dildo appeared in her hands, and she slapped it down on herself. Her hips jumped forward in reaction, and it didn't seem an intentional part of the act. Delta was worked up, too. How couldn't she be? Something about teasing Rosalie drove Zoey wild, and Delta clearly felt the same.

Really, it was Rosalie's own fault. She shouldn't be so cute when getting bullied.

"Watch," Delta said. "I can even pick when it happens. You're so easy, I can decide when you lose. Because right now, you're imagining this is your cock sliding against me." She rubbed the long, see-through dildo against her entrance, parting her lower lips and slicking it with her juices. "And as soon as you stick that thing inside, you're going to cum. Just like that. I'll be so embarrassed for you." She lined the toy up. "Ready, Blondie?"

Zoey sat up with Rosalie, getting them both on her knees. She pushed Rosalie forward until the two of them were between Delta's legs—and Rosalie's cock was hanging over Delta's body, right over her crotch. Rosalie whined, and she started wiggling in Zoey's grip. Losing her demeanor. Starting to slip.

Zoey tugged on Rosalie's hips, pulling her back—lining her cock up so the tip hovered at Delta's entrance, up in the air. Even just imitating Rosalie's imminent entry into Delta, Zoey knew it would be enough. Rosalie might fall apart just kneeling there, at this point. Her cock twitched and throbbed wildly, leaking drops of precum onto Delta. It was impressive she hadn't cum already. She looked ready to go insane, she was trying so hard to hold off.

"Here we go," Delta murmured. "Princess loses her dignity forever. Ready?"

"N-No," Rosalie groaned.

"Three ..."

"I—I won't," Rosalie moaned, struggling in Zoey's arms.

"Two ..."

"No!"

Zoey gripped her chin and forced her to watch Delta's pussy. The dildo lined up at her entrance, mimicking Rosalie's cock.

"One ..." Delta said teasingly, dragging the word out.

Then, Delta slid the dildo in, her back arching as she sheathed the toy. At the same time, Zoey pushed her own hips forward, jerking Rosalie's lower half in a thrust—imitating the blonde plunging into Delta.

The fantasy was enough. Rosalie's hips arched even farther forward, and she cried out. Her cock twitched violently, and after a long, frozen moment, finally, amazingly, Rosalie sprayed her first long, sticky strand of cum. The liquid flew out, painting Delta's stomach in a thick, ropey line.

Rosalie moaned, and her hips started to work like a piston. Zoey held onto her, hugging her waist, marveling at the way the girl's lower half convulsed in awkward, desperate motions. She shot again, and then again, each spurt as long and forceful as the last. Spilling over Delta, splattering her stomach, breasts, face, hair, the liquid going wild as her cock swung around with her frantic motions.

Rosalie whined as she fell apart, her fantasies milking her dry. It went on for a while, and Zoey hugged her through it, pinning her arms to her side, refusing to let her have even an ounce of real, physical stimulation.

Finally, panting, Rosalie slumped in Zoey's arms. Zoey let her fall forward, easing her into Delta, who caught her happily. She cradled the blonde in a hug, grinning up at Zoey. Rosalie's hips jerked forward one more time, sliding her cock against Delta's stomach, enjoying, for the first time, the hot flesh—the actual sensation of something touching her sensitive member. But she didn't continue; the last of her energy went out, and after a weak groan, she went still, sagging into Delta.

Delta blinked.

She patted Rosalie's cheek.

"Oh, shit. She actually passed out." Delta laughed with delight. "That's crazy. Poor girl tried so hard, and just couldn't." She sighed. "Gods, she is just way, way too cute."