This Ascent to Divinity is Lewder Than Expected

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"Wow." Zoey felt tingly all over from how intense her orgasm had been. Her insides were still sorely satisfied from being stuffed full of cock—regardless that she was back in her own body. Like the previous swap, her internal sensations and status had carried over.

"Wow, indeed," Delta said amusedly. "You two had fun, didn’t you?”

Zoey cleared her throat, remembering the things she’d said to Rosalie—playing off the fact it was Delta’s body she’d been using to fuck Rosalie.

Delta didn’t seem to mind. She continued without even mentioning it. “I almost feel bad. You've got like three more left, minimum. Will that thing even still work?"

It's a gift from the goddess of eroticism. So yeah, probably. Every day that passed, Zoey was finding herself able to go longer and harder than before; Mel's thorough, many-orgasm session had done especially well to condition her. And the stamina potion had helped, too.

"Gimme like, a minute," Zoey said. "Fuck, that was good, Rosie." She patted Rosalie’s stomach—which was Delta’s stomach, now—to emphasize the statement.

Rosalie made some incoherent mumbling next to her that, presumably, meant she agreed. Zoey's first orgasm with a cock had been pretty intense, too, so she sympathized with Rosalie's brief inability to function.

Delta crawled over on all fours onto Zoey's lap. She straddled up to Zoey, rubbing Zoey’s only half-softened cock against her dripping wet sex.

"Hold on," Zoey said, elbowing up. “Starting already? I said give me a second.”

"I'm not going, don't worry," Delta said. "Just acquainting myself." Her hand rubbed up and down Zoey's length, quickly bringing the insatiable thing back to life.

"We should—um. Let's only use our hands and mouths?"

Delta paused her stroking. "Huh?"

Zoey glanced sideways, at a still half-way disabled Rosalie. Then back to Delta. 

"I, um." Her voice dropped to a low whisper, trying to let only Delta hear her. "Me and Rosalie haven't ... and I kind of want to ..."

Delta picked up what she was saying without Zoey spelling it out. Again, for all she was reckless and spoke without thinking, she had a good intuition for people.

Her eyebrows did go up, though. Delta had made several allusions to the fact she thought the two of them were sleeping together ... and while they were, they hadn't actually gone all the way, yet.

Hence Zoey’s request. Even if it was Delta in Rosalie's body, Zoey wanted her first time being inside Rosalie—inside in the most traditional sense—to be … y’know, with Rosalie actually in her own body.

"Sure," Delta said. "But when I'm in your body, I want to go inside. I only get a cock once. That's fine?"

Zoey paused. “I’ll just have to go with Rosalie again, then me and you can do it with our own bodies, but swapped.”

"You're gonna make me fuck myself?" Delta asked amusedly. "Actually—you know, that sounds pretty awesome. So that works with me."

Rosalie tuned in, having recovered from her brief post-orgasm fugue. "Pardon? What’s happening?"

"Zoey wants your virginity," Delta replied breezily. "She doesn't want me in her body, fucking your pussy, or fucking yours, right now—even if everything's swapped up. So we’re working out the logistics."

Can’t she be the smallest bit tactful?

Zoey sputtered, not having a clue how to explain the situation—and so did Rosalie, blushing.

But, Zoey noted, Rosalie didn't protest the reasoning.

She was spared from needing to address it, at least, by Delta moving things along, apparently becoming impatient. Or maybe purposefully sparing them. Delta shuffled around, spinning a hundred eighty degrees, so her back was faced to Zoey. She shuffled down her body, and Delta's pussy (Rosalie’s) was suddenly in her face. A second later, a warm mouth wrapped around her cock.

Huh. Pretty easy way to sync things up. Good choice.

Zoey pulled Delta's lower body in and sank her tongue into Delta's depths. A moan ripped across Zoey's cock, extracted from Delta by Zoey's skilled tongue.

Delta's efforts were skilled, too. Wet, sucking sounds bounced around the room as she swallowed Zoey's length and worked her mouth up and down.

Delta’s efforts weren't to her own satisfaction, though, because Delta grabbed hold of both of Zoey's thighs, using them for leverage to push herself further down. It was Zoey's turn to moan into Delta—which she apparently liked, based on how her hips squirmed back and forth, dragging her wet heat across Zoey's mouth.

Several wet, desperate minutes later, and some brief coordination, Zoey's hips were bucking in and out of Delta's throat as she vigilantly curled her tongue into Delta's pussy. They shook against each other as they came at the same time. While not as explosive as her encounter with Rosalie, it still had Zoey's vision whiting out—then, a few moments later, she woke up with her own cock crammed in her throat.

***

Delta watched Zoey—Rosalie? Gods, keeping things straight was getting kind of hilarious—roll off her body, choking as more than a foot of girlmeat slid from her throat.

The sensation—a tight throat sliding up and off Delta's cock—was a pretty auspicious start to her first experience with a cock.

My cock. Shit, that thing’s mine, now.

I'm seriously going to have to make it up to her. Zoey hadn't needed to fit in Delta's request, especially considering they were ostensibly in the middle of a boss fight, but she had, even against her girlfriend's protests. And sure, Delta had all but begged, because she really wanted to know what this thing was like, but it was still a favor. And Delta preferred to see favors repaid—to see the balance book settled.

While Zoey went about coughing—a common theme Delta was finding out to taking this absurd monster into one's throat—she inspected the impressive addition to her biology.

There was plenty to ogle on Zoey's body—more to ogle than to not—but Delta had eyes for one thing. The thick, veiny, towering slab of meat alight with nerve endings. It throbbed at full mast, not remotely put-out by its previous five or six emptyings. Then again, maybe that was because of Delta's own arousal. Even looking down at the thing attached between her legs had Delta's heart galloping. Of course it wasn’t softening.

She reached down and wrapped her hand around it. It twitched at the attention, and she gasped as it pulsed in her hands. Her head swam.

This is so awesome.

How the hell had Zoey gotten so lucky to have this thing permanently? Delta only got it briefly ... for this shard, and probably never again.

That so wasn't fair.

She gave the thing a good pumping, and her hips bucked into her hand—the animal reaction had come entirely from how pleasurable the stroke had been.

"Damn," Delta said, wincing. "This thing's sensitive." Some of Zoey's behavior was starting to make sense. Delta was pretty used to keeping her libido in check—or at least working around it—but this thing was driving her thoughts wild. Though, some of that certainly had to do with how excited she was to use it. To feel Zoey's tight pussy clamped down on—

She cleared her throat. Down, girl. Zoey still had to swap with Rosalie—to get Delta's body—before Delta got to have any real fun. She shouldn’t let herself get too worked up before then.

'Fun'. The fun being, of course, Delta fucking herself. That was going to be ... pretty awesome. Maybe some people would be put off by the oddness, but Delta, certainly not. It was a double-win: she both got to experience the sensation of having a cock, and she got to feel out what her own insides felt, wrapped around it.

A triple-win, actually. She got to fuck Zoey, too. Delta had a pretty casual relationship with sex, but that didn’t mean the idea of a first-time with a girl as hot as Zoey didn’t do anything for her.

They can't get this done with fast enough.

"Get it going, lovebirds," Delta said, gesturing at Rosalie—telling Zoey to hurry up. "Daylight's burning."

Zoey and Rosalie shared a look, then a blush, which Delta found kind of hilarious. The earlier reveal—that Zoey hadn't actually been inside Rosalie—had caught her off guard. Sure, Zoey had claimed such, but Delta honestly hadn’t believed her. But by the request—Zoey wanting to save Rosalie’s first time for herself—Delta did, now.

By how the two acted, she'd have figured they'd been all over each other. And they definitely had to some degree, just not in that way, apparently.

And now that she thought about it, they hadn't even kissed, not with Delta around. For all their attraction to each other was obvious to her, it seemed like they were still in the fumbling-about stages. It was pretty cute, if Delta were being honest. 

Delta propped herself up against the headboard of the bed and watched Zoey get to work on the haughty old blood. Like usual, watching the stiff woman melt under intimacy was enjoyable to watch.

Though, how couldn’t Rosalie come apart under Zoey’s efforts? As Delta had just experienced, Zoey knew what she was doing. That tongue had done wicked things to her. She could hardly blame Rosalie.

While she enjoyed the show, Delta acquainted herself to the thing between her legs.

Okay, girl. Let's see what you're made of. She'd given it a few strokes already, but she hadn't explored it remotely to the lengths she wanted to.

First, she tried to get a sense of how big it was. Massive was the obvious descriptor—but exactly how big? She lined a hand up, placing the base of her palm into her crotch. Her middle finger reached almost exactly the halfway point. Moving her hand up again, she confirmed: about two Zoey hand lengths. And Zoey was pretty tall, so—Maker, a huge fucking cock. 

I could totally reach it with my mouth. And seeing how she only had this one opportunity...

Delta glanced sideways at Rosalie and Zoey. The two were rather occupied, with both their faces stuffed between each other's legs, in a similar position Delta and Zoey had been in a second ago.

And what would Delta care if they watched this horribly degenerate thing she was about to do, anyway? She shrugged. Fuck it. I'm sure Zoey's done it, too.

She shuffled herself into a better position, then, gripping her own thighs, helped push her lower half closer to her face.

A giant cock pressed into her lips. Pre-cum leaked from it, coating her with the slippery stuff. Delta's heart slammed in her chest, and her face blazed. I'm really going to do this? Despite her previous quick decision, she hesitated. 

Fuck it.

Delta let her lips part, and she pushed her head forward. Her mouth wrapped around a radiating heat, filling up with throbbing cock—her own cock.

I have my own cock in my mouth.

She sucked and ran a tongue around it, pleasuring herself with wet, sloppy kisses. She groaned at the sensation, and the groan—the vibrating noise pressed against her sensitive head—thrilled through her.

I have my own fucking cock in my mouth.

Best day ever.

The vestiges of her hesitation fell away. Delta gripped her own ass and pressed herself down, getting her cock deeper into her mouth, until it was pressing against the back of her throat. She sucked and bobbed, shooting electricity along the shaft as she worked it over. It felt too good. Delta couldn't help herself; she needed more. She opened wide and shoved herself down, taking it inside her throat. She choked as it stretched her neck muscles out of place, distending her open.

This is ... so fucking awesome, she internally moaned. My throat feels so good. Her throat. Her own throat. She bobbed and thrusted with the aid of her hands shoving her lower body into her face. It was an awkward position, and undoubtedly degenerate if someone were to look at her, but she didn't care. The slippery pleasuring of her throat was erasing her thoughts. She drowned in pleasure. Fuck. I'm going to cum into my own mouth. The realization only had Delta bucking her hips faster and faster, the need coursing through her so intensely she thought she might melt.

Her climax surged through her, arriving all at once. She groaned, but continued to thrust her cock into and out of her throat, bringing herself to a burning crescendo. Her cock clenched, and a hot spurt of girl jizz ejected into her.

She felt the heat streak down her throat, and she swallowed it down, the taste of her own essence filling her mouth. Her orgasm wracked through her violently. Her stomach and cock clenched and unclenched as she filled herself with her own cum, stuffing her tummy with hot seed.

More ... fuck, give me more. She only wished she could get further down. Delta was flexible, but she couldn't bury herself all the way. Still, it was enough. Delta's eager tongue and throat pleasured her own cock until she'd emptied herself.

Her cock slid from her throat, and she collapsed back into the pillows, panting.