This Ascent to Divinity is Lewder than Expected (A Futa LitRPG)

2.22 ❤ Go F* Yourself

"You know," Zoey said, "it's weird being propositioned to by someone trying to kill me two minutes ago."

"Then take your anger out on me." Not-Zoey waggled her ass, still turned over on her stomach and looking back at Zoey with a smirk. "I might not be as durable as Mel when it comes to this, but I think I can put up a good fight."

"Aren't you a second-advancement boss? Shouldn't you be more durable?"

"If fucking was all I did, maybe. Not trying to spoil the surprise too much ... but you might want to wear me down for phase three."

"Phase three." By the sounds of it, more of phase one. Combat. More of her trying to kill Zoey. Which was quite the thing to hang over Zoey's head while wiggling her ass around invitingly. Fuck it. "You know what? Sure. Wear you down. I can go for some of that."

Not-Zoey grinned, and a glint appeared in her eyes. "Ready to find out what your own pussy feels like?"

Which succeeded in making Zoey's heart skip a beat, despite the circumstances. Where had Not-Zoey's timidity gone?

Zoey crawled across the bedsheets, the plush material indenting as she moved. She perched herself overtop Not-Zoey.

Despite having shifted bodies several times, the thick black ink from their body-writing event was as visible as ever. 'FREE USE CUM DUMPSTER', Not-Zoey's ass read.

Fuck. Her cock twitched in excitement.

Zoey guided it between two soft cheeks, rubbing it up and down Not-Zoey's ass, between bolded letters. Soon to be true. She guided it down, rubbing her cockhead against slick folds, lubricating herself in preparation.

My folds, Zoey hazily corrected herself. Rubbing my cockhead against my folds.

This was her pussy she'd be thrusting into. Even if it was guided by a consciousness that wasn't hers, it was still her own body. Every biological detail, perfectly duplicated. And maybe not her mind exactly, but something close—just, merged with another's consciousness. For most meaningful uses of the word, Not-Zoey was her. Her memories, her personality.

However intense the fight had been a few minutes prior, Zoey's brain quickly grew addled by lust. She slid her cock up and down, rubbing against agonizingly soft flesh—her own flesh—mentally bracing herself for what she was about to do.

"Hurry up, won't you?" Not-Zoey breathed. She sounded as tantalized by the idea as Zoey.

She lined her cockhead up to Not-Zoey's opening. Even just sliding, the feeling was incredible. Warm, inviting, wet. Not-Zoey rubbed back, arching her back, and encouraging Zoey to thrust in.

"Ready?" Zoey asked, her voice grown husky.

"For that thing? Probably never."

Zoey pushed forward, pressing the head of her cock into Not-Zoey's entrance. She breathed in as she pushed past tight resistance, sinking inside Not-Zoey's sex.

I'm inside myself.

Zoey's entire body burned with the idea. Not-Zoey's warm, tight pressure enveloped her member, spreading through her shaft, making her whole body tingle with pleasure. The feeling was electric, amplified a hundred times over by the mental stimulation of knowing it was her own pussy she'd just pushed into.

Zoey's breath caught as she thrusted again. Then again, and again, picking up speed. A needy, foreign force took over Zoey's hips. She slapped in, harder, faster, deeper with every passing second.

"Oh god," Not-Zoey groaned, pressing her face into the bedsheets as Zoey filled her up.

Zoey's hips finally hit Not-Zoey's ass, her back-and-forth efforts finally driving all the way into Not-Zoey's pussy. Like usual, she'd needed to ease in. But now she held still for a moment, savoring the sensation of having another woman's pussy—that was also her own—wrapped around her cock.