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

2.22 ❤ Go F* Yourself

It was a feeling, Zoey realized, she would never tire of. Being inside another girl made her feel ... powerful. She'd always been a person not afraid to take control in bed, but this, the tight pressure of wet, squirming pussy-walls around her cock ... it gave her an almost primal sense of control, something heady and intoxicating.

The fact it was her own pussy she'd entered? Her own tight walls pleasuring her cock? It took the sensation to eleven.

Zoey growled, leaning forward and breathing hot air into Not-Zoey's ear. She lifted her hips then slammed them back forward. Flesh slapped against flesh, and waves of pleasure ran up and down her spine, shooting bolts of lightning through her nerves. She needed more.

"Faster," Not-Zoey groaned, apparently agreeing. "You call this ... a fucking?"

Zoey picked up speed. Her hips slammed back and forth as she pistoned in and out of the girl beneath her. Slaps echoed around the room from the vigor of Zoey's thrusts. The sheets thumped and fluttered under their bodies, tossed about by the forceful impact, each more powerful than the last, sinking their bodies into the material then back up. The bedframe creaked as they bounced. Her cock slid in and out of tight, coaxing walls.

Zoey hooked her two middle fingers into Not-Zoey's mouth and pulled her back. Not-Zoey licked at Zoey's fingers even as she whined incoherent, lewd noises.

Fuck. This is so good. A second ago, Not-Zoey had been trying to kill her. Now, Zoey was giving it everything she had to slam her cock into her. Talk about a swap-up.

Either way, Zoey took out some of her frustration on her partner. Not-Zoey'd been the one to suggest it in the first place.

Not-Zoey's back arched as Zoey rammed her cock with growing intensity. Not-Zoey's moans and gasps turned to loud, desperate pleas for more. She was starting to shake. Zoey's efforts were working. Her fourteen inch girlcock had turned the woman into a puddle of begging and growing ecstasy with a speed even Zoey hadn't expected.

Zoey grabbed a handful of Not-Zoey's black hair and forced her head back. "Do you like it? My thick cock filling you up? Tell me you like it."

Not-Zoey moaned in response, and Zoey roughly yanked her head side-to-side. She felt she could be forgiven the roughness, seeing how Not-Zoey had been trying to kill her.

And she'd suspected Not-Zoey would like it. The pained moan wasn't all pain, and Not-Zoey panted with fluttering eyes, basking in the sharpening-of-sensations her yanked-on hair had brought.

She was Zoey. Zoey didn't mind when things got rough, either.

"Answer me," Zoey growled into her ear.

"I ... I love it. I want your cum inside me," Not-Zoey groaned. "Make me yours. Fill me up with your seed. Please." Her body, and pussy, spasmed beneath her as the first of many-to-come orgasms wracked her body. Zoey picked up speed, the slapping of flesh intensifying, and her own orgasm building with equally unexpected speed.

"Say it again," Zoey snarled, shoving Not-Zoey's face into the sheets and rubbing it into the fabric. Not-Zoey cried and shuddered as her climax coursed through her. "Tell me what you want."

"I said," the muffled, gasping response came. "I want—I want to be full of your, your—" She couldn't get the words out, her orgasms erasing her ability to speak. But it was enough for Zoey.

Zoey slammed one last time into Not-Zoey and let go. She erupted, shooting load after load of sticky cum deep into her copy-cat. A torrential flood poured from her cock. She felt every muscle in her body tense, helping squeeze every drop out. The heat grew in her core until it overwhelmed her with its ecstasy. It coursed and coursed, matching each shudder and clench of her cock buried into Not-Zoey's insides. Not-Zoey's spasming pussy helped milk Zoey. Zoey's mind drifted away, overcome by a sea of intense bliss.