This Ascent to Divinity is Lewder Than Expected

4.42 – Two Girls, One Slime

Content disclaimer: some futa/futa mixed in with this DP scene. Just FYI.

Zoey approached Delta, a smirk teasing at her lips. By the foxgirl’s wide eyes, and her slightly parted mouth, she was disoriented by the change to her body, even for all she’d been enthusiastic about it.

And Zoey intended to take advantage of that. First, though, she wanted to tease. Arriving in front of the girl, she gripped her own cock and lined it up next to Delta’s, pressing the tip into Delta’s pelvis to the side of where her own member sprouted. The size difference was nearly comical when held side to side. Around eight or nine inches long, and proportional to that—maybe even thick for her size—Delta didn’t remotely have a ‘small’ weapon. But compared to Zoey?

“It’s cute,” Zoey conceded. Delta’s cock radiated heat into Zoey’s own, the two members pressed into each other. Delta’s twitched at the contact, and the foxgirl panted quietly as she stared down between their bodies, taking in the sight. “But it’s pretty obvious who’s the winner.”

Cheeks flushed, and apparently not having managed to find her words yet, Delta pressed her hands onto either sides of their cocks, squeezing them in tighter. A shiver went up Zoey’s spine at the contact. With a shaky exhalation, Delta worked her hips back and forth, sliding her cock alongside Zoey’s, their foreskins bunching in Delta’s grip.

Zoey was hardly immune to the sensation, and the excitement of the situation, but she definitely wasn’t as affected as Delta. She’d dealt with this equipment for a while, by this point. Delta finally getting her own was something that had her heart slamming in her chest, but she didn’t also have to contend with the new barrage of sensations that came with it.

“Fuck,” Delta murmured, stroking up and down the two of them, her hips seeming to move on their own. “Yeah, you’re the winner. It’s really not fair.”

Mel, thus politely letting Zoey and Delta have their moment, finally protested. She’d waited as long as she could physically help herself.

“These are mine, now,” the slimegirl said, getting onto her knees and grabbing each of their cocks. “You two can do this whenever. It’s my turn.”

Zoey turned and cozied into Delta, pressing her shoulder into the other girl’s, who likewise melted into Zoey. The two of them watched their eager third stroke along each of their lengths. With her arm wrapped around Delta, she felt every shiver and twitch of the other girl as cascades of hot pleasure coursed through her cock, caressed by Mel’s skilled hand.

More than basking in Mel’s grip on her own cock, Zoey marveled at seeing Delta played with. She was the owner, as Zoey had expected her to be, of an amazing cock. The thick shaft sprouting from her feminine build was twice as enticing, framed by plush thighs and beneath firm abs.

In fact, Zoey couldn’t help it. She had to toy with Delta before they got to the main event.

She joined Mel on her knees, so that the foxgirl had two attendants staring up at her, faces level with her cock.

“Shit,” Delta murmured, a hand digging into Zoey’s hair, and the other into Mel’s green locks. She pulled them gently forward, pressing each of their cheeks into her member. “I mean, if you insist.”

Zoey breathed deeply, taking in Delta’s musk. She was sweaty from their adventures earlier, and that scent lingered thickly on her cock. Zoey turned and pressed a kiss into her shaft, and Mel did the same. They ran their tongue and lips up and down the foxgirl’s cock, getting it slick and wet together, kissing each other across Delta's shaft, their tongues bumping into one another as they sloppily lubricated the other girl.

"Come on. Don’t tease,” she said breathlessly. “Get to work, yeah?”

The shaky, almost disbelieving tone in her words had Zoey's own cock throbbing in excitement. But she was much more interested in Delta than taking care of herself.

"Go ahead," Zoey told Mel. "You can have the honor."

Zoey shuffled behind Mel, pressing her tits into the slimegirl's back, then leaned her chin onto her shoulder as she watched Mel's lips—guided by Zoey’s hand on the back of her head, and her chest pressing the slimegirl forward as she leaned in—envelop Delta's cock tip. Zoey was torn between watching the twitching member get swallowed and watching Delta herself, who shook in place, as twitchy as her needy member.

"Don't be shy," Zoey said. "We have to make an impression."

Not gently, but not violently either, she pushed the back of Mel's head forward, forcing the goo-girl to swallow Delta's cock. Delta moaned and bucked her hips, slapping herself in the rest of the way, and her head fell backward as the pleasure of a tight, wet throat assaulted her.

"There you go," Zoey murmured into the slime's ear. "Open that throat up. It's what you’re made for, right?”

Mel moaned her agreement, a wet, gargling noise, changing in tone and rhythm with each thrust of Delta's hips—because thrusting the foxgirl was, already, the excitement too much for her to resist.

In only moments, Delta was throat-fucking her partner. Zoey aided in the effort, one hand planted onto the back of Mel's head, forcing her forward, shoving the slimegirl onto Delta's cock with almost as much force as Delta slapped forward.

Lewd noises filled the air, squelches and claps of flesh on slime. Seeing how much both her partners were enjoying it, Zoey urged Mel on with harder and harder movements of her hand, watching eight inches curve downward into Mel's gooey, see-through throat, then crawl back up, only to be shoved violently down again. Mel struggled to handle the violation, choking and gargling, but she didn't resist in the slightest.

"That's it,” Zoey murmured. “Take that fucking cock. Show us how much you love it."

"So much," a distorted, choking response came—or so Zoey intuited, seeing how mangled it was. Mel’s body language, at least, made it clear. "I love her cock so much."

Delta gripped either side of Mel's head, then widened her stance, hunching forward slightly. Her thrusts became wild, knuckles turning white as pleasure took control of her body. The thrusts came violently, each slap of her hips into Mel's face ringing through the air. The humping was animalistic, raw lust guiding her motions. She grunted with each impact, pistoning in a desperate, nearly clumsy motion—clearly needing more pleasure, more of Mel's tight throat.

The goo-girl matched the enthusiasm. She sucked and stroked, holding onto Delta's hips to stay down.

"I can't— I can’t— It's so much," Delta whined.

Zoey could tell a climax when it was coming, and so could Mel. Catching Zoey off guard, though, Mel pulled off Delta's cock and urgently said, "Share. Share it with me."

Together, Zoey and Mel stroked lips and tongues across Delta's sensitive member, who continued to thrust between the provided slick surface of their joined open mouths. Mel jerked her off to help her along, and a second later, the first sticky string ejected. Mel pulled back and closed her eyes, opening her mouth, and she coaxed the payload across her face and tongue, moaning in her own delight.

Zoey joined in, pointing the twitching member her own way, and Delta splashed hot ropes across her face, coating her. She caught a few into her mouth, and Zoey basked in thick, heady taste of Delta's first payload.

Through the whole event, Delta shook violently, groaning and spasming, her hips shoving back and forth in little twitches. Zoey suspected normally she'd be spewing obscenities or dirty talk, but she was far too overwhelmed for that.

With their hands and mouths, Zoey and Mel left the foxgirl speechless, her mind turning white from the ecstasy of having her load extracted. Behind her, a long orange fox tail jerked side to side, matching the way the rest of her body trembled.

Comically—and making Zoey feel quite proud of herself and Mel—when Delta’s toes finally stopped curling, she fell backward, thumping hard into the grass, looking dizzy.

Mel took Zoey’s mouth, and—having apparently hoarded Delta’s reward—they basked in their mutual triumph, rubbing their tongues together and sharing a kiss lubricated by Delta’s warm cum. The foxgirl watched that, too, seeming to grow even more dizzy.

“Okay,” Delta conceded. “Fine. Maybe you are the priestess of lust, you devil.”

Mel pushed Delta’s load into Zoey’s mouth one last time, then pulled away. Zoey turned to Delta, opened her mouth to display the full load of spunk, then pointedly swallowed the thick material with a smirk. Delta shivered.

“Alright,” Zoey said. “Warm-up over. Mel’s been waiting patiently.”

“Very patiently,” Mel agreed. “Now, which of you want my pussy, and which my ass?”