This Ascent to Divinity is Lewder Than Expected

4.13 – Ménage à Trois IV

4.13 – Ménage à Trois IV

Rosalie was having a crazy night.

Not in a bad way, necessarily. Just ... it was a lot.

For eighteen years, sex and romance had been nearly the last thing on her mind. She wasn’t wholly inexperienced, at least in the mechanical sense. She’d played with herself, both fingers and toys, which was more than many did—those with more puritanical values, who viewed sexuality in a sinful light. Rosalie’s family wasn’t prudish in that way, though, and her upbringing certainly hadn’t been, either. In fact, it had mortifyingly been Tanya herself, Rosalie’s primary weaponmaster, who had suggested the idea as ‘stress relief’.

So, not prudish, necessarily. But still inexperienced on a grander scale. She’d had more important things to focus on. Namely, stepping into the role of heiress to, arguably, the most influential guild in the world.

Going from that ... to this ... was a bit much.

‘This’. Fucking her girlfriend’s throat with her own cock. Having a cock, in the first place. Though in a roundabout way, shared with Zoey, who’d taken a thick load—Rosalie’s, but also her own—straight down her throat.

It was a lot.

In a good way. In an overwhelming way.

She was having a crazy night, okay?

One that just kept getting more intense.

Better intense?

Look. She didn’t know. It was a mess inside her head. Not bad. She could say that much, at least.

“You’re sure you want to do this?” Zoey murmured into her ear.

Like usual, her girlfriend’s voice—girlfriend—whispered so close to her, hot breath caressing her, snaked down her spine, making her shiver. Zoey’s presence was intoxicating. It wasn’t even her looks—though she was, by far, the most beautiful woman she’d ever seen—but rather her. So ... caring. So unlike anyone else she’d met. Soft, sensitive, instantly understanding.

That was something Rosalie was unexperienced in. In her line of work, sensitivity was ground away, if it ever existed in the first place. It was a weakness best expelled. It had no place in the brutal labyrinths comprising the deepest reaches of the Fractures.

Which made Zoey’s affections, likely, something also worth expelling. But Rosalie had given up trying. Zoey was impossible to push away. She didn’t want to. And it shouldn’t matter what Rosalie wanted, but she ... was weak. Zoey made her weak. And she didn’t want that to stop.

“I owe her a favor,” Rosalie finally replied. She whispered the response. Zoey had cozied up to her, checking in on Rosalie before the main event of the night.

“But you’re fine with it,” Zoey insisted. Serious green eyes held her own. How were they so transfixing?

The words annoyed Rosalie. The way Zoey was treating her. Both of them, for that matter. Like she were delicate. Double and triple verifying each of their advances, ensuring Rosalie was ‘okay’ with everything. Even Delta, that endlessly annoying woman, had made it redundantly clear that Rosalie didn’t have to ‘pay out’ on the favor. Not explicitly, but with body language, careful glances and concerned looks.

When the two of them were being so obvious about this being Rosalie’s choice, how was she supposed to pretend? That she didn’t desperately want this?

How was she supposed to save face?

She guessed viewing it that way wasn’t fair. It wasn’t how this should work. She hardly had experience in relationships, but she was pretty sure they shouldn’t be founded on facades, like Rosalie so desperately wanted.

***

Well. This was happening, then. Rosalie was ... fucking Delta. With her girlfriend laying on top, eagerly tongue-fucking her.

Fourteen inches of cock throbbed between her legs. Delta and Zoey only half seemed to acknowledge her, caught up in their own activities. That was a good thing. It gave Rosalie a reprieve. If both their attention had been on her as she shuffled up, cock in hand, she might have quailed, lost her nerve. Because as much as she wanted this—the extent of which she refused to consciously acknowledge—it was a lot. To deal with. To come to terms to.

Was it intentional, the way Zoey had ensnared Delta’s attention? Knowing Rosalie needed the opportunity to shuffle up, without being the focus?

Maybe. Or maybe she’d just wanted to kiss Delta.

That didn’t bother Rosalie. She didn’t believe hearts could only be shared one way. Zoey seemed more possessive in that regard, but her opinions weren’t Rosalie’s. And her possessiveness ... that also wasn’t something that bothered her. Rosalie didn’t have time enough for one romance, much less several. It was good, even, that Zoey had others to keep her satisfied. As long as she didn’t neglect her.

She looked down at the two girls stacked on top of each other. Zoey was wearing the pink portal panties, so not much was exposed. Not much sensitive, at least. She was still naked, and her sensual form—back, legs, the curve of her ass, cupped by the panties—was still plenty to admire.

But Delta. Delta was truly naked, not a single article of clothing. Down lower, she was exposed and excited, glistening in anticipation.

Waiting.

Waiting for Rosalie’s cock. To thrust in, stuff her full, and finally bring her much needed relief, which Delta had been denied, having doted on Zoey and Rosalie so thoroughly. She’d made it her first priority to have this ... event ... be seamless. For everyone to be comfortable.

For Rosalie to be comfortable. Why did she care? Weren’t they ... enemies? The thought dispelled as soon as she had it. Maybe they weren’t lovers, and maybe even they didn’t like each other—not in all ways—but that didn’t mean enemies in the literal sense.

Delta broke apart from Zoey, breathing heavily. “Seriously, blondie. Hurry up and fuck me.”

Rosalie realized she had frozen, heart pounding, a few inches from Delta. Stalling. Or, not stalling, simply working up the nerve.

Zoey, equally breathless from her thorough make-out session, turned around, so her back was pressed into Delta. Delta’s arms wrapped around Zoey’s stomach, tucking her in. Zoey locked a stunning green-eyed gaze to Rosalie, smiling encouragingly, cheeks flushed in excitement.

Delta nibbled at Zoey’s ear, then, Rosalie still not having moved, said, “Pretend it’s your girlfriend’s pussy if you want,” Delta said. “I just need a fucking cock inside me, okay? I don’t care if it’s yours. So fuck me.”

Rosalie had strong suspicions that she had picked those words carefully. Abstracting Rosalie, making her ‘just a cock’. She saw through them. Delta was flushed with the idea it was her. That she was the one that would be inside her, shortly.

But it was an excuse. Given to her.

Delta just ‘wanted cock’. To be fucked, well and thoroughly. That it was Rosalie was irrelevant. She was just the nearest warm body.

Never mind Zoey was there and could have done so herself. Never mind Delta had orchestrated the ‘strip spars’ to arrange this.

Rosalie gripped her cock, pressing the tip into Delta’s pussy, spreading the fox-girl’s lips. She wiggled it around, digging just barely inside, but not. Above, Zoey panted in excitement, feeling Rosalie’s, and her own, cock rub against wet, welcoming heat. A pussy neither of them had ever fucked, and would be doing so, together.

“Stop ... teasing,” Delta groaned, burying her head into Zoey’s neck. “Fuck me! I need your fucking cock, blondie. Hurry up and—”

Delta cut off with a gasp.