Lewd Ascent: a Futa Litrpg C256-265

7.05 - ❤ Self-Care I

Delta summoned her Shadow.

Black light materialized, fading in from nothingness until a figure stood in front of her, their eyes locked. Despite having seen it many times, the sight still sent a shiver down her spine. Her own face staring blankly back at her. A mirror copy, down to the exact detail, but formed of various shades of translucent black.

Their outfits were identical too. Delta was wearing a loose purple tank top and jeans, casual wear that she'd thrown on upon returning to the d'Celestin estate. Her clone wore equivalent black copies. She took a second to admire the way her tits were pressed together by the shirt's tight fabric, and the way the jeans hugged her hips. She blamed the clenching in her stomach on how Zoey had riled her up; she wouldn't ogle herself so blatantly in a normal circumstance. Or maybe she would've.

She glanced at Zoey. Her girlfriend was sprawled in the chair, one arm over the armrest, head resting on the palm of her other hand. An amused smirk was on her lips. Already enjoying the show, even if it hadn't started.

"Taking your time, aren't you?" Zoey asked. "Hurry up and get yourselves naked."

Delta's cheeks heated. "Bossy much? I'm working on it."

"And do it at the same time," Zoey said. "Let's see how good your control is." As an afterthought, "Put some passion into it."

Well... since she'd been ordered to, she guessed she'd oblige. Her heart rate picked up as she took two steps forward and pressed herself into the other girl—into the shadowy black mirror image of herself. Her hands found the girl's waist, and, leaning in, their breasts pressing together, her lips found her own mouth. They kissed.

Delta's heart jumped in excitement. The softness of her own lips, the warmth of her body, the taste of herself, and not just that, but how they were mirrored twice over: two sets of sensations coursing through her head. The clone responded, kissing back, but of course it was Delta herself controlling it. Both halves were entirely in her own control.

Adapting the mindset to pilot two bodies at once hadn't been easy, but she was picking it up. There needed to be a separation of sorts, a partition in her brain where she could focus on one of herself while not thinking about the other, and vice versa. Yet at the same time, thinking about both and coordinating both sets of limbs. It was a very strange mental exercise, and probably one that had only become possible thanks to the skill itself: a new set of instincts that, while they had to be trained, had been magically inserted into her head.

She 'put passion' into slowly tearing off her clone's clothes, and her clone did the same in return. She kissed herself, tongues playing in her own mouth twice over, briefly breaking apart to pull the clone's shirt up over her head and throw it aside. She yanked the girl's bra off next, and then her own came too, her shadow tossing it to the side. Delta found herself pushing the other girl into the wall in her eagerness, groping her tits as she pulled on her lower lip with her teeth, the sensation of the soft flesh making her moan.

Her jeans came undone by fumbling shadow hands, and together she kicked the clothing off, returning the favor shortly—leaving the two of them in just their panties. Delta dropped to her knees, biting the edge of the girl's shadowy black panties to pull them down with her teeth. Her clone yanked her up by the hair afterward, and, oh, she kind of liked that. Sometimes the other half of her brain could catch her off guard, nonsensical as it was. The shadow shoved her forward, making Delta stumble and fall onto the bed. Grabbing Delta's panties, the shadow yanked off the last bit of her clothing, leaving both of them naked.

She was well and thoroughly wet by then. It was weird, so incredibly weird, to be aroused by

herself

, to be doing all these things and feeling them from both sides—knowing it was her doing it, and yet somehow not

fully

cognizant of the fact.

Lying on the bed, legs slightly spread, she panted up at the clone standing near the edge of the mattress looking down at her. Her attention lingered on the shadowy-black, slightly transparent naked body of herself for a moment, the curve of her breasts and her nipples, her flat stomach, her wide hips, before they both looked over to Zoey.

"Well?" Delta said. "That was coordinated, wasn't it? Told you I've gotten better." She was slightly breathless. Controlling her clone was easier when absorbed into a task, when she didn't have time or headspace to worry about getting it wrong.

"Very impressive," Zoey agreed, her gaze roaming across the two naked girls. Her pants were straining upward, expectedly, though she'd made no move to undress herself: she was simply enjoying the show.

Would she be joining in? Surely she wouldn't just

watch

the whole time. Would she?

Zoey raised a hand, and a potion appeared in it.

"Catch."

Thankfully Delta didn't embarrass herself: the clone caught the thrown object as easily as she herself would have, perhaps the more appropriate demonstration that she was becoming combat-ready with the skill. The shadow looked down at the vial and inspected it, with Delta being able to read it through her eyes.

"You're kidding."

"You two already went at it the normal way, didn't you?" Zoey asked, amused. "This'll be even more fun."

Delta's face progressively turned deeper shades of red. A cock-growing potion. Zoey had thrown a cock-growing potion to her shadow. She wanted her to not just fuck herself, but in

that

way?

Somehow it was so, so much more embarrassing of an idea. Fingering herself and eating herself out was one thing. Just regular masturbation, really, with some extra steps. But growing a cock and— and—

Her pussy throbbed with arousal.

She was a little mad Zoey knew how much the idea would turn her on.

She hesitated for a long moment, but with Zoey watching expectantly, she forced herself to act. Tipping the glass back, she poured the vial of liquid down her clone's throat and swallowed.

She hadn't even been sure if it would work, since the clone was supposed to mirror her body, but it did. In a handful of seconds, a throbbing nine-inch shadow cock had sprouted between the girl's legs. The shadow's cock was identical to her own if she herself had taken the potion, right down to the vein. It bobbed and twitched with her arousal, Delta's own arousal, and her eyes followed every movement of it.

The clone's fingers traced its length, and a shudder of pleasure went through her, making her bite her lip. She could feel her hand on her cock: the hand that wasn't actually hers, and the cock that wasn't actually hers. What would it feel like? Being inside herself? Filling and being filled and having the sensations of both?

"Don't go too fast," Zoey murmured. "Work into it."

Ugh. And then there was that. The fact she was being watched. Her face might have melted even with the knowledge she was alone, with privacy for the degenerate things she was fantasizing about. But her girlfriend was sitting right there, not just watching, but the one

ordering

her to act.

Her stomach squeezed.

She called her clone forward, sitting up as the shadow came to the edge of the bed, and suddenly nine inches of shadowy cock were right in front of her. Her own cock. Shadowy, twitching, pulsing, with those tantalizing thick veins. Begging for her lips to wrap around it, to be worshipped with her mouth.

She bit her lip, hesitating for an even longer moment, before reaching out.

Slow and steady

, she told herself.

Just get a feel for it first. Work into things. And don't get carried away.

Easy to think. Not so easy to do. It was a lurid image, the idea of splitting herself open, her pussy wrapping around her own cock to milk herself dry.

Her fingers wrapped around the girl's shaft, and a shiver went through her. Her clone's cock twitched in her fingers. A second hand joined it. Then a third, and fourth, and suddenly they were playing with her cock as a duo. At nine inches, it wasn't Zoey's monster, but nine inches was still a lot of fucking cock: there was enough space for two girls to play with. She stroked up and down with one hand, squeezed, traced the head, trading places with the other set of hands as they worked together.

Delta squeezed her knees together, aware of how wet she was. Wet for her own cock, she realized with a burst of embarrassment. Her own cock. She was playing with herself, and her pussy was throbbing, aching with the need to get fucked. She needed to be fucked by her own cock. It was such a filthy thought, but one that had a moan slipping from her lips. The sound came from both her and the clone, blending together.

She leaned forward, her lips kissing the head, and she gently took her first taste of her own cock.

7.06 - ❤ Self-Care II

Delta had her own cock in her mouth.

The idea burned through her. She lapped up the pre-cum that had leaked from the shadow's tip. Her own pre-cum. It tasted salty and it filled her head with its scent and taste. She took her cock more firmly into her mouth, and before she could stop herself, she was sucking herself off, her tongue working lower down her shaft as she bobbed further and further.

Only half aware that she was the one guiding the shadow to do so, operating by that set of instincts she'd slowly been training, her clone dug her fingers into Delta's long orange hair and took control. She was pushed down, cock forced deeper, and Delta moaned in pleasure as the girl's shaft slid down her throat.

She was fucking her own throat. Officially.

That hot, slippery intrusion bent the tunnel outward with its size. She choked on it. Even better, she could feel the sensations in reverse: a tight velvet tunnel caressing the sensitive nerves of her shaft, the sensation of sliding her cock in deeper, the way her throat squeezed around her. Both sets of sensations.

She wasn't sure if it was the clone's desire, or her own—probably the same—but the pace picked up all at once. No more slow and steady. She needed more. Her head bobbed up and down at a furious pace, gripping her partner's waist hard. Her shadow's fingers likewise dug into her hair as she slammed cock down her throat. Delta's nose bumped the shadow's stomach as she gagged on her own length. Skin slapped against her face with rutting eagerness, spit flying and dribbling down her chin as she throat-fucked herself. She moaned around her cock, and the moan was in her ears and in her head, the vibrations going through her and erasing her thoughts.

And even as she sloppily violated her own throat, she was burningly aware of the most important fact: Zoey was watching. Her girlfriend was watching her lose control, lusting over her own dick, that beautiful pulsing hot mass cramming her throat and making her lose her mind.

Delta didn't stop on her own effort. Both she and her clone's eyes were closed, quickly having lost themselves in ecstasy. But suddenly Zoey was gently pulling Delta by the hair to extract her off her own dick.

"Nuh uh," her girlfriend said. "It's not your

throat

you'll be finishing inside. You're getting carried away. Lay down," she ordered, pushing her by the chest and Delta obeying naturally. "Spread those legs," and Delta scooted up the bed and did just that. Zoey leaned forward and murmured into her ear one last command, the words making her entire body pulse with heat, "and let me watch this cute foxgirl breed herself, yeah?"

At the words, her body caught on fire, as if it hadn't already been. Her shadow stepped forward and held Delta's spread legs by the underside of her knees. She was bared to her clone, her pussy exposed to her, a strangely lewd realization. Tapping into her shadow's senses—not that she wasn't

always

, but she could choose which to focus on—she took in the sight from the opposite angle. Seeing herself laid out, legs spread, pussy wet. Waiting to be fucked.

Zoey watched with those husky green eyes, her attention also locked on the positioning of Delta and her clone—Delta and herself. She was lying next to her, still fully clothed, happy to let the two foxgirls take care of themselves. It was a little humiliating, in a way, to have someone watch her do something so debauched. Humiliating in the best way possible.

"Go slow," Zoey said, her voice almost a purr.

The clone stepped forward, and suddenly there was a cock laid out across Delta's entrance. A nine-inch cock, that was her own, that she was feeling against her pussy. Slick warmth emanated against both her parts: her wet pussy against her cock, and also the throbbing virile heat of her own dick rubbing between her lower lips.

Delta's hands clenched and unclenched in the sheets. Her mouth hung open, breath coming out in quick pants. The clone—

her

, she reminded herself, there was no shifting blame of who was really doing this—pulled her hips back, sliding those nine inches down across her entrance until the head was pressed to her hole, the tip digging into her.

"Slow," Zoey repeated, her attention as raptly locked to the sight as Delta.

Then she pushed her hips forward, with aching care. But just as Delta's cock was about to start spreading her apart, frozen on that cusp of penetration, she froze, losing her nerve. Was she really going to do this? Feel her own cock inside herself? Even by the standards of the perverted things she'd already done, this was ... a step beyond. Wasn't it?

She hovered there for a few agonizing moments, her cock tip already slid a tenth of an inch in, almost but not

quite

penetrating. The barest twitch would violate her. The image was so potent, turning her head hot and fuzzy: the black shadowy curvy foxgirl poised between her legs, hands under her knees and body trembling with the urge to push forward, despite their mutual hesitation.

Delta didn't get to make an active decision. Her desires took control, and the shadow, as if by itself—though it was most certainly Delta making her act—pushed forward.

She passed the point of no return. Delta slid her cock into her own pussy.

The realization, as much as being filled up, was what nearly made her climax right then and there. She was being fucked by herself. Both of her bodies moaned, long, hot, gasping noises, as the shadow slid forward to the hilt suddenly, falling on top of her in eagerness to claim her completely. The other girl's nipples brushed her own, and she panted hot air into her face—into both of their faces. Nine inches of her own cock buried in her own pussy, their hips meeting, and Delta's legs wrapped around her own shadowy waist, squeezing down hard to have that wonderful sensation of fullness just a little bit deeper.

Cock tip kissing her cervix, and with her own weight pressing down on her, Delta was suddenly only able to think about one thing: Zoey's words from earlier. The demand she'd made.

Breed herself.

It was all Delta could think about. And from two sets of instincts. The primal need to be filled up, to be stuffed by the cock shoving inside her in long frantic strokes, but the same desire in her other body: the need to rut and thrust and pump her load into the cute girl underneath her. The thought of spilling her seed into the needy womb of her own body, while Zoey was sitting right there watching, made Delta's entire body clench and throb with heat.

Their motions were frantic. Delta thrust up into her shadow, legs tied between her lower back to help hump her hips forward, her pussy squeezing down to milk her shadow with desperate need. Her clone, on top of her, matched her pace and doubled it, rutting into her with primal urgency. The sound of slapping skin filled the room as they fucked themselves silly, Delta's mind well and truly gone. There was only one thought in her head. Breed. Breed. Breed.

She was a stupid, perverted girl, and she was going to breed herself.

The idea sent her over the edge. She couldn't last long, not with that thought. Delta let out a high cry and arched her back, her body spasming as her pussy clamped down on the cock inside her. Her clone's own body shook, the thrusts growing more frantic. And then Delta's orgasm washed over her, and her mind went white. She came on her cock; and her cock came in her. Her clone's movements stopped and she thrust forward hard, cramming every inch of cock deep into her and, moaning, pumped into her partner's womb—her

own

womb—with thick spurts of cum.

The knowledge turned Delta into a hot sludge, and she was left writhing in place, her eyes rolling back and her mouth opening in silent ecstasy. The depravity of what she was doing. Cumming into herself. It pumped deep into her, painting her walls, stuffing her. Even worse—even better—she felt the filthy pleasure through her clone too, the primal glee in breeding another girl, and that other girl was

herself.

And so she kept cumming, her cock throbbing inside, her pussy milking her own cock for more, a feedback loop of orgasm that left her whimpering and shaking. More and more spilled out of her and into her, guaranteeing that if it

were

indeed possible, there wouldn't be a doubt whether she'd succeeded.

And then, with a final shudder, the pleasure came crashing to an end, leaving her limp and spent.

Her clone collapsed on top of her, and the two lay there, panting, for a long while, coming down from a catastrophic high.

"That was ... enthusiastic," Zoey murmured into her ear, and Delta groaned and turned her head, meeting those green eyes—it took a surprising amount of effort to make her body do anything. She was wrung out in a way she had rarely been.

"Holy shit," Delta whispered. "I didn't ... even take a potion. Did I really just—?"

"I seriously doubt your clone can knock you up," Zoey said amusedly. She kissed Delta on the lips. "The cum itself is made of shadow," she said dryly. "Look."

Delta did. Sure enough, like everything else about the clone, it was a see-through substance leaking down between her legs and staining the bedsheets.

She unsummoned the ability and gasped at the way there was suddenly no longer cock inside her, or another woman lying on top of her.

The cum also disappeared. Relief washed through her, and ... another feeling.

"Disappointed?" Zoey teased. "You seemed really into the idea."

"S-Shut up." But it was true. She was definitely

more

relieved than disappointed, but ... well.

"There is a way we could make it happen," her girlfriend kept musing. "The potion and the portal panties would do the trick." She leaned in and murmured, "what do you say? Wanna breed yourself for real?"

An intense shiver went through Delta.

"Shut up," she repeated breathlessly. "Of—of course not. Why did you even make me do that?"

"Oh, yes," Zoey said sarcastically. "That was definitely me

forcing

you into anything."

Delta huffed and finally sat up. The world swirled around her.

Sheesh. That had been ... an experience. Feeling it from both ends was no joke. She looked down between her legs to confirm the cum had magically vanished.

Safe. She hadn't actually ... impregnated herself. Thank the gods for that. Stuck in that sort of situation, she really hadn't been able to stop herself.

She breathed in deeply, then let it out again.

"Pervert," she accused Zoey. "I can't believe you just

watched

me do that."

7.07 - Trial Run I

The morning of the trial shard arrived. The group of five wayfarers ventured forward, trudging through wild terrain as Rosalie's skill guided them to a nearby shard of the fourth tier.

A group of five. A full squad by most wayfaring standards. And well-balanced. A mage, a support, a tank, a warrior, and a rogue. Rosalie's world had specific terminology and a slew of 'acceptable' configurations for wayfaring teams, but theirs had fallen into a traditional arrangement, one even Zoey recognized as familiar.