2.22 Go F* Yourself_This Ascent to Divinity is Lewder Than Expected

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 ites 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 seeded 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 ck 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 stimtion 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 pped 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.

 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 mmed them back forward. Flesh pped 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 mmed back and forth as she pistoned in and out of the girl beneath her. ps 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 thest, 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 m 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 ce.

 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 ck 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-toe orgasms wracked her body. Zoey picked up speed, the pping 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 mmed onest 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, ovee by a sea of intense bliss.

 When she finally came down, Zoey copsed forward onto Not-Zoey''s back. Zoey''s sweaty body pressed into hers. They panted as they withdrew from their respective orgasms. Zoey''s exhausted muscles rxed, softening as the explosive high left her.

 Maybe she was getting used to the exhausting effect of this new sort of climax, but Zoey barely needed to rally. She hadn''t done a quarter of what she wanted to Not-Zoey—this face-shifting creature who''d a few minutes ago been trying to hurt her. She didn''t hold any real grudges, she guessed—somewhat of a lie—but she took satisfaction in dominating a person who''d moment before been so thoroughly trouncing her.

 And it was Zoey’s job to ‘wear her down’. This, at least, she could contribute to the fight.

 Zoey pushed herself back up, pulling her cock from Not-Zoey''s insides. Cum poured out and ran into the sheets, gushing from a hole that had been stuffed to bursting with Zoey’s cock a second before. She moved her cock up, higher, nudging into Not-Zoey''s other entrance. Zoey didn''t know if she''d ever have a chance to fuck herself again, so she intended to make good use of the opportunity.

 "Wait, you’re—?" Not-Zoey started, pushing herself up and trying to turn to face her.

 But Zoey shoved herself in before she could.

 Not-Zoey''s tight asshole wrapped around her shaft as she sank into it. Warm, inviting flesh coaxed every inch of her thick length. Zoey groaned in pleasure.

 "Fuck," Not-Zoey cried, copsing back into the bed. "Fuck! Too big!" Her tight hole squeezed in surprise at her sudden vition, only aiding in the gratifying sensation.

 Zoey pumped in and out of Not-Zoey''s ass, not letting her adjust, and reveling in the feeling of stretching Not-Zoey’s asshole out.

 Not-Zoey''s ass bucked against Zoey''s thrusts, her protests gone in an instant, needing desperately to force more meat inside herself. Every jerk had Zoey burying all the way in.

 Zoey shuffled up so she was sitting mostly upright, and she gripped Not-Zoey''s ass cheeks as she gyrated her hips, pulling back then mming forward.

 Then, because of what Zoey intended to do after this, she pulled out the dark-red bottle of cleaning agent. She squeezed the liquid out onto her cock and worked it into Not-Zoey’s hole, squishing it in with her cock, delighting in the squelching sounds. It tingled around her member as it performed its magical effect.

 "Yes, please. Fuck my ass. Fuck me." Not-Zoey wed at the bedsheets with desperate, frenzied efforts as Zoey pounded away, pumping her less-used hole full of cock. It had loosened with surprising speed, not that it had much choice, wrapped around such a thick girlcock. "It''s so good. Your cock is so, mmm, deep in me!"

 "You love getting fucked by it, don''t you?"

 "Yes," Not-Zoey cried. "Your monster cock is so fucking good. Keep going. Please. Fuck your fat girlcock in my ass. Make me yours."

 Zoey had always loved the over-the-top dirty talk that came from a properly-fucked partner, and the haze of lust. Her face—her body—was on fire. Not-Zoey kept spewing the obscenities, the lewd words amplifying the pleasurable burning in her cock, her core, her entire being.

 "You feel so good around me," Zoey growled as she picked up speed, working herself faster and faster. "I’m close. I’m going to blow another load inside your slutty little ass. You want that?"

 "Yes! I do! My ass needs your cum! Shoot it into me!"

 "Then take it, you little slut. You fucking … cum dumpster." She grabbed a handful of Not-Zoey''s hair and shoved her head into the sheets. Her cries grew muffled, and Zoey''s climax arrived. A geyser of thick white seed poured from her cock as her body spasmed. Not-Zoey''s insides clenched around the gushing shaft, milking everyst drop from Zoey as their orgasms synchronized.

 The burning euphoria was even higher than the first time. Her vision shed white. Every nerve ending was on fire—it was overwhelming, pleasurable agony. Her thighs quivered as if electrified. She moaned obscenely, body shaking as she emptied into Not-Zoey’s ass.

 Beneath her, Not-Zoey underwent the same crucible. She bucked against Zoey''s thrusts, unable to resist the overload of pleasure provided by Zoey''s cock deep in her tight asshole. She gripped the sheets, squirming underneath Zoey''s weight, hips bucking back and forth in a desperate effort to get more cock inside her, to keep Zoey''s cock squirming around.

 Finally, after what seemed like forever, both women fell into the sheets, panting. Zoey slumped forward atop Not-Zoey, chest heaving up and down with exertion. Sweat trickled between their bodies. Not-Zoey''s ass, and Zoey''s thighs and crotch, werepletely coated by theirbined juices. More Zoey''s than Not-Zoey''s. The viscous white liquid dripped down onto the sheets, pooling beneath them, dampening the fabric which had grown squishy with so much seed.

 Their breathing came heavy and ragged for a solid minute.

 "One more hole left," Zoey finally said, sitting and flipping Not-Zoey over. She pulled Not-Zoey up and guided her mouth to her cock.

 "You just had that thing in my—"

 Zoey''s cum-covered cock, a minute prior viting Not-Zoey''s asshole, sank into the soft wet flesh of her mouth. Zoey had, at least, worked the cleaning agent in while fucking her.

 Despite the protest, Not-Zoey''s tongue explored eagerly, cleaning up the cum off Zoey''s sticky member and caressing her cock with the powerful, exploring muscle. She sucked hungrily at it—like it was herst chance to taste it. Which, Zoey supposed, it was. She drooled, dribbling saliva all across her breasts and stomach as she slurped away at Zoey''s cock.

 "Eager, aren''t you?" Zoey groaned.

 Not-Zoey moaned around her cock. The words were hard to make out with so much blockage, but it might''ve been ''it tastes so good''. She wiggled her head further down, swallowing more of the girlcock with sloppy effort. Zoey was quickly enveloped by the tight walls of Not-Zoey''s throat. Not-Zoey choked on her impressive size, but wasn’t discouraged.

 Zoey hips worked with Not-Zoey, forcing cock deeper into her throat with every second. “Swallow it, bitch,” Zoey groaned, hands sinking into Not-Zoey’s hair. My own hair. It was silky and soft.

 For a brief, impossible second she’d forgotten who this was. Or, whose body. Bright green eyes stared up at Zoey, and she stared as a mirror image of herself sucked desperately at her cock, wiggling her head to get down further.

 She pounded against Not-Zoey''s face, the realization reinvigorating her efforts, her lust, and she drove herself into Not-Zoey''s open throat. Not-Zoey''s eyes rolled back as her neck distended, taking the cock that had so recently fucked her ass. "Every inch. Swallow every inch of my giant cock, you slut. You want me to cum? Then swallow every fucking inch of my cock!”

 Not-Zoey choked under Zoey''s onught, but tried desperately toply. She gagged on her thick meat while Zoey mmed into her.

 "Yes," Zoey hissed through gritted teeth, "you love being choked by dick, don’t you? Fuck, it''s stretching you out. Feel yourself."

 Not-Zoey listened, hand going to her throat, feeling Zoey''s shaft vite the tight hole with every thrust. She made some kind of gurgling noise as she tried to reply, but mostly all she seeded in doing was having saliva drip from her lips, which already coated her chin and dripped down to her thighs.

 "Here ites. Here''s what you need. Ready for another load?" Zoey couldn''t make sense out of the choked reply, but she understood the sentiment by how desperately Not-Zoey met her thrusts. Her stomach clenched, the pressure building. "Take it all. Take it. Take it!"

 Thest syble was punctuated by a spasm of ecstasy that ripped through Zoey''s body like a thunderbolt. She buried Not-Zoey''s nose into her crotch and let go. The warm bliss coursing through her cock exploded into a series of intense pulses, and she shot thick strings into Not-Zoey''s stomach.

 Her cock clenched and squirted, sending bursts of girlcum spraying deep into Not-Zoey''s throat. More and more, until the entirety of Zoey''s length had emptied itself within her, coating every inch of the girl''s stomach and throat with the thick white substance.

 Finally, when there was no more left, Zoey fell backward, dizzy. Not-Zoey''s mouth separated with a pop, and she coughed and gagged, sucking in air. She spat it out, trying to get rid of the excess saliva and girlcum from her invaded airways.

 "Ugh." She copsed onto the bed next to Zoey. "So good." She panted as her breathing slowed back to normal.

 "Mm," Zoey murmured nonsensically. Three orgasms back-to-back-to-back had taken its toll. Her stamina had improved massively, but it was still limited. Every nerve ending burned, her head felt fuzzy, her muscles weak. She didn''t think she''d ever cum this much, not even with Mel.

 Not-Zoey patted Zoey''s shoulder. She was exhausted, too. Zoey''s efforts hadn''t gone to waste. "I''m taking a breather. Have some fun with your girlfriends."

 A wave of her hand, and Not-Zoey vanished, the pressure on the bed next to her snapping up to adjust for the disappearance. A half-secondter, Zoey’s vision went ck—like it had twenty minutes prior—and she was falling, again.

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2.22 Go F* Yourself