4.30 – Working It Out_This Ascent to Divinity is Lewder Than Expected

4.30 – Working It Out

 Rosalie swung open their room’s front door, rolling her shoulders as she walked in, working out sore muscles. Today had been a good day. She’d made progress with her newest skill, and had driven herself into the ground—her entire body ached in thatfortable, if painful, way of a training session properly seen through.

 She noted Zoey’s shoes set aside at the doorway, then frowned, because she hadn’t called out to greet Rosalie, as she usually would’ve.

 “Zoey? I’m back.”

 She tossed her room key back into her inventory, eying how Zoey had left hers out on the hallway side table. It wasn’t unusual to not use your inventory for everything, since in many public spaces, doing so was banned—to prevent theft, primarily—and habits built before receiving one’s ss could be difficult to kick, but Zoey especially seemed to disregard her inventory to an unusual level. It was far from the oddest habit of hers, but Rosalie still noted it.

 Walking into the bedroom, frown deepening at the continuedck of response, Rosalie discovered the reason why. She froze at the sight awaiting her. Not that she should have. Considering her perverted girlfriend—girlfriend? When would that word stop making her flush?—the position she found Zoey in shouldn’t have made her pause. It was downright expected, even.

 Laying across the bed, head propped up on a pillow, but fully dressed and on top of the covers, Zoey snoozed. That wasn’t the surprising part. It was the outrageous bulge in her pants, and the way she squirmed side to side, mumbling in unmistakable noises of pleasure. Her face was red; whatever dream she was experiencing, she was having fun with it.

 Rosalie’s own cheeks heated at the sight, and something in her stomach clenched, heart rate picking up.

 Something was odd about this, though. Taking a mid-day nap? That wasn’t something Zoey usually did. And … that paper on the night stand. A note?

 Walking over, Rosalie picked up the paper and scanned it.

 Ah.

 Testing that dream potion she’d made. Well, it was clearly working. Specifically, in the way Zoey had expected it to. An indulgent fantasy, not a mundane one.

 Rosalie huffed, flicking the paper back on the nightstand. She crossed her arms and red at the dark-haired womanid across their bed. How could a single person be so insatiable? If she’d asked, Rosalie could have taken care of her. And that way, her own pesky urges could’ve been solved. Pesky urges which were decidedly produced by Zoey. Rosalie hadn’t had nearly as many problems managing her libido before Zoey had entered her life.

 “Ridiculous,” Rosalie said firmly.

 At theck of response, Rosalie red harder. Then, shaking her head, she uncrossed her arms and sat on the edge of the bed.

 She observed Zoey closer. Her girlfriend was really having a fun time. Her breath came fast and shallow, and her hips squirmed side to side. Slowly, and only in muted motions, being firmly asleep, but still noticeable. The sight had Rosalie’s face burning.

 Her girlfriend was having a wet dream. What, specifically, was she doing? Or who?

 And how asleep was she? Rosalie pursed her lips. She got the feeling that potion-induced unconsciousness wouldn’t be as easy to stir her from as its natural counterpart.

 Rosalie poked Zoey’s ankle. Seated on the end of the bed, it was the part closest to her. Zoey didn’t react. She continued making breathless noises and wiggling.

 Rosalie eyed the bulge. It strained against her pants, lifting them a ridiculous distance. With its size, it couldn’t even stick straight up; it poked down toward her knee, bending fabric upward in a tent.

 “Disgusting,” Rosalie said.

 She scooted up the bed.

 A dark spot gathered near the tip, her girlfriend’s precum dampening the fabric. Zoey’s shaft made a clear outline in her pants, and so did the ridges of her cock tip. Everything about Zoey was so excessive. Her cock, her output … and the even grosser parts, too. The nauseatingpliments and how she doted over Rosalie, always putting her first.

 “Obscene,” Rosalie dered, poking Zoey’s tip through her pants. “You realize if you finish, you’re drenching our bed? Of course you don’t.” She huffed. “No foresight. You should’ve put a towel down.”

 Rosalie’s heart skipped at the idea. Zoey, finishing in her pants. Emptying that ridiculous sticky load of hers straight into her clothing.

 Why did that excite her?

 Why did Rosalie want to watch it happen?

 “You are so gross,” Rosalie growled, and this time, she wasn’t sure which of them she directed it at.

 For a while longer, she alternated between ring at Zoey’s face and her cock. Then she sighed, and scooted closer.

 “That can’t befortable,” she mumbled. Blushing, she ced a hand on Zoey’s shaft. It pulsed heat into her hand, even through the fabric. Zoey let out a little moan, and Rosalie jumped. But Zoey didn’t wake. For all Rosalie knew, she’d been reacting to whatever happened in her dream. She was well and truly out; even Rosalie’s hand hadn’t stirred her.

 “Let’s get you situated.”

 With some finagling, she had Zoey’s cock not sticking so ufortably up, straining into her pants. Still hard, it kept struggling against its confines, but now pointed more down toward her knee, a less cramped position.

 “Take this, too.”

 She pulled out a towel from her inventory, then situated it beneath Zoey’s leg. Then, thinking about it for a second, she pulled out a second, folded it, and added it to the first. When that oversized thing finally erupted, it would make a horrendous mess. Rosalie knew that first hand. Even two folded towels and Zoey’s pants might not soak it all up.

 For a while, she watched her girlfriend squirm, a new darkspot appearing near Zoey’s knee as precum dribbled from the stimted member.

 “I guess I should help you along, too,” Rosalie suddenly said. She blushed and looked around the room, but she was obviously alone. “Because you need some physical help. It’s my duty as your girlfriend.”

 And not because she wanted to see Zoey empty herself into her pants.

 That really shouldn’t excite her.

 And it didn’t. She was just fulfilling her role as this gross woman’s girlfriend.

 So there.

 She ced a hand on Zoey’s cock, savoring the pulsing heat against her hand, and the way it twitched. Rosalie moaned as her other hand rubbed a tight circle against her core. She froze, then red down at the invader in her pants.

 She’d started rubbing herself without even meaning to.

 “This is your fault,” Rosalie used. “Two weeks ago, I wasn’t half as needy.”

 Zoey squirmed, eyes closed, oblivious to Rosalie’s chiding.

 Face burning, Rosalie climbed on top of her girlfriend’s leg. Zoey’s cock burned against her pussy, even through manyyers of clothing, and provided a wonderful pressure against her core. She wiggled Zoey’s cock better into position, so itid t against her leg, then, with it in ce, perched on top of the edge of the shaft.

 Dry humping Zoey’s cock while she was sleeping. Trying to make her cum in her pants. While getting herself off at the same time.

 Just … her duty as a girlfriend.

 Rosalie sighed, shivering, as she rubbed herself up and down Zoey’s thick cock. She made long strokes. Obviously, with both of them fully clothed, it wasn’t as physically stimting as some of their encounters, but it was still amazing. The pervertedness of the act made up the difference. Rosalie was panting and shaking in less than a minute. She watched the dark stain growing bit by bit near the tip of Zoey’s cock, fascinated and anticipatory.

 She nced over her shoulder, back at Zoey, who still hadn’t woken. Even humping her cock, she stayed firmly asleep. Almost impressive.

 And by how her moans had grown louder, she was getting close.

 “Go ahead,” Rosalie murmured, her own hips picking up speed. “Let go. Finish in your pants, you little pervert.” She scooted higher up, rubbing her pussy into Zoey’s cock tip. “I’ll even help you,” she groaned. “You can get my shorts all sticky and gross, too. Coat us. I want your hot cum rubbing into my pussy. Please?”

 As if obliging her, Zoey started panting in quick little gasps, hips wiggling, providing more pressure against her pussy. Rosalie felt Zoey’s cock swell. She rubbed even more frantically, head dizzy with excitement.

 “Come on. Do it.”

 Sticky warmth flooded Zoey’s pants, and Rosalie looked down between their lower halves, watching Zoey’s pants turn dark. With Rosalie’s pussy coaxing her cock tip, right against the member she was milking out, the material shot straight into her own shorts and turned them dark, too. Rosalie came apart at the squishy sensation soaking into her panties. Zoey’s cum. She was soaking her shorts and panties with her girlfriend’s cum, rubbing against her to milk it out.

 She fell forward, humping desperately, moaning as her body shook and the sticky warmth spread. So much. Zoey’s thick shaft rubbed into her pussy betweenyers of clothing, urging out the white-hot bliss of orgasm. Behind her, Zoey moaned her own pleasure—still muted, caught in a dream, but louder than before.

 When Rosalie’s twitching finish left her, she leaned up, panting, and appraised the damage.

 As expected, Zoey’s pants were a mess. From knee to lower thigh, the entire fabric was dark and sticky with her cum. Rosalie’s own shorts were even worse; rubbing herself all over an actively cumming cock had left more of the material in her own shorts than Zoey’s pants, probably.

 Beyond that, the towel was drenched, the impressive load dribbling down Zoey’s knee. Some might have made it all the way to the sheets. Honestly, it wouldn’t be the first time. It wasn’t like they’d avoided it in the past.

 And Zoey was still asleep. Probably for the best.

 Rosalie stared disbelievingly down at herself. What was wrong with her? Why had she done that?

 Face burning, she climbed off Zoey and scurried to get changed.

 That decidedly had never happened. She intended to never speak of it, and with Zoey asleep, the secret would never get out. Thank the heavens for that. Just, why had it been so exciting?

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4.30 – Working It Out