This Ascent to Divinity is Lewder Than Expected

7.12 – Trial Run VI

There were surely limits to what they could get away with.

Maddy had projected an illusion onto Astrid and Rosalie that suggested the rest of the team was sitting there and listening to their discussion, yes. But the most fundamental issue was that of speech—that Maddy couldn't fabricate the movement of their lips. Thus, they needed to keep control of their expressions.

Perhaps against a mundane or even weaker wayfarer, she could have used her illusory might to gloss over even the most outrageous of situations—like she had at the restaurant with Zoey. But against Astrid? A fourth advancement wayfarer? Again, there were limits to Maddy's capabilities. Minor ones, but some nonetheless.

And the foxgirl strapping on Zoey's cock to undoubtedly begin to plow the illusionist with her full might?

That might … stretch those limits.

"As long as we keep our faces straight, we'll be fine," Maddy panted. Delta situated behind her, knees on the brick of the fireplace's outcropping. "Just, no lewd faces. I can even take care of the blushing. But not our expressions while we're talking to Astrid. Hard to fake speech. That's the one thing we need to keep control of."

She was clearly reiterating the terms of the engagement more to herself than Zoey or Delta. Zoey, for her part, was handling things best out of all of them. Sort of.

Leaning back and barely keeping her face straight, she didn't have much of a part to play. Besides how it was her cock about to plunge into Maddy. And that her girlfriend had strapped it onto her, about to rail into the illusionist.

But actively speaking, she didn't have much of a role. She just had to sit there and not make any lewd faces. Like Maddy had reminded them. And Zoey was reminding herself, again. Because, ah. It wasn't going to be easy.

If there was one shining beacon of hope in this situation, it was Rosalie's fetish for wayfaring. Despite the circumstances, she was chattering on about strategy, the monsters they'd encountered, skill usage, and so on, thoroughly holding Astrid's attention by sheer dint of never letting the conversation dwindle.

"It might be worthwhile to move together," she was saying. "I feel my Phalanx skill weakening whenever I separate to flank. But perhaps if you lunge forward at the same time, the benefit will persist by proximity? We can coordinate our attacks better."

"Possible. Sometimes, can be worthwhile to ignore skill for tactical benefit." Astrid nodded in acknowledgment of the obvious counter-argument. "Sometimes. Worth trying your suggestion."

Zoey, of course, was barely paying attention. Because to her side, her girlfriend was poised behind Maddy, who was on all fours, bracing as Zoey's cock was lined up to her entrance.

The only other time Zoey had fucked Maddy—with penetration—it had been with two rubbery bodysuits in the way. Thin as they had been, there'd still been some sensation-removal. This time, it would be Zoey's bare cock penetrating Maddy's exposed pussy. Not that condoms made sex not sex, but … it was at least slightly more intimate without anything in the way.

And it would be with Delta manning the guns. Zoey didn't have an ounce of autonomy in this situation. It would be her girlfriend choosing what pace they set. And even whether she finished inside their shared partner.

Delta sighed softly as she gripped her cock—Zoey's cock?—and pressed into Maddy's waiting hole. Soft lips parted as she leaned her hips forward, though only enough to split Maddy halfway. Just starting to start to spread wide. Maddy sucked a breath in at the imminent penetration.

"This is definitely my favorite piece of loot," Delta murmured, gripping Maddy's waist tightly and admiring the girl from behind. "Have I said that already?" Delta herself could partially feel through Zoey's cock, thanks to the linking plate. So they were sharing the small blue-haired girl, directly as much as indirectly. "Here we go, then. Time to recharge."

Without further preamble, Delta sheathed herself. Not gently. A hard jerk forward plunged the entirety of Zoey's fourteen inches into Maddy. The petite illusionist arched her back with a cry of surprise. A loud impact of flesh on flesh echoed as her ass clapped against Delta's hips, and that was just the first thrust. Delta didn't stop, withdrawing nearly all the way and slamming back in, making Maddy collapse forward as she adjusted to the onslaught, her cheek smooshing against brick as her eyes rolled up.

So much for keeping their expressions under control.

"Have to... look normal..." Maddy moaned. "Go easy! You're gonna ... get us caught!"

Delta smirked, obviously pleased she'd forced the request out of her. But she did what she was asked. The foxgirl's rutting became slightly less hectic, though the girl still pulled out her entire length before slamming back inside repeatedly. Gentler—but not going 'easy.' Maddy climbed back onto all fours, shakily, and wrestled her face into a neutral expression. Or something close to one. The best she could manage.

"It's crazy that neither of them can tell," Delta said, purple eyes drifting up to the two unaware parties. A loud slap echoed through the air as she slapped Maddy's ass, drawing a gasp of surprise. "We're fucking right in front of them, and they have no idea. Gods Above, I love illusionists."

"And I love your cock," Maddy moaned, head dipping down as if she could barely keep it up. "It's so big. I can feel it in my stomach."

Delta raised an eyebrow, then shared a delighted grin with Zoey.

"Oh yeah?" Delta purred, punctuating her next thrust with a squeeze of the girl's ass. "You love my girlfriend's cock that much? Her big, fat monster dick? You love getting fucked right in front of your friends? Bet you want us to get caught, you gross pervert." Delta's pace picked up again, back to that frantic rutting she'd started with. "Better not make too lewd of a face, or they'll catch on." She reached forward and yanked Maddy's hair back, pulling her body into an arch as the foxgirl took her from behind. "Wouldn't want to compromise our team, right? Just because you can't keep your mouth shut when my girlfriend's cock is stirring up your insides?"

Maddy tried to respond, but was incapable. Mouth hanging open and her eyes rolled up in her head, her moans became more frantic as Delta shoved Zoey's cock into her harder and harder. Despite her own raging arousal, Zoey grew increasingly worried for their stealth mission. If Astrid looked over right now ...

As much as she didn't want to be the responsible one, Zoey leaned over and flicked Delta's thigh. Delta shared a glance with her, then rolled her eyes and slowed down.

"Fine. I think it'd be kinda hot if we gave ourselves away, though." The thrusting continued but at a more sedate pace. Still enough to send Maddy's small tits jiggling back and forth, and her ass rippling, but after a few seconds, Maddy composed herself.

And it was a good thing she did, because Astrid glanced in their direction, and all three of them froze.

But despite Maddy being fully naked, and Delta from her lower half down, and currently sheathed inside the illusionist, Astrid's eyes didn't flicker in surprise. Like usual, she saw nothing. There was a slight hint of confusion though, her lips tugging down.

She sniffed.

"Does anyone smell that?"

"Smell what?" Delta asked easily, tilting her head.

Strangely, the berserker met her gaze and didn't seem to think anything of how she needed to look above and behind Maddy to do so—their positioning having changed as Delta took Maddy doggy-style. Illusion shenanigans.

Zoey was impressed Delta could speak so evenly, and lie without a second's hesitation. She wasn't even sure if she herself could have answered so smoothly, and Delta was the one actively railing Maddy from behind. As in—actively. Right now. Even before Astrid had looked away, she'd started moving again. Picking up speed, light claps of flesh filled the air, which Maddy presumably filtered out separately from their voices.

"I don't either," Zoey said.

"Or I," Rosalie added. "What are you talking about?"

Maddy, perhaps wisely, stayed silent, doubting she could keep a steady voice while Delta was thrusting into her. And not wanting to draw attention to herself, since her face was—ah, only half composed. Zoey again subtly flicked Delta's thigh, but this time the foxgirl didn't slow down. Such a troublesome girl. Fucking even while Astrid's attention was on them.

"Hm," Astrid said. "Never mind, then."

Delta patted Maddy, signaling she wanted to speak privately—for her next words to only be for them. Maddy tweaked the ongoing illusion to allow it.

"She can smell us fucking," Delta said. "Does your illusion not account for that?"

"The olfactory part is hardest. It's not like illusionists have to practice smells a lot! It's rare a monster smells better than it sees. Not super rare—but I'm better with visuals."

Delta shrugged. "Either way. Should probably hurry up and finish, then get out of here, before she gets too suspicious. Blondie's starting to blow our cover, too."

Indeed, a blush was growing on Rosalie's cheeks. Maddy saw it, her eyes widening, and she quickly tweaked Rosalie with an illusion herself—but while she could adjust skin color, she couldn't fix the flustered tone to the princess's voice, nor the way her usually composed speech was starting to falter. Rosalie must have also noticed the smell in the air, and almost being caught by Astrid had broken her control.

"Time to finish up, then," Delta grunted. She pulled out of Maddy and grabbed the smaller girl's waist, manhandling her as she threw her onto Zoey's lap, surprising both of them. Delta climbed overtop her, missionary-style, sliding her cock in with one hand—then immediately starting to pummel into her. "We're close," she murmured to Maddy as she rutted into the girl, loud claps filling the air. "Time to give in, cutie. Ready to be filled up by my girlfriend's cock?"

Those words had almost as much an effect on Zoey as the intended target. It was a hell of a situation to be in, watching her girlfriend fuck another woman right on top of her lap—with her own cock no less. Leaning back on her hands, Zoey's body shook as the two women thrust into each other, Maddy's own hips starting to buck up to meet Delta's.

"Let's hope Zoey remembered to take one of those potions," Delta grunted. "Because there's no fucking way I'm pulling out." Her fox tail started wagging frantically as her climax rushed up to her. And her climax was Zoey's too, since they were supernaturally sharing a cock. Her eyes flicked to Astrid and Rosalie, but thank the heavens, the distraction was holding.

Maddy gave permission in the most obvious of ways: her feet tied behind the small of Delta's back and yanked forward, forcing the foxgirl as deep in as possible. The two moaned as they ran up against that cliff together, and Delta leaned down to kiss the smaller girl and stifle their noises. Zoey's own back arched as she felt Maddy convulse around her, as she felt and saw the two girls reaching climax, and with a wave of sensation that washed over her, she—along with Delta—began emptying themselves into their shared partner. Eyes glazed and staring at the ceiling, Zoey experienced that mind-erasing ecstasy as she came into Maddy in long, clenching spurts. Watching her girlfriend's ass lift up and down in front of her, milking both of them out.

For a brief moment, all three of them were compromised, unable to pay even slight attention to Astrid and Rosalie—too busy filling up an illusionist's womb. When the bliss faded, Zoey was immensely relieved to find that, by the grace of fate, Astrid wasn't facing them and waiting for a reply. Still chatting with Rosalie. Spared, for once.

Only by force of will didn't she collapse. With a moan, Delta extracted herself from between Maddy's legs, and cum poured out from the illusionist's pussy. Zoey admired the way it flowed, thick, white globs splattering onto the brick of the fireplace. The sight made her shiver. Delta also spared a second to admire the sight, but then shook her head.

"Right," Delta said. "Time to get moving, before Astrid sniffs us out." She straightened out, undoing the straps of the harness. "Good recharge sesh, girls. But I call next go." She disappeared the linking plate and harness, addressing Maddy. "Use the cleaning lube, maybe? It gets rid of cum, right? Or just wipe it up. But chop chop. We're on a timer. She's already onto us."