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This Ascent to Divinity Is Lewder Than Expected: a Futa LitRPG

Copyright© 2023 by winterwhereof

Chapter 66

Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 66 - Levels, skills, and dungeons--and something new between her legs. Randomly taken from Earth by a deity of lust and given a confusingly vague quest, Zoey sets out to explore a world operating on gamelike mechanics. In the process, she finds plenty of beautiful women to stuff silly with her fourteen inch weapon.

Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa   Mult   Consensual   Romantic   Lesbian   Hermaphrodite   Fiction   Futanari   GameLit   High Fantasy   Humor   Group Sex   Harem   Polygamy/Polyamory   Anal Sex   Cream Pie   Double Penetration   First   Facial   Masturbation   Oral Sex   Petting   Tit-Fucking  

“Stop fidgeting,” Delta said. “It’s cute, but stop. You look fine. You’re making me nervous.”

Zoey stood in Delta’s bathroom, inspecting herself in the mirror, having finished preparing herself for her and Rosalie’s upcoming date. Rosalie was probably ready too. In a few minutes, it’d be time to set off from Delta’s room, walk one door over, and knock.

She’d dressed, as she’d told Rosalie to, casually. She’d gone with a tried-and-true classic: jeans and a black tank top. She hoped it wasn’t too casual. The intent wasn’t to seem like she wasn’t trying—just that she wasn’t pretending to be someone she wasn’t. Zoey wasn’t really a ‘get dressed up for a fancy date’ kind of girl. She would, of course, when the situation called for it ... but Zoey was trying to show her true self.

Was Rosalie the ‘preferred to get dressed up’ kind of person? For all her poise and obvious pedigree, she also had a sort of razor focus that Zoey suspected meant frivolities annoyed her. That something lowkey—though a bit contradictory to Rosalie—would be her preference, too, over an event where she had to put on airs, like a fancy dinner.

That was, Zoey supposed, the ultimate point to this date: to get to know Rosalie better. And the reverse.

She’d gone light on the make-up. Maddy had helped her with that, too—the shopping part. Ephy’s blessing meant it was almost redundant. Zoey was still disoriented by how perfect her features were, now, with the changes to her body. She styled her hair, but it had looked fine messy; she applied make-up, but it only made her look different, not better. Still, she put on a mild pink lip gloss, and light touches of mascara and eyeliner, just to make it clear she was trying, that she hadn’t shrugged on the first clothes she found and strolled over to Rosalie’s door.

Would Rosalie wear make-up? Obviously, she hadn’t bothered while delving, or even in their short stay at Treyhull between shards. Her career was cutting through monsters and trekking through wilderness; cosmetics weren’t high on Rosalie’s priority list. But for a date? Zoey thought she might. She wouldn’t care if she didn’t—her stalwart practicalness was one of the things Zoey admired—but she’d also appreciate if she did. She’d appreciate Rosalie in any form, obviously.

Overall, though, Zoey hadn’t gone excessive on preparations. Today was a big deal, but the events Zoey had planned weren’t accommodating to dresses and heels. No fine dining and an opera house ... or whatever was the norm for this world. Rosalie had seen too much of that, Zoey had to assume. Though, probably not in date form. Maybe?

Was this her first date? It wasn’t the first time Zoey had wondered over the question. Certainly, Rosalie couldn’t have had a shortage of admirers, but she didn’t seem the type to have entertained any of them. Arranged dates, then? Of a political sort? Or had she always been razor-focused on wayfaring? From the sounds of it, she wasn’t entirely free from politics, despite her ultimate purpose of advancement.

But Zoey had a feeling it was Rosalie’s first date. As in, ever. That was intimidating, to say the least. And a bit freeing? It meant she wouldn’t be comparing Zoey to anyone. But also, first dates were a big deal, and this event was already nerve-wracking enough without knowing it was Rosalie’s first ever.

Or, not nerve-wracking. That wasn’t right. Or ... yes it was. Zoey didn’t know. She was both paralyzed and giddy, totally at ease and confidently nervous. Things would go well, obviously. But also, she was going to crash and burn and ruin everything.

Delta sat on the sink, watching her with amusement. Zoey had appropriated her room so she could get ready separate from Rosalie. Delta had helped reassure her ... though maybe not in a direct manner. Mostly, she’d been teasing Zoey.

“The flowers aren’t too much?” Zoey asked.

“It’s grossly sweet,” Delta said. “So yes, it is. She’s going to have a melt down. Are you sure I can’t come watch?”

“I think that might kill the vibe, Delta.”

“I can be discreet. As long as you don’t see me?”

“I’d prefer if we didn’t have a little voyeur peeking at us from the bushes.”

“Voyeur?” Delta quirked her eyebrow. “It’s going to be that kind of date?”

“No. I’m just—” Zoey huffed. “No following us around, okay?”

“Mm.” Delta made a show of considering the request. “I probably won’t.”

Zoey shook her head. She knew Delta wouldn’t. She was, as Zoey knew she couldn’t help herself from, just teasing.

And Zoey did plan to keep the date chaste ... at least the date itself. There’d be nothing to spy on. Though after, when they found their way back to their room at the night’s end, who knew what would happen? She’d play it by feel. But the events themselves, Zoey wanted to be a real date, not an excuse to have their hands all over each other. She and Rosalie had already started to explore that aspect of their relationship. Much, much faster than the ‘more appropriate’ half. So, she wanted this to be taken slower. For it to be genuine.

Not that a less-than-appropriate date couldn’t be genuine, but Zoey was hoping to get to know Rosalie better. As a person, and for them to open up to each other. For sex not to be the focus. They would have plenty of time for those kinds of activities over the following months, assuming they stuck together as a team.

“Well,” Zoey said, finally tearing her eyes from the mirror. “It’s time, then. Thanks for your help.”

“I sat here and mocked you for twenty minutes. But, yeah, sure.” She snorted. “It’s what I do.”

“It was calming. So really. Thanks.” Delta had done a great deal for Zoey’s nerves, which Zoey knew had been intentional. Delta’s form of encouragement wasn’t like, say, Maddy’s, not bright-eyed and optimistic, but Delta had been supportive nonetheless.

Taking a steadying breath, Zoey grabbed the bouquet of flowers from the entry table. Hand resting on the door handle, she glanced over at Delta one last time.

Delta raised an unimpressed eyebrow. “Just don’t break the bedframe when you get back. The guild’s prickly about their property.”

Zoey huffed and left.

One door over, she knocked and waited. She wiped a sweaty palm on her pants and tried to relax her tense posture, so she wasn’t looking stiff when Rosalie opened. She really shouldn’t be this nervous. Should she? Yeah, she definitely should. It was Rosalie.

The door opened, revealing her date for the night.

Zoey hadn’t known what to expect from Rosalie’s outfit—maybe jeans and a t-shirt, like she’d seen her in before—but the reality was better than any guess she could’ve made: she wore a long, flowing sundress that dipped a few inches beneath her knees. It was pale blue, a color Rosalie seemed fond of, probably because of how it matched her piercing eyes. Her long platinum blonde hair was up in a ponytail, the first time Zoey had seen her wear it like that. She wore bright red lipstick, a striking color, contrasted with her pale complexion and dress: Zoey couldn’t look away from her lips.

“Mm,” Rosalie said. “Roses, for Rosalie. Cute.” She seemed dryly amused.

Zoey started, realizing she’d frozen. She thrust the bouquet out. “I couldn’t help myself. Too cheesy?”

Rosalie took the offered gift. “It’s very traditional,” she said, shooting Zoey another amused glance. She leaned forward and breathed in the floral scent.

And, hey—why was she the one acting unruffled? Wasn’t it supposed to be the other way around?

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