This Ascent to Divinity is Lewder Than Expected

7.06 – Self-Care II



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."

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