This Ascent to Divinity is Lewder Than Expected

7.36 – Taking Inventory

Together, Zoey, Rosalie, and Delta laid their spoils of war across Rosalie's bed. As a group of six, they stared down at the armory with varying expressions. Rosalie seemed mortified; Delta was grinning and looking around at everyone else's reactions; Maddy was blushing but curious; Astrid was bewildered (and blushing); and Fe was intrigued (and blushing).

Zoey herself was mostly surprised, seeing it all spread out.

"It's more than I remembered."

"We did let some of it go to waste," Delta said. "But when we're ranking up every shard, that's a given."

There were two piles: the lewd gear and the regular gear. Their shards did sometimes provide regular gear, after all. Especially the most recent, the shard that had been stabilized.

There was a possibility that melting down even the mundane items would give them useful reagents, since the loot had been formed with a god-blessed—as in, Zoey—inside the shard. She didn't know whether that would actually be the case, but there was a chance.

The lewd gear was obviously what everyone's attention lingered on, though. Zoey's gaze drifted across the collection of memories.

Nipple rings, living vine armor, cat ears and matching tail-plug, a set of growing-in-size buttplugs, a tongue stud that turned the mouth into an erogenous zone, the linking plate and the panties of spatial shifting, magical ink where the lewder the phrase written on one's skin the better the buff, a mirror of deep echoes that allowed body swapping, a cock ring that denied orgasms, a wand of remote pleasure that they'd yet to utilize, sets of latex suits and their accompanying zippers, a brewing chamber pocket pussy that she had shared with Maddy, a shard stabilizer, and an item smelter.

Delta let out a long whistle. "You know, I almost don't want to get rid of any of it."

"I want to get rid of all of it," Rosalie said, rubbing her temples.

Astrid was busy staring, horrified, as her eyes flicked around and read descriptions.

Delta patted her on the back in consolation. "Amazing, isn't it?"

"Stud of … Oral Ecstasy?" Maddy asked. "T-Turns the mouth into an erogenous zone? What does that mean?"

It was pretty straightforward, Zoey figured, but plenty of this gear was hard to come to terms with.

Delta perked up at the question. "Want a demonstration?"

Plucking the silver stud from the bed, she swerved around Astrid and stalked toward the petite blue-haired mage. Maddy took a concerned step back, but the spread of lewd items had clearly gotten Delta worked up … especially since they'd be smelting quite a few of them down, soon. Zoey couldn't even fault her for wanting to play with a few of the items they hadn't explored fully.

"Um— but— don't you think—?"

Maddy could only stammer out a few hesitant protests before the foxgirl was on her. Delta had also drawn a green potion out of her inventory in preparation.

"Say 'ah'."

"Ahhh?"

Zoey couldn't help but be amused how easily Maddy obeyed, despite her obvious reservations. There hadn't been a quarter-second of delay in the girl opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out as she'd been ordered.

"Gonna sting a bit, don't be a baby," Delta said, angling the stud's sharp bit toward her tongue.

Embarrassingly, Zoey winced more than Maddy did. She was fully aware that Maddy, for all her peppy and bubbly attitude, was a woman who'd dedicated her life to killing monsters, and so a poke in the tongue was hardly worth flinching over. Still, getting a piercing like that was rather, ah, hardcore, the more modern-Earth part of her couldn't help but feel.

Pouring a bit of healing potion over the puncture, Delta capped the stud from the bottom.

And then her fingers were invading Maddy's mouth.

"Ah? Ah?! Ah!" Maddy rapidly retreated, backpedaling to get away from Delta, but the foxgirl pursued, swiping both pointer fingers around, exploring her cheeks and sliding around across the pockets between her lips and teeth. Maddy's back hit the wall, and Delta's exploration became more enthusiastic, fingers dipping deeper into her mouth to stick them down her throat.

It was an extremely pronounced effect, and Zoey, knowing Maddy, suspected it was because of their audience more than anything. Maddy was especially weak to anything involving spectators. Everyone was, to some degree, but this illusionist in particular.

While Zoey very much enjoyed the show of Maddy falling apart as her mouth-pussy was fingered by an enthusiastic foxgirl, a glance sideways showed a wide-eyed, red-faced Astrid. There were a lot of comparisons to draw between the Harkvalen warrior and Rosalie, especially Rosalie in the first few days of Zoey knowing her … so seeing Maddy, her teammate, trembling as another of her teammates stuck her fingers down her throat was, well, 'a bit much'.

So Zoey cleared her throat and said, "Delta. Not the time."

Delta paused, then turned to blink at her, since Zoey usually encouraged her shenanigans. She withdrew her hands hesitantly, strands of saliva bridging her digits and Maddy's lips. Her eyes landed on Astrid, and realization dawned, since the redheaded warrior was pointedly looking up at the ceiling, face burning.

Delta was maybe the most enthusiastic among their group for this sort of thing, but she was also considerate to some degree. And Astrid's discomfort went beyond the 'flustered but happy about it' type. She wasn't at the point in her, ah, career where sex in a semi-public setting was something she could handle.

"Er. Right. Sorry," Delta said, taking a step back. "Pretty cool item, though, right?" She coughed into a fist, embarrassed.

Maddy, meanwhile, was leaning against the wall, breathing hard and knees trembling. She had no input to give, likely because she was close to climax. Zoey had to restrain herself from stalking over and finishing the job. Only Astrid's presence stopped her.

"So," Delta said, dragging the word out as she reluctantly stepped away from the trembling blue-haired mage and walked back to the bed with magical items spread across it. "Inventory. What're we keeping and what're we getting rid of?"

The great sorting began. Of the sub-pile of lewd items, two sub-piles were created, with no small amount of heated debate included in each decision. Maddy returned a minute later, trembling, with the oral stud removed from her tongue—which she gently placed in the 'keep' pile. Apparently she'd been a fan.

"I know it's shit gear," Delta complained in protest to one of Rosalie's decisions, "but that cat tail is made for you. For that matter," she said, turning to Zoey, "why the hell haven't we been making her wear it around?"

"I'm surprised you don't find it offensive, honestly," Rosalie said. "And no, that's not happening. I only wore it the first time because it gave tactical benefit. We were at the appropriate advancement. It's well past its expiry date."

"Offensive?" Delta asked, raising an eyebrow. "Why would I find it offensive? You're just aspiring to greatness." Her fox tail swished behind her, and her fox ears twitched, and rather than a normal instinctive reaction like her secondary features usually acted on, Zoey knew they'd been deliberately controlled.

"Uh huh," Rosalie said. She took the tail-plug and cat-ears and placed them in the discard pile.

Which pained Zoey, but it was better to turn them into permanent stats. They had a world to save, or whatever, and that was marginally more important than seeing Rosalie in cat ears again.

(She could get mundane versions, somewhere, anyway. Or have them commissioned.)

After extensive debate, two piles formed.

The discards were: the nipple rings, the living vine armor, the cat ears and matching tailplug, the set of growing-in-size metal buttplugs, the magic ink, the cock ring, and, upon some debate, the tongue stud that turned the mouth into an erogenous zone … since Zoey's magic could probably make that happen.

The last had only been added to the pile because they ended up wanting to keep more items than they'd thought they would. The linking plate and the panties, obviously, were put aside without discussion. Then the mirror of deep echoes, the wand of remote pleasure, the latex suits and their zippers, the brewing chamber pocket pussy, the shard stabilizer, and the item smelter.

"Right," Fe finally stammered out, and Zoey had halfway forgotten she was there. The discussions over what to keep had gotten somewhat fierce, mostly on Delta's side, but surprisingly Rosalie and Maddy had entered the fray plenty as well. "I think, um, I agree with your assessments. But I'm not sure if this has anything to do with me?"

Er. Right. They'd taken this time to organize their items because tangentially artifacts were related to Fe, but the artificer didn't actually need to see their sorting process.

"The new items are the suits and zippers, brewing chamber, shard stabilizer, and item smelter," Zoey said, blushing slightly as she realized how carried away they'd gotten. "So all five of those need to be inspected. Though, ah, everything but the smelter we've already used, so we know they're somewhat safe."

There were a lot of implications to what 'already having made use of' items like a pocket pussy that turned cum into special potions meant, but they all politely ignored that. They were professionals after all.

Taking a deep breath, Fe nodded. "Okay. Well, I'll get those taken care of as soon as I can." She pulled out a notebook and pen. "Tell me what you've figured out about each."