This Ascent to Divinity is Lewder Than Expected

7.48 – Fourth

They spent a while recovering on the bench. Park-goers passed by, but while they made for an odd sight—three girls sitting shoulder to shoulder, all of them red-faced and breathing hard, the middle one catatonic from a mind-erasing orgasm—they weren't so conspicuous that they received more than lingering, vaguely suspicious glances.

"I didn't actually break her, did I?" Zoey asked, nudging the half-conscious girl to her side. "You good, Maddy?"

Maddy's response was a long, drawn-out groan, and some mumbled words she couldn't decipher.

"Hm," Zoey said, equal parts proud, amused, and mildly worried. Was it possible to cause brain damage via mind-blowing orgasm? While that would be a nice feather to add to her cap, she hoped not. "We should probably head back. It's starting to get dark, I'll carry her."

Scooping the limp girl into her arms, Zoey stood.

"I'll be a bit longer. I was brainstorming before you two, um, dropped by," Fe said, standing to see her off. "But. Ah. It was nice bumping into you."

Zoey smirked. Glancing left and right to make sure they were alone, she pulled Maddy into her chest with one hand, freeing the other to squeeze Fe's ass. "Same. Thanks for the help. Stop by whenever, it's always good to see you."

After a thorough groping, in which she made sure to really fondle Fe to her heart's content, she slapped the sheepgirl's butt hard, making her yelp. Heading down the path, she waved goodbye. Fe returned it, holding her backside with one hand, furiously blushing.

Returning to the main street, she flagged down a carriage and loaded Maddy into it. She gave the coachman directions, and he seemed instantly alert upon finding out the destination was the d'Celestin estate.

Maddy had mostly recovered by then, enough that Zoey's earlier worries cleared up, but where she might not have induced 'permanent brain damage by orgasm', she'd certainly left the girl exhausted. She slept through the whole ride, cuddled in with her head resting on Zoey's shoulder. A clingy, sex-exhausted Maddy was way too cute, but then again, that described her in general.

Back at the estate, she carried Maddy to her room. A few servants saw them, and Maddy's rounded stomach probably wasn't inconspicuous, so she wondered what people would make of that. But the secret was out about her class, and she would be opening a sex temple soon, so it wasn't like she had to hide anything. All she had to worry about was keeping Rosalie's reputation clean, not her own or Maddy's.

Laying Maddy on her bed, she leaned over the sleepy girl and brushed her hair out of the way. She was stirring to consciousness, stretching widely while yawning.

"Not to bother you," she said with some amusement, "but I still need to pull out, and we should take care of this." She patted Maddy's stomach. "You ready for clean-up?"

Maddy groaned and turned to the side, pouting. "I don't know," she said, placing a hand on her stomach. "I kind of like it. It makes me feel—" She couldn't find the right word. "Funny. Something else." She blushed. "Alright, fine, let's do it."

One clean-up session later, Maddy had a flat stomach again, and Zoey was no longer being constantly teased by having her cock up her girlfriend's ass.

"I usually sleep in Rosalie's room," Zoey said. "It's not that late, but we're crashing early today, I suppose." She wasn't as wrung out as Maddy, but the day's prolonged edging and subsequent release had exhausted her as well. "You wanna join us?" she asked tentatively.

Maddy, who'd been giving another long stretch, froze halfway through. She sat up and crossed her legs, attention sharpening on the conversation, a small downturn to her lips appearing. "Would they be okay with that? You three are—you know." She shrugged, seeming to grow self-conscious. "I joined after you three, I know how parties work, you can't expect to fit in right away. There's a warming-up period."

"Of course you're welcome. I would've invited you earlier, I just wasn't sure whether you wanted to—" She shrugged, then laughed. "You know what I mean. Most nights, we get up to a lot of, ah, group activities."

Maddy's cheeks colored. "I wouldn't necessarily be against that," she hedged.

Zoey grinned. "Then shall we?" She stood and offered Maddy a hand, which she took. She nearly fell when trying to stand, though, which Zoey took no small amount of pride in. She scooped her up into her arms.

"Um, Zoey? Why are we going into your closet?"

"Oh. You don't know about that? How do you think we've been keeping things secret?"

One portal-trip later, she and Maddy had magically appeared in Rosalie's closet.

"Do you know how rare spatial artifacts are?" Maddy asked incredulously. "And you're using one just to sneak into your girlfriend's room every night?"

"Brilliant, right?" she laughed.

As it turned out, both of her other girlfriends were present and settled in: Delta was spread out across Rosalie's bed, arms crossed behind her head and legs dangling off the edge, kicking idly as she stared at the ceiling. She was pointed toward Rosalie, who was sitting in an armchair and tapping a pen against a notebook. They both perked up and looked over as they heard Zoey swing open the closet door.

"Oh?" Delta asked, voice tilting up, her eyes locking on Maddy being carried in Zoey's arms. "Brought us a plaything, have you?" She swung herself into a sitting position, fluffy fox tail swishing behind her as purple eyes focused with clear delight on them. A grin slowly crossed her lips as she took the sight in. "Now, I'm no expert," she singsonged. "Actually, I am—but I recognize that expression. So that's what you two have been up to?"

"That expression?" Maddy tentatively asked.

"Well-fucked," Delta said, grin widening. "Though, her carrying you would've told me that already. A bit unsteady on your feet? I know the feeling." She sniffed the air, then grinned wider. "And there's a few other giveaways."

"We probably do need showers," Zoey conceded with a laugh. That hadn't been part of their clean-up routine; she preferred showering in Rosalie's room.

She looked over at Rosalie, since she hadn't greeted her yet. "How's your day been?" she asked as she laid Maddy down next to Delta. The two were friends, after all, and indeed, the foxgirl immediately scooted over to her.

"Acceptable," Rosalie replied. "Routine, no comments. You two were out?"

"On a date."

"She was so mean to me," Maddy complained. "You wouldn't believe what she did."

"Oh? That sounds like a fun story," Delta said.

Maddy bit her lip, blushing hard, and the foxgirl instantly became twice as interested.

"Spill it. I wanna hear everything."

Plopping down onto the bed, Zoey listened to Maddy's recounting of the day's events, Delta needling out all the sticky details despite Maddy's embarrassment.

"Where do you come up with this stuff?" Delta asked afterward, sounding oddly admiring once Maddy stammered her way through the whole 'plugged up and pretending to be pregnant' part. "Also, why is that … surprisingly hot?" She coughed. "And by that, I mean, when's it my turn?"

"You're supposed to be commiserating," Maddy said, poking Delta's flank with a mock-glare. "It was torture! Really!"

"Yeah, sure. You sound devastated." She rolled onto Maddy's lap, and Maddy fell onto her back with Delta perched over her. "Since it finally brought you into the fray, I'll be honest: I have nothing but approval for my girlfriend's methods." She leaned closer, long orange hair draping down in a curtain around the other girl's face. "Besides, she's not the only mean one here. You have a problem with that?"

Maddy, obviously, had no response to Delta's teasing and proximity besides turning bright red and her mouth clamping shut.

Zoey laughed and turned back to Rosalie, leaving the other two to their flirting.

"So," she said. "Shard coming up, right? Any Astrid updates?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact."

"Oh?"

Rosalie cleared her throat and looked away. "But we'll deal with that tomorrow. This is just … your fair warning."

"My fair warning?" Zoey asked, eyebrows going up, and finding herself extremely interested all of a sudden. "What's that mean?"

"She does need to bond with you before we go down. So don't act too surprised." She waved a hand. "That's all I'm saying on the matter. We're working out the details."

Working out the details? Together? "Right," Zoey said, dragging the word out.

Whatever shape that encounter ended up taking, she knew she would enjoy herself.