This Ascent to Divinity is Lewder Than Expected

7.58 – Defeat

Their fundamental mistake, Maddy reflected, was relying on that conclusion they'd subconsciously come to earlier, despite Rosalie's warning.

They'd thought that hitting Delta's main body with a Confusion Bolt would affect both of her bodies, but no—her shadow had been immune to that gambit. Rosalie had pinned down Delta, and Maddy had unleashed a burst of magic toward her, all according to plan. Then Maddy had been stabbed in the neck by Delta's shadow, who'd kept her wits despite the spell hitting her real body.

So, clearly, they weren't linked. Or the shard was messing with things.

Neither Delta nor her shadow had done real physical damage to either of them, though. Only 'simulated'. Which made sense from the shard's perspective: if Maddy's neck had actually been cut open, that probably would've killed most … romantic overtures, so to say.

As it was, Maddy collapsed on the ground, her energy stolen, but not gushing blood from a neck wound—or any of the other places she'd been struck by Delta's shadow.

Rosalie had managed to hold the attention of Delta's main body through the fight, but Maddy had needed to deal with the weakened half-strength version often. To middling success, seeing how a half-powered (more than half-powered, with the Curse's influence) rogue was physically formidable enough to cause a backline mage plenty of problems.

Anyway: they'd blundered.

And were both on the ground, now, the shadow overwhelming Rosalie after teaming up with Delta's main body—still confused, but regaining her wits as the seconds ticked by.

And so, there they were, lying helplessly with a red-eyed foxgirl and an equally smug shadow standing shoulder to shoulder.

The red glow in her eyes had faded. Maddy hoped that meant, even if they'd lost, they'd weakened her. Surely the Possessed couldn't be this strong every encounter. Zoey and Astrid would lose to her as well, if that was the case. But it wasn't her imagination; the glow in her eyes was definitely weaker. Maddy took refuge in the fact that at least Zoey and Astrid would stand a chance, should Delta and her shadow come after them next.

Though that didn't mean anything for her own fate.

Her own fate.

(Her own delicious, wonderful fate. Helpless against a duo of busty foxgirls.)

"Good shit," Delta said, sheathing her daggers. "I was worried for a second there. Not." Her voice took a teasing lilt as she looked down at Rosalie. "I wonder if you thought you could win? It wasn't even close, was it?"

Delta was confident by nature, loving to tease, but her attitude now was taking that to the extreme—cocky, even arrogant.

Maddy wondered what it would be like to be possessed. What would she act like if the shard's spirit took control of her mind?

At least it didn't change them completely. Just influenced. This was no doubt Delta. Ramped up, yes, but certainly her teammate.

"And now I have you two all to myself," Delta mused, crouching down in front of Rosalie to tilt her chin up. "The Curse means I get a climax out of you before you can fight again. So many possibilities. I don't know where to start."

And, apparently, she was in control of herself mentally. Because she was speaking rationally: she knew how much she could play with Rosalie before the fight would resume. She had an idea of what the 'Curse' meant.

As an illusionist, Maddy was fascinated by mental effects. She knew how they operated better than almost anyone. Truly taking control of another person was impossible; even the deepest effects only modified a person's behavior, not rewrote it.

The shard had taken control of Delta, turning her against them. But it was still Delta, just with tweaks. Making her think fighting them was in her best interests, probably. When the reward was pinning down her teammates and ravishing them to her heart's content, it probably hadn't been hard to convince the foxgirl of her new goals.

Every mental effect was resistable, even a shard's. Delta was no doubt failing to push against it because she wanted to sate her urges.

Maddy doubted she herself, magical user of mental effects and thus likely more resilient than most, would be able to resist having a naked Rosalie on the ground. So fair enough.

But it should be possible.

An abstract contemplation, because after stroking Rosalie's cheek, Delta had risen, walked over, and settled down on top her—since Maddy was lying on her back. Each of Delta's legs went on either side of Maddy's torso, lower half hovering right over her own lower half. Delightfully in position for … interesting activities.

Had she mentioned the foxgirl was naked?

Because she was. Very naked. Every inch exposed. And she was right on top of her. Maddy basically melted down, her brain going completely blank.

"Hello? Hello?" A hand tapping on Maddy's cheek brought her back to reality. "Get a little lost, there?" Delta asked her amusedly. "Fair enough," she breathed, bringing her lips within an inch of Maddy's, and the hot air against her face erased her thoughts for another long moment. "The view's nice. I'm pretty distracting, aren't I?"

"N-No," Maddy said, because she felt like her wayfarer's honor demanded she put up at least a token resistance.

"No?" Without hesitation, Delta leaned forward and bit Maddy's lower lip and tugged it upward, just enough to send a spike of delightful pain through her before releasing. "Not even a little bit?"

"Not even a little bit," Maddy moaned.

Moaned? No, she definitely didn't moan.

Regardless, her defensive words weren't working, because Delta's smirk was only growing. "You know, I don't even know who to focus on. Both of you are way too cute." Her gaze turned to Rosalie, who had rolled over onto a shoulder to watch the exchange. Her face was bright red. "I guess I could take care of both of you at once, but since I have time, why would I?"

She settled onto Maddy's thighs, her comfortable weight pushing down.

"The question is, how much of a problem are you gonna make for me?" Delta mused.

And Maddy sensed that they could 'make a problem'. Their free will had hardly been sapped from them. They were just weakened. With enough resisting, maybe she could break the fatigue?

And she did feel obligated to. Orgasm meant the Curse would rise. But she didn't want to resist. It was a bone-deep, shameful desire.

She didn't want to fight it.

… the shard was influencing her, surely. Right?

Definitely. No doubt in her mind. The fact she was so willing to give up definitely wasn't her fault.

She was … she was being mind-controlled to want foxgirl cock.

She felt a rush of relief on reaching that conclusion. It wasn't her fault—it was the shard's. The ridiculously intense clenching in her stomach was mental influence.

As one of the foremost experts on mental influence, she could definitely say …

Um …

It was definitely …

Well, anyway, she really wanted foxgirl cock. She wasn't going to put up a fight.

Er, what had Delta's last question been?

'How much of a problem are you gonna make?'

"I won't give up," Maddy lied. "D-Do your worst."

As she'd hoped—feared, she meant feared!—Delta's red eyes brightened at the challenge. There were motes of purple floating around, something she only noticed with her so close.

"I think I will," she murmured. "Any requests?"

Okay, Maddy had standards. She wouldn't request how she wanted to be violated by her opponent. The idea was too degrading to consider. Her entire self-value was derived from, at least in part, how good of a wayfarer she was.

"Both of you at once?" Maddy breathed. "M-Mouth? And … lower?"

Huh?

Wait, who had said that?

Definitely not her.

But somehow Delta was responding to the words Maddy had definitely kept as thoughts.

"I guess I'll leave blondie for second," Delta murmured. "I'll take care of you first."

The foxgirl, and her transparent black shadow, lifted Maddy up in their two powerful sets of hands, leaving her suspended between a very real curvy foxgirl, and a very semi-real shadow.

Two huge nine- or ten-inch cocks on either side of her.

One hovering inches from her face, and one pulsing heat on her stomach, and against her pussy.

Um.

Had she made things worse for herself?

She really felt like she wasn't being a good teammate here. But at least Rosalie hadn't fought off the effect either—and didn't seem to be trying all that hard? She was watching with a bright red face and highly interested eyes.

Her main focus should be on resisting this mental effect—because the hazy fugue settling over her was definitely thanks to the shard!—rather than being pleased when Delta's big, fat shadow-cock slapped onto her face, and lower down, the foxgirl had nestled her real cocktip against her entrance.

"Well, then," Delta murmured. "I did work hard for this. I'm gonna enjoy myself."