This Ascent to Divinity is Lewder Than Expected

7.29 – Dreams at the Academy V

With her cock fully lubed by Fe's saliva, Zoey's member slid easily against the other girl's lower lips as she nuzzled her tip across the sheepgirl's pussy, threatening entry. Arousal spiked in her veins as she readied herself to enter. There was always something amazing about the first time, and this whole event? A particularly special way to go about it. It was a dream in more ways than one.

"Stop teasing," Fe groaned.

Ignoring her, Zoey took her time stroking up and down. The other girl tried to push her hips back and spear in herself, but she dodged by pulling back—Fe whined in complaint. Only when Zoey herself couldn't stand the anticipation any more did she finally angle her cock and begin to sink luxuriously into her partner's tight pussy, moving an agonizingly slow inch at a time. As much as she would've loved to shove in one eager thrust, she enjoyed the slowness more. Especially when Fe let out a long, keening moan as she was spread open, getting her first taste of Zoey's weapon bit by bit.

"Tight," Zoey murmured in pleasure, gripping the other girl's waist as she urged her hips forward.

"N-not my fault," she moaned. "You're so big."

Zoey slid in another inch, drinking in the sheepgirl's groan of pleasure. Her eyes fluttered as Fe leaned forward with the movement, body pressing against the podium and smushing her breasts against the surface. She grabbed one of her horns and pulled her head back slightly, before finally indulging—she closed the last several inches with a hard jerk forward. Her hips slapped against the other girl's cute butt, sending a ripple through her ass and bumping her against the podium.

Fe let out a high-pitched moan as Zoey's lower half met her ass, her entire length cramming inside. She released her grip on Fe's horn so that her hands could roam along the girl's plush body, drinking in her curves and soft skin. She let out a long sigh of contentment. Her hips remained flush against Fe's, dick sheathed all the way, sheepgirl's cervix kissing the tip of her cock, for several long moments. A quiet, fluttering moan left Fe's lips as Zoey pulled back and bumped into it again.

"Such a cute girl," she murmured.

Her hips pulled back quickly, sliding out of the other girl just enough to almost pull free, then, angling her hips, she plunged back in. Fe moaned as Zoey worked into a rhythm. Her thighs slapped against the sheepgirl's over and over, creating a steady clapping noise that filled the university hall—amplified by whatever magic had been projecting the professor's voice. Visible ripples spread through Fe's ass every time they met, a delightful image. Zoey groaned in pleasure as the tight, velvety tunnel dragged along her cock. She panted hard, working up a sweat as she started to pound away with every ounce of repressed anticipation she'd needed to suffer through thanks to this dream.

This dream—the presentation. Her skin tingled with heat at the reminder, at knowing they were being watched. It was intensely arousing, the many eyes on them. Even if this scenario was fake, she had an audience of people staring at her as she plowed into the other girl, and it was impossible for her brain to fully differentiate the false reality from a real one.@@novelbin@@

She alternated her gaze between where their bodies were meeting, Fe's red, flustered face as she leaned against the podium, and their spectators. A mix of expressions met her in return. Excitement, interest, arousal.

Somewhere, these classmates and friends of Fe existed. Maybe she would bump into one eventually. Wouldn't that be something? Her eyes met a brunette with curly hair who seemed to be taking particular interest in their 'demonstration', leaning out of her seat to get a better view—her shirt falling open to give Zoey a clear sight into her cleavage.

"H-Harder," Fe moaned, snapping Zoey out of her reverie. "Fuck. I want it harder."

The sound of the sheepgirl's begging sent another shiver through her. "Oh?" she asked breathlessly. "Kind of lewd to ask that right in front of your classmates, don't you think?"

"D-Don't care anymore," Fe whined. "Harder. Please."

Zoey wasn't one to turn a partner down. She sped up, thrusting deeper and harsher into the sheepgirl holding onto the podium to stay standing. Each stroke drove the air out of the other girl in an explosive gasp, but despite that, Fe was apparently insatiable—because she wanted more, and was vocal about asking for it. Zoey obliged, gripping both of the girl's horns and pulling her off the podium so they were both standing, then started to really pummel into her, with Fe's back curved as she held her there and pounded from behind

"Haah," Fe groaned. "S-so good. Feels so good. More. More, please, more."

Their hips slapped together noisily, both of them really getting into it. Zoey let out little grunts of pleasure every time they met, hips pulling back before jerking forward with as much force as she could muster, bouncing the girl's whole body.

The harness was starting to react—something Zoey had almost forgotten about. The runes inscribed across the leather were lighting with a soft pink glow as their carnal demonstration created 'lustful energy', or whatever Fe had called it. She was only half able to pay attention. The feeling of Fe's pussy occupied a much greater portion of her thoughts.

Fe was starting to fall apart, so she changed positions one more time in preparation for the finale. She scooped Fe up, lifting the sheepgirl off the ground, and hooked her arms under her knees. She pulled Fe against her chest, fingers interlocking behind her neck, with Fe's legs hooked over her arms and her back pressed against Zoey's breasts. Fe squeaked in surprise at the change—and at the lewdness of the pose, suspended in the air by Zoey's grip, legs spread, a prime view for their audience. In this position, Zoey resumed her thrusting and began driving into Fe with renewed vigor, bouncing Fe with each impact.

The new angle must have felt great for Fe—or maybe it was how exposed she was to her classmates—because she started writhing in Zoey's grasp, moaning, back arching and hips bucking in what limited way she could to help spear herself onto Zoey. Zoey groaned in building satisfaction as she found herself buried to the hilt every time she jerked her hips up, making the other girl bounce atop her. As much as she was getting off on the audience, Zoey was getting off on putting Fe on display—and by how much Fe was visibly and vocally enjoying it, too.

"They can see everything," she murmured into the sheepgirl's ear. "That doesn't bother you at all?"

Fe moaned louder, which only had the effect of exciting Zoey more.

"And they're about to see you cum. You can't help yourself, can you? You're getting off on being fucked in front of your classmates. What a naughty girl."

She chased the growing heat in her cock. Fe was close, squirming with pleasure, unable to stop moaning as she stared at the spectators and made no effort to hide her lewd expression. Their audience watched with bated breath as Fe built up to her peak, trembling in Zoey's grasp, pussy clamping down around Zoey's cock as the sheepgirl whined in pleasure, unrestrained and high-pitched, spreading her legs as much as she could to give them an even better view.

Fe's orgasm, naturally, made Zoey follow just after. It took a couple more thrusts before she was at her limit. With a long groan, she began to stuff the sheepgirl's twitching pussy with her cum. That, too, drove Fe even higher—and her next moan turned into a squeal as Zoey shot rope after rope of hot, thick seed inside her, making her stomach bloat slightly with each powerful throb.

But then, halfway through that blissful experience, the dream suddenly disappeared.

The classroom and all its inhabitants vanished, and so did Zoey's body. With no transition, she was abruptly floating in the black void of dream-orbs again.

She floundered for a second, confused.

She'd been kicked out of Fe's dream?

Seeing how she'd been in the middle of orgasm, and thus her faculties were more than a little compromised, it took her a moment to piece together what had happened. The only reason she would be kicked out of Fe's dream, she figured, was if the dream itself had broken. If she had woken up.

Fe had cum so hard that she had jolted awake.

Zoey laughed. That was a mark of a job well done, she supposed.

But she was also a bit miffed. Her orgasm had been cut off halfway through; ghost sensations of that blissful pleasure were still pulsing through her, but with no stimulation to do them justice.

At least she'd gotten to mostly finish. It would've been tragic if she had been kicked out right as Fe had started to reach her peak—and thus be denied her own.

Twenty minutes later, the dream-orb became accessible again. She dove back into Fe's subconscious.