This Ascent to Divinity is Lewder Than Expected

Both Maddy and Zoey stared at the waitress. Zoey, from down beneath Maddy's legs, and Maddy, laid out across the table, panting heavily, red-faced, hips squirming from her proximity to orgasm. The waitress looked at them in return, growing uncomfortable. Not, hilariously, at their positioning and nakedness, or that Zoey had just been eating Maddy out, but at their lack of responses.

Just how strong was this illusion? The waitress really didn't have a clue. Incredible.

Zoey forced herself to reply. "Uh. Actually, dessert sounds nice. Maddy, can you grab that menu?"

Maddy jolted, Zoey's response breaking her from her own frozen state. She turned and shuffled around the pushed-aside tableware, digging for the dessert menu. She found it, then handed it to Zoey.

Zoey pushed it away. "No, that's fine. You can pick. We'll share."

"R-Really?"

Amusingly, the blue-haired mage hadn't picked up on what Zoey's game was, yet.

"Yeah. You order. Go ahead."

Then, Zoey grabbed Maddy's thighs, pushed her head back between her thighs, and sank her tongue into her.

Maddy gasped, her hand shooting to grab the back of Zoey's head.

"M-Miss?" the waitress asked, startled at the loud noise.

"Sorry. Sorry," Maddy gasped. "O-Oh my gods. Seriously, Zoey?" She wiggled her hips, rattling the table. "Um." Another whine. "I can't do this, Zoey."

Zoey pulled out, briefly, to explain to the waitress. "She's a bit under the weather. She might need a second."

The waitress's confusion melted into a sympathetic look. Being given an excuse, she latched to it, even if it didn't make sense. More proof of how strong Maddy's illusion was.

"Sorry to hear that. Take your time, miss."

Maddy squirmed on the table as Zoey returned to pleasuring her. The flimsy excuse was all the aid Zoey would give her. It was Maddy's job to weather the storm, and Zoey's job to create it.

Zoey worked away twice as eagerly as before. Maddy seemed barely capable of scanning the dessert menu. Her hand, and the menu, shook as she tried to read from it. The other hand was placed firmly on Zoey's head, pushing her down between her legs.

"I think—I think we'll have the—" Another groan escaped Maddy, despite her best efforts to stay composed. She tried to read the menu a third time, then gave up. "The cake!" she gasped, the first hopeful item that probably existed on it. "We'll have the cake."

"Sure. Chocolate or vanilla?"

Maddy tried to pull Zoey's head from between her thighs, but Zoey held on and explored even more aggressively. Maddy whined, hips jerking and twitching, and she gave up on trying to get Zoey to stop. She'd already been close to finishing, and the waitress's arrival had put her on the precipice.

"Z-Zoey," Maddy gasped. "Seriously. I can't—I'm going to—"

"Order," Zoey said firmly, pulling out only long enough to give the command. "She's waiting." She went back in. Maddy's legs squeezed around her head, and her body started to shake. She forced a response out. "T-The chocolate," she told the waitress, somehow making eye contact despite her flaming face and shaking body. "Please. Chocolate is fine."

"And that'll be it?"

"That's it," Maddy cried. She slid the menu aside, then shoved Zoey's head down with both hands. Zoey rubbed her nose into Maddy's pubic hair as she eagerly rode Maddy to her peak. "Thank you s-so much," Maddy groaned.

Her hips arched upward, and she finally started to come—whining and sputtering, toes curling, right in front of the waitress.

"It'll be right out," the waitress said cheerily—though also sounding confused. Zoey couldn't imagine what she thought of the situation. The illusion had to be close to breaking, regardless of how strong it was, and that the waitress was a civilian.

Hesitating a second longer, the waitress finally left.

Maddy sagged in relief, even as her hips kept jerking and shuddering with pleasure.

"That was s-so m-m-mean," she whined. Her climax built higher and higher, each word a challenge for her to get out. "But, gods, this is—so good."

Zoey was too occupied to respond. She held onto Maddy's thighs, exploring with her tongue.

Maddy covered her eyes with one arm, her other hand pushing Zoey's head down as she basked in wracking waves of pleasure. For a good minute, Zoey worked her through a twitching, prolonged climax.

Finally, Zoey pulled out, leaving a panting, sweating Maddy on top of the table. She looked around the restaurant. Unbelievably, the illusion hadn't broken. She did see several people staring at them, but their eyes politely averted when they were caught. They seemed befuddled, not shocked. Showcasing just how close they were riding the line. If Maddy hadn't been a third-advancement wayfarer, and purposefully reinforced the illusion, then it surely would have broken.

And it might still break. Zoey wasn't done.

She stood, gripped her cock, then slapped it down onto Maddy's stomach. Even more than Rosalie's frame, Zoey's cock was a monster when laid across the small girl. Maddy seemed stunned at the hot beast draped onto her stomach. Zoey tugged Maddy by her thighs, sliding the girl closer to her. Her cock slid up between flat breasts, even when her base was only at Maddy's entrance. Maddy, in a haze, rested a hand on Zoey's cock and pressed down, marveling at the sight.

"It's so hot," she murmured.

Zoey's cock twitched, and Maddy jumped with it.

Zoey grabbed and lifted Maddy's legs so they pointed up. She closed them around her cock. Soft thighs massaged her length, and Zoey sighed in pleasure. Maddy's wetness acted as a lubricant as she pulled her hips back, then slid forward, working Maddy's wetness in, using her thighs as a toy.

"How long before dessert is here, do you think?" Zoey murmured. "Think she'll finally see through us, when she comes back and sees you covered in cum?" She snorted. "We'll just say you're clumsy. That you spilled something. Maybe it'll work." She laughed at the ridiculousness. And for some reason, the idea was also strangely hot.

"I can't believe you made me do that," Maddy said, still recovering from her orgasm, her voice quavering as she stared down at Zoey's cock sliding between her thighs. "You're taking this too far. We're definitely gonna be caught."

"Not if you keep quiet. Just stop making so much noise."

"You're a bully," Maddy groaned, her lower lips rubbing against Zoey's cock with each slow thrust into her thighs. "A giant—ah—bully."

"Maybe if you didn't make it so easy. You're just so easy to play with."

Zoey picked up speed, slapping her hips into Maddy's thighs, noises growing louder. Slaps of flesh started to fill the restaurant, drawing more eyes. Still, only confused looks. But they drove Zoey wild anyway. She was really standing there, fucking Maddy's thighs in front of an audience. Most didn't know what they were looking at, magic completely rewriting what they saw, but still. Zoey winked at a dark-haired woman watching them, who blushed and averted her eyes back to her meal.

"Fuck," Zoey groaned. "You feel amazing. I'm not gonna last."

"That's probably a good thing," Maddy groaned. "And it's … it's crazy how big it is." A second hand joined the first, pressing Zoey's cock down into her body, giving pressure as Zoey slid between her thighs, on her stomach, and between her flat breasts. "I think I could even … almost …"

Maddy leaned forward, then wrapped her lips around Zoey's cock. Zoey groaned in unexpected pleasure. She slowed, thrusting in smaller bursts, letting Maddy keep her mouth latched to her. It was an awkward position, with Maddy curling forward to reach, but seeing the petite blue-haired girl have her lips around her cock even while Zoey used her thighs was shockingly erotic.

Maddy's tongue teased and played with her cock tip while Zoey rocked her hips back and forth. Whenever Zoey got too excited and pulled back too far, she popped out of Maddy's mouth, but the mage latched back eagerly as soon as she returned.

Zoey couldn't take it for long. She sped up, returning to her fast, long strokes from before, pulling out of Maddy's mouth and sliding her cock along Maddy's stomach and between her breasts. Maddy whimpered, her legs and thighs squeezing around Zoey's girth as best she could, providing a tight pressure, pleasuring the slippery member pumping up and down her.

A familiar heat started to wash across Zoey. She groaned. Her hips moved faster, loud grunts and slaps of flesh filling the air. She was vaguely aware that the looks from the restaurant patrons had turned into outright stares, but she couldn't care. All that mattered was the beautiful blue-haired girl laying beneath her, and the way her soft thighs felt against her cock. How Maddy's hands pressed her shaft down and into her stomach and breasts, further amplifying the pleasure. The begging look in Maddy's gray eyes, urging her on.

"Do it," Maddy murmured. "Cover me. Let go. It's fine."

It was the only encouragement Zoey needed. She slapped forward, burying herself into Maddy's thighs, then whined as she came, cock seizing. Thick ropes spurted onto Maddy's face, stomach, and chest. Each sticky strand draped itself across her body in a wild mess. With the force of each spurt, plenty flew past Maddy, onto the table too, trailing up and down her body. Zoey coated Maddy as she pumped between her thighs, a sticky mess of white completely covering the girl's pale, slender body.

Slowly, the world around her seeped back in. Zoey panted as she took in the sight before her. Maddy laying on the table, nearly drenched, eyes half-closed, fending away the thick strings glued across her eyelids. Her entire upper body, face, and hair was splattered with it.

For a moment, the two girls just panted at each other. Zoey slipped out from Maddy's thighs, and Maddy let her legs fall down. Zoey looked around the restaurant. Half the restaurant was leveling confused looks their way, but still—incredibly—nobody stared with shock. Who knew what they thought was going on, but it wasn't the truth. The illusion had held.

Then, as if by divine timing, the waitress returned, a single plate with chocolate cake in her hands. She paused, seeing Maddy laid out across the table, her entire upper half coated in cum. It looked like she'd taken fifty loads, not one.

The waitress glanced at Zoey, and her eyes flicked down to her softening cock. Her brow furrowed, and she stared for three full seconds. Finally, she shook her head.

"Well, darlings," she said brightly. "Here you go. Enjoy. And don't worry about that mess—I'll go grab something."