This Ascent to Divinity is Lewder Than Expected

7.05 – ❤ Self-Care I

Delta summoned her Shadow.

Black light materialized, fading in from nothingness until a figure stood in front of her, their eyes locked. Despite having seen it many times, the sight still sent a shiver down her spine. Her own face staring blankly back at her. A mirror copy, down to the exact detail, but formed of various shades of translucent black.

Their outfits were identical too. Delta was wearing a loose purple tank top and jeans, casual wear that she'd thrown on upon returning to the d'Celestin estate. Her clone wore equivalent black copies. She took a second to admire the way her tits were pressed together by the shirt's tight fabric, and the way the jeans hugged her hips. She blamed the clenching in her stomach on how Zoey had riled her up; she wouldn't ogle herself so blatantly in a normal circumstance. Or maybe she would've.

She glanced at Zoey. Her girlfriend was sprawled in the chair, one arm over the armrest, head resting on the palm of her other hand. An amused smirk was on her lips. Already enjoying the show, even if it hadn't started.

"Taking your time, aren't you?" Zoey asked. "Hurry up and get yourselves naked."

Delta's cheeks heated. "Bossy much? I'm working on it."

"And do it at the same time," Zoey said. "Let's see how good your control is." As an afterthought, "Put some passion into it."

Well… since she'd been ordered to, she guessed she'd oblige. Her heart rate picked up as she took two steps forward and pressed herself into the other girl—into the shadowy black mirror image of herself. Her hands found the girl's waist, and, leaning in, their breasts pressing together, her lips found her own mouth. They kissed.

Delta's heart jumped in excitement. The softness of her own lips, the warmth of her body, the taste of herself, and not just that, but how they were mirrored twice over: two sets of sensations coursing through her head. The clone responded, kissing back, but of course it was Delta herself controlling it. Both halves were entirely in her own control.

Adapting the mindset to pilot two bodies at once hadn't been easy, but she was picking it up. There needed to be a separation of sorts, a partition in her brain where she could focus on one of herself while not thinking about the other, and vice versa. Yet at the same time, thinking about both and coordinating both sets of limbs. It was a very strange mental exercise, and probably one that had only become possible thanks to the skill itself: a new set of instincts that, while they had to be trained, had been magically inserted into her head.

She 'put passion' into slowly tearing off her clone's clothes, and her clone did the same in return. She kissed herself, tongues playing in her own mouth twice over, briefly breaking apart to pull the clone's shirt up over her head and throw it aside. She yanked the girl's bra off next, and then her own came too, her shadow tossing it to the side. Delta found herself pushing the other girl into the wall in her eagerness, groping her tits as she pulled on her lower lip with her teeth, the sensation of the soft flesh making her moan.

Her jeans came undone by fumbling shadow hands, and together she kicked the clothing off, returning the favor shortly—leaving the two of them in just their panties. Delta dropped to her knees, biting the edge of the girl's shadowy black panties to pull them down with her teeth. Her clone yanked her up by the hair afterward, and, oh, she kind of liked that. Sometimes the other half of her brain could catch her off guard, nonsensical as it was. The shadow shoved her forward, making Delta stumble and fall onto the bed. Grabbing Delta's panties, the shadow yanked off the last bit of her clothing, leaving both of them naked.

She was well and thoroughly wet by then. It was weird, so incredibly weird, to be aroused by herself, to be doing all these things and feeling them from both sides—knowing it was her doing it, and yet somehow not fully cognizant of the fact.

Lying on the bed, legs slightly spread, she panted up at the clone standing near the edge of the mattress looking down at her. Her attention lingered on the shadowy-black, slightly transparent naked body of herself for a moment, the curve of her breasts and her nipples, her flat stomach, her wide hips, before they both looked over to Zoey.

"Well?" Delta said. "That was coordinated, wasn't it? Told you I've gotten better." She was slightly breathless. Controlling her clone was easier when absorbed into a task, when she didn't have time or headspace to worry about getting it wrong.

"Very impressive," Zoey agreed, her gaze roaming across the two naked girls. Her pants were straining upward, expectedly, though she'd made no move to undress herself: she was simply enjoying the show.

Would she be joining in? Surely she wouldn't just watch the whole time. Would she?

Zoey raised a hand, and a potion appeared in it.

"Catch."

Thankfully Delta didn't embarrass herself: the clone caught the thrown object as easily as she herself would have, perhaps the more appropriate demonstration that she was becoming combat-ready with the skill. The shadow looked down at the vial and inspected it, with Delta being able to read it through her eyes.

"You're kidding."

"You two already went at it the normal way, didn't you?" Zoey asked, amused. "This'll be even more fun."

Delta's face progressively turned deeper shades of red. A cock-growing potion. Zoey had thrown a cock-growing potion to her shadow. She wanted her to not just fuck herself, but in that way?

Somehow it was so, so much more embarrassing of an idea. Fingering herself and eating herself out was one thing. Just regular masturbation, really, with some extra steps. But growing a cock and— and—

Her pussy throbbed with arousal.

She was a little mad Zoey knew how much the idea would turn her on.

She hesitated for a long moment, but with Zoey watching expectantly, she forced herself to act. Tipping the glass back, she poured the vial of liquid down her clone's throat and swallowed.

She hadn't even been sure if it would work, since the clone was supposed to mirror her body, but it did. In a handful of seconds, a throbbing nine-inch shadow cock had sprouted between the girl's legs. The shadow's cock was identical to her own if she herself had taken the potion, right down to the vein. It bobbed and twitched with her arousal, Delta's own arousal, and her eyes followed every movement of it.

The clone's fingers traced its length, and a shudder of pleasure went through her, making her bite her lip. She could feel her hand on her cock: the hand that wasn't actually hers, and the cock that wasn't actually hers. What would it feel like? Being inside herself? Filling and being filled and having the sensations of both?

"Don't go too fast," Zoey murmured. "Work into it."

Ugh. And then there was that. The fact she was being watched. Her face might have melted even with the knowledge she was alone, with privacy for the degenerate things she was fantasizing about. But her girlfriend was sitting right there, not just watching, but the one ordering her to act.

Her stomach squeezed.

She called her clone forward, sitting up as the shadow came to the edge of the bed, and suddenly nine inches of shadowy cock were right in front of her. Her own cock. Shadowy, twitching, pulsing, with those tantalizing thick veins. Begging for her lips to wrap around it, to be worshipped with her mouth.

She bit her lip, hesitating for an even longer moment, before reaching out. Slow and steady, she told herself. Just get a feel for it first. Work into things. And don't get carried away.

Easy to think. Not so easy to do. It was a lurid image, the idea of splitting herself open, her pussy wrapping around her own cock to milk herself dry.

Her fingers wrapped around the girl's shaft, and a shiver went through her. Her clone's cock twitched in her fingers. A second hand joined it. Then a third, and fourth, and suddenly they were playing with her cock as a duo. At nine inches, it wasn't Zoey's monster, but nine inches was still a lot of fucking cock: there was enough space for two girls to play with. She stroked up and down with one hand, squeezed, traced the head, trading places with the other set of hands as they worked together.

Delta squeezed her knees together, aware of how wet she was. Wet for her own cock, she realized with a burst of embarrassment. Her own cock. She was playing with herself, and her pussy was throbbing, aching with the need to get fucked. She needed to be fucked by her own cock. It was such a filthy thought, but one that had a moan slipping from her lips. The sound came from both her and the clone, blending together.

She leaned forward, her lips kissing the head, and she gently took her first taste of her own cock.