This Ascent to Divinity is Lewder Than Expected 7.19 – The Eldest Sister I

7.19 – The Eldest Sister I

Unsurprisingly, it was Delta who broke the shocked silence.

"That's one way to et the family," she mused. "She seems nice, though? Doesn't have a stick up her ass like the other one, at least."

Rosalie jerked out of her horrified statue-like state. The girl made a sort of screaming noise in the back of her throat. Zoey learned that, just like how sligirls could blush, they could also go pale. The light blue goo making up Rosalie's face went several shades whiter.

"I—I need to catch up to her. Before she says sothing."

She scrambled from where she was hanging between Zoey and Delta, and both girls shuddered at their cocks leaving the tight holes that had been squeezing them. Zoey might have been disappointed if not for her own concern at Elodie's abrupt introduction. And that she'd already been satisfied multiple tis. Another would've been nice, yes, but she wouldn't die if she was denied her last climax.

Rosalie was so flustered she almost rushed out the door as she was: naked, and still a sligirl. She spun in a one-eighty and rushed for the clothes discarded on the floor. Picking up her bra, she froze a second ti.

"Don't think you should go out like that," Delta said, leaning back on both elbows and grinning—enjoying the unfolding disaster, clearly less concerned with the possible consequences than her two partners. "Unless you wanna explain to everyone why you're made out of sli, at least. And the white globs floating inside your stomach," she snickered, pointing at Rosalie's midriff. "We've done a number on you, princess."

Rosalie's mouth opened and closed, her brain obviously running at maximum speed as she tried to figure out what to do.

Zoey, at least, ca to her rescue, unlike the purple sli kicking her feet on the bed as she cackled in amusent. She pulled out a potion and tossed it to Rosalie.

"Effect cleanser. Should turn you back." They were expensive, but 'expensive' didn't an much to the heiress of the d'Celestin family, and this was an ergency. "She's not gonna go and tell anyone, will she?"

"Probably not?" Rosalie said, downing the potion in one frantic gulp. She shivered as her gooey form did, indeed, slowly revert back to her more human self—which Zoey appreciated in its own right. "Not my father at least. Elodie … wouldn’t. But then again, it's Elodie. There's no saying what she'll do. She's worse than Delta, in so ways."

"Hey. What’s that supposed to an?"

Worse than Delta? If it was Rosalie saying that, her older sister really must be chaotic. Then again, she had kicked down their bedroom door on a whim.

"I'll be back," Rosalie said, yanking her clothes on and disappearing into the bathroom to spray perfu and freshen up in whatever quick way she could. She hurried out thirty seconds later. "I can't believe she just kicked her way in. The door was locked for a reason. Elodie! I can’t believe her." Growling, the second of the d'Celestin sisters disappeared into the hallway.

"That was hilarious," Delta said. "Should we go after her?"

"Probably best she handles her sister alone." They, obviously, wouldn't know how to deal with her. They hadn't even t yet. Officially.

"Hm. In that case, wanna keep going?"

Zoey paused.

Well, she had already done what she could, and it was in Rosalie’s hands now. No reason to waste the potions, she supposed.

***

Rosalie rushed out into the hallway, head pivoting left and right while she tried to catch sight of that annoying, no-respect-for-privacy, troubleso woman she called a sister. But there wasn't a trace. Running to the room in the royal wing reserved for Elodie, she skidded to a stop, about to fling the door open—but there was a note plastered to the wood, black ink scrawled hastily to form a few sentences.

Dear perverted sister of mine,

We have so much to talk about. et in the garden?

p.s. Two at once?! You work fast. I'm so proud of you