Divinity Rescue Corps
60- Tighty Whities Of The Gods

By the time we had all the pieces of clothing back in the former hatchery and now my laboratory, I was completely exhausted. Cinzy asked me to meet with her to talk about this. She needed to give the Marshins some kind of news regarding my job.

I wearily agreed, and sent everyone else to bed. Vellenia retired to my tent outside the building, and Cinzy watched that happen.

Her hair was purple, green and gold today, and the patches on her skin had begun to shift places around her body faster. The colors they turned were cycling quicker. It was another reminder of Tara and her mission: to reach HQ, get more of the pills that stopped us from absorbing too much mana, and get back to where we now were. The only problem with that was she’d left without knowing which village we’d eventually find. It was two problems in one: Tara was part of the team and needed to be here, for one. We needed those pills before something unknown happened to us from all the mana, for two.

“Hey!” she said quietly, but cheerfully, and put a hand on my arm. “You did great today. I’m starting to think you’re more of a Bard than I am.”

I smiled, and tried not to let the tiredness show. I knew she needed reassurance about her place on the team, and she needed my help to do her job.

“You did great,” I told her. “Exactly what the team needed… and you sent Fairy Poppins off on a mission to follow those other angel jellyfish.”

She smirked. “Angellies… awesome name.”

“Here’s what I can tell you about the cure: almost nothing.”

She frowned, so I took her into the hatchery building that now served as my laboratory. I had herbs and plants drying, hanging from the rafters, other plants and algae growing, mushrooms cut up into cubes and drying on workspaces, and on one table, the clay tablets with the various cures for magical and spiritual illnesses that Rainer had sent along with Alan. Clearly, there were no dual-type illnesses, and no dual-type cures for that matter.

Cinzy read along, close enough that her arm brushed against mine. She read through the different names, looked at the cures and how they were concocted.

“This is all really complicated,” she said.

“Potion brewing,” I said. “It’s kind of like mage spellcasting except a lot more stirring is involved. And hopefully fewer fireballs.”

She chuckled, and in the slight wince I recalled she’d been stung by the Angelly.

“Show me your wound,” I told her.

“It’s not a big—”

“Show it to me,” I said. Her job was to soften the blow to the Marshins about the time frame of getting this cure put together: half past never. My job was to make sure when people got the business end of a holy-damage-inflicting jellyfish with angel wings and a halo, they healed up properly.

She showed me her other arm, where a section of her tricep was bone white, like a tiny lightning bolt. She seemed more uncomfortable with me touching her than with the actual damage.

“It’s only about ten percent of my HP,” she said. “It’s all right.”

“I’m going to breathe on you,” I told her. “Don’t be alarmed.”

Treatment check: You will automatically succeed in treating the holy damage using Healer’s Breath. While this will cure immediate damage, it will not cure the underlying affliction without a check. Would you like to make this check?

Holy damage was no joke. I mentally gave my assent, and breathed onto Cinzy’s arm. The Affinity check for the healing ended up succeeding, thankfully.

A wash of menthol and mint green steam billowed out of my mouth and over her wound. She shivered, and goosebumps popped up.

Treatment check: You have the Treatment (elixirs) skill at rank 3, and the associated Attribute is Affinity. The check is Difficult, requiring 4 successes. Would you like to spend 2 Tokens for an automatic success?

Total Tokens: 5 Affinity and 7 Free Tokens.

*Note: This check qualifies for the Hard At Work bonus of double Token value.

More Tokens. Still, I didn’t want to mess this up. I went Yes and watched as the two Tokens went cla-cling! into existence, with the familiar form of a fairy on the one side. They dissipated into thin air, and I watched in fascination as the white wound covering her arm fizzled up into motes of white light. They winked out, like embers drifting up out of a camp fire.

“Ohhh.”

“You okay?” I asked.

“It was a… strange feeling,” she said, then flashed her patented smile at me. “Fletcher, you’re my hero!”

I tipped an imaginary cap at her. “Just doing my job, ma’am.”

“Ugh, don’t call me that. I’m way too young to have anybody call me an old lady.”

“Noted.” I gathered up several vials that I’d left out and put them carefully back into their leather sleeves in the trunk I had. It was full of sturdy vials, beakers and flasks, but they were still glass.

“Hey Fletcher?”

When I turned to look back at her, she’d adopted a weird pose: leaning over the tall stool the natives had supplied, both hands together. It had the effect of squashing her perfect breasts together, and giving me a view of her cleavage that was total. Large, dark maroon nipples peeked out on the insides of her arms, and shit I was staring where I wasn’t supposed to.

Cinzy knew it. Dragging my eyes up to her face, I noted the satisfied smile immediately.

“We never had our dinner,” she said.

“We did not,” I confirmed. “Really sorry… it’s been one thing after another once we got here. I thought the nudity thing would be resolved sooner.”

“It’s all right,” she said. Her butt was swaying back and forth, reminding me of a hypnotist’s charm on a string. Back and forth, back and forth. You will fall under my spell. When I snap my fingers, you will do anything I say.

“I just… you know, I wanted to get to know you better.” She straightened, allowing her boobs to jiggle back to their regular position. My eyes immediately fell down there, and I blinked the sight away. “But then you used that special ability, and I learned all about you!”

Oh. Right. Blissense. We had sort of… shared a glimpse into one another’s passions and desires… and kinks. And I learned all about Cinzy’s predilections.

“All. About. You.”

“What happened to you the other night? After we healed the eggs?”

“We uh… had a dance party,” she said. “A whole bunch of the younger Marshins weren’t really ready for…um…”

“Mating?”

She nodded. “We joined the Marshells and the eggs, and they were kind of bored and tired. And I knew the eggs needed to stay cheerful. Happy. Anyway. We were talking about you, and me.”

“Cinzy,” I said.

“Don’t use that tone with me,” she pouted. “That’s the ‘I have some bad news’ tone, right before you tell me that you have another girl. You don’t, you can’t… you just got here. You haven’t been here that long.”

Apparently Cinzy had no idea how fast some women could work.

“Wait, you’re not gay, are you?” She narrowed her eyes. “I have pretty good gaydar. I would know. But just in case, you have to tell me.”

I chuckled. “Not gay.” Then, before she could open her mouth again, I got in her space. Closing the gap between us caused her to suck in a bit of air. “Would it bother you if I had another girl?” I asked.

Her eyes widened. “Uh… that’s kind of a weird question.”

“And what if I made it clear that I wasn’t interested in being tied down right now?”

 A spark of understanding lit up her features, but she was getting aroused just thinking about the situation we were in. “I didn’t take you for a playboy, Fletcher. It was one of the things I liked about you.”

I shrugged the question off as unimportant. “It sounds like you want to be the center of my whole universe… but I just bonded a Nakamamon and we’ve already mated a couple of times.”

Cinzy’s jaw dropped open. “You… and the… well of course, I guess, I could see that happening. That’s… wow. Okay.”

I took another half step forward. “She has no designs on stopping me from mating with humans, though.” Cinzy’s blush deepened and spread. It was nice to see her on the defensive now, off balance.

If she knew I was with Vellenia, that… sort of qualified as her knowing I wasn’t sleeping around. As long as she knew I wasn’t aiming at an exclusive relationship, that would cover potential problems… hopefully.

As always, being faced with a woman who was launch-10,000-ships gorgeous was a sobering, astonishing experience for me. She was one in a million, and the system had enhanced that to one in a billion. We were, finally, discussing me doing the most intimate acts you could conceive of with someone. The type of things guys with growth plate injuries and scoliosis did not do with the Helen of Troys of the world.

“I just want you to know this up front… my attitude on these things might not be what you’re used to, or what you can handle.”

And the ultimate test of how fundamentally odd this reality could be was staring down into the space at my hardening cock.

“What attitude is that?” Her voice came out in a quavering whisper, husky and throaty. She dragged her eyes away from the few inches of space between us, where my body was reacting to her presence.

“When I’m with you, you get to be the center of my universe. I can treat you like a goddess. I can try my best to make every moment amazing. But I won’t be exclusive.” I smiled, half apology and half jokingly. “Also this all-the-time nudity thing is super distracting.”

She let out half a laugh. “Fletcher…”

“So if you want me to make love to you, that’s what you have to know before you decide.”

She didn’t hesitate. Instead the words came out in a breath that went into my mouth.

“I’m ready.”

By now I was hard. Rock hard. This heavenly angel—who could have absolutely anybody had just agreed, knowingly or unknowingly—to share me with at least three other women.

I bridged the last of the gap between us, and kissed her softly on the lips. She responded by wrenching herself onto me and getting as much bodily contact as possible in: her belly, boobs, her thighs, and her sweet pussy was now pressed against me. Her arms wrapped around me, up under my arms until her fingers wrapped around to my shoulders. The sides of her feet were even pressed to the insides of mine.

The kiss was divine, and went on. She moaned in her throat several times, slowly beginning to hump against me. She tried my crotch first, and once she had my cock pinned between her thighs, began rocking forward and back. Coating me with her already-flowing juices.

The UI asked if I’d like to enhance our sensations using Pleasure’s Bounty, and I agreed. As much as I wanted to heal up this god from its clothes, I wanted to impress Cinzy even more. When we finished here, I wanted her to believe beyond a shadow of a doubt that it wouldn’t matter how many women I slept with, so long as she and I could do it again.

Breaking the kiss, I immediately noted the sex-drunk expression: half-lidded eyes, the rosy cheeks, the parted lips, and the shudder.

“Lay back,” I told her, “and spread your legs.” I hadn’t done this in the past, but I thought now was the time. The one thing I absolutely needed was to have Cinzia Graham utterly convinced that I was some kind of sex god by the end of this session. I put a skill point into Tongue, and another one into Adaptability.

Cinzy’s breathing quickened further, and she obeyed. One hop later and she was up onto the workbench I’d just cleared off, going back onto her elbows and watching me intently.

I also wanted to take my time. Running my hands over her thighs and up her stomach, I cupped each one of her perky boobs in my hands and thumbed her nipples in lazy circles. Soon I had the first one in my mouth, followed by the second.

The Tongue Quality made my tongue stronger and more dextrous, along with a little longer. I used this to my advantage, swirling it around and around. Cinzy had an impressive and unique set of nipples, which lengthened out both thick and long. They were the biggest and longest of any of my partners so far… and apparently the most sensitive.

“Fletcher,” she moaned, “Ohhhh Fletcher, what are you…” She stopped there as a throaty groan escaped. Like with the others, I felt the coiling spring of orgasm tightening down toward the point of no return. She shuddered, said my name, and clutched at my head.

And just as she was about to go off, I stopped.

“Wha—“

I knelt down between her spread legs while she whined and complained. That all cut right off when I shoved my newly enhanced tongue between her lower lips.

The spring that indicated her imminent orgasm had begun to unwind after I released her nipple, but it went right back to coiling down, and faster than before.

Cinzy had a larger clit than I was used to as well, and I took full advantage of that fact by gliding my tongue up one side and down the other. Now her fingers were in my hair and she clamped her legs onto my head. It blotted out most of the sound, and I soon heard the rushing of my own blood, but her moans were still there, only muffled. I didn’t let the pressure stop me, but went right on servicing her delicious pussy.

She jerked once, twice, and the fingers tightened in my hair before she climaxed. The pressure on my head intensified. Arching her back brought her ass up off the workbench, and took me with it.

The next climax came barely five minutes of licking and nipple play later, but this one had the added benefit of her begging me to wait, that she was too sensitive.

But I’d been down deep into the mind of Cinzy, and I knew what she wanted. As the second one was doing, I stood and plunged myself into her scorching, slippery slit.

More back arching. More shaking and shuddering. Eyes rolled back in her head and hands scrabbling for something to hold on to. Like I was the force of gravity and she had no control over anything that was happening.

Cinzy’s pussy admitted me greedily, for the first three inches at least. After that I needed to slowly saw in and out to loosen her up. She rode the wave of what was surely an intense orgasm before getting up on her elbows and staring at me.

“F-fletcher,” she breathed, and something strange happened: she gushed. Some kind of fluid burst out of her unexpectedly, splashing up against my midsection and flowing down my body. It was warm, and feeling it trickle down either side of my cock was unique. Not unwelcome, just odd.

I pushed, slowly and inexorably, until I was buried inside her. Her head fell back and another string of disbelieving noises emerged. By now I was having my own trouble, thinking my orgasm might be imminent. Gods but she was tight. Once I was nestled inside, the pressure loosened, and I breathed out a long sigh.

“Turn over,” I told her, sliding ever-so-slowly out of her. “Hop down.”

She scrambled to obey me now, presenting her glorious ass in my direction. So much of her juices and her squirting juices had gotten all over me and her that this next part wasn’t as difficult as I thought.

I leaned over her back, and breathed, “I’m going to fuck your ass now.”

Her breath caught, before a tiny, almost inaudible word came out of her. “Okay.”

She helped, reaching back and spreading her cheeks to either side, exposing her back door to me. That was all it took: I lined up the head and began pressing inwards.

For a long time, there was nothing: no sound from her, no forward motion. No progress. She was holding her breath, and clenched tight.

“It’s okay,” I told her. “Go limp.”

Resting her head on the workbench seemed to help. The head popped inside her, and all the breath went out of her in a whoosh. After that was a ragged moan. Adaptability had mitigated the pain of my enhanced Girth from the other Quality, shrinking me slightly so she could handle it. I’d need Adaptability for every point of Girth I had, or I would break this girl.

What followed were twenty minutes of the slowest sex I’d had yet. It was just me going millimeter by millimeter for a while, and her twitching and grunting. Eventually I forced another inch in there, and she seemed to come to life. Getting one leg under her, she slid one hand down and began playing with herself.

“You like it?” I asked. “You like Fletcher’s cock up your ass?”

She couldn’t say the words. Instead she just nodded into the workbench and strummed her clit.

“This is what you wanted,” I told her, and again she could do nothing but nod. “The most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen in my life wanted a big, fat, cock, in her ass.” I punctuated the words with slow, deep thrusts.

“Yes,” she cried, when I first felt my abdomen press against her perfect ass. “Oh my gods, yes.”

I lost track of the number of times her ass clamped down on me and she came again. Eventually I started making Durability checks, aided by the Stave Off Quality. She came at least four more times between the first check, which I succeeded, and the fourth check, which I failed.

I grunted, told her she was going to get an ass full of my cum, and emptied it all into her before she could try to speak.

“There,” I breathed in her ear. “You’re gorgeous, and you’re even more gorgeous when you come with my cock up inside your butt.”

“Oh my gods,” she whispered. “Oh my gods.”

“Was it everything you hoped it would be?”

Her face didn’t seem to register the words, and staring off into the middle distance, she slowly nodded.

“That’s good,” I told her. “I can’t wait to do it again.” With exaggerated slowness, I extracted myself from her rear end.

This is Christopher beginning to accept the truth.