Divinity Rescue Corps
62- Annoying Yet Welcome News

The sun was rising and promising a warm day. A barely discernible breeze tickled at my exposed skin and my green hair. Across from me stood Tara, bronze of skin and long of leg, finally releasing her Slitherwind and striding towards me. Her eyes weren’t bronze like they had been when I’d last seen her, meaning she’d taken one of the pills back at HQ. She still looked just as lithe, just as toned, and just as beautiful as she had been when she’d left almost a week ago.

“So,” she said, walking towards me.

You’d better believe I fracked Tara until she was begging for me to fill her up, yet again.

“I guess it’s a good thing we’re both naked already,” I said. “It’ll make fracking you easier.”

“You gonna give me enough for another full week away from you?” she asked, with considerably less venom than before.

“Come here and clamp those thighs around my head and we’ll see how well I frack you,” I told her quietly, a smile spreading over my face.

She lost all her annoyance in an instant, and leapt onto me. Wrapping her arms and legs around me, she kissed me fiercely and pressed her blazing midsection against my stomach.

As for me, I held her by the butt and made sure she didn’t fall. Tara had a thing about wrapping her legs around me and locking her ankles together. I loved it when she did this. I grew hard rapidly, and the head pressed against her even as she lashed at me with her tongue and got her hands over every part of me.

Tara was a talker normally, but now it was her hands that did the talking. They were on my shoulders, up and down my back, up into my scalp and threaded into my hair, and then back down. When she finally broke the kiss and gave me smoldering eyes, she had touched every part of me she could get her hands on: jaw, ears, neck, traps, shoulders, and she’d tried to get at my butt with her fingertips.

“Somebody needs this badly,” I told her. Hell, I’d just had sex the night before with Cinzy, and the morning afterwards with Vellenia. They were spoiling me now.

“Yes,” she moaned. “I didn’t think it could be like this. I don’t know what you did to me, you monster, but I can’t stop thinking about it.”

A few brave trees stood on top of this tall, phallic rock, and I got her leaning up against one of them so I could put my enhanced tongue to work. With my newly upgraded tongue, I went to work slipping it between her folds and deep inside her. She tried weakly to protest at first, but in seconds I had her moaning loudly.

Then I spent a Likability Token to activate Pleasure’s Bounty to enhance the pleasure of this act, and listened to her appreciative moans double in length and volume.

“Fuh… Fletcher!” She gasped. “What… what are you…”

She only lasted five minutes, with me slurping up her drooling juices and wriggling my tongue against her hyper sensitive clit. I alternated tonguing her hole and tickling that little bud with my fingers, and swirling my tongue around it again and again, while curling my fingers up inside her.

The whole time, she tensed and tensed and tensed, further and further into the familiar coiled spring setting that said they were about to let go. Finally, I reached up and tweaked one nipple to the pressure she liked, with my enhanced tongue curled into the inner spot she loved to have stroked, while my other hand rubbed over her clit gently.

She went off hard, knees buckling and needing me to support her as she melted to the ground.

For a good minute, she just stared in a daze, like she wasn’t sure where she was or if this might be a dream of some kind. I smiled indulgently, feeling amazing that I could grant a girl so hot this kind of ecstasy. Finally, her eyes drifted over and locked onto my face.

“Fork me, Fletcher… who taught you that?”

I just smiled. “Stand up… it’s time to get the fracking you wanted.”

Squealing like a high schooler about to see their favorite heartthrob on stage, she bolted to her feet and jumped back into my arms. A rain of kisses followed, while she narrated everything she’d been feeling.

“I can’t believe you found my g-spot,” she gushed. “You got it—” Kiss. “—with your fingers.” Kiss. “Ohhh that was so—” Kiss. “—so amazing.” Several kisses. “And then—” Kiss. “—oh em gee, you—” Kiss, followed by her tongue lashing at my lips. “—you got it with your tongue!” Kiss. “I can’t believe—” Kiss. “I can’t believe—” Yet another kiss. “How did you—”

I reached down and pulled my cock back and forth over her drooling slit. Delighting in the gasps this produced, I continued. Not for long though, because she began growling with impatience.

“Yes,” she confirmed. “It’s time. Tara needs that big D, Fletcher.” She threw back her head and groaned again. “Oh em geeeeeeee Fletcher, put it in me.”

I kept right on teasing her, raking my head slowly over her slit, bumping her clit just a tiny bit and making her moan out her readiness to get right to he main event. Right. Now.

“Inside,” she commanded, and nipped at my ear with teeth. “Now, Fletcher, don’t make me wait. Put that cock to good use, okay?”

One last rake was all it took to get myself lubed up with her secretions, before I hunched forward and slipped inside.

Tara sighed and let her head fall back. “There it is. That’s what I’ve been thinking about for hours with a giant snake between my legs. This snake is what I’ve been dreaming about. Fork me, Fletcher.”

As requested, I pulled her butt up and down to impale her again and again. She simply held on for dear life. The pleasure from the special ability was ramping up, and I was thankful to support my partner’s entire bodyweight. It was distraction enough to keep from bursting inside her. She was tighter than before. Hotter. Wetter. She felt so good squeezing down on every bit of me with every bit of her.

At first, she kept up the stream of dirty talk. “Stretch out Tara’s pussy, Fletcher. Ohhhh… Pound me until I can’t walk.”

I switched up positions and settled her hands on a rock, as sticking out towards me. Then I lifted one leg and re-entered her. Gods but she was so beautiful. Shining in the morning sunlight. Vocal in her appreciation. Both wet and tight. The dirty talk was interrupted by heft moans now.

“Unhhh… fork me… Fletcher. Ohhhh yeah… just… like that. Slow and d-deep. Ugh.”

She was flexible enough that I could bring her one leg up onto my shoulder and grab onto her thigh for leverage. She was strong enough and had the balance and power of an Olympic athlete.

“Oh my gods…” she muttered. “So deep. So… forking… deep. Make… make me cum… Fletcher…”

I continued pounding away, but now got one hand on her clit and played it like I’d been shown.

Her whole body tensed down and she eased her head onto her hands, clutching the stone here for dear life while I railed her. With long, deliberate strokes I brought her right to the edge.

“You want it?” I hissed in her ear. “Inside? Again?”

She nodded into her hands. “Inside! Ohhh fuhh... Fletcher I’m…”

With a final mighty thrust, I took her over that edge, and got there right as her inner muscles clamped down on me and started squeezing on me like a fist. I could only guess what it was that drove Tara to have me empty all my passion directly to where it would create the most complications, but she asked for it every time.

She got it every time.

I came, and came, and came. I cried out and she seemed to harmonize with me. Her leg slipped off my shoulder, and this helped her keep her feet. Those long, toned legs flexed and quivered, up on her tip toes. She looked like a statue like this, with her metallic skin.

She was panting from the exertion and from the pleasure I’d overwhelmed her with. However, I wasn’t done. I hadn’t seen Tara for almost a week, and she had gone beyond the original mandate of the mission for me.

We did it once more after that, with her riding me and reaching back to rake my sack lightly with her nails. In the meantime, she pressed a hand against her belly. “I can feel you,” she told me, “rearranging my guts. You’re not human, Fletcher. You’re something else.”

I grinned, and continued thrusting upwards while watching her perfect boobs bounce. And when she took her hand away, amazingly, I could see a bit of a bulge appear every time she slammed her hips down and got the full length of me inside her.

And she came again. And then again. I watched and felt every spasm and twitch, and the second time she came on top of me, she was begging me to seed her yet again.

And I will say, I was too far gone. I couldn’t have pushed her off if I’d wanted to. She already had a load inside her, and she’d taken some eight or so before that. She was going to get another one, right now. I grunted and gritted my teeth, and did my best to spurt all the way.

In the aftermath, we cuddled in the gigantic branches of the weird trees here. She stroked my face, and stroked my cock, and afterwards she stroked herself, bringing her fingers up to see the copious amount of seed that had leaked out.

She sighed. “I guess I’ll be heading back.”

I chuckled, tired. “Actually, you don’t have to.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I have the recipe for making the medication. It’s a Healer product, after all. Rainer spends most of his time manufacturing those pills, or outsourcing the work to the administration. The Wizards can’t use magic to make it, but there are so many who come here and want to be Wizards that they have to spend some time every week making those pills.”

You could develop a non-class skill if you had enough time and practice; I was proof enough of that.

“We spent a lot of time working on the project that seemed pressing, we just assumed you would have the pills when you came back. But it won’t be a big deal for me to make that stuff. Collect ingredients, then follow the instructions to work up a batch. Everybody will be fine by this time tomorrow.”

She shot up, staring at me. “You mean to tell me you could’ve done this the whole time, and the whole week you could’ve been stuffing my tiny little pussy with your big fat cock?”

When she put it like that? No. I had the egg situation to deal with, and leadership meetings to conduct, and natives to reassure, and herb collecting to do.

And also a few of the other girls to service.

“Not… really,” I said, and explained all that we’d been up to.

“Well I’m still very… um… annoyed with you. Wait… who have you been having sex with?”

I gritted my teeth and smiled awkwardly. “Almost… everybody?”

***

“How is it everyone in this other world is ultra beautiful, anyhow?” Sarah demanded. She was helping my father in the kitchen, but had peeked her head out into the dining room, where I continued telling the story to my fascinated mother.

So far as they knew, Tara and I simply went up onto that mountaintop and had a discussion about what had been going on, then she’d extracted an apology from me instead of several potent loads of my seed. Finally, she was surprised, overjoyed, and more than a little annoyed to learn she’d traveled to HQ and back when she hadn’t needed to.

“Eh… you know how my body doesn’t look like it used to?”

“Duh,” she said. “You’re like a Mr. Universe version of the Toph I remember.”

“It all comes from the system stats,” I said.

If you boosted Likability and Physicality, you were going to turn into a physically more beautiful version of yourself. Just Physicality would transform your body, while Likability would cause some minor facial changes, but ramp up your natural charisma. Or in my case, create some natural charisma where there wasn’t any before.

My mother admonished me, telling me not to talk like that, and I ducked my head as though she’d just threatened me with a rolling pin.

I could sense the next few questions coming: if you have a high Physicality, why aren’t you a mountain of muscle? I was still a sort of lanky person, more like a mountain climber mixed with a runner’s build than a power lifter or a body builder.

“Anyway, the process basically refines whatever’s there. You can have a high Physicality and still be a skinny guy like Drat, because most of his Physicality is in quickness and controlled movement, for stealth. My Physicality is sort of a balance of power and dexterity. Larelle is a hundred percent muscle. She would have a million followers on InstaSnap easy.”

“Or people would run for the hills to get away from her,” my father declared, out of sight but definitely still listening.

We all had a chuckle. Yeah, a seven foot mountain of muscle with orange skin, no nose, and so much hair you’d wonder if she had a genetic problem… would cause a stir.

“So you whipped up these pills?” my mother asked.

I nodded. “They took some time to perfect without using Tokens, so I got the mixture wrong a couple of times before getting it right. I wanted to save the Tokens for the thing with the glowing underwear.”

I had already failed at enough cures with the God of Footfalls that I did not want a repeat. I was growing certain that this situation was one of a kind, or complex enough that I was going to fail repeatedly.

My mother slid a pale hand across the dinner table and laid it on mine. It was cool to the touch, and dry, reminding me of a mummy. But she wasn’t gone. She was still hale and hearty, as hale and hearty as one could be when they’d had three different surgeries to remove tumors and two different rounds of chemo over the course of four years. And here she was, trying to make me feel better about my circumstances.

“So what did you do after the magic pills were done?”

“I want to know what happens when they take these magic pills,” Sarah called. “I need details.”

I grinned. “You got it.”

“That will totally reassure me this isn’t all a figment of your very elaborate imagination and it was a hundred percent real.”

I locked eyes with my mother, grinned, and rolled my eyes far more than was necessary. She snorted before throwing back her head and laughing.

This is Christopher hearing and seeing the mother her grew up with, at least for a little while.

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