Divinity Rescue Corps
66- A Fly in the Ointment

Over the course of a week, I managed to raise my Identify skill to level 5. Beastmaster did give me a bonus to Identify Nakamamon, but not gods.

In that time also, I had some good relaxation time with Vellenia, with Tara, and once with Ivy and Isabelle.

Each night in my tent, Vellenia appeared and laid with me. If I’d been out that day with Trent or Tara looking for Nakamamon to Identify, she was far more cuddly and insistent that she satisfy me sexually. If we’d spent the day researching in the lab, preparing ingredients or sorting them out, she was less likely to demand a good forking. In both cases she wanted to lay directly on top of me, or be spooned. Let me tell you, having a fish tail sticking out above her butt made spooning a unique experience. Vellenia was so cuddly and physically affectionate.

Each time I went out with Tara, the athletic and long-legged beauty wanted me to pour as much of my seed as I could directly inside her. She didn’t want to swallow it, she didn’t want to have it coating her body, she wanted it inside. All ranging and Nakamamon identification and chill took second place to a good fracking.

Regina refused to leave Dee’s side, and I could see her growing impatient with me as time went on. I started avoiding the situation. I went into her building for daily treatments to slow the effects of touching a god’s, uh… holy garments, then promptly left. Using Healer’s Endurance each morning to deflect the majority of the damage and slow down the spread. I’d created an elixir that would last the week, meaning Dee was sitting pretty. He seemed happy and cheerful, but his coat didn’t have the luster it had when I first met him. Regina took him out at times for slow and careful walks around the village. I wasn’t invited.

On the seventh night, Ivy sat directly on my right as I gazed into the nightly camp fire. Since we were still all nude, and the nights would still be chilly, it was either fire or bedrolls. Larelle remained, gazing into the fire, while Chrysta was on patrol. Trent and I had been out looking for Nakamamon species all day, with Isabelle and Muppin tromping beyond the marsh, and Trent was exhausted. Alan took this time to continue spellcasting to try to up his level. Admirable dedication, but I knew that levels would come. Burnout would also claim Alan four days into this week, and he had nothing to do but meander around the village. Meander until one of the natives pulled him into one of the huts and rode him to a delirious orgasm, that was. For now, he was already asleep, having exhausted his mana like Trent.

Ivy sitting next to me on my right was the signal that she and Isabelle wanted some playtime. I tried to keep my expression neutral and not give away that I was suddenly a bit nervous at the prospect of having yet another threesome.

Holy magnolias, I had been absolutely blessed.

I whispered to Vellenia that I was going to mate with one of my fellow humans, and asked her to keep quiet about it. None of the others needed to know. She gave me a bright grin, nodded, and went to engage Cinzy in some cultural exchange dialogue: she wanted to know about earth and its weirdness.

Minutes later, Ivy disappeared from my right, and Isabelle left not long after that. I made my excuses, which weren’t excuses at all; I was dead tired.

It only took a minute for me to find myself pulled into the girls’ temporary living quarters and then into Ivy and Izzy’s room. The door closed with a soft click, and soon enough I felt Ivy’s mouth surrounding my semi-hard cock.

“Jeez,” I breathed. In the gloom, Isabelle sat on the bed watching us intently. Of course nude, but she had her thighs spread and her hand working between them. She was heaving for breath, eyelids drooping.

In the meantime Ivy lashed the underside of my cock with her tongue in a way that said she had some decent amount of practice at this. My hands drifted down to her bald head, and I swear for a moment I could feel the tattoos moving on her skin. That is a weird thing to feel, but I am certain I felt it.

“I need you inside me,” Ivy whispered.

“I need to watch you kiss your girlfriend,” I said. There would be no sexing with either of them if Isabelle wasn’t happy.

Ivy pulled a slow about face, then extended her hand and slunk towards Isabelle.

“Babe,” she whispered.

“Y-yeah?”

“Put those fingers in my mouth.”

Isabelle made a soft groan of arousal and allowed herself to be pulled to her feet. The whimpering didn’t cease as Ivy lovingly licked and sucked at the fingers that had been inside her girlfriend. Moments later they had their tongues battling.

“You two make a cute couple,” I told them. I wasn’t sure they were listening. By now they were making out furiously, groping one another and beginning to drift around the room. Ivy slowly backed Isabelle up against the wall beside their window. Moonlight and cool night air spilled into the room through the open window, the shutters still thrown wide.

Both panted and grunted, grinding their midsections together. In the light hitting Ivy’s body, her original tattoos from earth stood out starkly against her natural skin tone. The muscles worked as she humped against Isabelle, the both of them panting and periodically locking lips. Battling tongues, fingers intertwined, the two forgot I was there or focused on one another.

Or so I thought. At some point Ivy’s fingers closed around my rock hard member and pulled me in. Instead of what I thought was about to happen, she rolled so that Isabelle’s luscious butt was pointed at me. Still pulling, she grabbed onto Izzy’s other butt cheek.

“Baby,” she breathed, “Fletcher’s gonna give you what I can’t.” When Isabelle opened her mouth to protest, Ivy put a finger against her lips and kept grinding their pussies together. “It’s okay. He’s good. He’ll give you that power…”

“But—”

“And I want you to stare me in the eyes while I suck on your clit with him inside you. I love you, babe.”

Isabelle moaned, mouthed the words in the dark.

Ivy’s insistent hand pulled at my hip until I pressed into Isabelle’s back.

“Tell me no,” I breathed in her ear, inaudible to Ivy, “and I won’t.” Even as Ivy ran her tongue over Isabelle’s lower lips and glided softly over the pleasure button. “Tell me stop, and I’ll stop.”

It was such a sight, seeing Ivy’s hands wrap around Isabelle’s butt cheeks and massage them before pulling them open for me.

“It’s okay,” she told me, gasping and writhing. Did she want to be filled up in a way Ivy’s fingers or tongue couldn’t match, or was she doing this because Ivy was pushing it on her? I didn’t know, and my rampant erection did not give a single solitary fork. But I had to stay in control, so this might happen again.

“Tap my leg and it’s over,” I continued, low and slow. “Say zucchini and it’s over.”

Then, incredibly, I felt Ivy take hold of my erection again, and begin rubbing it back and forth over Izzy’s drenched and hot slit.

“Just stay there, Fletcher, don’t move. She’ll push back against you. I know she wants it.”

This was the moment I chose to spend the Token in order to enhance the pleasure between Isabelle and I. The instantaneous groan of pleasure proved me right.

Isabelle was whining now, a moan building inside her, standing on her toes so she wouldn’t slide down and impale herself on me. At the same time her back was arching and she was rubbing herself against the head and the shaft. One iota at a time, she rubbed her clit on me, and Ivy kept the pressure of my shaft pressing against her dripping pussy.

 The moment came when she slid downward, bending over completely and nestling the head against her opening. Ivy was right; she pushed backwards and, inch by inch, impaled herself on me.

For a good three inches anyway.

“Ivy,” she whined. “It’s so biiiiiiig.”

“I know, babe. You don’t have to take it all.”

But she seemed determined. Minutes passed with her quivering and rocking herself forward and back. I couldn’t help but run my hands over her soft, curvy torso and up over her breasts.

“Up she goes,” Ivy murmured, and I was forced to dip my hips in order to let Isabelle’s body straighten, her back against my chest. “Now you do the work, big boy.” Then, the tattooed Guardian dipped forward and began licking over where we were joined.

Now I don’t know about you, but this was something I’d never felt before.  Something I never expected to feel at all. Ivy’s meaning was clear: I would slide in and out of her girlfriend so Isabelle could remain in place and have her clit toyed with.

“You’re so beautiful,” I told Isabelle, feeling every available inch of her while slowly rocking my hips up and in. She didn’t protest when I kissed from her shoulder over to her neck, then up her neck to her ear. In fact, she didn’t mind at all, laying her head back against my shoulder and turning her head so I could kiss over her cheek, her jaw line, and finally her lips.

Down below, I could barely make out Ivy’s head between her legs, but the sensation was proof of her tongue working over the both of us. When I slid out, a wriggling tongue lashed at the underside, while she concentrated mostly on Isabelle’s pleasure.

It wasn’t long before the sharp intakes of breath announced Isabelle’s oncoming climax. She shifted her weight several times, while I sped up a fraction.

With the Pleasure Seeker Qualities, and all skills, an instinctual knowledge arrived. I knew I could increase girth and length to their maximums, or retract my full size a tad. So it was now, when the quivering started, that I inflated Girth to its full size.

The result was explosive. Isabelle’s knees buckled and her body melted into a swoon. The pressure around me tightened and loosened, with the irregular shakes of her whole self.

“Ohhh!” was all she managed to get out.

The orgasm went on for no small amount of time. She bucked and shivered, and when it seemed like it was over, she’d shiver and shake several times all over again. I would tell that Ivy was doing something, but I didn’t know what.

“Let’s put her on the bed,” Ivy said.

The old me would never have been able to stand up and do 15 minutes of micro-squats. I’d have had days’ worth of pain. Now I felt a slight ache in my thighs, and a feeling like I should sit down.

“I want to ride you,” Ivy told me.

Moonlight streamed into the room and onto the bed, where I tracked Ivy’s every movement. She sauntered over and climbed onto the bed. Standing like that, towering over me, she seemed like a giant. She shifted so I could get a better look at the junction of her thighs. She ran both hands over it, pulling it open to reveal where I was going to be in just a minute.

“You’d better not steal my girlfriend, Fletcher,” she whispered.

“When I get to have sex with both of you at the same time?” I smiled at her like I was chiding a simpleton. “Why would I do that? Do I look insane?”

She grinned and squatted over my midsection. For now, I would keep my cock its former size.

The athletic display here was very welcome. With the moonlight, I got a totally silhouetted Ivy, and I was treated to the vision of her unfolding to welcome my cock into her.

“You did a good job with Izzy,” she whispered, and sank down the first couple of inches onto me. “Ugh, Fletcher… she wasn’t lying. You’re big.”

She felt… different than Isabelle. She had muscle control Isabelle didn’t, and kept squeezing around me. Also, the feel of her thighs, her ass on me, and her fingers on my abs were totally different than Isabelle’s softer body.

After a few minutes of getting accommodated inside her tight confines, Ivy began riding me. It was heavenly. At first I ran my hands over her defined thighs, but soon I felt over the six pack abs and then up her smaller breasts.

“You ever, ugh, do two girls at once?” she asked, smiling down.

“The only people… I’ve ever done… are all in this village…” I told her. The truth, that Regina and Tara had been in a clumsy and hot experimental threesome, might not have gone over well.

She seemed surprised by this, but didn’t stop her rhythm. She’d started working at her clit, using my knee to help her keep her balance.

“Fuuuuuudge I needed this,” she breathed.

She seemed content to rise and fall on my pole just like this, but I was nearing orgasm and that wouldn’t do. I got up and latched my mouth onto her nipple, surprising her, then turned and put her on her ass without breaking our union.

“What… Ohhhh yeah. Pound me good, Fletcher.”

I started sawing in and out of her in earnest. Whatever it was about the cowgirl position, that pressure on the underside of my cock was absent now. I saw the message with the Stave Off check vanish. Without missing a bead, Ivy resumed rubbing at her clit, and now added mauling one of her nipples to the mix.

Something caught my eye, and I turned in the middle of filling Ivy full of my cock to behold a tiny glowing mote outside the building, just outside the window. Just as Isabelle roused and started tonguing Ivy’s other nipple, Eagle-Eyed told me I was looking at Fairy Poppins.

“Don’t st… don’t sto…” Ivy’s head fell back against the bed and she started to cum, hard.

By the time she’d finished bucking and groaning, the little fairy Nakamamon was gone.

I closed the shutters after that, and serviced Ivy yet again. She wanted to be on all fours with Isabelle’s pussy in her mouth. She wanted me to lay down and ride my face while Isabelle stuffed herself full of me again, and the two of them made out on top of me. Lastly, she wanted me to explode all over their faces. They knelt, side by side, and Ivy begged to have it all over her.

The kiss afterwards almost brought my cock immediately back to fighting shape.

***

This was the third time I’d been with the couple together and the fourth time I’d been with Isabelle. Each time felt wild, like we were doing something you only ever saw in a porn film.

In the back of my mind, the situation with Fairy Poppins replayed again and again. The tiny Nakamamon had fled the scene after staring through the window at me. On the one hand, I was worried. Although Fairy Poppins hadn’t communicated with me in the form of words, she had insinuated herself into several situations. Now that I thought about it, I didn’t know if the tiny fairy could speak.

Whether she could speak only to Cinzy or could speak with all of us was immaterial if the revelation of the threesome got back to her companion. I wasn’t a fan of keeping secrets, and I’d skirted around the issue of having sex with other girls when I brought it up with Cinzy. She might take the news badly.

On the other hand, I wasn’t sure I had any need to be worried. Fairy Poppins might take umbrage with what I’d been doing, but she’d also been eavesdropping on my personal business. I was an adult, Ivy and Isabelle were adults, and our private affairs were our private affairs. Neither the Nakamamon or Cinzy had any right to judge us based on that kind of thing.

I swore on my walk back to the tent, where Vellenia was waiting for me. These mental gymnastics weren’t working. Cinzy could very well take things badly, because people had emotions and were prone to act on them in ways that weren’t advisable.

This is a glowing golden fly in Christopher’s ointment.