Divinity Rescue Corps
72- Don’t Rush The Wizard

The night of rest and relaxation ended under a pair of simply enormous moons. I don’t know what trick of magic or atmosphere caused it, but one of the moons was a white yellow color, like the one we know and love on earth, while the other had a decidedly bluish tone to it. The blue one was larger. The air smelled fresh and sweet, after the overbearing herbal scents of my lab, and I got several lungfuls with eyes closed before studying the moons.

It felt weird seeing that moon out, and so big. It wasn’t until a shimmer of rainbow light passed in front of it, because of the mana in the air, that I understood. Everything, and I mean everything in this world was so wildly different than everything I knew and experienced on earth. The flowers and grasses, the trees and shrubs and mountains and creatures, everything. Even the clouds had shimmers of mana that made them look odd. So for just a second, the moon reminded me that earth now only existed.

Fresh air inhaled, I then joined the team in their fireside ruminations. Some were staring into the fire, while others stared up into the sky at the spectacle of the moons.

Frankly, it felt perfect right this moment. Yes, Cinzy might be gone, but she had taken a whole lot of drama with her.

And Fairy Poppins remained here with us. I found her fluttering near the edge of the platform, and invited her over.

“What are they called?” Drat asked from behind me. “The moons. They have names, right?”

“Come on,” I whispered, and stretched out a hand to her. It took some time, while Chrysta thought and then answered, for Fairy Poppins to flit over toward me and land on my hand. I brought her back toward the fire.

“There are names for them,” Chrysta answered. “However, the names given by your human leaders caused laughter and joy. The sounds one must make in order to say Glumpdumpkin please us, and so the name was adopted.”

All of us stared around at one another. It seemed unreal to have these sapient creatures not just accept but embrace the silliness of it. It seemed they didn’t understand the lewdness or the innuendo associated with them.

“Which is why we have renamed the yellow moon Shagnasty, and the blue moon Snuffletrouser von Zipyankee.”

Isabelle was the first to break, but the rest of the team erupted into snorts and laughter not long after. The laughter had a rebounding effect. Watching Isabelle abandon herself made the rest of us laugh, and watching first Tara and then Regina fall out of their chairs laughing caused her to snort. Her snort set off Trent and Ivy even more, until several of us were pointing and laughing. Pointing at Regina, kicking her feet and holding her sides.

Things were beginning to look up, and I definitely wasn’t cursing myself and my team for that thought.

I had a hunch that my newly bonded Nakamamon sexpot was laying in my sleeping bag, buck naked and bone white butt up in the air. I don’t know why this knowledge appeared in my mind, but it was there nonetheless. Vellenia was on her stomach with her butt pointed up at me, and it was bedtime, and not only that, but I knew she had been fingering herself.

You know how sometimes you can just tell when someone’s home? Even if you’re on another floor you can sort of sense that someone’s there. It’s a comforting feeling, and you don’t have to go looking to check that your mom is in the kitchen, or your dad is in the workshop or the basement. You just know.

This was like that feeling, but stronger.

So when Alan approached me on the way to my tent, I wasn’t really ready to have a conversation. I was starting to get hard, because, and I swear this is true, I could feel Vellenia caressing the junction of her thighs. Normally it was just a blank expanse of white with some mint green, but with enough fooling around, a sex organ appeared.

“F-F-Fletcher,” he said.

“Kind of late, huh?”

Vellenia was pulling her lower lips apart and grinding herself against my pillow. She had her eyes closed and, very delicately, was pulling her clit up with tiny flicks of a single finger.

He nodded. “L-l-listen, there’s a m-m-m-m-m—”

“A message? From HQ?” He nodded both times. “Is it critical to get to it now?” I hated to cut him off because it probably felt shitty on account of his stutter, but I couldn’t help it. Vellenia was psychically calling out to me somehow.

He nodded again.

I held off on the compulsion to swear. “Okay. Hit me.”

Little shocks of pleasure were coming from my own nether region, as though Vel and I were already having sex. And that was… awesome. Would have been awesome were it not the wrong time. Her mouth was open and all six of her tiny tongues were darting around looking for my cock.

My now very hard cock.

Alan informed me that the situation in Glumpdumpkin was worsening, and that this delay wasn’t helping in the slightest. I knew the problem they sent us out there to handle probably wouldn’t be getting better while we messed around here, but now that Tweedle Dee was suffering from divinity poisoning, I absolutely had to cure the God of Apparel. Regina would do something more drastic than cutting off the flow of sex if I let Dee dwindle and die.

With Alan, the explanation took extra time. His stutter made leaving impossible, and I’d already used up my quota of rudeness. I felt like a dick and didn’t want to make it any worse than it already was.

Which made the Vellenia situation all the more difficult. She was now rubbing that one finger back and forth, up and down over her clit. It was the slightest of feather touches, but like a well-tuned violin it still produced a clear tone of pleasure in my mind. She was growing impatient; her other hand was pressing one finger into her tight hole with excruciating slowness.

It was setting off fireworks in my brain.

“W-w-w-what should I t-t-tell the HQ?” he asked. “Y-y-you okay F-F-F—”

“Not okay,” I groaned, doubled over. “Must’ve been something I ate.”

The finger got as far as a single knuckle inside. She was slowly building up the tension of a really nice climax and I was going to be there for it.

“I’ll tell you in the morning,” I muttered, and hurried off to my tent.

I had just ripped open the flap of my tent when another call came up.

“Fletcher?”

I turned to see Tara striding towards me. Somewhere, probably her reclaimed backpack, she had gotten a set of matching bra and panties that were sapphire blue, along with a pair of stockings that went up to mid thigh.

“Holy…” I muttered.

There below me was Vellenia, knees parted and dripping slit pointed right up at me, while Tara’s long and lithe legs were striding towards me. The rest of her was of course gorgeous, but the stockings were doing their job and sucking my gaze down to her toned thighs and calves.

“What are you… are you already hard?”

My tent was a large four person dome tent. You could just about stand up in it, and it made sleeping two no problem. Three could sleep comfortably, and four could manage if you needed to share warmth and didn’t care about rubbing elbows.

“Get in here,” I told her, and ducked into the tent.

“What in the… oh holy frack,” she muttered.

Vellenia nearly jumped out of her white and mint green skin at the appearance of the leggy Ranger, but looked to me and then back to Tara. Understanding came on very quickly.

“You intend to mate with Tara?” she asked.

“It looks like we both intended to mate,” Tara whispered, eyes focused on the sex organ now visible. She turned to me. “I didn’t know they had… organs.”

Tara had been gone for the egg healing situation and the party afterwards, during which the Marshins all mated… and some of them with Alan, Drat and Trent.

I considered. Tara had fallen to her knees and was gawking at Vel, so I zipped the tent flap closed and hugged her from behind.

“This wasn’t what you thought you’d be walking into, is it?” I breathed.

“Do you want me to go?” she asked, but her hand slid between us and started fondling at my boxer-covered junk.

“Vellenia, my dear, do you mind helping me mate with Tara?” I asked in a thick, suggestive tone. I ran my hands up and down Tara’s sides, and then over her breasts and tummy, down to her panties. Her breath caught.

“Oh!” was all the Nakamamon could reply. “You haven’t mated with multiple females at once before. I didn’t know if it was allowed.”

“That’s up to Tara,” I said, kissing her shoulder and ear, and slipping my fingers under the waistband of her panties. “She might say yes if she sees your tongues.”

Vellenia was still on her hands and knees, still slowly working herself over with her fingers. She tilted her head back and opened her mouth, allowing her multiple little tentacle tongues to emerge and wriggle about.

“Oh my gods,” Tara whispered.

“Could you help me with Tara’s mating site?” I asked Vel. “It should be very wet before I mate with her.”

“Is it as tasty as yours, my bond?” she asked.

“Go ahead and find out.”

We slipped Tara’s panties off, with me chuckling over the fact that that hadn’t lasted long. With her legs spread wide, Tara could only gasp as the Nakamamon slit forward and began running those tongues up and down over every available inch of her.

As for me, I headed around behind my bonded companion and slid ever-so-slowly down into her depths. I locked eyes with Tara, whose face contorted with pleasure.

Whatever the bond did to join Vellenia and I, it made abundantly clear how much pleasure she was feeling and how close she was to orgasm. She’d been rising towards it when I came into the tent, but having me inside her boosted it to on-the-verge. There was no need to boost pleasure with a Token, she was basically there.

Vellenia’s moans went directly into Tara’s pussy. Her tongues faltered a bit as the orgasm came on like a wave and crashed into her, but it didn’t matter. She had two tongues deep inside, two pushing against Tara’s outer lips, and two of them rubbing at either side of Tara’s clit. The shuddering and jerking might have added to Tara’s bliss.

Vellenia came for a long time, tightening up around me and then finally relaxing after a good thirty seconds or more. I kept right on slowly thrusting down into her depths, until she broke off from her tongue duty.

“Mate with this one, my bond,” she said. “Your joy is my joy. Your pleasure is my pleasure.”

Easing out of my bonded Nakamamon, I beckoned for Tara to join me. She was going to go at me cowgirl, but I told her to turn around. Reverse cowgirl wasn’t something Vellenia had seen yet, and I also had other ideas.

“You look so beautiful,” I told her. “Both of you.”

The stockings were a stark contrast, and in this position her ass looked divine. She sank slowly onto me, all the way down, and breathed out a sigh of relief.

“I’ve missed this,” she said.

I spent a Token to make sure what she missed was something no one else could give her.

Tara made cowgirl look like an art. She could do it kneeling, and she could balance on the balls of her feet to pump up and down on top of me. Vellenia watched with rapt interest. Minutes passed where the only sounds were the slap of skin on skin and the grunts of exertion. How many minutes was it, where my shaft just disappeared up into her again and again? How many times did I watch her butt jiggle and ripple? While I held Tara’s ass and pumped my hips up into her, she began to show signs of an impending orgasm. I redoubled my efforts, speeding up and pulling her hips down, until I heard the groaning from between clenched teeth. The wave rose, crested, and then slammed into her with wracking force. Tara cried out loudly in climax.

This lasted for some ten seconds or so, with her frozen but quivering.

“Lay down on my chest,” I told her. Mentally, I tried to envision what I wanted, to see if this would work.

Tara complied, and with her legs wide and me still deep within her, Vellenia got my signal. She crawled between our legs and began to use those tongues on the place where both of us were joined.

This set Tara off into a sort of aftershock orgasm, or maybe it hadn’t quite finished. As for me, the sheer eroticism of this, and the feel of Tara around me caused my own climax to begin bubbling up. I held her up slightly, and pounded upward.

Some five minutes passed, with Tara alternately cumming and begging, and Vellenia’s tongues working on us, before I was there.

“Come on,” she muttered. “Fletcher… give it to me.”

I kept on pounding.

“I want to feel it,” she told me, and turned to kiss me.

“Give it to her, Fletcher,” Vel said just as insistently. “Mate with her.”

Visions of what Tara might look like with an expanding tummy swam into being. Wearing nothing but a white button up shirt, making breakfast in the kitchen with her long, long legs bare and her butt peeking out, she’d run a hand over her expanding pregnant belly and I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from bending her over the counter and giving her another round.

With all my might, I tried not to explode deep inside Tara. I got another good minute of hard thrusting in. It was only when Vellenia’s tongues slithered down over my sack that my resistance came to an end.

Kissing Tara, squeezing her ass, and fracking for all I was worth, I arched my back up and erupted deep inside Tara. Tara came yet again, for what seemed like the fifth time.

“Ugh!” Tara moaned. “I can feel it, it’s so warm.”

Vellenia congratulated me on a job well done. Tara told me what a good job I’d done as well, when she got her wits about her. Vellenia came and draped herself over me. She alternated stroking Tara’s leg and her arm, shoulder and neck.

“Will Tara sleep with us?” Vellenia asked. “My bond can often mate again come morning. He can fill you with seed once more at least this night.”

“Your bond needs to sleep and needs to work in the morning,” I told her. “Tara’s absence will be noted as well. She will have to go.”

“You’re no fun,” Tara murmured. “Maybe I’ll take your Nakamamon to the girls’ cabin. Maybe she wants to sleep with me.”

There was no way that didn’t end with disaster. Since I was able to feel Vellenia’s pleasure psychically, if those two got up to more sexy shenanigans, I wouldn’t sleep a wink.

“It’s only Ivy an Isabelle, and Regina in the other room. Now that Cinzy’s gone, there’s no one in the cabin who’s not in the know.”

I goggled at Tara.

“What?” she asked. “Regina’s a little miffed at you, but you’ll fix that once the god is cured. She won’t care. Izzy and Ivy won’t care. Vellenia doesn’t care, do you? No, she invited me to stay.”

“No!” Vellenia said cheerfully. “I find Tara to be soft and very desirable for my Fletcher to mate with.”

I had created a monster. Or rather, I had bonded with a monster… who was already a monster, technically.

Anyway she was a monster who was now a worse monster.

***

“So it was that I ended up having Tara sleep over with Vellenia, and in the morning we uh… did it again.”

I hadn’t noticed Sarah had fallen asleep already. Only her two housemates were listening now, enrapt. Like the night before, they’d shucked their comfy clothes for something a little more revealing. Heather, the shorter and more curvaceous of the two, had nipples that were visible even in the gloom. Christine wore a tank top that hung so loose I could see practically everything.

“That’s wild,” Heather said, while Christine got Sarah up off the couch to help her to bed.

“And this Vellenia… she’s not human?” Heather asked.

“What makes you say that?” I had tried to omit the parts about her tentacle tongues or the fact that her sex appeared only after getting aroused.

“It’s not a name I’ve ever heard of,” she said.

“I did mention that I was working up in Alaska, past the Arctic Circle, right?” I lied.

Her face went wide and innocent. “Oh, right, sure, yeah.” Then, with slow and theatrical speed, she winked.

“Leave it, Heather,” Christine stage whispered. “Come on, we’re headed to bed.”

Heather hung back and looked at me. She was a shorter and slightly heftier version of Regina, though Heather had curly red hair to Regina’s straighter red hair. She also sported a huge pair of breasts, with the biggest nipples I’d ever seen, and I hadn’t even seen them properly. She squeezed them together by clasping her hands together.

“You don’t have to sleep on the couch,” she whispered.

“Nope,” Christine hissed from the stairway. “Sarah’s rules.”

“Phooey,” Heather said. Pouting, she stomped over to the stairs, cast one regretful look back at me, and joined Christine in helping get Sarah up to bed.

This is Christopher feeling like he’s in a nest of vipers.

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