Divinity Rescue Corps
76- Whozzere?

It turned out I had the same non-painful divine blisters and burns on my face. Everywhere on my face: my forehead was littered with them, but also my nose, lips, cheeks, and even my eyelids. I spent the next day just soaking up the salve all over my hands, arms, and face. It was a boring day, at first, but after I got over the not seeing anything, it felt calm and relaxing. The village had no other threats. There was no work for me to do here, and that felt amazing.

The very first thing I did was level up. I’d catapulted two full levels through making a tincture, a salve, working on the treatment for Dee, and then the colossal task of generating the cure for the god. That netted me enough xp to go from level 15 to 17.

Level 16: +1 Affinity, +2 skill point

Level 17: +3 skill points

I couldn’t decide whether the extra Affinity was more welcome, or the five skill points. I mean five skill points was a heck of a lot. There was never a shortage of places to spend them. Diagnosis, Treatments, Cures, Meditation, and the skill that definitely helped me cure the God of Apparel: Divine Resistance. And that said nothing of the capital Q Qualities that were turning me into a sort of sex god. Deciding on where to spend these was not going to be a simple matter.

This was more skill points than I’d ever received before from a single level up. My immediate hope was that the number would continue to rise with subsequent level ups.

I examined where I might be best served in spending skill points. The problem from this latest cure situation had been with the Develop Cure step. First, the cure needed a simply ridiculous number of successes, more than I’d had skill and attribute levels. However, there were a staggering number of different types of gods.

It seemed that the best way to go about it would be to increase the size category skills. Swarm, Small, Medium, Large and Huge+ were all good places to sink skill points. I placed one into Divine Resistance first and foremost. The other four I put into Tiny/Swarm, Small, Medium, and Large. Although I had no intention of attempting to heal something bigger than myself, I wasn’t about to run from the challenge.

The problem was that the larger things got, the more magically infused their bodies were. So what we think of as an adult dragon would be able to contain and handle exponentially more mana than something the size of an elephant, and that was exponentially more mana than something person-sized. So if my mana pool was x, then an elephant’s would be x times 100, a dragon’s mana pool would be x times 10 to the power of a thousand.

This was the way Mustache Head had explained it, anyway.

If something was huge, there was no way I would be able to handle treating it. The difficulty of doing so would be, what… higher than 50 successes? Or perhaps even higher?

My Healer skills now looked a tad more respectable than before, with Diagnosis (Magical) and Treatment (Potions) having leveled just from enough practice.

Healer Skills:

Diagnosis (physical 3, spiritual 3, magical 4, mental 3)

Treatment (potions 4, salves 3, tinctures 3, elixirs 3, unguents 3)

Develop cure (swarm 4, small 4, medium 2, Large 1)

Develop cure (unique) 7

Administer Cure 8

“Aww yeah,” I muttered, laying there with salve all over my face, and only able to see because the system had somehow gotten into my brain.

Vellenia snickered.

“Vel? What in the names of all the many, many gods are you doing here?” I asked.

“Not disturbing you,” my bond replied. “Aside from that, watching over you. And considering whether or not you are well enough that I may mate with you.”

“You’re insatiable,” I said, but in response I felt my own libido rise to the challenge. Could I mate without the ability to see what I was doing? I was certain it was possible.

“Can I help it if I am completely filled with my bond mate each time you press into me? Can I help it if the pleasure you lend to me is more than I ever dreamed? It is like this hole was meant to be stuffed with Fletcher.”

“Please for the love of all that is holy tell me there’s no one else in this tent,” I said.

“We are alone,” she said, from much closer than she had been just a moment ago. Feather light fingers drifted over where my cock was presently stirring. “Does that mean I should erect your tower and bury it in my cave’s deepest recesses?”

I would have said yes, but I wasn’t certain whether the divinity I still had in my body was contagious or not.

“I’m going to hate saying this, but not now. I might be able to poison you with divinity.” She made a pouty sound that made me laugh. I could tell she wasn’t being serious… mostly, anyway. “Also, you chose to bond with me knowing that one day I would leave your village. Are you prepared to depart Slinktrickle with me, long term?”

“Oh,” she said. This sobered her up, and that didn’t please me. She hadn’t thought this through in the long term sense.

“I do hope you’re not regretting your choice to bond with me,” I told her.

“Oh! Oh no, of course not. I have been gifted with an exceptional human. You are the finest member of your species I have met.”

Heh, she said member. “And how many humans have you met?”

“Including your nine team members? Almost twenty. A staggering amount!”

“You’re very kind,” I said, genuinely thankful she thought so. I didn’t think she had nearly enough of a sample to be representational, but so far as I knew, the bond wasn’t something that could be broken. It couldn’t be rescinded. I wasn’t even sure that someone could have their bond member die and then bond another. The program was new enough that this information just didn’t exist.

We discussed what she might need and who she might want to talk to, which included Larelle. Vel promised she would prepare to depart, but paused before exiting the tent.

Then fingers were fumbling at my pants.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“This was a great deal simpler when the God of Apparel was sick,” she muttered, with a twinge of annoyance. Soon though she had my pants open, and quickly slurped my cock into her mouth. Those tentacle tongues of hers went right to work fluttering around every available bit of me. The moment I began to harden, she pulled away. “Bond mate, I will return!”

I laughed and cursed her for turning me on, but she was already gone. It was up to me to get my pants back in order.

Larelle was next to visit. That familiar voice intruded on my thoughts. How are you feeling, Healer?

“I’m well, thank you.”

You have done a great service to this village, to the team, and to your species, she told me.

I wasn’t entirely sure what to say to that, so I didn’t.

I will make preparations to depart when you are well. Tara, Drat, and Chrysta have returned from their scouting mission and informed me about what they have found. Fear not, all will be in readiness when you are healed.

When it became clear she wasn’t about to share that information, I got a bit grumpy. “I’d like to see if I can replenish any of my spent Tokens then.”

Your wish will be respected. I will keep the remainder of the team from disturbing you.

This wasn’t entirely what I’d hoped for, but that’s what happened regardless. I soon had peace and quiet, and practiced my meditation skill for the remainder of the day. Since I’d burned through all my Tokens for Affinity and Durability, and all of my Free Tokens, I was in a place where I could really use them.

It only took a solid half day of meditating before the check came.

Meditationcheck: For purposes of replenishing Tokens, this check falls under the auspices of Affinity. This check is Difficult. You may not attempt an automatic success.

As it happened, my 6 levels of Affinity and my 2 levels of Meditation were not up to the task of 4 successes. For the first six hours at least.

Interesting that it should say ‘for the purposes of replenishing Tokens,’ meaning I would need to seek out Larelle and ask what the other uses there were for Meditation.

Clamping down on my frustration, I tried again. Within a few minutes the calm and focus descended back down upon me, a blanket smothering outside distractions. I couldn’t imagine anything like this in the current day and age. With a cell phone in my hand, there was simply no way to shut out the outside world. Notifications and alerts were constant, along with the constant desire lurking in the back of my mind that there was something more to see, whether that was on Tweetly or MeBook, Instantify or PersonaGram. Or, hell, any of the tubes, depending on how you wanted to watch your videos: Boobtube for old TV show episodes, Newbtube for tutorials on everything imaginable, Tunestube for music, Toontube for cartoons, Cubetube for science or math lessons, or the others.

By the time it was feeling like dusk, I had been given another check, and this time succeeded.

Congratulations! You have regained a Token. It has been applied to Affinity.

“Nice,” I said, and wondered if some other woman was going to comment about me talking to myself, followed by sex stuff.

Achievement: first Meditation success

You have begun the ascent on your progression path towards enlightenment. The road is long, and sometimes steep. The journey can be circuitous, and must be walked alone.

Reward: +1 Token replenished. It has been applied to Durability.

I drifted off to sleep contented.

On the second day, I woke up to giggles and the feeling of cool breath rushing over my naked body. Specifically, someone was sliding my boxers down my thighs and possibly another someone was kissing and licking between my legs.

“Hrm?” I mumbled. “Whozzere?”

Someone’s body slid up and over mine, smooth and warm and with curves I reached out to grab. Hands pulled mine away. “Don’t open your eyes,” she whispered, “Don’t move. We’ll play a game,” she whispered. “If you can tell who I am by my mouth or my pussy, you win a special prize.”

“A bigger prize than sex?” I asked.

“Mm-hmm,” the voice said, mouth already otherwise occupied.

Lips tickled at my cock, which rapidly began to harden. Soon they closed over the head and began to work in a steady rhythm, with some low humming. The vibrations felt delicious around my shaft.

I snaked my fingers into her hair, her straight hair, and massaged her scalp while she took me into her mouth repeatedly. She would sometimes lash the underside with her tongue, and other times swirl her tongue around the head before plunging back down. I knew this technique…

As if reading my mind, she released me and climbed up my body. My hands ran over her body and got a good feel of her, but the shape of her ass, thighs and her waist wasn’t what I thought. The technique and the hair had definitely been Tara, but her legs weren’t nearly long enough. Regina and Isabelle had similar body types, while Ivy’s legs were much leaner and thicker with muscle. The size of the boobs would give it away… Isabelle’s were much larger than Regina’s.

It didn’t matter, because she took hold of my raging erection and slid it back and forth over her slit several times before pressing down and sinking several inches inside herself. Even as I felt her up and compared sizes, she rose up and forced herself to take my full length. She was painfully tight, and that gave the game away.

“Ugh, Regina,” I moaned, as the sweet feeling of her enveloped me again and again.

“I’ve missed this,” she breathed.

“Regina’s not the only one here,” Tara whispered in my ear. “Now you’ll need to return the favor.”

It wasn’t even my birthday. In a flash, those toned thighs slid over me and settled on either side of my body, and I got two fistfuls of her naked ass. I detected fabric; she was wearing long socks again, and the mental image almost made me pop off inside Regina. I couldn’t exactly say what it was about the blonde vixen that was even sexier with knee high or thigh high socks, but when I ran my hands up and down her legs, I groaned with pure lust.

I pulled on that amazing booty until her pussy came into contact with my open mouth, and found it already sopping wet. I guess blowing me and then watching Regina stuff me inside her really got her engine revved.

“You look so hot like that,” I heard Regina manage in between moans.

“Ohhhhh,” was all Tara could respond. I’d gotten my hands on her boobs and I was pinching and rolling her nipples around. I’d been through a number of different sessions, getting the proper technique down over time. A little pinching, a little twisting, and a bit of massage was what Tara liked, along with a tongue running up into her and over her clit. She liked that almost as much as she liked having my extended tongue thrust all the way up inside.

I felt it first, Regina’s mouth close over the nipple I was grabbing. Even as she forked herself slowly and deeply up and down my length, she leaned forward and got a mouthful of Tara.

With one hand free, I could insert a finger into Tara and focus my tongue completely on the tiny nubbin of flesh at the top of her slit. I alternated with my tongue flat, scraping back and forth, and using the tip of my tongue to circle the little pleasure buzzer. Meanwhile, I gave her rhythmic thrusts with just the tip of one finger.

It was enough. She groaned and shifted and humped her hips back against me, trying to get more of me inside.

“Gods you’re sexy,” Regina muttered, and then the kissing began. In the meantime, she slowly and forcefully shoved herself down onto my cock over, and over, and over again. Riding me without hurry, savoring the whole of the experience, and now that Tara was involved, trying to make sure she could enjoy Tara just as much as she was enjoying me.

Tara eventually came like that, shuddering and moaning until she bucked and humped against my face. With Regina on her nipples there was nothing to be done. Regina came at the same time, and that was almost enough to send me off, but I held on thanks to Durability.

Because someone needed a load shot inside her.

Tara had slumped to the side after an intense orgasm, but perked up when I slid one leg aside and slowly sank my length into her. I kept petting the thigh high stockings she had on, admiring the difference in texture between her ass and the material.

Regina decided this was a spectacle that needed watching. She hoisted Tara’s long leg up my body and made sure I was hanging on, then got down close so she could see every thrust.

“You two are so hot,” she breathed.

“That’s so embarrassing,” Tara said, throwing a hand over her eyes so she wouldn’t have to watch. And that meant she didn’t see Regina leaning in with tongue outstretched to get at her clit. Meanwhile Tara’s wetness accommodated me perfectly, pushing me ever closer to my own explosion.

Somehow, seeing Regina’s wanton behavior did it for me. I groaned loudly in warning.

“Cum in her,” Regina hissed. “She wants it. You want it, don’t you?”

Tara, forehead slick with sweat and eyes shaded by her forearm, nodded wordlessly.

I had a powerful mental image of Tara wandering around our shared house with her hands cradling a bulge in her stomach, popping out her belly button. Her breasts were swollen and leaked milk. She had her hands on her lower back and winced, but she still looked over her shoulder at me like I needed to be giving her even more seed. I needed to bend her over and let her know I was still committed to her even though she had my child inside her. And in my mental image, I saw myself bend her over the dishes she was doing, and take her just like that.

That did it. This is Christopher letting out a strangled groan and once again trying to breed Tara.