Divinity Rescue Corps
81- The Standard DRC Workweek

With the night air growing slightly cooler than was comfortable, and the clouds lowering to the ground into a mysterious and awesome fog, I knelt down and coaxed the walking, furry blue potato over to me. Then, it stuck out a tongue that seemed bigger than itself, and accepted drops of the cure. The Administer Cure check was a resounding success, and all the girls (plus Trent, who had somehow not clued in that the girls were suffering from the touch of a god) were immediately healed.

I gained another level in Healer, which seemed amazing, though for the first time I didn’t receive the favor of the god. The girls did, which was another story.

Level 18: Gained Ability: Verdant Rejuvenation

“Okay,” I muttered. “Lay it on me.”

Verdant Rejuvenation

(Special Ability, uncommon, passive)

Herbs and plants harvested by you and stored by you will last twice as long as normal.

By placing cuttings of plants in the soil, watering and tending them, they will sprout if they remain within half a mile of your location over the course of 24 hours.

“Holy crap,” I muttered. Never mind the HQ import-export situation, this made everything easier. Had the system somehow known what it was I needed most and made that happen for me? “Strike that,” I added, “I still need glycerine and other bases. Not easy to get oil… though not impossible.”

And then I went and ‘planted’ some gingko biloba, St. John’s wort, and others.

***

The next day, I found a swarm of insects that were divine, called the God of Dust. With Isabelle and Larelle’s help, we were able to corral all of them into a sack, bring them out of the city, and bring them over to the camp, where I diagnosed yet another case of Severe Confusion, brewed up another batch of the cure, and set the tiny gods free… to do whatever it was they did. Grab dead skin flakes off people, most likely.

This was how it went then.

We ended up taking weeks to properly insulate the whole team against what was going on inside the town, and the method went like this: Every morning I would go and harvest some of the plant life necessary to make more and more of this cure.  I’d spend a full day or two meditating to regain Tokens, manage one or two a day, and then use those to insulate myself and one other against the divine damage. In the meantime, everyone was tasked with make work or their own class actions so they could continue to level. With every level that included skill points, they were strongly encouraged to develop the skill Divine Resistance.

My other job was to locate the malfunctioning gods around the town and with the help of the Guardians, get the situation sussed out and hopefully fixed up.

“How are we certain that we shouldn’t be going after the big kahuna first?” Trent asked.

“That’s a fair question,” Ivy said. “If we fix up the small fries, couldn’t they just malfunction again? You might as well work from the top down.”

“No can do,” I said. “First, I’m very low on Tokens, and the last big guy took most of what I had. Getting the lay of the land took another six.”

“You want to get to the next milestone,” Regina said, nodding.

I pointed at her. “I would like to hit level 20, and once that happens, look into going after the big guy. Progressing in my class will be a big part of having the capability of going after an even bigger god than before.”

“Meaning we’ll be transporting them out of the affected area before healing them up, I hope?” Isabelle asked.

“That’s right,” Chrysta said.

“Right now, Larelle is going to be in charge of who can and can’t go into the town. She’s a psychic aspect and therefore immune to the effects. If you can’t, just see me and I’ll set you up with some orders so that you can get xp towards level ups. And remember—”

“We know,” Drat said. “We increase Divine Resistance.”

The others rolled their eyes at Drat being Drat.

The only other pertinent information was that psychic aspect Nakamamon were immune to this, so it was almost certainly a mental ailment blanketing the town. Since Larelle was a psychic aspect herself, she could freely enter and move about the town. Everybody else would need their gas mask, supplied by yours truly.

Now, the town of Glumpdumpkin was divided up into a couple of districts that I wouldn’t get to know for some time. The city just wasn’t functioning well enough for me to care about whether it had a place called the Narrows or a place called High Falutin. For now I was calling the gigantic swoosh-shaped place Low Rise, High Rise, and Central Middleton. I hope you’ll forgive the unimaginative names, but there was a lot of work to do and almost nobody who was ready to give me a history lesson on how the town came to be the weird shape it was.

If you imagine the famous swoosh logo, but flat, about a mile across, and covered with buildings of various sizes, you basically have Glumpdumpkin.

We worked into Central Middleton first, identifying and then clearing out the defective gods first. All of them, once healed, would simply cease to exist to our eyes. I couldn’t be sure what actually happened to them; they could have turned around and gone right back into the town to end up snared again.

We’d work like this for four days at a time. Every fifth day I called a halt and we’d have an R&R day. If they wanted orders for xp I would give them, but they were encouraged to go out into the surrounding area to sightsee, or read some of the books Alan had brought along, have a dance party, or any number of other fun activities I couldn’t really think of.

For me, this was getting down and dirty. Healer wasn’t the only class I could progress with xp, and every day off, I spent ranging with one of the Rangers, training with two of the lovely guards, or exploring the environs with my gorgeous bonded Nakamamon Vellenia.

Now, the rest day wasn’t the only time I was getting to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh. Some evenings ended up with me completely exhausted, only to waked up with someone entering my tent. It was like a guess who game of who wanted to drain my balls. Other times I’d lock eyes with Ivy and she would come sit next to me as per our agreed code. Lastly, sometimes I’d finish meditating, feel the urge, and give Vellenia a wicked grin. That would mean heading to the tent for some alone time, or risking exposure by having a little fun on the grass.

Those days off though… they were principally for celebrating four hard days’ work.

The first day off I had was spent with Regina at a secluded stream a good distance from the town. She’d found a waterfall with a hidden cave behind, and after we’d found a bunch of fish-like Nakamamon and identified a few, she stripped off her clothes and dove into the pool. I shucked my clothes and went in after her. It wasn’t long before we were fooling around in the shallows of the stream, kissing and fondling one another. Her legs wrapped around me and me holding her up in the water by those oh-so-squeezable butt cheeks of hers. And she’d soon climbed onto the muddy banks, looking mischievously over her shoulder and begging me to mount her.

I went to town on her, getting her hands and knees all muddy, then pushing her down onto her stomach to continue pounding her hard. When we got up, she was mud all over. Face too. We had a good laugh over it before she pushed me down onto the bank, dunked her face under the water, and kept right on fracking me.

It was so odd to keep having sex out in the wilds. Regina didn’t have a single problem with this. She wanted me deep inside her everywhere. That tree over there? She wanted me to grab one leg so she was doing the splits, and she held herself against the tree so I could smash her good and hard. She wanted to be up at the top of that waterfall, in the water with her legs wrapped around me again, both of us seated in the shallows with the water rushing around us. She wanted to get up on a boulder beside the waterfall, sun ourselves in between our second and third sex session, after some hours had passed, before sucking me back to hardness and riding me under the strong light of the sun.

The second one involved Tara, and Vellenia actually caught us in the act on that one. Tara and I had wandered off back toward the rolling hills east of town, and we’d started playing strip hide and seek in the tall grass. Every time I caught her, she was forced to remove some clothes, and every time she caught me, I got a bit more naked.

It wasn’t long before I was laying naked in the shadow of a boulder, and Tara shot around to the side, catching me. Oh, how terrible, now I was forced to perform oral sex on a gorgeous bronze-skinned beauty. Kneeling there in the grass, sun bathing us both, with my tongue buried deeply between the folds of Tara’s delicious pussy, I felt like the luckiest guy on the planet. She then bent over and told me I needed to get behind her and lick at her clit the other way. After that, she lavished attention on my already painfully hard cock, before leaning up against a tree and begging me to put it inside.

Now, Regina was a bit shorter than me, but Tara was a bit taller than me, so I can say with certainty that certain positions are just easier with girls of different height. Standing up sex was a lot easier with Tara; I didn’t need to crouch down at all. Instead I was looking her in the eyes, watching her bite her lip and give me that lust-addled stare that told me she needed to be filled up.

We had sex for well over an hour. She wanted me to blast off inside her, of course, because that was Tara’s kink, but I backed off just before climaxing, and demanded a position change. By the time she pushed me back into the grass and mounted me, her eyes were blazing with frustration and need, and when I told her I was going to cum, she didn’t even slow down at little.

We were cuddled up and enjoying the weird sensation of tall grass framing us on all sides, pure blue sky above, when Vellenia’s head appeared.

Tara hadn’t been involved with Vellenia at all, and was initially shocked to have been caught by my bonded companion. It took some time and effort to get her to relax before she agreed to lay back down… without her clothes. A minute later, Vellenia reappeared—this time nude—and curled up on my other side. From there it was only a matter of time before Tara got turned on from watching me make out with Vel, or watching Vel get between my legs and use those tongues to get my cock back in fighting shape.

When I asked Vel to show Tara the tongue situation, she was mortified, and incredibly turned on. She didn’t want to have sex with a Nakamamon, but she desperately wanted to know what it was like to have Vellenia’s tongues writhing around up inside her, and over her clit. She both didn’t want to be involved with another woman, because she wasn’t into girls the way Ivy was, but she had to admit that being with Regina had its fun points. She also felt Vellenia’s caresses up and down her body, and gave in to the possibility of being treated like a princess.

Eventually she relented and allowed the Nakamamon to settle between her legs for what became a very vocal session. I took Vellenia from behind, holding her tail against my torso, and watched as Tara went through an unbelievable amount of orgasms. One after another, it seemed. Vellenia learned with eerie speed what did it for Tara and what didn’t. She found the g-spot on the inside of the leggy blonde’s pussy and lashed her tongues over it again and again.

Finally Tara needed to take my load, inside, as always. She begged for it, but couldn’t even move while Vel had her in the grips of continuous orgasms for over fifteen minutes. I watched with supreme satisfaction. Every time Tara tried to speak, she would convulse with an aftershock or a fresh climax, and it was incredible to watch my bond companion reduce her to jelly. Instead, I gave my insatiable Nakamamon my seed and grinned as Tara weakly protested.

In between this and the next off day four days later, I was drained dry by Vellenia twice, visited by Regina once, and had a session with Ivy and Isabelle while the others stared into the campfire and told stories.

Now, Isabelle was always the initial focus. I couldn’t let her get upset with the way things were going. If that happened, the couple might break up, and if the couple broke up, I would have disharmony in the group. Since we’ve established Fletcher is all about harmony even to his own detriment, it follows that Ivy and I spent a lot of time and energy rocking Isabelle’s world.

She loved to have the two of us sucking and licking at her nipples. Ivy and I would often finger her while going to town on her nipples, but just as often it would be the two of them making out and caressing one another while I ate out Isabelle. I’m sure it was just my imagination, but as the days went on without more of the anti-magic pills, she started to taste more and more like cotton candy.

Inevitably, Ivy would coax Isabelle onto my shaft, and we would make sure Izzy wanted me inside her, so it was less about me mounting her and more about her backing herself onto me, or lowering herself down. Once that happened, she was fine, so long as Ivy was there running her hands over her whole body, or making out with her. That meant sometimes Ivy would be straddling my legs and fondling her girlfriend’s hefty boobs. And other times she’d be sitting on my face, swapping tongues with her girlfriend while I tried to reach all the way inside her with only my tongue.

Once Isabelle was satisfied, it was my turn to take Ivy and give her a vigorous forking. She was a Guardian, and that meant I couldn’t keep up with her physically. I did end up raising Physicality to a 5, but she was rated above 8, easily. I’m almost certain she could handle everything I dished out, even putting my hand on her throat for a little breath play.

She would ask for it harder, and once I gave it to her harder, she would ask if that was all I had. Lucky for me, I had a bonus +2 on all my stats once I’d had sex with Isabelle, so I was that much closer to a match for Ivy. She wanted me to rail her while she held her ankles up around her ears. She wanted me to flatten her against the ground and slam down into her with as much force as humanly possible. Or superhumanly possible, since I was beginning to believe we were passing out of human maximums.

The weird problem I didn’t have to worry about for very long ended up being the convergence of my classes on level 20. Once I was there, I’d get a full Token refresh. As a Healer, I was quickly approaching. We found and healed up several other small gods who were all suffering from Severe Confusion. As a Pleasure Seeker, I was quickly approaching level 20 also.

Now, the weird dilemma—again, I worried about this some days even though I didn’t know I didn’t have to—was that if I wanted to avoid hitting level 20 as a Healer, I’d have to tell the others why. My four lovers knew about Pleasure Seeker, but Drat, Alan, Trent, Chrysta, and Larelle did not. And if I wanted to avoid hitting level 20 in Pleasure Seeker, I needed to give up arguably the best part of being in this world: the frequent carnal delights.

This was unacceptable to me, though it wouldn’t be for long. I ended up grabbing levels 17, 18, and 19 in Pleasure Seeker, and levels 18 and 19 in Healer.

And then Cinzy showed up and ruined everything.

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