Divinity Rescue Corps
82- The Mindala

Given the plethora of fornication I was doing in between my Healer duties, I was able to reach level 17 and then 18 as a Pleasure Seeker.

Level 17: +1 Likability, +1 free attribute point

Level 18: Gained Ability: Drive In Deeper

I’d been meaning to add to Physicality, so I did that. The change was subtle, but once I knew what to look for, it was noticeable. More power thrusting, nice, more stamina walking, nice, and I could now faintly see a six pack if I leaned back and sucked in a little. My frame now appeared lean and toned.

The special ability was really something.

Drive In Deeper

(Special Ability, Rare, Passive)

While having intimate relations with a partner, you and your partner gain increased mana and health regeneration rates.

After having intimate relations with a partner, provided you both achieve orgasm, you and your partner replenish a Token based on your partner’s highest attribute.

No way was this going to be a bad thing. Achieving orgasm had never been an issue for any of my partners, thankfully. The increased mana regeneration sounded great, though I wouldn’t need the health regeneration. I hadn’t been seriously wounded yet… unless you counted being poisoned by sheer divine power.

I still had the three skill points from level 16, and I was torn about how to spend them. On one hand, I wanted to sink more skill levels into all my Healer skills, but on the other hand, I could just increase my capacity to bone. With the Qualities, like Adaptability, I could fulfill Chrysta’s wish to have some intimacy. Since she couldn’t touch anyone without damaging them, her only option was ghost sex. And since I’d just made that up, I didn’t think she could actually do it.

The problem plaguing Glumpdumpkin was enormous, and I’d need all the help I could get to deal with a more difficult god than the God of Apparel.

And lastly, I’d promised to put points into Divine Resistance. Sure my new item from the God of Apparel gave me bonus ranks in the skill, but everybody needed it given the situation we were facing.

So I compromised: one point of Adaptability, one point of Divine Resistance, and one point to Healer. I left it for now, because there was no knowing what size the god was. It might be large or even huge. There was no way of knowing.

So it was time to review my character sheet.

Christopher Fletcher

Healer - Trainee 18

Pleasure Seeker - Novice 18

attributes:

Affinity 6

Durability 6

Ingenuity 8

Likability 6

Physicality 5

Healer Skills:

Diagnosis (physical 3, spiritual 3, magical 3, 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

Pleasure Seeker Qualities:

Girth 1

Load 1

Stave Off 2

Length 1

Tongue 1

Adaptability 3

Other Skills:

Identify 5

Hiking 3

Cooking 1

Persuasion 1

Meditation 2

Divine Resistance 3

All other skills unranked

Unspent skill points: 1

General Special Abilities:

Hard At Work III (Uncommon, Passive)

Wild Lore II (Uncommon, Active)

Beast Talker II (Uncommon, Passive)

Stalwart II (Common, Passive)

Fierce II (Common, Passive)

Healer Special Abilities:

Healer’s EnduranceII (Common, Active)

Healer’s ResistanceII (Uncommon, Active)

Healer’s Breath (Uncommon, Active)

Verdant Rejuvenation (Uncommon, Passive)

Pleasure Seeker Special Abilities:

Blissense II (Rare, Active)

Post Sharing Clarity (Rare, Passive)

Drive In Deeper (Uncommon, Passive)

Some three weeks had passed since our arrival in Glumpdumpkin. The teensy soft winter had given way to a series of warm and rainy and wet days that could only be called ‘misty’ if you were being charitable. The soft, glorious kind of rain that makes you want to go out and get wet, then stomp in some puddles, go back inside, and read a book for several hours.

I had worked hard during our four day workweeks, had some really fun nights, and four exceptional days off. I’d cured some seven minor gods, and sent them on their ways.

All that changed when Cinzy showed up.

I was in Glumpdumpkin when it happened. I’d been speaking with the psychic Nakamamon who ran the smithy, the one with the large metal guy, the Alloyum. Shakindria was her name. Gosh, it was a pretty name. And also, she was a very pretty creature.

She was pleased to see me coming and going, and pleased to hear I was handling the profusion of small gods who had been caught up in the town’s… condition. I was pleased she thought so, and told her.

I wasn’t entirely clear on how to ask a girl for her digits, though I was considering ways to do so. Although my dance card was very often full, I knew Vellenia was supportive of me mating with others.

Oh crap. I chided myself for thinking impure thoughts… with a psychic aspect Nakamamon. Don’t be a complete idiot, Fletcher, she can probably hear your thoughts loud and clear.

In the meantime, Chrysta and Larelle were corralling yet another small god, which I had identified as the God of Flagstones. We hadn’t noticed it because of the Severe Confusion condition, but when we passed by it this time, the flagstone shaped beetle was moving around of its own accord.

“I’m pretty sure I’d tripped on that on one of our other journeys through here,” I told the psychic aspect Nakamamon.

She floated before me, still in her semi-transparent, gauzy blouse thing, her flowing pants, and her too-many-bangles. I did what I hadn’t done previously, and used Identify on her.

Mindala

First Stage Nakamamon

The Mindala are a species of psychics, ascetics, and artisans. They are known to use their telekinetic and illusion powers to inspire, entertain through several types of illusory theatre, and craft high quality items.

Typical length: 3-6 feet (medium)

Typical weight: 80-150 pounds

Gender: female

Aspect: psychic

Transformations: unknown -> Mindala -> unknown

Mindala has been added to your Nakamadex.

Okay, there was hope yet, that she couldn’t just break into my thoughts and know that I was lusting after her. It wasn’t a definitive no, she couldn’t, but it seemed less and less likely the more I read about her.

The floating psychic creature floated towards me slowly. I’m grateful to have someone to talk to after this time, she told me mentally. And I could… feel the gratitude radiating off her, along with something else. That something was… attraction? Interest in me as a person?

“That’s my pleasure,” I told her, and gave her my best warm smile. “You’ve been so helpful to our cause. I would like to speak with you more deeply regarding what’s happened.”

I would like that very much, she said. If you have time away from your busy schedule, you are welcome to enter my workshop and home.

I just needed to see if my handlers would give me a moment’s peace. I had a good ten hours of exposure to the contagion here in town before I would contract it.

I looked around, to find myself alone aside from Shakindria the Mindala. Larelle and Chrysta were transporting the God of Flagstones. The bug with the broad, stone plate for a carapace was really heavy, and it was taking their combined efforts to get it moving. I was on my own.

“Oh, it looks as though my coworkers are gone and I’m here all on my own.” I gave her a mischievous smile. “I’d be happy to join you inside.”

Shakindria’s house was just up a spiral staircase she had built herself, with the Alloyum’s help. She didn’t need it, and simply floated up to the hole in the ceiling, and I followed after, staring up at her backside through pants that had a slight shine to them.

Now, Shakindria’s skin was almost identical to mustard yellow. I liked the contrast between this and what appeared to be an amethyst embedded in her forehead. Her jewelry was mostly silver, with purple gems in a few of them.

The house she occupied was spartan, but decorated tastefully, like she spent almost all of her time down in the workshop. The furniture was made of wood, warm tones, and she had several warm tonal paintings on the walls that were abstract. It definitely struck me odd, like an alternate world where she worked as a blacksmith would have color field paintings by Rothko. 

Shakindria made tea and we chatted about how life was like normally in Glumpdumpkin (generally pretty great, though the governance was not without its faults), and how she felt about the humans arriving (again, generally positive, very interesting and funny). When I asked about the funny remark, she responded with the names of the towns and the moons.

Shagnasty, she snickered. A silly name. When the Grand Council for the Naming met, we decided unanimously to adopt these names.

“And… these places just didn’t have names before the humans showed up?”

Oh, they had names, she said. On the other hand… I can’t recall what they were. So far as I know, Snuffletrouser von Zipyankee is the only name for the other moon.

She went on to explain that the Renaming had effectively blotted out the past names of these things.

One of the things I was excited about when your earliest emissaries was the granting of permission, she told me.

“The… what?”

The granting of permission was an open and honest look into the mind of another. It was permission to probe psychically into someone’s mind. This was only done, she claimed, if one wished to be mates for life, and their whole personality might be laid bare to one another to avoid serious problems one might have with the other.

This is done between us psychic aspects. I would not ordinarily see it among a mouth speaker, but your early emissaries were happy with the concept, and they allowed us to see their full selves.

I had so many questions.

Were you capable of psychic communication, I could grant you partial permission, she said, and there was an undertone to her words that I didn’t get at first. I came to realize she was being coy, and flirtatious.

“What would that mean?”

You could enter me, she said, and that undertone was heavier now. Understand a lot of what it means to be Shakindria. See my deepest self.

That sounded rather sexual.

Sadly, you cannot probe me in such a fashion, she went on.

“Sadly,” I told her.

The humans explained that quite often, you are creatures of the short term, and of desires. This appeals to me and my kind.

This sounded a whole lot like it was time to get some Pleasure Seeker experience.

So often we are creatures of the mind. Our desires are for knowledge and understanding, and in the short term, we seek to expand our experiences by knowing the experiences of others. I have never been with a creature in the flesh. In fact, Mindalas hardly ever use the sense of touch.

“It’s maybe my favorite sense,” I told her. “Tough to decide though, I like taste a lot. But what you say seems sad, to rely on one way of doing things can be a bleak way to go about things. There’s a lot you’re missing out on.”

Expand on this, if you would.

“It would be just as simple to show you, and prove what it is I’m saying… if I were to take your hands, or give you a massage, or cook a meal for you.”

Oh!

I reached forward and took her hand. “I won’t hurt you,” I told her, and hoped this was true. Nakamamon were not the same as humans and might be fragile. Still, I began squeezing at the soft flesh of her hands, running my fingers in and out of hers, and enjoying the feel of her skin on mine. She was mustard yellow in coloration, with hints of purple all over, starting with the gem embedded in her forehead.

“Now, if you can relax those psychic senses, just focus on what I’m doing. You might want to stop floating… up to you.”

The UI gave me an opportunity to make a check here, Likability with Persuasion, and added the bonus from my Beast Talker ability from Regina. It then informed me that Shakindria had not opposed the check.

She slowly lowered down, but floated closer so that she was sitting on my lap. She’d uncrossed her legs in order to fit better, and ended up curling them around my back. I scooted forward in order to accommodate her.

The atmosphere had been inquisitive before, open and interested in what I had to say, but she’d quickly moved past that and into

Our faces were very close now, and I gave her a reassuring smile while pressing and massaging her hand, and then her forearm. She wasn’t heavy, and my stirring member really enjoyed the soft butt pressed against me.

“Here,” I said, and took her hands. This was a bit of a gamble, but I figured it was worth it. I placed both of her hands on my face and left them there, then began caressing the next set of hands that appeared. It seemed the disappearing-reappearing arms ability wasn’t limited to ice ghosts.

Shakindria sighed and began running thumbs over my face.

I could simply touch your body with telekinetic force, she told me.

“I’m aware,” I said, “but you wouldn’t be feeling this, would you?”

And I darted in a lick against her palm.

She actually giggled. For the first time since I’d met her, she made a noise from her throat. The sound seemed to shock her, and she jerked back a bit.

“That’s all right,” I told her. “Would you like to try something else?”

What do you mean?

“If you lean forward, you can smell me.”

She leaned forward, and with the two teensy nostrils above her mouth, inhaled the scent of my scalp.

This fragrance, her mind said with definite wonder, What is this?

“We have shampoo and soap with our traveling supplies,” I told her.

She spent the next several minutes just smelling me, proving that smell is one of the most powerful senses when it comes to wonder. In the meantime, I kept up the soft massage: over the wrists and forearms, and then her upper arms as well. She was sitting on me, so my instinct was to yank my clothes off and impale her, but I didn’t want to spook her. But there was something intoxicating about having a beautiful woman’s breasts right in your face while she smelled behind your ear and ran her thumb over your other ear, as if feeling it for the first time.

“It may smell good,” I told her, “but I wouldn’t recommend a taste. Nothing about hair tastes good, and least of all soap.”

The amusement came through psychically. She chuckled in her mind, and it radiated warmth in my heart.

This is Christopher growing to love this new world.

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