Divinity Rescue Corps
83- Sideswiper

Friend Fletcher, she said psychically. I can sense that my body would like to join with yours. I know we are unable to mate to create offspring, so this is confusing.

“There are plenty of ways for us to show each other affection,” I said, “and physically is one of those. You haven’t had the opportunity to mate previously?”

It turned out she was the only one of her kind in town. Shakindria was running her lips over my forehead now, and had one set of hands down the back of my shirt, feeling the smooth skin and the beginnings of muscles. Another set of hands was running up and down my pecs and abs, which still weren’t amazing. Another point or three of Physicality would do it… if I ever got that many attribute points.

“You can remove the shirt if you like,” I told her.

My shirt was gone about half a second later.

Her ardor and excitement for this were getting to me, and I ran my hands up and down her thighs, around her ass, then up her back.

“I have… to tell you something,” I said.

Don’t delay, she told me. The urgency in her tone told me we were about to dock in her port. The tactile sensations have caused something to bloom within me.

“I have an ability granted to me by a god, The Lovers.” And I explained as quickly as I could about Entwined Ecstasy: how it granted powers.

You mean if I share my body with you, it will be possible for you to grant me the powers of a Healer?

As soon as I nodded she levitated me off the chair and began to yank my clothing off. It was like being held in a giant’s hand, though much softer than I would have imagined possible. When her hands couldn’t do the job, a telekinetic fist grabbed hold of my pants and pulled them down over my legs and off, where they flew across the room.

Her own body straightened and her pants exploded off her without a visible sign. Next, her shirt unknotted itself and fell to the floor.

Opening Affinity to see the magic at work, I began to detect a purple current of power emerging from the gem at her forehead, and the swirl of power coalescing throughout her body.

Whatever change took Nakamamon when they were aroused, it was in full effect now. Nipples had appeared, darker yellow that was nearly brown. The juncture of her thighs was already slick with moisture, running down the insides of her thighs in rivulets.

This… There was hunger in her mental voice, on seeing my erection bare. One hand drifted over it, while several other hands reached out and traveled over my thighs and down my calves. One more hand cupped my balls, and she peered at it in fascination. This is what accomplishes the transfer?

“It will need to go inside you,” I told her. Although floating, I felt I could sit up and move against the cupping platform she’d created telekinetically. “But I simply must kiss you…”

She swam forward through the air and locked lips with me, eyes closed and humming into my mind. Contentment, hunger, interest, and other emotions slid over my brain and caressed my emotions, while hands encircled my shaft and her legs slide along my thighs. Her tongue slid over mine and we began to rotate midair while we kissed.

What I wouldn’t have given for extra pairs of limbs. I tried getting my hands on every part of this goddess, touching her legs, her ass, cupping her perfect breasts.

One hand lined me up with her slit and she pushed back against me.

As soon as the head sank into her tight confines, her eyes flew open and a gasp came from her throat. It was the first sound she’d made that traveled to my ears.

And what a pleasurable music it was. I drew out slightly and plunged back in, delighted at the second gasp of pleasure and shock. At the same time, her feelings came into me: surprise, the shock I was hearing, and the velvety sweet feel of pleasure overtaking everything else.

By rotating us midair, I was now on top, and I pulled on her ass while driving downward to sink in further. Throwing back her head, she let out a loud moan.

The special ability appeared, asking whether I’d like to bring Shakindria into the fold via Entwined Ecstasy, and I gave my consent. The Likability Token appeared, went cla-cling! and vanished a moment later. The sparkles left over sank into the two of us, and the pressure on my cock seemed to double.

“Ohhhh,” she groaned. More pleasure and wonderment flooded through the bond she had with my mind, telling me exactly how good I was doing. This is beyond compare, Fletcher.

“That is definitely true,” I ground out through gritted teeth.

One minute of passionate sex became two, two became five, and all the while Shakindria’s hold over her telekinesis wavered more and more. The signals I was receiving in my mind became erratic as the pleasure intensified. Finally I grabbed onto her as her climax approached, and reached out with my feet to get hold of the floor. It was all I could do, as the climax washed over this gorgeous creature’s body. Her pussy clamped onto my shaft and nearly caused me to cum deep inside, but I was far from finished.

Next, I had her on her hands and knees, and took hold of one of her pairs of arms in order to keep her from collapsing onto her face. I loved the feeling of her clutching at my full length, but more than that, I loved the ability to make this silent vixen cry out with her actual mouth, and lose control of her powers. Several more minutes passed, with the only sounds being our flesh slapping and her ecstatic gasps.

“Uh, again!” she gasped, and clamped down on me with her abdominal muscles yet again. That was the final straw; with a shout I blasted her insides with my seed.

***

The floor of Shakindria’s apartment was warm, and not unpleasant, being a smooth hardwood that was treated and varnished. Shakindria’s body was pleasant to touch as well, and with her head resting on my chest, I was able to smell the natural scent of her scalp. I was willing to bet she used peppermint oil or something like it.

She hummed into my chest, like, “Hmmmmm,” a sound I felt in my brain. That feeling was chock full of ease, satisfaction, and a complete lack of any anxiety or negative emotions.

Will you return? she asked with her brain.

“I will definitely try,” I said. “It’s my understanding that this town has quite a few afflicted gods, and also, I might be able to treat these people.” Now that I had my fifth special ability for growing the remedy plants I needed, I could probably spend weeks treating a great deal of the townsfolk… what they would do once they got their minds back I had no idea. They couldn’t just camp out outside the town like we were. They didn’t have homes or access to any of the basic necessities. Water that wasn’t tainted… well, Regina and I had found that, but it was miles away.

It would be better if I could find the source of the affliction and take care of all these people at once. That would’ve been next on the list, after healing all the minor gods, except somebody was about to throw a monkey wrench into all my plans.

I had just received enough experience in Pleasure Seeker to help me level up to 18, but first, I needed that sweet new special ability from Shakindria. I ignored the level up for now.

This UI message that arrived pertained to bringing her into the fold.

Entwined Ecstasy: You have brought Shakindria the Mindala into the fold. She has gained the ability Healer’s Breath. You have gained the ability Psyspeech from entwining with Shakindria. Entwine more deeply with Shakindria to unlock further abilities.

Okay. Psyspeech was identical to what I thought it was going to be.

Psyspeech

(Special Ability, Uncommon, active)

Communicate to a sentient creature using Psyspeech as a skill, plus Affinity. The effective range is 30 feet, and it can be used for up to one minute each time the skill check is passed.

Note: Psyspeech is taxing. Each successive use of the ability on the same day raises the difficulty by 2.

That was definitely awesome. I was curious about a few things, but decided to test it out right here and now. The initial check was Easy, with a difficulty of just 1 success, and my level 6 Affinity plus 1 level of Psyspeech was enough. After this it would be more challenging.

I thank you so much for your time, for this experience, and for the ability, I told her with my mind.

Oh! the response came back. What a curious sensation. Another in a long line of delights you have gifted me, human Fletcher.

“You’re very welcome.”

We lay and cuddled for a time, until I told her that, regrettably, this was a work day and I was on the clock.

Man, being my own boss was awesome.

She continued to trail the fingers on six different hands over my bare skin for a time, before allowing me to sit up. She grabbed my pants and shirt with her mind and floated them over to me, so I could get dressed, but didn’t bother with her own nakedness. It cannot be helped, I suppose, she told me mentally. And I see that you have already bonded a Nakamamon. You must go, then. Please, Fletcher, do not forget about me.

I made a promise I wouldn’t be able to keep. “I’ll definitely be coming back. Count on it.”

Then I left. For a good long while.

Out in the town, I still had to be careful not to trip over people who seemed to be either spaced out or in a coma. Without the red haze, everything here seemed plain old again. Just a town, nothing to see here, some of the buildings appear to be made of crystal, sure, and others undulate when you walk by them, like you’re the t-rex. I was wondering if Larelle and Chrysta would return to retrieve me when I heard it.

“Fletcher…”

My head snapped around.

“Cinzy?” I asked. The voice was unmistakable all on its lonesome, but she also had an ability to throw her voice like this. And her using that ability was probably bad. She was either trying to trick or lure me, or she was in trouble.

Fletcher? Shakindria asked, and my head snapped around again. She was leaning out of the second story window of her smithy, still nude save for her silvery jewelry, and I had a strong urge to head back up into the house and have another antigravity frack session.

“I’m sorry,” I told her, and headed over in the direction of where the sound seemed to originate. “I heard something…”

Do you need assistance? she asked.

“It shouldn’t be necessary,” I told her. “I’m hoping that voice doesn’t mean there’s danger.”

Was that her face peeking out from behind a building over there? I narrowed my eyes, and with Eagle Eyes I found myself looking at half of Cinzy’s head. For only a moment. She disappeared behind the building.

“I will… speak with you later,” I told her, and began pelting off before I could hear her reply. 

“Fletcher…” Cinzy’s voice came again.

The town wasn’t large; only a good twenty minute walk from front to back, though it was wide on the enormous flaps of the wingy-thingies of the Humpalumpagus. Since I was heading through the town and not up either side of the swoosh shape, it wasn’t long before I came to the end of the buildings and spun in a circle.

“Cinzy? Is that you?” Silly question; it was definitely her. But people do and say some pretty silly things when they don’t think anybody is watching. Hell, they say some pretty silly things when people are there and their brains aren’t working properly.

There. I caught sight of her off to my left, towards the smaller swoosh wingy-thingy. She disappeared behind another building, and I rushed towards it like a very smart person would. This was clearly a trap.

I ducked into the first alley I came to in order to try to head her off, and when I was a block down, I skidded to a stop, looking around.

“Fletcher…”

Cinzy was just one building away, staring at me, though she had a morose look to her, like she was doing something distasteful.

“Why are you doing this?” I called. Two steps took her out of sight, and I gritted my teeth. I knew I needed to head back, to grab the girls. Tara could get an aerial survey with Airaconda, Regina had a fast movement ability, and the Guardians obviously had their abilities to keep me out of harm’s way. What did I have? The ability to grow plants fast.

But here’s the thing: I’d been in this world for a good three months now, and nothing, I mean nothing, had made me feel like I was in actual imminent danger. The only time that came close was when I stared down Blake and felt the Intimidation power pour the fear into me. I’d been up in the air on a flying lake dragon. I’d been deep underground with the threat of drowning on the table. I’d been in a town where all the natives were turning into sadness zombies. I had actually nearly died, though I didn’t know what I was doing at the time, from touching the divine, and I hadn’t been scared.

Honestly, even seeing the Scorchomp, the draconic flame lizard that was probably the size of a medium bus, I’d only been amazed at the size of the thing rather than afraid it was coming to eat my face. Fire aspects probably ate crystals or creatures like Trent’s Nakamamon Garnet, which was nothing more than a huge gem.

Last, I was much stronger than when I entered this world. I was possibly four times stronger, if the attributes mapped like that. I had tons of abilities, and plenty of Tokens, even if I didn’t want to spend them. I had tools in my toolkit. What did I have to be afraid of?

So when I tell people that my sense of fear was wasted and withered, and I wasn’t scared, they might rightly accuse me of being a damn idiot, but at least they understand that there was nothing I thought was going to try and kill me. I might find Cinzy afflicted with some illness that I could get her out of, which projected psychic images and sounds into my head. I might find a Nakamamon that was using the image of Cinzy in my brain to get me to see something, like a faithful dog trying to point humans toward something hurt. It could’ve been anything.

When I came around the corner, I ended up ensnared in a net.

“Cinzy!” I called, not realizing what was going on or why.

“There we go. Don’t hurt him,” someone was saying.

“I’ll hurt him,” another someone said. “I don’t mind one bit.” I recognized that voice.

“We need him,” the first someone said.

“We need him alive,” the familiar voice said. “Boss didn’t say we needed him totally unharmed.”

“Look, man, I didn’t—”

A strange sound pelted through the air and my whole world went dim for a second before I understood what had just happened. I was on the ground and nursing a bruised tailbone before I could identify the sound—electricity—and the super-fast blackout feeling. Another thing that happened was a hood was placed over my head, or rather someone’s t-shirt being used as a blindfold, now tied behind my head.

I’d been electrocuted. This would be the work of Wendell the storm ferret, or whatever his Nakamamon was actually called, and his human Ranger buddy, Timmy.

“How much do I need to dance for you, Timmy?” I asked.

“How does he—”

“Shut. Up.” The second voice said. “We’re not doing names, okay? You’re boss and I’m…”

“Timmy,” I said. “You’re Timmy, Ranger, you were level 16 when I interviewed you. You’ve got a storm ferret called Wendell. And right now I’m really glad you aren’t on my team.”

Another quick zap shorted out my ears. I had no clear idea of how long I was out of commission—a few milliseconds or a few minutes—but when I could hear again, it was an argument.

“—hurt him. That guy is a jackass and he can eat farts. What I just gave him doesn’t even begin to cover that he deserves. Fuck him, and if you’re gonna get on my case, fuck you too.”

“Walk away, Timmy.”

“I told you not—”

“Walk. Away.” Boss had used that intimidate ability on him, that much was clear by the mana-infused words. I felt their power, but I wasn’t the subject of the special ability, so the deep and resonant boom that turned Boss into a being of terror didn’t affect me. This made it crystal clear Boss was a Guardian.

Timmy made a frightened sound and turned to run off. I heard a clatter, which I’d later confirm was Timmy scrabbling, knocking into one of the makeshift houses, and clawing at the walls in an effort to get away just as fast as possible.

“You guys running a team out here?” I asked.

Boss sighed. “You’re not in a position to be asking questions, are you? Look, man, I don’t know why I’m under orders to capture you and blindfold you. I don’t even know how you can go into this podunk without contracting the sleepies. What I do know is that my orders are to bring you in, so that’s what I’m gonna do.”

“Cinzy?” I called. “Cinzy, are you there?”

“Don’t—”

“I’m here, Fletcher,” I heard, from further off.

I turned my blindfolded face towards her to simulate that I was talking to her. Then, I engaged Psyspeech so I could make this private. Boy did it suck to need to use this so soon after I’d gotten it. Boy was I happy to have the ability.

Thankfully, I succeeded the difficulty 3 check.

Cinzy, listen, I told her with my mind, even though she couldn’t listen. The words just appeared in her mind. When you have a chance, I need you to come talk to me in private, okay? We’ll sort this out without anybody getting hurt… more hurt than I already am. Please. I’m sorry about what happened.

There was no way I would succeed the next attempt, so I’d have to try again tomorrow. And there was no way for Cinzy to communicate back with me to show me she got the message, except…

A gasp followed.

“What just happened?”

“I got a splinter,” Cinzy grumped. “The one wooden house on this block and it had to be the one I put my hand on.”

She sounded convincing to my ears.

“Let’s move out,” Boss said, and two people helped me to my feet, then started marching me away from the town of Glumpdumpkin. I made sure not to help them out.

This is Christopher in his new role as a hostage.