Divinity Rescue Corps
54- Beast Talker, Pathfinder, Survivalist

The individual conferences I had after the team split to get to work involved first Regina, and next Drat. Cinzy seemed disappointed not to be joining us, and cast several glances back our way before drifting away to join the others and get to work.

Regina took me aside, and we were soon joined by Tweedle Dee. The flower fox rubbed against my leg and I reached down to give him some attention while we talked.

“Ugh,” she said.

“What’s that?”

“You were so… ugh. I mean I watched you plow through like a dozen natives without stopping. I keep getting wet just thinking about it, and I have to use a rag to keep myself from looking too shiny. I think maybe Isabelle noticed.”

I couldn’t deny that my body was ready to go and down to fudge literally all day every day.

“Every time I look at you I can see your teeth clenched and you spewing like a gallon all over three of them at the same time. Do you know what that does to a girl?”

“Makes her want to concentrate on doing the best job possible?” I asked innocently.

“It makes her want to take her man aside and get railed until she loses her ever-loving mind!” she all but shouted, then ducked her head.

“A little louder for the people in the back.” I laughed at her embarrassment and bent to give Dee some belly scratches when he rolled onto his back, tongue lolling. Several tails thumped on the wooden decking again and again.

We planned to meet up after I found and spoke with Drat. I needed to investigate the marsh over where it turned out of sight and a stand of thick forest blocked our sight.

“That’s great, a great plan,” she said enthusiastically. “Then I can suck your cock and get your monster back inside me before I explode.”

I arched an eyebrow at her, and took several deep, cleansing breaths. “I would say keep it in your pants, but… ugh. Anyway, we are strictly forbidden from talking about this kind of thing in public until the god has been found, treated and cured. And that, my dear, is an order. Like an actual order.” I couldn’t really handle walking around with an erection. It would mean answering some pretty awkward questions.

Her smile faltered and her face became serious. “My dear?”

“What?” I asked.

“You said ‘my dear.’ Am I your dear?”

It had just come out, apparently. “Uh… is that… something you’re okay to be called?”

She considered. “I think… yes. Yes, it’s okay. I like it.”

“Well then, my dear, you’re only allowed to get me hard when we’re not surrounded by people.”

“As you wish, my dear,” she said, but I caught the telltale sheen of moisture between her legs and the way she was shifting her weight back and forth again and again. I also noted that she was thrusting her boobs out at me.

I wanted to take a little time to get my body under control, but I had very little time before Drat appeared. Regina went off north to the part of the marsh yet unexplored, and Drat was simply there the moment she had gone.

I tried to handle this without jumping a foot, but jump scares are always in horror movies for a reason. They work. “You shouldn’t do that.”

“You going to order me not to?” he asked, with only a touch of the snide.

“I confess, no, I’m not into forcing people to do things.” I wanted to be an easygoing guy. I hoped to have things go smoothly. I wished all these problems wouldn’t constantly crop up. But then life got in the way.

He nodded, saying nothing.

“Look,” I told him, “I know it’s only been a few days, but have you got something for me?”

Drat had been doing his job as Rogue, which was ferreting out the information we were after. In particular we needed to know who had caused the eggs such distress that they were infected. The mental malaise I’d had to cure with concentrated happy-juice had come from somewhere. I knew it was a concentrated blast of rage and frustration. Drat was in charge of figuring out who, or what type of Nakamamon was doing this sort of thing, or if it was the presence of yet another malfunctioning god.

“We are going to want to tread really lightly, boss,” he said, looking around. “These folks have good ears, even though they don’t look like they have ears at all.”

We locked eyes, and both looked at the planks below our feet. The third transformation form was called the Marshmellow, a wonderful and innocuous name… or was it? Though they were a very chill species, they could be in the marsh directly below us.

“Okay,” I said. “But you’ve got something.”

He nodded.

“Do we need to be worried about the people here?”

He shook his head. “They’ve already seen that our team are the good guys. You did the egg saving bit. We’re good in their eyes.”

“It’s not a god, because you’d have just told me, and then we could handle the problem of finding it and curing it.”

He nodded slowly.

The confidential and sensitive nature of his behavior right now meant the perpetrator was human. Possibly a friend of one of our team members.

“All right. Write it down then… we’ll have Alan cast his disappearing reappearing ink spell on the information and get it passed back to HQ. When we’re further away from prying ears, or when I’m free, you tell me.”

Drat nodded.

Regina wasted zero time in showing me exactly what was about to happen when we went out ranging. Walking ahead of me meant she grasped each butt cheek and gave it an encouraging waggle, making it bounce just a bit more than before. She was also thrusting out her hips like she was a model doing a naked runway walk.

She’d glance over her shoulder and grin, even while Tweedle Dee pushed his head into her palm for ear scratches. I got into it, too, reaching forward for a couple of nice butt pinches.

“Well if you’re going to be like that,” she muttered over her shoulder, and stopped suddenly. This led to me crashing into her backside, and her giggling. It wasn’t long before my body started responding to this treatment. The next time she halted and I collided with her butt, I was fully hard.

“Already?” she asked quietly.

“In my defense, somebody’s got herself a really sexy butt,” I said.

“You keep talking like that and you’re going to find yourself getting very laid, Mister Fletcher,” she said, and rubbed herself back and forth on my now insistent erection.

Dee was set on watch, and when Regina spun to face me, it was with fire in her eyes. All the joking fell away. She had a blush on her, making her skin the same color as her hair. It had flushed down the sides of her neck, and over the top of her chest, where she was heaving.

We were just out of sight when Regina fell to her knees in the grass and appraised my cock.

“God, Fletcher,” she sighed. “How did I get so lucky?”

I didn’t know what to say to that, so instead I just ran my fingers through her hair and smiled. I was still having trouble knowing exactly why any woman wanted to bed me… though less trouble than the first time. Now that I’d had so many partners, it was starting to make sense: the emerging muscles, the disappearance of the fat, and one hoped my winning personality had a little something to do with it.

With my cock in hand, she licked at it from root to tip, then spent some time bobbing her head back and forth. With my increased Girth, she could no longer take more than a few inches before bottoming out.

Gasping, she pulled back and licked down lower. “You’re way bigger than before, Fletcher.”

“Should I apologize?”

“Definitely not,” she muttered. “But… if you get any bigger… it’s going to start hurting. Some positions already hit too deep.”

What a compliment.

Regina kept going, making obscene noises and humming deep in her throat. She seemed entranced by the act, like she had slipped out of normal thought and into an unconscious or meditative state. Like she could suck on my cock forever, if necessary.

She was getting better, too. I could tell she was using more lip and tongue action than previously, extending her tongue out on the downstroke. It felt forking amazing.

Eventually I twined my fingers in her hair and tightened them to give her the indication that she could get up and let me return the favor. When she continued, staring up into my eyes and the corners of her mouth curled up into a hint of a smile, I hissed through my teeth.

“Now,” I growled. “I want to be inside you now.”

“Attaboy,” she purred, and lay back.

I was down between her legs in a flash, slotting my cock down and dragging the head back and forth over her well-lubricated slit. It seemed a lot smaller now, facing my larger size. She started wriggling and moaning before I’d even pushed in.

“Please,” she begged. “Don’t make me wait. Fork me, Fletcher.”

She even pulled back on her legs, until they were parallel with her torso. This was also obscene. The head pushed down, met resistance, met more resistance, and just when she was gritting her teeth and groaning in a mixture of pleasure and pain, it popped inside.

“Oh my gooooooods,” she moaned. “Ohhhhh…”

Now, I didn’t know that if you have the same partner, her body simply adjusts to fit your size. I had never had the same partner over and over. It wasn’t part of my reality to have so much sex your partner feels different. I hadn’t gone away on vacation or gotten into a fight, having sex withheld for long enough that her inner walls changed size and went back to incredibly tight, after having had daily sex. So when I had to force myself in there, it was just normal now.

Pleasure’s Bounty asked if I’d like to spend a Token to enhance our shared pleasure, and I gave my consent.

It was like fireworks were going off inside me. Now every shift of position and every smidgen of movement felt like going at it full bore for minutes on end. It was like putting on glasses for the first time and seeing across the street, except with my sense of touch.

Regina came immediately. Her body hunched down into itself several times, over the course of about ten seconds, and her eyes scrunched closed in a familiar way. Mouth opening, she half repeated my name several times while the spring of her orgasm wound tighter and tighter, and finally popped.

“Flet… Fletch… ohhhhh Fletcher… fuuuuhhhhh…”

As for me, her pussy wrapped around the head of my cock and squeezed to either side. I froze, because I could feel my own spring tightening, ratcheting up bit by bit as her body attempted to milk me.

After several full body shudders and some lighter aftershocks, I started to really give it to her.

“Wait…” she begged. “Fletcher, st... st-ohhhhh—”

I couldn’t stop. Even though I could see her spring winding tighter and tighter again, after only a few seconds, I needed to feel her squeezing every inch of me. I couldn’t stop my hips without a gun to my head. Several more strokes and I was halfway inside her. That did it.

She came again, harder this time. Hard enough that she let go of her legs and flopped down bonelessly. The shakes and shudders were just as intense, and actually seemed to go right on.

This time I didn’t stop. I just grabbed onto her hips, bent down to try to distract myself by getting my tongue all over her glittering boobs, and sawed in and out of her.

I was almost all the way embedded in her vice-like tightness, listening to her sputter and beg for mercy without being able to articulate full words.

I was doing this. Me, Fletcher, a limping punching bag for jokes and fists all throughout high school, the pity party for anybody that actually cared, was rocking a beautiful woman’s world.

Regina’s mouth closed and her teeth clenched yet again, and her eyes shot open. The spring had somehow wound down again and tightened to such a degree she couldn’t even make a sound. A tiny squeal emerged from between her teeth.

She came again.

I couldn’t hold on longer after her third rapid fire orgasm. Sure I had Stave Off at level 2, but the absolute treasure trove of heightened pleasure from the special ability overcame it.

“I’m…” I tried, but couldn’t get the word out. If I spoke, I would dump a torrent inside Regina. Instead of speaking I pulled out of her tight confines, which pulled right back at me, and barely managed to get out of her before exploding in climax. I think she had another micro-orgasm right at the moment I popped free.

And then the dousing began. The first ropes hit Regina on the face, startling her, but subsequent blasts coated her boobs and then her stomach. She goggled down at what I’d done to her.

“Fletcher…” she breathed in wonder, then locked eyes with me. Her mouth worked open and closed, and she spent some time dipping a finger into what I’ve gifted her, swirling it around. “Holy gods, Fletcher.”

“I know,” I said. “It’s a big change.” And then, sheepishly, I asked her, “Can you… go again?”

“You bet your giant cock I can go again,” she said, though she didn’t sound as confident as the words she spoke.

Twenty minutes later, I did to her back and ass what I’d done to her front, and all but covered her. Her head was buried in her arms by that point, and she was essentially just a ball of continuous orgasm. The shuddering and breathless crying hadn’t stopped once I’d started rubbing the head up and down over her over sensitive slit.

After our little tete-a-tete in the scrubland beyond the marsh, Regina and I got cleaned up, then actually did the investigation we had been planning. While I checked through my gains, hoping for level 15 in Pleasure Seeker, Regina got to work being a Ranger, and did some ranging.

Unfortunately level 15 wasn’t on the menu, yet. I’d need to do even more delicious deeds before that happened.

Entwined Ecstasy: You have entwined with Regina Hampstead. Your relationship status remains unchanged presently. Your relationship level has changed to passionate pairing.

Pleasure from intimate acts between passionate pairing is boosted very strongly using Pleasure’s Bounty.

Your ability Wild Lore III has advanced to Wild Lore IV. Alternatively, you may replace Wild Lore with Beast Talker, Survivalist, Archer, or Pathfinder.

Do you wish to replace Wild Lore?

“Oh wow,” I breathed. Passionate pairing sounded pretty serious. Then again, I’d called her dear. The sex was getting more comfortable, with me reading her more easily, giving her more pleasure.

Beast Talker would influence my relationship with non-humanoid Nakamamon found in the wild. It wasn’t clear on the exact bonuses, but promised me a greater affinity with newly discovered Nakamamon. Based on the fact that I’d had a near-death experience from spooking a metallic bird, this sounded pretty great. Survivalist would probably give me skill bonuses for finding or making shelter, finding water, and producing food when away from the villages. Another excellent choice. The last option, Pathfinder, would increase speed and also make difficult terrain easier for me to navigate. Similar to the boots I had called Golightly, from the god of footfalls.

Archer was right out. I didn’t want to do violence in this non-violent world. I could probably conceive of uses for a bow that weren’t killing something, but there were other abilities with wonderful effects I didn’t have to shoehorn into usefulness.

I was tempted to see what Wild Lore IV meant and how it would aid me, but honestly, I hadn’t made any use of it. Beast Talker and Pathfinder both sounded better. I could give the Golightly shoes to one of my teammates in the latter case. However, making friends with the local flora and fauna was even more tempting.

I instructed the UI to give me Beast Talker, then had a look over the result.

Beast Talker

(Special Ability, Uncommon, passive)

Your Likability is considered +3 when dealing with non-humanoid Nakamamon found in the wild. You gain a Persuasion skill of +3 with them as well. Your Identify is considered +5 when used on a new species.

Unlike Wild Lore, this one started out at Uncommon rank. It was a huge leap forward in power level, and was passive. I wouldn’t have to succeed any checks or spend any Tokens to use it. Free bonuses all the time, score.

Dee joined us, sniffing around at the grass and the into the brush where we couldn’t hope to fit. The place was mostly a snarl of dense shrubbery that was basically impassible, but the flower fox navigated the whole thing like he was straight out of one of those liquid cat videos.

“You think he’s going to transform?” I asked.

“I sure hope not!”

“Why not?”

“Usually the transformed ones aren’t nearly so cute and cuddly. I like a fluffy and adorable companion pet, honestly. Those bright eyes, that silky coat. If he ended up as a humanoid…” she shuddered. “He’d be a furry.”

I laughed. “Yeah, that would be the worst.”

She shrugged. “I guess it wouldn’t be that bad. He would be a kitsune, I guess.”

There was a yip from somewhere inside the brush, and Regina started.

This is Christopher not liking the sound of that.