Divinity Rescue Corps
91- Pain In The Ass

Blake returned with his arms and legs all gashed up, and demanded healing. The look on his face clearly conveyed that if I said no, I might just join the Ferrosaur—or Ferrosaurs plural—that had given him those scratches. This was how I applied Healer’s Breath, followed by making up a quick healing potion with one of the Wizard’s supplies, since most of mine were in the Ferrosaurs’ bellies. I worked in silence, not looking at the moron.

He squinted at me, eyes narrowed like he was deciding whether to pull a Chewie and rip my arms off.

“I killed those things,” he told me, with quiet venom.

“Good,” I lied, and scored another Deceit success.

“Pain in the ass, the both of them.”

I wondered if he got any xp for that, if the Wizard had refused to go down into the gorge and face down the two dragons. Or had Blake just jumped down there and given it his all, xp be damned?

I didn’t know, and I didn’t care. Part of me knew I needed answers about what he got up to, and his level of power, so my people could take him down. That said, every time I interacted with him, I had to bite my tongue to keep from saying something that would get me torn apart.

They got one of the Wizards to lock me in place this time, a band of rope that glowed with weak magical light in the oncoming dusk. I frowned at the magical binding.

Blake and Archie went over to the campfire that night and drank a whole lot of alcohol. Where they had gotten it I don’t know, but they got good and sloshed.

***

It is very easy to imagine that Cinzy was very grateful for both saving her brother’s life, and also not ratting her out as a secret conspirator trying to upend Blake’s psychopathic operation. She hypnotized the guard on duty to fall asleep, then came into my new digs.

Now, that she had the Prismatic Apparel that the God of Apparel had gifted me, she always had an amazing and different outfit. The Prismatic Apparel was presently a backless shirt in a navy blue fading to white, with a high neck like a choker. She went with a white pleated tennis skirt. I wasn’t certain the Prismatic Apparel could be two articles of clothing or not, so if she’d come across a white pleated skirt in her travels, that was amazing. This ended in fluffy white socks reaching to her knees and comfy white tennis shoes.

I kept not trying to rake my eyes up and down her body, and failing. The open leg above her knee and below her skirt was doing it for me, as were her bare arms and the glimpse of her back I’d gotten when she entered. The band wrapping around her throat like a choker was really doing it for me.

Cinzy was always really doing it for me. That was a function of Likability, I thought.

“Drat’s not going to try it with Blake,” she muttered.

“I know,” I said. I was tired.

“He’s too dangerous. Too strong and too fast.”

“I know.”

“If Drat doesn’t get him on the first strike, Blake will rip him apart.”

“I know.”

“You did a really good thing today,” she said.

“I’m glad you think so.”

Seeing that I wasn’t in the mood to make chitchat, she went over the plan. Blake had seven out of his twelve Boys left. That was good, but not enough. Any one of them could—and would—wreck havoc on the Wizards, and her, and me, if any flaw crept into the plan. They had the Physicality, and the Wizards were tied up, so they could easily tear the innocent members apart, or hold them hostage. They still had double the numbers of the Divinity Rescue Corps’ contingent of Guardians, and Blake was a ridiculous level. He’d also reportedly killed both of the Ferrosaurs.

He could probably take on at least Larelle, but probably more than just her. Having watched him punch, I could safely say he was a danger to all four of our Guardians by his lonesome. Whatever plan Drat was making up needed to be absolutely foolproof or innocent people were going to suffer. Because I didn’t doubt for a second that he could, and would, order them to take human shields, and use the advantage to plow through my team in heartbeats.

“You used up all your Physicality Tokens didn’t you?” she asked.

“Yep.”

“Damn.”

“You wanted them for… doing it?” I knew immediately that this was the wrong answer, but sitting here in my lean-to on the single stool they’d provided wasn’t helping my brain work any. What I mean to say is that being in the same room as Cinzy was giving me a hard on.

She frowned, then laughed under her breath. “No, you boob, I wanted them so you could sprint out and get back to the town. The plan is to have you lure the meatheads to the town.” She held up a hand to stop me from interrupting her. “Of course there’s more to the plan than that… but you need your Physicality Tokens. Now we have to get them back.”

I’d spent a lot of Tokens today. Free Tokens on top of the Physicality ones, on top of Temporary Physicality Tokens. There were never enough of the darn things.

“We need to wait a little longer,” she said. I sighed, not liking it, but believing her. Yes, we did need to wait a little longer. And in the meantime my hand was chained to the tree that made up the corner of my new laboratory.

Cinzy fell to her knees. Her hands slid up from my knees to my thighs. “In the meantime, may I thank you for saving my brother?”

“You don’t have to thank…” I trailed off. The expression on her face told me she wanted me, and badly. She didn’t have the typical half-lidded eyes and parted lips, but a vulnerable expression with wide open eyes and a pensive smile.

“You want to frack, don’t you?”

She nodded.

“Okay,” I told her. “We have to be quiet though.”

Her fingers continued to creep up my thighs. “May I… suck your cock?”

I have to say there is something so weird about having an absolute ten squatting before me and asking for permission to service me sexually. So weird and so welcome.

“Kisses first,” I said.

She got up on her knees to press her lips to mine. That alone was heaven. It was like her body had its own skincare routine without needing anything. We kissed several times, her hands on my thighs and my free hand roaming. I ran it hand up and down her exposed back. The touch caused her to shiver and moan into my mouth. Sliding my hand lower, I pulled up her skirt and caressed both cheeks in turn, then pressed two fingers against her back door.

That did it. She looped both arms around my neck and lavished attention on my mouth with her tongue. She nibbled, licked and rubbed to show me I was doing what she liked. And I could tell she wanted me to slip my hand into her panties and finger her ass, but I broke the kiss.

“Now,” I told her, with quiet force, “suck my cock.” The flush in her face was impossible to miss. The biting of the lip. The ardent need in her eyes. I proceeded to watch as she removed my pants and slipped them off one leg, then the other. She was methodical about it, too, folding my socks and pants. Reminded me of the geisha stories, where some demure Japanese woman, eyes downcast, would take care of absolutely everything.

I cupped the back of her head and loved the silkiness of her hair just for my own gratification; Cinzy shuffled between my legs and took me in hand, then began licking with long strokes.

Her blowjob technique lacked something. She would need coaching. Not today though. For now, in the dim flickering light filtering in through the lean-to, I watched her worship my rod.

“How is it so delicious?” she asked in between licks and kisses. She took the head into her mouth and sucked until she gagged, then slowly backed off before trying again. The sensations, and the knowledge that she didn’t do this regularly, were heaven.

She started really working, and all talk disappeared. I luxuriated in the sensation of being served, and when my hand fell away from the back of her head, she dutifully retrieved it and placed it back there. She alternated encircling my girth and playing reverently with my balls.

“Ugh, you feel so good,” I muttered, and was rewarded with a gurgling sound.

After a while, I felt myself wanting to paint the back of her throat. Fill her mouth. Pull out and spray all over her face.

That wouldn’t do.

“Hold on,” I told her, and she froze with her mouth full, staring up at me. “Panties off. Climb up on here.”

“You don’t want to cum in my mouth?” she asked playfully.

“I don’t want to repeat myself,” I said, again with that gentle force. Since using Blissence, I knew exactly who Cinzy was and what drove her. She wanted someone to be in control, sexually speaking. Just as Isabelle needed reassurance and Tara needed my seed inside her, Cinzy needed to be told what to do.

She pulled away from where she’d been licking and sucking, and I didn’t miss the string of saliva connecting her lips to my shaft. “Okay.”

She had her bottoms off in a flash, and straddled me.

“Am I well lubricated?” I breathed.

“Yesssss,” she hissed.

“I could use a little more.”

Reaching down, she nestled my shaft in between her lower lips and began grinding her body forward and back along my full length. The heat and the pleasure were incredible; the bottom of my cock was especially sensitive.

“You want me in your butt, don’t you?”

“Please,” she breathed.

I reached up and took her slender neck in my hand, gently. “You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you?”

She nodded into my shoulder, still rocking her hips forward and back.

“Tell me what you want then.”

“I want your cock in my ass,” she whispered without hesitation. It was almost enough to make a guy climax all over himself.

Spending the Token to boost our pleasure was easy right then.

“All right then, put it in. Then I want you to lean back.”

This wasn’t easy to accomplish, but she was athletic and supple enough to first impale herself on me, then use both of my knees to hold herself up. She groaned in exertion and in pleasure, and I got to see the place where we were joined.

The pressure was intense. The sensations were intense. I kept Adaptability working with conscious effort, so I wouldn’t hurt her.

“You’re so… big,” she breathed.

“I can be bigger,” I said casually, as if it were no big deal, before thumbing her clit with my free hand.

Positioned like this, Cinzy had to do all the work. Her toes barely reached the ground, so she placed her feet on the stool and began fucking me. At first she had been staring down at me, but now her head fell back as her whole body rose and fell, rose and fell.

“Fletcher,” she groaned.

“Quiet,” I admonished, but I also smiled and let Adaptability slip a bit. My length and girth both increased deep in her ass, and she froze before pulling up off me, and thrusting back down hard.

“I… can’t…” She moaned again and again in response to the work my thumb was doing at her pussy, and loudly. It was only about three more minutes of thrusting me deep into her asshole before she came, quietly shuddering, her foot slipping off the stool to jam her even further down on my length.

“Turn around,” I told her. “Lay against me.”

A spinner is a girl who can rotate around on top of a man with his cock buried inside her, and I had only seen it happen in porn before coming to this weird world. Now I saw her slowly and with care turn around so I could see her dynamite ass pumping away at me. Soon though she lay against my chest and placed her feet on my knees.

“I want you to get three fingers inside yourself,” I ordered, not stopping my work at her clit. In this position, I’d have to release it and lift her up under her ass in order to thrust upwards, but it worked.

She came again when she had only a single finger inside herself. She came yet again the moment the third finger got in there, a good five minutes later. Every time she went through another clamping, shuddering fit of climax, the pleasure ramped up from ten to twelve, and I had to strain to keep from filling her up.

“I’m going to cum on your face,” I told her.

“Oh… my… gods…” she managed. I didn’t know if she’d heard me.

“Your eyes will be closed and your mouth will be open. And I will make you look like a whore.”

“Oh gods.”

“Then you’re going to scoop all of it up and into your mouth, and swallow it.”

“Oh gods,” she whispered, “Oh gods, oh gods.”

“When that happens, you’ll be mine entirely, understand? No matter what happens, I will make time for you and give you the pleasure you need, and treat you like the princess you are when I can.”

She just repeated her prayer.

“And sometimes I will have sex with someone else. That doesn’t mean I like you less. It just means others have needs that I can fulfill. And when I come back to you, it will be to make you feel amazing.”

She kept repeating the same words again and again, frigging herself and filling herself with full of me.

“Cinzy, do you understand me?”

Her head laying limply against my shoulder, she nodded just a fraction.

“If you don’t want to be mine completely, you just have to stay where you are.”

“I—”

“Hmm?” I asked.

Her hips rose and fell, bringing me right to the brink. “I’m yours. Completely.”

“Good girl,” I said shakily, “because I’m ready.”

The hottest girl I’d ever seen in real life scrambled up off me and got down on her knees between my legs, mouth open and eyes closed. When I came, it was like a river. I blasted off into her hair, over one cheek and then over the other. My seed pooled on her closed eyes, it got up her nose, and in her mouth.

After that, I watched in astonishment as this supermodel girl did exactly as ordered, using her fingers to get all of it she could, and licked her fingers before going back for more.

Those few minutes watching her was enough to get me hard again. I was twenty, after all, not fifty. This time I clamped a hand over Cinzy’s mouth while I bent her over my single stool, and railed her ass until I lost track of time and orgasms. The second load took time in getting there, but get there it did, and I let it all out up her ass.

She collapsed on top of where I sat on the provided sleeping bag, head on my thigh and holding onto my leg like I might suddenly teleport away.

Things were so crazy.

This is Christopher not believing his luck, both good and ill.