Divinity Rescue Corps
99- Ivy’s Show

Although the other world was in basically every respect better than earth, there was a stillness to the roadside motel we had gotten that just didn’t exist on the other side of the portal. Magic, the mysterious and malleable force that shifted the landscape around, meant change at all times. It also meant the life it enhanced as everywhere. There were constantly insects of every type, and plenty of types that never had been, everywhere. Birds as well, calling and hooting, frogs peeping and croaking, and bigger things snuffling through the darkness, or howling at the darkness, or in some cases shrieking.

While Izzy and Ivy roomed together, and Regina and Tara got a single room with two beds, Cinzy had gotten her own room. Like all the others, it had the identical maroon paint up to hip level, then a robin’s egg blue from there to the ceiling. Tasteful paintings of the West Coast were placed one per wall, and two flanking the large television. It had a couch, coffee table, dining table and two solid hardwood chairs.

But most importantly, it sported a huge king sized bed.

The way Cinzy’s room felt right now, you could very well hear your own thoughts… and the occasional eighteen wheeler passing a hundred feet that way.

“We’re not… having a planning meeting… are we?” Isabelle asked.

“Oh you sweet summer child,” Cinzy breathed. “No, we’re going to talk about… about, you know, the uh…”

“The elephant in the room?” Ivy asked.

Cinzy took a deep breath. “I… had hoped… to put this whole situation… behind us.” More like put this whole situation in her behind.

“The whole situation being your difficulty with Fletcher having sex with anyone other than you?” Ivy asked quietly.

“It’s not my fault, okay!” Cinzy all but shouted. She’d dramatically thrown a hand over her face. “You guys don’t understand, we did this ability where I got to see into his soul, all right?”

“Oh, the Blissense one, where you see his past and his deepest desires?” Regina asked.

Cinzy’s head snapped up and stared at her, then at me, then back at Regina. “Wait, wait wait wait wait…” Eventually it became clear that I’d used Blissense with all the others. Some of this had happened after the Blake situation. “You mean you all… with him?”

“Had sex? Or did the Blissense thing?” Tara asked. “I don’t know why I asked it like that, because the answer is yes for everybody. For both questions.”

“Ugh!” Cinzy said, fists balled and body tensed, like she was willing reality to be otherwise.

“I mean, it showed you his true heart, how he cares for people, how he wants to help everyone, the depth of his compassion. I totally get why you want to be with him. I get the jelly legs every time he smiles at me,” Tara went on.

“Thanks!” I told her. It was awkward, but lovely at the same time.

“And then of course all I want to do is get down on my knees and start sucking—”

“We get it,” Cinzy said, deadpan.

“Maybe it would help if we just ripped off the bandage,” Regina said. A hush fell over the room. “Yeah. Why don’t we sit Cinzy over there, and then Ivy can get what she needs, and of course Izzy is involved, and then maybe Cinzy will stop freaking out.”

Tara was nodding. Cinzy appeared to be incredulous at the very notion that my having sex with other women in front of her would somehow assuage the jealousy and possessiveness. 

“Yes please,” Isabelle said. “If I have to listen to her go on about Fletcher’s dick one more time I’m gonna scream.”

“I’m sorry, babe,” Ivy said. It was funny watching her face go through regretful contortions while she wore this slutty outfit. The fishnet shirt, the tube top, the short skirt, they all combined with the shaved head, the piercings, and the tattoos to create a badass look… and the knee high combat boots helped that look along nicely.

“Me too,” I added, and opened my arms for a hug.

Isabelle shuffled her embarrassed way over and opened her arms for a hug. She was burning with embarrassment, but I hadn’t shaken the lust I’d felt, knowing she wasn’t wearing anything underneath the trench coat. I mean, if she was nude under there, hot. If she was going with a short skirt, long jacket combo, also hot.

“I’m sorry Ivy’s been giving you trouble,” I muttered to her.

“That’s okay,” she told me, leaning into the hug. “You guys always pay such good attention to me.”

“You ready to be the center of attention?” I asked.

“Huh?”

“If I peel this trench coat off in front of all these girls…”

She shivered. “It’s really supposed to be Ivy’s show.” Even though she had been naked for weeks in Slinktrickle, we all had really, the old shyness had returned almost immediately once we got the ability to wear clothes again.

I leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss on her lips. I heard a gasp of amazement and another gasp of lust. Adding tongue to this made the gasps increase in volume, and a low ‘mmm’ of appreciation followed.

I didn’t mind, but instead slipped my hands into the trench coat. I found exactly what I expected: bare skin.

Isabelle was soft and round, despite being a Guardian she had just a bit of fat on her to hide the muscle and grit. I played my fingers up and down her hips, the hint of ribcage available, and then her boobs. Up and down, over her plump ass, and then back up to the lovely pair with the already-hard nipples.

“Hmm,” Isabelle said, and didn’t move to stop me when I got inside the shoulders of the coat, and slipped it over her bare shoulders. Now, rather than cross her arms over her chest and prevent me, she held them straight down and closed her eyes so she wouldn’t have to see anyone’s reaction to this.

I kissed my way down her body, slowly pulling the coat off. I revealed that she was indeed stark naked, and that the rug matched the brown drapes. Stark naked save for a harness for a strap on dildo, which she held in her hand.

“Oh,” I said, by now on my knees and kissing my way over her nipples and  lower. “What were we planning to do with this?”

“Ivy wanted you… in her ass,” Isabelle got out shakily.

“Excellent,” I said, and settled between her thighs, where I held her by the hips and went to work just below the black leather with the silvery rings separating the leg strap from the waist belt.

“Hey,” Ivy said from just behind me. “That’s my job.”

“You don’t mind, do you?” I asked.

“I’m the one who needed this,” the butch, pierced, tattooed girlfriend complained. “Not Izzy.”

“Oh, I think she needs peace of mind more than you need the D,” I said, and slithered my tongue back and forth over her girlfriend’s slit.

Now, I had gained a number of skills that enhanced my body purely for sexy times. One of those increased the length, girth and strength of my tongue, and I used that one to get all the way up inside Isabelle’s tight channel, forcing her to get her fingers into my hair and grab on so she didn’t keel over in a faint. Ivy eventually huffed out an annoyed sigh, knelt down, and took care of the other side, licking and kissing Izzy’s thighs and butt. Later she swirled her tongue around Isabelle’s nipples, until Izzy began to undress her, audience forgotten.

Isabelle had a thing about her sensitive nipples. She could be made to climax with just tongues on her nipples and someone playing with her clit. So when we got her on the bed and I continued to eat her out, she came the moment Regina knelt over the other side and latched onto the one Ivy wasn’t working.

Isabelle had slowly collapsed in on herself internally until I felt her muscles attempt to grab at my tongue. The shudders and explosive moans came a few moments later, with her digging one hand into my hair and another into Regina’s.

“That was awesome,” Regina whispered, and came down to get a mouthful of Izzy’s juices by kissing me. Ivy soon joined her, kissing me and licking down Isabelle’s thighs. She even brushed lips with Regina, froze, and stopped to stare at the two of us for a second over Isabelle’s glistening thighs.

Innocent, freckle-faced Regina stared at Ivy of the pierced tongue and lip, and the shaved head. Ivy stared right back. The moment was charged with tension and lust, and spun out when Regina bit her bottom lip in that cute and sexy way Ivy and I loved.

“C’mere babe,” Izzy slurred. Soon the two were cuddling and whispering that mushy stuff to one another. The two lovebirds made out, with Isabelle slowly removing the remainder of her clothes, including the boots, while Ivy shoved her tongue in deep.

“Now go and get that cock, babe. You need it.”

“I want you more,” Ivy said. “I’m sorry, pet. I keep complaining… we’ll bring a strap on back through the portal. We’ll get a polished wood one, or metal.”

“Well he’s here, and he’s ready, and we’re doing this fantasy of yours.”

Ivy suddenly adopted some Isabelle, and became unsure. “I don’t know… I’m not sure if I’m—“

“Hey Fletcher,” Izzy said, and Ivy hissed in warning to her. Izzy ignored her. “Did you know Ivy’s been training her booty hole for the whole time we’ve been on R&R?”

“Oh my God!” Ivy hissed. “I can’t believe you told everybody.”

“Oh!” Isabelle’s head rose and she regarded Cinzy and Tara, over there in chairs with their legs spread and their hands in their pants. She swung her gaze over to Regina, who smiled and gave a half-embarrassed little wave, as if to say ‘sorry for sucking on your nipples without permission and sorry for almost kissing your girlfriend.’

She turned back to Ivy. “Whoops.”

“I want you to fuck my ass, pet,” Ivy said. “Not him. Okay also him, but you first.”

“Actually I think that might be possible,” I told her. “Like for realsies.”

“Wait… what?”

“I think if I get my Pheromones skill high enough, you might be able to go futa. I’d still have to be there, but you could theoretically get a Length and Girth when we have sex, so… yeah. You could get a boner. I think.”

“Oh… oh my God,” Cinzy muttered from her chair, and I could tell by the flush and the twitching that she’d just tipped over the edge into orgasm. Her hand moved spasmodically under the pink sweatpants. Mouth slack, eyes unfocused, and chest heaving, she eventually slumped down in her chair.

“Until that happens I want Izzy in me. And Fletcher, you can have whatever hole she doesn’t pick.”

“That’s so frackin’ dirty,” Regina breathed, “and great.”

Isabelle was looking around. Regina’s words had clearly rattled her out of the fog of lust she’d been in. “I… don’t know. I don’t know if I can… with you all watching. I don’t—“

Ivy shushed her, and got down on her hands and knees, ass up. “It’s okay, pet. All eyes on me. Now put that big rubber cock in me.”

Which was how, not a minute later, Isabelle had the strap on set and lubed up, and Ivy had her head buried in her shoulder as she attempted to relax. And Isabelle pressed forward, shoving a pretty big dildo up in her girlfriend’s back door.

I watched in fascination as her face contorted in discomfort. Inch by inch, the dildo pierced her.

“Is it… is it all in?” a breathless Ivy asked.

“You’ve got about half,” I said.

“H… half? Are you effing serious?”

Coaxing Ivy up on her hands, I slid beneath her and grabbed my raging erection. All the ladies liked this one, where I slid the head over the slit, bumping against the clit again and again. Thrusting upward with my hips, I tried it now, and was rewarded with the groans and gasps of pleasure. Ivy began rocking herself forward and back, rubbing her pussy on the head, while getting her ass used to the strap on.

A loud smack resounded in the still, breathless quiet, and Ivy’s eyes shot open.

“You’ve been a bad girl,” Isabelle said, apparently forgetting once again that she had three other girls watching her every move.

“I haaaaaaave,” Ivy moaned, and her eyes flew open again when Izzy spanked her other ass cheek.

“Bad girls need a spanking,” Izzy said, and spanked her twice more in rapid succession. Ivy kept rocking, forward and back, lips brushing mine and nipples raking up and down my chest. She kept groaning in ecstasy, and at some point she reached down between us to guide my cock into her pussy.

“You bad girl,” Izzy repeated, and gave her another sharp one. “You’re having sex with some other guy.”

“I’m sorry babe,” Ivy moaned.

The weirdest thing is, I could feel the rubber cock stretching Ivy’s insides. It was rubbing against the underside of my shaft, pressing against me too. Ivy was already in the midst of a low intensity, slow-rolling orgasm that caused her to tremble continuously, even as she shoved her body backwards and forwards.

“I’m cuh… I’m c…” Ivy couldn’t speak any more than that. She collapsed onto my chest.

“You don’t sound very sorry,” Izzy said, and several more sharp reports followed.

I snaked my hands down and grabbed a handful of Ivy’s ass in each hand, then pulled apart.

“If she needs to be punished,” I suggested, “you know what to do.”

Isabelle picked up what I was putting down, and pushed in further. The pressure on my cock intensified, and more importantly, Ivy hissed out in pain.

“You like that, you horny slut?” Isabelle demanded, shoving forward and pulling out, only to thrust further in. “One cock isn’t even enough any longer?”

“Suh…” was all Ivy could manage. Maybe the beginning of ‘sorry’ but Isabelle didn’t stop to listen. She started fucking Ivy’s ass with sharp, fast strokes that I could definitely feel. It was a unique sensation, and I added thrusts of my own when I could.

Ivy had never really stopped orgasming. Her eyelids were fluttering and her mouth was working open and closed, but her whole body had been in a state of continuous climax for a good minute or two now. She tensed up after another few minutes of pounding, and gave a breathless shriek. I felt for the first time as a warm fluid surged out onto my crotch.

“Did she… just squirt?” I asked.

Ivy certainly wasn’t answering. She just went right on shivering, shuddering, and trembling with orgasm. Isabelle initially stopped, but the moment I started thrusting again, Ivy grunted and cried out, and flooded me again.

“She definitely squirted,” Regina muttered.

As Ivy had sort of passed out, we pulled out of her and the couple began cuddling again.

I expected it would be Regina to clean me off, but it was actually Cinzy’s mouth I found trying to force my whole length down her throat.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in real life,” she muttered in between deep sucks.

Over on the couch, Regina now knelt between Tara’s long thighs and was busy licking her to orgasm. Tara had her legs clamped around Regina’s head and was heaving breaths. Regina had one hand in there next to her mouth and was strumming along nicely.

Cinzy didn’t have to demand to be forked with words for me to know what she wanted. So while Ivy and Izzy went into the shower, Cinzy had her clothes off in a flash, and was on her back moments later. With her knees held out to either side, she exposed a glittering gem at the end of the butt plug embedded in her ass. This girl would have made a model, an influencer, a porn star, and here she was begging me to get inside her.

“You’re so beautiful,” I told her, and grabbed onto the base of the plug. The bullet shape emerged, and Cinzy gave me a sigh.

“Please, Fletcher. Ivy was just fantasizing… Cinzy needs you in her ass.”

“She needs to talk about herself in first person, too,” I told her, and rested the head against her tight opening.

“Please, Fletcher, please fuck me,” she breathed.

I nearly came just from the pressure of forcing my whole length into her asshole. Cinzy’s head fell back onto the pillow and she let out a long, relieved groan. Once I started working at her clit, the orgasms began in earnest.

It was going to be another two hours before all five of them were satisfied. Isabelle wanted Ivy to watch me do her without touching. Tara wanted me to fill her with my seed after a good athletic pounding. Regina lapped at her pussy after I’d deposited what felt like my hundredth load inside her. Regina wanted to try anal but then couldn’t handle it and asked me to do her the regular way instead. So we toyed with her butt while she rose and fell on my hard pole. Cinzy was fascinated to watch all this happen, and then join me in the shower to get me stuffed up in her pussy for once. She wrapped herself around me, and came extra hard when I put my fingers in her rear entry. She then got down on her knees in the shower and took yet another of my large loads on her face.

Eventually the party wound down. After Isabelle’s stunt with me, she and Ivy made their nude way back to their room, giggling about how they could be caught. Regina and Tara did likewise when I was in the shower with Cinzy.

Cinzy came over to me after she was done toweling herself off.

“I’m… sorry, Fletcher.”

“Sorry?”

“For being jealous. I said I was yours completely. I hoped you were mine completely too.”

I held her.

“But it’s okay. You can give me what I need. You can give the others what they need. It’s… kind of amazing actually.”

This is Christopher thinking the very same thing.

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