Divinity Rescue Corps
108- Overflowing

It was another day later when Cinzy approached me. I’d been tending to my garden with Vellenia, making up the usual batches of anti-magic ‘pills’ and hoping to get some news from Drat about the next pair of holy underwear.

It was good work, the tending. I assumed it was much easier than real gardening; just plant and water throughout the day. I planted long and wide, using a long strip of land that had been someone else’s farm before they fell asleep and didn’t get up.

We’d had a little trouble from birdlike Nakamamon coming to eat the leaves and berries, but Vellenia cheerfully chased them off, giggling and laughing.

When I informed her what an amazing scarecrow she was, she laughed and kissed me.

From there, we had a few bug-like Nakamamon attempting to eat some leaves. I just planted more, after Vellenia and I spent time picking the little buggers off and flinging them as far as we could.

Overall, it was good. Just grow things magically, create potions, enjoy bedroom bliss every single day with one of like six different women. There was nothing I’d change… except for the ever-present problem of a town full of sleeping people.

Cinzy always made a striking appearance when she arrived… except this time. She looked great, as always, but the fatigue was showing. Still, she was dressed in a low cut tank top with a hoodie unzipped to show off her exposed midriff and cleavage, along with sweatpants slung low on her hips.

“Jacoby is complaining about her team being cut in half,” Cinzy said.

“Oh,” I said. We’d had very little contact with them once I’d started making up daily healing and mana potions. Wayne the Wizard kept to himself mostly.

“She sent the Wizards and the captive Guardians back to HQ,” Cinzy said.

I learned that the expedition had originally been in the hands of another Wizard, not her brother Chris, and that Blake had ‘convinced’ him—with his fists—to hand over leadership of the expedition. I now knew that was a thing they could do. I knew I didn’t have to worry about either Isabelle or Ivy, and I was ninety-nine percent certain I didn’t need to worry about Chrysta. Larelle, too, had never struck me as someone who would take that sort of initiative. She struck me as someone who might prefer to remove her clothes and test me out sexually because the others had, a very go-along-to-get-along type individual.

None of the rest of the team seemed like they would be inclined to mutiny and try to take command like that. Only Drat felt like he might do something like that, but Rogues never made good leaders.

Ever. Never ever. Even among a group of Rogues, you’d have to have another class running the show.

While both Tara and Regina could probably overpower me, both had reasons to stay on my good side. Good, sexual reasons. Last, there were Alan and Trent, both of whom were far more focused on perfecting their craft than ordering anyone around. Alan was too inexperienced to do it. Alan couldn’t overpower me physically, or at the moment magically. Trent… well, Trent could probably handle taking me down. He’d just need to encase my body in stone, up to my neck, and threaten violence. Despite that danger, I didn’t think he wanted to. He gave off an air of being intensely focused on his powers.

So long as I kept him neck deep in orders to use those powers, he wouldn’t use those powers to put me neck deep in the earth.

Tara came off her shift as a scout and herb collector, hanging off Airaconda with feet dangling. She was actually pumping her legs back and forth, swinging with all her might off the huge air snake’s body. As they closed in, she actually did a full backflip fully around the snake. She lost her grip though, and came flying off at a strange angle. Although she was well up in the air, she managed a slow descent, flipping backwards several more times. Finally she landed in a perfect superhero crouch.

“Showoff,” I said, grinning, and couldn’t help but give her a stirring round of applause.

“Thank you, thank you,” she said.

Tara had gone with a short haircut courtesy of Ivy, who was something of an artist. She’d gotten several paintings done in the weeks we’d been here, mostly watercolors. She also had a sketchbook. I’d assumed that someone with a shaved head wanted to save themselves time and effort styling, but it wasn’t like that at all. She took to the challenge of haircuts with relish.

She wore her customary yoga pants, today a deep indigo, along with a cropped halter top that was essentially just a rectangle to cover her breasts, tied behind the neck and lower on her back. This was light gray and made her pale skin seem radiant somehow. She was beginning to go metallic again, though now her skin was turning more yellow gold and less bronze.

“How far did you fall?”

“Oh, only about thirty feet.”

“You have a fall damage ability from your bond mate?” I asked, and she nodded. It would be an incredible gift, thought the water breathing from Vellenia had already come in very handy.

“You’re just the person I was hoping to see,” I said.

She smiled knowingly. “A guy’s got needs, does he?”

“It’s not like that!” I lied.

Tara arched an eyebrow. “Okay expedition leader, why don’t we have a discussion regarding professional matters here in full view of anyone who might happen by.”

“I uh… I was hoping to uh…”

She burst out laughing and jogged over to my house, beaming. “Oh you poor thing, you adorable poor thing. I’m flattered that I was just the person you wanted to see, and not the first available pair of boobs that fell out of the sky into your lap.”

She was definitely fucking with me. A lot.

“How about…” she said, and marched up the first few steps of the staircase attached to the side of my house, “we have our little tete-a-tete on the roof. And you get all up in my guts, and leave me leaking.”

“Uh that’s… that’s fine.”

“Fine?”

“Wonderful,” I told her. “A dream come true.”

Tara accentuated her considerable assets on the short walk up the fifteen or so feet to the rooftop. I watched her ass sway the whole way. Encased as it was in the yoga pants, I wouldn’t ordinarily be able to see anything, but she had given me Eagle Eyes. With those, I definitely detected a hint of camel toe as her hips rocked back and forth.

I couldn’t help but shiver. And drool.

She turned a knowing smile over her shoulder. “I asked Trent to make sure the retaining wall up here was at least waist height.”

I nodded dumbly. Watching as she began to skim those pants down over her hips, she reached the top of the stairs and headed to the rooftop.

It wasn’t a lot: just a rectangle of empty space with a couple of skylights. Trent had installed a round table over to one side, and several chairs commandeered from Glumpdumpkin ringed it.

The wall was indeed just about three and a half feet high, and about four at the corners. Unless someone was flying over, nobody would be able to see what was going on up here… assuming we kept our shirts on.

Tara kicked off her shoes and removed her pants by bending over at the waist. She had on a t-back g-string of a matching indigo that bisected her luscious ass and hid nothing. A tiny silver heart held the three strings at the top of her butt. Now, bent fully over as she was, she looked at me from between her stockinged feet, still smiling smugly.

“What did you need to speak with me about, expedition leader?” she asked knowingly. “Maybe the recon route?” She straightened after slipping the pants off, followed by her socks. “Unfortunately I didn’t catch sight of any rogue Guardians in danger of transforming into a Nakamamon. I did notice a particularly delicious bulge with my enhanced senses, and detected a hint of heightened arousal coming off you when I approached.” She ran one sleep foot up her calf, then slipped her hands over the hamstrings and up over her gorgeous round behind.

I grinned. “You got me. I’ve got major blue balls.”

“I have to confess, I’m a little interested in what happened with Jacoby,” she said. “I’m more interested in getting a big snake nestled between my thighs.”

“Um…”

She grinned again, and began walking towards me. “Yeah… but I need the naughty version, stuffed up into my tight… little… pussy.” She sun was gleaming off her bare shins, her knees, her thighs, and she spun slowly twice on her saunter in my direction.

“This is torture,” I breathed.

“Is it torture if I tell you I’m going to drain your balls?” she asked sweetly. “I’m going to need everything you’ve got stored up, and I’m going to need it right… here.” She pointed down to the small indigo triangle of fabric covering her pussy.

In the middle of the roof here, where it was more difficult to see us, she ran her hands over the crotch of my pants and breathed on my neck. 

“I’ve been waiting for this,” she murmured, and I kissed her.

From there it was all animalistic passion. I massaged the soft center of her through that small strip of fabric, and felt the heat grow in the span of seconds. My hands were all over her: her thighs, her ass, up her back, and in the sides of her halter top. Encouraging words came out of her mouth in an unending stream.

“That’s right, Fletcher,” she said. “Ohhh yes, Tara needs her pussy massaged. I’ve been waiting for this. I don’t know what that Lover god did to us. I don’t care. I want you inside me. I want all the seed you make inside me. So deep. All the positions. Everywhere. Every time of day.”

She humped against my hand, and cooed when I slipped the g-string off.

“Fuck, that’s right… higher,” she breathed. “There, there’s my clit. Gently. Ohhhhh yes. Yes yes yes!”

Later she’d be flicking it back and forth, mauling it, but it was always very sensitive early on. Now though, I detected the first of the moisture, which quickly became a flood the longer I strummed and stroked.

“I want your cock in my mouth,” she breathed.

I steered her to the wall not far from the stairs and she slid down the smooth stone before engulfing me.

Pheromones has given Tara Harkonen a level of Adaptability.

Her technique had certainly improved in the last few months. She rubbed her tongue along the sensitive underside, eliciting a groan I couldn’t contain. And then it was off to the races.

Boosted Physicality and Durability make it possible to take sex to the next level. Tara took my whole length into her mouth, then to the back of her throat, then forced herself forward and shoved me down her throat. Her throat convulsed and she opened teary eyes to stare at me while her nose pressed against my abs. It was surreal, heavenly, and kind of wrong, but in a hot way.

Drawing out and taking a moment to breathe, she gasped, “Hold my head.” When I was too slow for her taste, she grabbed my hands and put them where she wanted them. Then she sank down again, gagging and deep throating me.

Now her hands went to mine and squeezed before she grabbed onto my ass and held herself there. More tears threatened. She made another strangled sound, and I came close to trying to pull her away before her eyes locked onto mine. In challenge.

Don’t, she was saying.

And although her throat constricted on me again, and then again, she still didn’t push away. Finally her eyes began to flutter. In the meantime her tongue kept writhing against the underside of my cock, flexing and slipping back and forth, back and forth again.

Finally she sprang free, coughing.

“Are you—” She held up a hand to stop me, then turned around and presented her amazing bubble butt to me. Sinking myself down into her was so good, so unbelievable, that I nearly came immediately after spending the Tokens to enhance our pleasure using Entwined Ecstasy. Her insides spasmed and squeezed; she was already mid-climax just from entering her.

“Ugh,” she groaned. “Already…”

When I drew back, her lower lips clung to my shaft, bright pink, trying to keep me rather than let me go. I leaned over and got two handfuls of her perfect breasts, then started working her nipples with all the skill I could muster.

She came again, only a good two minutes later. She pulled away some few minutes later, staggering and then stumbling, holding onto the wall.

“Hey there Fletcher!” Trent called from below. I looked up from where Tara had grabbed onto my cock and was guiding me back in, and found he, Alan, Regina, and Ivy there.

I’d forgotten I still had my shirt on.

“H-hey!” I called back, trying to stay natural.

“Getting some sun?”

“Just…” I tried to think of something, some lie, while Tara shoved herself back against me and impaled herself on my spear. “…haven’t taken the opportunity. Seeing the… the setup. Up here.”

Tara’s sweaty hair hung down limply, and her ass quivered as she slammed herself back into me. I had the strong urge to smack her on the ass, to chastise her for this, but that would give the game away.

“A-again,” Tara muttered, shivering and shuddering.

I hoped it was my imagination and that Regina and Ivy didn’t look suspicious.

“You want some shelving in there?” Trent asked, heading to the foot of the stairs.

Meanwhile, I watched my dick appear and disappear up into Tara, the best magic trick there was.

“No, no no, you did an amazing job,” I told him, while watching Tara shudder and shiver in orgasm, but still shove herself back onto me again and again. When she slipped and gave a soft sigh, I clamped one hand over her mouth and ground my hips into hers. “Shelf would be no good in the… rain. It’s perfect.”

“Thanks, man!” Trent called. “Really glad you like it.”

I pushed forward, slowly squashing Tara into the wall he’d built. Listening to her and watching her orgasm continuously made my blood boil with need. I needed to flood her with my seed. I needed to pour it down her throat until she choked. I needed to fill up her ass with it, and leave her in a puddle of what she kept draining out of me.

This whole scene was so naughty and erotic that I couldn’t help but climax myself. I thought the girls’ gazes lingered on me for a second too long before they walked off along with Trent.

I came for a long time. All of it went right where Tara wanted. She continued to orgasm throughout the whole thing, groaning and shivering and shuddering, but also grinding that amazing ass back into me.

This is Christopher filling a girl to overflowing for like the thirtieth time.