Divinity Rescue Corps
109- Class Warfare

Tara sighed from beside me in the back bench of the van. She had been stroking my crotch for a long time, chin in one on the front bench, the other hand slowly working me into a frenzy. She was so flexible and limber, she could sit cross legged on the bench seat of the van and not complain about pain in the hips.

Initially, as we watched the increasingly gorgeous and unique landscape of Northern California flow past us, I had given her several capital L Looks, which she had deflected with blank gazes, even as her hand traced the length of my shaft through my pants. I followed this up with some side-eye, but was met with more uncomprehending staring. Finally, I leaned in.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked. The rumble of the engine, and the sound of the tires on the freeway would mask my words from reaching my mother.

“Getting my fill while I still can,” she replied sporting a lazy smile. She then licked the center of her upper lip, smiled, and yawned.

“We talked about this,” I warned, to no avail. Not in the van, had been the rule. Not where my mother could find out. “Tara.”

“Oof, I am tired,” she said, loud enough that everyone could hear. Then, faking like she was about to use my leg as a pillow, she instead got me free of my pants and slipped my fully hard cock into her mouth. She was doing it again!

“I think I’m gonna be tired after our next stop,” Regina said from her place on the front bench.

Regina couldn’t reach well, with one arm casually slung over the back of the seat, but Tara moved her butt up. That put her ass right in Regina’s hand, thankfully still out of sight. In a practiced motion she whipped Tara’s yoga pants—that wonderful skin tone—off her butt and down her thighs, where she encountered no panties.

She slid one questing hand down between Tara’s long, sleek thighs and began playing with her pussy.

Both Cinzy and Isabelle noted what was happening as well, but Cinzy began to smoothly control the conversation. While I leaned my head back and tried like hell not to make a sound, and Tara quietly blew me, Cinzy told the next part of the story, about the hunt for divine objects in Glumpdumpkin.

***

The collection of the divine artifacts in Glumpdumpkin inched along day by day. The town might not be huge, but even a single house could have a staggering amount of secret places. Add magic into the mix, like the first house he had discovered, and it was a recipe for a glacial cure.

Trent and Alan had more than enough to deal with, in terms of housing those who’d shown up. Regina and Tara helped out as they could on top of this, and we even got the off-duty Guardian in on this, to help transport lumber in once the Rangers had it chopped down. With Trent and Alan’s irrigation and sewage system set up, a project that took weeks, the Wizard could finally relax. He’d nearly overtaken me in class level by now.

Although I had two classes, I still needed things to heal in order to level up at a good pace. I had, however, taken things up a notch with Tara. I reached level 21 after the near-debacle on the roof. The very pleasurable near-debacle, it must be said.

“Lay it on me,” I told the system.

Level 21: Ability Upgrade: Post-Sharing Clarity, +2 skill points

Okay, that clinched it: skill points were coming in faster, and the rewards for leveling up were even higher than before.

“Yessss,” I said.

Now the dilemma: I had instructed everyone to attempt to put a skill point into Divine Resistance at each level up if they could.

First, I needed to check on my ability.

Post-Sharing Clarity II

(Special Ability, Rare, Passive)

After having intimate relations with a partner, both partners gain +2 temporary bonus to all attributes for the next 10 minutes. All past sexual partners within range (10 feet) gain +1 temporary bonus on all attributes for 1 minute. This bonus does not grant additional Tokens.

The duration increases by 10 minutes and range by 10 feet for each relationship level above base acquaintances.

“Hang the phone,” I muttered, not certain what I meant and not caring. All past sexual partners? All?

I chewed on this for a time, while collecting the day’s herbs and planting the new ones. I needed to tend them several times throughout the day for them to magically grow using Verdant Rejuvenation, but the tending also helped to calm and center me, and get thoughts flowing a bit better.

It was clear now that I would be better off surrounding myself with a dozen partners, raising my relationship level to that of Radiant Touchstone. In that distant eventuality, it would mean having almost two hours of boosted attributes spread out over a hundred feet.

For all the complications this would bring emotionally, the increases in stats over such a long time were incredible. And while I’d considered stacking the attribute buff by having sex with first Regina and then Tara, it only refreshed the duration rather than boosting my stats to temporary +4 all around.

I’d looked into the Relationship levels, to get a better sense of why I was stalled out with Regina and Tara. They were arrayed like this:

Acquainted

Trusted Acquaintances

Confidants

Close confidants

Devotee

Beloved

Intertwined

Soulbound

Touchstone

Radiant Touchstone

There were ten, from Acquainted up to something called Radiant Touchstone. So far, I’d graduated only to Close Confidants with any of my ladies here. The information from the system didn’t elaborate well on what exactly caused Relationship levels to increase, but I thought I understood.

At first, it was all about the surface level: your small talk stuff, and the lust that came with basic physical attraction. At least, that had worked with Regina and Tara, getting me from Acquainted to Close Confidants. We knew one another, from families, music and movie preferences, food likes and dislikes, to the sorts of positions and intensity they liked during our more intimate moments. Regina liked to slowly work up an orgasm, while Tara wanted just as much thrusting and pounding as possible. Regina wanted me to spend serious time eating her out, while Tara was impatient and wanted to jump straight to the part where I came inside her, repeatedly.

I was convinced that a deeper emotional intimacy, trust, and time would all serve to enhance the Relationship level beyond where I had plateaued, but I didn’t know how. Was it a matter of getting one of them to say ‘I love you?’. Which was kind of a terrifying prospect, to be surrounded by five casual sex friends and thinking they might all be in love with me. It was bad enough trying to get Cinzy to accept the notion that I was having sex with others, but love carried a lot more weight than using a guy as a sex toy when you felt the urge.

For that matter, did I love them? The Relationship rating might only increase when the bridge was accessible to both parties. A spike of anxiety shot through me, making my thoughts race. It was a lot of worry: would the Beloved or the Devotee feel a sense of ownership over me and attempt to act as gatekeeper to others I’d been with? Was I only going to be able to advance to Devotee with one of them, ever? I vaguely recalled one game where you had to choose, and once that choice was made, there was no inviting another potential mate into your bed.

I didn’t hate the idea of settling down… in the future. Just not now. There was too much to do and too many places where that needed to happen.

I was getting way ahead of myself and worrying over events that might never happen.

For now I looked over my skills. At present I was satisfied with Divine Resistance, though I knew deep in my heart that I would do well to increase this non-class skill. I wasn’t satisfied with Pheromones or Adaptability. I wasn’t on a mission to have ghost sex with Chrysta, honest, I just wanted to give her the full reassurance that she wasn’t alone and that she could look to me for matters of physical reassurance. That meant if she needed periodic hugs… or possibly sex… I was her man. Ghost. Temporary ghost. Part-man-part-ghost. I was something anyway.

There was always the myriad of skills I had with my Healer skill, and they weren’t quick to level up by themselves. On the other hand, I was advancing in Pleasure Seeker but stalled out in Healer. One could look at it as an opportunity to grind some levels of Pleasure Seeker to make myself a more formidable Healer, but I kind of wanted to split the different classes, and use their respective level up bonuses for the class itself. I wasn’t about to spend Healer points on Pleasure Seeker.

Before I could talk myself out of it, I put one more point into Adaptability. The next one could’ve gone anywhere. No man wanted to stay the same size when he could enlarge his length or girth. Also, if I grabbed up Pheromones, I could transmit multiple levels of Tongue to Isabelle and Ivy and further enhance their ability to go to town on one another. No straight guy would turn down the opportunity to have two gorgeous women invite him to watch them pleasure one another.

And then there was Load. Again, no man would refuse this increase either. The only one I wasn’t presently interested in was Refractory Period, since I was twenty and I’d never had an issue getting it up. Sure, I’d had an issue getting up immediately after a second orgasm, but who wouldn’t? Okay, that Quality could use points too… eventually.

After several minutes of anxious consideration, I sank the last point into Divine Resistance. I didn’t know what caused me to abandon the line of thinking, but when the prompt came up to confirm my choices, I quickly pressed Yes before I could talk myself out of it. It was the plan, everybody was under orders to do that, and by doing that, I’d given myself some bonus xp just for spending skill points as I’d directed the whole team.

I further wondered what the level 25 changes might entail. I didn’t do myself any good… though I considered asking Jacoby or her team. They were above level 25. Ultimately though, I abandoned that. Abbie, Rus and Rainer had been pretty explicit about the joy of finding things out on my own, and I couldn’t say it was a bad way to look at it. I was just… itching to find out.

Which I guess probably would’ve been blunted a lot if I’d known exactly what was coming.

For now I ventured over to where Isabelle and Chrysta were holding down the fort… or rather the front gate of the city. The stream of Nakamamon to the city had slowed, but not by a lot. Some turned away and went grumbling back to wherever they called home. Some got into arguments with Chrysta and Izzy, but most simply turned over to the tiny new village over in that direction. The tiny yet visibly growing new village.

“How are we doing here?”

“I’m told by Drat that he wants you to come move an awl,” Isabelle said.

“Is that right?”

“He said it’s three houses skyward of your booty call, whatever that means.” My eyebrows rose, and I stared at her with some intensity until she caved. “Ugh, sorry! I know I shouldn’t have said that, I just wanted to say the the words booty call.”

“What is a booty call?” Chrysta asked, floating nearby and coating the gate and fence area in a thickening layer of frost.

“Um… it’s, well, you know that booty is another word for treasure,” I tried. “The booty call is where we found the last, uh, divine artifact.” Since I wasn’t forcing a contested social check, Fierce wasn’t available to turn me into a deceitful powerhouse. Chrysta had led this charge. Instead, Stalwart came into play to give me the skill at level 7 for the time being. Weird how Stalwart could give me the power to turn my pathetic lie into something that sounded even somewhat plausible.

Chrysta seemed to buy this. “Good luck with this booty call,” she said seriously.

“It’s not… this isn’t…” I gave up. Drat summoning me in to find a piece of a god was now officially dubbed a ‘booty call’ and that was just that. I rolled my eyes after I’d passed her, turned, and shot a Psyspeech towards Isabelle.

Good one, Isabelle, I told her mentally. Now everyone is going to refer to this activity as a booty call.

I could just about hear her apologizing mentally, or perhaps I just imagined it.

I found Drat not twenty minutes later by heading towards Shakindria’s house and then past it. I had a strong urge to head up to her house and see if she was up for a friendly tumble, but Drat was starting to stick his beaky nose into my personal business.

The problem of course: I had a great deal of personal business.

This was just past the midpoint of this side of Glumpdumpkin; not quite far enough to make you feel like you were walking on a tree branch that might break at any second, but getting there.

Drat was at least standing in the middle of the narrow alley, not quite tapping his foot, though I felt the annoyed urgency coming off him.

I ignored it. “What have we got this time?”

“It’s an awl.”

I thought I’d heard him wrong. He wasn’t willing to play ‘who’s on first’ so I told him to take me to his find.

Drat ducked into a house constructed of plastic-ey, semi-transparent bubbles. Whoever lived here was Yoda short, and I almost immediately felt my back beginning to complain at walking hunched over. We had to crawl on hands and knees through a short tunnel, like the entrance to an igloo, which ballooned out into another large bubble-shaped chamber. Then another.

Thankfully the material itself was soft enough and had enough give that I could play with Brayden in here without destroying my knees.

In the third bubble-shaped room stood a bubble about a foot high, with several other spheres attached to the top with sea plants on them. I assumed the other large piece of ‘furniture’ in the room was a bed, because it was somewhat flat, a large bubble about three feet across that had been compacted down a bit. Judging by the two other flat-esque bubble pillows, I was right.

“I love this kind of place,” I said.

“Yeah yeah,” he grumbled, but without any of his usual rancor. He pressed down on the first piece of furniture from the top, and two small drawers slid out, sized just right for a wise, yet tiny, green puppet. “Still not sure how this is supposed to work if you only want one of the drawers to come out.”

He stopped and looked at me.

“Took me days to find this, you know.”

“I’ll bet. On the other hand, your Find Secrets skill is probably up about levels.”

“It’s Detect Secrets,” he grumbled. “And I’ve only gained two levels.”

“I’ve only gained two levels,” I said in a mocking voice, then snorted. “Okay so what am I—”

Pushing the top drawer back in, he peeled back the bubble substance in the bottom of the bottom drawer.

“A false bottom,” I said with wonder. Then the full force of divine energy hit me, a blast of very detectable radiation. Inside the hidden compartment lay a tool for punching holes in leather, a handle with a sharp spike protruding out of it.

This is Christopher wondering if maybe all his skill points do need to go into Healer skills.

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