Divinity Rescue Corps
110- A Breed Apart

I had to pretend like Tara was asleep and that I would wake her up when Cinzy stopped the van for a rest break. I had a few moments of terrified certainty that my own mother was going to walk back and press her face to the window, but the moment I whispered to Tara that she was gone—they all were—she whipped off her pants and laid back on the van’s bench.

She was so gorgeous: immaculate tan with hints of tan lines, perfectly sculpted abs, hips, and her legs… she outdid even Cinzy in the legs department. She had them grasped at the ankle, showing me her sopping wet center that was begging me to get in.

I had very little choice in the matter. Between the hypnotized, sex-crazed look on her face, the way her legs gleamed in the light shining through tinted windows, and the sex on display, I just turned to the side, lined myself up, and sank down inside.

There was no time to tease her; my mother would do several laps around the rest stop, go to the bathroom, and get concerned that I hadn’t emerged.

I leaned down and kissed her, passionately. She moaned into my mouth.

“I need this,” she moaned, in between kisses. “Need you so bad, Fletcher. Slow and deep and hard.”

In response I supplied her demands.

Tara’s body was physically capable of squeezing me again and again. She worked her abs and legs enough that she had muscle control a lot of women can only dream of. Gritting her teeth, she bore down, clamping me like a vise. It was only when I pulled out and thrust back in that I got a hint of a break. By blissing her out, I forced some relaxation into her.

For a time, it was just the slap, slap, slap of my body on hers. Slow at first, but then explosively slamming into her at the end, as deep as I could manage. No Adaptability here, thought somehow Girth and Length had remained at their enhanced levels.

Tara had gotten used to the punishment last night.

“I want your whole load,” she whispered. “Down inside.”

This again. I growled down at her. “Then get on your knees.”

Tara’s eyes lit up and she scrambled to obey. In seconds she was face down, ass up, and reaching back to spread her cheeks open.

“You’ve been a serious pain in my ass,” I told her, pressing my dark helmet against her rear entrance, “violating the rules. Maybe I should be a pain in your ass.”

“W-wait—” she said, but we didn’t have time to go slow. I couldn’t just ram into her ass and plow down in there, it would seriously injure her. We were in the wrong world, where there was no Adaptability, and she’d end up hurt. Instead I scared her a little, before slipping lower and sliding deep inside.

“Tonight,” I growled, leaning over her body and pressing my chest to her back. “Tonight I punish you.”

We might be seen. The knowledge that we could get caught did its work, and enhanced the pleasure. She gripped me tightly and didn’t want to let go, moaning each time I slammed down deep, and holding her breath when I pulled out for another hard, deep stroke.

“Play with your clit,” I ordered, and wrapped one arm around her shoulders to pull her up, kiss her neck, and listen to her bliss out. She immediately got to work between her legs while I drove into her again and again. She was perfect. She was athletic, toned, exuberant, and naughty.

“Ohhhh,” she moaned. “Fletcher, I’m—”

“No!” I ordered, and pulled her hand away. Even as I thrust into her again and again, I kept her from the precipice. She made a strangled, confused sound.

“You’ve been a bad girl,” I told her.

“I’ve… been bad,” she repeated. We kissed again, and she shoved her gorgeous ass back and down to swallow up every bit of me she could. The others had experienced some discomfort from my enhanced size, but not Tara. She took me like a champ.

I pushed her forward and got back into doggystyle, then ordered her to get back on her clit once more. This was one of the best views, with me watching my girth spread her wide open, watching her lips attempt to grip me and keep me from leaving, watching her cheeks ripple with each hard thrust.

It wasn’t easy with the van’s bench not being a bed; we both had one foot down on the floor. She used the armrest for support while she went back to work on the pleasure button. In the meantime I had to strain to keep from exploding inside her.

She wanted my seed pouring into her. She’d gotten it many times, too. I had no idea what was happening inside her body, but we hadn’t yet gotten her with child. The idea of it drove her over the edge every time, but she hadn’t conceived. I didn’t know why.

“Today,” she breathed, as if reading my thoughts.

“What’s that?” I asked, not breaking.

“I’m… today, I’m… ugh… ovulating.”

Once again I got down, pressing chest to her back, reaching and tweaking her nipple. “You want that?” I hissed. “You want my baby in you.”

“Ohhhh…” she moaned, nodding almost imperceptibly. Her pussy was clamping against me again, on the verge of orgasm again. I pulled her arm away once more.

“Answer me,” I told her.

“I want it,” she groaned.

Every time we’d been together she had wrapped her legs around me and pulled me in tight when we came to the point of no return. She’d been on top of me and bore down so I couldn’t escape.

“I’m almost there,” I whispered.

Her hand immediately went back to her clit, and her whole body shuddered, hard. It was like she was a music box, winding the key so the spring got tighter and tighter and tighter, only to finally let it go.

“Inside,” she begged. “Please, pleeeeeaase.”

She came in the middle of that second please, and that did it for me too. I blasted off as deep as I could possibly get. Her spasming body and obvious ecstasy helped me to pour an enormous amount into her.

An awkward shuffling later, I was on my back and Tara was laying on me.

“You’ve never questioned it,” she told me quietly.

“I always questioned it,” I told her. “I just thought you knew what you were doing… I thought maybe it would be a sensitive subject.” At her confused and questioning look, I continued: “I thought perhaps that you had an… issue. An infertility issue. And you wanted to, I don’t know, live out a fantasy. If it was sensitive for you, I could be poking at a wound. And then I wondered if the magic in the other world was messing with the situation.”

“That was it.” She was dressing, and I followed along. “The magic was continually giving me xp for each time you did a Jackson Pollock all up inside me,” she said.

I stopped pulling my pants on and blinked at her.

“What?”

“Did you say Jackson Pollock? The abstract painter?”

She grinned. “That’s right.”

“But there’s no system here,” I said. “There’s no way you’re getting xp. You want to have… you want to get…”

“My family is big, Fletcher,” she said.

“And?”

“Every time I speak to them it’s ‘oh Tara haven’t you found a boy yet?’ and ‘Oh Tara, you should be married by now, you should be popping out the kids,’ and you know what? I like kids. There are a lot of kids at every family get together. Like a lot. I love playing with them, taking them out to the creek for swimming, taking them out into the woods for scaring up little critters and getting mud on themselves. I love it. I love them. And I… don’t like pressure.”

I blinked several times on the way in to the rest area.

“But there’s a lot of pressure in having and then raising a child,” I countered. “I don’t know that I’m going to be able to be there for any child you have like they need. That’s not… it doesn’t seem fair.”

“My family will have it covered, and my pay from the Agency will have it covered.”

“SNORC you mean.”

She snorc’d a little, then laughed. “What a stupid name. I love it so much.”

Regina was already on her way back.

“You’re supposed to look sleepy,” she said, grinning, “Not freshly fucked.”

“Oh shush,” Tara replied, and gave her a playful shove. “You’ll have your turn with him.”

“I’ll have my turn… for what?” Regina asked. “My turn begging to be filled to bursting with Fletcher’s cum?”

Tara’s eyes bugged out. “You can’t say that out loud!”

Regina snorted laughter and fell in step with us, heading back to the rest area. My mother was thankfully taking her sweet time, and Regina assured me both Ivy and Isabelle had her taken care of. I was glad of their companionship.

“Anyway listen,” Tara said. “I’m okay, okay? I want this, my parents and family are happy to help, my salary here at the Agency will take care of things. I can keep working—”

“Caaaaaaaan you?” I asked. “You already said there were problems conceiving in the other world. Neither of us know what work conditions will be like for your child over there.”

Or if something strange would happen to her pregnant self while in the other world. Magic changed people.

She appeared thoughtful. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

Stupid me. I still had my mom on the brain, and the impending issue of trying to get my mother into the Agency’s facility, then through the portal. Add to that the complication of trying not to tell her that my trip was a sex-fueled romp with essentially every female I met over there, and let’s just say my brain was pretty full. The truth of what Tara was suggesting wouldn’t hit until it was too late.

Now, rest stops around the US are not ubiquitous. I’ve been to rest stop cities in New York, where there are multiple floors, restaurants, gift shops, the works. I’ve also been to wooden shacks along the highway with two bathrooms and a vending machine.

This one was much more the latter than the former, with a single building holding a pair of bathrooms and a bank of vending machines, but immaculate landscaping. The flowers around the sidewalks, and a sizable picnic area off to the other side, for getting in a little exercise or walking the dog.

“No, no no no no no no!” My mother was laughing and shouting as Isabelle and Ivy jogged by with her held in fireman’s carry. She looked like she was on a throne, with her arms looped around their shoulders and her feet straight out.

After checking for traffic, they rushed across the parking lot to the grassy area, where they deposited her up onto the nearest picnic table. She stood there laughing uproariously, while nearby bystanders watched and chuckled at the antics.

My mom had been dressed in mostly house robes while I’d been home with them, explaining the situation. Now, dressed in linen pants and a comfy sweater, she looked overdressed for the heat, but like a normal person again. The cancer might be in remission this time, but it certainly wasn’t going to be gone long. This was the second time it had appeared, spreading into places where it shouldn’t belong. It was nice to see her looking like a normal person again.

When my mother seemed unsteady at the prospect of climbing down, she laughed and waved off Ivy’s offer of grabbing onto her to lift her down. When’s the last time you willingly jumped off a picnic table and into the arms of someone you’d met just days ago?

“Let’s get this show back on the road,” I told her, when she accepted a hand to steady her on her climb down.

“And get this tale back on the told,” she said.

“That was awful,” I said, unable to contain my groaning laughter.

“That,” she said, “was what this situation needed.”

***

My tongs melted after only about a minute of exposure to divine energy. First they heated up, bleeding from red to orange hot, then yellow, before I couldn’t hold them any longer. My magic sense was going haywire, because it wasn’t a divine sense, but also because divine energy head packed with 13 essential vitamins and minerals… of arcane energy.

Every iota of the holy object was like a gigantic battery of magic. I didn’t know what Alan or the Wizards would make of it, and didn’t much care. This Glumpdumpkin situation was a serious thorn in my side by this point, and it looked like we might have a serious issue on our hands. Err… tongs.

I dropped the tongs before the glow of radiant holy energy ended up touching me, shaking the heat and discomfort out, and watched in fascination as the tongs shattered into a bunch of molten fragments.

The awl stuck point first in the floor of this place, and a reddish spot slowly bled to white around it. It sank in about an inch, then stopped. No idea what switched off the divine lightsaber and allow the leather punch to go Excalibur in this aquatic person’s house, but I knew it would switch back on it I moved to grab for it. It might even melt through the floor and possibly into the basement, if there was one.

I’d barely gotten them out of the secret compartment in the bubble dresser. Now they were just lying there, on the floor of a house, some ten minutes walk (seven minutes’ brisk walk if I hurried) from the adze.

This was going to take forever.

“What’s the matter?” Drat asked.

“You know exactly what the matter is, my good man, and your sassypants routine is not presently appreciated.”

“Removing sassypants and replacing with a less sassy version,” he said sardonically.

“Good call.”

I considered how to fling this thing in a way that I might consider safe. It didn’t seem possible to use the words ‘fling’ and ‘safe’ in the same sentence. I thought of a specially built slingshot, where the rubber band would be replaced each time I used the damn thing, or scooping it up in a shovel and launching it in the preferred direction, but that wouldn’t work.

“I need to consult with a local,” I told him. “She may have the power to move these with her mind.”

He nodded, hands behind his back, lips pursed.

“Head out and prep for your next search at your leisure,” I said. “I assume this is going to take as many or more pieces than the God of Apparel.” That had been shirt, pants, individual socks, and holy underwear. Five pieces in total. We were at least three short, and I felt that it would probably be more.

“You uh… you can’t read thoughts with that psychic talking power, can you?”

I arched an eyebrow at him. “What? You thinking something you don’t want to share with the teacher?”

This is Christopher very much enjoying Drat’s frown, then sneer, then dark mutterings as he stalked away.

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