Divinity Rescue Corps
111- I love…

Shakindria was happy to attempt to help me. The yellow-skinned humanoid with her purple gems embedded in her forehead had a price, though. It would be a steep one.

We walked as we talked, through the town’s barren streets. The ghost town feel was odd and oddly comforting. Every time I looked over to make eye contact, Shakindria was smiling at me.

I wish to bond you, Healer, she told me, directly into my brain. I am told the bond will grant me insights and powers undreamt of. You are agreeable, easy to look at, and you make me feel special. Yet you are bound.

“I’m sorry,” I told her.

She gave me a pained smile, along with a mental image and feeling of apology. No need to be sorry, of course. Your Vellenia is the luckiest of all Nakamamon.

“Why don’t you come with my team once we’re done here?”

Another pained mental image. She relayed to me how she had come to work here, and ended up bound to the town itself. With her own village in danger, she had agreed to a magical bonding here in Glumpdumpkin.

“What kind of danger are we talking about?”

Dark forces, was all she would say. The bond allowed my people a great deal of land, and I do not bemoan the bonding… at least I did not for years. Yet I have tired of toiling for the people here. Some of them see me as a product. I work for free, yes, but I work for the satisfaction of knowing I help people. If I could receive a kind word or any gratitude it would lighten my heart.

I could see that. “Well, I think you’re special.” It wouldn’t be much comfort.

A surge of affection came out of her. If only you were not bound, she lamented.

“I’m really sorry.”

I considered asking Alan, and promptly reconsidered. There was no way I was going to have Shakindria around if I couldn’t have all kinds of raucous and steamy sex with her. There was also no way I’d stand by and watch as Alan did that instead. I understood that I was being possessive, but that possessiveness wouldn’t just go away with me recognizing it.

Asking Ivy gave me no better results. She swallowed and said she was already on thin ice with Isabelle having me in their bed. There was no way she’d get a sexy psychic creature attached to her and have a relationship with Izzy. Isabelle was sweet and wonderful, and also didn’t want to be cheated on.

“What makes you want to bond me? You don’t know anything about me.”

Nonsense, she told me. She knew I was a Healer, and she knew I was an expedition leader. I had come here to help and I had stayed even though the going was slow and rough. After this place, I would inevitably head to another place where I would do good works, heal the sick. She would assist me.

The craft of healing is noble and good. Again, she looked crestfallen. No matter. Let us venture forth to find whether my powers will help interact with this divine fragment you have discovered.

We made our way to the place where the leather punch was stuck in the floor. Shakindria peered around the place; she’d never been in this house. Like most inhabitants, she’d only been in a handful of the houses in this town.

Your Rogue must love this situation, she sent, with a sly smile. The secret lives of the people are laid bare before him.

“Oh, he does,” I replied.

It turned out she couldn’t dislodge the awl from the floor with her telekinesis. She didn’t seem discouraged, but instead informed me that if I did the dislodging, she could handle the floaty part.

“Here goes then,” I said, and pried it up with one of the mallets we used to pound in tent stakes… when we still used tents. Now that Trent was coming into his powers more and more, the tents remained in their cinch sacks, and the stakes with them. The only thing we needed these for now was a very bad version of croquet involving a lot of lower back pain.

The moment I got the tool free, it hovered in the air. I could feel the mana flowing through the air between Shakindria and the piece of a dead god. I still wasn’t ready to think like that, so I tried to think of it as merely a divine tool. Not the thing between my legs that caused a surprising amount of girls to call out to God, but for some reason an actual device imbued with the essence of a god.

My life was so weird.

“It… is very difficult… to maintain,” Shakindria said with her actual voice. I nearly dropped the mallet and stumbled into a hovering godly device. Instead, the thing trembled in the air, and began to move like it was drifting through molasses.

The head of the rubber mallet had melted a good third of the way through, though melted was the wrong word. It had somehow been changed by contact with the divine.

So there are relics, pieces of the holy people of history, which have been kept by churches because religion is odd. The bones and teeth and even slivers of what people think of as the cross are, in some people’s minds, filled with divine energy. The church has, and this is true, created vessels to contain these relics. In my art class in high school I’d seen an arm made of bronze and wood and copper and gems, which supposedly contained an arm bone of a saint. It might’ve been odd, creepy, macabre, or even humorous if you weren’t a Catholic.

It might’ve been a humerus anyway.

I groaned to myself at that joke. “That was way too much work for way too little pay off,” I told myself.

Anyway, if you ignored the fact that the reliquary arm was pointing finger guns at people, and ignored the fact that the priests probably touched people with this throughout history in order to answer prayers, it was a similar deal here.

For believers, contact with these relics could change your life. Heal the sick, answer your prayers and reverse your fortunes. Maybe it would make someone stop torturing you, or cure your habit of picking your nose, or remove the cancer from your long-suffering mother. Just as a totally random example.

This was divinity without the guesswork. Instead of hope, you saw and felt the reality of what ‘divine’ meant. The head of the mallet had been warped in shape. Some of the rubber that made it up had drifted away as sparkly things. Some had transformed into random liquid… from the smell, maybe iodine. The part that had touched and been close to the holy object was altered in color: no longer black, but iridescent green-purple.

“Wild,” I muttered. Metal was just as strong or stronger than this, but reacted differently.

Nope, wrong. Metal was way stronger than this. The mallet was still being affected. As I watched, the iridescence crept up over the head of the mallet, where it hadn’t touched the awl. It eventually closed over the other side, and then touched the wooden handle. I started to feel the heat, see the mana shifting, and see the soft but gathering holy light climbing up the wood of the handle.

I dropped it, of course. The mallet thunked to the floor of the house and finished out its transformation. When it was done, I had an item, though it was all messed up.

Divinely Touched Mallet

Item, Divine, Common

This mallet has come into contact with a godly being and is forever changed.

This item has the following properties: divine

Divine: The item radiates divine energy. It belongs to a god.

I had to laugh. Common! As if there were divine mallets lying around everywhere.

Shakindria didn’t like the look of that. I, meanwhile, received another Achievement.

Achievement: Divine Artifice

Wow! You’ve found a way to infuse an object with divine power. Not everybody gets the chance to take others on the path towards holy power.

Reward: +2 skill points

Shakindria confirmed that she, too, had no idea what I’d done or how I’d done it.

She took the awl and then the mallet outside and into the late afternoon sunlight, then slowly walked it toward where I indicated we would gather the holy hardware.

So she could do it. More importantly, she could do it without—

She fell to the ground and grabbed onto her head.

“Ohhhhh,” she said with her voice, rather than directly into my head. I stepped up and looped one arm around my neck, then pulled her up.

“Are you all right?” I asked, rushing over toward her and kneeling. I was once again reminded that she was very feminine and wore very little in the way of clothing. The filmy and billowing robes she had on  gave me an unlimited view of her, as she’d fallen with her skirts bunched up.

“There’s… a limit,” she gasped, speaking out loud. “The divine energy… overwhelming.”

“It’s all right,” I told her. “You did great.” She would be the key to getting all the divine bits together… I just had to be prepared to leave her to

***

After helping an exhausted Shakindria home and conferring with her about our plans, I headed back to camp. She wished to have yet another chance to connect in the most intimate way possible, since there weren’t any beings in this town she found attractive like she did me, but lifting shards of a dead god wasn’t easy. Instead I left her off at her house, with her blearily promising to get the mallet and the awl over to where I’d indicated. I tried to tell her that wasn’t necessary, but she’d fallen asleep, robe spilled open and showing off her vibrant yellow skin, and very feminine form.

After another handful of conferences and notices, nothing my people couldn’t take care of, I met up with Regina, and Tweedle Dee.

In just ten minutes, we were beyond the outside of the town and its outskirts. Out of sight of the camp and the refugee village that had popped up, among nothing but densely packed forest with clearings full of tall grasses and wildflowers. For most of this walk, I simply appreciated the frolicking of the Vulpetunia. I hadn’t paid a lot of attention to Dee lately, but I was glad to see him just as lively and adorable as my first few minutes in this new world. He accepted head pats, ear scratches, and tail strokes. He also wanted to be chased around, and we played tag.

With the warm sun filtering in shafts through the trees, I slowly began to forget the worries plaguing me: how was I going to handle Shakindria’s proposal? I couldn’t just give my word to a powerful Nakamamon who could wreck me and the world with her telekinetic powers. So lying to her about bonding was right out.

And right now, I was not willing to leave Vellenia in the lurch. That wasn’t going to work out well. It would be a betrayal, and it would crush her. She didn’t deserve that treatment.

So what? I approached Regina. She’d asked me to come over, and it looked like she had a picnic ready.

“I need to ask you something,” I told her.

“Nope!” She chirped, and bounded ahead, twirling like it was a dance. “The first thing we do is have our picnic.”

She didn’t mean we were going to eat sandwiches on a blanket. The first thing she did was locate a ring of mushroom-shaped Nakamamon and scare them into fleeing. The plant aspect creatures scuttled like crabs but were made of twigs and leaves for camouflage. They puffed out spores as they scattered, and Dee bounded directly into those clouds.

“Is he—“

Regina held up a hand to forestall me. She’d skidded to a halt just outside of where the spore clouds were expanding.

“Slumbershrooms,” she said.

I identified them. They were indeed Slumbershrooms, a common plant aspect that made their getaway from predators by putting them to sleep. It was the same tactic they’d use against smaller creatures they preyed upon, to feast upon them once they were sleeping. Yikes.

“Now,” she said, smiling fondly at the sleeping Dee. “You and I do need to talk.”

She fell to her knees and pulled my pants down. The freckled face was beaming with joy at seeing what she’d unleashed, and actually ran her face back and forth over my flaccid member, first one side and then the other.

Then she slurped the head into her mouth and began sucking.

I grabbed the back of her head, and once I’d hardened I began pumping forward and back.

She pulled free, gasping, eyes alight. “Someone’s lively today!”

I bent and whipped her shirt off over her head. “I wanted to speak with you about something important,” I growled.

“Instead you’re getting your dick sucked,” she said, licking it up and down. Gods, I couldn’t deny how amazing it felt to have women looking up at me, adoring my body, wanting to please me. It was awesome.

Her freckles were back to glittering with magic like sequins. In the shade of the clearing, twenty feet away from a sleeping Tweedle Dee, I watched her nipples harden and her mouth turn up in a smile as she worked.

She had really gotten a lot better at this. If it weren’t for the skill levels of Stave Off I’d bought, this would’ve been too much. Add to that the adorable view of her with her lips straining to wrap around me, and it was enough to make any twenty-something erupt immediately.

Instead I urged her to take a breather, and kissed her. I couldn’t be sure what possessed her in this moment, but she was frantic; she undressed me and shucked the rest of her clothes, then wrapped herself around me while we kissed.

“I need you,” she breathed. “Those two weeks without you…” she didn’t finish her sentence, but instead kissed me again.

“I’m here now,” I told her, and lifted her bodily in the air.

Legs wrapped around my back, we kissed again. These weren’t the heated, frantic kisses of the uninitiated. These were passionate and deep, full of longing. Why? We’d been together only a few days ago.

“I want you inside me,” she told me.

“How about I climb between your legs—“

“Now,” the demanded. “Fork me now, Fletcher. I need you now.”

I did, and lined myself up to slip between her sopping lower lips, still holding her up. There, she told me when I’d gotten it right, right there. She wriggled and sank several inches of me up into her, groaning like she was under a steaming hot shower.

“I needed this,” she sighed, then kissed me again.

We commenced to a slow, unhurried, and fully passionate lovemaking. It was warm and insistent, more than before. Something had changed. Each stroke up and down my shaft seemed tighter than before. Slicker than before. Hotter also. When I captured one nipple in my mouth and continued pulling her body up and down the length of my shaft, she was soon crying out in pure bliss. She was soon in the throes of an orgasm and calling out my name.

“Fletcher,” she gasped. “Fletcher, fu— don’t stop… keep… ugh!”

Then she buried her face in my shoulder. We stood like that for some time, with her wrapped around me and me supporting her entire body weight like it wasn’t a big deal. I began to tire, but the old me wouldn’t have had a single moment like this. Instead I listened with my whole body as she went through a series of orgasmic aftershocks, body spasming and jerking with the pleasure. Her insides clamped onto me and relaxed, again and again.

“Never…” she mumbled.

I continued long, deep strokes, with occasional flicks of the nipple with my overly long tongue.

“What’s that?”

“Never before…”

She went through another series of aftershocks, and I comforted her with sweet nothings, telling her how wonderful she was, and how much she meant to me, and how much I enjoyed doing this. With her, to her.

“I love…” she started, but her eyes flew open.

“Hm?” I asked.

“This. I love this.”

I had a feeling she had just slipped up and nearly confessed. I didn’t push it though.

“I want it from behind,” she said.

I obliged her: from behind, her on top of me, and me on top of her, with her legs lying up on my chest. The pleasure built up in me, watching her go through orgasm after orgasm, shuddering and groaning.

I’d done this. Nobody else. I was responsible for rocking her world and bringing her to heights of passion no one else had.

With that in mind, I told her what I was going to do.

“I’m going to make you feel like you’ve never felt before,” I told her. I began slamming into her with my full might, grabbing my UI and putting a skill point into Girth right this moment, and she cried out. I experienced that spring tightening feeling of her whole body winding down to a spectacular orgasm, and chose that moment to expand out our pleasure by spending the Tokens. Not a moment later it washed over her. Cries and shaking sounding somewhere between ecstasy and pain.

She begged me to stop, breathless whispering full of half-formed words and twitchy swats at my arms.

I ignored her. Instead I pounded down into her body relentlessly.

She sprang into another orgasm right away, arching her back up and screaming soundlessly. She clamped down on me, body bucking, and came again. This one had a rush of fluid with it. A croak emerged along with warm, clear liquid that splashed up my body and over her thighs and abs.

This is Christopher, triumphant.

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