Divinity Rescue Corps
134- Bound Here, And Here, And Here

Vellenia consented to the bonding without a second thought. And really, she told me, who was she to get in the way of what I wanted. Which was a kind sentiment and all, but warred with my people-pleasing side. I needed to know there wouldn’t be any trouble with me bonding Shakindria.

I’d been on the precipice of disappointing a potentially powerful ally, and now good friend: I would have been forced to tell Shakindria no, then explain all that to my. That whole situation had been hard for people-pleaser Fletcher, and I didn’t like being in that rock and hard place of a dilemma.

And, as I stood with Shakindria on the roof of her house, holding hands, I reflected on how lucky I was to avoid disappointing her, and setting my team back months in work.

“I am the luckiest man on the planet… on either planet,” I breathed. All the guilt over her help and the restrictions placed on her had welled up into a fierce ball of shame. But we were close to unraveling that and setting the tightness in my chest free.

You are too kind, she responded. She was beautiful, adventurous, sensual, and capable. Any man would be lucky to bond a sentient humanoid-yet-still-non-human creature like her.

I thought not for the first time about what it would be like to take my leave time back on earth. It wasn’t going to be easy to separate from Vellenia and Shakindria.

This led naturally to the next thought: this was by design.

Some human had made the system. They made the system messages. That person wanted to keep us here, and what better way than to literally tether us to one of this world’s inhabitants?

I shook myself; I was being paranoid. Bonding Nakamamon was a natural consequence of coming here and opening ourselves to magic. It wasn’t some nefarious plan by someone at the Agency (BOOF or SNORC, whichever they called it) to give us Stockholm Syndrome and never want to leave.

Your mind is fluttering, Shakindria told me.

“Sorry,” I said.

I wish to bond with you, Christopher Fletcher. The bond will be of mind, body and soul, she said. As we bond here—here she touched my forehead to indicate the place where I channeled mana—we will bond here as well. And she touched my chest, just left of center. But we will be bound here throughout the entire process, start to finish. Her yellow, four-fingered hand slid down over my cock, rousing it.

Her mind had taken on a naughty tone, and I got flashes of mental imagery, with us having sex all over the place. An airplane, a concept she’d just learned about, by the side of the road, in a dingy public restroom, and more.

Let my mana intertwine with yours, she said, and I felt more than saw the flow of mana emerge from the amethyst gem in her forehead. It took some doing, but I was able to match the action, drawing mana up and out of the wells in my body to where I could mingle it with what she was offering.

It shimmered in the air and began to twist and spiral around hers. I caught the barest hint of color, or Affinity translated our mana into colors for my mind: mine a minty green, hers a twisted braid of lavender.

As our mana began to twine together, she took my hands and brought them up to her breasts. Stepping forward, she slid my pants off and then took care to slip out each foot in turn. The moment she slurped my cock into her mouth, the psychic projection enveloped us.

I was standing beside a rocky, mountainous pathway worn down by many feet, while Shakindria sucked me deeper into her mouth. In the meantime, hikers passed by with hefty backpacks strapped on, grinning and gasping at us. Some had those ski poles for walking sticks, but all of them had their eyes locked on what the Mindela was presently doing.

Her eyes opened lazily and locked onto mine, and a smile spread across her face while she sucked me off.

We can do this and more, she told me.

She stood and leapt into my arms. She was lighter than she looked; like Vellenia, she couldn’t weigh over a hundred pounds. The moment I caught her, we were standing in a shallow pool while a waterfall thundered nearby.

A vision, a psychic projection into my mind.

Again, a whole host of people stood around in bikinis and swimsuits, young people having fun in this secluded tropical place. As soon as we arrived, the hushed conversations started, along with the pointing and the giggles.

Their discomfort, jealousy or their own lust wasn’t going to get to me; they weren’t real and I really was just about to be deep inside my second different Nakamamon species.

I lifted Shakindria slowly up and down, and she helped by positioning my cock to get maximum friction, to drag it up and down the length of her slit. She clutched her other hand around my neck and stared into my eyes.

Do you feel their attention on us? she asked. I didn’t, but that didn’t matter, she explained what was going on. They want you, she told me. They secretly wish to have the lack of inhibitions you have, to have you slide into them—

She positioned the head at her entrance and I lowered her onto me. She was tight, incredibly tight, and already soaked from the dirty talk.

—and the others want to be you. They want an uninhibited partner. A ‘freak’ you call them. Is that what you wish to have, bond mate? A freak in the sheets?

“Yes,” I told her through clenched teeth.

I held on tight and began to rock my hips, loving the way this vision fuzzed at the edges when she started to have the lust overcome her focus. Her nipples had emerged, a darker shade of yellow but also much wider than Vellenia’s small pink ones. Much wider. These were what you’d call pancake nipples and they were not bumpy like the human ones I’d had my tongue all over the last several months.

Suck them, she told me. Lavish me with your tongue and your cock, bond mate.

The sensation of being watched and lusted after was a very new one. All of the girls had wanted to do this in private, to keep the knowledge of our pleasure a secret. Right now, out of the corner of my eye, I watched in amazement while young women’s lust-filled gazes locked onto me, and they started surreptitiously running their hands down between their legs, up over their breasts. It mattered less that they were a figment of our imagination and more that they were sexy and they wanted what I had.

I clutched onto her ass and forced her to ride my pole, loving the tightness of her and the way those nipples felt on my tongue. She was glorious: headstrong, no inhibitions, and an exhibitionist.

I wanted to break her concentration, to give her so much pleasure she had to focus on just what I was giving her. Yes I knew that would break the mana binding us together, but we could do that again. It didn’t require me to set her down on a sand bank and plow into her with dozens of people watching in fascination.

Still she fed mana into our connection, even as I folded her in half with my hands behind her knees. I reciprocated, trying to keep my focus on the mana rather than the exquisite and different feel of Shakindria.

Here I could really thrust down with a lot of force, and each time my abs slapped down the whole vision wavered, like a rock dropped into a pond. Her orgasm was approaching; I could tell from the way she’d fallen silent, the way her pussy gripped onto me, the way her yellow skin had a slight orange tint to it around the cheeks and ears, and the way her whole body had begun to clench.

“Your… thing… is so deep…” she gasped.

The scene wavered as the dam of the orgasm broke and she cried out.

“Fletcher, something is happening!” she said, astonishment clear in her voice.

I locked lips with her. To keep my focus on the bonding, we switched positions. She stuck her ass out at me, feet planted firmly on the ground, with the vision wavering around us. We were in a plane bathroom now, with one flight attendant staring with shock at what she was seeing. Shakindria flashed her boobs at the stunned attendant while her body jerked with every hard thrust.

“Ah!” she cried out, unable to concentrate enough to maintain psyspeech. The scene wavered again, and I felt her wind up toward another orgasm in record time.

Two hands on her boobs from behind, I pulled her back toward me and locked lips once more, slamming into her while our mana coalesced into a single strand.

Once our bond was complete, I waved away the UI message telling me that we’d bonded and that we gained powers from being bonded to one another. Instead I spooned her on my bed. Her body felt warm and comfy in my arms, pressed against my thighs, and fit against the contour of my neck and chin.

We lay there in the quiet, fingers intertwined and me stroking her belly absently. Later I kissed her again, and this led to her grinding herself against my midsection.

You’re insatiable, she communicated telepathically.

I could not argue with that. Somehow I had a whole host of women okay with sharing me.

She took my hardening length in hand and rubbed it up and down over herself, grunting and groaning.

It has been so long since I’ve given up control, she told me. I could not help it. The sensations were too much.

Are you… an exhibitionist? I asked mentally. Psyspeech might be an ability but I liked using it. When her inquisitive, questioning reply started up, I gave her some mental pictures and a definition of the term before the Psyspeech ran out.

Is that… a bad thing? she asked.

“Oh, no,” I whispered to her. “You are what you are. But if you really go crazy with other people watching, then we can engineer that sort of situation.”

A shock of icy terror flowed through her mind and into my mind, though I could sense strong desire laced in there. She wasn’t ready, but I could tell she really wanted to. The visions were a series of fantasies she might one day want to make a reality. Just not today.

“It’s okay,” I soothed. “We’ll take it very slow. One day perhaps we’ll find someone who’s a voyeur. I have an idea but no proof.”

Your other bond mate?

“No… but don’t worry. When you’re ready, or if you’re ready. Not before.” Then more kisses for reassurance.

She slowly pushed herself back onto me, until the head popped into her and she gave out a great groaning sigh.

This time the sex was slow, sensuous, and wasn’t complicated by the need to form the bond of mana between us.

With Vellenia it had been uncomplicated: extend out the mana, twine it together, boom done. What I hadn’t realized was that with Vellenia, we’d gone from practically strangers to very comfortable with one another in a millisecond.

I want them to watch us, Shakindria said in a quiet voice in my mind. I feel so beautiful like this. In the meantime her hips did more of the talking. She was soaking wet, and when I took her by the hip she groaned with lust directly into my mind.

The bonding had made us intimate and comfortable with one another, I was realizing. The sex had helped, but intertwining your mana with someone else just made you comfortable being with them. It was like you were on their wavelength, even if you were different people.

You’re so big, and they’ll be amazed that I can take all this without being broken. Her words dripped with arousal. They’ll be jealous, and they’ll be turned on.

If you were the artist and she was the engineer, it didn’t matter. If you were from Germany and she was from the Philippines, somehow that didn’t matter either.

They’ll know that I am yours and you are mine, she went on.

“You’re mine,” I repeated, half amazed. .

And you are mine, she said. My king and my slave, my conquerer and my servant. By the gods you are so deep inside me. I had only ever imagined mating might feel good, and in my fantasies it was never like this.

I sawed my hips back and forth, tweaking her nipples, She wound tighter towards yet another seismic climax, while I felt my own second climax building.

“You… are my queen… huh?” I asked, panting from the effort.

Your queen must have her desires… filled…

She cried out yet again, both in my mind and in my ears. The climax washed over her and she projected the feeling into me. That was like a domino falling, because I had her overwhelming sensations layered onto my own. I jerked forward and came, deep inside.

When Vellenia came home that night, she snuggled onto my other side, and roused me, and silently sucked me clean before apologizing for getting me hard. With a slow smile, I tried to convey that it was not a problem. With my fingers, I tried to convey that I needed no apologies, but might like to have some play time now that I was ready to go.

Shakindria woke not long into my languid lovemaking with the Marshin. The white-skinned beauty with her mint green hair had her eyes fixed closed and her face pointed at the ceiling, orgasming continuously for some ten minutes as I held her hips and pistoned up into her again and again.

My new bond mate watched with keen interest, and eventually reached out to stroke Vellenia’s thigh. The Marshin took her hand and intertwined their fingers together, still not looking, while her mouth worked and no sounds emerged.

Finally when I came, Shakindria’s face was inches from my joining with Vellenia. She caught my cock as Vellenia slumped to one side, and slurped it into her mouth to clean it off.

The two Nakamamon locked gazes, and I could see a problem there. They might enjoy their time with me, they might love having me stuffed up into them and rearranging their guts, but they weren’t used to having one another around.

I realized the problem and the solution the moment Vellenia sleepily said the words. “We will need to bond as well.”

Intertwining their mana wasn’t something that was easy to watch. Shakindria consented, but what happened next was largely invisible. My Affinity and skills weren’t up to snuff. I did get wisps of the lavender magic coming off her, and some glimpses of the pink and adorable magic Vellenia had within her, but as for the two strands coming together, the only indication it happened was a vague feeling in my forehead that things were better. As with Vellenia’s bond with me, there didn’t need to be any lovemaking going on. Instead they both visibly relaxed, and settled in on either side of me, snuggling against my shoulders and chest, and touching one another’s fingertips.

***

Of course, I was overjoyed to receive the bonding benefits from Shakindria that I’d expected.

Congratulations! You have bonded with a Mindela.

You have gained the following:

*Psychic Resistance

*Unlimited Psyspeech with your bond mate.

*Basic Telekinesis

The descriptions proved out what I expected.

Psychic resistance: You are immune to psychic aspect damage from your bonded Nakamamon. All psychic aspect damage has a 50% chance to be reduced to zero. Any psychic aspect damage taken is reduced by 50%. This functions identically for status effects derived from psychic aspect damage.

Unlimited Psyspeech with your bond mate: Psychic communication to your bond mate no longer incurs a check. Range and duration are both defined by your relationship with your bond mate.

Basic Telekinesis: By concentrating, you may spend 1 Affinity Token to lift an unliving object of up to 10 pounds and move it. This costs moderate mana per minute. Range and duration are both defined by your relationship level with your bond mate. Fine manipulation of objects is not possible.

By contrast, my bond with Vellenia had produced two resistance abilities, along with a single special ability for each of her two aspects. Shakindria provided me with two abilities. Granted, one of them was strictly limited to communication with her.

Interestingly, I hadn’t been able to use Entwined Ecstasy with Vellenia in order to gain a special ability through sex. I’d already gained that with Shakindria, and it hadn’t been revoked when we’d bonded.

I set to work immediately testing out Basic Telekinesis, which proved to be just as incredible as I’d hoped. I was able to lift basic tools and then drop them where I wanted. The mana cost was pretty steep, as my Healer class didn’t focus heavily on mana; I had an Affinity of less than half of Alan and Trent, and after about five minutes of moving objects around, I was drained in a way I’d never been before.

Mana was like soul. Like a literal manifestation of that thing people claim to have on earth but don’t really have solid evidence to prove it’s there. Like morale on a battlefield, or willpower to resist hardship, it’s almost impossible to know who has it, how much, or how long it’ll take to exhaust your supply. When using it up, I’d expected to get mentally tired, but it wasn’t the same.

Instead, I grew emotionally and spiritually tired. By the time my mana pool was at about a quarter of its full potential, I noticed that I was irritated, and had a deadness of emotion that I definitely disliked. It was like I couldn’t see the point in continuing to do what I was doing, or anything else for that matter. The world felt desaturated, like the colors had been leeched out of it.

The mana of this world was everywhere’s and seeped into our bodies faster than we could deal with it. The feeling left me after only a few minutes, and as my mana pool climbed back up, the good feeling returned, along with the colors around me.

Shakindria and I made quick work of the divine objects Drat discovered. None of the objects was over ten pounds, and when I began using it, I encountered this.

Divine Resistance check:You have the Divine Resistance skill at level 6, and Affinity is at level 6. This check is Moderate, requiring 3 successes. Would you like to spend 3 Tokens for an automatic success?

Total Tokens: 1 Affinity and 7 Free Tokens.

I loved that I had 12 levels to combat the problem, but I knew the difficulty of the check was only going to go up with time. With that in mind, Shakindria and I tested the limits of our bond. As Confidants already, we were at the third Relationship level, and that seemed to give us about 30 feet of range. Like the plan before, we would lob the objects to one another and ensured we knew where they landed. I could lift and object, succeed at a Moderate test, and she could likewise succeed at a Moderate test to catch it and set it down. With breaks, we were able to bring all three of our objects near to the town entrance in only a few hours.

This is Christopher, one happy Bondsealer.