Divinity Rescue Corps
135- Seeking Pleasure

In the aftermath of the God of Productivity situation, Ivy eventually crawled back on hands and knees, begging Izzy to take her back. For days, they both disappeared from my sex radar, since Isabelle didn’t want me involved and Ivy would do anything to keep her girlfriend happy. They both continued to do their jobs efficiently, though there was little to protect anyone from. They felt it was a decent change of pace from turning away Nakamamon who were trying to turn into Rip Van Winkles inside the town.

That was over. The town was getting back to normal. Trent and the rest of us of course partied with the jubilant town, but in the immediate aftermath it was clear the town needed repairs. All of us helped out then: cleaning up rubble, Alan mending together what could be mended with his spells, Trent of course working his magic on buildings and damage roads, so long as they were made of stone. The Guardians used their strength, on orders from me, so they could accrue experience. Everyone helped out on the same orders: the Rangers, Cinzy, and even occasionally Drat, when he could be bothered to show up.

People came to me with injuries and got healing, but I also helped cart away wheelbarrows of broken building, helped get things where they needed to go, and accepted a whole lot of thanks and praise.

The only good part about dealing with another god situation was that the divinely radioactive vomit automatically vanished from the area. The god left, and puddles of golden sick up just drained and were gone. Cue up more cheering from the townsfolk.

Jacoby’s people stuck around precisely zero minutes after it was over. Her team had apprehended more than just Archie and now Blake, but I wasn’t privy to any of that at the time. Instead, they had just decamped the morning after the god was cured, and that was that. No more Jacoby, with her awkward staring and smoky eyes.

Wayne the Wizard tacked a clay tablet to my door explaining that they were under orders to get the fighting aspect Nakamamon back to HQ for tests and to figure out if Rainer could heal Blake back to being human, or at least change him from being a fighting aspect and into something less… world shattering. He thanked me for the opportunity to work on a really big and important project, and wished me well.

Good guy, Wayne.

After that, it was mostly just feasting, festivities, and forking. So much forking. When I convened the team I could sense a lot of hungry gazes on me, interestingly from Chrysta and Cinzy as well as the usual suspects: Regina, Tara, Vellenia, and Shakindria. When I asked the three gents what they’d like, they all made excuses about staying a couple more days. It turned out Alan was seeing a young Mistillion, which was like a flower person made of fog, and Trent had an interested young lass, who was oddly enough made of stone. She was like a living statue, made of a marble-like substance, with the veins being rainbow colored and glowing.

I was pretty sure he had done something with his powers to make her into that shape, but I couldn’t say that a hundred percent.

Drat? Drat did whatever Drat did. That fracking guy.

And then there was me. The Pleasure Seeker, the Indulgent Consort. Doing my duty to earn xp and gain levels the best way possible.

Tara needed to be filled to the brim at every opportunity when we were together. She ended up getting involved with me and Vellenia, me and Shakindria, and also me and Regina, as well as having me to herself. But in every case, all my orgasms went in one place: as deep inside her as I could force them. It never mattered if I was taking Regina from behind, or if I had Vellenia folded in half with her ankles up around her ears and her tail sweeping back and forth across the floor, Tara was right there ready to receive my full load inside her when the time came.

Although Tara did initially seem bothered when Shakindria explained about how she couldn’t conceive, she asked me to make some magic medicine to eliminate the interference of mana in the process. I eventually agreed, and though she didn’t know what was in it, she took what I gave her and then shucked her clothes for an immediate creampie.

As odd as it might be, it was incredibly hot. None of the other girls were like ‘I want to bring a little Fletcher into the world!’ I couldn’t say why the danger and the excitement made it hot, but just imagining beautiful, long-legged girl-next-door Tara with a swollen belly was enough to push me over the edge a number of times. Right where she wanted the contents of my climax, of course.

And while Cinzy didn’t love sharing me with a bunch of others, she couldn’t stop me from mating with my bond mate Nakamamon, nor could she really stop me from doing what I liked. If she wanted a slice of Fletcher, she had to just suck it up and accept Fletcher had a lot going on.

It helped that she was a submissive, and wanted me to tell her what to do until she was worshipping my cock, before I forced it right up her tight rear end. The only stipulation was that nobody else could watch her submission or humiliation, and that was a condition I would happily abide. After all, it wasn’t often a girl came to your door and nervously joked around, playing with her hair while silently hoping you’d get her on her knees, frack her face for a while, then lube her up and violate her ass. All the while, you’d tell her how perfect she was, how beautiful she looked with her mouth full of cock, how amazing her ass looked, how gorgeous it was stretched out around my shaft, and how her lower lips tried to grip me and keep from letting go. It would only take a few minutes of breathing praise at her and stroking her clit before she’d moan and climax with me deep in her ass.

Regina just stayed over at my house now. She loved this new sexual freedom that had blossomed within her. She loved sucking my cock just as much as she liked holding and stroking Vellenia’s tail while eating her out… while I thrust in and out of her from behind. She liked going into 69 with Shakindria, especially if I was also clinging to her and driving into her from behind. She even watched what I had going with Chrysta once.

Using Pheromones, I could give Regina a little cock just like I sometimes gifted Isabelle. However, what she wanted was to have Vellenia or Shakindria get one of those, so she could end up with the spit roasting treatment, or get some double penetration on. She loved looking into my eyes with me all up inside her, then have Vellenia push into her backside. Then, she’d only break eye contact with me if she couldn’t manage it any longer, and had to get a mouthful of Vellenia’s wriggling tongues.

Of all my new abilities, the most popular with Regina was the new Coming Together ability. By spending a Token she could experience everything I was feeling while I got down and dirty with other partners. She would hide under the bed or just outside and pay the toll to share in what I was doing with Vellenia, Shakindria, Chrysta, Tara, and eventually even Poppins. Cinzy didn’t want to use it when I was with her because, and I quote, ‘I’m not a fracking AllMyFans performer.’ She made it clear she was strictly off limits. She did, however, let me double team her on my rooftop under the twin moons. Regina may have whined that she wanted to know what it was like to be a dude, and double team Cinzy… who she really wanted to seduce. For the time being, though, Cinzy wasn’t okay with that.

I can’t count the number of times Regina professed that she loved me while stuffed full of me, or feeling what I was feeling using my new ability. On her hands and knees taking me from behind she loved me. On her back with Shakindria sitting on her face, she’d get some air to tell me she loved me. Watching me rail Tara and blast yet another load into her, she loved me. Watching my discomfort as I refused to tell her details about meeting up with and getting inside Cinzy, she loved me.

Shakindria didn’t mind being with others, especially when she learned that my abilities performed better with more than one partner. She especially loved the new special ability Coming Together. She wanted nothing more than to know the feelings that I got from being inside her. Experiencing both her feelings and mine at the same time made her climax time and again, until she could handle no more. She also loved to have Regina, Tara, or Vellenia in my bed, and compare how different each of them felt while I had sex with them. She liked staring into their eyes while she slammed her hips down onto me, riding me cowboy. She’d caress her curves and stroke her ears and climax over and over again if they were watching. She was a freak in the sheets, in that she was adventurous to the max.

I did level up several more times in the next few days, gaining skill points that I fed into my Pleasure Seeker Qualities, and that allowed more frequent visits with Chrysta. The shy ghost never approached me, but also never turned me away when I reached out to hold her hand, or gently turn her face my way for a kiss. With my Adaptability and Pheromones raised up, she was turning more and more human, and I was becoming more incorporeal. We met in the middle, and made the magic happen. The sex was brutal and involved me pressing down on her windpipe, swearing at her, pounding her with every bit of power I could muster… and also having her choking me while slamming herself down on me repeatedly. The session would end with both of us bruised and gasping for breath, until we broke contact and she no longer needed to breathe. Then I’d heal us up, and she would apologize needlessly for giving in when the void rose up in her.

Fairy Poppins was another who benefited from my increased level and better Adaptability. At this level, I could finally shrink down to about a foot, and get her to about the same size.

“Oh. My. Goddess!” she shrieked, clapping and flapping her wings.

Now that we were both about a foot tall, things got odd. My small camping pillow was like a bed in and of itself, and my bed was the size of a park.

Fairy Poppins had glowing golden skin and wore a skirt made of a leaf, along with a sort of vest made from another leaf. It didn’t close in the front, but the back, tying at the top and bottom so her wings could do their thing. No underwear. I knew that because when her clothes flew off a second later, she was totally nude and leaping on me.

I caught her, laughing.

“You really—”

She silenced me with a kiss that included tongue. A lot of tongue. She made moans of pleasure as I held her up, flitting her fingers through my hair and down the back of my shirt, then over my face.

“Ohhhh,” she groaned, grinding herself against my abs. “Finally!”

I responded by slipping one hand beneath her and working to arouse her even further with my fingers. I didn’t need to bother; she was soaking wet. I got two fingers up in there with no trouble, and pressed another finger against her engorged clit.

“There,” she gasped. “Right there.” Then went right back to kissing me.

I’d never had one of my partners react so quickly before. She bucked and groaned, then broke the kiss and with her head thrown back, came on just my fingers. Her moan of pleasure was long and throaty, and the moment it ended she slumped back onto the bed, the glow of her body pulsing intermittently with each spasm of her body.

She watched while I pulled my shirt off, exposing my Physicality enhanced body, followed by my pants.

“Ooh!” she chirped. “A strip tease! Mmm yes, Daddy, dance for Poppy.”

You can take the tiny out of the fairy, but apparently you can’t take the adorable with it. Or the perverted. I did turn it into a little dance, running my hands up and down my body while she gaped and grinned. She watched in fascination as I stripped down and my cock came into view. At this point, she squealed in delight, got up and started twerking directly into me.

I don’t know if it’s all fairies, but Poppy had the tiniest little breasts. Even on her slender frame they were small. They were, however, capped with thick, protruding nipples. She wrenched my hands over them and showed me how she wanted them squeezed and pinched, all while she pressed her wings against my arms and shoulders, and ground her ass into me.

“I’ve dreamed about this,” she told me over her shoulder. “Every night I watched you with someone else, sliding this beauty up into them, I went back and dreamed about this moment.” She grabbed onto my shaft, lined me up, and sank slowly down on my full length. “There w—”

She came again just having me inside her. Another cry of ecstasy, another full body spasming, and this time I held her up to keep her from face planting on my sleeping bag.

Poppy came another six or eight times before passing out on the bed. It only took a good few strokes and she was back to the full body fit. It made sense, too, once I started thrusting: something about her pussy was pure magic. It encased all of me perfectly, and little tingles of magic seemed to lick at every bit of my shaft, from all different angles, at once. Still, I had Stave Off and could succeed at the checks, gritting my teeth and bearing down in order to keep from unloading inside her in under a minute. Finally I laid her out on her stomach and slowly, gently thrust up into her.

She just came and came and came, yelling out with her tiny voice, shivering and shaking, eventually with tears in her eyes. Over the course of five minutes she came so often I thought she just hadn’t stopped.

“Oh Daddy,” she told me. “I’m so, I’m soooohhhhh…” And she came again.

Her magically enhanced body did the same to me. I could hold back no longer, but when I tried asking her where she wanted me to cum, the magic clamped around my shaft intensified. That was that. I let out a cry and came deep inside her, but she had passed out from the sheer bliss of it.

***

And that’s it. That’s the end of the story. Everybody’s happily passing old Fletcher around like a virus born in a wet market in China.

Bad simile, but you get the idea. Here is where the story ends. Everyone in the other world happily gets on with their lives, I definitely have served out my first work rotation here with distinction, hazard pay, and plenty of overtime. We march through a cheery world with smiles on our faces, back towards a thankful HQ that welcomes us back with open arms, asks no questions, and pins awards on my chest. The rest of the team gets awards too, and there’s no Chewy situation where Larelle and Chrysta stand by like faithful pets; they get the full recognition they deserve. The same goes for Vellenia and Shakindria, who definitely don’t get put under the microscope for the weird phenomenon of sapient Nakamamon not typically bonding humans, or humans being able to bond more than one Nakamamon at a time. They also get commendations, get recruited into the Agency.

And all is well.

The end.

***

This is Christopher blinking away the fog of the past and getting back to the reality at hand.