Divinity Rescue Corps
143- I’m Gonna Miss This

I really liked this world. It had trees with vapid smiling faces, and big fat spherical leaves that looked a bit like punching gloves. It had coruscating shimmers of rainbow light skidding across the sky and the clouds, evidence of airborne mana. It had crocodiles made out of rock with gems for teeth. It had all the creatures with their wonderfully terrible names: Marshell, like a clam with a little person in it. Marshin, the grown version of the Marshell with white skin and pink and teal accents, the mermaid-shaped Marshmellow, who were super chill. You had the Cyclowl, an owl-shaped Nakamamon that generated cyclones to hunt, the Flameingo, a literal flamingo radiating heat and flame, Shrubbit, a rabbit that camouflaged itself to look like a shrub, and so many more. Angelly, and Scorchomp, and Ferndrake…

…and now the charmingly terrifying Galacti.

Who knew how many of these things there were in the world? The best and most important thing was that none of the sentient Nakamamon wanted to kill you. No village of spear-wielding creatures that looked adorable that would simply murder you for coming onto their sacred land. No fire Nakamamon streaking down the sides of a volcano to burn you alive because you did some strange cultural lava-based taboo you didn’t know existed.

Meaning that, with Guardians to deal with the predators, your team of intrepid explorers and Wizards cataloguing all the weird and wonderful things this new world had on offer. None of the townsfolk would burn you alive for being a witch, lock you up for not having body hair or being a certain skin color, or cook you and eat you. Violence wasn’t how the sentient creatures of this world solved their disputes.

And to add to all that, a lot of Nakamamon predators weren’t even flesh eaters. The Ferrosaur, the ones Blake and his Guardians wanted to use for Guardian practice, only really ate metal. Sure they’d kill you for being in their territory and not getting out of their territory, but they didn’t eat people. So in general, if you were careful and had a Guardian or two with you to help you run away from angry Ferrosaurs or ambush predators like Geodiles, you were basically safe.

Until fighting aspect Nakamamon popped up.

I took Regina out for a little walk to clear my head and talk over what Jacoby had proposed.

“I brought my mother here, and sacrificed four of my best friends, to heal my mom,” I told her. “I don’t want to abandon that task.”

She took my hand and threaded her fingers into mine. I looked down. It was the first time outside the bedroom that we’d held hands.

When I glanced back up at her face she had a sly little half smile on, and was looking somehow cuter than before.

“You make it sound like you’re being forced to stop looking for a cure for your mother,” she said. “And really, when she learns about this, she’s going to tell you to fix up the situation with these fighting aspect Nakamamon. It’s the right call.”

I knew this already, I was just being stubborn about it.

“Plus, Jacoby wants to fork you,” she said.

“What? What are you talking about?”

“She wants to play hide the sausage. She wants to bend over and have you feed her your snake. She wants you to choke her with that massive cock of yours and press her face up against your abs. Oh!” She chuckled. “Maybe that’s just me?”

She brought our intertwined hands over and slid them against my stirring sausage, then laughed again.

“It’s just you,” I told her.

“It’s a very tsundere vibe she puts out,” she said, then put on a deep voice, which was apparently an imitation of Jacoby. “‘Oh, Fletcher, you’re such a pest. I hate having to work with you. Just kidding, it’s all an act, let me try and fit that dick all the way up in me until I feel like I can’t breathe.’”

We had just rounded a couple of gigantic boulders. Surf splashed against the rocks and made a strange shushing sound when it receded, pulling the gravel over other gravel. The sound was strange but soothing.

“She is not,” I said, thinking about how weirdly into Vellenia Jacoby really was. “Not every woman is super horny and pervy like someone I know.”

She drew close. “Impossible.”

I gave her a peck, and she kissed me back, and soon we were making out. She was still holding my hand, but her other hand was rubbing at the front of my pants in no time.

“You’re such a horn dog, Christopher Fletcher,” she murmured. “Taking advantage of a vulnerable and impressionable young woman ohhhhh—”

I imitated Regina, pressing my fingers against her mound and sliding them down. She was wearing a skirt with leggings, and apparently no panties, because I felt every contour of her lower lips, and the hot moisture against my fingers. She moaned again, unable to concentrate, so she took matters into her own hands. And mouth.

A moment later she had my pants down, and the head between her lips. Several minutes after that, she pulled off, but still snuggled my hard on like it might exfoliate her face.

“I love this,” she cooed.

“Me too,” I told her. “You look so sexy with my cock in your mouth.” Her response was to grin and go back to her excellent blowjob. She really did look amazing, especially when her flower petal irises opened lazily and locked onto mine. She couldn’t speak while sucking me off, but I felt more than saw her smile as she continued. She pulled away some few minutes later, and I watched a string of saliva connecting her shining lips to my erection strain and stretch.

“I’m gonna miss this,” she said wistfully.

“What?”

It didn’t matter right this moment, she told me, and got into position. She’d shucked her leggings and flipped the skirt up over her butt, giving me quite a sight. Once she started wriggling her ass back and forth, I pushed the question aside and gave her what we both wanted and needed.

Regina’s body was irresistible, but I tried my best to ramp up the anticipation. I nestled my hard shaft between her butt cheeks and ran my hands all over her. I brought her back to kiss, before spending time on her ears and neck. She tried to hump back into me, to get me nestled between her lower lips, but I was taller than her and stopping that was easy.

“Fletcher,” she gasped, while I kneaded her boobs with expert skill. “Frack me.”

“Tell me what you meant,” I commanded quietly.

“It doesn’t matter. Put it inside.”

She tried reaching between her legs and grabbing hold of me to guide me in, but I backed off. “What do you mean, you’re going to miss this?”

“You won’t be allowing your mother to be in the same place as you, not until this fighting aspect problem is dealt with,” she told me. “That means you go with Jacoby and I go with your mom.”

I suspected this was what she meant, but hearing it from her mouth was a blow anyway.

“Please,” she whined. “Pleeeeeeaase Fletcher.”

Grasping onto her ass, I slowly pressed forward and sank my whole length into her. She held her breath the whole time, like I was squeezing her whole body.

“Oh frack,” she muttered. “Oh frack… did you… make it… even bigger?”

“Maybe,” I told her playfully.

“It’s soooooooo big,” she moaned, and slid forward, only to shove herself back onto me. “I love it. I love this.” Then it was only moans and grunts and groans, and the slap of skin on skin. I took her by the hips and gave her what she wanted again and again, until I felt her climax approaching. Her elbows began to tremble and threatened to buckle.

I didn’t want her to face plant against the boulder, and took hold of both arms, spearing her again and again. The orgasm came and washed over her. She sputtered a few half words about it, and a plea for me not to stop, and I kept right on going.

Afterwards I backed her up against the boulder and put one leg on my shoulder. I got even deeper into her this way, causing her to climax again a few minutes later.

“F-fletcher,” she managed. “I love…”

I kissed her again and looked deep into her eyes, while giving her the slow, deep and hard treatment. “I love you too.”

The sensations were overwhelming, but the emotion I felt coming off her when I said the words did the trick. She thrashed in my arms, then dutifully sank to her knees and accepted my whole load on her face and in her hair.

It was so much. I’d never even seen porn with this much. My magically enhanced body produced half a bukakke’s worth at once, and she pulled back to take the other half on her chest. It was enough that she couldn’t open her eyes at first. She spent time collecting my seed onto fingers and licking it up.

“It’s… good,” she murmured. “Tastes so good.”

We followed this up with a dip in the ocean, which proved to be pleasantly warm on our naked bodies. Regina clung to me the whole time, but the water was clear and went out a long way before dropping off.

“Ugh. It’s going to be so difficult being apart from you again.” She had wrapped herself around my arm the way Vellenia did, pressing her boobs up against me. Now in chest deep water she also wrapped her legs around my torso and snuggled into my shoulder.

“I could have sex with you every day of my life,” she told me, “and I don’t know if it would be enough. Is that… bad? I think I really am a sludge.”

“You’re not a sludge!” I told her, and guided her hands to my already-hardening member. “Look, if you’re a sludge, I’m a mega-sludge, because I’m already horny again.”

“I can’t give you a blowjob underwater,” she said, disappointed.

That gave me an idea.

And that was how, not ten seconds later, I heard Regina’s surprised exclamation as I ran my tongue up and down her clit, then slithered it up into her. Vellenia’s gift of water breathing allowed me to stay down there as long as I needed to. Regina wrapped her legs around my head and just floated, while I licked every inch again and again.

With my enhanced tongue, I could also reach deeper than almost every earthling, too. Sex powers were no joke. Regina was in the midst of another powerful orgasm just minutes after I’d started.

We then retreated back to the shallows where I could sit on the smooth rocks, and she could ride me.

“I don’t want to be apart,” she lamented, while I watched her boobs dance up and down. She reall slammed her hips down hard.

“I don’t either.”

“I love being with you,” she told me breathlessly. “I love watching you frack the other girls. I love making them feel good too!”

She had to stop speaking for a moment as another small climax locked her body up into a shuddering fit, before she could get moving again.

“Maybe we can think of another option,” I told her.

She kissed me, hard. I felt the love in her heart. It was an Affinity thing. My magical senses could feel the depth of her feelings for me. When the kiss ended, I found tears in her eyes.

“I want to know all about Jacoby when you get back,” she said. She just assumed I was going to get with Jacoby, and was cool with it. “Ugh, I bet she’s super yummy.”

A tear slipped down her cheek, and I felt my chest tighten. I was hurting Regina, and I wasn’t even gone yet. She didn’t stop sliding up and down my shaft, or breaking out into little orgasms here and there. Spending a Token using Entwined Ecstasy ramped up the pleasure we both felt by a lot, since we had passed out of the fourth Relationship level and into the fifth. She shuddered with bliss and I kissed all the freckled spots on her chest.

“I’ll have a day off here and there,” I told her. “We can get together.”

“I love you,” she repeated in a breath, slamming herself down on me. “You’re so kind, and good, and this… feels so right.”

“Regina,” I asked. “Do you want to… be my official girlfriend?”

She froze, and stared at me. “I… what?”

“You’re my first. I feel a close connection with you.” As close as humanly possible, in fact, with me buried up inside her. “Be my girlfriend.”

The rain of kisses that followed was answer enough. She kissed every spot on my face: forehead, cheeks, over and around my eyes, lips a number of times, nose, and even the bridge of my nose got a lick, which set us both off laughing.

“I can’t believe,” she said, laughing and kissing, “that we didn’t…” More kisses followed, along with her beginning to ride me again, “…we didn’t do this… before.”

“Me neither,” I said, chuckling. “I’m glad you’re not mad, babe.”

“Babe? Babe?” she shivered again. “Oh my god, Fletcher. I mean, babe. Honey. Baby.” Then she laughed in delight. “There’s no way Jacoby will ever be your babe. Only me. Right? Okay maybe Vellenia and Shakindria can be your girlfriend too, but that’s it!”

I nodded, and thrust upwards. Both of us groaned again, and her muscles squeezed me tightly.

She hugged onto me in response, and whispered, “You have made me so happy.”

“You know what I want to do, babe?”

“What’s that, babe?” she asked.

“We’ll have to figure out where we’ll go, how we’ll be provisioned, and whether or not we’ll be in contact while this thing is on.”

She rolled her eyes.

“Don’t worry! It’s not forever,” Regina said, with a touch too much patronizing for my tastes. “Hopefully you’ll have it figured out, quarantined and treated and cured or whatever, and that’ll be that. Jacoby will let you go, we’ll link back up, find a cure for your mother, and after that who knows what’ll happen. The real question is whether Vellenia and Shakindria stick with you, or they stay with us as extra protection. We’ll work up a relay system for news and seeds or plant bits, because she doesn’t have Verdant Rejuvenation like you.”

Well I officially disliked this talk.

“And don’t worry, we’ll help her. All the girls, I guess except Larelle, have a Healer power from you… wait, have you and Larelle…”

“No, we haven’t,” I said. And in thinking it over, it made sense.

This is Christopher not liking it, regardless of how much sense it made.