Tara felt the press of arousal, lust, and need monts after she entered the area. Although it looked like every neighborhood from Glumpdumpkin and the ones she’d seen racing through this town, the coming dusk showed it to sparkle and glow with a hint of divinity. With her enhanced senses from her ability Apex Senses, she could even hear the faint tok, tok, tok of the Buddhist wood block being struck again and again. And of course she could see the coming divine aspect Nakamamon floating in from above. They glimred in the sky in front of a deepening navy blue, punctuated by pinpricks of light.
“Ohhh that’s not good,” she muttered. Those things were going to co right through the town and give a good third of the townsfolk with divinity poisoning.
She said it wasn’t good, but it was. It was really good. A warmth between her legs and a syrupy need began to well up in her. Her nipples imdiately tightened from the sensation and she couldn’t help but noticed them playing against the fabric of her shirt.
To remove it, and have the sensation be taken from her… or keep it on, and drive herself to orgasm just getting to Fletcher? These were the real questions. She left it on, and groaned at the feeling of the fabric swishing over her skin again and again. Just like the first ti, with The Lovers watching, she was growing hyper sensitive and aroused like she’d never been before.
Ahead, she sighted another figure standing in full plate armor made of magic. The ruggedly handso jerk face Guardian, the leader of the other team.
He stared in fascination at the scene before him. The Guardian’s armor was spectral and she could see through it, so she could easily detect the telltale bulge in his pants. He wasn’t looking at her, which was good, because she had only one person on her mind: the father of her child. His attention was fixed on the divine illness, but she wouldn’t notice that.
She passed the simple Divine Resistance and Durability check to stay away from the guy who had ordered her friends’ deaths and staggered toward the higher concentration of divine power: the stronger glow, the louder chorus, the more otherworldly feel. It was just over this low wooden fence, where Fletcher was kneeling with arms outstretched and two lumps of greenish godliness were simply laying there.
“Fletcher?” Her voice was shaky and hushed, and she felt her body pulse with need. She was burning up. She needed him.
He sat there in just a t-shirt with his arms both glowing a blinding holy radiance, white tinged with gold. She could barely make out the shapes of his hands and fingers. When she rounded him, intent on maybe getting him out of here, and maybe going down on him, she noted that his eyes and mouth also glowed with that power.
“Fletcher…” she sighed. It was one part grief and two parts heavy lust. She could do this. Just get him under the arms and drag him… drag him to where she could ride him until she couldn’t take anymore and burst like a broken dam and flooded her inside.
No. She needed to get him…
Setback! You have failed a Divine Resistance check. Would you like to—
…she needed to get him naked?
“Take off your pants,” she told him, her voice husky and full of need. Her eyelids were drooping and everything but Fletcher fuzzed to complete unimportance.
Fletcher forgot his Jesus Christ pose, blinked once, then stood and dropped his drawers.
She was close already. So close. She felt like she was about to have an orgasm all the way up to her scalp and down to the tips of her toes. Her baby’s father looked like a god himself.
“You too,” he said. “Take them off.”
Had she been wearing clothes? She’d find a pair of tan shorts later but couldn’t rember taking them off, let alone wearing them.
She was supposed to… help Fletcher?
Setback! You have failed a Divine Resistance check. Would—
Help Fletcher pump her full of that big tool.
She ca as soon as he put those glowing golden hands on her. She was already at the razor’s edge, shivering and ready, but his fingers slowly passing over her energized nipples one by one did the trick. She threw back her head and groaned loudly.
He kissed her, and divinity went into her mouth. She was kissing an angel. He was radiant with power and beauty and virility and purity.
“I need you…” she breathed. “…inside.”
***
Fletcher was having sex with a goddess. I had laid her down on the ground in the Elysian Fields, where all the grain swished in the slightest of breezes, and entered what was surely the most delectable, most perfect woman imaginable. She wrapped strong thighs around my waist and arms around my neck, kissing back and moaning for , while I made sweet love to her. Whoever this goddess was, she was surely the goddess of love and beauty. Her flaxen hair, her smooth and perfect skin in my hands, the size and shape of every inch of her, and especially the insides. She clamped on and yet was wet and slippery. These were all I could ever want or hope for in a woman. I would have an eternity of this, because surely this was so version of heaven.
Her enthusiasm and demands for more were exactly what I wanted.
I had her beneath for so long ti, bucking herself up at in order to get deeper inside. Pushing at my shoulder, I allowed her to roll over and tower above , hips rising and falling, gorgeous golden hair bouncing, her boobs in my hand. Eyes slowly closing, head falling back, she rode until we were both sweating from the exertion.
Distantly, sothing was happening. It didn’t matter. Only having this gorgeous angel milk for all I was worth mattered. I watched her impale herself on again and again, slled her arousal, listened to her call my na.
“Fletcher! Ohhhhhh Fletcher!”
I wanted to give this gorgeous transcendent creature everything I had. Thrusting up into her wasn’t enough. Another Fletcher appeared, from where, I couldn’t be sure, but the other kissed her, stroked her body, and whispered promises into her ear.
“I’m gonna have your baby,” she told . “I want an army of little Fletchers all swarming around . I know they’ll be so cute… and that ans you can’t ever stop putting, this, big, fat, cock in . I need you to keep filling , Fletcher. Fill up again.”
She was taking to heights of ecstasy I didn’t know were possible. I did as my goddess requested, pumping all my seed inside, even as second Fletcher ran our new hands all over her exquisite body.
I bent her forward so the original could continue kissing her and feeling her moan directly into my mouth. I nudged at her ass with my new cock and held her cheeks open with my other self’s hands. Neither of us could wait to have her both ways.
Sothing was happening. I couldn’t be sure what it was and it didn’t matter. I was hardening yet again thanks to Refractory Period, and Tara was pumping her ass back and forth in order to make fill her both front and back.
We spit roasted her after that, and I stared in incomprehension while she took my whole length down her throat, while I stared at her pussy straining against my girth.
Sothing… was happening…
I was in the middle of shooting a load down her throat and up into her at the sa ti when I failed my Divine Resistance check, and all went a blinding, impossible white.
***
Ivy had about the sa Divine Resistance level as Tara, which was to say not nearly enough. She made it into the area, and reached the place where the other expedition leader was standing with his cock out.
She failed her first Divine Resistance check. She couldn’t possibly know that The Lovers were manifesting a whole lot of power at that point, throwing it out in waves. They were attracting the Angellies and Glimrflies and Glowverns. That vast swarm of divine Nakamamon were descending on the town at this very mont and about to break through the sphere.
Ivy didn’t know that or see it. Her gaze fell on the Guardian, and she imdiately soaked through her panties.
She fell to her knees and began crawling toward him.
“Fuuuuuudge,” she growled. So distant part of her knew she not only hated this guy on principle, but she was about to cheat on Izzy. Her abilities and Tokens weren’t available to use. She was stripping off her clothes and licking her lips and watching this beautiful idiot continue to not even look at her.
And then the hot, overwhelming pressure causing her to leak down the inside of her leg, vanished.
Ivy stood, panties hanging off one ankle and wearing nothing but socks, manifested her shield, and spent several of her Tokens all at once. Then she bolted forward and shoulder checked the expedition leader with her five foot magical tower shield.
Now, Ivy had only done so attacking in practice sessions back in HQ before she and Isabelle got assigned to Fletcher’s team. They had done so shield bashes against training dummies, and they had done a few against other Guardians. Never against an unard target, even if that person was bracing for impact, never against an unaware, unard target, and never enhanced by Tokens.
The guy would survive, but it would be a close thing. He was launched off his feet, careened through the air, and ended up tumbling and skidding across one set of cobbles, one lawn, and he finally ca to rest among the bushes in front of a tree house.
“Get that shizz outta here,” she hissed. “I’m not cheating on Isabelle for that.”
Further on into the area—it wasn’t the area any longer—she found what she was looking for. Both Fletcher and Tara were lying in the backyard of a Nakamamon. Not five feet away from them was a god. Or two gods. Or two gods that were one god.
And at one point there were three of them?
The Lovers were busy mushing their blocky faces into one another, humping their suggestions of hips into one another, and generally looking like a moss-covered version of two people having sex. They were going at it, oblivious to anything around them, occasionally rolling this way or that. It hurt Ivy’s brain to watch, because they seed to be in missionary position one mont, and seed to be doing it doggystyle the next. No separation, no change of position, just two blissed out eyes staring at where its belly button would be, while the other slab of a head was buried on one shoulder. Then at one point there were three of them in a position Ivy knew well. Her brain hurt to see the double penetration though, because in one mont there were two, and the next a third set of limbs was there.
Fletcher, by comparison, lay nude and motionless on the grass with his arms and legs splayed out. Tara was also nude, but she had her head on Fletcher’s chest and was curled up asleep. Both were sweat soaked, and Ivy couldn’t help but glance between Tara’s legs.
“Yep,” she told herself. “Yep. You looked. You knew what would be there, but you looked anyway, you big dumb idiot.”
Her mouth was watering.
But since The Lovers were sohow healed up, and she wasn’t about to use so douchebag to get herself off, she didn’t bend down and lap up Fletcher’s seed and Tara’s girl juices from between her legs. She once again cursed the douchebag… if she’d been a minute earlier she would’ve had all kinds of plausible deniability when faced with Izzy.
“Oh fu…nkadelic.”
With one naked person over each shoulder, she trotted back the way she’d co.
***
I ca to, hearing a shriek, in the midst of a lot of Nakamamon all staring down at .
Oh, and I was naked.
Bolting upright only succeeded in bonking my head against Tara’s, since she was also in motion. She’d been the source of the shriek, though it soon turned to a mortified laugh, followed by full-throated laughter.
“What? What happened?”
Congratulations! You have successfully cured a divine being.
I blinked in confusion several tis. The UI ssage didn’t help, though the next notification helped out so.
[The Lovers] appreciates your efforts in saving it. You have been gifted the boon of knowledge. The progenitors of this system were once lovers themselves. [The Lovers] appreciate the efforts you and your mate Tara Harkonen made in helping Them to recall Their purpose. Your passionate display was a spicy inspiration to these humble gods. [The Lovers] comnds you and Ms. Harkonen, and will grant a secondary boon: that of fertility. You may mate with any creature and have a chance to successfully sire offspring. [The Lovers] has seen your effort and the difficulties you went through in crafting the cure, and has bestowed upon you 1 Durability. You gain 1 Durability Token.
“Boon of… fertility? Boon. Of. Fertility?” I face pald and groaned.
“Ohhh what does that an?” Tara asked, a broad grin on her pretty face.
“Nothing!”
I heard the scream coming before I saw her coming. I stood and was able to brace myself to have Cinzy fling herself into my arms. The gathered Nakamamon gave an appreciative ‘ooohhh’ as she wrapped her legs around and rained kisses down on my face.
Laughing, I pulled her back just a smidgen. “It’s good to see you too.”
She made a growling sound deep in her throat. “I can’t believe you’re not wearing any clothes. And I can’t believe you got busy with like a dozen of these… people.” I didn’t stop to correct her. These people were people, even if they weren’t human. She leaned forward, forehead touching mine. Grinning, she breathed, “You absolute slut.”
“Guilty,” I told her, returning her broad smile.
There’s sothing about having the most beautiful girl in the world in your arms, especially while you’re naked in public, and doubly especially while everyone is watching.
I used all of my Durability and my Stave Off skill to keep myself from getting an instant boner, and finding whether Cinzy had any panties on under this skirt. That would be so seriously unbecoming conduct. We were drifting pretty close to unbecoming conduct as it was.
“Would you two get a room, and have seriously satisfying sex?” Tara asked.
Glancing over to Tara was done out of re habit, but my mouth dropped open and I gaped at her. She looked to be most of the way towards childbirth.
This is Christopher wondering what kind of father he can possibly make.
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