Divinity Rescue Corps-222- The Inside Of A Demon

Divinity Rescue Corps-222- The Inside Of A Demon

You know in all the movies where the character goes sailing across the room in slow motion, eyes wide and taking in every single speck of the situation while they careen off the cliff or out the window or wherever they end up careening? That is not supported by facts.
On the other hand, I had a whole lot of Ingenuity, and a whole lot of Ingenuity Tokens left, and in the split second it took for me to fly from my workstation over to the wall, I plainly saw a wild-eyed, foaming-mouthed Druid beginning to cackle.
I also saw a spot of darkness with two purple eyes. But it was all very blurry.
Buttercup was there to absorb my entire body intoj herself. For a moment I was surrounded by a fetid jungle heat and humidity, slimy tentacles and mouths and things writhing all around me, and a low horrible chuckle that inspired dread. Then I was plucked out of that and set on my feet at the workstation.
“I will require another of your psychic massages,” Buttercup said, as Jocinda registered her presence.
“No!” Jocinda shrieked. “No! You shouldn’t be here! There shouldn’t be any evil Nakamamon! It’s unnatural!”
“Tell that to Claudius,” Buttercup told her. “That man wanted a bringer of doom and sower of chaos. He got me.”
Buttercup was on Jocinda in a heartbeat, even before the UI told me that I was making the final checks of my cure more difficult by pausing in my duties.
“Don’t touch me!” Jocinda’s terror was evident. Her eyes were wild, but I couldn’t see her long. The thing that covered her over was dark in aspect and appetites. It swelled to take up half the space in the room, casually swatting aside plants that grew at Jocinda’s command. Anything Buttercup touched now withered and blackened. Buttercup was hunched and formless and slavering with hunger to do wrongs. She already had Jocinda clasped in too many arms that themselves had too many joints and fingers. I could only make out Jocinda’s shoulders and head sticking out of whatever Buttercup was pulling her into.
Then the Druid was gone, and the horrific demon being once again had the proportions of an Asian girl doing cosplay.
“Where did you put her?” I asked.
“Your portal to earth is beneath a mountain; I put her there. I asked an associate of mine to pitch her through the portal,” Buttercup said, again grinning. Without the eyes that see true, I couldn’t make out the toothy triangular grin, but boy could I hear it in her words. “But the experience of getting there was as unpleasant as I could make it.”
I had glimpsed the HR Geiger-esque horror that was her portal system. It was awful, and I hoped to have a dark aspect bond mate if I ever wanted to go back.
“I have to thank you,” I said. “You’ve helped me out quite a bit.”
“You helped me far more,” she said, drawing near. Her eyes glowed with more pink than purple, making them magenta, and in the light here I could make out a bit of her dark features.
“I know this is going to be a strange request, but—”
She draped one leg over my waist and drew her bladed tutu back, or turned it into regular fabric or something. One arm snaked around my neck. “I wish to have carnal relations with you, Healer. Having you inside me so briefly just now has inflamed my desires.”
“Oh,” I said, unsettled and more than a little turned on. So… the inside of her… was like a xenomorph nest. That was… cool. Cool cool.
Her voice grew sultry. “I know your human desires do not run to disembowelment, the insertion of hooks or the flaying of skin, but I wish to do all those things with you, Christopher Fletcher. And I wish you to do all of them to me.”
“Um… good.”
“A lot.” And she then went on to tell me how she would carve the skin from my muscles, and stitch it to herself, so we could be together, and wrap herself up in a muffler made of my guts, because she felt such affection for me.
“Great. Yeah. Scarf made of intestines. I’m, uh, down for that.”
“You are not being truthful,” she said.
“You’re yanking my chain, aren’t you?” I asked.
Her mouth was rubbing against my ear. She breathed, almost inaudibly, “Try me.”
Instead, I created a clone and soon had her wrapped around Fletcher III’s body while I used Pheromones to give her Adaptability, and sap some of the demonic darkness out of her, if only for long enough to make sure I didn’t get my skin flayed off and end up attached to a bunch of hooks in some hellscape, equating pleasure with pain for all eternity.
“Ohhhhhh,” she said, in a different tone of voice, while the infernal evil receded and left her with recognizable features, eyes you could see, and an expression of lust that was unmistakable. “That’s better.”
She wrapped her arms around my neck and went up on tiptoes to nuzzle my neck, the whole time muttering her thanks.
“That’s my pleasure,” I told her. I didn’t bother telling her that ‘freedom was an inherent right to all sentient beings’ or anything like that. Instead I kissed the top of her head and looped my arms around her waist. “Now, come on, let’s go give you one of those massages, but for real this time.”
“Oh, you can do them for real?” she asked.
I stopped, smirking. “Everything I showed you from my world comes from a real thing in my world.”
“But you are not dark aspect…” she said.
“What?”
“Why would you want to reside amongst all the spiderwebs and accumulated dirt in your subterranean room, if you were not dark aspect?” Then her grin grew and she started chuckling at her own joke.
“Oh, somebody’s going to get a tickle-filled massage,” I promised.
“Is that a special type of massage then?”
“Just you wait,” I told her, and hoisted her up by the butt. She looped her legs around my waist and I walked us toward the nearest door.
***
Cinzy had been begging me to stop being weird and to help her with the baby for some time now. Maybe ten minutes had passed between Jocinda’s arrival and Buttercup shoving her through the worst kind of portal imaginable, but they were long and painful ones for Cinzy.
So when I suddenly came to and tried to give her a reassuring smile, she yelped and backed away. I had to dart forward and catch her from falling down, and also save myself from disincorporating. A Fletcher who wasn’t making ‘intimate contact’ with one of the girls wasn’t a Fletcher at all.
“We’ve got her,” Ivy and Isabelle said.
“We’ve got you,” Regina said, and hefted me under the armpits, while also giving me a cute kiss on the cheek.
I sagged in her arms, while Ivy and Isabelle started calling for help from the natives. Regina chuckled at me and whispered in my ear, “You’d better deliver this one perfectly too, big boy, because I’m maybe a day behind her.”
I turned to find that she looked to be six or seven months along as well.
“Where did you—“
They had all been released by Buttercup in the few minutes between being freed herself, and Jocinda trying to kill me.
“Your new girlfriend is fast,” Regina said.
“Fast indeed,” I told her. I already had Buttercup’s slinky dress and spiky tutu off her, and was kneading her hamstring on the bed, and she was practically begging me to put my fingers between her legs.
“You okay?”
“I’ll be fine,” I said. “I need to go deliver my second child though, or else I’ll be in deep shirt.”
Regina and the beautiful girl girl couple had set Cinzy on a large couch that appeared to be made of raspberry jelly. It was nice and squishy, and just the color you’d like in this kind of situation, the kind that wouldn’t stain too badly from blood. Not that there would be a lot, but births have always been and continue to be tricky.
Oddly, we were faced with a confused Dick Johnson. He had been taken captive by the Agency people and ‘treated’ to their ‘hospitality’ with strong air quotes over both. He wasn’t the worse for wear, but he was confused.
“I need to get back to the portal,” he said.
“Do you?” I asked.
“The Agency is all about potentially using the portal room as a sort of magical healing clinic.”
“I’m listening,” I told him.
“There’s a pretty famous er who’s putting pressure on the Agency to cure her cancer.”
I gave him a broad smile. “Magnificent. I mean, that’s not… I’m sorry she’s got cancer, obviously.”
The girls and I had had a brief hugging session: Ivy, Isabelle, Chrysta, Larelle, Regina, Tara, Celine, Shakindria, and all the adorable bond mates: Tweedle Dee, Fairy Poppins, Airaconda, and Muppin were all given pats and scritches before everyone split up and went their separate ways. Dick Johnson watched in confusion and some interest, but didn’t say anything.
Upon learning that all the Agency people had been locked up in the HQ, the girls told me they were going to be heading over there to ensure everything went well. If they got out, and if they got their hands on Trent, things could get ugly. Tara mounted her bond mate and sped off with Shakindria and Chrysta in tow. Shakindria immediately used her Telekinesis to bring Dick Johnson with her.
“Okay,” I said, cracking my knuckles and shaking out my hands. “Let’s go have a baby… and cure cancer. At the same time.” I looked askance at the ladies who were left. “While having sex,” I muttered.
This was how, nearly two hours later, I grinned at the tiny
ding
that went off in my head, and I learned that I’d gained a level as a Healer.
This is Christopher about to rock this shirt.
***
“It’s a boy,” I told Buttercup.
“What are you… your spawn?” she asked.
“That’s correct,” I told her. I’d just helped Cinzy through an uncomplicated pregnancy, using my healing aura and my mental soothing aura to keep her from freaking out, and to help with the pain. My ability to see chakras allowed me to help maneuver the baby into the right position, and magic allowed everyone involved to make their skill checks. Cinzy managed to push out a healthy baby boy, who she literally named Jiminyjangles, or Jimmy for short. He certainly was loud like his father, though he had a mop of golden hair like his mother.
All natives and remaining Divinity Rescue Corps members lost their minds over Lil Fletcher.
I turned my attention back to the other other matter at hand, taking care of Buttercup the demon incarnate.
Her eyes rolled back in her head and she arched her back, lifting her butt up off the bed of my storage room with a sigh of surprise and bliss. I had two fingers inside her and they were massaging the tiny bump I reached with ease. With my stats the way they were, it wasn’t tiring to massage her sensitive inner walls for a good ten minutes. My Seduction skill had told me when I needed to back off, but Buttercup wasn’t having it. With two hands wrapped around my wrist, she loudly demanded to cum again.
I obliged her.
She came down off the high of her orgasm slowly, shuddering and jerking and making the cutest noises a bringer of doom was capable of making.
“You know,” I told her, directly in her ear. “There is a practice my people call fisting.”
“This sounds very agreeable. Does it involve putting your fist through your opponent?”
“It involves putting my fist into my partner,” I amended gently, and slid a third finger into her, before adding a fourth.
“Ohhhhh,” was her only response.
“Some women aren’t capable of handling the whole fist, but some really enjoy the mix of pain and pleasure. That sounds right up your… alley.” I added the fourth finger, then slowly forced my whole hand inside her.
I was not wrong to imagine she would be a masochist. She took the fisting well, and didn’t even flinch or call foul when I pushed a thumb into her backside. Another three minutes of pumping my hand in and out of her gave me yet another climax, and Buttercup finally flopping onto the bed.
“I cannot,” she told me. “The massage is complete, yes?”
“Oh, no,” I told her, and this time climbed between her thighs with my cock swinging like a club. “I just wanted to prep you for the main event. The interior massage isn’t complete until you get this done.”
“That… is larger than your fist,” she said.
Untouched by Adaptability, it really looked wrong on my frame, obscene even.
“It will hurt,” she added.
“It might,” I said.
“Then give it to me,” she commanded. “I wish for a punishing interior massage. Hurt me, Healer.”
One punishing interior massage coming right up, I thought.
Twenty minutes later, I was rapidly approaching the point of no return. The bed hadn’t squeaked before Buttercup and I put it through its paces. Several times, she had roared with the force of rippling ecstasy coursing through her body, and lost her feminine shape all together. Then, I ignored the wriggling mass of tentacles and terror by merely shutting my eyes.
So that was what a particularly strong climax did to her. I leaned down and stared into her eyes while pumping away.
“If I cum inside you, you might end up with child,” I breathed.
“Nnnn… really?”
“I’m… close…” I hissed.
“Yes, Healer!”
It was wildly irresponsible. She was practically a deity. She was dark and powerful and strange.
I did it anyway. With a shout, every muscle in my body tensed and I shoved deeply inside this seductive dark creature. I came… a lot, pouring tons up inside her while she wrapped me up in her arms and legs and stared up at the ceiling.
Then, afterwards, we did it again. This time she sat on me and rode me like she was in a rodeo, slamming down onto me and impaling herself on my full length again and again. She even kissed me, which led to her tongues getting in my mouth and rubbing around in there. I had tongues of my own though, through Adaptability, and intertwining hers with mine sent her into a sexual frenzy of incredible intensity.
“The chance of getting your child in me… increases if I get more of your seed?” She asked.
“Yes,” I panted.
“Seed me again, Healer,” she demanded. “My species do not sire children, nor lay eggs.”
“How?” I asked, then immediately regretted it. Once a Defrit became too powerful, part of the mind staged a rebellion and tore itself away from the rest of the body, taking some of the body with it. In most cases the host body would simply track down the fledgling and kill it, but most times the rebellion and the ripping apart came at a time of weakness, and the process wasn’t kind to the original.
Bearing my child sounded a whole lot better than that. With that in mind, I grabbed her by the slim hips and pulled her down as I thrust upward. Soon enough, the super wrongness of the situation and the incredible feeling of her dark insides ended with me seeding her yet again. Then a third time about an hour later, with her crushed up against one wall while I railed her from behind.
***
Healer level 43 didn’t come as soon as I would’ve liked, but I couldn’t complain about having more ammo in the arsenal to finish up this cancer cure.
With my levels stocked up off my Healer level up, and the
Post-Sharing Clarity
bonus, I went into the last Develop Cure check with far more skill levels than I’d ever imagined having. After using Affinity Tokens to refresh all my other Tokens, I then dumped all 10 Ingenuity and all 8 Free Tokens into the last skill check, to reduce the difficulty by 6.
It was enough. I made the check with 43 successes, by far the most I’d ever had in my short career as a Healer. Both my clones immediately sagged with triumph.
This is Christopher, doing it.

222- The Inside Of A Demon