Divinity Rescue Corps-Epilogue

Divinity Rescue Corps-Epilogue

The sun was heading towards the horizon now and picking up speed. Around this time every day, when the sun was getting around to this point, the way the light angled made the mana in the air shimmer with even more visible rainbow colors than normal. And from our position at this rooftop restaurant, the whole thing was on colorful display.
I scooped up another bite of the pasta-like thing that had been cooked up for us by a rare fire and plant aspect Nakamamon who knew their work.
“This is so good,” I muttered. I didn’t know what was in the greenish sauce, and I wasn’t sure what the chunks of vegetable were, or any of the chunks for that matter. It was lovely, and not only was I practically immune to poisons, I was also the hero of this city. Saxwhacket loved me. I could tell from the adoring glances I got from the waitstaff here, and also the pleased expression from the Nakamamon chef.
“How do you like it?” I asked.
Quivering and with tears threatening, April opened her mouth to respond, but shut it again. Both hands had the table in a white knuckle grip, and her eyes had unfocused. She was presently staring… at my left ear? Just beside my head? Was there something behind me? A look behind me showed nothing.
The fox girl was wearing a gold necklace with a small pendant of an arrow, crossed with the green frond of a plant of some kind. Below that, I could see a whole acre of cleavage before the flower patterned blouse covered her sizable bust. Cinzy had even pierced her ears and put in some tasteful small hoop earrings.
“Mm-hmm,” she agreed obliviously, even nodding.
“Are you all right?”
“Mm-hmm. Yeah.”
“Is my head rapidly transforming into a gigantic pus-filled blister?”
“Mm-hmm. That’s right.”
“April?”
Cinzy had painted her nails up, too, and not just painted, but applied tiny artistic flourishes to the painted nails. Several were white flowers, some were tiny fox tails, and some were pink flowers. Against the lavender nail polish it looked quite nice. Impressive even, since Nakamamon didn’t know what nail polish was and didn’t pain their nails ever before this moment.
April’s eyes cleared, but I still heard one strappy sandal tapping on the floor beneath her chair. “Huh?”
“What’s going on?”
“Hm? What do you mean? We are enjoying a nice meal and are chatting amiably.”
“We are indeed,” I said flatly.
I knew she was wearing a flowing soft pink blouse that went with the sky blue blouse and the flowers pretty well, and she had on white sandals Cinzy had procured somehow.
Another few minutes of watching April be super distracted was all I could take. I wiped my mouth and took a sip of some sweet wine that was green in color.
“April, talk to me. What’s wrong?”
She seemed to snap. One second she was gripping the sides of the table, and the next she slid her dish forward and leaned close. Pressing her boobs against the table had a distracting effect on the cleavage.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, and laughed in a way that felt a little unhinged. “What’s wrong, he says.”
I stood, slowly, and offered up my hand. “Whatever has you upset, let me apologize and take you back to the mansion.”
She stared at my hand, but when she took it, she pulled me down closer to her.
“I can’t stand up,” she whispered.
“What? Why not?”
A nervous look crossed her face. “I have… too much anticipation, Master.”
“What?”
She stood up on the opposite side of her chair, with her back to the restaurant’s wall. After her eyes flicked down and back up several times, I took a look at the chair, and saw it had a puddle in the middle.
Now I really looked at her. The skirt came to above the knees, and those knees were rubbing together back and forth, back and forth. I could see the wetness shining on the insides of her knees and also her calves. That wasn’t sweat… and she’d also gone to the bathroom before we came out here.
“Cover up with your tails,” I told her. “We’ll get a place in a jiffy, okay?”
“What’s a jiffy? Is it close?”
“Very close,” I told her.
Tucking her flower-filled tails behind her and between her legs, she came away from the table. The moment she took my hand, she froze and hunched over with a fretful expression.
I was about to ask, when Seduction told me she had just had an orgasm.
“Fletcher,” she grunted. “Let’s get to the jiffy. Please.”
She clung to one arm with all nine of her tails flattened behind her like an extra skirt. We left the restaurant on unsteady legs.
“What’s triggering this?” I asked.
“What do you mean?” She hissed. “You told me you were going to mate with me tonight.”
I waited for more, but that was it. We’d discussed finally making time to get some Fletcher up in her, and that time was now. Apparently, the closer we got to doing the deed, the more worked up she got.
“You had me really worried there,” I told her. “I’m glad there’s nothing seriously wrong with you.”
We approached a house nearby ringed by an ivy-covered brick wall, with a door to allow entry to the property. I opened the door and escorted April inside. She promptly sagged against the wall beside the door, moaning, leg’s spread wide and eyes closed.
“Oh, not here,” I told her. After the storage room door closed, Fletcher III opened it in a completely different place. This was another stone door, carved into the side of a mountain by Trent, leading out onto a wide, grassy ledge.
Fletcher III wasn’t there, flitting away with Poppy back towards the city.
“What’s this?” She asked. “I thought…”
“What? That I’d just shove it inside you? No, the dinner was to get you in the mood.” I tapped my chin in thought. “Apparently that wasn’t as important as I thought.”
I led her slowly towards the picnic blanket, the basket, the candles already lit and flickering on the nearby rocks. Glimmerflies were out, twinkling with holy light in the waning sunlight.
“Do you like it?” I asked.
“It’s… wonderful,” she sobbed. “I… Master, do you not want me?”
“Of course I do. I’m going to mate with you so long and so hard. But anticipation is half of mating.”
She froze, sniffling. “I-it is?”
I smiled a more predatory smile and stepped forward. “So when I do this—“ I slid one hand up her slippery thigh and pressed my fingers against her hot, wet slit. “—it’s super effective.”
It was. She cried out and her knees buckled. Another little orgasm shuddered through her. She slumped against me, and when I put two fingers into her it was like dipping them into warm water. I brought them up to my lips and made her watch as I licked them clean.
“You taste so good,” I whispered.
Now she fell to her knees, pawing at my clothes. She had zero experience getting them off, and was soon whining and making frustrated noises. I helped her, and kicked them off gingerly. She wasn’t interested in getting me naked, only getting me into her mouth. She slurped up the whole hardening member and hummed contentedly. All the tension went out of her body once she started blowing me.
It was like she was built for just this activity. She held to my thighs and pumped back and forth, accommodating my whole cock even as it grew harder, and harder still. She relaxed her throat, a feat none of the humans had been able to imitate. Eventually, her eyes opened and settled on mine. Taking my hands in hers, she guided them to the large fox ears sticking out of the top of her head.
“Mmm,” she hummed, and her eyes fluttered closed again in ecstasy. Seduction informed me she was in the midst of yet another climax. I’d barely touched her. Her ears were an erogenous zone then.
An experimental rub made her groan louder, and pump back and forth into the depths of her throat all the faster. Two thumbs rubbing at the soft skin just inside her ears brought her ecstasy like none of the other girls had ever felt. It only seemed to make her blowjob skills even more formidable.
She was going to bring me off this fast… with only her mouth?
She didn’t need Adaptability via Pheromones to drive me wild. She did, however, move her hands to assist, kneading at my balls and at the base of my shaft. Even while her tongue swirled around me each time she pulled away.
She caught me staring and grinned with my cock in her mouth.
“I love this,” she said, before slurping it back in.
“Not as much as I do,” I told her, but that might not be true given the way she was working on her third climax.
I gave up and let her work, fully enjoying the pleasure and occasionally stroking her ears to keep her arousal up. She was incredibly talented, and I couldn’t help but groan that I was going to fill her mouth.
“That’s right,” she told me in a sultry voice. “Mate with April.”
I couldn’t tell her that wasn’t what was happening, because I came deep down her throat. She gagged for the first time, before pulling back and taking the next several blasts in her mouth. Finally, she pulled off and closed her eyes, so I could paint her gorgeous face.
“Ahhh,” she said, and licked around her lips. I couldn’t help but fall in love with the adorable creature just a little bit more.
“April,” I told her, kneeling down. “I have good news and bad news.”
“Hm?” She was busy wiping herself down and slurping up everything on her face.
“Mating happens differently than that…”
Her face fell.
“But that was amazing. Simply amazing. You have some kind of special gift.”
Now she was back to light and sparkles and grins.
“What you need to do is get this,” I hefted my semi-hard cock up, “and put it in this special spot down here.” And reached down to lightly brush against her mound. Her breath caught again.
Which was how, not five minutes later, she was on her hands and knees with a load of flowery tails directly in my face and her elbows already buckling. Her pussy welcomed me in like an old friend, warm and inviting. It wasn’t long before I had her by the hips and was pounding away.
“The real… question…” I said, in between thrusts. “Is about… offspring.”
“Yes!” she cried. “Offspring!”
Her fearless affirmation almost set me off again, but I wanted to really make this unforgettable for her. My Seduction skill had several suggestions, and I took them. Stroking the flower petals set her to crying out loudly, while stroking her tails set her off completely. She lost her balance and slowly lowered down to the picnic blanket in a boneless heap, while I continued pounding away. She came, and the first time that happened, powerful muscles started milking my cock. I was powerless to do anything but explode again, and I came hard.
What was she doing to me?
April helped me fail my Stave Off check another two times over the next two hours. She breathlessly asked if we had mated, and when I told her it might take a few times to make sure the seed was truly sown, she mounted me and rode me in the light of two moons.
Smiling down at me, with her hips rising and falling, hands on my knees for balance, she was like a goddess. I could see every bit of what was happening between her thighs, and the sight of it made the next climax build.
“You’re going to stay with us, right Master?” she asked.
“That’s right,” I told her. There was no conflict, no indecision. I could visit my mother, or have my family come visit me. These women had all accepted that they would birth my children, and in some cases the idea of it set them off in shudders of orgasmic bliss.
“Will they be humans or Nakamamon?” she asked, with one hand drifting down to her tummy.
“It doesn’t matter,” I told her. “I’ll love them all the same.”
She giggled in delight. “Oh, Master, you don’t have to sweet talk me.”
I thought about Celine, and how I’d left her covered in my seed just the other night. She could indeed climax without me calling her filthy names, but being called ‘slut’ and ‘cum dump’ really made her lose her mind. I thought about Chrysta and Buttercup, and how working my Adaptability to become more like them had resulted in some really nasty scenes. Buttercup especially liked the dirty talk when she was fully in her dark aspect.
She paused and slowly sank down on me, then put those internal muscles to work. I clenched my whole body, and tried my best, but it was no good; the climax was inevitable, and all of it went inside her. Finally, April slumped down onto me, her bountiful breasts squishing into my chest, and sighed.
“Will the children visit your world?” she asked.
Vellenia’s offspring had been Nakamamon, but they had also taken a short trip with me through the portal and had looked exactly like human babies. They still radiated a hint of magic, and that meant they weren’t going to be venturing far from the portal for at least a year.
“Yes,” I told her. “I’ll show them everything I can.”
The Agency was folding itself into a completely different entity now. It was billing itself as a specialty cure-all clinic. They had made Dick Johnson the head of the whole thing, and he was working on a program to discern which of the people he would have recruited would end up being Healers.
Essentially, all the other classes were done, especially the Rogues, Rangers, and Guardians. All of the ones who wanted to stay were being put through a rigorous screening process. Some had fled out into the hinterlands and away from the portal, while another few had voluntarily given up Agency employ altogether after generous offers of severance packages. My people were staying, of course.
Of course.
Drat, Alan and Trent all had girlfriends or were building their own budding harems like me. They had all stared jealously at the affection I was getting, and nervously at all the kids I’d helped bring into the world over the last few weeks. Alan had taken Larelle to his bed, somehow. Trent was building out the portal area into the clinic, constantly expanding and reshaping it to my specifications.
The second week after we’d been using it, half the mountain had detached and just floated off. We’d all just stopped and stared as it collided with the HQ castle, sent everything spinning wildly out of control for a short time, and caused a lot of people to throw up.
I cuddled with April in the dark, while Fletcher II and III did their other tasks. Some of those tasks included assisting with the children, but Fletcher III had Jacoby this evening, and she was quite pent up. Just now she was in the shower with the me clone, soaping me up and lavishing praise on me. We’d sleep with Celine as well, and anyone else who ended up wandering in and wanting to sleep in the large bed. Jacoby didn’t like sharing me, but seeing three of me around the place convinced her that I was not a normal person and this was not a normal set of circumstances. Plus, this wasn’t earth.
Fletcher II looked around at the serious amount of babies being cuddled by Airaconda, Tweedle Dee, Shakindria and the girls, and used a bit of concentration to get Poppy to become human-sized.
“Let’s go to bed,” he said.
“But I helped you set up all the picnic stuff!” she whined. “Doesn’t Poppy deserve a reward?”
Fletcher III leveled a flat glare her way. “What kind of reward?”
She clasped her hands together and attempted to look cute and innocent. “I was thinking, what if the reward was something simple and pleasant, like, I don’t know, um, like… cock?”
I had intended for there to be a book 6, but I started to run into a very weird problem I’ve now run into twice before… or rather several.
One, the cast started to grow out of control.
Two, I couldn’t think of weird and inventive adult content that would keep me horny and excited. And if I wasn’t doing it for myself, I doubted it would work for you.
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the trials and travails of Christopher Fletcher. I enjoyed his journey a lot, the girls, the challenge of making healing interesting, the challenge of having a non-combat world, and the utter strangeness of doing a book with ‘monster training’… the adult way.
I’ll probably do another monster companion or monster training series, with or without adult content. This one was focused very differently than I thought it would go, and I mean that in a good way. I wanted more monster girls and monster girl adult content. We got there eventually, but first we had a whole lot of human spicy scenes.
Sometimes you plan a book, and the book goes off in a direction you hadn’t anticipated. Or rather, every time you plan a book, it goes off in a direction you hadn’t anticipated.
Like the other two series(es), this is by no means the permanent end. If there’s strong response from readers, I can pick it back up, but I hardly make enough money to live with my regular job. I really, actually, don’t. But this side gig of being a writer will hopefully one day also pay for itself plus. When that day comes, I’ll head back to Dorfilialtos and we can see what a half-human, half-Nakamamon child looks like… a half-Marshin, a half-Mystixie, a half-Mindela, a half-Injecticle, a half-Defrit, and every other kind Fletcher ends up seducing along his journeys.
Until that day comes, I thank you ever so much for joining me on the journey. I love writing, and I love knowing that people are reading. Feel free to drop me an email. Every time it happens it makes my day.
Yours,
-Nolan Locke

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