She was just about four feet tall, and pretty, if you could get over the needle-like spines in the dozens of tentacles she had in place of hair, or the sickly, poisonous yellow eyes. Her skin seemed to drip with venom or poison or toxins of some sort.

In the next moment, Jacoby slumped to the floor, Celine screamed, I muttered, “Injecticle?” and Vellenia pulled the spine out of the back of Jacoby’s neck.

Like every other wild Nakamamon, the Injecticle had no clothes on, and instead stood there in all her purple and yellow glory. To be fair, she didn’t have nipples or genitalia showing, either. She shifted her weight onto the balls of delicate little feet, seeming confused, before fading into the shadows and disappearing up the stairs of the little house we’d commandeered. I ended up saying, “Wait!” after she’d already gone.

The way she moved was fascinating too: she bounded around on her feet, while the tentacles acted as long upper arms, just like a gorilla. A series of rapid fire thumps followed, and when I checked on the stairwell, I found almost a dozen spines embedded in the walls. She’d used her tentacles to ascend rapidly, and had left them behind like shark’s teeth. The toothpicks gleamed with dangerous poisonous stuff.

“Fletcher?” Vellenia called.

Sheep dip. I headed back down and started working up an antidote.

“You’re all right,” I told Celine, and Jacoby, and also a visibly shaken Vellenia. “Everything’s going to be okay.”

One dose of Mending Aura along with Healer’s Resistance brought color back into Jacoby’s skin, and stopped her lips from turning blue. The UI identified a powerful toxin in her blood, called Heartstopper. It would be fatal, since it was both powerful and long lasting, without an antidote.

Luckily we had a Healer on staff. My abilities counteracted and diluted Heartstopper, allowing Jacoby’s heart to start back up, but my abilities weren’t built to simply counteract every illness completely. I still needed to do the work and save her.

Unluckily, we also had a series of fighting aspects to contend with, and not a whole lot of time to contend with them before they fully went over.

Her eyes fluttered open.

“Fletcher,” she croaked. “What—”

“You were poisoned by a Nakamamon…” Who had been trying to protect me, I thought. The one I’d saved from the swamp, the one who had probably also saved me from detection when the Agency guys came looking the other night. “…but I used my abilities on you. I still have to make up an antidote but you’ll survive.”

“How long?”

“Long enough for me to get an antidote ready. A week before my abilities stop really working and this poison stops your heart for good.”

“The patients,” she rasped. “The fighters. Them first.”

I frowned, but she kept insisting. She ended up getting up and facing Celine. A serious look passed between them, followed by Jacoby slowly making her way out of my little house. She was going to get put into a time stasis circle by the Wizards, I would later learn.

Leaving me alone with a petite and mortified young Wizard who looked even younger.

Turning and gathering up the various ingredients, I told Celine that I was about to begin a multi-hour process of preparing, mixing, heating, stirring, and infusing with mana.

Celine dutifully pushed her glasses up on her face and started paying close attention. Then she began taking scrupulous notes.

And soon enough, it was time to swap some abilities, and by that I mean swap some fluids.

***

Celine was visibly shaking in my bedroom as she began to undress. She was so petite it seemed like I was doing a bad thing right now. For now, as much as I wanted to approach and lay my hands on her shoulders, and slowly slip the cardigan sweater off them and onto the floor, I held back.

The Seduction skill told me she wasn’t ready, an instinct in the back of my head, an assessment I fully agreed with.

She looked so cute, so unassuming. This was no fierce warrior woman in Ivy, or even a cutesy, busty, incongruously strong beauty like Isabelle. She wasn’t an adorable and insatiable redhead, that was for sure. This was definitely a girl next door: curtain of silky brown hair down to mid back, standing indecisively and tucking that hair behind one ear. Cute button nose and scholarly spectacles.

“You’re allowed to opt out,” I told her gently from the doorway.

“I know,” she responded.

“She didn’t force you to do this, did she?”

“Could you do me a favor?” she asked quietly. She took a deep, steadying breath and pulled her powder blue t-shirt off, then paused to unclip her bra. After that, the jeans puddled on the floor, leaving her in just a pair of very lacy underwear, thigh high fishnet stockings and lots of pale skin.

You’re doing Jacoby a favor, I thought. Instead, I said, “Of course.”

I expected her to tell me to be gentle, or go very slowly, but she surprised me. This petite girl with big glasses turned to me and with a perfectly serious expression asked, “Can you tell me I’m your whore?”

“Uh…”

“You can also call me a slut,” she said, and reached for her stockings.

“Leave those on,” I said, then as an afterthought, added, “slut.”

She shivered and her breath caught, but she obeyed. I could almost feel her arousal spike at the word.

“Take off your panties, whore,” I told her, and stepped into the room, “and make sure you show me everything. Absolutely everything.”

She bent at the waist, slipping the panties down over her butt and showing me absolutely everything. She’d shaved completely, something only Cinzy had done. Her lower lips already gleamed with wetness.

“Spread yourself out for me,” I said.

And this is how I got a woman to grab a nice round, pale butt cheek in each hand and pull so I couldn’t just see what she had going on, but absolutely everything. She was pink and perfect, and already gleamed with wetness.

“Have you ever had your whore pussy licked?” I asked quietly.

“N-no,” she said shakily, “I mean… not really.” And I’m sure she would’ve fallen on her face if I hadn’t grabbed onto her hips when going down on her.

Now, my Pleasure Seeker abilities worked best on people with whom I had stronger relationships, so I didn’t spend the Token to boost pleasure. I did have a supernaturally long, broad, and strong tongue though. I could slide it all the way down deep, or work her clit over while massaging her slit. Both worked on Vellenia, though the human members of my little harem had their preferences. Ivy liked my cock, and she definitely liked me drilling my tongue down in deep. Isabelle liked the pressure of the whole thing rubbing over the whole exterior, with attention paid to her button. Cinzy didn’t want me down there, since she was submissive, but she came like crazy when I had a finger in her back door while tonguing her.

I helped Celine slowly sink to the floor with her ass up and her sweet pussy in my mouth. She started mewling and gasping immediately, and by the end she was drooling on the floor with her eyes rolled back in her head. She especially loved to have the button on the inner wall licked. The Seduction skill lit up her g-spot for me as soon as I located it.

Her orgasm could’ve taken a minute or ten minutes. It didn’t matter to me. Time vanished. She tasted clean and fresh, and her bald mound was a special treat against my tongue.

After that happened, I spent the Token to bring her into the fold and grant her power. This coincided with me placing my cock at her entrance and slowly forcing myself inside her.

She was almost as tight as Poppy had been on our first time. I knew I was causing her some pain, but I turned down the Adaptability offer to accommodate her small size. Instead I slowly worked the head in, and then inch by inch got myself up in her guts.

It was like I’d gotten all the way to the back of her throat. She could barely breathe, and clawed at the floor while gasping, eyes agog. I bent down over her slight frame and whispered directly in her ear.

“You’re going to take my cock, whore, and you’re going to like it. Nod if you understand me.”

Her head fell and nearly bonked on the floor, then rose again. Now, since getting my Physicality to 7, I was something of a perfect physical specimen. I now had muscles and that hourglass shape bodybuilders go for, though I wasn’t a chiseled slab with the clearly defined ab muscles. I had them, and Celine’s eyes would be glued to them for another good hour or two.

Her mouth worked wordlessly, and I slowly pulled out before sliding all the way in.

Celine, by contrast, had barely any boobs to speak of, long, straight mousy brown hair, no jewelry, nothing except her glasses and a vacant look on her face.

She went through another period of making silent faces before arching her back and climaxing again some few minutes later.

I rolled her onto her back and found she wasn’t just a complete expanse of pale skin. I wouldn’t have seen it, except I put one of her legs up on my shoulder and the the stocking rode up just a smidgen. Someone had tattooed ‘daddy’s little whore’ on the inside of her thigh in small, simple letters.

Well.

“I’ve barely gotten going, slut,” I told her seriously. “You going to just cum every time I stroke in and out of you?”

Her eyes fluttered and she did another of those sloppy nods. I took her arms in hand, got down in front of her face, and began actually giving her the business. Long, powerful strokes that made her yelp. Gods, but she gripped me tight, even as she flooded with wetness. She tried moving, and her eyes shot open when she failed to dislodge her wrist from my grip.

“You going to call me daddy?” I breathed.

Her eyes snapped open, darted down toward her tattoo, but didn’t remain open for long. They rolled back in her head a moment later. Another orgasm struck a good three minutes after that. She tensed up and then got real loud, moaning like she’d never experienced anything like this, like she was in pain.

I paused. “Hm? You ready to call me daddy, whore?”

“Yes, daddy,” she whispered, barely audible.

“What does daddy’s little whore want?”

“To please daddy.”

“And that means I can use my whore however I want?”

She bit her lip, and nodded.

The pleasure of her act and the size difference was intoxicating. “You want daddy to cover you in cum?” I never slowed or stopped, but continued to saw away and her incredible pussy.

“Yesssss,” she hissed. The glasses and the stockings were really doing it for me.

“You want daddy to breed you?”

“Oh my God,” she breathed, and a mini-orgasm shivered through her.

“Or you want daddy to put this big cock in your ass?”

“Oh my God, oh my God,” she mumbled over and over, while I kept right on giving it to her. In and out, in and out, while she ramped up to yet another heady climax.

“You know, I can do both,” I told her. “I can make another Fletcher and fuck your little whore ass right here, right now. I can double penetrate you, give you two huge, hot loads at the same time.”

“Fuh… fuck me daddy, fuck me daddy…” I was doing just that, but another few seconds of later another climax tore through her body.

After this, I tossed her on the bed and entered her from behind, then covered her body entirely with mine. She was so, so small. She told me I was so deep, it was so good, that she was a whore and a slut. I kept asking her what she wanted, but she only moaned and came. Afterwards we went on our sides and I kept right on pounding at her. 

“I’ll have to stop,” I told her eventually.

“Huh?” Through the haze of constant orgasms, the word got through. I didn’t stop, of course. There was no way for me to stop with this girl. I didn’t know what it was about her, but it was probably the complete contradictions. At least Cinzy looked like a bimbo and kind of acted like one.

“Whore has to tell me what she wants,” I said, and placed a thumb at her back door. “Does she want daddy in her ass? Does she want it dripping off her face? Or deep inside?”

I made my second, more difficult Stave Off check against the incredible pleasure. I could have her in my bed every single day and feel lucky.

“Ohhhh,” she said.

“Tell me, slut,” I growled.

“I… can’t.”

The rhythmic slap, slap, slap of flesh on flesh stopped.

“Noooo…” She started shoving herself back at me, and for a while I let her. It was so nice watching her work for it. Raising her other leg gave me the hint of another tattoo. Maneuvering her back into missionary showed me the words inscribed on the inside of her other thigh. ’cum dump.’ I put both feet on my shoulders and ran my fingers over the strange texture of the fishnet stockings. They would have to be made of something other than nylon to exist here.

“Tell me,” I commanded.

She tried arching her back to get me further inside, but I held her hips. She tried grinding but I stopped that as well.

Finally she relented, eyes closed. “I want... I w-want daddy… to use his whore. Cum all over me.”

This was what I’d bought a few levels of Load for. Celine came another final time before I got to another Stave Off check and gave in instead of fighting it. She felt so good, looked so good, sounded so good, tasted so good I didn’t want to ever stop, but we had work to do.

I blasted her, and she wriggled down in order to get several ropes all over her face. Her face got a look of pure bliss as she massaged it all into the skin of her little boobs, her stomach and chest, all over. She even got some and used it to masturbate, and gave herself one last little orgasm.

“Did whore do a good job, daddy?” she asked in a tiny voice.

“My whore did an amazing job.”

She cooed in appreciation.

After we cleaned up, there was quite a lot of cuddling to do. Although time was tight, it was important to make her feel wanted and needed. Something had happened to this girl before she came to this world, and much like the rest of the Divinity Rescue Corps, that something was traumatic and possibly brutal.

I kissed her forehead, and realized that was the first time I kissed her at all. She brought her lips up to meet mine and for a good long time, we kissed softly in my bed.

“Thank you,” she breathed.

“You’re welcome,” I said. “If you want to talk about it… I’m happy to listen. 

“Talk about what?” she asked.

“It’s all right,” I said. “I had some serious bone problems, couldn’t walk a long way without giving myself some serious pain, and couldn’t run at all. It led to me developing a smaller frame than other kids. There was a little pity, but there was also a lot of callous disregard. And it didn’t help that my sister wanted attention from my parents… and it was worse when she got that attention from scumbag boyfriends instead, got pregnant, and had a kid. It super didn’t help when my mom got cancer.”

“Oh geez.”

“Everybody’s got stuff going on,” I told her, “but you’re not under any obligation to share yours. Just know that Vellenia is an excellent listener, and I’m not so bad either.”

For a long time, she just traced over the muscles in my chest with her index finger, and breathed onto my collar bone.

“My dad left when I was little,” she said. “Mom doesn’t know what happened, but I tracked him down later. It was gambling debt, and that was because he’d spent all his money on a… another woman. But he had bills to pay and no money to pay them, so he went to a racetrack and lost his last paycheck, then, you know, disappeared.”

“I’m sorry,” I said. My parents were a solid foundation I had to lean on, with my legs like they were and my loneliness and emotions like they were as a result. I couldn’t imagine not having my dad around.

“And then in high school there was a man,” she said, “an older man. Way older. He wanted to make money doing videos online. So, you know, the tattoos.”

I kissed the top of her head and squeezed her to me.

“You haven’t thought about getting them removed?”

She shrugged. “I like to be reminded about my past.”

“How did you… come here?” Or rather, how did you get away from the creep who was using you?

Her voice took on a raw tone that said tears were threatening. “After we… got arrested… for shoplifting stuff for the home studio… I got offered a job here instead of going to juvey. Anyway you don’t have to worry. All that was a year and a half ago. I was legal a week after I got here. They threw me a big birthday party.”

“I’m so sorry…” I said lamely. What do you say to that kind of thing?

She beamed up at me and kissed me again. “I’m not. I get to be a Wizard. I can cast spells. They give me rest and relaxation on earth and I just call my mom, then come back through the portal. I love it here.”

“Right,” I muttered, just as lame as before.

“Though I do wish I could bring my mana with me to the prison and fireball Darren in the dick.” She giggled at the thought.

This is Christopher trying to heal a girl’s soul and not entirely sure how.