So to sum up: Not only had Jacoby ordered my capture, and not only had Celine erased part of the circle of warding to keep the divine influence off the camp, but I’d just been visited by the ghost of god-healings past, present and future. This dark, seemingly omnipotent Nakamamon told me she was in on sickening the gods, suggesting someone else had bonded her and she was doing under instructions. Gods were sick all over the place, far more than I could handle alone. My friends were back in this world and the portal wasn’t just operable, but now stuck in the open position and leaking magic into earth.

But just as the mysterious unnamed Nakamamon had appeared out of nowhere and stopped time, I was now left in the grips of a thoroughly sex-befuddled Wizard girl, soft brown eyes crazed with lust and staring at my crotch.

She yanked at my pants, but I caught her wrists and pried them away.

“Daddeeeeeeee,” she whined. The effect of divinity wasn’t immediately apparent, but on closer inspection I saw her pupils had been overlaid with big pink hearts. Pulsing pink hearts. “I need you inside meeeee.”

“I will definitely do that,” I said, “just as soon as we get you in your right mind.” With that, I pulled up my Prismatic Apparel and wrapped it around her. It manifested as a white button up shirt, my size, and looked supremely cute on the bespectacled little Wizard. The Divine Resistance kicked in immediately. Amusement flooded through me as clarity came to her eyes, the hearts disappeared, the flush in her cheeks receded, and the groveling need fell away.

“But…” she muttered, “you could have just forked my brains out. I wanted you to.” Her hurt tone indicated she still wanted me to, and she didn’t like the fact that I hadn’t.

“You gave me this time to help me escape,” I told her. “I’m going to use that time instead of forking your brains out. And maybe, if you continue to be good, you can have one last good forking.”

I made my way deeper into the affected area of the town with Celine in hand and Azalea attached to my leg. The poison Nakamamon had no such resistances to the effects of the town, and was literally tearing my clothes off. Her yellow eyes also had the pumping hearts, and she blushed a deeper purple. Those tentacles of hers weren’t messing around; they shredded through my pants and shirt, and only when all my clothes were gone did the spines retract and start massaging me all over instead.

April soon bounded up, yipping and happy to see me even though I was completely naked, with a Nakamamon fondling every inch of my body. It made me pause and consider where Flora was. The Shrubber-Nee! seemed to reappear and disappear at the oddest of times. Was she just pretending to be a tree and camouflaged completely? I tried to remember whether she’d even entered the town with us, and weirdly, I couldn’t.

Right now there was a bit of a situation to deal with though. The purple girl was rhythmically squeezing my torso and limbs, grinding her midsection against my thigh, and licking my now exposed nipple.

“Fletcher!”

I turned to find Jacoby on the porch of one of the abandoned houses. The Asian Ranger had her pants around her ankles and one hand shoved between her legs, while the other was massaging her boobs through her shirt. She was staring at me, literal hearts in her eyes, and words dripping with lust and anger.

“I need you…”

“You were going to capture me,” I said.

“Please,” she groaned, eyes fixed on Azalea happily groping my hardening cock. She blinked away the hearts for just a moment, and shook her head. “Tie me up. I can’t…”

“Why would I?”

“I don’t… want… to go off… and frack somebody. And I can’t… frack you… right now.”

Her body jerked and she threw her head back.

“I want you, so badly. Soooo badly,” she grumbled, and blinked away the hearts from her eyes yet again.

“You fracked that frack the frack up,” I said quietly.

“I was wrong!” she yelped. “I was wrong… you’re free to go. Tie me up… I won’t fork you… ugh… I won’t bother… ugh… anymore.” With clenched teeth and eyes squeezed tightly shut, she blurted, “I promise!”

“Fine,” I grumbled.

Azalea had gotten the idea that she could hold onto my body using her tentacles, and maneuver herself around however she wanted. This allowed her to Doc Ock herself upside down and slobber all over the head of my cock.

“Jeez,” Celine whispered beside me. “Can we just…”

“Not yet,” I said, and in the weirdest situation I’d ever been in yet, I tied Jacoby’s wrists and ankles with rope while getting a blowjob from a tiny purple girl.

“Inside… please,” Jacoby breathed, eyes fixed on the action. I figured she meant I should drag her inside, but the way her mouth hung slack and the way she still played with her super sensitive nipples despite having her hands bound… that and the way her legs were spread wide open, suggested she wanted something else inside somewhere else.

The Injecticle hadn’t stopped blowing me, which felt amazing. Something about her physiology was different, because this not-quite five foot woman was deepthroating me like almost no one else could. She seemed more like an octopus, all muscle and no skeleton, at least in the way her body squished and her throat opened to accept me. I hunched against the pleasure and tried to pull her up off me, but failed. She was going to deepthroat me until I came or something else happened.

“Fletcher…” Jacoby called breathlessly, as I turned to leave. I didn’t look back. I didn’t care if it wasn’t apology or a begging plea for me to do something to her. She was under divine influence just as I’d been once upon a time.

The problem with a running and having a woman give you an intense blowjob at the same time is that these two things are not compatible. I staggered away down a block, took a right, and found a house that looked like a Fletcher-sized creature lived there normally.

“Daddy,” Celine whined. “Can we—”

“Yes,” I conceded, staring at the unbelievable cuteness of her in an oversized white button up shirt, not buttoned up or anything, just showing me her tiny breasts and her lacy underwear. She had on different thigh high socks today, a clear indication that she had a thing for them. I did too. These were black, with a stripe of lavender at the top. Her panties matched. They were also soaked through; a line of moisture connected to them as she skimmed them down her pale legs.

She immediately kissed me, wrapping her arms around my neck and moaning into my mouth. The heat of the god’s presence was seeping into me, but I was also horny now. Incredibly horny.

Both of us stared down at Azalea, who was pumping away down below, upside down. Tentacles wrapped around my ankles, my thighs, my elbows. The junction of her thighs was pointed at me, with her legs wrapped around my torso, and she too was gleaming with wetness.

“This is so hot,” Celine breathed, took my hand, and pressed it against her mound. It was; and I had no trouble in sliding two fingers into her. Doing this wh

“You’ve been a good little whore,” I told her quietly.

“Thank you, Daddy,” she whispered, humping into my fingers.

I decided that I was going to do two things just this moment. One, I was going to spend 5 Durability Tokens and manifest a clone of myself using Man Enough. Two, I was going to bring Azalea into the fold using Entwined Ecstasy.

Not only did I manage the Durability check for Man Enough, boosting my stats and those of my new clone, but I also manifested another Fletcher just behind Celine. Another Token later and Azalea was part of whatever The Lovers had done to me once upon a time.

From over Celine’s shoulder, I nipped at her ear and took her ass in hand. “Whore needs to be rewarded.”

“Ohhhhhh my gosh,” she said, and nearly fainted from what was happening. With two of us, it was easy to lift her, spread eagle, and line myself up to sink all my inches deep inside her. With her being only about five feet tall, only a little taller than Azalea, she didn’t weigh enough to put strain on my enhanced muscles. Azalea was strong, and that meant I was strong right now. Celine’s hands flew up around my neck to hold on as I lifted and lowered her entire body onto me like a sex toy.

The pleasure was immense. The Lovers enhanced the pleasure, but only a fraction of that was getting through my Divine Resistance. For Celine and Azalea, that wasn’t the case. After only three minutes Celine started into her first orgasm, crying out loudly.

As for my new purple lover, I maneuvered her pussy and dove in with an enhanced tongue. The length, width and muscle control were all enough to have her moaning and gasping while she blew me. In minutes her climax arrived two, and she stiffened against my body.

Her taste was like nothing I’d ever had before. My Adaptability helped to keep me from taking poison damage, while Healer’s Resistance had me spending another Token to help with the rest.

The moment I slipped the Prismatic Apparel off Celine’s body, the divine power flooded through her and she came yet again. This time she flooded with juices and sprayed some of them toward the other me.

Azalea slumped in a boneless heap on the floor after she’d shuddered out her whole climax. I would have some light bruising after all this was done, but I wasn’t concerned with that. I draped the Prismatic Apparel over the poison Nakamamon and kissed her lightly on the temple.

She stirred, looked at me with those poisonous yellow eyes, and spoke again. “I couldn’t help it,” she said.

“I know,” I told her.

“Are you okay?”

I smiled. “Completely fine.”

“The males of our species die when they mate, because of the poison.”

“I’m not your species,” I told her. “Don’t worry.”

She snuggled into the shirt, sniffing it. “Can we do it again?”

“Of course.”

Not now though. Now I needed to give this horny little Wizard something special.

Celine remained wearing her big spectacles, though the stockings had slipped and her two tattoos peeked out on the insides of her juice-slicked thighs. Daddy’s little whore was half visible.

Working together, both Fletcher and I laid my clone down on the floor, slowly sliding out of the mousey Wizard. Then, I lined up at her rear entrance and slowly pushed.

“Relax,” I whispered in both ears, but it wasn’t necessary. The divine power of the Lovers had flooded this area, and the head popped into her ass with only a cry of surprise.

“How does it feel?” I asked, forcing more of myself slowly into her back door before drawing out, and then thrusting once again.

Her voice came out strained, like I was squeezing the air out of her lungs. “It’s… big.”

I knelt over her as well, licking down over her nipples and stomach, before giving her clit a few tentative licks. Skimming my hands over the insides of her thighs, I ran my thumbs over the words tattooed there, ‘daddy’s little whore’ and ‘cum dump’. Most of the short time I spent watching myself drill this poor girl in the ass. More and more of my shaft disappeared inside her, with her squeezing me, hard. She was so delicious, so adorable and cute, with a mix of dirty and naughty in there as well. It made me feel like I was doing something wrong by using daddy’s little whore as the cum dump her legs advertised.

But in listening to her beg to have it buried all the way up inside her, my feeling of wrongness was replaced by ravening hunger. She begged to be defiled, to have me do whatever I liked with her body, because she was nothing more than a series of holes to be used.

How much of this was The Lovers and how much of this was Celine’s own desires, I couldn’t say. Instead, I gave in to her wish, lined the head of my other cock up at her pussy, and gave her what she wanted.

She was the second girl I’d given the double penetration to, and it felt incredible. She was nothing like Cinzy, but wonderful in her own way. I couldn’t be sure if this treatment was bad for her mental state, and I assumed it was, but this was what she begged me to do. Ankles locked around my waist, arms looped around my neck, and a breathless squeal told me over and over not to stop.

Both Fletcher and I rocked this poor girl’s world until I couldn’t take it anymore. Two sets of sensations was enough to push me right up to the brink.

“Where?” I asked her. “Where do you want it?”

“Don’t stop,” was all she’d been begging for what felt like forever.

So I didn’t. The pleasure built, and built, and I gave her what she asked for. With twin explosive grunts, I came hard and deep, filling her up both ways at once.

In the immediate aftermath, I slumped backwards, satisfied. Celine lay there in the midst of an orgasm she’d gotten from the very thought of being cream pied both front and back.

“That was awesome,” I breathed.

Celine managed a jerky, “Uh-huh.”

It was at this point that Azalea came back to herself. She quickly assessed the scene before crawling out from under the Prismatic Apparel. I went to stop her, but tentacles pulled my hand back. She wanted whatever came next.

“Human seed is amazing,” Azalea said, a bit too ravenously. The long, thin teeth made her statement darker than I was ready for.

Tentacles looped out and wrapped around Celine’s ankles, then dragged her closer, even as Azalea crawled closer on hands and knees, plump ass invitingly in the air. She looked over her shoulder at me.

“Again,” she demanded. “Azalea is in the mating position now.”

More tentacles wrapped around my body and urged me toward her.

She’d have to settle for my tongue for a short while. I bent to get a taste, and watch to make sure she didn’t hurt Celine. Although I didn’t need to worry, I still watched in fascination.

Tentacles wound around Celine’s legs and dragged her toward Azalea, and spread them wide. When she sat up and stared in consternation, more tentacles wound around her wrists. Finally, two tentacles slowly speared into Celine’s pussy and ass.

“Oh my gods,” Celine murmured, struggling weakly. Ineffectually.

The tentacles pulsed rhythmically, in and out, making her tummy bulge just a bit. All of what I’d poured into her came gushing back out, directly onto Azalea’s outstretched tongue. Soon she had two thin tentacles twining around one another, working inside Celine and driving her absolutely out of her mind. She came once, arching her back up and toward Azalea.

I gave up on tonguing the poison aspect after seeing this, watching as she pumped all of my seed out of Celine, one scoop at a time. The whole situation was hot enough, that when Azalea started waving her cute butt back and forth, I couldn’t help but fist my erection twice, nudge the head against her entrance, and slowly force myself inside.

“Yessss,” the poison Nakamamon hissed, never pausing in her attempts to capture every drop of what I’d put inside Celine. Soon enough she couldn’t get any more of what I’d given Celine. 

I gave Azalea long, punishingly hard strokes. I loved her elastic body, and the way her round butt looked as I slid all the way to the hilt behind her. I was also fascinated by the way she was scooping out drops of my seed from Celine and driving her out of her mind. It was here that I felt Celine lock onto Coming Together, and begin to experience all of my sensations. Now she could see herself being pummeled by multiple tentacles in both holes, her ankles held apart with Azalea’s purple hands holding her knees back near her boobs. She could see my shaft slowly forcing its way into Azalea again and again, and the way her ass seemed to widen to accommodate me. She could feel it, like she had a cock of her own.

The bespectacled, thin little Wizard lay heaving there, back arching, moaning out of control with her head swinging back and forth. Finally she came, hard, tensing and lifting her butt before arching her back. Azalea didn’t stop, but kept right on wriggling those tentacles inside her. She came again, going breathless and making soft mewling noises.

When I announced that I could hold back no longer, Azalea scooted forward and wrapped several tentacles around my junk so she could finish me off into her open mouth.

I had too much inside though, and I ended up making a mess over her entire face. I came hard, grunting to hold back until it just wasn’t possible any longer. Celine, still locked into my sensations, reached down and caused herself one final climax using my orgasm as inspiration.

This is Christopher rewarding the little Wizard for saving me from capture.