Every time I ended up in bed with Isabelle and Ivy, I was amazed at how well it went. Ivy already knew the drill, having done this dance before: turn Izzy on like crazy, lots of making out and foreplay, lots of crotch rubbing, plenty of eating her out. Oftentimes I was there too, licking and kissing, and Ivy’s favorite tactic was to double time Isabelle’s nipples, since they were so sensitive. She’d be working Izzy’s clit and I’d have one finger inside while we sucked and swirled tongues around her hard nipples, listening to her gasp and groan encouragement.

We always spent time letting her know she wasn’t the third wheel, sometimes coax her into getting some Fletcher up inside her, and then it was Ivy’s turn with me afterwards. Ivy was loving, kind, and most of all, patient. It was kind of a surprise, given that she had a shaved head and a bunch of tattoos. The three of us walked directly upstairs from the restaurant into an open room given to us as a hotel room for the night, and goggled at it.

The whole place was kind of soft, like it had a layer of cotton batting beneath the floor and walls. It was also done up in a cotton candy pink, which nearly broke the rising level of horniness from the girls. Ivy was positively vibrating, clutching onto my hand like I was going to disappear. She kept sneaking questioning looks at me.

Could I really do this? Was I capable as I claimed? I’d never lied before, but I was offering up her literal fantasy.

Although we couldn’t close the door, Ivy started kissing Isabelle immediately. The brunette’s eyes drifted closed and the two bumped into the wall beside the doorway with hands all over one another.

“I have been waiting for this,” Ivy breathed. “You can’t even imagine.”

“It’s been a while since you forked me,” Isabelle replied, staring into her girlfriend’s eyes.

Ivy went at her like she was possessed, pulling at her clothes and kissing every revealed bit of her girlfriend. Seduction, raised high by now, informed me that my time would come. For now there was a feast for my eyes: two fit, toned girls rubbing and licking and caressing one another.

It was only when Ivy had her mouth on one of Izzy’s boobs and her hand massaging her slit that my time arrived. I knelt and got licking at the other nipple, loving the way Isabelle clutched my head and groaned out about how wrong this was. She loved being the center of the sandwich cookie. We riled her up and made her climax, both working between her legs. Four hands on her was amazing. Giving Ivy some levels of my Tongue skill sent Isabelle into orbit. Writhing, shuddering, calling out breathlessly, grasping and holding onto my shaft. This was the life.

Some twenty minutes later, Isabelle was stretched out naked in bed with a dreamy, dazed expression while Ivy bounced up and down on my cock just inches away from her face.

“She can really…” Ivy groaned, and paused, then grabbed onto my shaft, “she can really have this?”

I grinned, and focused on using Pheromones to transfer Length and Girth over to Isabelle.

Pheromones had tested well with Tongue, but I’d never gone with it down below. Isabelle positively loved the Tongue enhancement, feeling Ivy wriggle it far enough up inside her that she could get at the g-spot.

Repeatedly. And we had the human maximum in terms of endurance and stamina.

“Isabelle?” I asked, and took her hand.

“Hm?”

“You want to do it?”

She got up on her knees. “Yeah!”

We were behind the room’s only bed, so as to have a speck of privacy, though I was sure anyone in the building could probably hear us at the volume both girls were yelling.

“Just… don’t freak out.” I concentrated and directed my rank of Pheromones into Length and Girth for Isabelle. I couldn’t help but admire her body, so slim and compact and perfect.

“Ohhhh,” she moaned.

“What?” I asked.

“That’s odd…” She straightened, on her knees beside us, and sure enough a cock sprouted from just above where her slit started. It stopped at about four inches, and wasn’t nearly as thick around as I’d been before I got my incredible sex powers, but it was exactly what Ivy had been asking for. My two points of Pheromones had given her two points of Length.

“Oh… fork me,” Ivy whispered. She immediately got Izzy up on her feet and slurped the whole thing into her mouth.

“Oh my gosh!” Isabelle gasped. Her hands settled on Ivy’s freshly-shaven head, while I slowly pushed with my hips, and pulled back so I could thrust up into her incredible tightness. “I-it… it feels… soooo good. It’s not like a… it’s dif— ohhhhh…”

I don’t know how long I watched Ivy suck off her girlfriend, but I do know it was just as erotic as any of the weirder porn comics I’d happened across online before coming here.

It didn’t take long before Isabelle came, and Ivy as a good girlfriend licked up every last drop. Isabelle collapsed back onto the floor dazed, staring at the little thing between her legs. When I broke the physical connection, it remained there, thanks to the Group Play skill I also had in my arsenal.

“I want that in me,” Ivy moaned, still rising and falling on my pole. “Izzy, can you get it hard again?”

“How should I know?” Isabelle laughed. “I’ve never had one before.”

“I want you…” Ivy said, and trailed off as she slid fully down onto me yet again. “Ohhhhh I want you… in me.”

They kissed yet again, and I took over the job of thrusting while Ivy coaxed Izzy’s new appendage back to life.

“You wanna fork me, baby?” she asked in a husky tone.

Izzy’s own gaze was thick with lust. “Yeah I do.”

“Can I… have both… at the same time?”

Isabelle locked eyes with me and smiled. This wasn’t just wish fulfillment for me, or for her. This was breaching fantasyland for all three of us.

It took some doing: specifically, Ivy turned around and I got an eyeful. Reverse cowgirl is the best. Meanwhile I ran my hands up and down Isabelle’s body, while she crouched beside Ivy to start lubing up her back door.

“Fletcher,” Ivy moaned. “Fletcher, you’re making a girl’s dreams come true! You’re, ohhh… you’re so good to me.”

“M-me too,” Isabelle repeated, just as low and hungry.

All I could do was watch: watch my cock appear and disappear inside Ivy, watch as Isabelle bent down and buried her face between Ivy’s cheeks, watch as Isabelle worked a spit-covered finger into her girlfriend. Two fingers. Three.

Ivy came once, and after a good five minutes, she started again, shaking and shuddering and crying out. She claimed she was ready, totally ready.

Repositioned again, she lay on my chest, panting on my shoulder, her boobs pressing onto my chest and her butt cheeks in my hands.

“I can’t stop…” she mumbled. She had been going through post-orgasm aftershocks for some thirty seconds now, and she tensed and groaned again when Isabelle lined up and started pressing forward.

“Breathe,” I whispered, and felt Isabelle pressing against me. We were in constant contact, her legs on my thighs and now her tummy pressed against my hands where I was holding her girlfriend open for our first ever double penetration.

“Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh,” Ivy was repeating, over and over again.

In the meantime Isabelle bottomed out and bent down over Ivy to kiss me, hard. This was one of the first times she had really initiated a kiss with passion, licking my lips and running her tongue over the roof of my mouth. The whole time she was kissing me, she slowly and deliberately gave her girlfriend exactly what they’d both wanted from the beginning.

“You’re a miracle worker, Fletcher,” Isabelle breathed, before her face twisted. Eyes rolling back in her head, I actually felt her pulse and explode in Ivy’s ass. Ivy’s continuing orgasm clamped down on me too, and I happily arched my back, lifting the two of them up.

“Shiznits,” I groaned. “I’m gonna—”

“Do it,” Isabelle hissed. “Fill her up.”

“Ohhhhh my gosh,” Ivy moaned, trapped between us.

 My eyes snapped open and I found Isabelle kissing me again, raking her hands through my hair and running her tongue along mine, flicking it.

“I’m going to lick all of it out of her,” she breathed.

That did it. With one final thrust I came. And came and came. I could imagine it like the comics, with it bursting out of her afterwards, but I couldn’t see, especially not with Isabelle down there licking at the both of us. The post-sex hypersensitivity hit several times, making me shudder and buck as well, which caused Ivy even more orgasmic mini-tremors.

When Izzy was finished, she joined her girlfriend on the bed and the two kissed fiercely, fingers entwined and crotches rubbing together. Contact with me had ended, and my gift to her had receded and then vanished.

Isabelle sighed. “This is the best day of my life. I love you, Boo.”

Ivy’s eyes shot open. “I love you too, Izzy-belle.”

Both of them seemed to remember I was there. Their heads slowly swiveled to find me smiling at their embarrassment and slight mortification, head propped on one hand.

“I’m so happy for you, Boo. And Izzy-belle of course.”

***

After being thoroughly battered by vicious pillow attacks, much embarrassed laughter and plenty of completely empty threats on my life, I retired back to the lab… mansion. In the meantime, I cast my mind out to find out how Fletcher II, my remaining clone, had fared.

It turned out I’d gotten captured. Only this time it wasn’t part of the plan.

In fact, I was now in a cell, being felt up by none other than Jacoby. The Ranger with the Asian features and the compact, toned body now straddled me. I had one hand free, but the other was securely shackled to the cell wall.

The HQ didn’t really have jail cells, so they’d stripped out the nice furnishings, leaving only a bed and a desk with stool. Someone had installed bars on the rooms large window, so at least sunlight filtered in.

“What the heckabaloo?” I asked no one. Two Guardians on a quick mission to pick up Cinzy and Poppy, and that had failed?

I am sorry, Shakindria told me from somewhere distant.

“Fletcher?” Chrysta asked from the cell next door. “Are you well?”

“Yeah, sorry… I’m just tuning in.” I had access to this other set of memories, so I knew exactly what had been going on. So while I wanted to know just what the hecky Becky Jacoby was doing here with her hands all over my abs and chest and back. And running her hands smoothly around my neck and threading her fingers into my hair… distracting.

“I’ll get to you in a minute, Expedition Leader,” I told her. Her already conflicted expression soured further, like I’d just dealt her a crushing blow. She didn’t look at all like she was having a good time. That said, her cheeks burned with a deep flush, and her breathing was coming in shallow rasps that spoke of being thoroughly turned on.

Shakindria, Chrysta and I had been blindsided. The full might of the HQ personnel had been dispatched to find us, and find us they had.

With every single available Wizard on staff casting Divination spells, they were able to pinpoint my locations. And, being confused over the fact that I could be in two places at once, they further investigated using stronger, higher level Divination spells. The highest level stuff could peer into the system itself. They’d found both my classes, went deeper, and listed out all my Pleasure Seeker class abilities. We’re talking people whose jobs it had been to map out the whole world using scrying magic.

“All that was put on hold just for you,” my captors explained. “They wanted to know what sort of high level magic you employed to blink out of existence.”

“Normally, you would only be able to see another person’s class and abilities if they handed them to you directly. We are using Wizards who are close to level one hundred.” The Agency administrators at the very top were serious people who wanted to allocate resources efficiently. They did not have a sense of humor between the dozen of them.

They demanded I divulge the circumstances of my class acquisition, and I refused, wondering out loud why their high level Diviners couldn’t jump back into my past, fight past whatever divine resistance surrounded my encounter with The Lovers, and figure it out their damn selves. They made similar demands regarding my acquired abilities from my sexual partners, which met with a shrug from me. If they wanted that knowledge, they could comb through my whole career in this place, watch me bang dozens of humans and Nakamamon, and in the meantime, eat my ash.

In a way, I was flattered that it took the combined power of some thirty Wizards, Rogues, Rangers, Bards, and Guardians all working in concert to take Shakindria and Chrysta down, and me with them.

The magic blinded Shakindria, gave the lot of them high resistance to psychic attacks and abilities, and then attempted to freeze her out of abilities with repeated stunning electric attacks.

I’d been prevented from just letting the clone discorporate by Jacoby. The moment they shocked Shakindria, I’d thrown myself backwards, only to have her tackle me and get her hands up under my shirt. They peeled me away from Shakindria with Jacoby muttering darkly about how she didn’t want to be doing this. Her hands had been in my pants.

They’d had just as much preparation on hand for Chrysta. The ghost aspect had been trapped in a circle of protection against her aspects, and they’d used fire spells that ramped up the ambient temperature.

And that had been that. Transported with Jacoby muttering apologies and regrets, even while she gave me a hard on.

In the meantime I absorbed all this information, along with the knowledge that I’d leveled up again… in Pleasure Seeker. It was a little amazing to me, and a little depressing, that my second class was advancing so much faster than my primary. I needed the first class to heal my mother.

I tried to reconcile this with the knowledge that I was slowly boosting my attributes as well as using Pleasure Seeker abilities to help do my Healer stuff.

Level 43: Ability Upgrade: Coming Together, +5 skill points

Coming Together wasn’t an ability I paid much attention to, but it was quite wonderful. Relationship rewards had led to confessions of love, reaching Devotees status, and Meld abilities. Plus, I rather enjoyed the warm fuzzies I got from having women look me in the eyes and tell me they loved me. I looked over the ability again, now that it had leveled up.

Coming Together III

(Special Ability, Rare, Aura)

Engage this aura by spending a Likability Token.

I- While this aura is engaged, Relationship rewards are doubled. This applies to both positive and negative rewards.

II- Activate while engaged in intimate relations with a partner by succeeding a Very Difficult Likability + Pheromones check (5-8 successes needed). Non-participants within range may choose to spend a Likability Token to experience your present sensations, including touch, smell, sight, hearing and taste. Magical senses are not included.

III- While the aura is engaged, you may broadcast the sensations of you, one of your partners, or you and your partner(s) to any willing sapient being within range. Unwilling sapient beings may spend 3 Durability Tokens or succeed a Stave Off + Durability check at 12 successes to stop the barrage of sensations. Those acting against you while under the influence of this aura suffer negative attribute and skill levels equal to the difference in their failure.

Anyone working against me would suffer… checking notes here… whatever they failed by. So if they scored 5 successes, they would have minus 7 levels to all attributes and skills when attempting to work against me. That was an unthinkable amount.

I quickly spent my points and returned to Jacoby. Whatever level of frustration I’d felt in this world, it was nothing compared to helping out my captor, having her turn on me, convincing her that was a terrible idea, and then having her show up now to continue my incarceration.

“What happens next?” I asked, my irritation showing.

Jacoby didn’t appear too fazed by my anger. “You tell them what they want to know.”

“Tell me,” I said, “when they asked for volunteers, did you raise your hand the moment they told you about my ability, or even before you found that out?”

She refused to meet my eyes this time. There, I’d gotten through that ambitious Agency bootlicker.

“All you have to do is climb off me and I’m gone,” I said. “You can say it was an accident. You can say I pushed you away. I used an ability on you.”

“I don’t think you understand,” she said.

“I under—”

“They’ll fire me,” she hissed. “And there’s no way through the portal. So they’ll imprison me.”

“Oh, cool,” I said, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Cool cool. You think every immoral act starts off ‘Oh I was just following orders?’ Your conscience will be squeaky clean.”

I knew she was ambitious and wanted to rise through the ranks. She wanted a way out of desk duty and messenger jobs in the castle. She wanted field work and I couldn’t blame her. I could blame her for coming after the guy who had saved her butt and helped her out, and I could definitely blame her for accepting this assignment.

She sighed, and massaged my scalp gently. “Just tell them what they want to know,” she said.

This is Christopher’s enormous, justifiably righteous scoff.