I held onto Jacoby for the third day in a row, and she held onto me, and it was clear she was regretting the situation.

To an extent. We were forced to shower together, a fact she didn’t seem to hate. Since we had to have intimate contact at all times, this third shower started out pretty nice and got downright steamy.

“Look, I’m sorry,” she muttered for about the millionth time, averting her gaze from looking down between my legs. On the other hand, I realized that she was getting very frustrated. She had to sleep on top of me, have skin to skin contact, and I wouldn’t allow her to ramp herself up to orgasm. I knew she had incredibly sensitive nipples and could get herself off like that, so any time I woke in the middle of the night and she was dragging them back and forth over my chest or back, I put a stop to it. Any time I felt her beginning to hump against me, the bed, the pillow, anything, I put a stop to that too.

Jacoby was built a lot like Tara: long toned legs and wonderful butt. The similarities stopped there. Jacoby was tight and compact, with good handfuls for boobs and very long nipples. The longest I’d seen on a human. Her curtain of black hair shimmered halfway down her back, and she had the typical Asian eyes: mysterious and alluring.

So, even though she had to touch me, a guy she claimed to want to fork once upon a time, I continually denied her the opportunity to do so. She simmered, slowly heating up until it seemed like she was about to pop. 

“Can I ask you something?” she asked, and washed my back with a soapy scrubber sponge.

“No guarantee on an answer.”

“I know. I know you’re pissed off at me. But do you know what you’re doing to me?”

I smiled, knowing she couldn’t see. The hot water continued to cascade down, one of the bonuses of living in a castle filled with Wizards and Sorcerers.

“Do you know how many times I’ve had sex?” she asked.

“I don’t—”

“Zero,” she said. “None. I was extremely careful when I was in with the Triads. So believe me when I say that it’s getting very difficult to do… this. This assignment is killing me.” The number of times she’d gotten herself off was a non-zero number though.

I turned around and bumped my flaccid cock against her thigh. “You should have thought of that when you agreed to be touching me intimately twenty-four seven.”

She gasped, then closed her eyes tightly. “Fuuuuuuuudge.” My chest was less than an inch from her outstretched nipples. They were hard and poking out, but when she moved, I backed off.

“Remember your plan to edge me for hours?” I asked quietly.

“If you make me cum, I’ll let you go,” she breathed. “I just need you inside me. Please. It’ll take thirty seconds, max.”

“If my people aren’t let go, there’s no point in me getting out of here.”

 She visibly deflated, sagging against the wall. It would’ve been that right there, except I caught her by the wrist. The situation had reversed itself now; I was here because I needed to make sure Shakindria and Chrysta were being treated well.

But her shameless horny begging did give me an idea.

“I could make you cum continuously for the next several hours,” I told her quietly. “I could fork you all night long, actually. Make you forget your own name.”

She couldn’t look at me. Her water-plastered hair covered her face like the ghost in that movie. She hardly moved except for deep breaths and a twitch in her pelvis. She was humping the air.

“I could fill you so full of cum that it comes out your nose and mouth,” I told her, deadly serious. Then I pulled at her, and she came forward, limply. The girl who’d wanted to take control and dominate me couldn’t last three days like this. I spun her around and bent her over at the waist, placing her hands up against the wall. She made a yelp of surprise, then made a signal gesture.

The Wizards were watching, those perverts.

“I could take you in every hole, two at once, and make it so you can hardly walk for days.”

“Fletcherrrrr,” she whined.

“You want me?”

“Yesssssss. Pleeeeeeaaaase.”

Now it was time to engage Psyspeech, and talk directly into her mind. If I do this for you, you’re getting me and my people out of here, I breathed. That is your promise to me when you agree.

With my mouth, I told her, “If I do this for you, you’re going to become my property. But you have to tell me—” and all the pervy Wizards and their pervy admins giving them orders “—that you want my cock inside you.”

She made a wild sort of wailing moan.

“What is it?”

“I’ll do it.”

“You’ll take my cock,” I half-asked. You’ll promise to free me and my people.

“Yes.” Her ass swayed back and forth, trying to get at my cock.

“You’ll be mine.” I nestled the head into her drooling lower lips.

“Yesssss.”

“Anything I want, you’ll do.”

“Yes, yes, yes. Anything. Frack me. Put it in me right now. I can’t handle it anymooooohhhhh—”

I smoothly entered her just as the admin burst into the bathroom. The moment I spent the Tokens for Entwined Ecstasy along with Coming Together, and grabbed both her hypersensitive nipples, I was grabbed by several people. Doubled relationship rewards, check. Broadcasting my sensations out to others in range, check.

The Seduction Quality made a quick check and passed, letting me know exactly how much pressure to exert for maximum pleasure. I squeezed just the right amount, and twisted just the right amount. Jacoby’s eyes widened and her head whirled over to find four people trying to separate the two of us. 

Jacoby came with a loud cry, straightened, and clutched my hands to her boobs so they couldn’t pull us apart.

“Let go, Jacoby,” her Guardians and her Bard tried. All three failed their Durability and Stave Off checks with Coming Together. Instead Jacoby whipped her head back and forth even as she rose and fell, her long legs flexing and relaxing, to get more of me up into her spasming pussy.

“Get out!” she cried. “Get out! Let me—”

“He’s used some kind of ability on you,” Savannah the Bard said. “Us too.” Her Bard ability started working against me, only to backfire on her because of Indomitable. Savannah fell back into the shower and hit her head on the tile, then fled a second later.

“Let me go!” Jacoby shrieked. 

The Guardians froze at Savannah’s leaving, and backed off. One of them spent a Token with Coming Together, I noted, and soon had all my sensations in his brain. He would know exactly how Jacoby felt clamping around my cock. He’d know how her bubble butt felt pressed up against my hips, how her nipples felt in my hands, her wet hair on my chest, the hot water falling on my back. The last Guardian turned uncertainly to his partner, whose face had glazed over.

“I’m not f’king doing this,” the last Guardian said, and left.

The one experiencing all my sensations stumbled back, fell on his butt, then turned and slowly stood. I noted the erection tenting his shower-soaked pants as he slowly and deliberately walked out of the room.

After that, I was able to give Jacoby an even dozen orgasms before she begged off. They came one after another at first, in rapid succession, with me licking at her nipples and sliding my full length deep into her again and again. She was vocal, and let me know what was happening, even though Seduction did the job just fine.

“I’m cumming,” she moaned, then began shuddering again. “Fudge, Fletcher, I’m… I’m…”

Then she’d arch her back, stare sightlessly out somewhere, and commence to a full ten or twenty seconds of full body shuddering.

“Anything I want,” I told her.

“Oh my gods,” she muttered.

“You said anything. Anything.”

She gulped and nodded. “Anything.”

“You’re going to take my first load all over your face, and then you’re going to wipe all of it into your mouth.”

No hesitation. She dutifully got to her knees and sucked me off until it was time to blast. After that, I was treated to a vision of this gorgeous Ranger with her face covered. I’d increased my Load to level 6, and that meant I was producing more at once than a man would normally make in a month. This was bukakke territory.

Jacoby honored her promise by getting as much into her mouth as she could, and extending her tongue so I could see.

“Now swallow,” I told her, and she did.

I’d gotten hard again, thanks to Refractory Period. Somewhere distantly, Jacoby’s teammate would know exactly what he wasn’t ever going to have. Except he was having it right now.

“The next load is going up into your ass,” I told her quietly.

For this, I made her ride me. I watched first as she inserted several fingers into her rear entry, then fully lubricated me for insertion.

“I’m not sure…” she muttered. “I don’t think it’ll fit.”

“Flattering, but you’ll be fine,” I told her. She nodded just slightly, then began to squat onto the head. Forcing it past the tight ring of muscle took some doing, but once that was done, both of us stared down at her.

“I’ve nnn… n-never…”

If she was looking for me to say I was also inexperienced in this arena, she was mistaken. I relaxed Girth and Length just slightly. It would still be a challenge to force all of me into her butt. Not impossible. Her eyes widened at the strange feel of me expanding.

Jacoby made it work. She was a trooper like that, and I admired her tenacity. I also admired how she stuck to her end of the deal.

And so, twenty minutes and two more orgasms later, she took my second load exactly where I promised it would go. She slumped onto my chest, cock still buried in her back door, and twitched as her nipples raked against my chest.

True to my word, she wasn’t going to be very mobile the next day.

“You know where my third load is going?” I murmured.

She moaned weakly.

“That’s right. As deep as I can get it.”

Another weak moan followed.

“You’d better hope you’re not ovulating,” I said gently.

***

I stared into the unsettling eyes of an eel, with its perpetual arrogant smirk already aggravating me. Why though? The sun was shining bright and warm, even though we were upside down. If I looked directly upwards, I could see the ground several hundred feet below, with boogie trees and those frowning deciduous versions judging everything around them… distantly. Like I was in a hot air balloon.

There was nothing to be annoyed over. I was living the life. Just last night Tara had come to my bedroom where Azalea was dead asleep on my bed, tentacles twitching and drool pooling on one of the many pillows. Tara immediately backed me up against a wall, kissed me hard, and sank to her knees before fishing my soft cock out of my pants and sucking it to rock hardness. The next hour had been a delight, rolling through various positions, Tara working or her on her back and urging me on with moans and squeals of pleasure.

Azalea hadn’t woken up through any of it, though Vellenia watched in amusement and arousal. She’d even paid a Token to be able to feel my sensations as I thoroughly destroyed Tara’s ability to walk steadily. I’d had to clamp a hand over her mouth to keep my mother from peeking her head out and walking in on me mid-coitus.

Regina had instead. She paid the Token too, and slumped against the wall with two hands on her clit. I watched her legs vibrate and her hips hump the air in time with my thrusts.

Tara wanted me to seed her again, inseminate her as I’d already done. Regina and Vellenia both urged me on.

“That’s what you want?” I hissed through clenched teeth. “Another child?”

“Give Dori a brother,” Tara panted, on the verge of yet another orgasm.  “Do it, Fletcher! Ugh… fill me up.”

I couldn’t say why, but talk like this revved my engine something fierce. I knew I was going to do it the moment she asked for it. I didn’t need Regina over there with her half-lidded gaze and her fingers working between her legs, watching Tara get pounded on the desk. Neither did I need Vellenia, ass up in the air and working her own sex, whispering about how incredible it would be to have a whole litter of tiny humans.

I poured everything I had down into my gorgeous blonde Ranger and mother of my child, and somewhere in the system the Fertility check was made. Pass or fail, I couldn’t say.

Afterwards Regina wanted what Tara got, and she went back to her room on wobbling legs, leaking down the insides of her thighs some forty minutes later. And if she hadn’t already been with child from the first deposit I’d made within her, the Fertility check went on again.

Vellenia and I retired to the floor, since neither of us wanted to disturb the little poison type from her soft snoring and dream-induced twitching she was doing. We used the Agency issued sleeping bags, hilariously.

And after we snuggled together, rather than let me sleep, Vellenia ran her snowy white hands up and down my body and wondered if maybe she shouldn’t get what Tara and Regina had gotten. Her minty green eyes glistened with excitement at the idea of being my bond mate, and my real mate. Even when I let her know there was a chance I’d give her… something, from the Fertility skill, we were already in the midst of her bumping her ass against my abs, spoon position.

She confirmed breathlessly that it would please her very much to add to my offspring. Would she give me a Nakamamon, a human, or some kind of hybrid?

I want to say that I wasn’t thinking clearly with all the hormones and all the promises and lust and desires being spoken of here and now. The thing was, with my Ingenuity this high and Myriad Mind doing its work, I could think just fine. I was very fond of Vellenia. I loved her spirit, her agreeable personality, the power she brought to the table and her goodness. That purity and selflessness made me want to make her mine. Which was silly; she was already with me and wouldn’t dream of breaking our bond. She loved being here, and I loved… her.

“I love you,” I muttered. It was true. I loved making her happy, working alongside her, and of course bedding her.

“Oh Fletcher,” she whispered loudly, “I love you dearly!”

Minutes later she was moaning with a hand over her mouth as well, and climaxing, and holding onto my butt, trying to keep me inside her so I fill her up. I obliged her, consequences be damned.

And, heck, this morning I felt a dozen tentacles wrapping around my limbs and drawing me up off the floor, dragging me onto the bed, and it was time to get a face full of Nakamamon pussy.

Azalea wanted what everyone else got. I tried playing dumb, but she wasn’t having it. No, she had woken up sometime in the night and heard me profess my love for Vellenia, and the purple mischief maker required me to love her too. If that meant she needed to bear my child, she would do so.

Once I had turned her on with licks, kisses and strokes, Azalea sat on my face, until I used Adaptability to turn into an Injecticle and was able to grapple her with tentacles of my own. And I learned there and then that she really enjoyed being made immobile. Or rather, she liked to be made immobile so long as I was the one doing it, and as long as I then pounded her into the bed as long and hard as possible.

Of the four of them so far, only Azalea seemed conflicted about being impregnated. How could she protect me if she had to raise a baby Injecticle? But then the rationalized that all the girls would, and could, help with child-rearing.

She wanted it, she told me, while flexing her ass and shoving back up at me with tentacles curling around her neck, arms, her body, her legs. She wanted what the others had.

So the twinge of irritation I felt at being challenged by the Eelysians was really nothing. People were well within their rights to be private and guarded and distrustful. They were also allowed to feel superior, self-righteous and discourteous. I found out later that they hadn’t chosen to surround themselves with a bustling city, but instead the city had slowly grown up around them, on other floaty blocks, until it snuggled right up against their ascetic monastery compound.

So I was presented with a smirking, bright-eyed holy eel who wanted my credentials.

“His name,” I said, racking my brain. I had a few things in there, including splices I was doing for the eventual cure, some of them I was doing just for shirts and giggles, the vague worry over the possible explosion of pregnancies, and the more pressing worry regarding Jacoby’s seemingly insane plan to get us all out of the HQ castle.

“His name… is… I mean you know he’s a Lemon Monkey, right? A Lemonkey?”

The eel just stared eerily at me, and I felt it was appropriate to have all the letters for the word ‘eel’ in the word ‘eerily’.

“Okay, his name. I know it’s Oxnard. Oxnard de la Castille, wait!”

“Wrong,” the creature said.

“It’s Oxnard… Penny, Ha’penny! Oxnard Ha’Penny Gigglethrix… Gingerthimble…” I could sense the eel growing annoyed now. More annoyed at any rate. “Oxnard Ha’Penny G-Gilden… Gildenthorn! Gildenthorn Widdershins de la Castille Cruz. De la Castille de la Cruz.” Crap, that wasn’t it.

“Incorrect,” the Eelysian said. “The suffix is Widdershins von Castille de la Crucifix. You are barred from entry, human.”

“He only told me his name once!” I protested. How was I supposed to know it would be on a friggin quiz?

“Nevertheless, you may not enter.” It turned to leave.

“And why not?”

A pause, followed by an annoyed puff of its gills. “The divine energy here is held within these walls by our magic. Humans suffer the same effects as touching the divine upon entry.”

“Oh, is that all?” I chuckled.

This is Christopher about to get his way.