A stiffening breeze was accompanied by my own reaction to what Regina was proposing. The sun warming my exposed skin felt incongruously nice against the backdrop of all the stuff going wrong.

  The announcement with the Marshins in their vilge had gone sideways when I was presented with a social roll I couldn’t hope to pass and then still accomplish my mission. For the next several days, the team would need to keep the natives out of their own hatchery, so thick were the negative emotions flying around.

  I could tell right away that Regina was serious. She cooed to Tweedle Dee and gave him several chin scritches before ordering him to guard the door.

  As the wind rushing over the marsh receded from the door being closed, I turned to face my remaining Ranger.

  She didn’t even speak, but instead pushed me against the door and kissed me, hard. This lingered for some time, before she broke off, wild-eyed and gasping.

  “I’m kind of peeved that you’re already naked,” she muttered, kissing over my neck, my ears, my colr bone. “I want to rip off your clothes right now.”

  My hands were already on her body. Such a nice one, with curves and softness where they were best situated. My fingers traveled down the length of her torso, hugging her waist, fring hips, and finally dug into her ass cheeks. She gasped.

  “We have to make this quick,” she said, and dropped to her knees unnecessarily. I was already most of the way hard, yet she still popped my cock into her mouth. For some time, the only sounds were the slurping and sucking, and my groans of encouragement.

  She pulled away with another sharp intake of breath. “It’s bigger than before. It wasn’t this big when I sucked it st time.”

  I gave her a smile. “You’re going to feel really tight, then, huh?”

  “Oh my gods,” she muttered. “You’re going to break me with this thing.”

  “Does that mean you want to stop?”

  She stood and looped her arms around my neck, kissing me again and rubbing her pussy up and down the length of me.

  “Absolutely not,” she said, directly into my mouth. “If I can’t handle it, then it just means I walk funny for a day or so. It’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.” She looked halfway blissed out already, eyes half lidded and grin spreading.

  Pulling her leg up, I looped it around my hip and fisted my cock so it ran up and down her slit. Squeaks of pleasure followed immediately. I watched for her reaction, and was pleased to have her throw her head back, groaning.

  “Put it in,” she begged. “Come on.”

  “No oral first?” I asked innocently.

  “Funk me, Fletcher. I need it. Staring at your naked body the whole time is killing me.”

  She hunched forward, pcing the head at her opening, and soon enough the incredible heat and tightness enveloped me, bit by tiny bit. Ever so slowly, she sank down onto my shaft.

  “Big?” I asked.

  Her response was strained. “Big. Bigger.”

  Standing up sex was not as good as I’d hoped it would be, until I spun her and pressed her back against the interior wall of the hatchery. Only then did I have the leverage necessary to begin drawing out and pressing in, out and in, over and over.

  “I’m going to spend the Token now,” I told her.

  “Yessssss,” she hissed.

  Engaging Pleasure’s Bounty made the feelings intensify an absolute ton. Both of us groaned, and her breathing quickened. It was one of the signs that she was approaching orgasm already. Now every bit of her insides seemed to both cmp down and increase in wetness. I stared at her glittering freckles, her heaving breasts, while I pistoned in and out of her.

  I’d needed this too, after the Cinzy situation. I hadn’t been cognizant of just how much of a relief this could be. Driving her back into the wall over and over, hearing her moans and gasps, having her arms loosen around my neck as she neared the climax, these all served to sharpen my focus and get her to the precipice as fast as I could.

  “Ohhhh,” she groaned. “I love this, Fletcher. I love… doing this… with you.”

  “I love it too,” I told her.

  Her ‘ohhhh’ went on, and rose in pitch and volume. One st sharp intake of breath ter, this groan came out the loudest, and her whole body bucked. It was the first of many. As for me, I kept up the pace, loving the power I had within me to give a woman such bliss.

  She begged me breathlessly to stop, so I slowed down and she sagged against me. So I did what any normal, sex-crazed, god-touched Pleasure Seeker would do, and helped drape her over the workstation table.

  Then I lined up and sank back into her depths, and made her fake curse again.

  “Ugh, you’ve got a fracking cannon now,” she moaned. “It’s so, unh… so big, Fletcher. It’s too… too good. Fuuuhhhh…”

  Her hand drifted down to py with her clit while I worked into a nice rhythm. Just loving the sounds of her breathing, her moaning, her compints that it was too good. Just loving the feeling of her straining to accept me, the amazing friction, and the feel of her ass squishing against my abs. Loving the sight of her on her tip toes, the sight of her parting to accept my shaft again and again. The sight of her round cheeks rippling every time I smmed home again.

  “Don’t stop,” she begged. “Funk me, funk… ugh, Fletcher…”

  The pleasure had built and built, and over the next several minutes we lost ourselves to the act, just enjoying the animalistic perfection of this coupling. She wanted to switch again, so I id down on the floor and let her ride me. With access to her boobs, I got to heft and knead them, run my palms and fingers over her nipples, and watch her hips rise and fall again and again.

  With one hand on her clit and the other on my knee behind her, she brought herself right to the brink yet again, and I watched in amazement as we repeated the crushing orgasm: the shaky uneven breaths, the inability to speak, the broken words falling into moans of ecstasy, and the full body buck. The groan transformed into a yell, and she cried out my name over the course of several shudders. Eyes closed, focused only on the sensations.

  “Regina, I’m…”

  She kept rising and falling.

  “I’m gonna cum,” I told her, thrusting my own hips up and then up again.

  She didn’t seem to register the words, but instead kept rising after I’d smmed up into her.

  “Regina,” I got out through gritted teeth. “I’m…”

  She kept hammering her hips down onto mine, squeezing on my shaft with her muscles, mouth sck and a tiny bit of drool leaking out of the corner. As for me, I felt every muscle in my body tense as I tried to stop a tidal wave from crashing. I might as well have been trying to stop the sun from coming up.

  “Reg— fuhhhhh!”

  I came.

  At the very st moment, she seemed to get it, and those eyes of hers with the flower-shaped irises fixed on me. I saw a brief battle go on in her brain: did she want to feel the contractions as I bsted seed up into her, or did she want to be safe from the possibility of a life growing inside her?

  That battle went on a second too te, because the first bst went directly up into her. I groaned and screwed my eyes closed, trying not to, but it just wasn’t possible. She rocketed up off me, and a moment ter caught a stream directly across her face. Then another got her in the eye before her lips closed over the head and she took the rest in her mouth.

  I’d enhanced my Load using the Pleasure Seeker Qualities avaible to me, so her eyes opened in surprise when I kept bsting forth. She drew up off me with a mouth completely full, pointing my cock downwards. Now when I arched up and came, it was all over the glittering freckles on her chest and breasts. And then there was even more.

  She was silent for a time, staring down at herself.

  “What the hecky Becky, Fletcher?”

  “Sorry,” I told her.

  “Sorry? What for? You’re like a fracking fire hose now. That’s amazing! It was practically a milkshake I just swallowed. Holy cow, we need to clean this up. I can’t just cover it up with my shirt.” She ughed. “I don’t think that would even work. It would just soak through and everyone would know I got doused in jizz.”

  I smiled zily, while she went to the workstation to get a rag and wipe off the copious amount of my seed streaming down her body.

  “Is this your second job css doing this?” she asked.

  “Yep. And the girth enhancement.” I realized I had a magical penis pump, and chuckled to myself. Life was so weird.

  She froze. “Wait… did you dump this much into Tara?”

  “No. I found the skills for the second job css ter.”

  “I’m still amazed that you kept doing it inside her. We don’t have any condoms and I’m sure she’s not on birth control. I’m not on birth control either.” Her hand drifted down to her pussy and pressed on it. “Ugh I want to go again. Can you get it back up?”

  I blinked at her several times.

  “Okay, fine, I know we can’t… but tonight, again. I want it, slow and easy and, holy shirt I’m getting myself horny all over again. I can’t stay here and look at you.” She pointed an accusing finger at me. “If your jizz is ced with some kind of addictive substance I am gonna… I dunno, get fully addicted and be in withdrawal all the time I guess.”

  She strode to the door and pulled it open, getting a yipping Tweedle Dee jumping on her and wagging tails, begging for scritches with tongue lolling. “Hey buddy! Yeah! Let’s get out and go gather up some herbs and flowers and roots and such, because I’m going to go out of my mind otherwise. Or maybe do something in front of the whole team that I really regret ter.”

  She paused, then scratched Dee again down the head and back.

  “No, I’m not doing Fletcher in front of everybody else. Not doing it.”

  ***

  “Status report?” I asked from my workstation a good thirty minutes ter, upon hearing the door open.

  Surprisingly, it was Drat who spoke up from beyond the partition walls the natives had put in this afternoon. “Larelle and the guards slowly pulled back to the bridges just outside this ptform. The vilgers are gathered, but they’re not pushing the issue.”

  “Crimanitely.” Big sigh. Lots of big sighs.

  “An’s here with me. Trent is working on an escape ptform out in the marsh where we can take the eggs if there’s an emergency, and he can blow the bridge with one swift burst of mana.”

  “Cinzy?”

  “She’s not doing well,” he said.

  Another big sigh. This was supposed to be a nice, calm, easy job, where the native townsfolk love us and welcome us, and not a high stakes adventure story where the natives slowly come to loath us and overwhelm us with sheer numbers. Then there’d be a race against time while my people got pushed back and swallowed up like in a fracking zombie movie.

  Drat dratted on. “Bmes herself for not making the big announcement for you. She has a way higher Likability, so she’s right. It was a stupid move to let you speak. She’s been crying her eyes out for the st thirty minutes and An’s been trying to console her.”

  “That’s messed up,” I said.

  “All of this could’ve been avoided if she’d done her job,” he said.

  It was time to concoct a cure. I had made myself as presentable as I could, so it was time to work up a cure in the buff. We had sectioned off the hatchery with some curtains and partition walls so that people wouldn’t have to stare at each other’s naked bodies. Right now I could only hear Drat, I couldn’t see him.

  “Still, really harsh,” I responded.

  An came around the partition holding one of the binders of cy tablets. I needed these recipes, since I didn’t have them all memorized. Without a word, he cleared off space on the workstation and performed the spell again. He looked shaken, which was not something we could afford right now.

  “Hey,” I told him. “You clear out of here unless you can regute your emotions better, all right? These eggs need positive vibes.”

  He took a deep, cleansing breath, nodded sharply, and marched right out the door.

  “That was unexpected,” I said.

  “You know what else is super unexpected?” Drat said. “We aren’t the first humans these people have encountered.”

  “Um… you’re not going to pause for dramatic effect and make me guess what the heck you’re talking about, are you?”

  He paused. “Well I was, but you ruined it. So apparently what happened was, a group of us came in here a couple of weeks ago, and there was a serious altercation. That person used some sort of ability fueled by anger. I’m going to call it a Sorcerer or a Guardian ability. Probably not Wizard but I wouldn’t rule it out.”

  I let out a long breath. No wonder the majority of them weren’t happy we were here and didn’t want to accept that we couldn’t just solve all their problems instantly. After all, they saw us as the creators of their problems.

  “We’re going to fix this,” I said. “Did you find out who it was?” It didn’t matter, but there were only so many away teams that got allowed outside the castle.

  “I’ll have An send a message back to central HQ,” he said, “Ask about the away teams matching this kind of description. Trouble is, a lot of them are Rangers and Wizards, but they all have Guardian escorts in case of danger.”

  “Yeaaaaahhhhh,” I said.

  Some young idiot with newfound magical powers had been denied something he wanted, kicked up a fuss, and possibly killed any chance these eggs had of ever hatching. It was like wiping out a whole generation of these Nakamamon in their little vilge society.

  I needed to make this cure as fast as possible.

  “I’m gonna need An and Cinzy back in here, preferably with their shirts in order, and Larelle’s magmamander.”

  Drat had either already gone, or he disappeared without a word. This whole ‘I’m darkness, I’m the night,’ thing was getting old. But, in the spirit of keeping things light and cheerful in here, I pstered a smile on my face, started whistling while I worked, and started putting together ingredients, and getting the equipment in order.

  This is Christopher facing the realities of being a Healer in this world, and both loving it and hating it.