“I have… a confession,” Cinzy said, and hissed out a breath. Her whole body slid against my chest and abs, and she rolled her hips to get me deeper into her ass. Her one hand was clapped over mine, forcing me to knead her glorious breast, and play with her nipple.

The huge bed from the estate creaked, and the incense continued wafting through the air, making the whole thing feel like a tavern from any sword & sorcery.

She was tight, extremely tight. Playing with her nipples and slowly grinding myself further and further into her back door only helped so much. The pressure was bewildering. I felt sure she would have played with herself while we were apart. I also couldn’t get over the sensation of her ass flexing and relaxing against my thighs and abs. It was enough to make a man finish in an instant, and I was thankful that I had skills and attributes to help handle the pure sexual being that Cinzy could transform into.

“Confess to me,” I commanded her in a breathy whisper.

“I thought about you every day,” she groaned.

“I thought about you every day as well,” I told her. Not only did I like having her around, and not only did I secretly get a bit of amusement out of her fighting with Poppy all the time, but she was also incredibly handy to have around. Good natured, fun, easy on the eyes. I liked her quite a lot, even if she hadn’t undermined an entire expedition’s ability to fight Ivy and Tara singlehandedly.

“Now what were you going to confess?” I asked, while drawing out and then slowly filling her back up to the brim once more. She hissed out a long breath filled with pain and pleasure.

I was teasing her now. Every time she started to speak I’d pull out, long and slow, or ease back in. We’d been apart for weeks, and she clearly hadn’t had anything inside her, let alone something this size. She’d whimper and freeze up and moan and sometimes shove just a little bit harder, to get me a little bit deeper.

“You can tell me,” I said, but when she started to speak I rolled us so she was on her stomach and I had the power to really pound her. For now, I just rested her on her incredible ass, in her incredible ass.

“Fletcherrrrrr,” she whined.

“I love you too,” I whispered.

She came then. Her whole body shuddered the moment she got one finger on her clit. Electric jolts lit her up.

Licking her ear while she recovered from the first of many climaxes, I told her what a beautiful and dirty girl she was. How perfect she looked with my cock up her ass, and how good it felt to be pressed up against her like this. She kept whimpering, her breath catching.

“How can you do that?” she whispered.

“Do what?”

“Tell me you love me… when you’re in bed with everyone else?”

“I’m only in bed with you right now,” I said, which wasn’t really an answer.

“That’s—” she stopped again as I picked up the pace. For several minutes we went like that, with me slowly pounding away at her, and her periodically reaching the height of pleasure, then tipping over the edge. And I’d call her a gorgeous, naughty girl, or breathe into her ear that she was a good girl.

“What were you going to confess?” I asked, as she came down from yet another climax.

“It’s… not important,” she mumbled. “Just fork me, please. I want you to cum all over me.”

“Come on now,” I said, slowly dragging my shaft out of her. “You can’t just bring it up and shut it down.

“I-in my mouth? On my face?” she asked, trying to arch her back and get more of me inside. I just backed off until she was on her hands and knees, with me holding her hips and staring at her back door.

“Come ooooooonnnn,” she whined.

“Once you tell me,” I told her.

“Ugh,” she grunted, and yelped when I smacked her glorious butt. I was tempted to pull her hair like Celine. “Fine! I… I had this fantasy while we were traveling. With Ivy and Isabelle.”

While I slowly slid in and out of her, she told me about all the nights they’d spent kissing and messing around in the dark, and sometimes before it got dark, when they thought nobody was watching.

I didn’t know if we could have a repeat of the motel that first night. Isabelle and Ivy had been on rocky ground, and I hadn’t been with them since their return. I was glad they were back to their happy, horny ways, and Isabelle had forgiven Ivy for trying to just have sex with me, without her girlfriend present.

“You want those two to lick your pretty pussy?” I breathed.

“Ohhhhhh…” she groaned.

“While I frack your tight little butt?”

“Oh my God,” she moaned.

“Or did you want to get involved with just them?”

She shook her head. It was hanging down, her hair dragging back and forth against the bed. I got two handfuls of her perfect breasts and gave her all I had. The fantasy was really doing it for me. Ivy and Isabelle were already hot enough, and when I got to be with them it was the experience of a lifetime. The idea of having Cinzy involved with those two really worked its magic on me.

“Do I get to watch while Ivy sits on your face and Isabelle grinds on your little pussy, and they make out with one another using you like a toy?”

Her breath caught.

“I could be into that.”

“Also Tara,” she mumbled, so quietly I almost didn’t hear.

“All four of you?”

She shook her head. “She was… she was playing with herself while Ivy and Isabelle… and she was curled up with me in the sleeping bag.”

The pregnant, leggy blonde engaged in sixty-nine with the blonde supermodel was enough. I pulled out and grunted. “I’m gonna—”

She whirled around and slid down with mouth open and eyes closed. Both hands were busy below, frigging herself front and back.

With my Qualities, I was astonished at the visual before me. I looked huge, and I produced enough to completely fill her mouth after giving her a messy facial.

We were far from finished. Refractory Period worked its magic and simply kept me hard. Cinzy relaxed on the bed, savoring the echoes of orgasms and the ability to make me pop off onto her face, only to stiffen again as she felt my fully hard shaft on her thighs.

“Still?” she asked.

“You didn’t tell me what you wanted,” I told her gently. Grabbing myself at the base, I ran the head up and down the length of her slit and caused more involuntary sighing, moaning, and sharply drawn breaths. “What is it you want with Ivy, Isabelle, and Tara?”

She didn’t reply for a long time, instead hunching forward to try to get me to slide into her. Instead I just teased her, again and again.

“Fletcher,” she whispered. Need dripped from that one word, turning it into something you’d only hear in porn.

“You still haven’t confessed,” I said, sliding up and down again. She was still so wet.

“I want… I want you in me,” she said, and grabbed at my hip. Combined with her humping up at me, she managed to wedge the head inside her hot, wet channel.

“Did you know that I’m highly fertile now?” I asked lightly.

She threw her head back, arched her whole self and clenched her teeth.

“You mentioned Tara,” I said, half joking. Tara was going to be in my bed in a few hours, if not earlier, and I was going to treat my baby’s mama to a string of life-changing orgasms. I had no idea what she would bring into this world, because she was about two months along at most, and looked to be about triple that. “You want a little Fletcher in you, just like Tara?”

She was sexing me now, from below. All I had to do was hold still and she would do all the work apparently.

“Oh my God, Fletcher,” she moaned.

“That doesn’t sound like a no,” I chided. Even now, I was undecided. And now wasn’t the time for introspection. It was time to drive Cinzy out of her mind. She had another orgasm once I stated moving for real, and grabbed onto my hips not long after. With licks to her throat and jaw that turned into kisses, I pounded Cinzy for all I was worth.

Moaning and gasping and whining and complaining and calling out to God, Cinzy took all the inches I could give her, again and again. Eyelids fluttered closed, her blush deepened, and her breathing quickened now that I started talking about permanent choices.

“You want my creampie?” I asked, and the response was nothing but her mouth working open and closed, her fingers clutching my butt, and the sound of my body slapping into hers.

“You want Fletcher’s seed inside you?” I asked.

In the end I made it her choice. On my back, it was her turn to ride me and drive herself wild. Her hips never stopped rising and falling, even as she stared at the ceiling and listened to me tempt her.

“Tell me,” I said finally. She had gone through climax after climax, and she had tightened around me. She looked like a pornstar, lightly coated in sweat and hair falling just right, her breasts high and pert, her abs defined and every curve of her exactly as they should be.

She kept right on bouncing on me, moaning and groaning.

“Tell me,” I told her.

“In… inside,” she whispered.

I did as asked, and with one final moan of uncertain horniness, she stopped riding me. Instead, one hand pressed against the spot just above her patch of hair and she shuddered.

***

“Healer Fletcher!” A voice called from outside. Cinzy bolted up in bed, then snatched up a sheet to cover herself. She peered at me, then at the door, then at me.

“It’s all right,” I told her.

“How is it all right?”

“They don’t just know about my sharing ability, they canvassed the whole town looking for citizens who wanted to get healing abilities to help the town. Meaning they collected people who wanted to get in bed with me.”

“Ew! Fletcher, you’re not supposed to tell a girl you just had sex with that you’ve been sleeping around with everyone in town who’ll get in bed with you.”

“None of them are as gorgeous as you?” I tried.

She narrowed her eyes. “Good try.”

“I mean it’s true. I don’t really understand how, but you’re one in a billion.”

A lazy and satisfied grin spread across her face, and I succeeded a Seduction check. It told me that flattery would get me everywhere. It was then replaced by a scowl. “Are you using abilities on me to make me not upset with you?”

I held up my hands in surrender. “I am not. Cross my heart.” How could I? She was leagues above me in Likability and social skills.

I noted that there was a Fertility and Durability check involved, but the UI was not giving away the result. I laughed it off. If Cinzy was pregnant we would probably find out sooner rather than later.

After a thoroughly dance-filled, musical extravaganza involving a surprising amount of glowing body paint, I went to work on the individual cures for all the town’s eggs. The people of Flunt-on-the-Rustle helped with the gardening, and I spoke directly to everyone with Verdant Rejuvenation, along with everyone else who stuck around to watch and listen. We skipped around to different neighborhood gardens, which were shared by ten or twenty houses. Teaching wasn’t really my thing, but I did enjoy giving out information to those who would listen. Cinzy helped keep them from falling asleep with her abilities, and I was both grateful and a little annoyed that it was necessary. Why didn’t all these people find plants and flowers as interesting as me?

I showed them about hardwood and what it was for, the mana plants and where they were necessary, then divinity plants and what they were used to do. With Verdant Rejuvenation they weren’t required to go to the ends of the planet to harvest these things, but the ability didn’t create plants from nothing. They did need seeds and samples to begin these medical herb gardens and fruit orchards.

Lucky for them, I’d already planted a vast swath of weird stuff at the estate they let me use. While I showed them what to do and how to use these plants, I asked them to gather up a collection of seeds and cuttings so I could get moving in a couple of days and be equipped to handle whatever came next.

After the gardening, we returned to the lab for the basic potion making demonstrations. We’d go through all the affected eggs, aspect by aspect, and we’d only done the water aspect cure before the situation exploded.

“Fire and lightning first,” I told the assembled townsfolk. Mostly this was the dozen females I’d inducted into abilities, but some other interested people had joined. These two aspects weren’t even remotely similar, except that they didn’t take a whole lot of time to craft. Fire required a reddish moss, fire moss, which the UI told me was quite addictive and could put me in a euphoric state if I used it.

“I have quite enough euphoria in my every day sex life,” I told the UI quietly, and received a couple of scandalized gasps with a few chuckles. Apparently I’d been too loud. “Whoops.”

 while grinding up the other ingredient that was most obvious: ash. It was the hardwood of choice for this cure. After that, I added the burnt remains of sundrinker petals.

A few hours of stirring, heating, and mana infusion later, I had myself another Develop Cure check.

Develop Cure (small/fire) Check: Currently, you have the Develop Cure (Small) skill at level 6, Develop Cure (all aspects) at level 1, and Affinity at level 10. Other applicable skills are unranked. Your aspect-specific knowledge lowers the difficulty of this check by 2. As this is not an illness to be cured, this check is Extreme difficulty. Would you like to spend your 10 Tokens to succeed automatically?

Total Tokens: 9 Affinity and 8 Free Tokens.

Using Arcane Alchemy hadn’t been enough to save me from spending 8 Affinity Tokens when engaging with a dozen different women from the town. I bared my teeth at the message, then spent 6 Tokens to lower the difficulty down to 8, then crossed my fingers.

When the success message came, I sagged into my chair. Azalea and April came over to see what the matter was. April hadn’t gotten the hang of having several tails, and brushed them against the lab equipment, nearly knocking over several glass jars of cure base.

“I’m good,” I said. “Low on Tokens.”

April knelt before me, a concerned look deepening as she glanced around my face and body. We had found clothes, but they weren’t much; she bulged in every direction, nearly bursting out of the shirt’s low neckline. She had one of those perfect lines of cleavage that ran straight down the center of the soft cottony shirt she’d been given, with the yellow stripes. Someone had also given her a loose navy skirt with matching stripes.

“Is all well, Master Fletcher?”

“Not you too,” I groaned.

She made a confused noise. “Whatever do you mean?”

This is Christopher not ready to add April to my long list of partners. Not yet.