Banished Pt. 08

"Follow me," she said, and as I moved closely to her side, she shot me a little smile, then led me along a little pathway through a dense thicket, at the end of which lay the entrance to a cave.

Instinctively, I reached for my halberd, but Danica raised a hand and dismissed the gesture with a little chuckle.

"You can relax. This is my temporary base," she said, and as we stepped into the cave, I gasped, as the place was certifiably decked out for comfort.

There was an actual bed on the far side of the room, and a lounge chair with a coffee table beside it, strewn with books that looked surprisingly modern.

"Where did you get all this stuff?" I asked, and she smiled proudly.

"The furniture was custom made by the late, but great, Bellerophon himself. Check this out," she said, as she moved to the lounge chair, and as she stroked the length of the headrest, the thing began to fold into itself with little metallic clinks, just as our armor did when we sent it into storage mode.

I watched with interest as the thing, cushions and all, folded up until it was no more than a little disc that could fit on the palm of my hand, and as I picked it up, I marveled at how the thing felt no heavier than a wooden paper weight.

"How is it so cool in here?" I asked, as a little chill ran up my spine, and Danica pointed to something on one of the far cave walls.

"Temperature control module," she said. "You can install it in any enclosed space, really."

"Fuck me. Can I change my mind about coming with you?" I asked, and she giggled at me.

"Don't joke about that. If I decided I really wanted to, you'd be mine for good, you know?"

I snickered a little, as I had no doubt that that was true.

"Get out of that armor, and relax on the bed. I'll prepare us a little something that'll really blow your mind," she said, but as I moved to undress, I suddenly remembered that I'd been wearing nothing but a pair of boxer length pants underneath my armor for the past day.

"Do you mind if I keep it on? I'm not wearing much under here," I countered, and she shot me a dry look.

"Did I fucking stutter?" she asked nonchalantly, and I gulped, as I proceeded to strip my armor away.

As I lay down on her bed, however, a familiar and delicious aroma began to fill the room, and I gasped as she approached me with two mugs, steam wafting enticingly from them both.

"Is that coffee?"

"Genuine Columbian roast," she announced proudly, and I gasped as I brought a little sip of the scalding hot beverage to my lips, and gave it a tentative taste.

"Fuck me... if I didn't know it'd only been six days, I would have sworn I last had a good cup of coffee a hundred years ago," I crooned, as I took another whiff of that smooth, earthy scent.

As we sipped our coffee while waiting for the hot thing to cool, I suddenly noted Danica's eyes travelling across my body, and as my eyes moved over hers in kind, she licked her lips, and smiled at me.

"You know, it's been some time since I've had, how would you say, proper companionship," she said.

"Would have thought a woman like you could snag any lover she wanted," I replied, cracking a smile, and she shrugged.

"I could... and I have. Lost more of them that I care to count, too. Recently, though... I've found myself longing more and more for the touch of someone not yet tainted by this chaotic world," she clarified, and I studied her as she continued.

"This place changes you... hell, I know it's changed me. You become cold to the kinds of things you'd never even dreamed could happen in a thousand years... do you think you could remind me, though? Peel back the years a little, and find that person that's buried in here somewhere?"

I bit my lip, as I studied her.

"I'd certainly like to try; as long as this isn't getting in the way of your side-quest," I noted, and she laughed, a hearty laugh, as she set her cup down, and began to crawl across the bed towards me.

"Oh sweetie... this is the side-quest," she said, as she trailed a little line down my chest with her index finger.

I chuckled, finishing my drink in one swig, before setting down my cup on the nearby coffee table as well.

"You paid that much just for a little companionship?" I asked, and she snickered.

"Oh, I would have paid twice that much if you asked~. Tell you what... if I find your services to be of my liking, I'll even let you in on a few secrets," she teased, and I shrugged.

"I guess I'll try my best. Do you mind if I fulfill a little fantasy of mine, though?" I asked, and she studied me, an interested look on her face.

"Shoot. Can't turn you down until you ask," she said, and as I moved to the edge of the bed, I leaned down, and she spread her legs expectantly in front of me, but as I took one of her feet in my hand, keeping my own gaze fixed on hers, I slipped her foot out of her leather sandal, and placed a gentle, tentative kiss on the instep of her right foot.

"Ooh, I like the way you ask, sweetie," she crooned, and she continued to study my actions with wide eyed fascination as I continued to kiss along the top of her foot, before planting one more kiss just over her toes, and she cooed contentedly as I finally took her big toe into my mouth, and sucked on it a bit.

"Mmm, never had my toes sucked before... mommy like," she said.

"Not once in over a hundred years has a man worshipped these godly feet?" I asked, unable to contain my surprise, and as I resumed my oral assault on the thin, stubby digit she put a finger to her lips, as she shook her head.

I massaged the sole of her foot as I sucked on it, and as my hands wandered to her calves, I moved my kisses upwards to the well-toned muscle.

My mind momentarily flashed to the way she moved in our earlier fight; the power, elegance, and sheer majesty with which she delivered that kick, and I felt myself stirring as I worshipped this flawless specimen of a human.

I lapped at her legs, hungry to taste every inch of skin, and by the time I worked my way up to her thighs, the sultry scent of her aroused sex was wafting toward me, and I felt my pores flutter pleasurably as I inhaled deeply, basking in the glory of her aroma.

I was so enthralled by the scent, that I suddenly felt the desire to taste it, and I abandoned my tentative approach as I placed my hands on her hips, and dragged her forward to me, her dress sliding under her in the move.

She wore no underwear, and she was dripping wet.

Her pussy lips themselves were clean shaven, while a little patch of neatly trimmed hair ran from just above the hood of her clit to where her panty line would be, and without a second thought I went straight for her exposed sex, lapping at her dripping slit while intermittently sucking on it, overwhelmed by the desire to drink every drop of the sweet nectar she produced.

"Mmh, baby. You have the touch of an angel, but the tongue of a devil. Mommy likey very much," she crooned, as she wrapped her legs around my head, and I wrapped my arms around her hips as I sucked and licked hungrily to her delight.

It didn't take long before her hips began to buck as her first orgasm overcame her, but her eyes looked anything but satisfied.

"Come to mommy," she said, opening her arms, and as I moved into her embrace, she kissed me.

Her lips parted as our lips met in a smacking kiss, and we repeated the action again and again, with obscene smacking sounds in between each kiss as my rigid cock stood ready for duty; but as I adjusted my body, preparing for entry, she placed a hand on my chest, as she broke away from my lips.

"Here; I want you to hold me," she said, as she turned on her side, and guided my arms around her, and I complied, pulling her into my chest in a tight embrace, as she reached down, and guided my cock to her entrance.

I savored the heavenly feel of parting her lips with my cockhead, and sliding into her for the first time.

She was soft, and the entry made easy by her dripping wet walls, and I pulled her body close to mine as I reveled in the feel of the sensation.

"Mm, just like that, sweetie. Hold me close," she urged, and I nuzzled her neck, as she turned, and met my lips with another hungry, smacking kiss.

Her dress was bunched up just below her ribs, and I slid a hand under the thin, cotton fabric as I sought the swell of her breast with my hand, and she cooed, as my exploration finally brought my grasp around one of the fatty mounds, and I took the nipple there between my fingers, as I held her tight.

I slid slowly, tentatively, back and forth inside of her, and she cocked her hips back in response, coaxing me deeper inside, and I cooed as my cock finally bottomed out inside of her suckling womb.

"You feel fucking amazing," I said, as I ground my hips against her fleshy ass cheeks, and reveled in the feel of her deepest place nestled firmly around me.

I moved back and forth, rocking my hips and trying to press my cockhead into the deepest parts of her cunt, and she cooed again, before turning my face to her to continue our obscene kissing as we fucked.

I pulled her body tightly in my grasp, then let go of her breast, as I used the hand to get a firmer grip on her body, around her shoulder, and as she continued to moan into my lips as we kissed, I began to rock her body onto my cock with my hands in time with my thrusting, impaling her to the hilt each time, and she let out a screaming yelp each time I penetrated her fully.

"Fucking God, Nate! Keep that up!"

The movements were solid, but not frantic, and she caressed my head lovingly in response as I complied, nuzzling into her neck, and kissing the sensitive zone hungrily.

Danica, however, responded with a surprise of her own, as she began to subtly flex her pelvis in time with each impaling strike, squeezing my cockhead with laser precision every time I nestled myself, however briefly, into her deepest parts.

"If you keep that up, I'm gonna burst," I warned, and she cooed happily.

"Pump me full of that sweet cum, baby... just don't stop cumming until mommy tells you to stop."

Compelled by the intense desire to fulfill the demand of this goddess amongst women, I set about imaging the never-ending reservoir of cum that it would take to please her.

With each thrust, I felt myself nearing the cusp of an orgasm, until finally, I nestled myself deep inside of her just as she flexed, and the reservoir burst.

"Ughhhhaaaahhh!"

I grunted without reservation as I unloaded inside of Danica, and she began to moan and flex her hips repeatedly in those coaxing, vice like squeezes, and I felt my initial orgasm give way to wave after wave of pure orgasmic bliss, while rope after rope of thick, creamy semen spewed in a never-ending torrent.

All the while, I continued to thrust into her as I held onto her body for dear life.

How many spurts of cum did I fire into her womb?

I lost count, and I felt giddy as my body went into full auto-pilot, continuing those fucking motions while Danica's lips let stream a continuous series of 'ohs'.

I don't know when I went still, but I came back to reality with a stupefied expression on my face, as my spent cock slipped from Danica's pussy, followed immediately by an obscene stream of cum that leaked out of her hole.

I studied the sticky mess with a look of pride, and I gasped into a pair of plump, luscious lips as Danica suddenly kissed me, and she sucked on my upper lip a little before I could register, much less properly return the kiss.

We exchanged a few of those wet, smacking kisses, before Danica relented, and rested her head against me and let out a sigh of pure satisfaction.

"That was wonderful. You know, when I saw that special ability of yours, I had my doubts... but no one's fucked me like that in over a hundred years," she said.

"Special ability?" I asked, and she nodded, looking up into my eyes with a sparkly eyed expression.

"Lover's touch," she said. "Gotta be a unique ability, since I've never seen it before. Kind of makes me wonder what you've been up to since you got to this world," she teased, and I snickered a little.

"Well, if you want the honest answer, I've been having more sex since I got here than I had in my previous life in total," I replied, and she laughed.

"Gosh, I don't even wanna know how much thought you have to put into fucking to develop it into an actual ability; but keep it up, and there's gonna be some happy kitties in this world," she said, nuzzling me affectionately as she did.

"Maybe I would have had a little more luck on earth if I had special abilities to help me."

She scoffed.

"How many women did you sleep with before coming here?"

"Just one, actually."

"Well pardon me, but she must have been a royal cunt! Most abilities aren't really things that you just magically develop and start using; it's something you always had to some extent, that your core is defining by giving it a name, and appraising by assigning it a value. Now maybe your implant is making you more efficient at using it, or your core is accelerating the rate at which you're improving that use, but the bottom line is you were probably just always a fantastic lover, and any woman worth a damn should have picked up on that, and given you the appreciation that your talent deserved."

I traced a line along her back as she relaxed on top of me, when suddenly my fingers found a little imperfection, and as I studied the spot, I noticed a little faded scar.

"Huh... I thought our bodies were flawlessly self-healing," I said, as I fingered the outline of the old wound, and Danica glanced back, before chuckling a little.

"It heals what we want it to heal," she answered.

"So, you wanted to keep the scar?" I asked, and as I studied her, she bit her lip.

"The one responsible for that scar is who I came here to kill, actually."

"Irileth?" I asked, and she nodded. "So, you've fought her before?"

Danica laughed.

"Not a chance, sweetie. If you fight Irileth, either you die, or she does," she answered, and I studied her for a bit.

"So, how'd she give you that scar then?" I asked, and she sighed...

"It was another life, almost... so long ago, I can't even remember what I ate for breakfast that day. Irileth was my friend; we'd come here in different groups, and when I was still trying to find my feet, she took me up, and taught me how to live in this place."

I tilted my head at her.

"Irileth was human?" I asked, and she nodded, before a distant look appeared in her eyes. "Or was she... I'm not really sure, now that I think about it."

She rolled over, and lay back on my arm as she looked up at the cave ceiling.

"Back then, we'd made a pact. Neither of us would buy a ticket home until we had enough for the both of us... man, were we stupid back then..."

"So, what happened?"

"We never hunted otherworlders; only monsters, so it took us a while. But when we made it to fifty-five hundred credits? I'll admit, I felt nervous. I slept with one eye open for a while, but we kept pressing on, and eventually I began to think we were really gonna do it. Apparently, that was what Irileth was banking on. So, on the day that we made seven thousand credits; she put a knife in my back, right through my heart."

"Fuck," I cursed, listening as she continued on.

"She told me to transfer the credits, and she'd give me a healing shot; then left the shot ten feet away from me, as she dashed away with our combined credit haul. I tried to crawl there, and passed out three feet from the thing... didn't even remember using the shot, but I woke up healed, but with that scar. I guess my body just never let it heal completely."

"So, how'd she become a monster?" I asked, and she snickered a little.

"That's what happens when you buy a ticket home... they suck you up into that fancy glass tube, then take your core and use it to make a monstrosity."

"Wait... are you saying that all monsters were once human?" I asked, and she shook her head, as she trailed a little pattern on my chest with her fingertips.

"Only the sentient ones; or rather, the ones who were born sentient."

"So, there's really no leaving this place, huh..."

She shook her head.

"Earth is just a distant dream," she said. "I don't miss it, though. I miss moments like this, but no-one lasts long enough for me to really enjoy it, either. That's why I vowed to start taking out threats like Irileth. Maybe if I make this world a little less hostile, then I could find someone to relax and enjoy it with? Maybe even someone who can give me mind blowing orgasms?"

I snickered, as she shot me a suggestive wink.

"You and I have similar ambitions," I said, "even if I'm not able to fight things like Irileth. I just want my group to be able to settle down, and be able to live some semblancy of a normal life."

"Hnn~. If I tagged along, I could get you set up like you were playing a video game on easy mode," she said, but no sooner had she made the suggestion, than a pained look crossed her face. "Taking out Irileth comes first, though. I owe her at least that much."

As she trailed her fingers across my chest, I remained silent for a bit, before speaking again.

"So, does every otherworlder who uses a ticket become a 'forebearer'?" I asked, and she shook her head.

"They appear somewhere in this word as an isolated threat; a 'portent', we call them, because they are a sign of coming calamity. When the company decides it wants an area dead, or a person, they place a portent there, which in turn begins to spawn mindless, wandering beasts.

"When such a creature comes into contact with another sentient beast; be it another of its kind, a harbinger of another forebearer, or the forebearer itself; they fight, and the winner dominates the loser in a manner similar to the pledges that we extract from others ourselves.

"They then form a domain, and dominate and rule that territory, collecting the cores of otherworlders and humanoids alike, which they consume with an insatiable hunger."

"Do they retain any of their humanity?" I asked, and she frowned.

"They retain all of their memories; but what they become is a twisted version of themselves. They recall all of their experiences with a negative bias, and their view of the world is corrupted by hate, and a hunger which consumes them."

"But, can they be turned back?"

Danica shook her head.

"As far as I know, it's never been done," she said. "I've seen otherworlders and native humans resurrected from the cores left behind after dying, but once a core becomes monstrous, its humanity can never be restored."

"Humans can be resurrected?" I asked, and she frowned.

"It is a difficult, expensive, and often unsuccessful venture; but yes. A core is a collection of everything that a person was. Their memories, their abilities, their features. Everything is coded into that little thing... which is why monsters hunger for it. These are the very things they crave, and consume."

I bit my lips, as I studied Danica.

"I think I need to get back to my group," I said, and she sighed.

"I could kill everything in this forest just for a night with you," she said, sighing wistfully into my chest, and nuzzling me one last time before climbing out of bed, and stretching like a lazy cat.

She stepped out of the crumpled remains of her yellow sundress and cleaned herself up a bit, then retrieved another similarly styled dress, this one a pale blue, and quickly put on the thing, before turning to me.

"Before you leave, there's something I should tell you," she began. "You're developing another unique ability. Pretty rare one too; in fact, I've only ever heard of one other person having it."

"Oh? How do you do that by the way? Know about my abilities, I mean."

"Sensory perception," she explained. "When it's at a high enough level, I can tell what a person's abilities are at a glance, unless they have some sort of ability to prevent me from doing so."