The Bonding Chronicles Ch. 17

It was as sexy as it was lewd, and as Andrew kicked off his clothes with clumsy and frantic haste, both women looked up towards him, their breath coming amidst mewling noises of passion and desire, their eyes begging him to hurry. Sara was panting, catching her breath while thick strands of clear viscous syrup extended down from her upper lip and chin, connecting her to Karen's aching pussy. Andrew could only see the brunette's thick bush, shocking amounts of nectar saturating her forest of manicured hair.

Thunderfoot sat off to the side, resting beside the pond with surprise and lust in his eyes. His front paw had been regrown, and Andrew assumed that had been all that Karen could accomplish before needing to recharge. The rabbit's large dick declared the effect that Karen's attempt at replenishing her strength was having on the magical creature, it's eyes glued on the strange yet enticing scene that was playing out before it, between frantic laps and licks along its own swollen and pulsing member.

Andrew turned his gaze back to the girls, finding the sight of the rabbit both disturbing and yet regrettable. There was nothing they could do to help the struggling animal with its problem, yet his own lust had driven him to a point where even that thought had been difficult to form, desire clouding everything except his need to satiate his mates.

Moments later, Andrew dove into the heady currents of their ardor filled embrace, becoming as consumed by his withheld needs as the women who settled against him. Their bodies danced together as arms and legs stroked sweat coated flesh, lips meeting lips and exploring salty sweet vistas of joy and passion. Andrew had no idea who he kissed, or who caressed his back, butt and cock, all he cared about was that all consuming sense of pleasure that built up in their bodies, felt by Andrew in acute and painful detail.

Soft and feminine moans filled the air, accentuated by the deep thrum of Andrew's primal vocalizations. Moments turned to minutes, time losing meaning within that ocean of lust that they had build together, the stresses and anxiety of that night transforming into a tidal wave of primal need as they accepted that the danger had finally passed.

No matter how hard he tried to remember, he could not figure out how he had ended up where Sara had been when he arrived. Karen's fingers caressing his scalp, gliding through his hair as his tongue danced between the thick and meaty folds of her lustful cunt. Every caress of his lips were expertly placed, her honey rich juices saturating his palate and egging him onward.

His moans escaped him in ragged and broken pleas for release, as Sara coaxed more and more of his precum from his quivering dick. Just like Karen, Sara was laying on her back, but unlike the older woman, she was positioned beneath Andrew, his legs reaching out to her either side as he rested on his knees.

Andrew could feel Sara's grip on his shaft as she stroked him with masterful timing, his hips rising and falling as she guided his cock into her eager mouth with every downward descent. The angle was not kind to Sara, who gasped and sputtered around Andrew's invading cock as it hit the back of her throat, her muffled cries barely heard by Andrew over the sound of his own slurping. He hated to hurt his love, but knew that Sara was in no pain, her muffled cries a lie in the face of her own pleasures. Her hand glided over his sensitive flesh as it was pulled from her mouth, sending rivers of their fluids cascading down her face, before he once again came crashing down into her.

Karen seemed to luxuriate in her position of privilege, the only thing requiring her attention was Andrew, who played her body like the masters of old.

"Caligula would be proud!" Karen gasped as her back arched, admiration dripping from her nascent thought.

Unlike Sara, Andrew took his time, knowing that Karen appreciated his slow and methodical approach, the older woman feasting on the growing pleasure that he built up within her. Each flick of his tongue landed at the perfect moment, and was placed with exacting purpose. It wasn't until she neared release, her growing desire cresting that mountain that rose up within them all, that Andrew knew what she needed.

Her entire sex was coated in a thick flotsam of their desires, everything running down between her thighs until it pooled on the moss-coated forest floor beneath them. Andrew withdrew his fingers from her clenching and quivering pussy, the inflamed lips of her wide-open sex clinging to his digits with obvious regret at their departure. She whimpered her plea, begging for Andrew to return to what he had been doing, but as his tongue gently toyed with her sensitive clit, her back arched in surprise at what he had decided to do with his newly freed hand.

Karen's eyes went wide with shock as Andrew traced a small circle around the hypersensitive ring of muscles that lined her rectal entrance. Satisfaction coursed through her body, dancing along that sensation of surprise, as one of her greatest secrets was revealed. Her stunned look gave way to a smile, and Andrew could almost hear her thoughts as she realized it was only a matter of time until her taboo yearnings had been revealed to him. Karen's breath deepened, her sensual gratification speeding out from her and traveling between her two lovers unlike ever before.

Andrew pushed his finger into her with gentle care, her firm muscles resistant to the pressure he exerted. Karen gripped his head, pulling him into her dripping folds with tremendous force, and as his finger sank to the second knuckle, he felt her rectal muscle soften, welcoming him into her with an eagerness he did not expect.

Sara gripped his hips and pulled him further into her mouth, his cock jerking and tensing within her throat as he struggled not to release his load. Andrew pulled his finger back, slowly working it in and out of Karen's tight ass with the same rhythm he used to fuck Sara's face, his red-haired seductress moaning as she choked and gasped around his plundering cock, spit and pre-cum gushing out at the edges of her lips with every thrust.

Karen was the first to scream out, her own climax creating a shockwave that released Andrew and Sara from their own torment. Every ounce of pent up pleasure they had built up over that unknowable time flared to life like a supernova of exquisite joy. Sara quivered beneath Andrew, her arms gripping his ass and refusing to let his cock escape from her greedy lips as she drank from his fountain, gush after gush of thick rich cream flooding her mouth and pouring down her eager gullet.

Each pulse of cum sent shivers across the young woman's body, furthering the carnal enjoyment that cascaded across her feminine frame. Her nipples tingled in tune to her quivering quim as she fought to sate her own desires, Andrew's thick seed the delivery method for her salvation.

Andrew almost lost his vision at the force of his profound release, the aching in his balls turning to satisfaction that echoed out into the night, demanding to be heard as he screamed into the meaty folds of Karen's female flesh. His heartfelt cry furthered the older woman's climax, as vibrations stimulated every nerve in her soaking passage.

Sara's lips made a loud wet noise as Andrew's dick left her satiated mouth, cum and saliva still dangling from his softening tip as she took a deep and well earned breath of cool nighttime air. She could barely move, her body weak from oxygen deprivation, and while Sara struggled to recover, Karen just laid on her back, staring up towards the sky with a blissful smile spread across her face.

Andrew stood on shaky legs, bringing his hand to his face and noting the earthy fragrance of Karen's rear passage that clung to his finger with tenacity. In a strange way, Andrew found it oddly erotic, knowing where his finger had been, and the extreme reaction it had brought to his loving mate. His dick wiggled, stiffening a bit at the thought of where Karen wanted him to bury it.

The pungent odor from his finger once again played games with his reasoning, the familiar stench reminding him of the waste he had spent a lifetime avoiding, but her overwhelming sexual satisfaction making him wonder how much joy her forbidden passage could provide. He was still growing hard, lust overcoming his reason, when his attention was drawn to the beautiful woman who looked up at him from the forest floor. Karen was giggling at his reaction, and seemed to know the conflict that was taking place within him.

Andrew had never seen the older woman blush, the rosiness of her cheeks made all the more spectacular by the dark frame of her luxurious hair. He tried to hide his trepidation as the scent of her unorthodox desire revisited him, and failed, causing Karen to speak, "Had I known, honey, I would've prepared myself properly."

The young man walked to the pond, rinsing his hand while he tried to decipher the meaning of Karen's words. Anal sex was not an unknown concept to Andrew, but the lack of sexual desire that characterized his life to that point had once again left him feeling ignorant of things that others seemed to understand naturally. It was clear to Andrew that Karen thought he would know what she meant by her statement, and for a moment his old anxieties began to build up within him, until he was reassured by something deep inside — Karen would be happy to explain, and would never judge him for his lack of experience or knowledge.

He tried not to look at Karen, who continued to gaze up through the canopy of the forest while he made his return, instead lowering himself atop Sara who purred and sighed as he settled against her. Sara's face was a wet mess of white and clear frothy fluids, the skin around her mouth red and slightly swollen from the task she had just completed. For a moment, Andrew was worried, until he saw the look of complete satisfaction that rested in Sara's eyes.

"I finally beat that bitch," she whispered, her smile furthering the joy that spread across her face.

Andrew looked into her happy expression, confusion dominating his features while he struggled to figure out who his girlfriend seemed to hate so much. It wasn't until Sara's grin split, her tongue slipping out and scooping the errant cum that coated the edges of her mouth, that Andrew remembered who she was talking about. He laughed along with his spirited girlfriend, both of them remembering the dream version of Sara that had helped to ease them into their relationship during those first few weeks.

It felt like a lifetime ago since they first bonded, and that cat-woman version of Sara that greeted them every night during those first few weeks seemed so far away from the people they had become. In many ways, Andrew knew that the dream-woman had shaped Sara in more ways than she recognized, and had pushed Sara towards the oral loving vixen that laid beneath him. She had been commanding and assertive, awakening Andrew and Sara to a world they were not ready for at the time.

As those memories faded, Andrew knew that the cat-girl had served her purpose, and that the woman he gazed upon was more than the dream could have ever promised.

"You've always been better than her, my love," Andrew stated, pausing to gaze into her cum-drunk eyes before he concluded, "Because she might have been my fantasy, but you are more amazing than I could have ever dreamt of."

They kissed, Sara smearing their fluids across Andrew's face as he sank into her embrace. Part of Andrew knew he should be disgusted by his own cum, but as he felt it coating his lips, and covering his cheeks, he failed to care. Their intimate moment carried on for several minutes, until Andrew pulled back and smiled down upon the love of his life.

No words were spoken, none needed to be. They knew how they felt, the bond relaying the depth of their devotion with perfect clarity, Karen's joy mixing with theirs as she stood and stretched above them. Andrew and Sara took turns licking each other clean, Karen's hand sliding along Andrew's back as she walked passed the young couple who were completing their sexual ritual.

"Ohhh, you poor little guy," Karen stated from just out of sight, and as Andrew pulled away from Sara, lifting his head to see what Karen was talking about, he could see Thunderfoot who was still slathering his large, aching cock with long forceful strokes of his tongue, desperate to satisfy the cravings that had built up within him.

As Karen drew close, the rabbit looked up, his dark eyes having lost their innocent edge, pleading for her to release him from his pain. Andrew could feel Karen's struggle, knowing that she was not attracted to what she saw, but her nature begging her to help her new friend.

Karen knelt down beside Thunderfoot, brought her hand up between her legs and coated her palm in her own thick syrupy fluids.

"Let's see if I can't take care of this little problem for you."

Karen took the rabbits five-inch cock into her hand, its long and slender shape seeming to twitch and move with a will of its own. Andrew tried to watch, but his stomach turned at the sight of Thunderfoot's strange, bright-pink penis as it slid through Karen's grip, and within a couple of seconds he was forced to look back at Sara. The thought of what Karen was doing disturbed him, and while he knew it was the kind thing to do, something about it refused to sit right with him.

Sara continued to watch for several moments, arousal building up within her. Looking up at Andrew, his expression must have revealed his revulsion, because she scrunched her face as if to say, "hey, he needs it," and when that didn't work, she pulled Andrew down and kissed him with passion and care.

As their tongues danced, all he could hear were the noises generated by Karen's selfless act, the squelching sound of Karen's palm haunting him with every passing moment. Andrew loved Sara all the more for how she had tried to distract him from what Karen was doing, but he was finding it difficult to understand how his red-haired mate could be growing more and more aroused by the wet sounds they were forced to listen to.

It didn't take long before the rabbit began making loud chirruping noises, which grew in intensity as it neared climax. Sara looked over, excitement in her eyes as she studied the scene before her. Andrew decided to push aside his judgement, and kissed her neck, helping her savor that moment, knowing that If he couldn't appreciate what was happening, the least he could do was help her to explore those new desires that they had just discovered within her.

Sara's heart raced, and her breathing was growing heavy as Thunderfoot released all of his pent up desires. A short time later, Thunderfoot settled, a loud exhale declaring his completion, and Andrew could hear Karen walk over to the pond where she cleaned her hands in the cool, clear waters. Upon opening his eyes, Andrew looked over and was confronted with a large pool of semen that was slowly spreading out across the ground just before the jackalope. Looking back down, he saw the mesmerized expression on Sara's face, and resolved himself to discuss this strange development with her at a later time.

He thought about what had just happened, and knew he was not jealous of her attraction to another person, Karen's infatuation with Tani'm had helped him know that about himself. So, he wondered if it was because Thunderfoot was a man- No, not a man he corrected himself; a creature. It was in that moment he realized that he was bothered with the fact that while watching Karen stroke the large beasts cock, Sara was imagining what it would have felt like to have it pierce her body, all that cum being forced into her as she was bred by a feral creature.

It was a confusing realization, and not something Andrew ever thought he would be forced to wrestle with. So many questions were brought to the surface; Would he have minded if the creature looked human? What if it was a human? He was forced to admit that he was uncertain what his reaction would have been, but something told him he would have accepted a human more easily; even if it was a man. Then, for a brief moment, he wondered if perhaps this had always been part of her nature, or if it was something brought to the surface by the changes he had made, in order to make her a full Therian.

Karen didn't seem to hold the same disgust that welled up within Andrew, but he was happy to sense that she at least didn't seem to enjoy what she had been compelled to do. He could feel her emotions through their bond, and she was happy to have brought relief to the jackalope, but at no point had Andrew sensed arousal, only compassion.

Sara, on the other hand, seemed to have discovered something about herself that none of them had known, and like always, she held no shame about those desires. She looked up at Andrew and smiled, blowing out a warm breath as she tried to shake off the sexual urges that had built up within her.

"That was hot," she said with a sly grin, her expression broadening as she saw the look on her mates face.

Andrew let go of his worry, laying back down beside Sara, who turned to face Karen and the rabbit. Andrew shimmied up behind her and wrapping her in his arms, her lust fading away as contentment filled her heart at the feeling of Andrew's embrace.

Karen sat down beside the satiated animal, reaching out with her mind and discovering just how difficult it would be to regrow Thunderfoot's leg. The bones and muscles were powerful and strong, and the task felt like it would take forever. Each ounce of material required far more energy than Karen expected.

Andrew spooned with Sara, watching Karen who sat beside the large rabbit while she worked. Sara's head rested on Andrew's arm, one of her hands caressing his forearm, while her other arm reaching behind her, where she ran her fingers along his thigh in small playful circles. Andrew used his one free hand to caress Sara's midsection, the soft contact a tremendous comfort as they savored the aftereffects of their sexual adventure.

Whatever urges had been revealed within Sara, Andrew knew her heart belonged to him. Despite his confusion, he recognized that in her own way, Sara's urges were natural, and took nothing from her love of him. Soon, as they lay there caressing each other in a slow and intimate way, Andrew realized that this was going to be one of those things that his upbringing would force him to fight. That understanding alone was enough to allow him to stop following those errant thoughts, and focus on that moment alone; holding Sara and watching Karen, the two women who gave his life meaning, and made him whole.

While that sense of completeness simmered within Andrew's soul, he began to feel a flutter in the center of his being. He closed his eyes and smiled, a tiny and dim sprite danced within his mind, barely visible beside Karen's neon blue icon, and the large amber ocelot that yawned before laying down at the foot of The Monolith. Tani'm's point of light gave off the faintest hint of green, but unlike Karen and Sara, he had no sense of her from it, her emotions were as distant and unknowable as they always had been. Despite that, he knew it was Tani'm with the same certainty that he knew his eyes were purple.

The Monolith looked much like it always had, the only difference being a new icon that was visible on its surface. The glyph was of a faceless head, silhouetted in violet and oscillating in intensity as it begged to be touched and activated.

Andrew floated forward, and as his translucent lilac fingers made contact with the icon, a menu appeared. He had never seen the interface before, and in it he found three names; Sara and Karen were listed, their names highlighted with the same color as their sprites, rich-amber and light-sky-blue respectively. He had never known that Sara's middle name was Lee, not until he saw it on that screen, but more than that, he was shocked to see Karen listed as Catherine Berger.