The Bonding Chronicles Ch. 19

Andrew paused, and both women could sense he was considering something he didn't really want to focus on. So, after a moment Sara caressed his cheek and said, "Glad you're finally on the team, 'School is for suckers.'"

He swelled with love for Sara, and how she had tried to pull him out of his momentary funk, but something about her words seemed to hit the nerve he was avoiding.

"Anyway, sorry about that... Before I explain the second observation I made today, I need to know something. Karen, what was it like when you first started using your empathic gift?"

Karen looked at Andrew with worry in her eyes, his change in direction doing little to ease her concern.

"God, Andrew. That was a long time ago..." She paused, reaching back into her deep memory.

"Was it like a breeze or something you could feel in the air. Something that blew through you, sharp and warm with anger, or cold and scratchy with worry?"

Karen's face went white as she heard his description, Andrew's words bringing back her memories better than she ever could.

"Yeah... Exactly. What's going on?"

Andrew chuckled with nervous laughter as he watched Sara give Karen a deep and loving kiss.

"His ritual is doing to you exactly what it did to me, dear. He's gaining some of your abilities."

It made sense, and as soon as Sara stated it, Karen knew that she was right. Further, through their bond, they could tell that Sara had just given voice to the suspicion that Andrew already had.

Before anyone could react, Karen reached down and scratched Andrew on his bicep. It was a surprise to Sara and Andrew, who flinched and gripped at his arm where a deep cut had been made in his flesh.

"Hey... What gives?"

Blood was oozing out between his fingers in a slow trickle, before vanishing down his body with the flow of water. Karen gripped his wrist and pulled his hand away, Andrew providing no fight as he waited to see what she was doing.

Her gaze was locked on the narrow cut she had made, seeming to appraise the edges of the wound as she counted down the moments. It took a second before Andrew realized what Karen was trying to discern.

"She's checking to see if I gained her healing factor," Andrew provided to Sara, who looked back at him questioningly, realization still not hitting her.

Karen returned her eyes to his, and stated with a stern voice, "Damn it, Andrew. This is serious. Stop making light of it with references to comic book movies."

"Hey now, honey. I would never joke around about becoming Wolverine."

The veil of confusion was lifted from Sara's eyes as she turned her attention on Karen. "Wait, you just heal, like all the time?"

Karen was still studying Andrew's wound, and seemed satisfied that he had not gained her ability to heal. With slight effort she stopped his bleeding, but left the cut in place. She leaned down and gave Andrew a gentle kiss.

"Sorry for cutting you, I didn't mean to go so deep."

Andrew continued to rub his arm, the split flesh stinging in the warm shower water and forcing a grimace from him.

"And yes, Sara, my body constantly heals itself. While it's saved my life a few times, it's also proven dangerous on other occasions. Unlike my other gifts, I can't turn it off and I can't control it."

Sara just squinted and grinned, looking every bit the mischievous cat they knew and loved. With lightning speed she reached out a single finger, and opened a deep and long cut on Karen's upper chest that ran along her collarbone.

"Are you sure that's still true?"

While she spoke, Sara's eyes were glued to her handy work, watching as the wound had already begun to close. Her eyes were like saucers, marveling at how quickly Karen's torn flesh pulled itself back together.

Karen could tell that her healing had changed. It had always been her most efficient gift, but somehow it had become even more so, drawing barely anything from her as it worked with unknown speed to mend her wound. She tried to find the spell that powered it, but found nothing. So, while the healing was still taking place, she focused all of her will on trying to stop it.

For the first time in over a century she willed her gift to stop working. She asked and pleaded with herself for the healing forces to withdraw from her wound and leave it alone, but nothing happened. Her flesh tingled and moved as if with a will of its own, drawing back together and mending until her pristine flesh was standing where the wound had just been.

"Nope, still can't stop it, but it's much more efficient now."

Andrew shook his head and laughed while he kept his hand on his own cut.

"That's fantastic, honey." He shifted his gaze between Karen and Sara, making sure they were both looking down at him before he continued. "New family rule, no more cutting each other. That's a habit I don't want us to form."

Karen turned off the water and pulled her mates into her arms. "That sounds perfect to me."

They all agreed, and as they pulled apart Andrew and Karen were taken aback by the lust that poured off of Sara as she asked, "So who's getting the ritual tonight?"

She didn't wait for a response before she began to pull them towards the bedroom, her sweet scent overpowering the floral notes from Karen's body wash. Andrew and Karen's lust picked up to the level she had set, and by the time they arrived at the bed they were all breathing heavy, their skin tingling with the anticipation of what was to come.

Andrew wasted no time, following Sara as she backed up onto the mattress, climbing up on top of her and meeting her lips with his own. Their mouths participated in a gentle but seductive dance, neither of them noticing as Karen lit a few candles and turned off the lights. She had just reached the side of the bed when Andrew and Sara pulled apart at the center of the large and soft mattress, their eyes clouded in a fog of overwhelming desire.

"We won't all be together like this again until Friday, so I think Karen deserves a few memories to hold onto."

Warm light cascaded across Andrew's small but muscular body as he held himself above Sara, speaking between deep and passion filled gasps. Sara's fingers glided across his chest and abdomen as he held himself above her, admiring how every muscle in his midsection stood out. Sara whimpered as her lust addled mind processed his words, realizing he was right.

With a predatory smirk, Karen climbed onto the bed, burying her face into Andrew's neck and breathing deep his masculine scent. Sara heard them conspiring against her, Karen asking Andrew, "Would you mind getting your desert from our red haired little minx here?"

He kissed her with conviction, savoring the way Sara's fingers caressed his body while Karen melted against him.

"Of course not," he whispered, using the last of his restraint as he trailed kisses down Sara's athletic body.

Karen laid down beside Sara, her head resting on one arm while the other traced a line up between Sara's perky C-cup breasts. Sara was squirming and beginning to pant with anticipation as Andrew sunk lower onto the bed, his thin lips traversing a lazy path down her body.

Andrew's chin was tickled by the short hairs that had begun to grow on Sara's pubic mound. The shaving she had performed for him was being replaced once more by the young woman's natural pelt. Her scent was overpowering, drawing Andrew in and welcoming him to the treasure he craved, and knew he could never live without.

The moment his lips first made contact with Sara's inner thigh, Karen began to nibble on Sara's neck, her hand sliding down over her lover's medium sized breast and kneading her sensitive skin. Andrew did not need Karen's gift to know how their mate was reacting to everything they were doing, but he found that it helped.

Together, Andrew and Karen worked liked professionals to bring Sara to the brink of orgasm, every desire she had was met by their skilled administrations, and just as that tower of pleasure was about to topple, they both slowed down, changing their rhythm and pulling her off of the edge of release and further from her goal. She wanted to reach down and grab Andrew, pulling his face into her pussy and riding his ridges until she got what she needed, but she knew the nature of their game, and resisted the temptation.

"Good girl," Karen whispered into her ear, nibbling it with her teeth and eliciting a moan from Sara, who bucked at the combination of sensations that Karen and Andrew were giving her. "You'll get your treat, little kitten... Eventually."

Karen had never seen Sara look so helpless or pleading as she did in that moment, the sight lingering with her as she slid down and sucked the small woman's nipple into her mouth, tweaking and teasing the other nipple with her hand.

"Ohhh, GOD!" Sara pleaded into the warm and humid room, the scent of the candles lost behind the fragrance of those supernatural people.

Andrew's face was a wet and sloppy mess, Sara's thick and flavorful juices running down his chin as he pulled back for a quick breath. Strands of grool connected him to her as if to guide him back home, and after he took his last gasp of freedom, he returned to the captivity he had chosen.

It was there, trapped between her powerful thighs that he felt at peace. For the first time that day, every ounce of his attention was on her, sensing her thoughts and guiding his actions. Every nerve of her body spoke to him with a slippery and seductive voice, whispering to him of desires and deeds both loving and debauched. All his worry and concern over their lives and what unknown things lay before them were lost to the delightful flesh that demanded his attention.

Sara was frantic, her body squirming and her voice ragged with half spoken pleads for release. Karen had accepted that her sheets would be ruined minutes before, their strong mate having torn through them as she tugged and struggled not to take what she needed.

A gentle caress of Karen's foot to Andrew's side was all the communication it took to start the process of delivering their girl from the torture of their affections. Sara had been riding the edge of an orgasm for nearly a half hour, her muscles shivering and twitching in overwhelming anticipation. It had reached the edge of pain when she felt their intentions shift, and knew that salvation was just around the corner.

Andrew stood and mounted his mate, Karen remaining attached to Sara's nipple while he pushed himself inside of her. His dick was as hard as iron and slick with his precum, sliding into her aching womanhood. Andrew sighed while Sara's vision pulsed with the beat of her frantic heart, every centimeter that Andrew filled feeling alive with pleasure and purpose.

It only took a minor flex of Andrew's pelvic floor to cause Sara to cum, her pussy clenching down on him the moment his cock jerked inside of her. He remained still as he held himself above his mates, Karen still administering to Sara's sensitive breasts while the sounds of the redhead's climax filled the room.

Having Andrew inside of her as she came intensified Sara's experience, her head lashing from side to side as her body jerked and spasmed with uncontrollable movement.

"Freakin' hell," Sara pleaded mid-spasm, her body squirming and wiggling as she tried to distance herself from Karen and Andrew, who continuing to stimulate her body with gentle prods that maintained her orgasm well beyond anything she had ever experienced — and for her, that was saying something.

Andrew flexed with a seemingly arbitrary rhythm, but connected to Sara as he was, he knew it was exactly what she needed to keep her nerves firing. Every moment she remained floating within that tsunami of erotic bliss he felt energy flowing into him. It was restoring all of the magic he had spent keeping her disguised through the day, until his core was once more full, and what was left began to vanish into the great unknown.

After a few minutes of teasing Sara through the longest and most powerful orgasm of her life, they all collapsed into a panting ball of arms and legs, giggling and laughing with unrestrained joy.

"Well, that definitely gave ME something to remember," Sara gasped with a broken voice.

Andrew and Karen laughed as they leaned in and kissed Sara on each cheek, loving their mate all the more for the person she was. Andrew nestled against Karen, pulling Sara in close and gave voice to his thoughts.

"It's kinda crazy how connected we are. I barely did anything to stimulate myself, and yet I feel like I just came, too."

Karen nodded her agreement, her hand joining Andrew's as they pet Sara's still shivering body.

Sara was seeing stars, her heart racing as her body struggled to settle down. She felt charged, as if the night was young and her day still stood before her.

"Whatever you think you're feeling, I'm telling you, it's nothing like what's going on over here."

They laughed at Sara's pronouncement, acknowledging the truth of her statement as they felt the pleasure that still tickled the young woman's skin. Not wanting to wait any longer, Karen climbed over Sara, whispering, "Excuse me," as she passed above the dazed woman.

A moment later, she was straddling Andrew, the moist folds of her womanly flesh pressed against his five inch cock. Karen could feel the lingering moisture of Sara's lubricant as it came into contact with her own potent concoction, creating a tingling sensation as their juices mixed.

Biting her lip, she stated, "You feel so enticing, young man."

Andrew grinned as he drew a deep breath, enjoying how she felt as she teased the length of his turgid member between her thick and meaty folds. Sara's vaginal lips were so trim and slender, puffy with her arousal and yet still firm and streamlined. Karen was a story of a different kind, her labia creating an orchestra of texture and contours. There was nothing subtle about Karen's vagina, proclaiming for anyone who saw it in its full aroused glory just how eager she was for the companionship her mates offered.

Karen talked to Andrew and Sara over the course of the next ten minutes, building Andrew and her pleasure with a soft and gentle rhythm while they discussed their day.

Sara talked more about her lessons than Andrew or Karen had expected, the traditionally aloof young woman seeming to have awakened a lust for learning that they all appreciated. Andrew explained the phases his day had gone through, and the excitement he had at what he was planning to do for his next art project.

Karen and Sara were rapt with attention, the older woman gasping periodically as the head of Andrew's dick stimulated her clit in an unexpected and intense way.

"Anyway's, all the places I've called so far either laughed me off the phone, or hung up before I finished asking. It's kinda frustrating, really."

Sara leaned over and shared a kiss with her man. "You'll figure this out, SD. You always do."

"This feels important, honey," Karen added, moving further forward and concentrating for a second before she slid back down, sheathing Andrew inside of her. "I know what you're learning this for, but something tells me it will be a doorway to powerful and unknown things."

Her voice was broken and stilted, but she got her message across. Andrew focused on his mate, feeling her lust and desire in acute detail, his gift and the new empathic spell sharing her feelings with him. Andrew leaned forward, supporting himself with one arm held out behind him, while his other arm reached around Karen's back. A broad grin crossed his bliss-filled face as a thought occurred to him.

"Use your gift... and share your feelings with me. Sense what I'm feeling... and make my pleasure yours."

Karen was amazed by Andrew's strength, the small man driving himself into her while pulling her body against him. She could feel his magic affecting her as he used his new power to sense her feelings, and after casting her own spell she was almost overwhelmed by the strength of his lust.

It was one thing to know how capable Andrew was as a lover, but getting a taste of the pleasure he felt as he drove himself into her nearly crushed her will beneath its weight. She struggled to understand how he could focus so clearly on her needs as he shifted his hips and applied pressure to her sweet spots with each and every thrust. After a moment of consideration, she decided she didn't care, and lost herself to their shared experience.

Sara took turns kissing and licking her mates, their moans growing in strength as their breathing took on an animalistic edge. Andrew's wiry muscles twisted and shifted beneath his supple skin, the rich warm candle light casting shadows along the contours of his body.

Karen looked like sex embodied, her thin body coated with the perfect amount of padding, accentuating her curves and bolstering her bust and hips, creating a figure that most women would die for. Her head was thrown back, her long and curly brown hair cascading down her back as Andrew held her chest against his, his lips kissing her neck with feverish intensity.

Their bodies moved as one, the sensations of their flesh shared through the combined might of their magic and their bond, creating a feedback loop of lust and pleasure like few had ever known.

Sensing how close they were getting, Sara moved in behind them, admiring the view as she watched Andrew's dick slide in and out of their busty mate, the thick folds of her mature cunt clinging to his rigid shaft as it pulled away, before being forced back against her pussy as he drove back inside.

Taking Andrew's left testicle into her mouth, Sara could not believe how wonderful it tasted, its heady and rich flavor exceeding the splendor of their scent a thousand times over.

A moment later, Sara could feel the change in Andrew's sack as the ritual began. With every thrust, his balls grew larger, a tingling sensation dancing across their bodies as Andrew's spell was cast.

Karen gasped and cried out as Andrew rolled her onto her back, his cock never leaving her well used womanhood as their position changed. They had lost track of whose pleasure they were feeling as the anticipation of Andrew's ritual filled them both.

Lifting himself up, Andrew caressed Karen's panting face, his eyes more clear than she expected as she looked back at him through a cum drunk haze, the skill of his arduous affections having taken a toll on her body and mind.

"I love you," he confessed as the first gush of cum was delivered deep into her body.

Karen could feel her cervix dilate as the tip of Andrew's cock pressed against the center of her womanhood. Despite the quivering of her ravaged body, Karen leaned up and said, "Not as much as I lo-"

The second gout was delivered directly into her womb, and with it came a cascade of pleasure she could never be prepared for. It was intense and satisfying all at the same time. Even after having been through that before, she marvelled at how she was still unprepared. Biting her lip and savoring her pleasure, she looked into Andrew's eyes and saw the devotion and understanding she had come to expect from him, but loved to witness just the same. He knew how she felt, and did not need to hear her words to recognize the depths of her commitment to their family.

Sara appeared in Karen's vision and passionately made out with the older woman while Andrew continued to pump her full of his magical seed. Her mind seemed capable of keeping up with Sara's demanding mouth and all of the pleasures it had to offer, as well as focusing on the all consuming wealth of sexual energy that Andrew was forcing into her body.

It occurred to her in that moment that Andrew and her were no longer maintaining their empathic spells, having dropped them some time ago as the ritual had begun. She wondered if Andrew had been aware of dropping his spell, or if like her, he had done it without realizing. Either way, as she rested her hands on either side of her expanding belly, she smiled and quivered through the rippling waves of pleasure that raced through her body.