A Paladin's Training Ch. 20

Of their own volition, Aran's hands slid from her hips up to her petite breasts, squeezing and kneading them in the way his Elvish lover enjoyed most.

"Yesss," Induin breathed as she leaned back against his chest and began to stir her hips.

Aran lowered one hand down over her flat belly to her smooth pussy and began to lightly pinch her clit, enjoying the way she bucked slightly with every squeeze. As with the others, it had been far too long since he'd been with Induin, and he wanted her to enjoy herself just as much as he was.

While he was nibbling on Induin's neck and pointed ear, Aran had an excellent view of what everyone else was up to in the huge bath. Orange firelight played over the skin of wet bodies as the women frolicked and and played and made love to each other in the steamy water.

Directly opposite Aran, petite Sylvia was perched up on the coping, leaning back on her hands. Her thighs were spread wide to accommodate Jeira's head, and whatever Jeira was doing, Sylvia seemed to be enjoying it immensely. Not far away, over on the right, Sorla and Amina had found each other, and the Priestess was holding the half-Orc from behind as they stood together in the water. Sorla's head was back and her eyes closed as Amina caressed one of her monumental breasts with one hand, while the other hand was beneath the surface.

"Watch them," Aran whispered into Induin's ear as she began to plunge herself down on him more insistently. "Watch them fuck. It makes you hot, doesn't it?"

Biting her lip, Induin nodded as she took in the hedonistic display. Aran knew Induin would be feeling triple the pleasure of some of the others; she was Bonded to Aran as well as to her sister, Liaren, which meant that she could feel their pleasure as well as her own. Aran wanted nothing more than to unload himself into Induin right that moment and take her over the edge with him, but he restrained himself yet again.

As if reading his thoughts, Induin whispered back to Aran. "I can't wait to watch you fuck her."

Aran knew exactly who she meant, for Induin's eyes were locked on Elaina, who was lifting herself out of the water to sit on the coping next to Sylvia. Droplets streamed down her pale skin, and Aran - as always - marveled at how her body managed to be both fit and curvaceous at the same time. Eyeing Aran and Induin seductively, the sexy Paladin leaned back on her palms and opened her generous thighs to show them her hairless slit. A split-second later, an eager Rayna positioned herself between those thighs and began to dine on Elaina's sweet pussy.

Aran felt pressure on his cock as Induin began to quiver in his arms; her tight ring was squeezing him most pleasurably as she came, emitting small whimpers as she shook gently. He held her tightly for long moments, letting her enjoy the experience.

"I'll take her, love," said a grinning Liddea as she waded over. The Dwarf was only just able to keep her head above the water, but there was enough room on the seat to Aran's left for her to climb to her feet.

Aran couldn't help but ogle as Liddea stood clear of the water, rivulets running down those enormous breasts that rode her chest so proudly, somehow devoid of sag. Bending slightly, the sexy Dwarf scooped up Liaren and turned to lay her on the coping, giving Aran an excellent, up-close view of her plump bottom, which was directly level with his face.

"Ooh, I like that!" Said a happy Bella as she scrambled away from Smythe and over to Aran. The raven-haired beauty was built almost identically to her redheaded friend, Rayna, but for a softer, rounder face. Bella's pretty, dark eyes were locked onto Liddea's ass, and the comely Dwarf happily wiggled it back and forth for her appreciative audience as she leaned forward to plant kisses on Induin's willing lips.

Liddea squealed as Bella's right hand connected to her bottom with a wet slap. Giggling, Bella kept her hand on the Dwarf's ass as she used her other to grasp Aran's cock and guide it into her hot cunt.

Bella sighed luxuriously as she slid down until Aran was all the way in. "You don't know how many times I've thought about this, Aran, since that night we all spent together in Ironshire." Meanwhile, her other hand had found its way between Liddea's plump thighs and her skilled fingers were exploring the Dwarf's slick folds.

Aran smiled and filled his hands with Bella's generous breasts, enjoying the double-pleasure one felt when making love to someone with whom you shared a Bond. "What?" He began in a friendly jibe. "Smythe wasn't keeping you satisfied?"

Smythe looked over from where he was fucking Liaren. His big hands were around her slim waist, and he was driving her up and down on his cock, much to the lithe Elf's delight. The big Paladin raised an eyebrow. "I did my best, to be sure," he grunted, never stopping his movements. "And if I do say so myself, I did a pretty top job of it!"

Bella smiled back at Smythe. "Aye, Henley, that you did." Something seemed to suddenly dawn on her. "Speaking of which," she began, addressing Aran. "Back in Ironshire, Rayna and I were accosted several times by immense pleasure coming through the Bond! Not that I'm complaining, but it was bloody intense, I can tell you!"

"Really?" Aran asked, genuinely surprised. "When, exactly?"

Bella's right hand left Liddea's pussy and came to rest on Aran's shoulder opposite her left. The Dwarf made a disappointed noise but quickly scrambled up onto the coping to bury her head between Induin's slim thighs. "It started maybe a week after you left Ironshire," Bella replied, adding; "oh, fuck, that's good!" When Aran lifted his hips slightly higher. "It seemed to happen at random times, and without warning." Her eyes were closed, now, and she was biting her bottom lip as her pleasure mounted.

Aran sat forward a little and brought his hands down to her buttocks, using the leverage to pull her more firmly against him in time with her thrusting hips.

"We knew - ah, yes! - that it was coming from you," Bella continued, leaning forward and pulling Aran's face into her breasts. "We could feel it through the Bond, but that's all we knew. I swear we nearly lost our minds to pleasure a time or two!"

Aran didn't have to think very long to connect what Bella was saying to the source of all that pleasure. Not long after he'd left Ironshire, he'd begun his training with Amina, and she'd shown him aspects of the Gift he'd never thought possible; many of them involving sex.

Before Aran could answer his lover, a melodious voice chimed in. "I believe I am to blame for that particular situation, child." Amina had appeared, gracefully wading over to sit on the stone seat on Aran's left. Her sapphire eyes sparkled in the firelight as she watched Bella rocking in Aran's lap. "The Bond is a powerful thing, and connects people in a most sacred way." The Priestess propped her right elbow up on the edge of the bath and turned slightly so she was facing them. She began to lightly caress Bella's back beneath the water, and Bella immediately began to moan loudly.

Aran held her tightly as her pleasure skyrocketed and her hips began to churn against him violently as she neared her peak.

Amina leaned in to whisper in Bella's ear, her voice smoky and seductive. "Now that you're here, Bella, you'll be able to experience that pleasure first hand, as often as you desire."

Sitting back a little bit, Bella opened heavy-lidded eyes and gazed at Amina. Suddenly their lips met, and the two women were kissing madly while Bella continued her assault on Aran's cock. A moment later, there was a muffled scream as Bella came hard, the noise swallowed by Amina's full lips as they remained locked onto Bella's.

Aran felt Bella's pleasure multiplied several times over by the sheer power of Amina's Gift, which in turn ran through him and threatened to yet again test his control. Light shudders ran through his lover as she slowly descended from a place she may not have experienced before. Her eyes were closed, her face flushed, and her breathing coming in little pants.

"I think she's done, for now," Amina said to Aran after gently ending her kiss with Bella.

Aran nodded agreement and lifted Bella by the waist. Amina slipped off the seat and moved behind the weary girl, wrapping slim arms around her torso and carrying her away to rest.

Looking over to the right, Aran saw Smythe and Liaren were winding down from a vigorous fucking, and Lynelle was riding Erik, the stocky man sitting forward and devouring the beautiful Elf's pink nipples as they coupled. Elaina had also joined the chain, mounting Kedron, who looked as if he could die right this minute an extremely happy man.

Aran wondered if Kedron had any clue how lucky he was; Aran's first year of training had involved no sexual contact of any kind, made all the worse because Elaina had constantly paraded around naked or close to it. Kedron had only discovered he was Gifted a short time ago, and already he had had sex with every woman here bar Sara! Kedron's situation was a little different than Aran's had been, however; Kedron had already awakened his Gift by accident when Smythe found him, and so he was already far enough along that it was appropriate for him to participate in this evening's festivities.

Aran couldn't stop the chuckle that escaped his lips as he watched his sexy former mentor undulating atop the young Gifted. Her head was back, her hands were locked behind her head and her epic chest was thrust forward, giving Kedron full access to explore her pale breasts with his eager hands.

Elsewhere in the bath, it more or less seemed like everyone was resting, or at least slowing down. To Aran's left, Liddea had finished licking Induin's pussy and the two women were locked in a sleepy embrace, lying on the warm stone coping. In the opposite corner to Aran, Sara was leaning back with her arms along the edge, her head back and her eyes closed. Not far from Sara, Sorla was relaxing, lying on her back on the stone with her hands behind her head, her long body stretched out languidly. Jeira was still in the pool, as was Rayna, and the two women were lazily kissing. Rayna was seated on the bench seat while Jeira straddled her in much the same way as the women had been riding the men.

As Aran watched, petite Sylvia pulled herself from the water and lay down atop Sorla, whose mammoth breasts made an excellent pillow for the nubile half-Elf.

Liaren slipped from Smythe's lap and draped herself over Aran, kissing him deeply in the process. "Having fun, eruchen?" She asked with a grin, her emerald eyes twinkling.

"More or less," Aran replied in mock-nonchalance, enjoying the feeling of Liaren's smooth thighs coming to rest on either side of his hips.

"Who's your favourite, so far?"

"Impossible to tell," he said honestly, closing his eyes for a moment to relish the way Liaren's pussy was swallowing his cock. Thanks to the Gift and his training, he could still sense everything going on around him in exquisite detail. Next to Aran and Liaren, Lynelle had moved to Smythe, and was lowering her lush Elvish body down on the big Paladin, sighing as he filled her. Meanwhile, Elaina had slid along to Erik, and the two were getting acquainted for the first time in the best possible way. Kedron was unaccompanied for the first time since the celebration began, and was leaning back, eyes closed and a most satisfied smile on his face.

Aran found his senses focused on Elaina again, however, loving watching her enjoy herself, even if it wasn't with him.

"She loves you," Liaren said quietly. Aran's eyes opened to meet the Elf's, and for once, there was no mischief on her face.

Aran knew immediately who she meant. "I know," he replied with a smile.

Liaren shook her head. "No, I mean she actually loves you, eruchen."

Aran nodded. "Of course, she does, and I love her, just as I love you and Induin."

Another head shake. "No, Aran," she began, leaning forward to whisper in his ear. "This is different. I don't know much about the eruchen, but I know enough to see a woman who is out of her mind about a man, beyond all thought and reason, and maybe even beyond all the crazy powers you all have." She lifted her head back enough to meet his eyes. "She is yours, Aran. She needs you, and I think you need her. My instincts tell me that whatever it is you have to accomplish in the world, she needs to be part of it."

Liaren's Bond carried no jealousy, or envy, just love. Aran nodded, seeing truth in her words. He captured her face in his hands and kissed her. "Thank you, Liaren. Know that I will always have enough room in my heart for you, Induin, and the others, too."

"I know you do, eruchen," she replied softly, her green eyes showing a rare moment of vulnerability before that familiar twinkle returned. "Now, make me come one more time so I can go relax with the girls!"

Aran laughed out loud at that, then gave her what she wanted, and maybe a little more besides. Liaren's scream reverberated off the stone walls as she was wracked by a strong pulse from Aran's Gift. Induin, too, began to shake and quiver where she was still lying with Liddea, thanks to the three-way Bond between her, Aran and Liaren.

His lover began to collapse backwards into the water, but Aran scooped her back up and held her close until once again, Jeira appeared to collect a weary lover, only stopping to give Aran a wink and a quick kiss before towing the exhausted Elf away.

"Oh, Henley!" Came a sweet moan from Lynelle, and Aran turned to see the gorgeous Elf clutch Smythe's face to her breasts in passion.

"Gods, I love Elvish women!" Smythe mumbled into Lynelle's tits, which were somewhat larger than Liaren's and Induin's, but nowhere near the size of Elaina's, let alone Sorla's or Liddea's. Elf women, although they didn't age, grew more voluptuous the older they got, and Lynelle was maybe half a century older than Induin and Liaren, making her somewhat rounder of breast, hip and thigh than her younger kin.

Lynelle continued to ride Smythe with a sensual grace, whispering Elvish into his ear as her hips gradually slowed. Aran watched, enchanted by her almost otherworldly beauty as she smoothly dismounted - giving Smythe a scorching kiss in the process - before turning her attention to Aran.

Big, beautiful mahogany eyes sparkled as Lynelle slipped a leg across his lap and bent her head to fit her mouth to his. She tasted of honey and wine, and Aran groaned into her mouth as he slipped inside her velvet channel.

He hadn't made love to Lynelle since before they'd left Maralon, and it had been far too long. Even one day was long enough to go without experiencing this Elvish goddess, as far as he was concerned. Smythe was right; Aran appreciated Human and Dwarf, half-Orc and half-Elf women, but there was something magical about Elvish girls that was undeniable, and a man couldn't help but love them.

"Thank you for giving us hope," Lynelle whispered into his lips.

"Thank you for being there," Aran returned. If the Servants had not been hiding out beneath Maralon, the Heralds surely would have recaptured Sara and Sorla, and Aran would either be dead, or held captive himself. "And for maintaining your faith these long years."

In response, Lynelle's lips captured his once again, and they lost themselves in each other for some time, and not even the grunts and groans of Elaina and Smythe reuniting in the flesh for the first time in many years could distract them. Making love to Lynelle was never a vigorous, frantic fucking, like it sometimes was with her younger kin. Rather it was slow and graceful; a sensual, intimate union.

When she was ready to reach her peak, Aran gave her a gentle nudge with his Gift, and she clutched him to her tightly as her velvet walls clamped down on him as if trying to milk him for everything he had. It was difficult not to give it to her.

This time it was Erik who appeared just at the right time to take Lynelle, and the Elf gladly wrapped herself around the solid Servant after giving Aran one last kiss. Erik gave Aran a nod and a smile before wading off into the bath, Lynelle already planting soft kisses on his neck and shoulder.

"I like her," Elaina said from where she was still straddling Smythe on Aran's right. She was lazily gyrating her hips beneath the water, and Smythe had a big double-handful of her breasts, yet the pale flesh still overflowed his fingers.

Aran smiled at Elaina. "Look at us," he said quietly to the two other Paladins, waving a hand to indicate the room. "Who would have thought this was even possible?"

They both shook their heads at him, saying without words that neither of them had dared believe it, either. Aran found himself wondering what he should do next, as far as rebuilding the Order was concerned, but Elaina interrupted his thoughts.

"You finished with me, big man?" She asked of Smythe, who seemed happy to keep her right where she was.

"I suppose," Smythe replied slowly. "For now, anyway."

Elaina giggled, and leaned forward to kiss him. "I much prefer you in the flesh, Henley, than on the Plane."

"Aye, lass," Smythe agreed, pulling her close and kissing her back. "Same here."

Aran watched them with a smile, glad they had gotten the chance to enjoy one another after so long. They were right; the Plane of Aros was great for meeting over long distance, and being there felt close to the real thing, but it was still slightly shy of the experience of seeing, hearing and feeling another person in the real world.

Aran's heart skipped a beat as Elaina dismounted Smythe and slid over to him. His arms extended of their own accord, wasting no time in wrapping her up in a crushing embrace and planting his mouth over hers as she settled herself down onto him, seamlessly engulfing his raging cock into her hot pussy until her smooth buttocks were resting on his thighs. His Gift thrummed in time with hers, and then took on a life of its own, somehow singing sweetly and raging hotly all at once, and Elaina's Gift responded in perfect harmony.

Finally, after long months of wanting, he and Elaina were joined together again. Everything else ceased to exist as he stared into her sparkling emerald eyes, right down into her very soul, which she laid bare for him, open and vulnerable and trusting.

"Bond me," she whispered.

And he did.

In a heartbeat, it was done. They were as one, no longer separate individuals but two intertwined souls that existed in two bodies. Aran felt the love pulsing through their new connection, and the magnitude of it amazed him.

Tears flowed down Elaina's cheeks as she, too, felt that love returned in equal measure. "You love me so much!" She whispered. "I can feel it!"

"How could I not?" He whispered back, touching her face. There was something else flowing between them, too, almost imperceptible beside the torrent of love flowing back and forth; a strange sensation that he couldn't quite articulate.

"You and Elaina are amatharn, Aran." Aran hadn't noticed, but Smythe had moved along slightly, to give Aran and Elaina more room, and Amina had seated herself comfortably in the big Paladin's lap, her back to his chest.

"Amatharn?" Elaina asked, not taking her eyes from Aran's. Aran didn't mind; he could lose himself in those emerald pools for eternity.

"It means tied together, or fated, if you will," Amina explained. "Beyond the normal Bond between a Gifted and non-Gifted is the Bond between two Gifted. Beyond that is something that I've read about, but never seen until now. That is the strange resonance you feel."

Aran wanted to ask questions, but he sensed Amina had more to say.

"Your fates are intertwined in ways not even the greatest scholars of my time understood," Amina continued. "You need each other, as surely as fire needs air. It will make you stronger, but I also believe that each of you are now the other's weakness."