The Bonding Chronicles Ch. 08

Xander stood and commanded, "Brandon, get some food and change. We will need to have a conversation about this later."

Brandon exploded, "What the fuck are you talking about? Because I attacked a human? Give me a fucking break. That bitch was supposed to be mine and-"

"This boy you so recklessly attacked is no mere human you ignorant child. He is a wizard, and by attacking him you have endangered our good standings with The Council. If you wish for me to decide your fate at this moment, I welcome the opportunity. Though as tradition dictates I would rather ruminate on my decision and give you the chance to decide how best to acquit yourself of your most recent mistake."

Brandon was cowed by Xavier's forceful statement, and retreated with haste. A waif of a woman appeared from the forest and gave chase to Brandon's fleeing form. She seemed fearful of every person she passed as she worked to catch up to the large man.

"We aren't going to have any more problems from either of you, are we?" Xander asked through a seemingly genuine smile.

While Sara glowered at her father's smiling face, Andrew responded, "No, sir. I think I can keep this little girl out of trouble." He poked her nose which caused Sara to flinch and shake her head.

"Dammit, Andrew. This is serious." she fought back a giggle while frowning at him.

"I know, kitten. But you already handed the largest of them their ass on a dirt and grass covered platter." He looked around at the serious faces which watched them attentively before finishing, "It's not like there is much else we can do right now anyways."

His smile broadened and he winked before whispering, "Unless?"

Sara's stern exterior broke, and with a restrained chuckle she kissed him tenderly. "You're just incorrigible."

Andrew wondered if Sara had this much fun every time she made overt pronouncements in front of his parents. Thinking back on the sleepover conversation he chuckled as he realized she did.

Xander stood and shook his head, he seemed confused yet happy at the young couples display. "Blake, would you please take our guests to my studio?"

One of the athletic teens with short spiky black hair who had surrounded Andrew and Sara relaxed and said, "No problem, Mr Drexel. Sorry if this is out of line, but don't you want to talk with Mercedes? She had to have seen what happened."

Sara's father sighed and shook his head. "Good initiative, Blake, but for now let's keep her out of this."

Andrew was shocked by how weak his muscles were as he stood on shaky legs. Sara supported him as they were escorted further into the compound. Blake stole glances back at Sara who doted over Andrew and looked around with nervous attention to every detail. Everything had changed so much from when Sara had lived here as a child.

The few houses and outhouses from her time there had been given additions, becoming larger and more comfortable. The large auditoriums were new, and as she watched the new adult faces which looked back at her she realized the new buildings were necessary additions.

Xander called out a few high pitched yelps into the afternoon sky and the younger teens and children were escorted back into the clearing by the rest of the adults. Sara noticed that many of the children were carrying knives or sharpened stick for defense, and she found herself wondering what kind of lives they lived here. She imagined what kind of life she may have lived if things had worked out differently all those years ago.

"You OK, tiger?" Andrew's soft whisper found her ruminating on these thoughts.

"Yeah, it's just more difficult than I thought it would be."

They were escorted into what Sara remembered was her father's house. The entrance opened into a dining room with a large banquet table which brought back fond memories for Sara. She could almost hear the lilting laughter of the younger kids and the joyous smiles of her father's mates as they watched their children eat. Of course, her father was never at the meals, leaving the care of his brood to his subjugates.

There were two large sliding doors on the longest wall of the room that had always been locked. It was the one place that Sara could remember never being allowed to enter. Her shock as one of the older men who had followed them there took a key and unlocked the door was profound.

"Xander asks that you wait for him here."

The room had once been a study, the far wall containing a large floor to ceiling bookshelf. Many of the shelves which must have once held books were now littered with brushes and jars of paint. Andrew had a realization as he looked upon the wide open room and asked, "Could you ask Xander to give us fifteen minutes? I need to confer with Sara about The Council."

Andrew didn't need his gift to sense Sara's shock, it was written across her face as she watched him with suspicion.

"OK, kid. Just don't mess with Xander's stuff."

Andrew again looked around the room as the sound of the sliding doors closing and locking behind him announced their privacy.

"What the hell is all this techno-wizard, The Council bullshit, Andrew?"

Andrew chuckled and Sara began to feel flush with desire. Her clothes felt itchy and her nipples grew sensitive. Andrew closed the short distance between them and as she placed her hands against his chest to try and push him back he reached up and grabbed the back of her neck. Sara's strength escaped her as he pulled her into a passionate kiss.

"I know this is not the right place." He looked around at the open room and for a brief moment admired the beautiful paintings that lined the walls. "But I am still struggling to stand, I need to recharge just in ca-"

Andrew was interrupted by Sara's inquisitive lips. She struggled with his belt while they explored each other's mouths. The last few nights at the glade had allowed them to indulge in long languid acts of sexual discovery, which caused this moment to feel all the more dangerous and thrilling. Having rescued Andrew's dick from its prison, Sara was pleased to feel it throb within her grasp. Andrew still managed to maintain his control, and as Sara ran her fingers along the flared crown of his cock she grew moist with the understanding that he was saving his sweet nectar for her.

They separated with a gasping inhalation and Sara pressed her finger against his lips saying, "Shhh. They're just outside."

Andrew's eyes burned with his desire, and as he watched Sara lower herself onto her knees he could feel intense passion coursing through his bond with Karen. He spared only a moment's apology to their friend, knowing that their lust had affected the older woman. As Sara's tongue lapped at the tip of his dick, Andrew released a small spurt of pre-cum, relishing what he knew it would do to his woman.

Sara enjoyed the caramel sweet flavor as Andrew's sappy fluid saturated her tastebuds and sent a ripple of tingling pleasure across her body. She wanted more than anything to bury his full length into her mouth and feel his mushroom tip rub against her esophagus, though she knew it would need to wait.

She stood and locked eyes with Andrew who gave her the most depressed and surprised look she had ever seen from her typically happy boyfriend. She unbuttoned her pants while kicking off her shoes. Within seconds she had pulled off her pants and panties. The red fabric of her underwear had already been darkened by the quantity of her lust. Andrew's influence had caused her body to prepare for him, and as the saturated fabric was pulled from her enflamed folds, long thick strands of her desire showed how well her body had performed its task.

Andrew licked his lips and as Sara returned to attending to his needs he whispered, "When we have time, I will proper..." His voice trailed off as Sara sheathed him within her warm mouth. Andrew fought to compose himself but every chance he had to continue his statement was cut off by Sara's expert ministrations. She swallowed around his quivering cock, shivering against the pleasures that built and crashed within her as Andrew's copious pre-cum gushed from his ravenous member.

She could feel his orgasm's approach and welcomed it with an open mouth. The anticipation of his release was overpowering as Andrew watched the energies within their bodies build towards this moment. The dim flicker of energy at his core hungered and yearned for the feast which had been prepared by Sara's caring attention.

Andrew enjoyed the familiar feeling of his core preparing to echo out his release when he remembered their phones. In desperation he searched and failed to find any sprite or icon like he had for Sara and Karen. Sara's tongue worked his shaft, and the subtle sounds of her worshipful actions edged Andrew ever closer to the inevitable.

He reached out with his will and found the phones; he could sense their eager hardware waiting for his command. He knew that turning them off would not save them. Andrew failed to understand how he could be connected with the devices and yet have no method for identifying or shielding that connection. Andrew could feel his balls begin to tighten. In an effort to provide himself with much needed time, he attempted to enforce his block on his release. He wasn't even sure if that would save the devices, but at this point he was grasping at anything that might work.

Driven by the hunger of his core, his body rebelled and his efforts were in vain; the block refused to take form. In a last ditch effort he grasped the devices with his will, and pulled. Andrew's eyes rolled back into his head as his brain was flooded with binary data. For what felt like a minute Andrew's brain struggled to make sense of the new information being fed directly into his consciousness. His gift worked to organize and deliver the data, and as awareness returned to Andrew he found two bright white silhouetted replicas of their phones within his mind.

As Andrew marveled at the beauty of their devices he realized that he had blacked out for but a fraction of a second, and Sara was still slathering his rod with her need to be fed. While he admired the phones within his mind, two more cell phones appeared as dim gray outlines. They were much older models, and Andrew knew he had never seen or sensed these devices before. Just as he began to puzzle over these two new icons Sara cupped his balls, and this stimulation drove him over the edge.

In a final act of desperation he relied on instinct and followed his gift where it led him. He grasped the last of his power and felt his connection to Karen grow in strength as symbols and designs formed around the devices within his mind. His core pulsed and as the shockwave crashed through Andrew's body he basked in the pleasures radiating through him.

He grasped Sara's head and savored the joy he felt from her as she shook through her second or third climax, Andrew had been too preoccupied to keep count. This had become Andrew's favorite part of these activities. His orgasm intensified and seemed to hang suspended within his desire to satiate Sara's demanding needs. Her body tensed and seized through crippling waves of pleasure, and just as her strength began to return she would look up into Andrew's adoring eyes and he would caress her cheek as another large surge of cum was fed up his shaft and down her waiting throat.

Andrew's output was prodigious, and over the last couple of days he had begun to learn to measure it out in smaller controlled bursts. He fed Sara his sweet, orgasm inducing seed for ten solid minutes. Every moment increased Andrew's pleasure to greater and greater heights as their erotic energies were pulled into his ever hungering core. By the end Sara struggled to hold herself up as her muscles spasmed and seized, her exhaustion becoming almost absolute. Every orgasm she had experienced caused a steady trickle to flow from her tensing pussy, where it ran down her thigh and gathered beneath her.

Despite the satisfaction and joy that tingled across her weakened body, Sara still felt a deep need within her. She knew that she would never be truly fulfilled until she felt Andrew's amazing cock stretching her out, pounding into her and driving her through orgasm after orgasm until he released all of his cum directly into her waiting womb.

Andrew knelt before her, pulling her face up as she shivered at his touch. He knew she was savoring the lingering sensations of her final climax, and wanted to watch as she drifted out of her orgasm induced delirium. She was always so cute after she came, and he wanted his face to be the first thing she saw as she returned to her senses.

He looked within his mind and smiled as he saw the transparent azure dome which had been created by his spell. All four cell phones rested within the protective enclosure, reaching out for his attention.

Sara's eyes focused as her fantasy of riding Andrew's cock drifted away, and there he was. His face was flush with color and he already seemed to have so much more strength than the haggard young man she had helped into the room. He leaned forward and gave her a gentle kiss. They were about to part when there was a soft rap on the door.

"Need just another minute to confer." Andrew called out as Sara giggled.

He returned his attention to Sara and said, "Thank you, kitten." His gratitude beamed from his happy smile, and Sara grinned and leaned her forehead against him.

"It was just as good for me." She whispered her response, and punctuated it with a sigh.

"I'm not talking about this." He ran a finger along her inner thigh before licking her thick sweet essence from his slickened digit. Andrew enjoyed the delightful flavor, his act made more enticing by the sight of Sara nibbling on her lower lip. "Thank you for saving me, yet again. Brandon would have killed me if not for you."

She wrapped him in her weak embrace and enjoyed his warmth for a long moment before Andrew laughed and said, "Best of all, we finally cracked it."

Sara pulled away and gave him a puzzled look. Andrew smiled in response and held up his phone. The screen grew bright and displayed 4:32pm in bold proud letters. She felt her strength returning as she again pulled him against her and whispered in his ear, "I am going to fuck you into a coma tonight."

Andrew laughed and kissed her before saying, "Well, let's try and survive this first, shall we?"

The young lovers parted and Andrew whispered, "Let me see if can find something to clean up this mess." As he began to look around the room he heard Xander's voice through the door.

"I have a towel." There was no mistaking the anger in his gruff tone.

Andrew was startled by Xander's intense expression as he opened the door and received the towel. The older man had been waiting just at the entrance, and Andrew wondered just how much Sara's father had been forced to listen to.

"Thanks, sir." Andrew flashed a shy smile and closed the door.

Sara made quick work of cleaning herself, and while she redressed Andrew managed to damp most of the moisture out of his jeans before turning his attention on Sara's puddle. He salivated as he cleaned up their mess, and was amazed by the sheer quantity of her fluids. As he soaked up the last few drops he wondered if their bond was affecting her in a similar way to how it had affected him.

He watched as Sara stretched and he knew that her strength had returned to her, as it always had whenever they finished one of these sessions. Andrew closed the distance to Sara and pulled her into his arms giving her one last gentle kiss. She could feel the cool pressure of the towel through her shirt as it made contact with her back.

"You ready for this, kitten?"

Sara squeezed Andrew against her as she looked down into his eyes. She admired how much Andrew loved her, and took strength from knowing that he was there with her. Anything felt possible as long her Andrew was standing beside her.

They both looked towards the door, knowing that Sara's father could hear them as if he was standing in the room beside them. Sara said, "Yeah, I think so."

Andrew pecked her on the lips and stepped back before stating, "Ready, sir."

The door opened in a single smooth motion and Xander stepped into the room. His body seemed relaxed but it was clear he was trying to restrain his emotions as he closed the sliding doors; Xander's clenched jaw strained at the effort, and gave away his true emotions. As his gaze settled upon the young couple he saw the bashful regret on Andrew's face, and the clear anger from his daughter who stared at him with open challenge.

"Sara, why did you come back?"

While his statement had sounded accusatory, Andrew saw the glimmer of regret in Xander's eyes as his statement landed on Sara's ears. She was prepared to be told to leave the instant she arrived, and was relieved that her father had not disappointed her. Her anger swelled and she unloaded years of pent up hostility.

"I don't care how you feel about this, 'DAD!' We aren't leaving until you give us some answers!"

While Sara yelled her response, Xander moved towards a stool and slide it from the easel where he had been working on a painting. As he rested on the seat his shoulders slumped and his eyes were cast towards the ground. The anger which had driven him when he entered vanished before the volume of hatred directed at him by his daughter.

"I can't possibly understand how you feel, or what you think of me-"

"Like you fucking care. You brought me here as a child, and showed me a life I could never have. Failed to bond me with a creepy little kid who grew up to be, surprise, a sociopath. You top all of that off by banishing me. I am your first born daughter, and you kick me to the curb because I don't live up to your sycophantic ideal of a pure blood."

Sara's face was red with her anger, and the room echoed with her words. Xander swallowed as he struggled to find a way to express himself. The weight of her emotions crushing him beneath their intensity.

"Sara, I nev-"

He was again cutoff by Sara, "This isn't why I came here! You don't want me, that's fine. But you will damn well answer Andrew's questions. After that we will be out of your hair and you will never have to see me again." She finished her statement with a huff, and as her father opened his mouth to speak she stormed out of the room.

The large wooden doors rattled along their tracks before slamming against their stops. Andrew was stunned by Sara's outburst and felt her conflicted anger radiating through their bond. He was shocked by the power of her pain, feeling a strong sense of rejection swelling within her. Andrew started to chase after her and was restrained by the commanding tone of Xander.

"Give her time, Andrew. You were right, she wasn't ready for this."

Andrew turned on the much larger man and glowered as he spoke, "Honestly, that is such bullshit. After everything I've heard, and the reception we received when we got here, I think it's you who wasn't ready."

He studied Xander's face as the older man watched him, and was surprised to see that his words were being considered. Sara's father shrugged and grinned as he said, "You may have a point there, Andrew. Brandon's actions, no matter how reprehensible, are my responsibility. My relationship with my daughter, such as it is was constructed by the tinder of my mistakes. Whatever you may think of me, know that I do not relish watching that possibility burn to ash."

Andrew was not expecting Sara's father to be anything like the man who sat across from him. He was nothing like the tyrant he had envisioned, and Andrew was forced to wonder how many of his conceptions of the man had been misinformed.

"I intend to answer your questions, but first we have another matter to discuss." Xander's eyes fell on the towel which Andrew held in front of him.