The Bonding Chronicles Ch. 10

Karen beamed and blushed at the lascivious look that Andrew was giving her. She had to admit, he did look funny standing in the dark wearing gym shorts and a t-shirt.

"Don't worry about it, but get in here, you silly boy. You must be freezing."

Andrew stepped into the room, and savored the soothing warmth that settled upon him. He shivered away his lingering cold, and Karen took his rucksack from him, so he could remove his shoes. He stood, and they blushed as they looked into each other's eyes for what felt like the first time. Andrew looked away, focusing on the fire for a brief moment.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to take a shower and then change," Andrew's voice was soft and seemed uncertain.

The tension was palpable, and neither of them knew what to say or do. Karen handed him his bag and directed him to the master bath. They stood and faced each other for an uncomfortable moment, Andrew trying not to leer at the stunning woman who stood before him and Karen trying to decide how to proceed. They both knew how they felt, but uncertainty seemed to be the killer of all things.

Andrew's cheeks flushed with his embarrassment and he said, "I shall return," before scurrying out of sight. The much older woman shook her head and went to the kitchen, to check on their late-night snack. She had known he would be arriving late, but wanted to have something to share with him. The pear tarts looked inviting within the warm stove, and she knew they would keep for hours.

"Hmmmm. What to do?" she wondered to herself, while she waited for Andrew to return. She was deep in her considerations, when the house phone rang. Karen knew it was old-fashioned to have a landline, but she liked the security of it.

"Hello?" Karen's polite voice asked, as she wondered who would be calling her that late at night.

"What the hell is going on over there?" Sara asked, without preamble.

"Andrew is getting ready to take a shower, and then we are going to talk. Why?"

The line was quiet for a moment before Sara responded, "He is nervous and unsure. He got super horny there for a moment, and then I felt this rush of nervous anxiety from him. You don't feel that?"

Karen closed her eyes and found Andrew's sprite within her mind. Sara was right, he was anxious and seemed troubled. She was surprised by how in-tune to Andrew Sara must have been, to have picked up on those emotions with such ease.

"Thanks, Sara. I think I know what I have to do."

"Yeah, you need to-" Sara's voice was cut off by Karen who laughed, and hung up the phone. She suspected she knew where Sara was heading, and didn't need to be anymore worked up than she already was.

Andrew was surprised by how spacious and well-appointed the bathroom was. Karen had a giant two-person bathtub across from a standing shower that had been built into the corner of the room. Shades could be drawn over the large windows which dominated the largest wall. He suspected that if it had been daytime, he would be looking out into the forest. For a brief moment, he considered that someone might be out in the dark watching him, but he smiled and shrugged, knowing that modesty was no longer one of his faults.

Andrew was beginning to wonder if he had made a mistake, as he waited for the water to warm up. The small round stones felt great against his feet, but did little to distract him from his concerns that perhaps things were moving too fast. He admitted to himself that Karen was breathtaking, and that he wanted her badly. The idea of her soft feminine body pressed up against Sara's firm athletic frame as the two women kissed brought him to full attention, but things had felt so awkward since he got there.

He stepped under the water and tried to allow the firm pressure of the warm shower to drive away all of his anxiety, but his mind refused to let go. He had worked himself into a tailspin, and was reminded of that first day when he had met Sara, of the panic attack that had driven him into the woods. Of course then, he had been afraid of starting all over again at a new school, but now, he was worried about getting involved with a sexy and available teacher.

He laughed to himself as he realized how the quality of his problems had shifted so dramatically.

"What's so funny?"

Karen's soft whisper of a voice asked from just over his shoulder. Her soapy hands made contact with his back, and prevented him from turning around. He wanted to say something, but instead, her firm fingers glided over his tender muscles, and he moaned out in appreciation as she caressed and cleaned his back.

His voice was husky as he luxuriated in her well-placed attentions, "Just admiring how different my problems have become."

She pressed her large breasts against his upper back while her hands massaged his biceps. Her nipples felt firm against his skin, and she let out a throaty moan as she glided against him before asking, "Am I a problem, Andrew?"

Andrew's thoughts became cloudy as she worked on more of his sore muscles that had been abused throughout the day, her gift working to heal his bruises and dull his aches. She held back her magic from relieving the stress of his day, and savored the satisfaction she got from working out his tender knots with her soapy hands.

"You are unique," his voice was soft, and slowed by her tender care.

She kissed his head and ran her fingers along his small but firm pectoral muscles, eliciting a gasp from Andrew as her fingers crossed his nipples.

"My talents are quite special."

A low, rumbling laugh filled his chest as he leaned back against her. "Not what I meant, my dear." The endearment felt natural as it rose to his lips, and sounded wonderful as it crossed Karen's ears. "You may be the first problem to enter my life, which is also its own solution."

His hands reached back and gripped her thighs, causing the woman to moan as he said, "No matter how I try and think my way away from you, my unique and amazing Karen keeps finding her way back into my heart. The key to a lock that only she can open."

Karen's heart raced at Andrew's admission, and she was stunned by the poetry of his feelings. Her hands continued to work through the many muscles that had been abused and beaten, the couple finding supportive comfort in the tender act. The minutes passed by, and Karen could feel the desire building within Andrew through their bond. She took comfort in those emotions, feeling them blend with her own as she worked the last of the tension out of his upper body.

She allowed him to turn, and they locked gazes. Karen was surprised by the clarity she saw within his violet eyes, and it was only after a moment of consideration that her eyes grew wide at the realization of what she had just seen. A grin spread across Andrew's face as Karen took in his lavender gaze for the first time.

"Is this a problem, Karen?" Andrew's voice was playful and teasing, which brought a giggle to Karen's lips.

Karen slapped his ass and caused him to jump before she asked, "Have your eyes always been this color?"

"Ever since I was born, yes." His smile was genuine, and he appreciated the care she took as she memorized the spectacular color of his gaze.

"In three-hundred years, I have never seen their equal," Karen's voice was reverent.

It was Andrew's turn to be shocked, as her words settled upon him. She pulled him in close and enjoyed the feeling of his small but firm muscles tensing, as he tightened his arms around her.

"That's right, Andrew. I was born in seventeen-eighty-six, in the south of France." She could feel the shock of her words in his trembling body, but it did little to quell the lust which radiated from him.

"What a wonderful and tragic existence," Andrew was forced to concede, as he remembered their previous conversations about immortality.

She pulled away and smoothed back his platinum blond hair, the compassion in his eyes showing the depth of his character. Looking into Karen's sharp and beautiful gaze, he wondered how he could have ever thought that he had made a mistake. He needed to be there, and she needed to be with Sara and him.

They leaned into each other, their building passion culminating as their lips made contact for the first time. Andrew was pleased that Karen seemed to like taking things slowly. Her experience showed through the gentle and passionate embrace that their bodies and mouths made.

Karen's experience with the magic of the glade, and the last few days of being assaulted by Andrew's lust, had helped prepare her for this moment. Still, those experiences seemed to pale in comparison to the urgent need she felt, as Andrew bathed her in his desire. He was patient and gentle, everything she expected from a lover and wanted in a man. His grip was firm, and he listened to her unspoken commands while issuing directives of his own.

She was grinding against him, the heat of his firm dick driving her wild. The minutes bled into each other, and still Andrew contented himself with exploring her back and buttocks, while her breasts slid along his wet skin, her hard nipples begging to be explored; and still, he resisted the promises of her body.

Her desires had built to a fevered pitch, and as she pulled away and stared into his lilac gaze, she was amazed by the ocean of carnal desire she saw resting behind those lavender pearls. Karen felt his control, and knew that he was the master of his desires — at least in that moment. Andrew saw in her eyes the overwhelming need to be satiated and pleased that he had first seen from Sara, that fateful day they had killed her car.

He had wondered just how much he had been changed by his experiences with Sara, and knew that Karen would tell him how different he was from most men. The blind insatiable need that peered into his soul from behind Karen's eyes told him everything he needed to know. She had never wanted a man more in her long life, and never needed to be satiated more than in that moment.

Andrew grabbed the back of her neck, and was excited by the obedience he felt as she leaned in and kissed him with a passion as-of-yet unknown to her. She still managed to maintain some control, keeping their playful kiss slow and meaningful, but he felt her need in the way she moaned into him, and ran her tongue along his upper lip as they parted.

"I nee-" Karen was stopped from talking by Andrew's finger as he pressed it against her lips.

"Just relax, and let me take care of you," his voice was calm, and showed almost no sign of the lust she could feel roiling within him. Andrew knew how to control his passions, and while he savored this experience, he knew that Karen would need time before she would be able to push him as far as Sara could.

Andrew pressed her back against the small smooth stones that had been plastered into the walls of the shower. His strength was surprising, and Karen moaned out at the shock of it. His violet gaze watched her, as she reacted to what he was doing. He cupped the side of her face, and was further aroused as she licked and then sucked his thumb into her warm mouth.

Their eyes locked in that moment, and Andrew smiled into the face of his new mate. She was beautiful and alluring, more stunning than he had fantasized about in class. Karen provided subtle clues, as his other hand caressed and explored her body. She did not like being touched near her armpit, but she loved feeling his hands on or just above her wide hips. He could sense her anticipation as his hands moved up her body, and neared her breasts.

The heavy double-D-cup mound was firm yet pliable, as he cupped and lifted the delightful flesh. Her eyes clasped shut as his thumb brushed over her large and swollen nipple. Andrew took his thumb from her mouth and reached behind her, placing his hand on the small of her back. He pulled her towards him, as he sucked on her firm nipple with soft pressure.

The large dark areola tightened within his mouth, and he enjoyed hearing her gasp as he massaged her nipple with his tongue. He was careful to be gentle, not knowing how she liked it, but sensing that she wanted this.

The sprite within his mind was frantic, and Andrew knew he would need to leave the exploration of her body for another time. She needed release, and could not wait much longer to have it provided to her. He knelt down before her, looking up into her wide-eyed gaze.

Karen had heard Sara's words the night before, and thought the young woman was exaggerating. Her warning about Andrew cheating had not been taken lightly, but still, she had not prepared herself for how profound his gift and his skills had become. She had been surprised by how quickly he found the places on her body that brought her pleasure, and how fast he learned to stay away from those spots that bothered her. It had taken her last lover months to discover the details about her that Andrew had sussed out in a few passionate minutes.

Now, against all odds, she found him preparing to do what she had been dreaming of for almost a week. He trailed kisses up her thigh, and as she was preparing to protest, gripped her leg behind her knee and lifted it over his shoulder. Any protest she was mounting faded as she obeyed his desire, and allowed him to have his way with her. The exploratory caress of his fingers as they slid between her folds took her breath away. His mouth teased her inner thigh, while his hand mapped her erogenous zones.

Her mind was a turbulent whirlwind of desire, and the sensations of his actions were her guide, leading her through the storm of her passion. Every caress of his tongue, each brush of his lips, and every stroke of his fingers, acted as a beacon through the troubled seas of her need.

The warm water felt wonderful on Andrew's back as he explored Karen's sex, the mysteries of her womanhood unfolding under his tender care. She was similar to Sara in many ways, but her differences were profound. Short brown hair framed her sensitive folds, blending into the well-manicured bush that obscured her secrets. Her inner lips were thicker and more inflamed, peeking out with excitement through the hair that hid them. His cock tensed with the image of her flesh clinging to his girth. Her clit was smaller and seemed to remain within its hood much longer, though Karen seemed to react energetically when it was exposed.

She was not quite as tight as Sara, but he was pleased to feel her muscles tensing as he sank a finger into her. It almost felt like she was trying to milk him, as his finger plunged into her depths. Looking up at his new lover, he was excited by the playful smile he saw on her face, and she enjoyed the surprise in his eyes as she continued to flex her muscles around him. Her control was amazing, and he wondered how many decades it had taken for her to master that skill.

Most captivating of all for Andrew, was the musky savoriness that he could smell within the air. Karen's scent reminded him much more of the earthy fragrance he smelled outside of his parents' bedroom, than the sweet nectar he received from Sara. He was pleased to find her g-spot in almost the same spot as his other lover, and enjoyed the startled gasp he heard as he stroked it.

He removed his finger from her pulsing tunnel, and ran his wet digit over his tongue, savoring her flavor. She was rich and earthy, like he expected, and he found her contrasting tang delightful and refreshing. She was so wonderfully different from Sara, and he was eager to discover how much she would change over the coming weeks.

Andrew looked up and asked, "Are you ready?"

Karen grabbed the back of his head, and enjoyed the sensation of his lips forming around the upper part of her vulva, as she pulled him into her. Her hair tickled his nose, and reminded Andrew of how different his women were, Sara's short bush never becoming so involved with his oral worship.

He moaned out and sent vibrations through her sex, while two fingers plunged into her. Andrew refused to use his tongue to stimulate her clit, instead relying on the vibrations from his mouth to push her towards her orgasm. His fingers used alternating strokes to satiate her g-spot, and before she knew it, her body was convulsing through the first of many orgasms.

Andrew gripped her ass and pulled her against him, as he drank her juices, allowing much of what she gave him to run down his chin. Her fluids were rich and plentiful, a surprise to Andrew, who remembered that Sara had developed her gift for squirting well after they had started exploring each other's bodies. He attempted to slow his attentions, but her hand pulled him in, telling him to keep going. Andrew began to lap at her clit, exploring its sensitive surface with a variety of pressures and patterns. She was receptive to them all, and he knew that he would enjoy providing her with as much pleasure as she was capable of taking.

She moaned and bucked against the pressure of another climax, as Andrew explored her desires and discovered how she liked to be stimulated. The few limitations that she had were minor and easy for Andrew to avoid. She shook against the the force of her final orgasm, the minutes dragging on and blending together, culminating in a final,mind-shaking release.

Much of the energy they had created crossed between them, settling into Andrew's core. He was pleased to sense that a large percentage of it had remained within Karen, resting within her and eager to be used. He assumed that she was like him, and would be able to utilize that energy to power her many gifts.

He supported her as he took her leg off of his shoulder and stood straight. She was weak from her orgasms and while her gift revitalized her weakened muscles, Andrew pulled her against him.

She mumbled into his ear, "Merde! That was spectacular."

Their lips met, and the couple savored the lingering moments of pleasure that coursed between them, as their soft kiss reaffirmed their bond. Karen's flavor was rich, and seemed unfamiliar to the woman as they parted. She had never enjoyed her own taste, but she found the bitter edge that had always bothered her was no longer present, and that the bouquet of her fluids seemed to have improved. She was surprised by the lack of concern that Andrew showed about being soaked in her juices; it seemed as if he either didn't notice, or didn't care, and she suspected it was both.

As Karen studied the young man, she could feel the passion within him as it bled through their bond, and informed her of his powerful desire. "Let me take care of you, my dear Andrew."

Andrew gave her a wry smile, and said, "You have already given me more than I could have asked for." Karen was about to ask what she had given him, when he rested his hand above her heart, and silently answered her unspoken question.

They shared a long and tender kiss, the unhurried moment spanning many seconds, as they basked in the glow of their shared affection.

"I want to satisfy your desires. I can feel how much you need this," the sincerity of her words was reflected in the care within her eyes. Her gift confirmed what their bond had been screaming at her — he was fit to burst, with his craving for release.

Andrew was at the edge of his control, and it showed in his eyes, as he gazed at the new and wonderful addition to his family. "I love you for worrying, but this pent-up energy is a gift for Sara. I will explain later, once I know for sure what is happening. For now, know that I cherish this gift, and can't wait to share it with her."

His dick pulsed against her as she gave him a passionate kiss, and the thick sticky fluid that spread across her thigh tingled, while the air filled with a sweet scent.

Andrew spoke, through the haze of his desire, "We should finish showering and talk, before you make me lose control any further." She was close to driving him over the edge, the pre-cum that coated her thigh evidence of how close he was to losing control.