The Bonding Chronicles Ch. 10

Karen reached down, and took some of his syrupy fluid onto her finger, placing it into her mouth. She was reminded of caramel, as the sweet liquid coated her tongue and travelled down her throat. Karen tensed, and every nerve in her body exploded in pleasure. Her pussy squeezed, sending her fluids oozing out of her sensitive pussy, while she convulsed through a new and intense orgasm.

Andrew had wondered if his cum would have a stronger effect on Karen, since she had never experienced his gift before. Sara had been exposed to it from before he had become so potent, and he suspected that she had built up more of a tolerance for its effect. He supported Karen as she rode through her orgasm, and savored the feeling as more energy trickled into his body. The percentage of energy that he received was much greater this time, and he realized that a cum-enduced orgasm seemed far less fair to his deserving woman.

"You gonna be okay?"

Karen gasped as her strength returned, centering herself on her shaky legs before she responded, "Wow... Yeah. What was that?"

Andrew blushed and responded, "That was... Well, that was my cum. I'm pretty sure it's not normal, though I think that's a question you'd be in a better position to answer."

She laughed at the truth of his words, and the insanity of the situation she found herself in. Her already unique position within the world had been turned on its head by her new relationship, and she loved this fresh feeling of discovery.

Karen squeezed him in tight, and revelled in the feeling of his cock tensing against her thigh. Part of her wanted to reach down and grasp him, to drop to her knees and fellate him until his toes curled and his vision went blurry. Fear kept her from acting on her impulse; if a couple of drops of his pre-cum had given her such an intense orgasm, she boggled at what a mouthful might do.

Andrew stepped away from Karen, allowing her to get under the welcoming spray of warm water. They took their time cleaning each other's bodies, and soon the entire room was steeped in the scent of flowers and honey. Whatever soap and shampoo she used, Andrew wanted to get some, so that he could smell that scent every day.

The intimacy of what they had just shared changed the entire dynamic of their burgeoning relationship. Any doubt that they possessed was lost in the comforting sea of their familiarity. Andrew scrubbed her back, and enjoyed the sight of bubbling and frothing soap across her smooth skin. Her breasts were amazing, and he was eager to explore her tantalizing flesh more fully, but for now, he enjoyed the act of cleaning his woman, and being similarly cleansed in return.

While Andrew dried himself off, Karen vanished into her bedroom. A few minutes later, Andrew exited the bathroom wearing only his underwear, while he continued to scrub the water from his wild and untamed hair. He found Karen sprawled out on the sofa, resting against a few large pillows. Her hair was wrapped in a towel, and she was swaddled within the warm embrace of a large white robe, the fluffy material making her seem much larger than he knew she was.

Karen was lost in thought as she watched the dancing flames flicker in the fire. Movement drew her attention to Andrew, and she marvelled at how young and virile he looked, as he stood transfixed by her.

Her voice was soft, as she asked, "You gonna join me?" Her eyes seemed eager as she waited for his response.

"How could I turn down such a tempting offer?" he grinned, as he crossed the room, brought short by the sight as she opened her robe to cradle him against her. Andrew admired how her slim body moulded along the contours of the pillows, pushing out her chest to highlight her heaving breasts, while her legs rested in a tantalizing display. Lace panties the shade of sapphire hid her most precious treasure, but did little to keep her arousal a secret; the dark discoloration of her fluids was already evident on the blue material.

They both sighed as he laid back against her, becoming wrapped in the cocoon of her robe-assisted embrace.

Andrew leaned back into her and breathed out, "Damn, that's nice."

Contentment radiated through their bond, as Andrew snuggled into Karen's comforting caress.

"How did we get here?" he wondered aloud, enjoying the flickering of the flames, as the fire slowly consumed the logs that fed it.

Karen chuckled, and responded with a slow and deliberate cadence that Andrew found wonderful, "Life, my dear boy. We flow through its eternal stream, and find ourselves forever at its mercy."

Andrew closed his eyes and drank in her words, to think of the perspective her life had provided her. "I have been caught in the unyielding force of its rapids for so long, that I find myself suspicious of this delightful calm."

Karen laughed, startling Andrew from the reverie of the moment. She caressed his chest, and soothed his disquiet at her reaction. "I apologize, my dear. You must admit that things have been less than calm. I fear you may be looking at life through sex-colored glasses, my dear boy."

They both chuckled, and Andrew shook his head. Of course she was right. "Was this what it was like for you, when you came into your power?"

Karen's breathing settled as she looked into the fire, and considered Andrew's question. "I was much younger than you are now. I was just becoming a woman, which from the wizards and witches I have talked with seems to be common; puberty seems to bring forth our powers. Of course, society was different in the late seventeen-hundreds, in many troubling ways."

She was lost in thought, the fire reminding her of countless nights alone with her family. "The stars seemed endless, bright and compelling against the inky black firmament. We looked at things with such poetry back then, ignorance compelling us to find our own answers to the countless mysteries that threatened us.

"No, Andrew. My journey was much different from yours. After I saved my mother's life, my gift manifested itself magnificently. Our animals were almost never sick, and even the plants seemed to thrive. It was a difficult time to be a farmer in the south of France, and while all of our neighbors struggled, we thrived."

Andrew savored the sound of her voice, and the fondness within her tone. "That must have been wonderful."

Karen sighed, as she remembered what came next. "For a time it was, but then things changed. It started — as it always does — with furtive glances hiding jealous suspicion. I thought I was crazy, my young mind struggling to comprehend that people could think so ill of me. Then I would catch words spoken around corners, and behind closed doors. 'Loup garou,' 'sorcière'."

She pulled him against her naked chest, as the words hung in the air. "Werewolf, witch," she intoned, as if to steal the power from the words that haunted her. Karen rubbed her hands along her lover's chest, basking in the comfort of his presence, while she continued her story.

"Werewolves were a scourge a few hundred years before I was born, and I guess my people were slow to forget, but quick to judge."

"Just ask Marie-Antoinette," Andrew provided.

She kissed his neck, and enjoyed the distraction of his offering. "Fun fact, I was seven when her life was so abruptly cut short."

"Ba-dum-ch!" Andrew blurted, before they both broke out in laughter. The reality of her statement was not lost on Andrew, who chose to focus on the humor of their exchange, rather than the staggering implications of her age.

"The Council found me then, and secreted me away. For those few years before I was forced to flee to their protection, I was free and explored my gift with a joy and passion I have been unable to capture since. At first, I thought that the tutelage of a master would be a blessing, but I could not stand it. He was a nice man, but arrogant and stubborn when it came to the healing arts.

At first, they would not allow me to leave, forcing their ideas upon me. Eventually, I just stopped."

The moment dragged on, and Andrew wiggled up against her, asking, "Stopped what?"

Karen took a deep breath, before responding, "Everything."

Her statement hung in the air for a long moment, its enigmatic presence absolute.

"A person can live for about seven days without water, and a few weeks without food. I survived for two months with neither. By the time they let me go, my gift felt like a burden instead of a blessing. One of their agents helped me set up a new life, far from my family, and taught me how to blend in.

"The one demand they made for me to remain free, was that I had to remain hidden. I chose not to be part of their secret society, and for three-hundred years, I have lived in secret."

Andrew could tell there was more that had happened over the three-hundred years since she had forced her freedom, but felt it best to let her have her secrets. The torment he felt from her as she thought about that period of time, seemed too dangerous to rekindle during such a happy evening.

He turned his head, and gave her a tender kiss. As they parted, she said, "I'm fine, my dear. I promise."

He grinned and explained, "I know. It's not that."

She smoothed his hair, and enjoyed the soft feel of his untamed locks gliding between her fingers. "Then what is it?"

"If you had not chosen to leave, and had not risked your life to do so, we may never have met, and we most certainly would not be here." He wiggled against her, tantalizing her body with his small movements. "And right here, is pretty awesome."

Karen moaned into his ear in agreement.

They lay there for several minutes, just savoring the moment while they watched the fire.

"Would you be a dear, and fetch dessert from the oven? I fear I am weak and mustn't risk overexerting myself."

Andrew turned his head, the sight of her mischievous smile reminding him of Sara. Realization that he was attracted to women who loved to play games had just hit him, as he stood and grinned back at her.

"I already had dessert, and it was syrupy and delicious!" he licked his lips, and let out a soft moan, reminding her of their recent exploits.

She blushed and giggled, feeling strange at her own reaction. She had not felt this over-the-top in love in centuries, and couldn't remember the last time she had let out such a flirty giggle.

Andrew winked and added a couple of logs to the fire, before fetching the pear tarts from the oven. He returned with two glasses of milk, and the two pastries centered on a tray.

"Hope you don't mind, but I got some milk as well."

"Not at all, that sounds wonderful."

They shared a glass of milk, and Karen fed them both bites of pear pastry, while they continued to talk.

"To answer your question from earlier, you are not like any man I have ever known."

Andrew swallowed his treat, and washed it down with a drink of milk before saying, "Wow, I had forgotten all about that conversation. Well-remembered, though you do have a knack for noticing the small details."

Her musical laugh was rich and carried through the room well. "One of the many gifts of being a teacher." She was lost in thought, while she enjoyed a small bite of pastry, the sweet and tart pear blending with the savory crust, and dissolving in her mouth while she thought about her man.

"What is it like for you, when you are with one of us?"

The lack of jealousy in her voice was a relief to Andrew, who was still a bit nervous about trying to balance two needful women.

"It's funny, because I have been thinking about that a lot lately." He took a moment, and chuckled as he gathered his thoughts. "It reminds me of how you described your mother's wound, how you could sense the bits of her body that had been damaged.

"When I started with Sara, it was all instinctual. Everything was fresh, and I was so excited to learn. I discovered as much about myself, as I did about her. It wasn't until recently, that I started to realize how much my gift guides me."

As if to prove his point, he reached back, resting his hand on her outer thigh, he said, "Just tell me if what I say is wrong."

Karen was confused for a moment, but then was distracted, as his hand massaged the meat of her leg. The slight knot beneath his hand loosened, and his fingers caused her body to flush with renewed arousal.

"You like that; your skin feels warm, and I am growing aroused." His hand slid down her leg, and her excitement grew, as he touched the thin and sensitive skin behind her knee. "Wow, you like that even more. Naughty girl!"

She blushed at his words, but knew he was right.

"Your skin feels even warmer, and..." he bit his lip, as he fought to maintain control against the sea of desire he still contained within him, "I want you even more."

Andrew was forced to pause, as he centered himself enough to continue. He sat forward, suspecting he knew something she did not like, from how she had reacted while he serviced her earlier that evening. As his hand moved further down her leg, her hot desires became consumed by anxiety, as he neared her feet. He paused just before she pulled away from him. "You hate that, your skin feels cold, and my desire has died."

Karen leaned around, admiring what he considered to be dead. His shorts were tented forward several inches by his semi-hard cock, flagging but still eager for action.

He leaned back against her, and happily took the bite of tart she offered him. While they enjoyed their dessert, Karen decided they should get to the meat of their conversation.

"So, what are we going to do, dear?"

Andrew wanted to pretend he did not understand what she was asking, wishing he could avoid that conversation, but knowing that he couldn't.

"Well, what do you want? I can't believe I'm saying this, but you are part of our family now. We want you to be with us, but know that with things being how they are, we can't do that yet."

Karen sighed, her relief evident in the rise of her chest. "That's the problem I've been desperate to solve as well."

Andrew leaned against her, reaching back and cupping her neck with his hand, his fingers tracing small circles along her skin, while they both watched the fire dance.

"Your house is too close to the highway for people not to notice us coming and going, and while my house is isolated, we cannot rely on my parents not coming home unexpectedly, and finding us all together."

Karen laughed, and again consoled Andrew as she explained, "I thought I was done hiding from my lover's parents hundreds of years ago."

Andrew joined her, and together they laughed. He added, "I like to think I'm a quality problem, and well-worth having to flee through a few windows for."

She shook her head and admired how Andrew was able to take everything in stride with such ease. Few people could do that, and he seemed to perform the task as if he had been born to it. As she admired his small frame, she was reminded that in a sense he had been; his adversity through life had trained him to focus on the things he could change, and accept those things he could not.

Karen was distracted from her thoughts, by a consideration from Andrew, "The safest place for us is the glade, and in there we can spend days together, in what would be mere hours out here in the world."

He took a deep breath and confessed, "I hate having to hide you, and needing to meet in secret."

She appreciated his sentiment, and shared his feelings. "Me too, my dear, but until we can all be together without drawing attention, we must."

Andrew understood the hidden threat behind her words — she was wary of what that attention might bring, or more specifically, who it might draw from hiding.

Protectiveness emanated from Andrew, and swaddled Karen in his warm affection.

"My wonderful man, I know you understand some of the risks we face. For now, we must content ourselves with our few dalliances, and savor the brief time we can steal."

They both felt the glaring omission from their little party. Karen ran her fingers along his upper abdomen, and eased his worry. "Sara is wise beyond her years, and knew how I would feel well before I did. While I love having you all to myself, I yearn for the chance to witness the two of you together, and to share in the experiences we will have."

Andrew completed her thought for her, "As a family."

She hugged him close, and they fell into a soothing sense of contentment.

Andrew stared into the fire for a long moment, trying to organize a thought that had been plaguing his subconscious. His silent musings were apparent to Karen, who contented herself with caressing his chest and watching the fire.

"Karen?"

She smiled at the pensive tone of his voice, and responded, "Yes, my dear."

"How long has it been since you had the dream?"

Karen noticed the uncertainty in his words, and wondered what was bothering him. "I had the dream but two times, and-"

"-Friday was the last time," Andrew interjected, his words sounding reverent and speculative.

"Does that hold some special meaning?" she never stopped massaging his chest as she spoke, her gift and their bond ensuring that her touch was comforting to whatever was bothering Andrew.

"It's just strange, my love," the dramatic epithet went unnoticed by Andrew, having rolled off his tongue with natural ease, while Karen luxuriated in the word, finding it appropriate despite her lifetime of experience telling her it was too soon for him to have used it.

"Sara and I shared our dream for weeks, and had it every night. It was not until..." he paused, his eyes growing wide, as he stared into the fire. The flickering of the flames seemed to ignite some understanding within him, "...until we started sleeping in the glade."

"Well, my young pupil, that hardly sounds like coincidence."

Andrew's mind continued to work, and Karen enjoyed the feeling of having him rest against her. The crackling of the flame and the scent of pear tart worked to entomb them within their comforting embrace. Whatever connection his agile mind had been struggling to make drifted away, leaving the couple basking in their shared moment of togetherness. The meaning of this revelation would come to light eventually, they both knew that, and for now, they felt blessed to share in each other's affection.

Moments passed — as they always do — and they could sense the end of the evening approaching, as the fire dimmed. It was drawing very late, and Karen knew she would need to rest soon. Andrew was eager to unburden himself of his gift for his red-haired temptress, who even now tantalised him with her slow and deliberate masturbation. He knew she did not need to relieve herself, her desires far below what she required, but rather, she was using her pleasure to remind him of her presence; one of her many games.

"Before you go, there is something I feel you must know."

Andrew perked up at the mystery behind Karen's statement.

"When I healed you earlier today, my gift affected you with an efficiency that I have only ever experienced with one other person."

As the anticipation built, he smiled and realized how much he enjoyed the suspense. His gift had chosen well.

"Myself. Healing you was almost as effective as when I heal myself, and nearly as easy." Her statement hung in the air, being given time to be considered.

"That's fantastic, Karen. Considering how dangerous my life has become, that seems like it would be helpful."

She smiled, and confirmed, "It will be, I'm certain of it, but that is not the news I wanted to share. I felt you needed to understand that, so that you could appreciate the certainty I have at what I'm about to tell you."

He questioned whether he appreciated these pregnant pauses while he waited, but just as she began to speak, he knew he did, because he would have waited longer.