The Bonding Chronicles Ch. 11

The glade filled with the intermingled sounds of Sara's mouth cleaning her juices from Andrew's cock, and his deep rumbling moans as he basked in her worshipful praise. The intensity of their final climax was a surprise to them both, as they shook through their release. Sara no longer lost control of herself as she was consumed by her orgasm, and continued to stimulate Andrew as she swallowed his growing pleasure.

Her fluids ran down her thigh, and as Andrew admired the renewed swirl of energy around his core, he relaxed into the sensation of fulfillment. Andrew looked around the glade as his body swelled with the feeling of restored vigor, the forces of this magical place still a mystery to the young man, who both loved and feared the unknown nature of his sanctuary. While much of the energy Sara had just provided him had recharged his exhausted core, a lot of it had vanished to a place unknown.

Andrew knelt and looked into Sara's sleepy eyes, before running his hand over her firm belly, watching as contentment washed over her face.

"We should get you home, so you can sleep this off, my dear kitten." He was reminded of Karen's tone as he listened to his own words.

Sara blinked at him and took a moment to focus. "That sounds wonderful." She stretched and gave a huge yawn, before standing and starting to trundle off towards their house.

"Where are your clothes?" Andrew called out behind her.

She pointed towards her panties which remained crumpled up where she had thrown them. Andrew laughed, and asked, "That's all you wore?" He shook his head and laughed at his playful woman, as she shambled away in an almost-drunken state of exhaustion, his question having gone unnoticed and unanswered.

Andrew realized how tender his balls had become as he pulled on his pants, the soft material of his boxers feeling coarse and abrasive against the sensitive skin of his sex. He checked his monolith, and confirmed what his eyes had already witnessed: the LED lights remained entirely unscathed within the battlefield of their passions. He chuckled as he gathered the small devices, deactivating them before catching up to his befuddled girlfriend, who continued to meander in the general direction of their house.

"Follow me, my pet," he said with a playful chuckle, as he took her hand.

"Yes, owner," she said through a yawn, as she clung to his hand and followed him into the forest.

It took Andrew little effort to guide his agile — if sleepy — girlfriend back to their house, where he found Psycho staring at him from the couch. The cat followed them into their room, where Sara carefully laid down on her side and wrapped her arms around her large tummy. While she drifted into a deep sleep, the calico cat curled up behind her legs, and purred as it closed its eyes. Andrew covered her with a sheet, and was surprised when Psycho did not seem to mind being cocooned behind her owner's legs.

He yawned before crossing the room and taking a pen from one of his desk drawers. Standing at the threshold to the bathroom, he placed the pen against the top of his head, as level as he could manage, before tracing a shaky line against the doorframe. He admired the line before sitting at his desk to finish his last task of the evening.

Andrew blinked away another bout of sleep, which threatened to collapse him within his comfortable chair, before slapping his face, and focusing his mind. He took out a piece of paper, and drew the design for a defensive ward on the blank white sheet of parchment.

A few seconds later his hand trembled, as he rested his finger upon its intricate design. Fear slowed his efforts, as he reached within his mind, and pulled a strand of energy from his core to connect himself with the design he had just drawn. Despite his efforts, he failed to find a point of contact. Unlike the ward within the glade, or the construct within his mind, he could find no purchase, no handhold to grasp and connect with.

He opened the folder he had set aside with Karen's designs contained within, and confirmed that the shape and contours of his lines had matched what she had shown him. His eyes drooped as he considered what he had done wrong, and as sleep threatened to consume him yet again, he knew that his evening was over. His thoughts had grown too cloudy and muddled to continue.

Andrew stood with unsure footing, as he meandered across his large bedroom. He stripped off his clothes, and lamented having to leave his dirty laundry on the floor where it fell. The fact was that he did not possess the stamina to place them in the hamper where they belonged, so he resolved himself to clean up his room when he woke in the morning.

The warmth of his woman resting within his sheets reminded him of how blessed he had become. Karen's sprite seemed contented and calm as it nestled up with Sara's sprite against the monolith within his mind. He pulled the sheets around his naked body, and guided Sara into his arms, where she rested her head against his chest while she wiggled up against him. He placed his hand against her swollen belly, and felt a wave of protectiveness fall upon him, as he drifted off to sleep.

***** A Guided Light *****

Caili's footfalls echoed through the Crystal Cathedral. Her armoured boots released a dull clank with each pronounced step, as she made her way across the long ornate room. Her sky-blue gaze was fixed upon the figure sitting atop the dais at the far end of the wide hall. She wore her golden blonde hair in direct conflict with the popular style of her people, cropping it short so that it would remain out of her way, should she ever need to defend herself.

White marble pillars rose from the sparkling sands that shifted beneath her feet. An intricate latticework of clear crystal wound its way around each pillar, before spreading out to form the semi-transparent arched roof that gave this place its name. Bright sunlight shone through in muted beams of warm light, and cast mottled glowing rays of ever-changing hues across the white sand floor.

Caili had been spellbound by the wonder of this place when she had first been brought before the Mother Superior almost a century ago. Her seasoned muscles flexed at the memory, and she felt — for the first time in a decade — the sense of intimidation that this magical place seemed to empart.

The soft sands acted as a contrast to the solid rigidity of the pillars, and played tricks on the mind, as the ever shifting shades of light enticed you into a state of wonder. Caili had stepped upon the bones of the damned, and faced down the countless hordes of the Nether Realm, and still the woman who sat before her held a singular place of terror within her heart.

She knew why she had been summoned, and was resolved to stand her ground despite the great risk she knew she was taking. The cloudless sky that shone through the crystal roof brought light to her troubled mind, and strength to her will. The sun had always brought her strength, much as it did to all the people of her race.

After almost a minute of walking, Caili arrived at the foot of the dais. The soft sands rose in rough steps towards the crystal and marble throne, everything held together by some powerful and unseen magical force. The enigmatic woman who perched atop the throne held her golden-tipped silver wings out to her sides, casting a wide shadow all the way to where Caili now stood.

The tall, muscular woman knelt, not daring to look upon the Mother Superior directly. She rested her gauntleted arm upon the ornate poleyn that protected her knee, before extending her wings out above her, her snow-white pinions extending high into the air, where her flight-feathers ended with platinum tips that shone in the light above her.

"You summoned, Mother Superior," Caili's voice was pronounced and commanding, despite her low station within their society.

"You had but one task, my dear child, and yet the boy lives," the singsong words drifted through the air, their melody masking the disappointment within the woman's voice.

"I cannot kill that which does not take."

Caili could feel the penetrating stare of the powerful woman who looked down upon her, her face still cast upon the sparkling sands of the cathedral floor, while she waited in judgement.

"His threat remains too great to ignore. He must be dealt with." The sound of the Mother Superior's wings flexing out punctuated the end of her statement, and caused a gust of wind to cross Caili's humbled form, the powerful woman's aggravation being made plain by the unspoken language of their people.

Caili turned her wings out, broadening their appearance to the Mother Superior, as she responded, "Had he evil in his heart, I would have ended him already, but despite his challenges he remains pure and unblemished. A truer soul I have never known."

The silence that followed her pronouncement felt like an eternity to the powerfully built warrior, who knelt in supplication, both eager to serve, and yet unwilling to betray her nature. After several long moments of contemplation, the Mother Superior spoke, her musical words filling the cathedral with unnatural beauty.

"Why must you continue to interfere in the mortal world? First, you intervene with his woman, and then this night past, you invade the mind of an insignificant man, for some unknown purpose. If you refuse to end this threat, then you must heed my edict: watch and wait for his heart to grow dark, as it must by his nature."

Caili rested within the shadow of the most powerful being within their realm, and felt the threat hidden behind the melody of her words. Whatever leeway she had been given due to the sacrifices of her past would not be tolerated any longer.

"Yes, Mother Superior."

"May the light guide you, and protect you in all the places shadows lurk."

The oldest and most sacred prayer of her people held a special meaning when spoken by the Mother Superior. Caili could feel the light of the heavens wash through her body, and provide strength to her muscular frame, as the recitation ended, and the Mother Superior folded her wings against her back. The removal of the shadow that had blanketed her was a silent command that Caili's audience with the Mother Superior had come to its end.

Caili rose to her feet, and kept her gaze upon the firm but soft sands, as she turned and walked the long distance to leave the cathedral. Raising her gaze, she saw the many Harbingers of Light that hid within the shadows of the tall pillars — the silent guardians of the Mother Superior.

They were a sect of men who followed her word with a fanatical loyalty that defied understanding. Among her people, they were the few who could willingly betray their nature to take a life, if it meant the protection of the Mother Superior. Caili studied one of the men with a warrior's gaze, and knew he would stand little chance against her.

He was small and frail, even by the standards of her people. Far from an anomaly, he was representative of all of the Harbingers of Light. What they lacked in strength, they made up for with training and numbers. Their count was difficult to estimate, but ranged in the thousands. A small army of fanatics with a single-minded purpose.

Why the Mother Superior did not send one of her Harbingers to deal with Andrew continued to confuse her. Regardless of their frail stature, they were still far superior than a mortal man, and Andrew had not grown in strength enough to defend himself against their like. The more Caili studied Andrew, the more she wondered if she would be compelled to protect the small man, if ever the Mother Superior sent an assassin to end the threat that he posed to the natural world.

***** Speculation *****

The gentle sounds of splashing water filled the large open space of the glade. Andrew rested upon the ward, the light from its surface illuminating what he knew should be dark. He could see two statuesque woman embracing within the cool waters of the pond a dozen feet away, their hands working some unseen magic upon their bodies below the surface of the water. They shared a tender and slow kiss, which seemed unhurried in their expression of affection.

Andrew could feel the firm muscles of his body working with an unfamiliar efficiency, as he rose to his feet and admired the view of the women who brought joy to his heart. Both women looked in his direction, and Andrew froze under the supernatural glare from their radiant eyes.

He recognized the silhouette of Sara, with her short spiky hair standing out against the rippling reflection on the surface of the water, her glowing amber eyes causing her alluring almond irises to stand out against the black of night. The rumbling sound of her purr foretold her contentment, as she enjoyed the embrace of the woman beside her.

The second figure was more of a mystery, though Andrew knew who it belonged to. While he could not see the eyes of his brown-haired beauty, he could feel her gaze upon him, her long curly locks vanishing within the water just beneath her shoulders.

The sound of their whispers vanished as they disappeared beneath the surface of the water. A moment later they emerged, hand-in-hand, rising a few feet from the shore. Andrew could smell their scent from where he stood, their sweet muskiness seeming to somehow communicate to him their relaxed joy. They stopped and admired him, his naked body laid bare before them.

As they wrapped each other in a tender embrace, their lips made contact and they enjoyed each other's affection. Andrew admired the view as the cloud cover parted enough to show the young firm bodies that performed before him.

Sara was lean and powerful, the definition of her muscles standing out as she ran her arms across Karen's firm body. Karen was supple, her soft skin yielding to Sara's caress. Andrew could tell that she possessed a tremendous strength, but that her body was designed for a less combative purpose than Sara's. He adjusted his semi-erect dick, and considered whether he should join them. Somehow the scene before him failed to arouse his desires, and instead seemed to bring forth a sense of belonging. These women were his, and he was theirs.

Just as the thought crossed his mind they turned and leaned their heads together, as they gazed into his eyes, their lips still glistening with their saliva. Sara's face was angular, and held many characteristics of the cats which so perfectly defined her. Her elongated ears shifted and tracked the sounds of the forest, as she steadied her eyes on her mate.

Karen was stunning. She looked to be in her early twenties, and within her deep hazel eyes Andrew could see a zest for life that made him smile with joy. Her thick brown hair fell to her shoulders, and ran down her back, the long curls framing her parisian face, and reminding Andrew of an old Alfons Mucha poster he had once seen, her beauty making the old master's work pale in its comparison to her.

They whispered together in silence. The only sounds reaching Andrew's ears were the tittering laughter of two old friends. Just as Andrew's desire to be included reached its peak, Karen took a few jaunty steps and closed the distance, before taking Andrew into her arms. The experience felt foreign to Andrew who failed to realize how much taller he was, until she was forced to lean up so that their lips could meet.

Andrew took her into his arms, and they both basked in the warm security that his embrace imparted. Karen guided him back onto the mossy ward, where she rested against him. She continued to lavish his lips with kiss after tender kiss, while her large firm breasts pressed against him. Sara slid in on Andrew's other side, where Andrew wrapped her in his other arm, and enjoyed the feeling of small fine hairs running down the center of her back.

Her tongue trailed long paths across his hairless chest, the coarse texture seeming to pull at his skin, as she cleaned the sweat from his body. He could feel her oils being smeared across his newly-cleaned flesh, as she ran her temple across his chest, and marked her man. Andrew caressed their backs while holding them against him, both possessive and protective in his embrace.

Karen pulled away, and ran her hand along Sara's elegant face. The red-haired woman's purr intensified, as she pressed her face into Karen's open palm. Andrew leaned in and ran his temple across her shoulder, the act feeling natural, as he felt her smooth skin against his face. The two women kissed and let out contented moans, with clear joy written across their young faces.

His mates nestled into the crooks of his arms, their faces resting against his chest as they closed their eyes and sighed. The vibrations of Sara's deep purr echoed through Andrew's chest, as the two woman relaxed into his embrace. They traced gentle lines across his chest and abdomen as the small family relaxed into the night.

Andrew felt his adoration for the two woman swell within his chest, as he peered through the canopy above. The Milky Way looked back through the gaps in the leaves, bright and majestic against the inky blackness of space. For many minutes they rested there, and were captured within that sense of belonging.

Sara's hand drifted down the smooth skin of Andrew's abdomen, and her fingers traced the contours of his strong muscles as they made her way south. As they crossed his pubic mound, his dick rose to its full eight inches of glory, having sensed that his mate approached. She took him into the palm of her hand, and caught the surge of pre-cum which leaked from his crown, before spreading it down his length.

Her hand worked with slow and deliberate attention. The act was uncharacteristic for his fiery mate, and Andrew immediately understood the appreciation she was showing. While he savored the sensation of Sara's gentle caress, Karen trailed kisses along his neck. The two women worked with unhurried care to build Andrew's release. They took turns stroking his shaft, and shifted hands with a practiced efficiency that told Andrew they had done this many times before.

He kissed Karen, enjoying the sensual tenderness of her lips, as she ran her hands across his nipples with the same slow rhythm that their mouths shared. Sara took her place, the deep passion of his red-and-black-haired firecracker expressed through the intensity of her lips. Her fingers trailed slick lines of pre-cum across his chest, as she ran her wet hand across his firm muscles.

Unlike his dreams with Sara, neither woman seemed to be rushing or playing games with him. Their actions were direct and measured, as they worked to bring him towards a slow but strong orgasm. The pace of their hands were consistent and patient, as they spent countless minutes bringing the nerves of his body to life.

It was not until he felt the cresting pressure of his eminent release, that Karen's tender stroking of his cock picked up in tempo. He could feel the heavy weight of his scrotum, as his balls were pulled towards his body. Both orbs burned with the desire for release. Once he felt the first jerk of his long shaft, he realized that Sara had moved down his body, and that Karen was directing the tip of his cock towards her waiting mouth.

His eyes burst to life with an intense violet glow, the light of his radiant gaze illuminating the delicate features of Karen's smiling face as his appreciation projected towards her. His body tensed and shook against the force of his orgasm. The feeling of his cum being driven from his body was amazing, and he savored the sensation as he felt his muscles contracting to propel the thick fluid down his shaft.

The strong gout of cum filled Sara's mouth and puffed out her cheeks, as she caught his load. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, as her body tensed through her first orgasm. The thick nutrient-rich liquid overwhelmed her senses, as she released his cock into Karen's waiting grip. The older woman took Sara's place as the eager recipient of his next spurt.