The Bonding Chronicles Ch. 17

Selecting 'Catherine Berger' caused a pop-out window to appear an inch before the list of his mates, its edges and text rendered in ethereal light as the smokey glass window presented its information. More data than he knew what to do with was listed there, her entire history laid out for his perusal, but one mystery remained, the nature of her powers. Under 'Gifts' he found a limited description of the things she had told him, very little new information presented, and as he read about her powers, the only new thing he learned was that she would immediately begin to heal any damage that had been done to her body.

It wasn't until he finished that sentence that he realized the nature of the data he was reading. The Monolith was only able to provide details that either of them knew, recording their knowledge for posterity, but providing no insight of its own. His eyes continued to scan the massive document, more than two-hundred years of life expressed in literary form, and what he began to notice was that certain sections seemed to be redacted. An entire chapter in the nineteen-forties blocked out and obscured from reading.

There were still mysteries he needed to solve about his wonderful brown-haired beauty, and in a strange way that idea thrilled him. He wanted to get to know her, and learn of those important moments by listening to her share them with her sing-song voice, her rhythm of speech a hypnotic patter that would bring her history to life.

He closed Karen's window, and turned his attention to the third and final entry in his list of mates, the one word rendered in white, and reading, "Taneem." Each name was prefaced with an icon, Sara's a golden paw print, and Karen's a blue medical plus contained within a circle, but for his third and mysterious woman there was just a white question mark icon.

Andrew shook his head as he read her name, 'Taneem' standing out and looking strange on the page, knowing that it was not spelled correctly. It was his best guess at how he thought the unique and exotic name would be written, and until he could learn better, he resigned himself to his ignorance. That thought helped him to realize that for whatever reason, the bond was not providing information from her side of their link, and in a strange way, that gave him more information than anything else.

With that understanding, Andrew was not surprised when he clicked her name and nothing happened. Everything about her sprite felt different from Sara and Karen, both of whom he had been drawn to the moment they bonded.

As he looked upon that mystery, Andrew suspected why Tani'm had fled into the forest, and was able to pinpoint similar moments when Sara and Karen had been pulled into his heart. That flicker of lightning that seemed to drill into their soul and connect them in an instant. Sara's kindness to Andrew, lifting him off the ground in the glade nearly a month prior had sealed their fate. Karen, well she was more difficult. Andrew quickly realized that it must have happened the first time they brought her to The Glade, while she was confused and struggling to recover from the terror instilled by the protection ward that safeguarded their shelter. There had been a mighty and terrible storm that night, and in all the chaos, neither of them thought anything of it when he brushed her cheek.

He had only wanted to give her comfort, and in a way he had, but he had never intended to change the course of her life. Worry crept towards him again, magic once more proving how dangerous and unexpected every simple action could become.

With Sara in his arms, he tried to explain what he had just discovered, and while Karen continued to regrow Thunderfoot's limb, they speculated and joked about the implications Tani'm joining their family would have. Karen seemed almost lecherous in her desires for the young woman, a sly and delighted gleam in her eyes that brought arousal to the hearts of them all.

They knew that Tani'm would find a perfect place within their growing family, and despite the playful caresses that passed between Andrew and Sara, they managed to stay on topic. There was one question that troubled Andrew above all others; why Tani'm seemed so different from Sara and Karen? He had no sense of her, and knew in some way that she was distant from him, unconnected despite how easily he could find her within his mind.

They talked about that difference for the better part of thirty minutes, none of them able to hit on anything that helped it make sense. Sara had what Andrew found to be the most compelling argument, that perhaps the bond was so young, that those other pieces had not yet formed. Sara had been bonded with Andrew for weeks before either of them really knew what was going on, and Karen had only discovered their bond because of the Moonstone magical device, which helped to reveal Andrew's lilac corruption well before he knew that Karen had found her way into his heart.

Her best point, and the one that drove Andrew further into that thinking, was that they had not yet shared a dream with her. They passed that idea around for a few more minutes, each moment making it seem all the more likely, until Karen stopped her healing and stretched her aching back while she reminded them that she had felt the draw towards Andrew the first night she had been bonded. Fevered masterbation had kept her young mate at the front of her mind, and while she had not known it at the time, it was clearly the bond that had shared their lust from The Glade that had kept her going.

With that revelation, the discussion continued, and Sara eventually turned their speculation into a game, teasing Andrew back to attention with a gentle grip that stroked his soft male flesh until it was hard enough to slide between the cheeks of her ass. The conversation never ceased, but the edge of their debate shifted further from reality and more towards the obscene as time went on.

Andrew stood no chance against Sara's delightful flesh, the crease between her cheeks swaddling his cock in slick warmth. Karen came over and laid in front of Sara, continuing their discussion between playful kisses and loving caresses. The quality of their words never seemed to fade, even as their needs built and their carnal distractions grew.

If their previous sexual encounter had been a sprint, then what they experienced that second time was a leisurely stroll through the fields of their desires. Gentle caresses tracing pathways of pleasure across their sensitive and delicate skin. It was during those moments of exploration that Karen hit on the idea that Tani'm may have a choice in joining their family, and as they talked with heavy breath, Andrew realized how true that hypothesis sounded.

From that moment on, they kept coming back to that idea, wondering what choices they would have made if they had been put into that position. Every time Andrew and Karen speculated on how their lives would have been altered, Sara would distract them with some overt and sexual action — her hands providing happiness, while her words reminded them of the love and acceptance they had found in each other.

Andrew thought it was funny how different their perspectives were. Sara never doubted the value of their bond, cherishing it as a fundamental part of who she was, while Karen loved the life she had fallen into, finding something in their union that Andrew had difficulty understanding, but knew meant more than anything the wise woman could ever express. Then there was Andrew, and while he liked to think he knew himself well, he was forced to admit that he held a blind spot where the bond was concerned.

It was instinctual, he knew that, but it was something more, and as he considered it, he failed to find any meaningful way to relate to what it meant for him. Sara and Karen felt like part of his body, limbs he could not live without, but there was something deeper than that, something strange and compelling that he struggled to see. Like a thought that refused to be realized, just flitting and skirting his conscious mind, teasing him with hidden meaning.

Eventually, as their lust grew, their words began to fail them, poignancy being replaced by lustful moans as their hands and legs continued to tease the pleasure out of their partners bodies. Despite their needs, they never escalated, none of them trying to do anything more than what they had been doing — allowing their bodies to luxuriate in the blissful pain of their growing arousal.

Sara and Karen were soaked, vanilla and honey scented desire pouring from their enflamed sex in a copious river of growing bliss. Karen had pushed her leg up between Sara's parted knees, applying much appreciated pressure to the younger woman's burning feminine slit. The rocking motion they all adopted was more than enough to provide steady and consistent stimulation to everyone involved.

Andrew continued to slide between Sara's firm posterior, her athletic cheeks stimulating his nerves until his need radiated out through every inch of his aching manhood. His hands caressed the bounty of flesh that rested before him, often cupping breasts or tweaking needy nipples, his lips kissing and licking Sara between her shoulder blades. He fought his urge to cum, holding his climax at bay in favor of satisfying his women.

Sara was first to teeter over the edge, falling into an ocean of satisfaction and joy. Her body shook, mouth releasing short stunted gasps and yelps as her pleasure rocked her athletic body. Her climax hit Andrew and Karen like a hammer, and while Andrew was able to take the force of her release, Karen was driven over the edge, taking Andrew's fingers into her mouth and sucking on them with lewd satisfaction. Her pussy clenched and quivered, reflecting the struggle Karen's whole body faced as those waves of delight cascaded through her every muscle, causing the older woman to spasm and shake along with her young female lover.

That last orgasm was almost impossible to avoid, Andrew's cock was solid as stone and began to tense, pulling back against his chest as his balls pulled up towards his body. They felt heavy, his need for release evident in the bounty his body had prepared.

It was no surprise to anyone that Sara was the first to overcome the debilitation of her climax, slipping from their embrace and crawling with uneven movements until Andrew's red hot mushroom tip was pressed against her quivering lips, anticipation and anxiety fighting in the heart of the young woman who ran her tongue teasingly across the slit at the tip of his sensitive member. No matter how many times she found herself embattled by their sexual adventures, Sara was never certain her body could withstand the earth shattering force of the climaxes that loomed before her. After everything she had already been through that night, her weakened body seemed more at risk than ever before.

His seed was thick and rich, just as delicious as it had been earlier that evening, but as it coated her mouth and travelled down her throat, she nearly collapsed as her already climaxing body convulsed in renewed pleasure. She shook and shivered, Andrew's cock slipping from her lips and slapping against his chest, her saliva and his sappy white fluid creating a snail trail across his hairless abdomen as his dick slid for a moment before coming to rest.

Andrew fought his urge to continue his release, not wanting to waste his seed, instinct calling out from the back of his mind and whispering of his mates need for his nectar, their cravings given voice within his own desires. His eyes were clenched shut, his mindscape a lilac cacophony of chaos, pleasure radiating out through all of their bodies and painting his mind in a beautiful orchestra of joy.

Just as he could hold out no longer, Karen gripped his slippery, iron-hard tool and brought it up, catching the next spray across the side of her face, her lips sealing around the head of his cock in time to savor the tail end of the massive spurt. The tingling across her body grew in intensity, every nerve swaying to the tune of their orgasmic bliss while she swished and swirled Andrew's thick cream around her mouth.

It was by far her favorite dessert, every taste bud brought to life as his sweet nectar coated each centimeter of her delighted mouth. Karen enjoyed the feeling of her tongue dancing through the thick liquid, biding her time while she waited for the inevitable. She could feel him jerking, legs and arms tensing as his back arched, her hand sliding along his shaft while she waited with hungry anticipation for what she knew must come.

Andrew held out longer than any of them expected, giving Sara time to rise up beside Karen and lick Andrew's seed from the older woman's cheek. The sight of Sara's soft tongue as it removed the batter like liquid from Karen's beautiful face was more than he could take, and with a mighty exhale he relented to his desires.

His body made his final climax clear to Karen as it convulsed beneath her, but her gift made her aware of the tsunami that his strange anatomy seemed uniquely capable of delivering, both testicals working in concert to deliver his seed. Her cheeks puffed out as the first wave hit her, and the next gush was close behind, forcing Andrew's thick semen down her waiting throat. Her stomach grumbled as the nutrient rich prize was delivered, and just as suddenly her eyes rolled back in her head as the overwhelming joy spread out through her body. Her arms shivered, threatening to buckle as the woman clung to consciousness with a tenuous grip. Andrew loved those moments, watching as his women were overcome with pleasure, feeling their elation as it cascaded through their body, and sharing in their overpowering joy as it rose up within them.

Sara watched with wonder as Karen took everything Andrew had to give, licking her lips as she yearned to taste the sweet treat that was building up within the older woman's body. He did not last much longer, five forceful waves of cream after he had started, and his impressive and well defined instrument began to flag.

Karen was still above him, her body shivering in ecstasy, everything about her prostrate form screamed of the pleasures that rocked her every muscle. As Andrew's dick softened and slipped from her quivering lips, Sara pulled Karen's head back and caught the trail of syrupy cum that flowed out from the haggard woman's slack-jawed mouth.

Andrew was spellbound by the sight, the two woman he adored with his entire heart locked in a passionate and carnal kiss, Sara's esophagus moving up and down as she stole the nectar she craved most from Karen's mouth. After a few seconds, Karen began to return the kiss, and a moment later Andrew watched as her midsection convulsed, bringing forward a healthy dose of Andrew's special dessert, Sara's eyes growing wide as the treat reached her lips.

Thick white fluid seeped out between their passionate embrace, oozing down the side of their faces as they savored the sensations that his seed provided, and Andrew was relieved to not see any sign of bile or other artifacts from where the cum had once resided. While the two women's lips played a sensual game, Andrew rose up beside them and waited. The moment they parted, a contented sigh declaring their release, he leaned in and wrapped them in his firm embrace, cleaning himself from their faces with his tongue, the taste of his seed providing him with the same joys they were still savoring.

Karen giggled, still finding the sensation of Andrew's tongue strange as it slid across her cheek, but loving how happy it made Andrew and Sara to take care of their mates in that way.

Thunderfoot was forced to watch, his penis still soft from his previous release, but aching at the desires their performance had brought up within him. He was happy for his friends, who reminded him in the crudest of ways just what was waiting for him back in his burrow.

Andrew's heart raced in rhythm with his mates, their desires finally feeling quenched by the exhaustive climax that had just consumed them all. After settling back down on the ground, none of them spoke for fear of breaking the spell, happiness and satisfaction taking root in their hearts. For once they felt free, so many of their burdens known, and the wolf a distant problem.

The Glade was warm, steam from the pond pouring out into the air in what seemed normal to Andrew, but must have appeared unnaturally fast from the outside world. Andrew laughed, realizing that his thoughts seemed free, his speculative consideration a reminder of just how much he loved to analyze the world around himself.

Karen stirred on his left side, her hand resting on his hairless chest and playing with the beads of sweat that had formed on his surface.

"What amuses you so?"

There was a playfulness to her words that Andrew was unsure he had ever heard before, and in that question he knew she was as carefree as he now was.

"I've just never been happier."

It was true, they could all feel it as the warmth of his statement washed through their bodies.

"And all it took was a giant, man-eating wolf to get you here," Sara said with a coy smirk, kissing his cheek from his right side before she concluded, "I wonder what we'll have to do next time? Infiltrate a military installation while most of us are captured, perhaps?"

They all laughed, and just as Andrew was about to explain why he was so happy, she put her finger to his lips and looked upon him with appreciation.

"I know, SD..." she paused long enough to put her hand atop Karen's on his chest, applying gentle pressure as she continued, "Whatever this is, we're lucky it chose us."

Sara purred while Andrew and Karen sighed, everyone coming together in a soft and intimate embrace.

They remained like that for a long time, until Thunderfoot made a loud chirp, causing them to giggle and grin as they were reminded of their purpose for going there in the first place. Karen had healed most of his thigh, and had been forced to stop just as she got to the knee by her waning energy and the enticing distraction of her mates.

She grumbled as she disengaged from Andrew, turning and crawling across the soft forest floor until she arrived beside the large jackalope. Its intelligent eyes following her as she made her journey, waiting with anxious twitches as its half completed leg jerked and shook in frustration.

Karen seemed to glower at the stump for a few long moments, sighing as she studied the missing limb.

"Is it harder because he's a rabbit?" Andrew asked, Thunderfoot shooting him a scowl while Karen looked upon her patient and laughed at how annoyed the jackalope was at being called a rabbit.

"I... I don't know. Until recently, I was only able to mend open wounds, regrow some flesh if necessary, but bone... Never have I been able to regrow that. Tani'm was my first, and that wolf made it difficult to know just how hard that should have been. Helping her had almost killed us both, so I know that damned beast had a huge affect.

"When I healed Sara's hand earlier tonight, it was difficult, but I still had a good amount of energy when I finished. My reserves are so vast now, I have a hard time estimating how much remains, or exactly how much I've used."

She shook her head, smiling at Andrew with supreme gratitude, ensuring that he knew she credited him with that gift of abundance.

Turning back towards Thunderfoot, she grinned and poked the rabbit on the head.

"Thumper here is different, his body is more... Challenging. While I regrew his front arm I thought it was just the physiological differences between a human and him that was making it more difficult, but that hind leg is troublesome. There are so many more muscle fibers packed into his legs than I ever knew possible. They are simultaneously smaller and more densely grouped, everything fused together and bound up in some powerful force, every bit of it demanding so much from me to regrow."