Chapter Nine
I slowly pull out of Forsythia, inciting a deep throaty moan from her as I do. The sound sends jolts of electricity straight to my already hardening cock.
That was…
There really are no words. Once we found our rhythm with one another, our magicks began to pulse around us.
As I use one of the discarded blankets to clean myself off, I remember that we were not initially alone in this clearing.
I tamper down my expressions so that I do not show my sudden embarrassment. I do not want Blake, or Forsythia to read the situation wrong.
I’m hopeful that Orobas was far enough away to have not felt the impact, or I fear he may become distant with his daughter and their newly forming bond. After all, unlike the imps, these magickals do not seem to be interested in the idea of an orgasm incited by a relative.
Thank the Gods for that.
After living a youth filled with the exploration of many kinks, I am happy to leave some of the more unsavory styles behind me.
I was embarrassed by my experience at first, but when Forsythia gave me control of the situation, I felt so much more calm.
And excited.
Control was something that I was rarely given in my life. Especially control over sexual encounters.
I hope that I did well. I also hope that she will give me more chances to be in control of our group activities. I have many ideas. Many ideas.
“Well that is quite a lustful look on you.” Forsythia, having fully extracted herself from Blake, smiles down at me. I sit for a moment, debating my answer as I take in the sight of her.
Such beauty. Such strength. Such raw sexual–
I reach up and snag her around the waist. Pulling her on top of me as I fall back. Smashing my lips to hers.
This passion is like nothing I have ever experienced before. I burn for her.
I break from our kiss, but keep my hold on her firm. With a glance over her shoulder I see Blake standing behind her. Stroking his already stiff cock.
“Together this time.” I manage to say to him. He nods and lowers himself between my legs.
I loosen my hold on my mate, and capture her hips. Lifting her slightly and lining her soaking wet core up with my throbbing dick.
I press the tip inside of her, and then lean her forward. Blake follows suit and we all begin to pant heavily.
“Fuck!” Forsythia screams and with the strength of her magicks slams her body against us both. Sheathing us to our hilts inside of her tight holes and filling herself to the brim.
We all moan, before the movement. Maybe Forsythia is grinding against me, or Blake is thrusting her so hard she’s jolting. As the pressure increases, I feel a gentle caress against my balls before it travels lower. I force my body to relax through the onslaught of pleasure, and Forsythia’s tail slowly dips inside of me.
Her tail dips in and out of me. Keeping rhythm with the thrusts of my cock into her. The sensation is marvelous. Her tail presses forward just slightly and she bites down on my chest as she comes.
“Fuck!” I bellow as I come.
And come.
My body is shaking and it feels like my orgasm will never stop.
Blake cries out his own release, and Forsythia screams as she topples over once more.
I moan as I empty what must be the final contents of my balls into my mate.
We throw ourselves away from each other quickly.
All of us breathing raggedly and with various stages of shocked expressions on our faces.
Wow…
Blake wastes no time breaking the silence. “What the fuck was that?”
“I have.. no idea...” I have never experienced an orgasm that intense. I had a brief moment of fear that it would never end and I would die from it.
What a glorious ending.
Forsythia laughs and falls backwards. “The best sex of my life, obviously .”
Blake and I chuckle at that.
I glance up to see him scratching his leg.
That’s… odd.
When I look down, I realize that I am scratching in the same spot on my own leg.
The sensation slowly ebbs, before floating away completely.
“It’s the bond,” I say as Forsythia sits back up.
“What do you mean?” She asks me.
“You’ve tapped into the bond during sex before. You were able to almost share our feelings, remember? I think this time, when you tapped in, you somehow connected the three of us. So you were feeling both of us, but we were also feeling you and each other.” There truly is no way to not make my suspicions sound odd.
Blake scrunches up his face a bit. “You mean, I gave you that mind-shattering orgasm?”
The poor guy looks almost horrified. I have no attraction towards him, but I truly hope that one day he relaxes a bit more with his sexuality. Otherwise, some of the group ideas I have will never work.
Thankfully, I don’t need to respond.
Forsythia dramatically rolls her eyes at him. “No, dumbass. That was obviously my doing.“ She wavers a moment before looking over at me. “Right, Lucian?”
I chuckle. I sometimes forget how young they both are.
Or how unbroken. Egos are such fragile things.
“Yes, Animus Meus. That was all your doing.“ I wink at her and she blushes lightly in response.
A rustling sound has all of us turning our attention towards the forest line.
Orobas steps out and Forsythia squeaks before grabbing the discarded blanket to cover herself.
He keeps his gaze unfocused from any of us, but still rushes forward.
“The Creatori has been spotted.”
The color drains from Forsythia’s cheeks and her jaw clenches tightly. She doesn’t even wait for her father to turn around before she moves into action, dressing as quickly as she can and trusting her mates to follow suit.
And just like that, my very first little bubble of happiness has popped.