Chapter 67 #2
“It’s okay, Ilyas,” I said softly, my hands falling to Sasori’s waist. “This feels . . . right.”
Ilyas’ sea-green eyes sharpened before he grunted.
“It’s different. But I think it needs to be,” I admitted, imploring him to understand. Eventually, his face relaxed and he gave a sharp nod before taking a half-step away from the bed. Out of Sasori’s immediate sight, but still within reaching distance if I needed him.
My constant protector.
Sasori’s sharp gaze pinged from Ilyas to me and back again, before settling on my face. Her eyes searched for something, like she was trying to piece a puzzle together.
“This is what we have to do to seal the Bond, right?” she asked succinctly. I nodded my head in affirmation.
“Okay,” she said as she ripped her top off and rose up onto her knees to undo the laces of her pants, shucking them just as quickly.
She was completely bare underneath, and I sucked in a breath.
Sasori simply shrugged before lowering her now bare pussy to my pants.
“I read about Bonds and wanted to be prepared for what sealed them.”
“Oh,” was the only word that came to mind as Sasori began to rhythmically cant her hips over my still pant-clad erection.
My hands naturally found her waist again, her body taught and covered by smooth, pale skin.
The calluses on my hands scraped along her flesh, but there was no shiver of arousal or desire that motion usually provoked in Ilyas.
It’s not the same; approach it differently.
My eyes drew back to my Force Bonded and I watched her face, studying her features for any clues or indications.
“Are you going to get naked? Or would you like me to just take your cock out of your pants? I can just fuck you over your clothes.”
Her words were sharp, and my eyebrows raised in surprise. Ilyas shuffled, and I could feel the aggravation emanating in waves.
“Up,” I said once with a slight slap to Sasori’s ass that echoed in the small room. She gasped in surprise before raising up on her knees enough for me to shimmy my pants and underwear off before pulling my tunic over my head.
My cock was half-hard and flopped uselessly against my stomach.
“Are you going to help with that?” I coaxed her and saw a fire light in her whiskey eyes.
I was quickly figuring out that Sasori needed to be goaded, perhaps even put in her place in the bedroom—I wouldn’t take it too far today since it was our first time together, but eventually, if she wanted to have sex again, I could try.
Sasori’s thin hand wrapped around my dick and she pulled hard toward her while grasping my balls with her other hand.
She worked quickly, her movements sure and experienced, and my cock quickly hardened in her hold.
I was lucky that I was able to even get an erection under these circumstances; I’d heard of many Forced Bonds that struggled with intimacy or needed a Bond Specialist to help facilitate sex.
As soon as I was hard, Sasori shuffled on her knees so her cunt was hovering directly above my slowly weeping crown. She licked three of her fingers roughly before rubbing them between her pussy lips, lubricating herself to take my cock. My hand snaked out to help her, but she batted it away.
“It’s fine,” she clipped before nudging my crown inside her entrance and sinking down. She was dry and it took a few moments of her sinking on my cock and pulling off again before she started to loosen up enough to take me fully.
I winced through the dryness, putting my hands behind my head as it was clear Sasori didn’t want me to touch her. My hips canted upward every time she sank down until my pubic bone met hers.
Sasori gasped, her fingers digging into my chest as she adjusted to my size.
“You okay?” I asked slightly breathless as I felt my cock twitch inside her. She was plenty wet now, the last few thrusts gliding effortlessly.
“Yes,” Sasori sighed as she rocked her hips, moving my erection in such a way that I brushed against her inner walls each time. “Mmm, it feels better than I thought it would.”
I thought I heard Ilyas scoff in the corner of the room, but the sound was replaced by the noise of her wet pussy as she raised up onto her knees and slammed herself back down.
We groaned in unison as she took me to the root again, and I couldn’t help but remove my hands from behind my head to grip her hips tightly, moving her over my erection in a way that had her moaning and gasping for more.
I growled before leaning up to bite one of her dusky pink nipples, causing Sasori to cry out in pain and pleasure as I felt her inner walls flutter briefly around me.
“You like that, huh? You like it a little rough?” I asked, my voice thick with need.
“Yes,” Sasori panted, her head thrown back, eyes closed in ecstasy. Her hands found each of her breasts, and she pulled hard on her nipples.
“I want you to play with those perfect tits. Make yourself come while I use your body like a little fuck toy.” Her pussy spasmed again at my words and I knew this is what she needed. “Is that what you want, Sasori?”
She nodded her head, but I slapped her ass hard in response. “Answer me, Bond. Use your words.”
Her eyes flew open, fire brimming in those whiskey irises. “Yes, Mage. I want you to use me,” she barked, and I slapped her ass in the same spot for her impertinence.
“Fine,” I said as I held her up so my tip was just breaching her entrance. I paused for a moment before slamming her down hard, impaling her completely on my cock.
Sasori cried out each time I repeated the action, her pussy growing wetter with each hard thrust. I canted my hips each time, grinding the base of my erection against her clit.
I was so deep inside my Bonded that I felt the tip of my dick touch her cervix.
Each time I brushed it, Sasori mewed and rubbed her clit with wild abandon.
I continued to repeat the same deep thrusts over and over again until I had to grit my teeth to ward off my orgasm. Her mewls and my pants were barely louder than the resounding sound of slapping flesh as Sasori began to fuck herself on my dick, chasing her release.
My thrusts became as erratic as my breathing as I pounded up into her pussy relentlessly. Sasori gave as good as she got, throwing herself down on my cock each time I thrust up to meet her. I felt her cunt tighten around my dick and she came with a small cry, never halting her motions.
The spasming of her inner walls sent me over the edge, and I grunted my own release into my newly Bonded Vessel. As both of our orgasms crested, I felt the Bond solidify in my chest—the heaviness I felt earlier intensifying to the point I was nearly gasping for breath.
Sasori unceremoniously rolled off me, my spent dick flopping wetly onto my stomach.
Is this not affecting her?
Ilyas had said on numerous occasions that he could feel our Bond, just like I could.
“We’re leaving now, yes?” Sasori asked crisply as she pulled on undergarments from her own ruck, even as my cum slipped down her inner thigh.
Who was this woman?
She dressed quickly, waiting for Ilyas and me to answer her question and spring into action ourselves.
“Yes, we leave at dawn,” I replied, gently wiping my cock with a rag Ilyas procured from somewhere.
Sasori nodded. “Where do we sleep? We should get a few hours before we are summoned.”
I blinked rapidly, dumbfounded by how unaffected she appeared.
We just fucked and Bonded and she’s . . . worried about when we leave in the morning?
Unease slipped into my stomach, and I tensed slightly.
“Sorry, I’m not good at any of . . . this,” Sasori said with a wave of her hand in Ilyas’ and my direction as I moved to dress, Ilyas handing me each article of clothing.
I nodded hesitantly.
“That’s . . . okay. It’ll be a learning curve for all of us,” I admitted, hoping to put her at ease. “We sleep in my—our—room upstairs. I’m not sure if the bed is large enough for all of us, but we can try.” I shot her a shy grin, one she, thankfully, returned.
“I can, too,” she said, and I frowned as I pulled my boots on. “Try. I can try to be less like this.”
I smiled again as Ilyas tucked his hand into my own.
“That’s all I can ask. We are Bonded for life now,” I tried to tease and caught the edge of a grimace on Sasori’s face as we left the Bonding room.
She said nothing, and I attributed it to the massive changes and oily Bond sitting in our chests. We filed out of the room—me, then Ilyas, then Sasori—but were promptly stopped in the hallway by General d’Alvey.
“General,” I snapped to attention at his tense presence, my Bonded following suit immediately. General d’Alvey nodded at the three of us, his expression guarded and severe.
“Mage d’Talionis. You’ve Bonded?” he asked, eyes passing from me to Sasori standing two feet behind me and to my right.
Ilyas occupied a similar position to my left.
It wouldn’t seem odd, except the General caught everything.
After I’d Bonded with Ilyas, we were never far from each other’s side, constantly needing to touch and be touched.
Now, after Bonding Sasori, I felt none of the same instincts, the same pull.
For all intents and purposes, Sasori was simply a glorified crystal.
I outwardly cringed at the comparison.
She’s my Bonded Vessel. It will get better. It just needs time.
I nodded wordlessly. General d’Alvey’s brow furrowed further before he spoke again.
“Information has changed. We leave now,” he said curtly with a nod in our direction.
“Yes, General,” I replied as he stalked down the hallway.
I stayed frozen in place for a moment longer, gathering myself for what was to come.
Ilyas’ large hand landed on my shoulder, squeezing once, before gently shoving me forward in the direction of the training field.
“Showtime,” Sasori mumbled under her breath as we walked in relative silence, the hustle of the Academy surrounding us.
Showtime, indeed.
I only hoped my soul would stay intact through it all.