She whimpered in pain, then said in wickedly pleasured breathiness, “Yes, just like that, I need it. Your firm disciplining hand, and your hard cock taking its pleasure from my body, while I watch the storm.”

  She was driving me absolutely nuts as I stroked deeper into her with every thrust, my focus was completely on her, and the thrilling lust and need was potent in that moment. I was definitely conflicted about doing this in the window, but that just made it hotter and more exciting, and I knew we’d be doing this again, and probably every chance we got. Short and quick, yet powerful storms, were almost a daily thing on the island, after all.

  When I buried it, I spanked that first reddening ass cheek again, and I didn’t hold back.

  She howled loud enough to rival the next crackling roll of thunder. Normally she came on the sixth to tenth spank, but with the added thrill of the storm and the pleasure of my cock filling her she exploded apart like a fire hose on that third punishing swat, absolutely soaking my balls and thighs. Her loud keen of pain changing to dirty pleasure as her pussy writhed and convulsed so potently and snugly around me almost made the encounter embarrassingly short. Almost, but I managed to hold back the surge of pleasure and thrill pushing me toward the edge of bliss, even as I ground our sexes together to enhance and extend her pleasure.

  I used her ponytail to twist her head around and leaned over her to claim a passionate kiss, as she started to recover, but I kept it short so she could watch the storm. My other hand gave her ass one more firm swat, then slid around her body so I could cup and squeeze her breasts as I started to work my way in and out of her smoldering depths.

  The pleasure of being in my pixie mate’s sex was almost indescribable. It was like any other pussy. Okay, any other hot eighteen-year-old virginally tight pussy. Hot, snug, and so much pleasure from the silken friction and snugly gripping milking action. But also so much more than that when she wanted it to be, when she used her magic. To ripple convulsions up and down my cock instead of all or nothing, or to swirl the tip of my cock with liquid heated silk forming a whirlpool of sucking pleasure, much like she could do with her sweet mouth when she blew me.

  Add those two things to the fact she truly was five thousand years old, and she had all the experience that fact implied. She really knew how to fuck and pleasure a man with mind-blowing techniques.

  In short. I was fighting a losing battle, as she was doing this subtle rolling and gyrating hip bump and grind that didn’t seem like much, but it raised up the pleasure of my ravishingly forceful and fast thrusts by leaps and bounds, all while her pussy did impossible things to pleasure my sensitive tip and spoil my sensitive length, I wasn’t going to last long at all.

  Thing was, I also knew she didn’t want me to last, that she was desperate to give me pleasure, to feel me fill her and share that over our intense bond. If she was looking for a marathon, she wouldn’t have been pulling out all the stops.

  That didn’t stop me from trying to hold back as long as possible, as I worked her hard trying to extract a third orgasm from her nubile and petite sexpot body before taking my own.

  I had to resort to cheating, as I felt my balls boil and there was just no holding back the weight and the strain of the pleasure on my controls. I twisted her nipple and pulled firmly, all while I released her ponytail and gave her another punishing spank.

  Then I just buried it twice and let it all go, as she screamed her third potent release and started to writhe around me, sucking me dry as the potent pleasure struck like a bolt of lightning and electrified my senses. My head was spinning with it, and I had to lock my legs and hold onto my sexy blonde to prevent losing my balance, as her magical pussy milked me hard and extended my orgasm by quite a bit.

  It was an endless moment of mutual pleasure, then we fell.

  Both of us gulping breaths as our racing hearts started to slow.

  She said warmly, “I love you, Glen. I really needed that.”

  I grinned, “Love you too, and all my pleasure.”

  She giggled, “I wouldn’t say all. That was really hot, but now that it’s over I’m glad you left my shirt on.”

  I chuckled, “Not ready to show the world your jiggling tits while I ravish you?”

  She bit her lip as she turned her head, “I totally would’ve loved it, in the heat of the moment, I mean. I was even wishing you would tear it off while you were taking me, but I have no desire to show my body off in total to anyone but my soulmate and our mates.”

  I nodded, “I don’t want them to see it either, which is why I left it on. Not that anyone actually saw a thing.”

  She giggled, “True. Take me to bed.”

  “As you wish,” I said softly, as I pulled out, scooped her up, and took her to bed. I also finished taking off her shorts, and stripped off that shirt, before undressing myself and joining her. I pulled her supple warm body into my side, and we kissed and caressed each other for quite a while, just enjoying each other as I recovered naturally, instead of hurrying it along with magic.

  She was my pixie soulmate, and if not for the real world needs and distractions we could probably adore each other forever and never grow tired of it. She was endlessly fascinating to me, every breath, word, and movement ensnaring my senses. She’d long since captured my heart and admiration, not just my lust.

  I took her tits next, her generously rounded Cs not as big as Astra’s or Celestine’s double Ds, but more than big enough to do the job quite well and thoroughly. Then she blew me, third round or not, her blow job had me cumming in short order, with her shock and awe techniques. Then we took a quick shower, so I could return the favor without eating a mess, which so wasn’t my thing, and then last but not least I claimed her last fun zone by pounding her tight little ass to her begging encouragement.

  She was mischievous, wicked, and utterly insatiable in bed when she wanted to be, but we were both quite sated after all that, and coincidence or not, it was as I held her and snuggled with her that late morning that the storm outside faded and dispersed.

  “Tell me something new about your past.”

  She smiled, “Want to know all about my life? I guess it’ll take some time to cover it all.”

  I snickered. I knew her perfectly, who she was now, as a person, the bond ensured that. But yes, I wanted to know about her journey, everything about her really. Five thousand years was a long time, but we had more than enough time in potential to cover it all, over time.

  She shook her head, “Might as well start from the beginning. I was born somewhere in Sweden, though it wasn’t called that back then. The world was wild back then, my father was a simple hunter in a tribe, but came to rule it in short order, as my mother was worshipped as a minor goddess, a trickster if not an unkind one to the tribes of the area, when she found her soulmate.

  “I haven’t thought about it in a long time, but I remember being revered from a toddler. I think the modern world is better, pixies are no longer considered minor gods, we are mortal after all, even if un-aging and powerful.”

  I nodded, “Your magic? I mean, you can open portals, enthrall humans with a toss of your hair, and now I’m suspecting you just might have had something to do with that storm. You never really explained what you can do.”

  She giggled, “Nope, that was coincidence the storm released when we did,” she winked, “but I will admit I do have that power. A pixie’s power is rooted in nature, which is a large part of why we can be capricious and mischievous. Nature is unpredictable, can be cruel or kind, but doesn’t deliberate those extremes. It just is.

  “Influencing humans through their natural instincts and natures is easy, so is building a storm, or bridging space. Time and space are intrinsically part of the nature of our universe, and we feel it in ourselves, like we’re a part of it. But we aren’t omnipotent, and there are limits to how far we can bend the nature of the universe to our will. I already explained before, I needed the power of two hundred witches and yours to bend time to my will and create that portal, for instance.

  “That said, we prefer to work with the natural order, not twist it to our will. I don’t create thunderstorms for fun, or twist time and space without good reason. We aren’t capricious with our power, I suppose I should say. Mostly we’re just connected to everything, and unlike witches who have to use spells and powers it’s all instinctual.”

  She bit her lip, “I don’t know what my limits are. Time, space, weather, influencing humans and others through their nature… that’s about all I’ve ever tried or messed with, and the majority of it has been the latter. There’s more I feel and connect to, but I’ve never had reason to try and influence those things nor do I know how much I could either according to my strength.”

  “So, you do what you have to, when you have to. There’s no point in practicing if it’s all instinct and you don’t need knowledge, like witches do.”

  She beamed, “Well said. Yes, that.”

  “So, you could theoretically duplicate any witch affinity, because they’re a part of nature?”

  She bit her lip, then nodded reluctantly, “But we don’t. I would do it to save your life if I was forced to, but for little else. We’re part of nature, as effected and guided by nature as we can guide it if the need arises, but we prefer to just feel it. We’re powerful, but a full coven would give me a run for my money in a fight of affinities. It would be easier to do it another way, to just chase them away with influence or to escape, if we could without abandoning our other mates and the coven.”

  I didn’t really understand that reluctance, but I didn’t have to, I just had to accept it. It also seemed like she had trouble putting it into words, maybe there was just no way to relate to how a pixie’s power worked and how they saw it. I just knew she’d do anything she had to in order to protect me, and I’d do the same for her. Despite that reluctance, there was no judgement in her for what witches did, in controlling life, mind, and the four elements.

  “Another shower?”

  Her lips twitched, “We’d better, before someone comes in and starts sucking on it after where you just had it.”

  Strangely, that was a viable danger with my mates, when we were naked in bed, anyway. I laughed, as we both got up and headed into the master bathroom.

  Chapter Ten

  It was later that same day. The website over the last three days had also seen a sharp upsurge in registrations and contacts between the witches and warlocks. Mostly the good ones looking to establish their own splinter coven, but a few of the good matriarchs were also fishing for new members after kicking out the self-involved assholes.

  In short, the information given to us by the packs around the world was truly effective and had sped up the process a great deal. I wasn’t sure anything could stop the evolution currently happening out there in the witch and warlock world in regard to coven bonds and isolating the selfish and manipulating witches and warlocks in our world. Not just cutting off an evil path to power, but lessening the power they’d had through normal sized covens before it all started.

  The human world also seemed polarized by learning of our existence, both good and bad as they watched our videos, read our website, and witnessed the committee hearings on the matter, but honestly the largest portion of the population were the ones that had merely shrugged and got on with their day. They really didn’t care, as long as it didn’t affect them personally. But the outlier percentages were larger than most issues, there were a lot of people rabidly against our existence, but just as many who were curious, interested, and thought it was cool. Almost a third of the population, both extremes together I mean. A good thirty percent of the population was polarized one way or the other, instead of the usual two or three percent that hot button social issues caused.

  Although the information we unapologetically posted was a boon to our plan, there were unexpected consequences to the act which came to roost that late afternoon. We’d essentially published an exhaustive list of every coven, witch, and warlock across the world. No, we didn’t include addresses and phone numbers, which is why they had to register on the site to start contacting others, but we did publish their names and covens, either on the good list or the doss list.

  While not enough for the average citizen to track the covens down, names alone were more than enough information for the governments around the world to compile a list of locations for the covens and fill in the blanks.

  It was also clear from what happened next, that the government both feared us and hadn’t bought Astra’s subtly delivered warnings that we were beyond their ability to suppress or control. If flat out telling them we were too powerful to be policed by humans could be considered subtle, that is.

  I still believed it was worth it in hindsight, but us coming out and publishing all that data had created an inevitable shit storm that would’ve been better avoided. But it couldn’t be prevented. Saving the world was far more important than preserving the ego of human politicians, and in dealing with the fear driven responses of the control freaks in our government. The chaos resultant to exposing our world to humanity was the lesser of two evils. Sure, it sucked, but at least it wasn’t an extinction event.

  It started with a presidential speech, at least in America it did, but it played out similarly in other western countries, and it was far worse in others, but I won’t be recounting it all, just what we personally experienced and had to deal with.

  The coven was in the doubled living room, and I was sitting with Carline and Sela against my sides as the president approached the podium to address congress on the television. He wore a stern fatherly expression on his face, as if he regretted the need of what was about to happen. At the time and in that moment, none of us had a clue what he was about to say, save that it was about the hearings that had gone on the previous three days.

  The president said, “Senators, ladies and gentlemen of the press, and my fellow Americans. The last five days have been a shock to us all, as the existence of the supernatural was not just confirmed, but shown to be an existential threat not only to humanity but to the world itself.

  “We applaud Astra and her coven for being brave enough to step into the light and reveal this threat to our very existence, and for their laudable attempts to save the world, but good intentions and wishes are not enough with the future of our entire world on the line. Congress has been probing the matter for days, as I’m sure most of you are well aware, trying to determine the true nature of the threat and if Astra’s plan to address it is viable. To discover how it all works, their magic and the rest of the natural world, as well as fold them into our lawful society.

  “Their conclusions were delivered to me late this morning, and at this time there is no way to know, and there’s far too much at stake to take the reassuring word of a young lady who doesn’t even understand the nature of her own magic or how it interacts with the four universal forces that we always believed governed our world alone.

  “There is just too much at stake, so I am declaring an emergency, as are most of my other counterparts in countries around the world. We call for the witches and warlocks of the world to cooperate and surrender peacefully, you will not be harmed. But you and your magic must be examined, to determine through observational experimentation how the various natural laws react to active magic.

  “We will also be able to keep you segregated and safe from the criminals of your race that would dare to enslave you all while under our protection and close guard. To be clear, you will not be experimented on in a way that brings harm, we will protect you, shelter you, and work with you to determine the risks and effects of wielding magic on this world. Effects that you yourselves don’t understand at all, according to your own testimony.”

  I snorted violently. Sure, we’d all surrender and go to labs and concentration camps, where do I sign up? If it wasn’t clear, that last sentence was total sarcasm. I also got the impression he’d be splitting up covens, not just keeping covens separate from each other. It didn’t even sound all that unreasonable on the surface given the stakes, but it was clearly a decision stemming from fear.

  While we couldn’t explain the relationship scientifically, we knew without mega-covens the consequences of spellcasting and using magic were minor to the world around us, and that it didn’t create an imbalance. That had been made clear, and I’d even covered that part of the questioning in this account.

  He also could’ve asked for volunteers to contribute to scientific research, instead they’d gone for the throat, and were going to try to round us up backed up by the threat of force.

  Which… wasn’t going to work, at all. The last thing we wanted was war with the humans, but nor would we allow ourselves to be dragged away by gunpoint.

  The president took a breath, then continued, “Again, we urge you to peacefully join the law enforcement individuals now moving in to secure your homes. They will escort and protect you to temporary housing until our scientists can get to the bottom of this critical matter. Thank you, and God bless America.”

  Her turned around and walked off. Un-fucking-believable, the man had a set of steel balls.

  Astra said, “If anyone is wondering, we won’t tolerate this. Besides putting our warlock in unreasonable danger, I suspect they’ll treat us like we’re less than humans. We’ll all be in camps, and we wouldn’t live out the day.”

  Rue smirked, “I don’t know, matriarch. We might be safe, because if we surrender, we’ll be the only coven there.”

  Astra laughed, “Good point. But no. My wish is to cooperate with the government reasonably, we won’t be surrendering our rights as citizens, and being forcefully experimented on or taken from our homes. They’ll no doubt bring the press with them, I think the president is trying to call our bluff. That they believe we want peace so badly, and won’t want to look bad on the news, that we’ll let them trample on our rights.”