I really wanted to be taking care of the potent need and desire humming between Rosaria and I at the moment, as she snuggled into my side in the backseat, with Nora snuggling into my other side. Of course, the man driving might object to us having sex in the back of his car, and I didn’t want to give him a show anyway. So we had to put it off for a bit, and hopefully not until we got to a hotel.

  I wasn’t sure how I felt about the morality of it, but Nora had manipulated a man with a full-sized luxury car to take us to the docks as fast as he could. It wasn’t perfect, and tweaked my sense of right and wrong, but we really had to avoid public transportation like buses and trains with the police on the lookout for us. At the very least we’d leave him with enough money to pay for the gas and for him to have a nice dinner out.

  I was conflicted, because judging that action meant judging Nora herself, since as a witch she wouldn’t hesitate to do things like that when necessary. It was what their power was all about. How they made their way through life, and how they protected themselves.

  At the moment I was studying the Cheetah Speed spell, and I planned to do Ape Strength as well, once we reached the ferry. Both would’ve come in handy when chasing down the rogue inquisition agent, and maybe if I’d been fast and strong, I wouldn’t have gotten shot. I’d also be practicing all five of the spells I’d know at that point.

  Or, maybe if I’d cast Bovine Nose as well as Owl Ears and Eagle Eyes, I’d have smelled the second gun on him before he got to use it. It was a painful lesson, but at least I’d survived it. I hadn’t thought I’d need my nose enhanced for the chase, but it was a good lesson that when in trouble I should use all of my enhancement spells if possible. Once I knew them all, anyway, and if I had time to activate them all with the spells.

  A couple of them however wouldn’t work well together. Antelope Stamina and Cheetah Speed for instance. The former would be better for running a long distance up to sixty miles an hour for over a full hour, which is still extremely fast, while the latter would be better for a short distances and melee fighting. Casting both spells would probably damage my body, so at most I could have ten active enhancement spells at a time. Of course, the more I had running at once, the faster I’d burn through my magic reserves and have to rest and recover it. So it was a balance and I’d have to survive the learning curve to know when to be frugal with my spells, and when I should take off the gloves and load for bear, so to speak.

  As far as I could figure my water magic was endless, and it came from Rosaria, channeled over the bond. But my own internal magic wasn’t endless, and had to be rested for restoration, though I did have a healthy amount so wasn’t that worried about managing it. Even the water magic wasn’t endless in a practical way, since it took a powerful focus and set willpower to use it. The power was endless, but my mortal body and limited will was part of that equation which would limit it.

  All things for me to keep in mind.

  Once I’d managed the new spell a few times, and I was sure I had the words memorized as well as the concepts solidified, I put my phone in my pocket and cast all four spells over and over for practice. At that point, I decided to take a nap. My body was still recovering from being shot, and there was something soothing about the ladies lying against me both caressing one of my legs.

  Rosaria had been staring at my profile the whole time, and needless to say what I felt from her over the bond was incredibly distracting. She wanted to be ravished, and she wanted to ride me hard and put me away wet, I could tell. Her neediness had only grown from when she’d watched Nora take me in the boiler room.

  The golden blonde beauty had me feeling the same of course, the soft gentle beauty of her oval face was particularly stunning in the depths of our lustful hunger. There was love there too of course, but that wasn’t the distracting part. I was afraid if I kissed those pink full lips that I wouldn’t stop there.

  Despite that potent needy sexual tension between Rosaria and I, I was lulled into sleep by their warmth and affection, and the movements of their fingers on my legs.

  Chapter Ten

  The car pulling off the highway and stopping at the docks brought me out of my slumber. I expected I’d gotten a couple of hours of shuteye, and I felt better for it. The Ferry was an extremely large ship, with two car decks and two decks for the patrons, including an indoor lounge for food and drink and restrooms given the six hours it took to cross. We’d cut it close, they were already closing up the car entry and preparing to debark, but we weren’t too rushed either as we picked up three tickets and boarded with alacrity. I didn’t even question the fact we had our luggage, it’d pretty much just appeared when my back was turned.

  There were several sets of stairs, both spiral and normal flights, and we headed up to the top deck since it was a nice mild day. There were plenty of benches and places to sit that overlooked the water and view, and I felt myself relax as the ferry pulled away from the docks. According to Nora the issue would be cleared up by the time we got to Ireland, so I was fairly sure we’d managed to evade police notice as well as capture.

  Rosaria was still on the edge and needy, despite me sleeping in the car. She leaned in and whispered in my ear sultrily with a breathy sigh.

  “Brendan, I need you. I’m so very wet for you.”

  Yeah, I didn’t think I could wait six more hours either, her hot breath on my neck and ear made my cock twitch and start to rise, as did the heat in her voice, not to mention those last six words. I grabbed her hand and stood up, then looked down at Nora.

  “Watch our bags a bit.”

  Nora looked amused, but just nodded instead of teasing, as I pulled Rosaria’s hand and tried to figure out the best place to plow her hard. We were letting our libidos control us, but I sure as hell didn’t care in that moment, I’d be wanting her too and I’d never left her panting for it and wanting for so long before. It actually brought back memories of me as a teen, and desperately looking for semi-private spots in public to fuck my partners since I’d still lived at home with the parents. It was like that, but far more potent, my new libido was insane.

  We walked swiftly down the length of the ship, to the very end, and entered the stairway at the bow of the ship and headed below. The next level was the bottom level for patrons, but I stepped over the chain and sign that said off limits without a concern, and continued down the next flight to the car level which was off limits while the boat was in motion.

  I went down just far enough so we couldn’t be seen from the chain, around the bend toward the next flight of stairs, and pushed her up against the wall firmly even as I claimed her lips. Hell, I was insane with the need of her, to be inside her, to ravish her and hear her cries of ecstasy. To slide into her moist heat, only her snugly hugging silken heat could calm down the aching painful need in my cock. She was… driving me crazy, and entirely stealing my senses. In a word, she was entirely intoxicating.

  She whimpered into my mouth in need, then returned the savagery of my kiss with equal ardor as she clawed at my pants. She moaned deeply as she wrapped her hand around me, freed my cock from its constrained confinement, and I echoed that moan at the feel of her soft fingers sliding so slowly along my sensitive skin.

  I pulled up her skirt up around her waist and grabbed her sexy pear shaped ass and lifted, and she leapt up and put her legs around my middle, then swiveled her hips with a desperate needy moan and sweet gasp, as she ran her liquid arousal soaked labia along the bottom of my cock.

  “Brendon,” she said in needy desire, a begging voice that was tied directly to my libido, never mind the desperation and hot need I felt radiating off of her with my empathy. Fuck, she’d never been so hot for me, and I twitched powerful against her sex.

  It was then I realized my self-control and mastering my new libido was only half the equation. Rosaria was already far more insatiable than I was as I started to get a handle on it, and with the empathy and bond between us her needs fed back into mine. Probably nothing to complain about, but I was starting to feel addicted to sex. Not that I cared in that moment, I had to get inside of her.

  She reached below and held me steady, lined me up, and I pushed home into her paradise. The relief of my aching cock was as immediate with the satiny slide of pleasure as I slid home into her tight body. It was only then that I realized she hadn’t been wearing panties at all.

  Then I started to drive up into her like an animal, as she let out breathy gasps and cries that with some effort weren’t screams. Even in our insane sexual glut as we rutted, as she bounced up and down my cock wildly sliding against the metal wall of the ship, while I drove home and slammed up into her from below again and again, we knew we had to keep somewhat quiet if we didn’t want to get busted.

  “I love you, Brendan. So good, pounding me, what I needed, what I always need from you. I’m a wild thing, but I’ve never been like this, not like I am with you. A desperate tramp that needs your love, and that so badly needs your delicious cock filling me. Yes,” she hissed the last word in pleasure, and her legs tightened around me like a vice. She shuddered in my ears, and squeaked as she suppressed the cry of ecstasy, while her sex started to convulse and writhe wildly around me.

  I pounded my goddess through it and kneaded her ass possessively and roughly, to extend her pleasure and raise it up, even as I felt my finish fast approaching. This wasn’t a marathon, it was a wild quicky, and neither of us were holding back or taking our time.

  “So naughty,” I heard behind me.

  There was a moment of brief panic, until I realized it was just Nora. Then I felt her huge and bare breasts press against my back, as she pulled up my shirt, and her sweet voice directly and breathy in my ears.

  “So hot, watching her cum on your fat cock.”

  I gasped, as I felt her hand tease my ass, then she stuck a finger up it. One that was thoroughly lubed, and I suspected it hadn’t been lubed with spit. She kept her hand steady, and I found I was fucking my ass back onto her finger due to me rocking my hips to slam up into the still shaking and quivering Rosaria.

  My eyes lost in hers, enjoying the look of ecstasy on her face.

  The extra stimulation was too much added to the insanity of our rutting, and as I started to empty myself into Rosaria, that threw my water Fae into a second orgasm, a much more powerful one, as she felt my seed blast into her and paint her walls forcefully. It was a seriously potent orgasm, more potent than I’d ever felt before, with Nora expertly milking my prostate, as Rosaria’s grasping and milking wildly convulsing pussy demanded more and more of my cum. The pulses of pleasure were almost too much.

  And that was when Nora struck. At the moment Rosaria and I were deeply lost in the pleasure, and so overwhelmed and my mind wide open riding the currents of pleasure together. Our empathic bond sharing in the emotions and sensations of the other.

  That’s when Nora finally betrayed me, even as she gave me the greatest pleasure I’d ever experienced in my life. When my mind was wide open, and I was so lost in pleasure I couldn’t possibly fight it.

  Her power was like silk sliding over skin, not hard or painful at all, as it slid into every corner of my mind and tightened around me. I knew it was happening, but there was no way to fight it, and by the time I’d stopped pulsing my seed into Rosaria, I was already lost.

  She whispered in my mind, and I obeyed.

  “Rosaria, you’re forbidden from interfering, or harming Nora in any way. Don’t fight,” I ordered gently, wanting to prevent any mistakes.

  I totally got it too, Rosaria just wouldn’t understand, and she probably would’ve foolishly tried to rescue me. As if I needed rescue, when I was quite happy to be serving my new mistress. Fortunately, she was bound to follow my orders save breaking the rules that governed her existence.

  Rosaria glared at Nora, “You bitch! I knew we shouldn’t have trusted a witch!”

  I shushed her, and Rosaria looked at me sadly as I pulled out. I cleaned us both up with my power over water and all liquids really, then we got our clothes fixed up. It wasn’t as good as a shower of course, but at least we wouldn’t be sticky, and Rosaria wouldn’t be dripping cum down her leg. That whole prostate thing was awesome, I’d really packed it in her and felt drained and blissed out. I felt really good, best orgasm ever, completely relaxed, and now that I understood Nora was truly my mistress and it was my destiny to serve her in all things, most of my worries and concerns about this new supernatural life fell away.

  Nora would tell me what I needed to do.

  I kissed Rosaria, who returned it despite herself, then also kissed Nora who seemed quite receptive to my advance. Though I sensed regret in my mistress, I wasn’t sure why. Everything was copacetic.

  Gods, she was so beautiful, my mistress.

  Everything was as it should be.

  The rest of the ferry ride was a little strained. I didn’t like that Rosaria was so angry with Nora, and it made things a bit tense for most of the six plus hour trip.

  When we got to land, we rented a van, but didn’t go very far before we stopped at a hotel. Nora hadn’t told me her coven had sent the all clear, but I wasn’t worried about it. The mistress would take care of everything, I was sure.

  At the moment, my mistress was bouncing up and down my cock, while I played roughly with her breasts, just the way she liked it. There was great pleasure in it for her, as well as that new affection, but I also sensed a deep regret and even sorrow in her beyond that. I had no idea how to fix it, still, she managed to cum on my cock several times, before she ordered me to claim her body with my seed, so I figured it couldn’t be that bad.

  After claiming my seed, which I happily and joyfully supplied to her womb on command, she leaned down and kissed my neck, and whispered brokenly into my ear.

  “I’m sorry, I had no choice. My coven, everything, is depending on me. Gods, I never meant to fall for you, I’ve never fallen for anyone before,” she said that last in wonder, “I’m so, so sorry, Brendan.”

  Then she started to weep, as she fled the room and slammed the bathroom door, which was really confusing. Why was mistress sorry? I can’t imagine anything she could’ve done to warrant such regret.

  The sound of the shower running reached my ears.

  I mean, I knew something was wrong, but I couldn’t grasp it or comprehend it with my mind. It was like sand running through my fingers. But I had faith Nora would fix it, she was wise and knew a lot more about our supernatural world than I did.

  When she came out, and saw me sitting in the same exact position, she frowned.

  “See to your goddess, clean up and sleep with her on the other bed.”

  I nodded, happy to have a task to please her, as well as the opportunity to show my love for Rosaria. The water Fae was still angry, and I didn’t know how to fix that either, but I managed to soften her displeasure with my love and attention in the shower, and then again in the bed, before we finally succumbed to sleep. It’d be good to get an actual full night’s sleep for once, and even better, with my lover in my arms.

  The next morning, we hit the road. It’d be a few hours’ drive to just outside Galway, then the plan was to jump a flight at the nearby airport back to the states, once everything was said and done. I was driving, mistress was in the passenger seat, and my loving goddess was behind us.

  Rosaria asked, “How did you get away with lying to me?”

  Nora turned her head, and bit her lip, “I didn’t. I swore I meant him no harm, and that I would protect him and take care of all his needs. That has not changed, I just couldn’t risk the two of you interfering in my coven’s plans. They will meet us at the place of renewal. I have no intention of interfering with your plans in any way, I just can’t have you interfering with ours.

  “My betrayal will ensure he’ll send me away when I release him. I don’t expect either of you to fight, why would you? No true harm has been done, and you will get exactly what you want. Your nature spirits and the other non-human mortal races will be released without any interference at all. It will work out for all of us, and my coven is a force to be reckoned with, why bother with us? We’ll be several states away, our territories far apart, there will be no call for violence.”

  She wasn’t talking sense, as if I’d ever send her away. Not happening.

  Rosaria hissed, “So you planned this the whole time?”

  Nora sighed, then nodded, “From the very beginning, before I even met him. It was why I could promise I wouldn’t leave him until he sent me away. It was a manipulation, so that he’d trust me, but it was also true as far as it goes, I am bound to my word. Before you hate me too much, remember if not for the plans of my coven, your beloved Brendan never would’ve called out to you. He thought you the diseased imaginings of his mad childhood when I met him. Even after seducing him and rocking his world for a full day, he almost refused me in calling you. I have done no true harm, and great service to you and Brendon, remember that, Rosaria.”

  Rosaria sat back, “Why not ask us, if it won’t interfere in our own purpose and duty?”

  Nora shrugged, “My coven is depending on me, and the plan was already in motion long before I realized how good Brendan was, much less before I started to grow feelings for him. I hated doing it, but I had no choice, my whole coven’s future is on the line.”

  Rosaria asked, “What exactly are your intentions?”

  Nora said, “A containment circle will be put up before Brendan activates the stones, which will only be effective in corralling spirits of powers and principalities. Every other spirit and being will just pass through like it isn’t there. The sanctuary dimensional construct will start destabilizing with the opening of the portal, if they don’t leave it before the portal spell expires, they will cease to exist as the construct collapses. So they will have two choices, bond to my coven, or forever be lost in annihilation.”

  Rosaria frowned, “I promise, that you will regret it if you do so. You should take advantage of knowing the time and place as we plan to in order to ensnare one of the few spirit nature spirits, and simply beckon to the spirits. Perhaps some of the truly powerful will heed your call.”