At the moment we were alone in our shared cabin, both Astra and Carline had already left for dinner, but it wouldn’t be ready for another twenty minutes or so. Rue let out a soft sigh as I put my arms around her from behind, while she was half getting dressed. She just leaned back against me, as I bent my head down and kissed the side of her neck.

  “Sexy,” I said accusingly, which made her giggle and rub her naked ass back against my cock, which was at half-mast. I would never say she thought herself inadequate or unequal, but it was apparent to me that she did wonder why her far more petite curves excited me as much as Astra’s bountiful jugs and even Carline’s C cups.

  Of course, at the same time she could feel in my emotions that I certainly did, and there was no doubt it in it. Just… delighted confusion. I thought she was crazy for it, because the perfection of form spoke deeply to my instincts as a man. Not better than big tits, but just as potently effective at the least.

  She said playfully, “You need something?”

  I said softly, “I really do, gorgeous,” as I ran my hands up to her chest, squeezed her perfectly pert and proud torpedo breasts, then teasingly pinched her nipples while griding my now fully hard cock between her ass cheeks.

  It was within the rules of her consent, she’d told me I could have her whenever I wanted, given we were both alone and she was in the mood or even just receptive to sex. So far, she never had been unreceptive when we were alone. But that was pretty normal I thought, for a new physical relationship only three days old.

  She said breathily, “Goddess, you make me feel so shameless at times, Glen. Take it, take what you need from me, because I need it too.”

  The scent of her needy arousal and lust was heady, echoing the unnecessary spoken words.

  I kicked her foot a little to spread her legs, as I gripped her hair and pushed her over the dresser forcefully, but not so much to cause harm. I knew it would thrill her, the sense of not being in control and being at my mercy. She let out a breathy gasp and stuck her ass up high for me, as I lined up and shoved it in.

  I liked taking my time, eating her out and spending time working her up, but dinner was soon, and we only had time for a quickie. She was wet enough, ready enough, since I wasn’t the only one to get worked up by our skinny dipping in our new hot spring pond.

  She let out a gasping and shuddering breath, then rolled her hips and pushed back into me, taking me deeper as I started to shallowly stroke my way inside her velvety paradise. So soft around, yet so snugly tight and hot, so wet for me already as I slowly buried myself in the sensual delights of her perfect body.

  Even better, there was a mirror over the dresser, so despite taking her from behind I was able to lock my eyes with her stormy gray ones as I buried myself harshly and let out a deep moan as she constricted and rolled her hips for our joint pleasure.

  I gave her a sharp swat with one hand, while the other one reached forward and around to tease her nipple and squeeze her breast. I happily claimed her lips, as her torso twisted, and she looked back at me over her shoulder. Her sexy little whimper into my mouth as I rolled her nipple hard made my cock twitch hard in her body, making her in turn clench around me. She wiggled, gyrated, and ground herself back against me, drawing a wicked moan from my mouth in return as the kiss broke.

  Then our eyes met in the mirror again, and she bit her lip sexily and begged me with her eyes to take my pleasure, to pound her for both our pleasure.

  So I did. I pulled out the full length of my cock, and then thrust back in hard enough to make the dresser slam into the wall, then went all out, pounding home into her. The exquisite pleasure of her hot passage, still virginally tight for me after just three days and being the first cock in her, sent so much pleasure roaring into my body. So tight for me, as she squirmed and thrust back against me, her pussy writhing wildly around me as she gyrated her hips in subtle circles and rocking grinds. The silken friction and milking action sending me hurtling for the ultimate pleasure.

  I gave her another harsh swat, which had her gasping and panting as the sting mixed with the pleasure of our joining, then ran my hand around her hips and down between her legs to start rubbing her clit through the folds. I grinned at her evilly, which made her giggle and convulse around me, while I sucked a thumb on my other hand, before shoving it into her tight little ass.

  I’d learned quickly, that like Astra she liked anal play, she just wasn’t willing to host my fat cock there.

  She started to pant wildly and buck back against me sloppily, lost in the pleasure of my plundering cock, thumb in her ass, and my other hand strumming her clit. The intense pleasures of it ensure she came first, and did she ever.

  She cried out, “Glen! Goddess!” as her pussy started to writhe around me and clench down in wild milking convulsions, as she came apart around me and soaked my middle with a potent squirt of ecstasy. Her ass had my thumb in a vice grip, and her wide pleasure addled eyes looked so vulnerable as she came for me, her face a study in blissful rapture.

  “Too good, Rue,” I grunted, and then locked my legs and held on, as I started to unload into her, filling her up with my life-giving sperm. Fortunately, witches had magic to prevent conception, it was something I never had to worry about, and all my lovers and friends with benefits loved getting creamed.

  So much so that Rue’s body trembled and shook, then she keened as she was thrown into a second orgasm directly from the first, the feeling of my hot cum filling her triggering it hard.

  She twisted her body again as we came down, and I kissed her languidly, lovingly, in a way that made her moan softly in contentment into my mouth, as her pussy clenched around my flagging cock.

  I pulled out, picked her up, and carried her to the bed, dropped her in it and then joined her. Her leather vest was on, but not closed, as I reclaimed her lips I teased her breasts with my other hand. Sure, we’d only had twenty minutes, but there were at least fifteen of those left, and I wasn’t done with her sexy body yet.

  “I love you, Rue. I know we just got together finally, but I know you can feel it. It seems silly not to say it, you’re mesmerizing, and my heart is already yours.”

  She smiled like the sun coming up, and said softly, “I love you too, Glen.”

  I used a little life magic to speed up my recovery, since we were on a time crunch, and slid easily back into her hot sex, her cum and mine providing all the lubricant necessary to stretch her out fully once more and accept my fat cock.

  I started to grind her, putting pressure on her clit, and working my cock in circles, churning her hot cunt and hitting that G-spot. She clenched around me, turning it into a powerful grind, but I just kept going as her legs wrapped around my middle, and her hands caressed my chest and neck.

  She started to work in a perfect counter gyration and grind that made us both gasp in pleasure, and her wide glassy eyes filled with pleasure looked up at me so dreamily I fell in love with her a little more, and I felt super protective of her in that moment. So very precious and beautiful to me.

  An emotion in me that triggered her to convulse and cry out, and to be swept away into her third orgasm. I loved how easily and often she came for me, once I’d gotten that first one out of her. So responsive to my every touch, and so very sexy and beautiful as she came for me, gave it all to me.

  I started to long stroke her then, firmly yet just slow enough so I could get in a circle grind to counter hers each time our bodies fully joined. We were totally adoring each other too, in that moment, I felt so lost in her loving surrender, and her eyes looked just as lost and mesmerized in mine.

  She bit her lip, and said in breathy spurts, “It’s almost too intense, the way you’re looking at me right now, fucking me, filling me with so much pleasure, with so much love in your heart. Goddess, almost, but if you ever stop, I’ll have to fucking stab you.”

  I chuckled, “Good to know, I think I can manage adoring you for the rest of my life.”

  She giggled, “It will be for the rest of your life,” then she winked.

  Right, because if I stopped, she’d stab me and I’d be dead.

  She wouldn’t really, I didn’t think, anyway. It was just her teasing way of telling me how vulnerable yet safe and loved I made her feel, and that it would destroy her if she lost it.

  I kind of felt the same way in that moment, so I got it.

  It was all a little fast and intense, for just a month’s time, but no more than I felt for Astra and Carline. It was hard life, but there were also few distractions, and with this constant emotional barrage from the coven bond things wouldn’t slip through the cracks. I mean, besides stopping a coven takeover the intensity of the bond made an awesome relationship barometer. One that even a guy could read.

  “You feel so good, Rue.”

  She moaned deeply in agreement of the reverse, then said, “Good thing I belong to you then,” she blushed, “See, totally shameless. Harder, fuck me harder. Goddess, yes, that’s the lust I want, take what’s yours and make me… make me… cum for you! Goddess!”

  She came apart wildly, as her body writhed, shook, and her sex milked me with rippling convulsions as she arched her back.

  I just pounded her through it, I had time to get one more out of her before finishing myself, and with just enough time to clean up and throw on our clothes for dinner. That lust she mentioned? A possessive lust, a need to feel her cum around me, and to watch her face and look into her eyes.

  I started to pound her even harder, her generous and upright firm breasts bouncing and vibrating wildly each time I slammed home. But it was her eyes I couldn’t look away from as I enjoyed that other peripherally.

  As she came down I kept pounding her, going all out now with full strokes of my cock, her tight pussy pure ecstasy around me. Each of her breathy gasps and pants music to my ears, and so very sexy. She drove me crazy.

  I accused, “So sexy, when you’re cumming for me. Do it again, now!” I ordered, as I pinched, pulled, and twisted her nipple quite firmly, sending a shock of pained pleasure straight to her core, where it mixed with the pleasure of our joining explosively.

  Her eyes widened in shock, as her body bucked hard, then let go all at once.

  When she came undone for me again, I let it all go, and just drilled her deep and hard it until the pleasure rolled through me, and I buried it hard as I started to fill her for the second time in twenty minutes. The release was masterful, and I roared her name as her pussy milked me dry.

  We both gasped as we came down from our heights, and our kiss was sweet and lingering. I caressed her face softly as it broke, then reluctantly pulled out. There were a few hand towels and a small bowl of water on the dresser, it’d become a necessity of late, after our nightly foursomes.

  Rue used her fire affinity to heat the water, and I soaked and wrung out two clothes, and we both quickly cleaned up. Not a bath, but better than nothing or taking three or four a day.

  Rue gigged, “Toss me my shorts,” as he bound her leather vest, her B cups pressed together and up to maximize her cleavage and their exposure.

  I tossed her shorts over, then got dressed myself. Lastly, we pulled on our boots, shared one more lingering and teasing kiss, then headed to dinner.

  Chapter Two

  The beef stir fry and rice smelled fantastic as we sat at the table, Rue to Astra’s right and me on the left, while Carline sat on my other side.

  I was already kind of used to the idea that all the ladies in the room not only knew what Rue and I had just been up to, but that they’d shared in each of our intense feelings. There were a lot of smiles around the table, and while I waited for that self-conscious feeling to come, it didn’t.

  I imagined a modern psychologist would have a field day with our coven, and say we were unhealthily close, a codependent culture, but the warmth in my other lover’s eyes and the joy for us in everyone else told me those psychologists could go suck a dick. At least that would be something useful for their mouths to do.

  In a lot of ways, they weren’t just my family, they were my entire world, and that was the norm for covens out here in the wasteland. Just, most of them were more dysfunctional than us, as a rule. Either I was really lucky to have spotted and walked in on Astra’s coven when I woke up, or the pixie had arranged for me to meet one of the best of them out here in the wasteland.

  Astra said, “May the goddess bless this food to our bodies and be with us. Let’s eat.”

  We all dug in.

  “This is delicious, your fingertips are magic in more than one way, Iris.”

  Iris blushed, which was cute. She was a shy and sweet witch, until you got her libido going, then she turned into a wickedly depraved little thing. Well, they always said it was the quiet ones who were wildest and kinkiest in bed. I was of course, referring to her using her powers of telekinesis and air in bed, the magical equivalent and joint affinities that would put a vibrator to shame. The things she could do to the rest of us should’ve been illegal. As far as delivering raw pleasure went, there was honestly no contest, except maybe for my pixie.

  Of course, we routed our affinity and magic through our hands, so it was all about the magic of her fingertips.

  Iris said, “Thank you, I think.”

  Raine giggled, “You love it, and he has your number.”

  Iris blushed harder. Not just at the attention, but her emotional reactions to it which were far bolder than she ever wanted to show.

  Celestine bailed her out with a subject change. Out of all the witches the lush platinum beauty came closest to Astra’s naturally potent empathy and a natural poise that demanded respect. She’d have made a good matriarch I think, but I was heartily glad she was ours. It was just a coincidence that she also had the second ripest and curvaceous body of the bunch.

  “I’m just glad you all made it back safely this afternoon.”

  I nodded, our second face off with Bridget had gone differently, and she’d wound up getting killed by her own second.

  Pepper said, “Thanks to Violet sending Claire, who we all really liked. Even then it was a little too close for comfort.”

  Blossom nodded, “They’re good trading partners to have, as trustworthy as our parents’ covens.”

  We all turned and looked toward the north. The first time that’d happened I hadn’t really understood it, but I could feel all the witches coming our way as they stepped through the outer alarm wards. They just kept coming, and after a bit longer the wards finally went silent.

  “Forty-two,” I said worriedly.

  We might fight off half that, at twice the power, but there were twice that many witches, and they’d been as powerful as we were which made the odds in power differential truly four to one, not two to one. Which could only mean one thing. A conclusion Astra echoed a moment later.

  Astra said, “City witches. We’d better see what they want.”

  We all got up, I could feel their nervousness at the idea, if they were here to kill us. Well, we were dead. There was no dread yet though, in our bond, because the city left us alone as long as we didn’t mess with them. That was the rule.

  Which meant, they were probably here because they’d heard about me.

  Raine rubbed my back, totally breaking our no touching outside of friend sex rule, but then it was the touch of a friend giving comfort, not a lover. Friends did touch on occasion, just not nearly as often as lovers did.

  “No guilt, it’ll be fine, I’m sure. We made the decision too.”

  I nodded, “Like I had a choice?” my eyes tracking Astra and Rue who were walking in the front a few feet ahead of us.

  Raine giggled, “Our matriarch is kind of irresistible, isn’t she?”

  I nodded in agreement.

  We walked to the edge of our small territory, the official part of it anyway. The outer wards were a good quarter mile out.

  Forty of the witches in two discrete formations stopped about a hundred feet away, and the two witches leading them kept coming. That was hopefully a good sign, and at the very least meant they wanted to talk first.

  The two leaders stopped about thirty feet away.

  One was quite… stunning, on a shallow level. Five foot seven and lithe, except for a huge pair of tits that looked even bigger than they really were on her otherwise willowy body. They were at least D cups, and half exposed in the dress that had thin laces widely crisscrossed exposing the entirety of her lush cleavage from top to bottom, merely covering the outer parts of her breasts including nipples. The skirt was also a little short, revealing a whole lot of creamy golden brown skin.

  Her face was even more stunning, she was mixed beauty of Latina and Japanese ancestry, and she’d gotten the best exotic features of both, with wide dark chocolate brown eyes, firm sculpted cheekbones, and pouty blow job lips. Her hair was a dark brown, and it fell down her body in waves.

  The other one wasn’t hard to look at either. Her hair was an honest to god bright pink and fell down straight like a curtain of silk, and she had warm hazel eyes. Her body was willowy and graceful at five foot ten, and she was wearing white pants, black boots, and a red blouse.

  The former said in a pleasant speaking voice, “I’m Maria, and this is Caroline. We serve at Darrow Kincaid’s pleasure. We hope this goes peacefully, Darrow has no intention of harming you or yours, but I’m afraid I must insist you join us. He would like to speak to you,” she nodded at me.

  Astra said doubtfully, “He just wants to talk to Glen?”

  Maria nodded, “Yes. Yours is the first coven in his area to find a warlock, and he wants to… set expectations, so that there’s no unpleasantness in the future that could’ve been avoided because it stems from misunderstanding. He would in short, like to take measure of your warlock’s intentions and values, and come to an understanding.”

  That sounded really unlikely, didn’t it? That sounded nice and reasonable, far too nice and reasonable for a man that had enslaved five hundred witches to his will.