“The other two have found their way into museums. One in London, the other in Rome.”

  I wasn’t exactly rich as a recent college graduate, more broke would the right word. But we’d figure it out. Philly, Rome, London, and then Ireland.

  What could possibly go wrong?

  “Okay, let’s do it. So how does the bond thing work.”

  Her lips slightly parted, and she looked… eager.

  “You must claim me, Brendan. As a man claims a woman.”

  No shit. So much for best friends for life, instead we’d be lovers for life. On the shallow end my cock was already perking up, she was a goddess, literally apparently.

  She said, “You look surprised, Brendan. I told you your feelings and desires toward me were natural as are mine toward you. We will literally be a union of nature and man, a bridge between nature and mankind, and what better way to accomplish that than joining our flesh as a man and woman does, the most natural thing in the world, as we mingle and bond our souls as one. Plus, I must admit, I am eager to feel the pleasures of you thrusting within my depths as you take me as yours.”

  Damn, I was at full mast and twitching painfully in my confinement after that little passionate speech, especially with the lustful invitation in her blue eyes and warm loving smile on her face. She was elemental, beyond beguiling and alluring, and ready for me.

  So far this druid gig seemed pretty cool. I was about to claim and pound a goddess into orgasms and a bonding, and I had a hot lushly sexy witch sworn to guide, protect, and to see to my every need, which had implicitly included seeing to my pleasure with the bounties of her amazing body.

  I didn’t know what the price was going to be for this triad with two of the most beautiful and sexy women I’d ever met, but it surely was worth it, whatever it was. Still, I was guessing that my life was about to get extremely complicated. Even if Nora left at some point, it would be worth it just to have this goddess as my lover, never mind the side benefit of wielding her powers as well as my own internally focused magic.

  Chapter Three

  “So beautiful, Rosaria.”

  I leaned my head down and brushed her full lips with my own, my hand around her now exploring her body more freely with gentle strokes, as my other hand crossed my body and caressed her soft silken skin of her face. She was breathlessly sweet, her lips so warm and moist against mine, and absolutely delicious.

  I broke the kiss reluctantly, to pull up on her dress. I’d given the tent brief consideration, but this was a goddess of nature, a powerful water fae, and making love on the grass under the stars just seemed right. She’d called it a claiming, but I was going with making love. Yes, I wanted to ravish her, and I would often, but in that moment, I loved her deeply and completely. She’d practically raised me and been my ever-present companion for eight years. Seen through my adult eyes, it was no wonder I was mesmerized and lost in her.

  She was sweetly submissive, and it didn’t take long to figure out she was following my lead. Her hands on my body no more risqué than my own had been.

  I pulled the dress over her head, and her generous but tightly proud rounded C cups bounced. She was all perfect hourglass curves, petite in stature, but a little top heavy. Thirty six C, eighteen, thirty two at a guess. I pushed her back gently, while I dove forward and took a nipple into my mouth. Her sweet tasting skin made me moan, as her nipple tightened in my mouth as I swirled it with my tongue. My hand roved her flesh teasingly, until it took control of her other breast, and I rolled her nipple between finger and thumb, drawing a gasp from her lips.

  She said, “Brendan, claim me as yours, please,” in a breathy begging voice.

  My other hand teased her inner thigh, and my thumb brushing against her hot and wet sex told me she really was ready for it. I supposed the long exploration of her perfect body would have to wait for later, like it had with Nora. She was already panting in a needy and wild manner as I teased a finger into her, while biting and pulling on her nipple with my teeth.

  I stood up and stared down at her with undisguised lust in my eyes, as I unbuttoned my pants. It was my thought of Nora that clued me in to what she really meant. Perhaps there’d been three reasons for Nora to drive me over the edge to take her like an animal. To clue me in to what my beautiful Fae wanted and expected from me.

  She was elemental, a goddess, a nature spirit, and while she was a woman too, it was suddenly obvious to me that she’d want me to be elemental and selfish in my claiming. To truly claim her and take her, to make her mine by right of… something.

  I could make love to her later too, as well as that gentle and fun exploration. As I fanned the pure lust at the idea of ravishing her nubile body without mercy, I could see her growing more excited, as the love took a backseat to my demandingly possessive need to claim her, to fuck her into submission and make her mine.

  To take her, as was my right.

  It felt wrong to encourage those thoughts and desires by the training of society, she wasn’t an object to be claimed, but it was natural. It would’ve been a dark place without consent, but it really wasn’t since she was panting for it. Not dark, it was a wild place. A place of need, desire, and action to secure what was mine.

  She’d said it, we were the joining of man and nature, the bridge for other humans and nature. To do that, I had to meet her in the middle, and accept and even embrace the animalistic instincts and desires buried deep in my DNA, from a time before civilization.

  Not that it was hard, she was exquisite, and pushed all the right buttons with her beauty and sexy petite bombshell body. I had to have her, and she would be mine.

  I dropped to my knees and forcefully pulled her to me by the legs, while tossing them over my shoulders. The look in my eyes must’ve been insanely possessive, and she was wide eyed with anticipation and excitement as I lined myself up and pushed in. Not just the look, but I knew she could feel me surrender to the wild need to possess her.

  Her labia were perfectly symmetrical, and quite generous. I couldn’t wait to get my mouth on it later, and to feel her tremble on my tongue. I ran my cockhead up and down her slit to collect all the liquid anticipation, mixing it with my own, then pushed in hard.

  Holy hell, it was pure bliss as I slid in with delicious moist silken friction. She took me in easily, despite my fat cock, I slid right in her delightful warmth. She wasn’t loose by any stretch, just snug to a perfect extent to take me easily and send pleasure into my body. Then she tightened like a vice around me, as our bodies met, and gave me a grind that milked me hard. It was so much pleasure I almost came on the spot.

  I don’t know why I was surprised by any of that. She was a water fae, pure magic, of course she could manipulate her body so thoroughly. I also wasn’t quite as far gone as I’d been with Nora, she’d used magic to seduce me, and there was only so far I could sink into my selfish instincts to dominate, claim, and bond my sweet Rosaria to my will and desire for life.

  Even in that selfish moment, I wanted to spoil her, make her cum on my cock endlessly in pleasure. I still loved her, respected her even, and wanted to bring joy to her life, but I would claim her with my manhood, by taking her until I’d forced my seed deep inside her womb. It was what she wanted, and what needed to happen to bond us.

  Nature wasn’t cruel or kind, it just was, and it didn’t care about society’s rules, laws, or morals, it followed its nature. I had to meet her halfway, but so would she.

  I returned the favor with a tight upward grind circle that ground her clit, then started to pound her. Her delicious C cups started to bounce wildly with each rough thrust of our bodies, and I made the effort to catch one with my left hand and start to work it. Ironically, the goddess’s breasts were far more sensitive than the witch’s had been, and I was far more gentle yet still insistently firm as I squeezed, caressed, and thumbed her nipples, only to roll her nipple with authority while pulling.

  Her sex was like a glove a little too tight, pulling on my skin delightfully each time I pulled out, and only the liquid anticipation allowed me to slide right back into that paradise. The tide of pleasure rose quickly, and the waves of blissful sensations quickly overwhelming my control.

  The wide excited and eager look of passion in her eyes just added to that, as she wantonly worked for my pleasure and rose to her own heights. I cheated to help it along, pinching and pulling a little harder on her breast while I rested my weight on her legs and slid my right hand between us and started to stroke her clit with a light moist touch.

  Her sex convulsed riotously around me as her eyes went wide, damn she was beautiful right on the edge of ecstasy. Her counterthrusts got sloppy and her whole body started to squirm and quiver beneath my powerful thrusts. Her ocean eyes had me captivated as I felt my legs start to tingle and my balls tighten.

  “You are mine, Rosaria,” I said in a deep voice I hardly recognized, with all my lust and need echoed in the tones.

  She cried out and came undone, flooding my center like a wave breaking on shore, and I grunted as I followed her into that storm of pleasure and started to unload deep inside of her grasping and milking heaven. The pleasure was masterful, and she cried out in ecstasy, “Yes! Brendon!”

  She was so sexy cumming for me, and I also felt a surge of magic as we bonded as one. It was both incredibly intimate, and absolutely elemental as her magic coursed through my body and mind. I could feel her ecstasy, and a triumphant joy and satisfaction that came from us both. She was literally a part of me, and I felt so much awe in the power and shared sensations and emotions that I stared at her in wonder.

  So much admiration and deep feelings of love, satisfied lust, and joy that she blushed deeply by my regard. I gave her a soft grind, then pulled out and collapsed by her side, pulling her nubile perfection against me firmly.

  The kiss we shared then was… mind-boggling in its sweet intimacy, Rosaria kittenishly affectionate as we stroked each other’s bodies and worked our lips together in the fog of post-coital bliss.

  The night had been full of crazy surprises, and a surrealness that couldn’t be denied. It was going to take me time to acclimate to this my new life. But there was one more shock for me that day, something I hadn’t really thought through, when I felt a huge surge of lust from behind me. The first emotions I felt from another besides Rosaria with my newfound empathy ability through our bond.

  Then I felt soft lips on my neck, Nora’s lips, as I continued to kiss my sweet goddess. Well, breathlessly sweet to me, I remembered how cold she could be as well, at least with Nora at first.

  Point being, I was about to experience my first threesome, which was both unbelievable and on another level, completely natural.

  I’d have to catch up later, when I got a moment alone, but first I was in for a wild night.

  Nora kissed her way down my body, and she started to work me with her mouth to restore me to hardness, while I continued my make out session and tried to get accustomed to the sensations of my new active abilities. I knew there was more to be explored, but empathy was the only one that was on all the time. I’d need to get used to it.

  There was no thought to stop Nora, they were both obviously on board, I could sense it, and being a guy I sure as hell wasn’t going to object sleeping with both beauties at the same time. It wasn’t exactly a typical relationship, not even a typical triad relationship. As far as I could figure they were both mine in wanton submission, though I wasn’t entirely sure why the witch was allowing it. She was basically human as a witch in body and mind, not a nature spirit of any kind and not bonded to me. Yet, that moment was hardly the time to figure it out, she’d sworn to serve my every need and advise me, I could figure out why later. Plus, she was obviously an insatiably wanton goddess in bed, and in that moment I wasn’t about to question anything.

  Once I was hard Nora moved and stuck her face between Rosaria’s thighs and got to work on her messy sex with a lustful and talented tongue. If her moans of delight were any indication, the kinky witch really liked our mixed taste. So I got up on my knees and crawled behind Nora, and started to squeeze and play with her sexy bubbled ass while I sheathed my cock into her warm pleasure.

  The night got a little crazy from there.

  The ladies had me worn out, literally. I’d cum thirteen times that day, and I think I only managed that due to Nora’s magic and my own. I’d put another load into Nora, and two more into the goddess. The three of us were cuddled up under the stars, and I just felt… blissed out and worn down, relaxed to a level and state I’d never achieved previously in my twenty-one years.

  I should be sore as hell, but I wasn’t. I didn’t have healing ability, so I suspected it’d been Nora keeping us from getting chapped. Time to get a few answers.

  “Alright. So, we release all the various spirit types, and the faery races, what happens then? Won’t the humans notice? It could restart the war, or something.”

  Rosaria said, “As you know, I can be invisible if I wish to the normal humans. I can also avoid being recorded on camera. All the spirits, both nature spirits and the spirits of powers and principalities can also do this, and the latter doesn’t bother with humanity as much at all. They have their own society and purpose to this world, and only deal with a witch or coven powerful enough to gain their fear and respect.

  “The faery can also hide from the eyes of mortals. In this new world that doesn’t believe in magic, I believe they’ll be safe. Humans can see us through seer stones, but what human would make the attempt to find one in this word filled with practical societies. So, that shouldn’t be a problem.

  “The only ones it will effect are the druids and the witches. They might notice nature making a comeback, as forests and jungles stop shrinking and grow, and endangered species start to prosper as balance is brought back to the world, but they’ll look for a scientific explanation of it and they’ll argue among themselves endlessly about it.”

  I could see all that.

  “Nora, just to verify, one of the spirits bound to your coven can create storms?”

  The violet eyed seductress blushed like a schoolgirl, “Busted. But embarrassingly enough, the tent thing wasn’t a part of my plan. I just figured with a quick mountain squall you’d be more than willing to take shelter with me for a while.”

  I chuckled.

  Now that I could focus on more than the nubile beauties at my side, I explored the bond and the magic. It was all very intuitive, the magic I shared and that came from Rosaria. The way to use it, control it, and how it fit in with nature was implicit in the bond. Like remembering something I’d just forgotten.

  Water could support or destroy earth as an element and that translated to nature and life. Earth had a tighter connection to life, more direct, but water was intrinsic to its survival. I could not only control water, I could feel it. Feel the life around me through it, every blade of grass, the trees, and even the two beauties against my sides.

  I’d always felt a connection to nature, but now it was… direct and profound.

  Too much water and a tree would die, too little, and it would die. The cleansing part of the power was to purify the water or any liquid really. Which is why the healing aspect of my powers only worked on diseases, viruses, and bacteria. I could cleanse the blood and water in the tissues, literally cleanse the disease. But I couldn’t heal a cut, or a greater wound, that was in the domain of earth.

  There were subtler advantages to it as well, with a cleansing I could bring someone to the peak of health that way. Remove the toxins from a human body. I knew I felt fantastic, as I’d been cleansed in the bonding. I felt better than I ever have before. Water supported life, and that indirect truth shouldn’t be underestimated, there was no life without water, but water could exist without life.

  I could also control water, in the obvious way. If I wished I could pull a small stream of water from the creek, and make it dance in the air. Or… force it into a molecular wide stream that would cut through steel, like a water blade.

  As for my empathy and the mystery of Nora. Well, I still didn’t have a clue why she was here, save of course releasing the more powerful spirits of powers and principalities so her coven could grow in power. Maybe that was enough of a reason and her only purpose in her actions today. Whatever the case, I was positive with my empathy that she meant me no true harm, that she would guard me, and that she was very much enjoying the hell out of meeting my every need. Especially the needs in the sack.

  What I didn’t understand at all was my intrinsic magic as a druid, save that I could now feel it inside of me. The potential of it.

  “So, any idea how the druid magic works. The enhancement, modification, and transfiguration part.”

  Nora kissed my shoulder, and I was mesmerized by her emotions of nascent affection and embarrassment. Gods, every time I looked into one of their eyes, I was overcome by their beauty. Both of them, Rosaria’s softly elegant beauty, and Nora’s innocently seductive beauty. They both felt like silken feminine warmth against my sides.

  “I almost forgot. I have your family’s spell book in my duffel bag. It’s more of a small journal sized book than a true grimoire. I found it during my search for you. You’ll have to study the spells, which will have both a mental focus and vocal aspects. I’d also advise you to learn the spells in order, which will keep you out of trouble. Once you master a spell, move on to the next page and next spell, and don’t read ahead to avoid temptation.

  “If you tried a transfiguration spell first, you’d just wind up killing yourself.”

  “That seems like a good plan,” I acquiesced to her advice, it was all too new for me to do otherwise. I also claimed a soft lingering kiss, which was completely lacking in lust, perhaps we were all satiated for the moment.