I nodded, and I could live with that. Temporary reversion to post puberty levels of sexual fascination. It didn’t mean I didn’t still respect woman, just that I was also objectifying them a bit, didn’t mean I’d act on it or take what wasn’t offered. Which was a relief.

  She added teasingly, “Feel free to empty that lust in me whenever you feel the need, or on me. The twins are getting jealous, you’ve only used them for your pleasure once compared to the glut that my mouth and pussy have enjoyed your beautiful cock.”

  As if there was any doubt what she meant by the twins, she hefted and squeezed her tits while giving me a smoldering look.

  Fuck, now I was hard. I was also sadly enough, conflicted, since clearly I couldn’t fuck her tits in a car on a public street, but I really didn’t want to wait either.

  “Someone wants a spanking,” I threatened.

  Nora grinned, and said mock wistfully, “Now that has some possibilities.”

  I groaned, and she giggled naughtily, clearly amused and possibly turned on by me being a possessive jackass and pervert, and I was half convinced she wanted me to objectify her and use her for my pleasure alone. I finally started the car and pulled out, and I headed home. A place where I very much would take out all my sexual frustration on Nora’s made for rough sex body. Specifically, the gloriously large, soft, and silky twins. Apparently I’d been neglecting them.

  Thankfully, she really was mine, but even if she wasn’t it wasn’t like Rosaria wasn’t at my beck and call too, and her for life. I really liked that idea, far more than I should, but I’d live with being this way for another few days, it wasn’t really hurting anyone, and both of my lovers were insatiable and wantonly willing to see to my needs, and no doubt theirs.

  Chapter Six

  The sexual tension was off the scale as we entered my apartment, and I decided it was worth the risk to find out if her flirt earlier was just wicked teasing, of if she’d really meant it. I mean, it was something I’d never done before to a grown woman and lover, or anyone, but especially that. My libido was out of control too, which for some reason had me turned on beyond belief at the idea of doing it. I was literally hurting in my confinement I was so hard at the thought, as I grabbed Nora firmly and manhandled her to the couch.

  She let out a little cry of shock, as I shoved her over the end of the couch, then I kind of spun around the edge and through my right leg over her body and literally sat on her back. Not my whole weight, but certainly enough to pin her down, push her face into the cushion, and make her feel trapped and helpless.

  “You earned this, woman,” I said with dark anticipation in my voice, as I pulled up her sweater skirt and then tore down her sexy pink lingerie panties baring her wonderfully juicy bubbled ass. She was helpless, ass sticking up in the air, as I bent forward slightly, which both gave me a better angle and ensured she’d feel just how much this was turning me on. She’d feel every single cock twitch, and know just how much it was turning me on to punish her.

  Not that she really deserved punishment for teasing me, it was just a perverted game in my mind as my hand came down firmly on her ass, sending a loud smack of flesh reverberating through the room. My cock twitched hard, not from her scream of shock and shame necessarily at the sharp stinging pain and being helpless, but from the way her sweet ass vibrated so sexily for a brief moment.

  “Brendon…” she trailed off in a breathy sigh of dirty pleasure as the sting started to fade slightly, and no doubt those stinging vibrations were changing as they reached her sex. I could already see a hint of moisture on her sex.

  I stroked the red handprint gently with my fingertips, while I sucked the thumb of my left hand and got it wet. I spanked her other ass cheek, and she cried out in pain again, but that time the sick sigh of dirty pleasure followed much quicker, and she was making these breathy little pants of anticipation as she waited for the next one.

  It was proof enough she really dug it, being held down and punished in sexual manner. After all, there’d been plenty of time for her to call foul, and I’d have stopped immediately. My cock twitched hard at that realization.

  I took my time, spanking each sweet ass cheek multiple times, switching back and forth. She just got breathier and breathier, gasping and panting in a mix of pain and pleasure, and her sex started to get soaked with liquid excitement.

  It was then I had a kind of epiphany. I mean, of why she got off so hard by being claimed and dominated by a man in the bedroom, even punished by that man as he owned her and claimed her. She’d even intimated the others in her coven did the same thing, drove a man to insane lusts when they wanted some relief.

  They simply wanted to give up control, in one small area of their life where they could just be set free and let a man take care of everything. It gave them a naughty thrill to be dominated by a man in bed, to be owned, because every other part of their life was completely under their control, save perhaps the interference of other covens or supernaturals. It was the one place they could let go, relax, and just enjoy the feeling of being controlled without needing to make a single decision.

  They had mind control for goodness sakes. They could manipulate their way through their days, be assured of making money, always be treated well, and were probably rich beyond the dreams of avarice. Their days were perfect, no one was rude to them, and they could control any man or women on the planet. They didn’t have equals in relationships either, which would further exacerbate that need to give up control.

  That was a lot to control all the time, so of course when they do let go, it got wildly kinky and a little overboard. At least, that was my theory, and I was sticking with it.

  “You like this don’t you,” smack, “I love spanking your sexy ass,” smack, and she just got breathier and breathier at my hard demanding tones. She was really close to the edge, and she was really enjoying it, but I didn’t think the kink to be spanked was strong enough to get her over the edge. At least, not by itself. I could tell she was riding that edge hard though, almost painfully hovering over the abyss as her body quivered beneath me but just couldn’t go over all the way.

  Which is why I leaned forward and pushed my wet thumb up her ass without a by your leave. She keened and started to go over, but I wasn’t done as my middle and index finger curved down and around and slammed into her soaked quim. I started to fingerbang her as hard as I could, from the awkward angle, while also churning her asshole with my thumb with every stroke.

  She came like a freight train as I spanked both ass cheeks hard, in quick succession that time, and her orgasm jumped even higher. Her keening cries of pleasure and pain slightly muffled by the couch.

  Fucking hell, I almost came right there, in my pants, it was so hot to hear her sultry seductive voice coming for me while I abused her down below.

  When she started to come down, I scooped her up and over my shoulder, slapped her ass, and carried her into the bedroom. I dropped her on her feet by the bed, but also snagged her sweater dress and pulled it all the way up over her head, then expertly unsnapped her bra and pulled that off roughly. I pushed her onto her back, and she was looking at me in shock and wide-eyed pleasure.

  Her eyes widened with understanding and anticipation, as I started to grab her liquid ecstasy and start slathering it all over her cleavage and the insides of her massive tits.

  “Make it tight for me,” I ordered, and she was holding them and squeezing them together before the last word faded from the room.

  How to describe the myriad pleasures of her vast tits. So soft sliding into them, while she held them nice and tight for me. Silky, soft, hot, yet still so firm and tight around me, and so much pleasure sliding against my sensitive skin as I started to work between them in full thrusts. The lewd picture of my cockhead sliding out between her tits time and time again was a hell of a turn on, and occasionally she’d look down and lick my cockhead when it got close enough, while looking up sultrily and needily at me through her eyelashes.

  She drove me crazy. It was apparent she liked it, she really liked it, the sensation of my cock sliding through her sensitive cleavage, little tingles of pleasure, but when she started to cum hard for me, looking up at me with wide violet eyes, I got a little suspicious. Sure enough, when I looked back, Rosaria was going to town on her pussy with fingertips and tongue.

  “I’m going to paint that beautiful face, and your sexy tits.”

  Nora moaned deeply, and her eyes begged me for it, her sultry voice begging, “Brendon. Fuck my naughty tits harder, make it hurt as you force your seed on me. Fuck, I’m going to cum at the thought, please. My naughty tits need it as hard as my depraved pussy and cock sucking mouth.”

  I started to really plow through her tits, fucking the tight passage she was making with all I had, and the sensations ramped up considerably as pleasure flowed through my body. The look, the demand in her eyes for it was probably half the reason I lost control, and I felt my balls tightening up.

  I grunted, “Nora, fuck, baby!”

  The first shot slammed into her right cheek and over her nose, the second pulse mostly went into her mouth, but a small rope covered her bottom lip and a little below that. The third painted a necklace on her neck, and the rest of it pooled in her cleavage.

  She also came hard, the moment I’d blasted her in the face with my cum. I knew Rosaria’s talented tongue had a lot to do with that, but there was no denying the timing. It’d been me blasting off in her face that had given her that final push over the edge. As soon as she came down, she cleaned off my cock with a sensual bob, suck, and wildly slathering tongue. Then she shamelessly started to clean herself up, and anywhere she couldn’t reach with her tongue she used her fingers to gather it up only to suck them clean with a deep wanton moan of filthy enjoyment.

  Strangely enough, I think she was most shocked out of everything, when I willingly gave her a long lingering and passionate tongue kiss, after she’d swallowed, of course.

  Then it was time to see to my Rosaria. I’ve already mentioned I already loved her, she was a big part of my life even before I’d called her back and we’d bonded so intimately. I’d also just expended all my kinky wild lust and burned off all that sexual tension with Nora, so I was feeling rather loving when I turned to her.

  I started by eating her out, if you could call worshipping at the altar of her sex eating out. I loved her big pussy lips and could suck and lick them all day long. So soft, and she was so wildly responsive to every one of my touches. I ate her lovingly, slowly, and steadily with minimum finger use to three extremely potent orgasms. I loved a quivering pussy on my tongue, and none more than my sweet Rose.

  Then for perhaps the first time, I made love to her. Deep, slow, and patient, sliding in and out of her heaven almost painfully slow, with our eyes locked in a gaze of boundless love. So vulnerable, so poignant. Each and every small movement providing an intense storm of pleasure, greatly magnified by the intense connection we had staring into one another’s eyes.

  Eventually, Rosaria teared up, and started to cry tears of joy, even as she came non-stop for me. Water Fae were apparently very emotional beings, and the love that was zinging back and forth between us, and my need to pleasure her and love her had her spinning and overwhelmed. I could feel it in her, her awe at how I felt about her, and how much I needed her and needed to pleasure her. How much I’d enjoyed eating her, and how lovingly I stroked my cock in and out of her pleasure.

  It was almost too intense, that bright connection between us, and I finally sped up just enough to finish, and spend my deep pleasure and the bounty of our joining in the depths of her silken paradise.

  I kissed her lingeringly, as we both came down, and whispered, “Love you, Rose.”

  She snuggled into me with amazement on her face, and a soft loving benediction in her eyes.

  “You spoil me, and I love you too. I’ve never had this before.”

  “What do you mean?” I asked.

  She blushed, “The druids of the past saw us as tools, servants and sources of power, and yes, a place to seek relief, to stick their cocks in. I got relevance to the age, and an understanding through their eyes of the growing societies of humanity, and experiences in the mortal world. No one before you has shown me respect, or treated me with loving gentleness, or… pleasured me with their tongue. Sought my pleasure, without receiving any in return, even for a brief time.”

  I frowned, “That was normal? You were just a servant, power source, and a source of sexual and stress relief?”

  She nodded, “Yes. I like it this way better.”

  It was hard to understand, she was so sweet and loving, as well as faithful. Sure, she wasn’t human, she was a water Fae, a nature spirit, but also clearly a woman. She had a woman’s body, and that obviously informed her nature to a small extent, especially in matters of intimacy. Not to mention the bond to me which gave her even more that way.

  I didn’t imagine my ancestors were cruel either. All I could figure was it was the old prejudices. They probably didn’t see her as an equal, because she wasn’t human, and people back then didn’t tolerate different ideas and outlooks. They were more rigid, less accepting, and prejudice was truly a way of life, the norm. Maybe Nora couldn’t love them back, because they didn’t love her first, while I had as a boy. Who knows what would’ve happened if I’d grown up with my parents, what they’d have taught me.

  “Me too.”

  Nora said, “I think it was beautiful, what you just shared.”

  I grinned, and then pulled her over for a lingering sweet kiss.

  I asked, “So did you enjoy your punishment earlier, baby?”

  Nora blushed, “I wouldn’t want to do that every day, my ass still hurts, but… yes. You’ll know when I want it again.”

  I snickered, “Yeah, I’m sure you’ll earn it.”

  Nora giggled, “My thoughts exactly, should be fun.”

  Nora booked us a flight to Rome extremely early the next morning, and after packing and a quick run to the store for a few travel supplies, we decided to stay up and sleep on the plane. It’d help with the jetlag with them being six hours ahead, at least a little.

  Fortunately, I did have a passport, thanks to planning and going down to Mexico a couple of years ago on spring break. Otherwise, the renewal would’ve had to wait for two months. Nora also had one, and of course Rosaria was just going to have to go invisibly to humans, so she could easily sneak on the plane. She didn’t need a bag either, since she seemed to create just about anything she needed as far as clothes, though so far, it’d only been blue dresses. I don’t think I’d ever seen her brush her hair, either. Even after wild sex, her sweaty tangled hair would fall in a perfectly straight shimmering golden blonde curtain as soon as she got off the bed.

  I was also pretty sure she could just show up there, but she was bonded to me, and I doubt willing to leave my side for a whole twelve hours.

  I spent a little time practicing Eagle Eyes, and then studied and learned Owl Ears, which was a bit of a trip. I could hear everything crystal clear in the apartments all around me, and even down on the street. I suspected I’d easily hear both sides of someone else’s phone conversation a block away.

  It was only when Nora started to walk around in a set of lacy red lingerie panties and bra that I stopped practicing and took my ladies to bed, and certainly not to sleep. We spent the rest of the night there, and once again I’d lost count of the number of orgasms I’d both given and received since last time I’d slept. It was our third marathon sex session since I’d woken up yesterday morning. So much so, I finally asked about it at breakfast after our showers.

  “I’ve always been proud of my stamina in bed, four sometimes five rounds in a sex marathon, for me I mean, usually double digits for my partner. But… how the hell am I not drained, with my dick so sore it feels like it’s about to fall off.”

  Nora snickered.

  “I’ve been handling the latter issue, the former issue is all you. Less a power than a side effect of water magic. I’m not sure you even need to drink anymore, to be honest, to stay hydrated and cleansed. Part of it of course is relative youth, us being just over twenty doesn’t hurt at all, less for the magic to compensate for. Point being, that same thing restores your libido and swimmers a lot faster than the norm. Other side benefits should include never being sick again in your life, your water magic will keep you cleansed and that means nothing foreign to your body that doesn’t belong will die before it can get a hold.”

  “Good to know. Do you want some of that action?”

  She giggled, “Thanks for the thought, but the coven has a weak water spirit and I cleanse once a week. It’s not here though, so if I get a cold or something I’ll ask, but my body should be pretty pure right now even away from home. Of course, even without me you’d be surprised how much pleasure and punishment your cock will take now. The water magic does prevent the skin from drying out, but it would get sore eventually.”

  “I see, and that means I should release you from your vow exactly when?”

  Nora blushed.

  I winked, then turned to Rosaria.

  “So I’m curious, Rose. What exactly is the deal my family has with you, and how was it arranged?”

  Rosaria replied, “The deal is that I serve your family in perpetuity, until your line dies, or until I am rejected by all the surviving druids of your line until their twenty first year. Rejection meaning being sent away and not being claimed. As to how it was arranged, your family’s power is strong enough to draw me from my lake home, and I was captured and claimed. After the claiming, the one that had claimed me bargained for my service to your family line instead of just to him for the duration of his life, as is standard.”

  “I see, and what did he give you in the deal for your agreement?” I asked, not entirely certain I wanted to know. I was fairly sure capturing and claiming was a euphemism for forcing her to the ground and taking her. Given what I knew, and since I loved her, it was hard to think of it as anything but rape. I knew that wasn’t reality, she wasn’t human, and it was expected, even enjoyed by the nature spirits, to submit to the greater power of another, but it still seemed wrong.