Bonnie said, “As a last resort, I hope they don’t come back.”

  “That depends on Carmine and how he takes our warning. From what you said of him I don’t see that happening. But if it helps, I hope you’re right.”

  Elena said, “Truth.”

  “Workout? I was at ninety four percent when we were interrupted, but it took a good amount of power to make all your armors, I’m right around ninety now and we were close to done anyway.”

  I patted Bonnie’s ass possessively, and then gave her soft kiss which made her melt against me, and Maggie was there to collect one of her own as it finished.

  “Workout it is,” Maggie said warmly.

  We headed into the house and changed into workout clothes. I handed Maggie some yoga pants and a pink sports bra and then grabbed my own workout clothes. I also picked out her outfit for after the shower outfit and put it on the bed. It was a barely there skintight halter top her generous C cups would be spilling out of, and trashy barely there short red and black checkered skirt.

  She looked at it, and the fact that despite the skirt having just enough material that it would show off half her rounded ass and flash her pussy with every movement, that I hadn’t included a bra or panties, then she looked at me a little breathily.

  I said firmly, “You can change back into the pearl blouse and red pencil skirt before the witches get home, but after the workout I want you looking trashy and sexy for me.”

  She bit her lip, and her eyes were bright with excitement, “Yes, sir,” she said with warm sultry sensuousness, “I’ll be your trashy and naughty good girl, sir.

  Bonnie said sweetly, “That is so fucking hot, but I can dress myself.”

  Elena teased, “True, you don’t need his help to dress trashy.”

  Bonnie giggled, “Nor you.”

  Elena nodded in shameless agreement, but I’d ignored their byplay, still mesmerized by Maggie’s soft innocent brown eyes looking at me with naughty eager devotion and boundless love.

  I was extremely hard in that moment, how much she desired that blew my mind. Yes, she desired and needed my love, respect, and admiration too, and she had that in spades, but there was a balance and I was just figuring out I hadn’t been meeting that balance quite right since the coven had moved in.

  She needed both, so I’d give her both, take her and use her, love her and cherish her, in equal measure. I think a part of that was insights from the blessing, it hadn’t really hit me hard enough or deeply enough in understanding. She was my willing and joyful cum-dump, and she needed to be that for me, to satisfy a need in herself to be owned, cherished, and mine.

  Damn, she really was a bad girl, a fact I needed to accept and feed. That she was my shameless and dirty cum-slut in our private lives, and she needed to be that for me to satisfy her needs to be controlled by a man and fulfill her desires and needs.

  But I knew I’d never forget she was also much more than that. A ruthlessly ambitious businesswoman, coven matriarch, and a woman of deep convictions, intelligence, and empathy to her allies and family, while hell on wheels to her enemies.

  Bonnie was much the same way in our bedroom and sex life, but not so much outside of it in our personal lives or business lives. But she dressed pretty risqué herself, in her casual clothes, which my other mates’ banter had alluded to already.

  I caressed her face lovingly, no doubt with the awe I felt toward her in my eyes, and then patted her ass domineeringly, feeding both sides of her before we headed down to the gym.

  Bonnie was in nothing but a leotard, which looked to be about to lose the fight against her breasts trying to pop out of it, and of course the cut of it completely revealed every inch of her mouthwatering legs. It was her first time working out with us, and she enjoyed showing off her body to us as much as she enjoyed our eyes on her. Not just me, all of us.

  Elena was in a tiny pair of gray short shorts, that was loose enough to flash me if I was at the right viewing angle, and she wore a casual gray tube top which pretty much left her perky and proud generous B cups swinging free and wild as she conquered the elliptical.

  It was a good workout, and we were all in a fever pitch when it was done. Let’s just say it was a very pleasant and long shower, and the first time I’d experience a triple blow job. My new life was nuts at times.

  My sweet innocent faced beauty really did look trampy as hell in the outfit I picked, especially without a bra or panties, and I enjoyed the view of her lushly ripe and sumptuous body as we headed downstairs.

  The four of us cuddled up on the couch for three, Maggie pasted against my left, Bonnie on my right and half in my lap, and Elena hanging on Maggie while we chatted. Bonnie really was love starved, and so excited to find her mates, she was very touchy feely. All my mates like to cuddle, but if I hadn’t been totally absorbed in her myself then I would’ve probably found it clingy, but with her vivacious exuberance and sweetness it was just endearing to me.

  I certainly didn’t mind holding and caressing her, while my other arm was around Maggie and stroking Elena’s neck.

  Yesterday we’d focused on personal stuff in getting to know Bonnie and her us, but that mid-morning we started on the business interest side. For quite a while Maggie explained a bit about all the businesses she invested in as well as investments, her plans and hopes for the coven.

  It wasn’t until she brought up mine and Elena’s business idea that my prediction from earlier came true, the insight that the blessing had brought me.

  Maggie said, “So, I’ve got people coming tomorrow morning, probably around this time, to set up the office. I’ve also got someone coming tonight from a sex club, to take away what we don’t want, all of which I already moved to the bedroom in a chest, I just need to put up the swing in there. I figured I’d donate it rather than throw it away, it would seem almost blasphemous to do so.”

  Bonnie asked, “Office?”

  Elena nodded, “For me and Jack. We’re going to be co-authors for our outside interest, and perhaps on occasion just help each other with insights into each other’s work.”

  Bonnie bounced, her breasts bouncing delightfully in the halter top. She’d put back on the same clothes from earlier, tight short jean shorts, and tight top that showed off most of her cleavage and plenty of side boob being open from the side.

  “You have to let me be your editor. I totally love books, and I have my bachelor’s degree in English lit.”

  She gasped, and then covered her mouth and blushed.

  Elena shook her head, “Truth, I thought you didn’t go to college? I mean, I assumed, since you’re just eighteen. A delightfully wonderful woman, but eighteen.”

  Bonnie bit her lip, and said quickly, “I kind of totally graduated high school at fifteen and went to college for three years for a four-year degree but gave it up after that.”

  I frowned, and kissed her cheek, “Why are you embarrassed about being a genius, and by the way, we would love it if you were our editor, right?”

  Elena smiled at me, then nodded at Bonnie, “Me too, and same question.”

  “Me three,” Maggie said, “Between teaching us magic and helping with editing that should be a full-time thing.”

  Bonnie shrugged, “Some people act weird when they find out how smart I am, and some of them get angry at me for dropping out of college when I could’ve gotten a doctorate by age twenty. Some even accuse me of being fake, that if I was so smart then I wouldn’t be exuberant to the point of appearing ditsy.”

  “I think it’s hot.”

  Bonnie giggled, “Which part.”

  “All of it, your vivacious sweet personality is mesmerizing, your intelligence makes me admire you more which makes you sexier and more beautiful to me, and that you want to be ours and work with us in our professional lives absolutely thrills me. Plus, your sexy body.”

  She snickered.

  Elena said, “Truth, we’re not most people, we’re your mates, love.”

  Bonnie sniffled, and reached across me and Maggie to squeeze Elena’s leg.

  Maggie nodded, “Plus I’m guessing most people you meet are human. We understand being a champion of love, pleasure, beauty and fertility, and your love of magic, come before human academic achievements, and rightly so.”

  Bonnie nodded, “When I started college, I was just fifteen. So I was a third of the way toward my current dream when I got my magic. I decided to finish what I’d started. I suppose part of their horror was when I stopped taking classes I became a fraternity slut. I didn’t really let it bother me, but it was just easier to not talk about it. I should’ve known better, that you would all understand.”

  I kissed her softly, and a bit lingeringly, her sweet sigh into my mouth as she wiggled a bit more of her body into my lap made me feel warm inside, as well as a powerful need to protect and cherish the amazing woman in my arms.

  “So, tomorrow we’ll have an office?”

  Maggie said, “Yes, laptops included. Though those are coming by UPS.”

  Bonnie started to nuzzle my neck, and to tease my neck and earlobe with her hot breath and soft brushes of her lips.

  Elena said, “Now seems as good a time as any to start that personal one on one relationship maintenance. It’s Bonnie’s turn today, you get Maggie tomorrow, and me third, and then it’ll cycle.”

  I said I’d let them handle the details of that stuff, so just nodded in agreement. It was strange though, I was both thrilled to be left alone with Bonnie, but I kind of wanted my playful kitten and saucy nymph at the same time. It wasn’t exactly codependent or clingy, but I did love both of them to distraction, and for the last two weeks I’d spent every waking moment with at least one of them, and most of the time both, outside of quick moments. So it was a habit thing, but my heart did feel their absence as Bonnie and I looked over to see Maggie grin our way as Elena pulled her up and out of the room.

  I pulled Bonnie the rest of the way up onto my lap, and she curled up a bit to get her face in my neck, and she sniffed as she kissed my neck softly.

  “I love your scent,” she said dreamily, “And the way you make me feel, when you hold me so firmly yet gently.”

  “I love the way you feel in my arms, Bonnie. You’re an amazing woman.”

  She giggled, “Thank you for earlier, for sparing them. I don’t think they’re evil, but they deserved that once chance. If they come back, then I understand what you’ll need to do.”

  I teased her back with my one hand, while my other hand slowly explored her flat stomach with soft circling brushing fingertips.

  “You’re welcome, but I did it for my own peace of mind as well.”

  She sighed softly, “That feels so good, Jack. Breasts, please,” when I moved my hand under her shirt and began lightly caressing the bottoms of her huge firm breasts instead, she let out a cute sigh of decadent pleasure.

  We just continued that for a while, several minutes of silence. I wasn’t even squeezing her breasts, or going near her nipples, I just slowly did little soft circles and lingeringly traced the top of her breasts along her bra line, teased along her massive cleavage as well, and below as well, while running circles on her back with my other hand.

  It was a good feeling I’d imagine, based on her soft breathy sighs on my neck. I knew her lips there felt wonderful, and her silken moist lips sent delightful tingles of pleasure dancing through my body, as did the fingernails that were circling and teasing the back of my neck as her other hand teased my chest. It was a sharing of a low-level pleasure which was giving rise to a lustful need in both of us.

  But beyond that, more importantly than that even, we were drowning in the intimacy and quiet, in the simple act of breathing each other in as I held her on my lap, and she melted against me. That was the real intimacy, just existing with her, aware of her every sweet and heated breath on my skin, and the soft noises of contentment as she teased my neck with those lips.

  It was, in short, a precious moment, one that I felt drowned in, and gladly wallowed in. Her wonderful feminine scent, her lithe and soft body against mine, and the feeling of her silken skin under my fingertips.

  The moment broke as she got breathier, needier, and she wiggled her ass slightly on my cock.

  I said softly, “What do you need, baby?”

  Baby definitely fit her, as a pet name, when it hadn’t Maggie, and I never even considered it for Elena.

  She moaned softly, “I like that, a lot. Makes me feel warm and flushed, when my mate says it. I’ve never liked being called that before, but I’ll be your baby, anytime. Am I not vixen?”

  I chuckled in a low voice, which made her wiggle on me again.

  “Oh no, you just have two pet names now. You’re still certainly my vibrantly virtuous and vivaciously venerable vixen.”

  She giggled, “That was some mouth full. Venerable?”

  “The closest word I could think of to respect and admiration that started with V. Obviously, not old,” I gave her teasing squeeze.

  She snickered, and kissed my neck softly, “So I’m your baby vixen?”

  I nodded, “Vibrantly vivacious baby vixen. So, what do you need, baby?” my hand was really low on her back now, playing right at the top of her ass, and her back arched slightly with a breathy sigh as she pushed her tits into one hand and her ass onto the other.

  She said softly, “I need you.”

  I replied, “And I need you, good thing you’re mine,” I said that last firmly, which seemed to break her control.

  She got up with a needy look in her gorgeous light icy blue eyes and tore her shirt over her head, then started to remove her bra.

  I watched her completely enthralled, while I undid my pants and pushed them down, then kicked them off, while pulling the shirt off my body. When I was done, she was bending over with her ass in my direction and pushing down those shorts. Her little mound and petite labia made the thigh gap look heart shaped, and her perfect pear-shaped ass was mouthwatering.

  Goddess, she was gorgeous, her sweet and bright golden blonde curls, lithe and graceful body, save for those perfect and proudly supple and nubile eighteen-year-old D cups. Not that Maggie at nineteen or even Elena at twenty-three was mite less nubile and supple of breast, but Bonnie’s were a lot bigger. I’d have expected some sag, from weight alone, but her rounded D cups were sticking straight out.

  Even for the supple perfection of an eighteen-year-old that was impossible, save the magic that did make it possible, of course. She was that firm.

  She smiled excitedly as she got back on my lap, this time straddling me, and she let out a deep moan and hiss of pleasure as she reached down and ran the head of my cock along her folds. She let out a breathy moan as I gently squeezed her breasts, then a gasp as the vixen lowered herself on me, and she engulfed my pleasure with her heavenly warmth.

  “So good. You’re perfect, so snug,” I said in praise as her sex stretched tautly around my thick shaft and slowly took me into her heated and euphoric depths.

  Her sweet little breathy gasps were in time to her shallow bounces, as she worked my cock deep inside of her until our bodies were flush. She gave a giggle gasp of pleasure, as she squeezed tightly and ground in a tight circle.

  “This,” she said breathily, “Is what I needed.”

  She buried her head in my neck, and started to nibble, lick, and even bite my earlobes, all while her sweet high-pitched voice gasped for me as she worked my cock slowly, with her body.

  I was hardly idle, pushing up and grinding her right back, as I softly squeezed her firm milky breasts. I just short of harshly rolled her sweet pink nipples with authority, which made her gasp harder as her pussy convulsed around my sensitive length.

  I’d discovered last night, my Bonnie like very firm tit play, not quite mauling, but quite firm on the tugs, twists, and pinches on her nipples, and a very hard squeeze. Her breasts were sensitive, but not nearly as hypersensitive as Maggie’s and Elena’s.

  I asked, “My cock?”

  She moaned softly, “That too, it’s so big, fills me so completely, and goddess you really do know how to use it.”

  I groaned, “I’m not the only one.”

  She giggled, “Am I a good baby for sir?”

  “A very good one, baby. The best. So what was the other reason, my sweet vixen.”

  She sighed softly, and she nibbled breathily on my earlobe as she started to grind me a little harder and worked her hips over me. It was obvious she was enjoying my rougher breast treatment and the feeling of my cock filling her.

  “I wanted to be closer to you, needed it. I needed to give you the pleasure of my body. I want to feel you cum in me, cradle me. That’s what I needed, what I always need,” she said in the most vulnerable tone of voice I’d ever heard in my life, that was still somehow vibrant.

  She needed my pleasure, and she needed my love. Gods, she was going to drive me crazy, and I felt such a powerful need to cherish her, protect her, and to keep her safe in that moment that my mind spun. I felt dizzy with it.

  I grabbed her hair abandoning one of her breasts, and her eyes looked vulnerable as hell when I forced her head from my neck and I met her eyes, and they were so very hungry. Not only hungry for the pleasure we were sharing, and the wild fucking and crazy shit. She was hungry for my love, my care, and my attention.

  I said softly, “And I long to give you what you need, and I’ll always cherish you, Bonnie. You don’t think I feel the intensity of this? Your warmth of heart, vibrancy toward life and hope, and everything else about you awes me as well. I love to hold you, and I’ll never stop. You are already in my heart, my precious one.”

  She bit her lip, then attacked me with her lips. She let out so much passion in that moment as our lips danced and she let out a needy moan into my mouth. Her body started to work me hard and fast, and I mean jackhammer twerking hips, bouncing like a bunny, and fucking my brains out fast. Apparently, she’d really liked what I’d just said.

  Her tits bounced up and down my chest, and then started hit my chin and face as she worked hard for my cum. It was shock and awe golden blonde sexpot style, and I went from fine to on the edge in about thirty seconds.