I could feel the sense of her lust and anticipation absolutely skyrocket, no doubt because she could feel my presence in the bond, and my reacting emotions of awe, lust, and amazement, but she had no idea exactly when I’d be touching her. I started to strip quietly.

  Her arms were straight above her head, the cuffs attached to her wrists and the chain around two of the posts inside the headboard, while her legs were splayed open in a split, and it looked like the soft rope tied to her ankles went under the bed. Her back was arched, and her pert B cups were sticking straight up, her nipples strained.

  “You need help?”

  Iris sighed, “We were playing around earlier with some of the toys of this century. Would you believe Celestine just left me tied up like this? The minx. Could you untie me and unlock the cuffs, the key is on the dresser, I think.”

  I chuckled at her innocent tone, while her labia had beaded up liquid anticipation glistening under the sunlight coming in the window.

  I walked over and softly caressed her leg, teasingly up her thigh, around her vulva, and back down the other leg, while my other hand teasingly tweaked a nipple.

  She let out a shocked gasp, and breathy sigh, then said in a scandalized tone, “You wouldn’t ‘take advantage of tied up and helpless girl, would you?”

  She bit her lip nervously, but her scents and emotions were practically begging me for it. Despite those false notes in this new and naughty reluctance game setup, I was hard as a rock and about to go out of my mind with lust.

  “Such a naughty girl, Iris.”

  Iris blushed, her breathing already a little sped up and excited, despite me only touching her the once. She arched her back and gasped, when my mouth closed over her delicious nipple and suckled, lightly and teasingly swirling her nipple with my tongue before biting it.

  Iris said, “Oh goddess, you would, wouldn’t you. Don’t you dare stick that tongue in my hot wet pussy. I call you for… oh goddess, I call you for you help and here you are molesting me.”

  Her body wriggled wildly, as I started to kiss my way down her stomach, her skin delicious, warm, and silken under my lips and tongue. I was twitching hard in anticipation, and I got the idea she’d talked to Raine about my oral skills, or rather that Raine had told her all about it.

  She said in breathy panic, “Oh goddess, he’s going to do it, he’s going to stick his hot warm tongue in my pussy. I can’t believe this. I’ll scream if you do, cry out for help. There’s no way you could stop me, if you do this. Unless… oh goddess, don’t you dare gag me with your fat cock, while you’re molesting my pussy with your tongue.”

  Fuck, I almost came right there, but immediately straddled her head an arched my back enough to make it work. Feeding my cock between her sweet lips as I dipped my head between her splayed legs. She was literally stretched open in a split, which lewdly pulled her labia apart, completely revealing her pussy to me in all its glory, as well as her tight little asshole.

  She made a scandalized yet muffled sound of disbelief, even as she suckled my tip and swirled it with her tongue, making me moan deeply into her sex, and vibrate her sensitive labia and clit as I started to feast on her.

  She sounded garbled, “Don’t you dare fuck my face and stick a finger in my ass. Enough is enough, Glen.”

  Her head was on the bed, so I was extremely careful as I started to slowly move in and out of her mouth, because she had no way to back off. The tip of my cock barely grazed her vibrating throat as her tongue did magical things to the sensitive bottom and she sucked hard, making it good for me as I pulled out. Her soft lips and suction pulling and tugging on the skin.

  Down below however I upped my game, feasting on her folds and clit, as I slipped two fingers into her hot sex. Once soaked, I moved those to her ass and replaced my fingers with my tongue, while my other hand went under my chin and started to lightly press down and rub in circles on her folds and clit, while I licked deeply into her pleasure.

  It was a lot to coordinate. A two-handed sensual assault on her asshole, clit and folds, and my tongue fucking her tight sex, all while I rocked my cock between her sweet cock sucking lips which was so damn distracting it was almost impossible to focus.

  It helped to be able to monitor her emotions and scent, if she started to panic for real I’d know, but so far she was taking my fat cock so easily with her mouth while being pinned down, at least to the cusp of her vibrating throat, that I suspected she’d been practicing on something for this moment while being coached by one of my mates. It was the first time I’d ever been in her sweet mouth, and she was far too good at it for her first cock sucking experience.

  She started to gag a bit as her body bucked, pulling against the ropes and padded cuffs as she came apart for me, and sprayed my face with liquid ecstasy. So I pulled out to the tip, which she sucked on mindlessly as she moaned around it.

  As she came down she said, “Don’t you dare cum in my mouth while I’m helplessly tied down and can’t resist you.”

  Something like that anyway, her mouth was stretched wide around my tip, so her words were more than a little garbled. Then the kinky minx started to swirl my tip, lick and suck. I started to rock a little faster, to her moans of scandalized thrill.

  I wasn’t going to last much longer, but I managed to get her off one more time, fingerbanging her ass with authority at that point, while I tongue fucked and stimulated her folds and clit.

  She came so hard at my slow yet insistent drives into her mouth, while pleasuring her, that her muffled cries were still extremely loud. That time however she didn’t panic, and just sucked me through it. Which is when I lost control and started to empty myself into her sweet mouth.

  She swallowed it all, not that she had a choice, it was either that or choke on it. We were both breathing hard, covered in sweat, when I pulled out of her mouth and moved around on the bed. I shocked her then, using just a tiny bit of life magic to get me over the oversensitivity to recover, and I immediately plunged my cock into the silken heat at the apex of her splayed legs.

  She let out a shocked breathy cry, “Oh goddess, he’s fucking me now.”

  Her whole body bucked as I squeezed and rolled a nipple, no doubt from the shock of sensation but also because she hadn’t seen it coming, her sexy blue eyes still blindfolded. She let out breathless shocked gasps each time I pulled back to thrust deeper into her paradise, until I was fully buried.

  She bit her lip, “I hope your happy now, Glen. Sticking your cock into my innocent pussy like that, abusing my body while I’m helpless,” she giggled and bushed furiously, “I was going to untie myself before this part.”

  At that, the ropes untied and the cuffs popped open, which of course completely shattered the illusion of reluctance and our game. Not that I minded, I was balls deep in Iris, her hot body warming and squeezing so deliciously around my sensitive cock.

  “Did Celeste really tie you up, or did you use TK?”

  She giggled, then blinked furiously at the light as her blindfold came off as her eyes adjusted to the sunlit room.

  “She did help me,” iris admitted, as her legs wrapped around my middle, and her magical fingers started to caress my chest, “That was a lot of fun.”

  I chuckled, “I enjoyed it, you’re delicious.”

  She blushed, “I liked it too. I like feeling helpless. I mean, intellectually it was just an illusion, but instinctually it hit my emotions more than I thought it would. I think a big part of that was being blinded, and not knowing when the next touch would arrive,” she squeezed around me and rolled her hips, drawing an involuntary moan from my lips.

  I took that as the signal it was, along with the fuck me look she gave me, and started to work her body in firm thrusts with a subtle up grind each time I buried it. The pleasure of her hot and snug sex sliding around mine, as she worked me back as teased me with her tingling fingers brought it up another level. As did her bouncing tits, and the look of naughty pleasure and wanton enjoyment in her light blue eyes.

  She said breathily, “The sadism and masochism in BDSM that I’ve read about online, no interest at all, but the bondage part appeals to me.”

  Her hands roamed down my body down to where we were connected, and I could feel slight vibrations on my cock as she sent them into her folds and clit. Her wide-eyed shock and panting keen of ecstasy was accompanied by her sex playing a symphony of pleasure along my cock, as she started to writhe around me, her legs closing around me like a vice.

  I literally couldn’t pull out at that point, so I adapted and ground her through her orgasm with authority, enhancing and extending it as she came apart so beautifully beneath me. The vibration added to her wild convulsions and soaking my middle was a test of my control, despite just cumming not five minutes ago.

  Her legs loosened as she came down, her heels going into my ass, and she started to pull me down into her with each stroke, even as she arched her back and rolled her hips mightily to meet mine with her own. The pleasures of her body were incredible and we were rutting.

  She panted breathily, “Don’t you dare cum. Don’t you dare, keep going, don’t you dare fill me with your hot sticky cum.”

  “Fuck, naughty wench.”

  Iris giggle-gasped, then went over with a wild panting blissful ecstasy, and after that bit of applied reverse psychology, nothing was going to stop the avalanche of pleasure that rocked my body and struck my mind. The sensations of ecstasy enhanced by her vibrating flesh, writhing pussy, and trembling body, all while she stared up at me with smug heavenly bliss, was absolutely the hardest I’d cum that day so far. I was dizzy with it, and I’d stopped breathing altogether, as the waves of pleasure and the spurts of cum as I painted her walls seemed like it may never end.

  I gasped in a shocked breath, as it finally let my body go, and my pounding heart started to recover.

  She said breathily, “Thanks for your help.”

  I laughed, which made her start giggling, and then neither of us could stop for a while. We were still chuckling, as I pulled out and pulled her against me, for a judicious amount of friendship cuddling.

  “Any other naughty thoughts that way?”

  She giggled, “A few, but the others have it covered.”

  “Tease.”

  She blushed.

  Or maybe not a tease, maybe just the shy witch making her reappearance after her naughty and kinkily depraved side had been so thoroughly sated.

  I held her for a little longer, until she signaled me with a slight squirm. Then I kissed her teasingly, and I rolled out of the bed. We cleaned up and got dressed.

  I ran into Celestine in the hallway, and took the busty platinum blonde’s hand and pulled her into the master bedroom.

  She looked both shocked and thrilled when I pulled her against me possessively, then looked into her light blue eyes for a long moment, before claiming her pouty lips.

  She looked up at me adoringly with a question in her eyes.

  I said, “We didn’t really discuss the new rules yesterday, but it seems to me random and stolen moments of affection and privacy are called for, with a sexy loving mistress I love and adore. The old hand’s off between tryst policy doesn’t make much sense, does it?” I asked as I caressed her cheek.

  She smiled widely, “I can get behind that, and I don’t think one marathon a week is going to cut it anymore. Maybe every other day, so the anticipation can build a little?”

  I grinned, “Sure, and I can tease us both with these little moments, to make it even better. I know I don’t want to keep my lips or hands off you, unless others are around, of course.”

  Celestine looked entirely enthralled in that moment, and I felt her thrilled joy which told me I’d made the right decision. Both in stealing this moment and in taking liberties and asking for a change.

  We didn’t have sex that time, just teasingly kissed and held each other, to increase our emotional intimacy and share our mutual regard and love. So she’d know I cared and she was in my thoughts. The adjustment to the schedule wouldn’t be that hard to pull off, a couple of hours every other day, and a stolen moment or two on the other days, even with four going on five mates to take care of and the rest of the coven to spend time with. I mean, I had fourteen women to keep up with, not just the nine I was slipping it to.

  She melted against me, “Coven rules will suffice, I’d imagine. I love you and will never turn away your touch and affection.”

  “Love you too.”

  It was already shaping up to be a hell of a day.

  Chapter Eight

  The remains of lunch sat on the table when Astra got all of our attention over the bond, and side conversations trailed off. It was still the same day, just a couple of hours later.

  Astra said, “It’s been forty-two hours since the last attack, two nights ago. I don’t think anyone left in Chicago wants to attack us. While that’s a good thing, it also means we won’t be doing any aggressive recruiting to our cause. The website is doing well, more and more witches and warlocks are registering and looking for others in their areas to create new covens.

  “In short, I don’t see a reason to stay here any longer, and we’ve been invited to D.C. to speak to a committee. I imagine there will be FBI, secret service, and some senators there. I don’t know if they plan to televise it, but nor do I particular care either way. As long as they don’t play games, we should cooperate.”

  Sela said, “I don’t have a home in D.C., but give me a couple of hours and I’m sure there’s a large house we can rent for a week, or however long we’ll be there. I’ll put my people on it. I’ll also make sure the jet is ready and the pilots awake and able to fly.”

  Astra replied, “Excellent. How does the future look?”

  Sela waggled her hand, “It could still go either way, so I don’t think the mission is done. Still, it’s progress, because we were definitely on the wrong path a few days ago. I think we chose the right course, to focus and encourage the positive, and just ignore the fools and cut off their path to power instead of hunting them down. It’s not an exact science, but D.C. seems like the right course to take before we return to our island home.”

  Not just those fools, but any that came after. It was a permanent solution too, not just the one that would work. Hunting down idiots… well idiots were a renewable resource, and it’d be a constant battle. A social evolution would close that path to power for all time.

  Astra nodded, “Good. We’ll also be on our own, so if more than three covens in D.C. attack we’re going to have to run for it. Hopefully it won’t be an issue.”

  Sela said, “If you all feed me a little power, I can get our two covens home before we leave without draining myself.”

  That was a good point, only two were staying here in Chicago permanently. The other two were just helping us with the mission, and I couldn’t imagine those houses were comfortable for twenty-six. Those two, and the other three back on the island, would be staying on the island for a while.

  Astra said, “Good idea. Our other two allies should be safe enough, none of them have hybrids and the only enemy covens they’ve made by helping us have already been dealt with. Let’s head there in a few hours, if that’s enough time I can let the government know we’ll be available in the morning and in the area. Anyone else have a thought?”

  Rue said, “Just wondering what they want to ask us. The government, I mean.”

  Astra shrugged, “I’m not entirely sure. We’ll find out when we get there.”

  When no one else spoke for a long moment, Astra smiled, “Okay, the rest of us need to pack and get the house ready for a long absence. I imagine Chicago will be one of our vacation destinations in the future, so we’ll be back someday.”

  We all got up to take care of that.

  I wasn’t ever one to overly examine my own thoughts and feelings, but the last six weeks had definitely brought some changes to me as a person. I did not feel like I was losing my identity or who I was, but at the same time I was definitely changing. I’d challenge any man to live in an estrogen rich environment with fourteen other women and not change. It just wasn’t possible.

  This isn’t an angst moment, I was secure in my manhood, it was just worth noting that they definitely had an influence on me. Not just living with them, but feeling all their emotions, worries, ecstasies, ambitions, and triumphs. The reverse was true too, of course, as they’d become acclimated to having a testosterone driven point of view in the intimate coven bond.

  A lot of acceptance and no judgement, at the differences. I think witches were more in touch with the nature of things, and they accepted it more easily. For instance, not even my mates asked me to open up, or to share my feelings. Of course, to be fair to the human women out there, I was sharing my feelings constantly, over the bond, whether I wanted to or not. Except not the drivers behind those feelings, they were content in leaving it be.

  The insights I had into them was still shrouded in feminine mysteries I’d never understand. Just because I could know and accept their nature didn’t mean I could feel it viscerally or even understand what drove it.

  I’m not even sure what my point really is in sharing this in this account, save I was if anything, even more confident in who I was and where I stood in things. To confuse things further, my shifter nature also informed some of those changes. Maybe I’m just not sure how to explain, nothing from my human life really compared so those humans reading this account, so I couldn’t explain it in a relatable way.

  I was content, still growing and evolving as a person, yet content. I didn’t care what anyone else thought, not even a little bit. The ladies had my back, and I had theirs. It think I’ll just move on now, since I’m not explaining it very well. Suffice it to say they were my home, and I’d found the place where I belonged in this life. No doubts, no reservations. I’d die for any and all of them, but of course I’d much prefer our enemies dying instead.