Power Mage 3
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“In for a penny, in for a pounding is more like it,” Nina said.
They’re right, Brawley thought. He’d been taking it too easy, treating Callie like a kid when she was a grown woman. A woman who’d made her choice and was waiting for it, wanting it. Treating her as anything else would be bullshit.
He pushed firmly forward, bearing down, and his head spread her outer folds.
“Oh!” Callie cried, and her eyes bulged.
He paused there, waiting.
“Keep going,” Callie said.
He leaned down and kissed her slowly and passionately, muffling her whimpers as an inch of his massive erection entered her.
Callie’s arms hugged him tightly. After a few seconds, she gave him a squeeze, broke their kiss, and whispered, “Wait a moment, please.”
She lay there for several seconds, her slick channel tight around him, breathing through the pain. “Okay,” she said, and started kissing him again.
In this manner, pressing and pausing, kissing and coaxing, they joined. He filled the lovely cat girl inch by inch, spreading her to her limits, and though the experience was hurting her, he could feel pleasure and adoration coming off her in waves.
The other girls were kindly attentive, stroking and cooing and occasionally darting in to plant a soft kiss on Brawley or his bride.
Other than these light and supportive gestures, his wives did not get involved. Despite their constant closeness, they were giving Callie her moment, and that only made Brawley love them more.
Finally, Callie stopped him and smiled. “I think I’m full. I don’t think I can fit any more. Not yet.”
“All right, darlin,” Brawley said, and planted a soft kiss on her forehead.
Pushing up, he looked down at their union. Several inches—perhaps half his length—was buried in her swollen mound. The rest of him was purple and corrugated with bulging veins, her opening tight as a tourniquet around his tremendous girth.
Suddenly, Callie started laughing. It was reckless and wild and happy, as if she’d been holding it in for a long, long time. Perhaps days, weeks, or even years. Perhaps her whole life.
Brawley grinned down at her. “Don’t snap on me now, darlin.”
“I’m just so happy,” Callie said.
“Yeah?” he said, and drew his hips back a little, pulling a few inches from her. He craned his neck and let a drop of saliva fall. It splatted against the swollen nub of her inflamed clitoris, which he began to stroke with his fingertips.
Callie’s lashes fluttered. “Yes,” she said. She pushed his hands away and squeezed his ass, urging him to plunge back into her. “Now give that back.”
Brawley slid in and out.
“Oh,” Callie moaned, her eyes fluttering shut. “Yes.”
He pumped away with short strokes, in and out, in and out, resisting the demands of the primordial beast rising within him—take her, take her, take her—but giving Callie everything she could handle without breaking the poor girl in half.
Impaled beneath him, Callie writhed and whimpered and panted. Her eyes were glazed, and her cheeks were flushed. She turned her head side to side like a girl in the throes of a high fever.
Her body tensed, quivering.
Sensing Callie’s impending climax, Brawley yanked the blinders from his own excitement. A second later, he too was toeing the edge of bliss.
Brawley felt a rush of powerful affection for this lovely Bestial. His past concerns were gone forever, obliterated by this moment and by Callie’s beauty, bravery, and adoration.
She had crossed the state to find him, had saved Remi’s life, and would do anything, he knew, to protect him and his women. All this, and she wanted his seed, wanted him to breed her, wanted to bear his children, whom she would attentively mother and defend with her dying breath.
And as his pleasure escalated toward the point of no return, he understood the truth. He loved this quirky cat girl, and she loved him. It didn’t matter that she had until this moment been a virgin or that she had, in fact, never even kissed someone until her lips touched the head of his cock.
Callie’s love was not girlish infatuation. It was true and all-consuming and would not change. She would kill or die for him and their children.
“What’s happening, Brawley?” Callie cried. “It feels so amazing.”
The moment of bonding was upon them.
Heat and vigor glowed in his manhood, his aching balls, his entire pelvic region.
Callie gasped with surprise, feeling it. Her sex contracted around him. Warmth spread euphorically through them, connecting their psychic energies. “I can feel you,” she panted, moving against him. “All of you.”
He nodded and kissed her, feeling the blissful heat spreading through her lithe body. The energy binding them sizzled, filling them with power and glory and adoration.
Brawley barked laughter, loving the look of incredulity on Callie’s beautiful face.
She was his woman. His and his alone. Forever and ever, amen. And woe to he who wished her harm.
Callie whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut in an agony of pleasure and anticipation.
There were no lines between their ecstasy. Hers was his; his was hers.
Then, that mutual pleasure exploded, and supernatural energy burst from the point of their pulsing union, raced up their intertwined bodies, and flooded their conjoined minds.
“Oh Brawley,” Callie gasped, hugging him tight. “I’m going to…” Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper inside her.
Lightning cracked within their minds, filling their heads with bright green light. Twin bolts of sizzling green lightning burst from their skulls and braided together, completing the circuit, and the lovers were impaled upon a rushing river of psionic force that bonded them as one… and more.
For as they embraced, crying out in wild ecstasy and rutting like beasts, bolts of sparking green light shot away to plunge into the skulls of the other women, who cried out in simultaneous orgasm, as they, too, bonded with Callie. The web of lightning between them throbbed, shot through with the red, yellow, and pink force the women had given to this family.
Brawley could feel them all—Callie, Nina, Sage, and Remi—just as surely as he could feel himself, and for a moment, there was nothing in this world save for the supercharged braid of their bonding, the five of them joining forever in joy and love, lust and power.
“Yes!” Callie warbled, thrashing with orgasm and soaking Brawley with her essence, the blood of her innocence, and her total surrender.
Simultaneously, the other women popped off, completely overwhelmed, and showered the couple with their own juices.
Brawley roared and exploded, shooting jets of hot cum deep inside his new bride, filling her tender womb with his potent seed.
Callie screamed with passion, then clamped her teeth down on his collarbone and scratched deep furrows across his back.
Reflexively, Brawley jerked, jamming his manhood deeper inside her, and came again, instantly triggering an eruption of shared orgasm in all four of his women.
They shuddered as one, the powerful climax ebbing away, and the crackling latticework of colorful lightning split apart. Separate strands, pure again yet more powerful than ever, whipped away into the women, and a four-colored bolt slammed down into Brawley, electrifying his mind, body, and soul.
His psi score rocketed to a staggering 206 points.
Nina, Sage, and Remi crawled into bed then, everyone kissing and caressing and mumbling in happy whispers as the flesh of their trembling bodies embraced in a wordless conversation that was acceptance and congratulations, deep fondness and eternal commitment.
Brawley hauled Callie into his arms and kissed her head and told her that he loved her, a sentiment quickly echoed by all the girls, each to the others and all to him.
But then, suddenly, everything changed.
Something was happening to Brawley. Happening inside him.
Instead of ebbing away, the crackling force with h
is body burned brighter, filling him, changing him.
That’s what he felt most profoundly. The sense of change. The sense of being changed.
His heart pounded. His lungs heaved. His flesh burned. His bones vibrated, glowing.
The dominant primordial beast that had been clamoring within him since he’d cracked his first strand now roared triumphantly.
Callie’s eyes shot wide with understanding. “Get outside, Brawley!” she shouted frantically. “You’ve unleashed your beast! You’re shifting!”
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