Ch 3–

 

Her words made my heart start racing in my chest. And the extra blood flow brought my cock, which had calmed down during our naming discussion, back to life with a vengeance. It rose, throbbing between us. I blushed at the obvious sign of how I’d taken her words. But I wanted to be sure she meant what it had certainly sounded like she meant. 

 

“And by ‘bond’, you mean…?” I questioned the eager bunny girl with her soot smudged eyes locked on mine. 

 

“Bond me.” She said.

 

She leaned forward and grasped my cock firmly in both her hands. 

 

She squeezed hard, eliciting a groan from my throat. I looked in surprise when my lewd exclamation was matched by hers. 

 

“It’s so hot.” She gasped, grasping and releasing me repeatedly, with a wondering expression. She bit her lip. 

 

An alarming question occurred to me. 

 

“Hey, real quick,” I said, catching her hands in mine. She relinquished my throbbing penis with pronounced reluctance. “How old are you, exactly? Just checking.” 

 

She wriggled, trying to free her hands to get at my cock. 

 

“Old.” She said, distracted. 

 

“But how old?” I pressed. Who knew what astral entities considered old. 

 

“I’ve existed longer than this world, but not as long as its sun.” She shrugged. 

 

I gasped in relief as my heart started again. 

 

She stopped. “Is that ok?” 

 

“Fine. Good, even.” I assured her. She pouted. Gods damn I liked that. I hated how much I liked that. Especially with how she pressed her tits together, like that. 

 

“So then you’ll bond me?” She asked, hopefully. 

 

I could only nod. 

 

“How do we..?” I started. 

 

My back hit the dirt, softly. I found her on top of me, with an almost alarmingly lusty expression.

 

Apparently, she’d only been letting me ‘restrain’ her, before. Now that I’d given her consent? 

 

Her warm, springtime breath hit my nostrils just before her lips smashed into mine. 

 

Her lips were indescribably soft, and full, and warm as they pressed passionately into mine. We fought for dominance, sucking and nipping at each other. 

 

She dropped her dripping pussy onto my cock and dragged herself along my length, moaning adorably into my mouth. 

 

My hands pressed into her back, running all over her, exploring and finding everything very, very much to my liking. I slid my hands down to her ass and boldly grabbed two handfuls of her gloriously fat and shockingly athletic cheeks in my hands and kneaded them for all I was worth. 

 

She broke our kiss, staring at me with glazed, sultry eyes. 

 

“You like that?” She asked, flexing her ass cheeks in my hands. 

 

I pulled her hips down harder on mine and ground into her, getting an open mouthed moan for my troubles. 

 

“I like all of you.” I said honestly. 

 

She went very red, but leaned in and whispered in my ear challengingly. 

 

“Then make me yours.” 

 

I grinned and popped my hips up, flipping her over to the side and rolling on top of her in one motion. 

 

She gasped, looking delighted. 

 

I pulled back, barely able to wait a second longer. I grasped my cock and slapped it on her sopping, drooling pussy. 

 

“Do you want me inside you, Lucy?” I asked. 

 

She nodded, panting open mouthed, as she stared up at me with naked desire. 

 

“Then say yes.” I ordered her. 

 

“Yes!” She gasped. 

 

I reached two fingers to caress her sex and then spread her delicate lips before slowly pressing my cock into her opening. The head slipped in. 

 

She was a very, very tight fit. 

 

She gasped a little, her eyes going wide. 

 

I pulled back. 

 

“You ok?” I asked, gently. 

 

“Don’t STOP?!” She begged, looking at me like I was mad. She pulled at my hips plaintively. 

 

I smiled and leaned down and kissed her again, softer and more tender. 

 

She moaned but broke the kiss. 

 

“Pleaaaaaase.” She whined. 

 

I grinned and realigned my cock with her and slowly pressed in. 

 

Her pussy was hot, silky, and absolutely gushing wet. 

 

Her strong legs wrapped around my back, and squeezed hard. 

 

I slammed home into her, our hips crashing together with a meaty slap. 

 

Our moans mixed together in an erotic duet that echoed through the empty clearing. 

 

We held each other, as tight as we could, gasping and moaning into each other's necks. 

 

Her pussy spasmed around me, sending oceanic waves of pleasure through me. 

 

The way she clung to me and shuddered, I thought she might be having a good time too. 

 

“Do you like that, Lucy?” I demanded in her ear, breathlessly. 

 

“Mmhmm. Mmhhmm.” She nodded frantically, seeming unable to do much more than cling to me and squeeze. 

 

Her pussy did the same, contracting around me again, deliciously. 

 

“More.” She managed to gasp out. She opened her eyes and gave me a look of longing and devotion that I dully noted might’ve scared me a bit if I hadn’t been so comprehensively all-in. 

 

I pulled back, struggling a little against her legs, which were still trying to pull me deeper inside her. But I managed to free myself enough to pull about half way out. Her strength reasserted itself, and she greedily pulled my hips smacking back into hers, and I curled to drive myself as deep inside her heavenly depths as possible. 

 

“More!” She demanded, immediately. 

 

Again, I wrestled myself free, this time getting nearly all the way out of her, before she slammed me back into her. 

 

Again, I ground my hips into her, desperately needing to be closer to her. I pulled free of her embrace, and wrenched her legs from behind me, settled them on my shoulders, and gently but firmly pushed her back until her knees were tight against the sides of her ribs. 

 

She was flexible and strong. I reveled in how her smooth, powerful legs opened for me. 

 

She let me move her around like she was in a dream, gazing into my eyes with excited longing.

 

I pulled all the way back, freeing myself from her clinging legs and slammed back down into her. She grinned, eyes closed with total satisfaction. 

 

Pleasure surged through me. 

 

I did it again, admiring how her perfect, big titties bounced with each thrust.  

 

I pounded into her faster, starting a steady, insistent rhythm, panting as we picked up speed. 

 

“Yes, I like that.” She moaned, gazing up at me as she gasped and whined. “Bond me. Please, bond me. I want to be yours! Please, please, yes, yes, harder! Eir, take me!” 

 

With each word of encouragement, I thrust faster and harder into her, squeezing her breasts each in turn and then bringing them to my lips to taste. My tongue swirled around her swelling, sensitive nipples. She grabbed my head and held me to her chest, making loud and obscene noises of appreciation. 

 

I sucked her titty into my mouth and bit gently around her sensitive peak as I caressed her side with a firm, eager touch. Her warm, smooth skin sweating beneath my fingers set every nerve in my body tingling.

 

She went wild, nearly screaming, trying to thrust up to match my plunging with shameless abandon. 

 

“Eir!!” She screamed, before spasming uncontrollably. 

 

Her pussy squeezed me hard over and over and I felt two tiny splashes of scalding hot liquid lust hit my hips from her gushing pussy. 

 

She whined pitifully, her legs trembling like she was being electrocuted. Her mouth hung open, lost in senseless pleasure. 

 

“Good girl, Lucy!” I growled in her face. 

 

Her eyes went wide, as she struggled to focus on me. 

 

A theory presented itself in my head.

 

“You’re being such a good girl for me, baby. You’re so pretty, cumming so wet on my cock. You made such a lovely little mess for me.” I snarled. She gasped, nodding obediently and lapping up the praise I offered. Her hot pussy clenched around me, and her legs trembled on my shoulders. 

 

I smiled to myself. Of course the girl who’d wanted to be named ‘my perfect cumslut’ would have a particular kind of praise kink. 

 

I was more than happy to indulge her. 

 

“Your sloppy little pussy feels so good squeezing my big cock while I use you.” I purred into her ear, propped up on an elbow and running a hand through her lush auburn locks as I praised my familiar. “You’re the perfect little slut, aren’t you?” 

 

She was a shade taller than me, standing up. But with her folded up beneath me, with her long legs splayed welcoming for me, it was easy to make her feel small.

 

She lapped it up, with growing excitement and glittering eyes wide and doe-like staring up at me. 

 

“I am!” She whimpered, nodding frantically. “I am!” 

 

“You want to be my slut, don’t you, Lucy?” I murmured to her, pressing our breasts together, and pinning her with my weight. 

 

“I do!” She gasped. “I want to be your good fuck-slut! Please! I’ll be so good for you! I’ll always be so good for you and your perfect cock! Uuuuuhhhhhggggggg!! Take!! Uuughhhhhh! Me! Ahhhhuuuuuhhhhh!!” 

 

She shuddered again, tiny orgasms rippling through her like tremors in the earth. She kept her eyes locked on mine, inches away, through it all. Her breasts heaved as she desperately tried to fuel the feverish ecstasy she was enduring. But she wouldn’t break away from me. 

 

My own pleasure was building rapidly. The urgent spasm of her pussy, her delicious warmth and we sweat on each other, the smell of her breath hitting my face with each frantic thrust all combining into an inferno of pressure like a dam on a volcano. 

 

“Do it.” She gasped. She was panting, and I was dripping sweat from my desperate thrusting. 

 

Thrusting was new to me, and I was finding it a lot more strenuous than I would’ve expected. 

 

But I couldn't stop. I couldn't slow down and catch my breath. I pressed myself to fuck her faster. Harder. Deeper, grinding my hips into her, dragging my cock around to stir and stretch her even more. I wanted– I needed– to find her greatest pleasures. I needed to explore every single way I could coax those sounds from her. How I could make her make those faces that set my blood on fire. 

 

“Do it.” She said.

 

I locked my bleary eyes back on her, and her eyes were sharp and intense again. She panted and moaned, but her expression was serious, intense. Solemn. 

 

“Make me your offering. I’ll accept. I want this. I want you. Give it to me. Give it to me, Eir. I’m ready.” 

 

It was too much for me. 

 

I felt pleasure flood my body from the ends of every hair all the way to the tips of my fingers and toes. 

 

Something deep in my hips clenched violently. 

 

I erupted into her, pumping hot semen into her deepest place, over and over. 

 

I groaned into her face, as she squeezed me for all she was worth. I struggled to maintain eye contact, but it suddenly felt incredibly important. 

 

My whole body spasmed, as I pumped thick, hot cum into her, filling her, claiming her. 

 

I laid my offering deep inside her. And I felt and saw her accept it. 

 

I felt the moment our bond was forged. It snapped into place, somewhere deep in our souls. We were connected on a deeper, more intimate, more vulnerable level than I could’ve imagined. And it was bliss. 

 

A sharp burning sensation seared into my shoulder, startling me. 

 

I twisted to look, and a magical tattoo had burned itself into my right arm. It was simple. Just a little black diamond shape. But deeper and blacker than any normal ink could achieve. 

 

Lucy ran a finger over it, lovingly. To my surprise, it didn’t hurt, merely tingling warmly. 

 

“We’re connected now.” She murmured. 

 

I smiled, and she matched me with her little lopsided grin. 

 

One final spurt of cum wrung itself out of my spent body and I collapsed on top of her. Utterly exhausted. 

 

I felt like my body weighed a thousand pounds. For a long time, the only sound between us was our heavy, labored, satisfied breathing. 

 

Our chests expanded and collapsed together, as one. Deeper. Slower. 

 

Gradually, we caught our breath. 

 

We held on tight. 

 

I was still buried in her, and felt no desire to leave, maybe ever. 

 

She obviously agreed, lazily wrapping a powerful leg around me, possessively. 

 

She reached around and gave my ass a squeeze, murmuring happily to herself. 

 

Her pussy twitched, and I moaned, involuntarily pushing into her. 

 

I could feel her smile, pleased. 

 

I took a moment and looked inward to my Animus. 

 

Familiar Bond: (1/1) Lucy: Wind Runner. 

 

I felt the trickle of effort to keep her summon going. It wore away at my Spirit like I was carrying an extra weight on my soul.

 

I didn’t have much experience estimating, but it felt like, if I ran myself completely empty, I could keep her around for another quarter of an hour, give or take a few minutes.  

 

Which I probably shouldn’t. 

 

I stirred. 

 

Lucy pulled me back down onto and into her, and shook her head firmly. Her eyes were closed and she had a big smile on her beautiful features. 

 

I laughed and settled back down, propping my head up and stroking her hair with the other. 

 

She hummed happily. Her rabbit ears bounced gently, in what I interpreted as pleasure. 

 

She really was stunning. 

 

I snorted inwardly.

 

The girl you just finished pumping full of cum, and are still inside of, is attractive? Who would’ve guessed. But damn. The way her cheeks dimpled when she made that little half grin, half smirk. 

 

“What?” She asked, as she basked in her afterglow. 

 

“Just thinking how beautiful you are.” I said. 

 

She popped her eyes open and beamed. 

 

The quip I had planned died in the sunlight of her happiness. 

 

I leaned down and kissed her. 

 

Whereas our former kisses had been passionate, intense, almost violent, these were gentle. No less passion, but full of tenderness. And a comfortable feel that hadn’t existed before. 

 

We kissed for a long couple of minutes as the sun climbed. It started warming my back and I thought it must be sometime in the afternoon. 

 

“I’m going to run out of mana soon.” I whispered into her lips, at last. 

 

She winced. “I know, I’m expensive for you right now.” 

 

I chuckled. “I would say that you’re extremely valuable. With that in mind, I’d say you’re actually quite underpriced.” 

 

She blushed, her cheeks dimpling as she suppressed a huge grin. 

 

“Oh my gods, I love when you do that.” I gasped, poking her adorable cheeks, then following up with a rain of kisses.

 

She giggled and squirmed happily under my affection, twisting to and fro to make sure both of her cheeks got equal attention.

 

Low mana was really starting to get to me. 

 

“I feel like I have a boulder in my brain.” I admitted. “I have to dismiss you.” 

 

She clung to me, saying something I couldn’t discern into my shoulder. 

 

“What?” I asked. 

 

“Summon me again.” She whispered. “Promise.” 

 

“Of course?!” I genuinely didn’t understand. “How could I not, with the bond we just forged. I mean, I don’t know what it felt like for you, but I think we are locked for life.” 

 

She shook her head. “Unless one of us undoes the bond. You could undo it, and get a new familiar if… if you wanted to try and get a better one.” 

 

I was shocked. The idea was so profoundly repellent to me, I didn’t know how to respond. 

 

“It would be smart.” She went on, trying to sound reasonable but obviously upset. “You have a very open-ended summoning skill. You could get someone very powerful. I’m certain lots of my kind would answer your call, given the chance. I would understand. If you want—“

 

I slapped one finger into her lips. She looked up at me startled. 

 

“Listen carefully, cause I’m only saying this once.” I said, sternly. “I do not want to reroll you. No matter what happens with the rest of my development, no matter what other kinds of familiars I could have. Or might have in addition to you. I don't want to, and will not want to, replace you.” 

 

I removed my finger. She looked stunned. 

 

“If you want to break the bond,” I went on, “you can. I’ll get it. I can be a lot sometimes. And I’m sure you’ve got as many options as I do, with all the worlds out there. But let me be completely clear.” 

 

I leaned in and made sure I had her eyes. 

 

“I want you with me, long term.” I said. 

 

I felt relieved. I hadn’t realized this was a concern, but now that it was out in the open, and I’d said what I felt, I knew in my absolute bones that it was true. 

 

I had fallen for Lucy. 

 

I didn’t care if ‘Wind Runner’ was the worst kind of familiar of all time. 

 

She beamed at me.

 

Damn it. Adorable. 

 

I did not want to dismiss her. But I was starting to smell a hint of blood in my nose.

 

“I’ll always answer when you call me.” She promised. 

 

“Good.” I said, unable to contain the huge grin that spread across my dumb face. “I will call you soon.” 

 

I gave her what I hoped was a roguish wink, and dismissed her. 

 

She vanished in a flock of verdant green sparks that evaporated in all directions. 

 

My little diamond tattoo glowed warm, like a dark ember on my skin, then settled into a barely noticeable warmth. 

 

I flopped onto my back. Still smiling. And naked. 

 

I really needed a wash.