The Chimera Summoner – ch 2 – <3 <3<3

Ch 2 -

The canopy didn’t answer either my initial outburst, nor the hissed stream of demands, interrogations, bargains or pleading that immediately followed.

I looked down again at the impossible addition to my body. It bobbed with my movement. I grasped it, instinctively.

A loud, lewd moan ripped itself out of my chest.

It was the kind of moan that I had rarely drawn out of myself in my regular self pleasuring career. On such occasions, I had sensibly muffled it with a pillow or the like. The few girls I had been with had never managed to elicit such a noise from me.

I whipped my head around in the few directions that could’ve contained a person, in my secluded little den in the woods. I’d never once been disturbed here before, having had the sense never to bring anyone else here. But I didn’t want this to be the first time I was caught unawares.

The woods were empty.

I stared back accusingly at my now throbbing member.

What the fuck?

Hesitantly, I grasped it again.

To umm… test to see if it was real. Not because of the jolt of pleasure that rippled out deliciously over my whole body, smoothing my thoughts into happy, stupid delight.

I stroked my length, gripping my shaft more firmly. I was thick, I thought. I could just barely get my fingers closed around the thing.

I added another on top, and whined with satisfaction as my cock somehow felt even better.

I dropped into the soft earth with its long crushed pine freshness.

Everything seemed to add to my arousal. The heat of the fire. The earth beneath my bare skin.

I’d played with myself here in the woods plenty of times in the past. But only under the relative cover of darkness. And I’d never been much of a moaner– especially on my own?!

Now, I found slutty little mews of pleasure rippling out of my throat, like I was going into heat. Each lewd noise I wrung out of myself turned me on. Imagining another woman moaning like that around my cock.

My cock?!

I squeezed my shaft hard with both hands, enjoying the urgent, feral groaning I made in response, and the hot, pulsing pleasure that coursed down my legs from my new toy.

My cock was producing some lubrication, but not as much as I was used to.  I spat viciously on my hand, bringing the other to my lips to taste my natural lubricant. The salty, musky flavor made me feel slutty and wild. Like an acolyte of a sex goddess frolicking in the woods, unburdened by cares beyond pleasure.

The thought turned me on even more.

I finally sucked my fingers clean, and moved that hand to squeeze my breasts in turn. I had always regarded them as a delightful handful, and the girls I had been with had always been appreciative of them.

Now, I was the lucky girl getting to handle them.

Squeezing sent heat coursing over my chest. I pinched a nipple and nearly screamed, pumping myself and pinching harder, before kneading them powerfully over and over as I stroked.

I sat up and spat on myself, enjoying the brief warmth of my saliva, before laying back and pumping myself. I humped my cock into my hands, my hips coming off the ground in my abject desperation to increase my pleasure.

“Yes, that’s it baby.” I groaned to myself. “GET Harder …HARDER…!”

My cock obeyed, swelling hot and throbbing. I needed more. I added my second hand and immediately bucked as my pleasure multiplied.

I felt something building in me. Pressure increasing, tantalizing me with greater bliss.

“Good girl, baby.” I growled at myself. “Fucking cum. Fucking pump your big perfect cock just like that. Uuuuhhhhnnnnnn!”

I squeeze my eyes shut tight and bit my lip, just barely constraining my feral scream of victory to a long, high pitched moan.

My cock, feeling hot as lava, erupted, showering my stomach, breasts, and face in copious amounts of hot liquid.

I pumped for all I was worth with both hands, ungraceful, uncoordinated. I had no technique, but lots and lots of enthusiasm.

The scalding hot semen kept spurting out of me in great globs. Some landed on my lips and I feverishly slurped it up.

“Good girl.” I snarled, “Make a big fucking mess. Aahhhhhhggg!”

I held myself, my whole body contracting. A thin sheen of sweat was covering my body as I held on to my cock for dear life as the last thick globs of cum leaked out over my hands, like a hot drizzling fountain.

I collapsed flat on the forest floor, hands limply grasping my still twitching weapon.

My mind was full of thrumming, primal satisfaction.

I could feel cum slowly oozing down my curves, pooling between my heaving tits and ALL over my groin.

I felt irrationally proud of how much I’d produced.

If I was going to be a sperm producing person now, I reasoned, I’d like it to be a lot. Just like I was pleased with my size. Not massive enough to be unwieldy or painful. But thick and long enough to get both my hands on it comfortably.

I squeezed my new friend, eliciting a tired pulse of pleasure.

Birds chirped.

Yellow sunlight filtered green and gold through the pines.

My little fire crackled.

Without getting up, I fished my kettle off, and lobbed a log, haphazardly on the flames.

I felt intoxicated. Hot. Almost delirious, and weightless as I basked like some forgotten sex goddess in the woods.

In the woods.

My eyes snapped open and glared around the forest, daring someone to intrude on my privacy.

My cheeks absolutely blazed as I realized what they’d be seeing if they did.

A girl, completely naked, with a softening cock in her hands, and absolutely covered in sticky cum.

There was no sign of anyone, and I mentally sighed in relief.

I had not been quiet.

Though with the noises I had been making, any passerby would have known not to interrupt. Unless they were a pervert.

I sniffed haughtily. Yeah. They’d be the one being weird, if they stumbled upon my escapade.

I wandered around my campsite, fetching tea leaves and a mug from their various hide-y holes, and absently running my hands over my cum glazed body. It felt delicious.

Curiously, I slipped a finger in my mouth. The taste made my cock stir dangerously, so I reluctantly stopped.

I had more to do this morning than pump every ounce of cum that I could out of myself.

Oh right. Today is the biggest day of my life.

People are going to be expecting to hear the results. Especially Wally. Especially after my rather abrupt exit from the church.

I needed to get a handle on what my class was, outside of having granted me a new weapon.

I looked inward to my Animus and studied my first skill.

[Familiar bond]: summon a (random) willing astral entity to be your familiar. Bonds available: (1).

I inquired as to how to do the initial summons.

Summoning materials: Chaos’ circle, Mana, warm semen offering.

I stared at the last item.

If I ever got a hold of chaos, I would….

Would what? She’s a deep primordial. You’re level one.

I scooped some cum from my belly. Still warm, by my count. My instincts told me it was still good.

I’d always heard about the innate understanding that skills came with. But it was odd to feel it for myself.

With a stick, I quickly drew out chaos’ circle in the soft earth I’d recently writhed upon in ecstasy.

It wasn’t a complicated circle, and again, I knew it as if by heart.

I stood above it, semen pooled in my hands. I started pouring mana into it, and the lines lit up in a dull glow.

My cum grew hot in my hands and I poured it into the center of the circle and stood back.

The circle ate a quarter of my Mana and I felt it like mental strain, social exhaustion, and decision fatigue rolled into one.

It ate half my Mana. The feeling increased.

It ate three quarters. I felt the novel sensation of my own soul forcing stamina through it. It felt a bit like using a hitherto unused muscle. Weak.

I pushed myself harder, wringing the necessary magic out of myself with a grunt.

The circle reached full brightness and lifted from the ground, forming a glowing orb that hung in the air like molten gold.

I stepped back as a breeze waltzed around my little camp.

The orb spun.

Elongated.

Slowly twisting until it became a humanoid form. A feminine form. A busty, feminine form.

I panicked.

I had been expecting some kind of monster. A wolf. An owl. A bear.

The last thing I’d expected was to be confronted with a beautiful girl?!

I stood in just my skin, covered in my own sticky cum, but for the handful used for the summons.

I dashed about, snatching up my scattered, dirty clothes.

I felt her enter the world. My mana loss slowed to a steady trickle.

I turned, covering my body with my dirty laundry, not having had time to put anything on.

Her feet touched the ground with the grace of an aerial artist finishing a routine. She hovered for a moment, then dropped to the ground.

She was tall. Maybe an inch taller than myself, and that was rare for me when it came to other girls.

And she, like myself, was completely nude.

She shook her auburn hair, that fell just over her shoulders, out of her face.

The movement also sent her breasts into a mesmerizing little jiggle. A big jiggle, I should say. I stared, slack jawed as they stopped moving a full second after the rest of her.

“Oh!” She said, looking surprised. She examined herself, twisting to and fro with a curious air.

As she did, I was able to drag my eyes high enough to realize she was not quite human.

Instead, from her glossy red-brown locks, two rabbit ears flopped, tilting and wagging as she twisted to try and get a good view of herself.

She caught my eye, over her shoulders, and shot me a dazzling, slightly lopsided, grin.

“Hey there, master.” She winked, and gave her perky rump a little shake.

I hastily snapped my agape jaw closed.

“Oh um hey hi hello. Yes. Good. You’re, um. You’re here.” I said, in a cool, dignified, smooth way.

“Yes, master.” She turned and stuck her hands on her hips, which she cocked to the side, appearing totally comfortable  displaying herself to me. If anything, she seemed trying to showcase herself. “It’s nice to meet you! I’ve been waiting a long time for you to call.”

She pouted. I hated when girls pouted at me.

Except I didn’t. I realized just now in this moment that I actually loved it when this particular girl pouted her plump lips at me and the way her ears flopped to one side when she did.

“You have?!” I squeaked.

She’d been waiting??

“Oh yes, master.” She nodded brightly. “Well…” she looked sheepish. For a rabbit. “Not for you specifically. Sorry. I just don’t want to lie. Truthfulness is a cornerstone of good relationships, master.”

“You don’t have to call me that.” I said waving my hands, before snapping the held clothes back over my body.

She’d seen, though.

Her eyes raked down me like she wanted to rip the clothes out of my hands. She settled her gaze firmly on my crotch.

Where my new friend was having an unfortunately obvious reaction to the bombshell of a woman in front of me.

She crossed the gap between us. I raised my hands in front of me defensively, only for her to catch my hands effortlessly, letting the clothes tumbling to the ground, and press my hands into her soft, plush, chest.

“What do you want me to call you?” She purred.

Brain not work. Brain like touch big tiddies. Big tiddy soft.

I involuntarily squeezed the generous handfuls she was pressing into my palms. Her eyes blinked slowly, as she just gazed at me...!

She went on, “Should I call you ‘mistress?’, or ‘madam’, or maybe ‘summoner’? That’s a little formal. Maybe ‘daddy’?”

I squirmed as each suggestion that fell from her lips crawled into my ears and set about burning the place to the ground.

I struggled to formulate a response.

My cock did not.

It rose between our naked bodies full and ready. We were so close, my shaft got caught between her soft thighs.

Her eyes went wide, flicking down, and back up with excitement. Hunger.

“Oh! Are you ready to make me another offering already?!” She gushed. “So generous!”

She parted her legs just enough to let my cock slap up into her pussy.

She gave a tiny, adorable, “uhh!”

I stepped back.

“Sorry!”

She followed eagerly. Still clutching my hands to her chest like they were precious treasures.

“What’s wrong, mistress!?”

“Don’t call me—“

“What’s wrong, daddy?!”

I tripped and fell on my back.

She grinned her little lopsided grin, now full of mischief, and made a big show of falling along and landed full body on top of me.

"Oh noooo!" She sang.

Then she quickly adjusted herself so that her pussy was more firmly nestled against my cock, now trapped vertically between us.

The feeling of her softness pressing against me almost made me go feral again.

I took a deep breath.

“Eir.” I said. Taking her hand off my left titty, where it had conveniently landed and squeezed. I shook her hand awkwardly.

“Ohhhhh a naaaame!!” She said with awe. “Air!”

"Eir." I nodded. "Uhhh with an 'E' not an 'A'. It's not important. Pronounced the same as air. Nevermind."

She sighed, looking longingly up into my eyes. She looked so sweet I almost could ignore her steadily grinding her pussy on my cock. She had begun to drip molten hot pussy juice along my length.

I gasped for air.

“I’ve always wanted one. One of the big reasons I accepted your call, honestly.  Are they hard to get?!” She went on.

That stopped me.

“Wait you don’t have a name?!” I asked.

“Not yet!” She said, brightly. “But together, we can achieve great things!”

She leaning forward, dragging her indescribably soft body up along mine and…!

Booped her nose into my nose.

Then she burst out laughing, clinging to me tightly.

“Ohhhhh!” She squealed into my cleavage. “We are going to be great together! I can tell. I’ve got a good sense for these things. Even though I haven’t done this before. I can tell I have a good sense for these things!”

She paused.

“And a good sense of how good my sense of things is!” She added, and then plopped her head down on my chest, seemingly satisfied.

I shook my head, slightly shell-shocked at the speed the woman was moving at.

“Do you… want a name?” I asked, hesitantly.

Her head shot off my chest, as she propped her upper body up with her hands beside my head. She stared down at me intensely.

“Do you have one?” She demanded. “An extra.” She clarified quickly. “Not the one that’s yours. One that you could give me? I’ll trade! Uhhh I don’t have stuff, I’m new here. Mmmmmm.”

She twisted a long ear in her hand thinking hard, insistently grinding her increasingly wet pussy into my cock, all the while.

“I’ll traaade…?” She mused, twisting one long rabbit ear in her hand.

I grabbed her shoulders. She looked at me, like she was startled. I was still there.

“You don’t have to trade.” I said firmly. “You can have a name for free. Everyone deserves one, and I can just give you a name. Or what am I saying? You can choose one for yourself.”

Her eyes widened and widened. “For FREE?!” She asked. There was such hope in her eyes that my heart aches.

“Yeah, of course.” I said, “You’ve got to have one, in this world. I’ll think…Or do you have one in mind…?”

She suddenly looked self conscious for the first time I’d seen. She looked down shyly, and nervously tucked her hair behind one ear, letting me see that she did, in fact, have regular human looking ears too.

“What is it?” I asked, encouraging her.

She squeezed her eyes tight.

“Come on.” I coaxed. Hesitantly, I wrapped my arms around her and stroked her back a little.

She melted into me with a huge sigh.

“Ohhhh!” She moaned. “I like when you touch me.”

I ran my fingertips up her spine, and was rewarded with a very pleasant shiver from the gorgeous woman on top of me.

“Did you have a name in mind?” I reminded her.

She seemed ready to curl up and be petted forever.

She rested her squishy cheek against my chest.

“Mmfngjmm” she mumbled into my cleavage.

“Come again?” I prompted, amusement tinging my voice.

She lifted up a little. “I’ve always wanted to be called… ‘my little cumslut.”

I nearly choked, then let out a laugh straight from my chest.

She bounded off of me, standing straight in a flash, arms held out placating.

I rose with her.

“I know!” She explained hastily. “I’m not greedy. It doesn’t have to be that. It can be something more common. Babe? Honey?” She trailed off, looking wistfully at the sky. “Sweetheart?”

She looked genuinely worried, and I stopped laughing.

“What?” She asked. “I don’t mind starting with something basic. We’ll upgrade all our gear as we go.”

I nodded, starting to understand her mindset.

“Names aren’t like equipment or tools or weapons.” I explained. “It’s… it’s who you are. How you’re known. The things you said aren’t really names.”

“They are too!” She insisted, suddenly close again, and talking in my face. Her breath was sweet and springy. “That's what people call people they love! And that’s what I want!”

That sobered me up.

I wrapped my arms around the vulnerable rabbit girl and squeezed her tight.

“Now I get it.” I said soothingly.

Once again, seemingly in spite of herself, she melted into my arms, eagerly nuzzling herself closer against me.

“You want a name that will be spoken with love by the people you care about.” I murmured. “Is that right?”

She nodded fiercely, clinging to me.

“Yeah.” I sighed. “Me too. Really people collect lots of names over time. Son, daughter, father, mother, friend, colleague. These are all kinds of relationships. But your name. The word that just means you. You yourself. That should be good too. Because you are good.”

Her bottom lip trembled, and she bit it. It was… extremely corny. The exact kind of bullshit I would roll my eyes at. But gods damn it, when she did it, it made my heart glow.

“Come and sit with me, pretty lady.” I said, wrapping an arm around her waist and leading her to sit with me by the fire.

We sat and talked for hours. We talked about the world. She was very interested in what kind of world she’d found herself in. We talked about me. She wanted to know everything she could about who she was potentially bonding with.

I asked about her, but her answers about existence in the astral were incomprehensible to bewildering at best. Getting to know her would be a lot of work.

All the while, I’d list names as they occurred to me, and what I knew about each one. She knew that she wanted a feminine name immediately, after I’d meandered my way through an explanation of the concept of gender. I nodded and filtered my suggestions.

She could always change her mind later, I tried to impress upon her. But she still felt determined to get it right on the first try.

In the end, we just sat next to the fire, staring at the glowing embers and the warmth of my last log.

She whispered a name.

I lifted my head to peer at her. Her expression was serene, and satisfied. She looked peaceful.

“Looks like you’ve got it.” I said.

She looked hopefully at me.

“I can have it?” She asked, with a hint of pleading.

“You don’t need my permission.” I laughed. “Usually people get named. But plenty of people name, or rename themselves.”

She frowned. “I can name myself.”

“Right.” I nodded.

“But if I wanted you to name me?” She said, feather soft.

She looked at me with such unguarded hope and longing that it bypassed my ability to refuse.

“I would be honored to name you.” I said, smiling warmly.

With a spark of inspiration, I rubbed a thumb through a little warm ash.

“Kneel.” I said.

She complied instantly, and I joined her on my knees facing her.

“Close your eyes.” I said.

She closed them, expectantly.

I ran my ashed thumb across her face in a smooth straight line.

“Awaken anew with a new name.” I intoned, suddenly feeling the gravity of the situation, and wondering the repercussions of naming an astral entity. Very little was known about such beings.

But I looked at the bubbling joy and anticipation on the face of my Familiar and found I trusted her.

“I name you Lucy.”

Her eyes popped open, radiant green tinged with light brown. Like the first taste of autumn in a verdant forest.

“Bond me.” She gasped.