The Chimera Summoner – Ch 24 – (Part 2 ) Rough bond!
Ch 24- part 2
I planted my hands and feet, shoved myself as deep as I could inside her, and started jack hammering her in earnest.
My primal need to own her driving me to ignore my fatigue, ignore the sweat pouring off me, ignore the world around us. All I could think of was the need to drive myself as deep and hard into her as possible, and then frantically do so again, even harder.
“YESSSSSSSSS!” She screamed.
The fox girl slowly got more and more cockdrunk. Her arrogant, cheeky expression melted as her eyes rolled back, her mouth hung open and her tongue lolled out obscenely as she panted out an uncontrolled series of guttural cries.
Her ecstatic, delirious moans were my spoils and I was determined to pillage them all from her.
Her pussy dripped down her stomach from her half inverted position, and the sight sent me truly wild. Carefully finding the angle that got the reaction I needed, I set about the loving task of fucking her stupid.
After minutes of hard, determined work, I got my wish. Her eyes fluttered open, with effort, and her eyes went completely unfocused, crossing as she stared at her own cute nose.
At that moment, it was the sexiest, most mind erasing thing I'd ever seen. The wild animal in my chest purred.
“You look pathetic.” I purred smugly in her ecstasy contorted face.
Her brows furrowed, as she tried to focus. But I picked up the pace.
“I’m…Uhhh!” She whined. “Big. UHHHHH! Strong huntress! Eeeehhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
“Yes.” I agreed, giving each of her bouncy tits a crisp slap that made her purr. “And you hunt for me now.”
Her nostrils flared.
“You’re a good huntress.” I snarled, sweating freely onto her. “And for me, you’ll be a good girl.”
Her eyes swam into focus, her expression filled with longing.
“Tell me who’s you are.” I demanded.
She smiled, slow and content. “Make. Me.”
I grabbed a hold of her directly by her pretty face and pounded her mercilessly like I was trying to drive her through the floor.
She screamed, clutching at the turf, and came hard, sending pleasurable spasms through her pussy straight to my throbbing cock as I buried myself in her again and again.
Her tight tummy bulged just visibly with each ruthless thrust. I loved it. It made me feel enormous.
Her challenge itched in my ears.
‘Make me.’
Fine. If she still needed to be shown who was boss, I relished the chance.
Her hair was in a wild tangle of pink over and underneath her, forming a glorious bed.
On sheer blind instinct, I grabbed her throat, stopping myself just short of squeezing with my last vestige of self control. She took the opportunity to gasp in some air,with my hand no longer over her mouth.
Her hands flew to grab mine, and I nearly let her go, only for her to desperately cling to my hand and slam it back onto her own exposed neck.
She held my hand down with both of hers, and nodded frantically, evidently too far gone for words. She clenched my wrist HARD.
I took the invitation and squeezed her slender, beautiful neck, carefully restricting her blood flow and gradually tightening until she stopped squeezing and settled back with a stupidly happy expression.
I built back to my frantic pace, holding her tightly beneath me.
Her orgasm was on the horizon like a breaking storm, slow and violent.
Her whole body started shuddering like she was experiencing her own personal earthquake. Her hand darted between her legs to frantically strum at her clit.
“Be an obedient little slut and cum for me.” I ordered.
Her eyes went wide then rolled straight up.
Her legs shook on my shoulders and her beautiful little trickle of juices from her pussy became a river as she came hard on my cock and drenched her beautiful, heaving body.
“That’s my good girl.” I growled into her face. “You fucking cum when I tell you to, don’t you? That’s my perfect huntress.”
“Ghhhk! Hgg. Uuuuk!” She gargled.
I released her neck and she gasped, breathing in greedily. When I felt she’d had nearly enough, I reasserted my hold.
She pulled one hand from her neck, and chomped down on the side of my forearm, getting as much of it in her mouth as she possibly could. Her sharp little fangs prickled my skin, but she was careful enough not to break through. She sucked and bit, lashing her tongue along my skin.
It was odd.
And incredibly…incredibly hot.
“Harder.” I ordered, in a moan.
“Fffffg.” And she obeyed.
Her eyes fluttered closed in ecstasy and she bit down harder sending delicious jolts of sharp pain blossoming through my forearm.
I was pinning her head with my arm, and choking her with one hand. Some of my weight was on her neck, but she gave every indication of loving it. She was slowly biting my arm harder and harder, finding the pressure I liked best.
Tiny, scalding hot droplets of her sweet scented nectar splashed from my pounding, spattering both of us liberally.
Her pussy massaged my cock to the point I thought I might be the one to black out.
My grip loosened on her throat, but her eyes flashed rage and she once again clamped my hand back in place. I snarled and squeezed harder.
If she wanted no quarter, I could be as merciless as she could take.
She choked and gasped, limbs flailing in weak little flutters. She shuddered, her eyes rolling back again as she sank into insensible bliss.
I fucked her ragged, glaring down into her beautiful face. Her exquisite features contorted into a shameless mask of untamed carnal pleasure.
The pressure that had been building in me burst like a dam and I exploded into her. I held her, squeezing her throat and slamming my hips as deep as I could, my back arching urgently and spasm after spasm of volcanic pleasure rushing over my body and down my cock.
I pumped gushing spurts of cum into her sodden pussy, filling her to the brim and even leaking out of her overflowing cunt.
My mind went blank, conscious only of the feel of her beneath me and around me as I came torrents into her hot, welcoming lips. Filling her deepest places, and molding her around me as I took her with slow, exhausted pumps.
The scent of our shared arousal and spilled fluids flooded my nostrils.
Finally, I finished, releasing her throat and hearing her gasps as she sucked in desperately needed air. Her eyes fluttered blearily as her violet eyes slowly regained some coherence.
She found my face, and gave me slow, worshipful blinks.
I slipped her ankles from my shoulders and all but collapsed on top of her, cock still buried twitching in her cream stuffed pussy.
I could feel our combined juices leaking out around my groin, and tiredly shoved my hips into hers, to drive my cum deeper inside her.
She draped her weakened arms and legs around me and held me as I slowly caught my breath.
I could feel her breathing syncing up with mine.
Slowly, and unexpectedly gently, like the first spark of a great bonfire…
Our bond kindled to life.
A third black diamond sizzled into my arm, just below Lorna’s.
She sighed, trembling as she squeezed me with all of herself.
Relief, satisfaction, and a deep, profound peace radiated across our new bond.
I lifted my heavy head and gave her a tired smile. She returned it, cum drunk and lazy. Her pussy squeezed me hard, and I gasped. Her smile became smug.
I chuckled and took her lips in a long, delicious kiss. We lingered and explored each other. Taking time to figure out each other’s lips and how she liked to kiss and be kissed.
She wanted to be ravished. And I was more than happy to do so, claiming her tongue with mine, invading and taking control, withdrawing and catching her bottom lip in my teeth and giving it a little tug before releasing.
Her head flopped back on the ground and I followed, nestling into her neck and gently sliding in and out of her in lazy, luxurious pumps.
I could feel my cum oozing out of her as well as the pride and pleasure she took from the feeling. I ground myself home in her deeply and gave her neck an exhausted kiss. Then on instinct, I slowly opened my mouth and bit her neck. Gentle.
She sighed, arching her head back to give me better access.
I grinned and bit again, slowly working my way up the side of her delicate neck. Then the other. She twisted and sighed happily with each slow chomp.
“Can I go next?” Lucy asked huskily.
We turned and found her sitting with her legs splayed wide and dripping with her own pleasure as she fingered herself through another tiny orgasm.
I patted the spot next to me, and Lucy dashed to cuddle up, pressing her soft warmth into me, and wrapping her legs around one of mine.
Lorna came to drift protectively over us.
“You should tell me your name now.” I murmured into my new fox girl.
The cool air falling from Lorna’s ghostly body provided some very welcome relief from my efforts. Even with my new levels, I was quite out of breath and covered in sweat, and two kinds of girlcum.
The fox girl snuggled into my side, matching Lucy and wrapping her slim leg around mine, placing her hand on my softening cock and gently massaging me.
“I don't…have one yet.” She admitted.
I nodded. I had figured as much.
“Do you want one?” I asked.
She endeavored to look disinterested. But even through our fresh, tenuous bond, I could feel her blazing yearning.
I squeezed my arm around her, enjoying her lithe body nestling comfortably against my flank.
“We will find you the perfect name.” I told her, gently.
“Eir is a very generous master.” Lucy chimed in, proudly.
She gazed adoringly at me. I petted her dark brown hair fondly. Her bunny ears quivered with pleasure. She loved being petted.
“What kind of name do you want?” I asked.
The fox girl's ears twisted to and fro.
“Whatever.” She mumbled, dismissively. “A hunting name, I guess.”
Her hand clapped tightly on mine.
I nodded, chewing on that.
“Dynamite!” Lucy suggested.
I snorted, ruffling her hair into her face. Lucy blew hard, freeing herself indignantly.
“What?” She demanded.
“That's not a name. Besides, you don't hunt with dynamite.” I laughed.
“You do too!” Lucy insisted. “Jennie says you hunt fish with dynamite!”
I closed my eyes and sighed. “Of course she does.”
“What does it mean?” our new Fox Girl demanded.
I booped Lucy’s nose with my own before answering, “It is the name of an explosive commonly used for mining and demolition…or, less commonly, fishing.”
Above, Lorna’s lips danced with secretive amusement.
The fox girl’s violet eyes widened. “I want it.”
“No.” I shook my head. “Be serious, Lucy.”
The fox girl leaned up, “I WANT it!”
A rustle of magic, and a long bow of silver wood grew in her hand, like a time lapse of a tree. A string snapped into place, last, with a low thrum.
“You're an archer!” I exclaimed, delighted.
A DPS! Just what we needed. And a ranged one, at that! Our party had been severely lacking in range, with everyone but Lorna having only melee attacks.
“I can kill anything, with enough time.” She said smugly.
“You’re going to be perfect for us!” I grinned.
Fox girl grinned back– a toothy, fanged smile.
“Perfect enough to be dynamite.” She nodded, dismissing the bow in a shower of pink petals, and settling back onto my shoulder.
I shook my head. “No. You get a real name.”
“Like what?” She demanded, nipping my neck, insistently. “Better than dynamite?”
“Absolutely.” I chuckled.
Her hand crept down my body onto my cock and started attempting to coax me back to readiness.
I groaned as my body responded to the gorgeous girl’s pumping.
Lucy’s hand eagerly joined her and together they could work nearly my whole, growing shaft.
Their eyes locked, and I could practically feel the heat building between them, as they worked. They both pressed into my sides harder, like they were magnets, being drawn together.
I laid back and enjoyed my girls pleasuring me as I mused through some names.
A couple extremely pleasant minutes later, I came to one that fit.
“Violette?” I murmured to my new fox girl.
Her black tipped ears tilted, as she sampled the name.
“What does it mean?” She queried.
“The name of one of my favorite spies. She killed a ton of fascists.” I smiled. “Also it's the color of your eyes.”
She considered, muttering the word to herself experimentally.
Her cheeks reddened swiftly, even pinker than her hair.
Then she squeezed me even tighter and began pumping my cock urgently, climbing onto my hips. Lucy squirmed eagerly, eyes locked on where our sexes met.
I laughed, happily. “You like it then?”
Violette nodded fiercely. She slipped me into her constricting pussy and settled down on me, wriggling to make me fit.
She pressed her face into mine, nose to nose, as our breath caught. Her skin was warm and soft against mine. Her breath was sweet in my nose.
“Good girl, Violette…!” I sighed.
“Dynamite, for short.” Lucy added.
“No.”
“Yes!”
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The next day, Grace Valant took us on a field trip.
“Sparring.” She announced, following the last of us through her blue portal, and sheathing her long sword, and planting her feet in the burning black sand.