***** New Beginnings *****
Sara collapsed into Andrew's arms, her swollen midsection pressing against his side as she melted into his embrace. The sensation elicited a soft moan from the exhausted young woman as she felt her contents jostle against him. Her pussy tensed as she thought about the veritable ocean of cum that he had packed into her athletic body.
"Seriously, Andrew. What the hell are you doing to me?" She licked her lips, savoring their combined flavors while she waited for a response.
Andrew chuckled to himself and rubbed her large belly with a possessive gleam in his eyes. "Just wait, kitten. Just wait."
The truth was that Andrew had little idea what he was doing, and hoped that his magical gift was fulfilling his desire. Invoking the spell from the night before had been simple, the symbols having been etched within his memory by the force of their orgasms. He knew that for as long as he lived he would never forget that spell, or finish giving praise to his gift for blessing him with the knowledge of it.
He watched the leaves within the canopy sway at a peaceful pace, their movements slowed by the languid march of time that existed within that magical place. Andrew smiled and looked down at Sara, her vibrant light brown eyes shining up at him from where she clung to his chest. The trust that he could see within that gaze took his breath away.
She leaned forward and pecked him on the lips before yawning and wiggling against his tender pectoral muscles. He could still feel the dull ache of pleasure all through his body from the plentiful and powerful orgasms that they had shared. Sara closed her eyes and allowed the siren song of sleep to consume her. Andrew fought the temptation for as long as he could, enjoying the rhythmic breathing of the woman he loved as she rested against him.
He lost his battle, allowing sleep to overtake him as he basked in the sensations of lust and passion that poured from Karen's sprite within his mind, the flirty little azure vixen fluttering around the monolith that stood tall and proud, silhouetted against the sea of energy which swirled and roiled at his core. It felt like the energy had not grown since yesterday, and as consciousness left him the last thought that crossed his mind was to wonder where all of the energy they had generated that night had gone.
The lovers woke many hours later, the exhaustion of their erotic coupling and the emotions of the evening having drained them more than they had known. Sara's tummy was trim and firm again, her muscles flexing beneath her soft and supple skin as she stretched beside her waking man.
"Morning, sleepyhead."
Andrew laughed at Sara's playful tone, and realized something. "You slept all night, didn't you?"
Sara raised an eyebrow as she shared his realization. "You're right, I did. Wait, the same thing happened last night too."
Andrew continued laughing as he rubbed her firm belly and said, "Wonder what could have been different these last two nights."
Sara jumped up and laughed at Andrew as she ran her hands over her midsection. She missed the feeling of being full with Andrew's cum. Her body trembled as she remembered how it felt to be stretched to accommodate the large quantity of his rich, thick fluids.
She peered down at Andrew who had his arms crossed behind his head, his violet gaze fixed upon her with a broad smile. The lust that he saw on her face faded as a predatory grin spread from ear to ear.
"We never trained tonight," Sara observed, as she watched a worried look shadow her boyfriend's face.
The sound of Sara's foot impacting the mossy ground followed Andrew as he rolled to the side and sprung to his feet. She was far too fast for Andrew to outdistance, and far too agile for him to outmaneuver. It was in that moment that he found himself in the unenviable position of having to block and evade Sara's lightning-fast attacks.
Sara laughed and revelled in the joy she felt as she stalked Andrew around the glade. Her clumsy and slow boyfriend fumbling to evade her attacks. He never ceased trying, and she admired him for that. What Andrew lacked in natural gifts, he more than compensated for with determination and perseverance.
Andrew blocked an attack here, and dodged an attack there. His practice with his father had allowed him to take a lot of the impact out of Sara's fearsome strikes, and as they continued their impromptu battle he found himself laughing along with his girlfriend. The simple fact was that Sara was just too fast for him to hold any hope of standing against her.
As the minutes bled together they found the combat shifting between battle and chase, based on the demands of the moment. The glade became their playground and Sara enjoyed watching Andrew find his way out of each of her assaults. She was careful to slow her attacks and land her hits with just enough force to spur him into action, his wiry muscles working to meet her reckless pace as she kept him moving at the edge of his ability.
What had started as a frantic and uncontrollable flight of instinct and survival resolved into a moment of clarity for Andrew. While her hands moved fast, the hours of training his mother had given him were paying dividends. Her body telegraphed her attacks well before her arms and legs were in motion, and that provided Andrew the insight to be able to start blocking and dodging more of her attacks, her relentless and lightning-fast strikes forcing his body to react without his mind over-analyzing every single moment.
Sara harried Andrew from one side of the glade to the other. Andrew attempted a few attacks, but his untrained strikes were comical at best, his failed offense opening him up to a few punishing hits from his eager adversary. The two young combatants lost track of time as the battle waged on. Every pitch proved a learning experience for each partner, forcing them to adjust to the ever-changing tapestry of their engagement.
While Andrew lacked the physical ability to capitalize on Sara's subtle weaknesses, they did provide him enough of an edge to make her work for every hit. By the time their bodies grew tired, and Andrew was forced to jump into the pond to escape his attacker, they'd fought for a solid three hours. Andrew had been so focused on every heated moment of their wild and frenzied dance that he had failed to realize the sheer scale of time that had drifted by.
Sara basked in every single moment, savoring the contest as Andrew challenged her to find new ways to approach her assault, the revitalizing magic of the glade keeping their stamina up and their fatigue down. She knew with every passing moment just how special this time with Andrew was, and how much fun she got to have with him.
They drifted in the cool pond waters, the gentle current soothing their muscles. They giggled and laughed as their hearts settled from the intensity of the experience. Andrew found his way to Sara and swaddled her in his arms, kissing her with a passion that flowed from his very soul. Sara had driven him to survive by instinct, something he had never been willing to do until then, and in that moment he found that he was capable of far more than he ever knew possible.
"Thank you," he whispered.
