***** The Flood *****
The note on Andrew's bed was short and to the point; "Glade, NOW!"
Andrew laughed at the urgent brevity contained on the index card, and admired the steady hand that had made it. He brought the card to his nose, and was not surprised to find Sara's sweet feminine scent on the paper. His penis jerked within his pants, and he licked his lips in anticipation.
Exploring Karen's body had been a wonderful introduction to his new mate, but it had left him with a swelling need that begged to be satiated. He had managed to tame the energies within his mind, and could feel the ebb and flow of his carefully orchestrated desires. The scent of Sara was nearly too much, and threatened to tip the scales against him.
Andrew grabbed a few of the LED lights, and left the house in a hurry. The sound of the door closing followed him as he sprinted across the clearing into the distant forest. Nighttime was growing cold, but Andrew paid no mind to the cool air as he hurried towards the glade. His familiarity with the trail allowed him to travel down the long path without heed, as he worked to maintain control over his desires.
Crossing into the glade Andrew was brought short by the sight that was presented before him.
"Now who's being unfair?" Andrew asked, in the face of overwhelming temptation.
Sara rested upon her side on the ornate ward in the center of the glade. The crimson lace of her lingerie accentuated her figure, and presented her assets, in a way that Andrew had never prepared himself for. Despite the distance, Andrew could see the hints of flesh that were left exposed by the strategically placed material, and fought against the desires the sight raised within him, as he felt a hot jet of pre-cum saturate the inside of his underwear before soaking through his pants.
"Says the man who just spent several hours in the tender care of another woman."
Her voice was playful and kind, holding none of the accusation or pain that Andrew feared he might come home to find. He activated and dropping the first LED light twenty feet from his seductress, as he crossed the glade. The twinkle in her eyes as she rubbed her hand along her svelte side, fueled his need to release himself from his burden. The second LED was dropped ten feet from his red haired minx, and by that point, she was nearly as frantic as he was.
Sara's eyes were glittering with desire while her hand massaged her open thighs, sending her scent wafting into the air. Andrew's light purple irises feasted on her pert breasts, her firm nipples proclaiming her arousal through the thin red material.
"You look amazing, kitten," Andrew said before lowering himself atop her, dropping the last LED beside her supine body.
Sara loved the sense of strength she felt from him as she wrapped her arms across his back, and pulled him down until they both rested upon the soft moss of the filigree ward. Andrew was riding the edge of his control, and Sara could feel his vast desire through their bond as their lips made a frenzied and playful game of their affection.
Pulling back, Sara peered into Andrew's violet gaze, and admired the deep pool of unsatisfied need that was almost visible behind his lilac irises.
"Didn't you cum with Karen?" her eyes were sad, as she saw his unfulfilled need reflected back at her.
"She is not ready for that yet, my love."
Sara caressed his cheek and stared into his eyes, their soul-searing gaze frozen within that moment of admiration.
"However will I solve this problem?" Sara asked through a devious smile, before licking her lips and raising an eyebrow.
Andrew, while leaning back on his knees, was straddled by his sexy young lover. His eyes scanned her soft body — admiring the crimson lace bra that hid nothing, but accentuated everything — while Sara worked with practiced speed to unbuckle his belt and unfasten his jeans. Whatever unease the couple had ever possessed was a distant memory in the face of their shared intimacy and familiarity.
He stood and removed his shirt, while Sara pulled down his pants and underwear; the familiar scent of salty caramel visited her as his five-inch-cock came into view, the glistening crown of his tool greeting her like an old friend. It was almost as eager as she was at their reunion. Andrew stepped away from his pants, and noticed that she had shaved what little hair she had possessed above her tempting slit.
Grasping his shaft, she caught a dribble of pre-cum on her tongue, as it oozed from his tip. Sara lathered it across her lips, and she enjoyed the tingling pleasure as it spread over every surface it touched. After swallowing, she enjoyed the anticipation that built throughout her body as the liquid reached her stomach.
Andrew watched in rapt attention, and savored the sensation of joy on his woman's face as she prepared herself with his syrupy fluids. Sara looked stunning as she prayed at the altar of their shared desire. Her mouth opened, and as she prepared to welcome him home, he cupped her face, before pulling his cock away from her so that she knew he had other plans.
The pained look on her beautiful face spoke to the distress that he was causing her. Sara's sad eyes failed to sway him from his plans. He stepped between her legs, and as he lowered himself to his knees, her slit glistened and shone through the lacework of her crimson panties, the material serving as a platter to present the source of his desires, and not as a barrier to disway entry.
He rested his hands on her abdomen, and looked into Sara's eager eyes. "Karen prepared this feast for you, my dear. While I would love for you to literally gorge yourself upon its bounty, I would rather see you swollen with my seed."
Andrew could feel the deep rumbling purr of excitement as Sara smiled at the idea of being filled. He leaned down and breathed in her sweet and musky scent, lavishing upon himself her most intimate of secrets. While he still struggled to understand the purpose of their changes, he knew that the sweetness that they shared was a direct result of their bonding.
Sara pulled her knees to her chest and removed her panties with a careful movement, while watching her scent drive Andrew over the edge of his control. She threw her panties away from them, just in time to catch Andrew in her arms as their lips met, and his weight settled upon her.
She could still taste a hint of Karen on Andrew's lips, and found the heady taste of the older woman familiar. It reminded her of her own flavor from before she had been so consumed by her bond with Andrew. Her pussy tensed in anticipation of Andrew's welcome presence, the thick juices leaking from her shivering opening, preparing her for his arrival.
Their lips danced, and Andrew no longer fought the building anticipation of his needs. Sara could not only handle his gift, but could thrive under its merciless demands. The heat of her sex as his iron hard shaft made contact with her was intense, and her fluids reminded him of how special she was. The tingling pleasure that coursed up his length and radiated through his throbbing balls drove him near-insane with desire.
Sara giggled as he struggled to find the appropriate angle to enter her. She had ridden him both times they had made love, and the experience had taught Andrew much about how to please his woman while she was on top, but gave him little understanding of how to proceed when he was in control.
The moment lasted for just a few seconds, and the young couple laughed and kissed through the brief awkwardness as they learned from the experience. Andrew's understanding of his body grew with every moment. He felt her heat against his cock while he slid his length down her slippery flesh, the folds of her femininity moulding and curving around him, until he could almost feel the intense desire of her body to be filled as the head of his dick aligned with her opening.