Alyssa felt her body burning with desire, as well as experiencing a surging of emotion her friend was triggering in her. They stared into each other's eyes as they kissed softly, revelling in the close bond between them, when suddenly Alyssa began to hear Jade's gentle voice in her mind.
*I hope this works, I'd love to be able to share myself with Alyssa,* The nymph thought longingly.
*It's working, I hear you!* Alyssa exclaimed, excitedly. The mosaic of small stones that represented Jade in her mind, began to slowly change. The darkened background started to brighten with a soft light, just as thoughts and feelings began pouring out of the image.
*Oh, this is wonderful!* Jade gasped. *Your voice is so much clearer, and I can feel your emotions too!*
They continued to stare into one another's eyes, no longer kissing, but just communicating with one another silently and more profoundly than they ever had before. It was as though all barriers had come down between them, and their souls were now speaking to one another unhindered.
***
John narrowly dodged a spinning kick that was aimed at his head, before stepping in to attempt a counter punch with his right fist. Calara let the momentum of her kick carry her around and she blocked the punch skilfully, before dancing back out of reach. They had been sparring without pause for an hour now and they were both covered in a light sheen of perspiration from the exertion.
"Not bad, not bad at all," John said, before darting forward and trying to sweep her leg out from under her.
Calara leapt in the air and kicked out, causing him to have to deflect her attack, which prevented him from carrying out his planned follow up punch. She landed nimbly to the side and darted backwards, to avoid leaving herself open to attack. "Maybe I'll be able to teach you a thing or two," she said sassily, her lips forming a beaming grin.
John laughed at her fiery spirit, thoroughly enjoying the match. In truth she had improved quite remarkably over their training sessions, learning everything he could teach her very rapidly. He still had one major advantage over her however.
He glided forward, blocking and deflecting a number of well aimed precise strikes, before taking a wild swing at her upper body, telegraphing the move and then overextending. Calara dodged easily and then took the bait, stepping in to twist and perform a throw that would send him crashing to the mat. Unfortunately for her, he had quickly repositioned his weight so that he was still perfectly balanced, and when the brunette moved in to grapple him, he broke the hold with his vastly superior strength, and then caught her in his arms. He gently but firmly brought her down to the mat, pinning her underneath his weight.
He watched Calara's face as it ran through a rapid series of emotions at lightning speed. She firstly registered shock and surprise when she realised she had been duped, then resignation when he used his mighty strength to overpower her to win the match. Finally her eyes blazed with excitement, as she realised the consequences of losing.
"To the victor, the spoils," she said breathily, as he hovered over her, still keeping her pinned in place.
John leaned down and kissed her fiercely, his lips pressing firmly against hers, causing her to moan lustily. He pulled back and stared at her face as her chest heaved up and down, her breathing heavy with passion. "You better strip, before I tear those clothes off you," he advised her, releasing her and removing his own top.
Calara panted with lust and grabbed the bottom of her sports bra, arching her back so that she could pull it straight over her head and freeing her proud breasts. She watched his face as he stared lustily at her body, and she quivered with anticipation, knowing exactly what was about to happen mere moments from now. She raised both legs straight in the air, daintily pointing her toes upwards as she lifted up her bottom, and then pulled off her figure hugging leggings.
John ripped off his shorts, tearing the material in his haste, which elicited an excited gasp from the gorgeous brunette who was offering herself up to him so wantonly. He knelt by her raised, closed thighs, his rampantly throbbing cock aching to be embedded inside her. He held her knees in his hands and gently pushed to spread them apart, only for Calara to flex her strong leg muscles, challenging him silently with her lusty brown eyes. He used his massive strength to gently but firmly prise her thighs apart, and the Latina moaned with arousal as he overcame her playful resistance.
"You've beaten me," she said, flashing him a heated look. "I'm yours to do with as you please,"
John leaned over her, his pulsing cock only inches above her parted pussy lips, and he reached up to gather her wrists and pin them above her head, holding her down against the ground mat. Calara let out an excited gasp, and stared into his eyes where he hovered only inches above her face. He tilted his hips back so that the rounded tip of his cock was nudging at her moist entrance and he gradually began to push inside, causing the brunette to sigh and moan, as she was steadily skewered by his massive length.
Calara was expecting to be power fucked into oblivion, so she was surprised when John kept her pinned in place, but only took her slowly and carefully. She shivered as she felt every inch of him pushing inside her a little at a time.
"I thought you were going to take me roughly," she purred seductively, her eyes flashing dangerously as she encouraged him.
"I will, but I'm savouring my prize first," he replied, his hips moving slowly and smoothly back and forth, while she remained tightly restrained.
Calara looked at his incredibly powerful arms above her head, and she shivered with excitement, knowing that she had no way of escaping his implacable grasp, even if she wanted to. She stared into John's eyes and then tilted her head up, so that she could kiss his biceps. Her nimble tongue darted out and she licked the bulging muscles, first one arm and then the other, maintaining eye contact the whole time. It was a simple and primal gesture, but it conveyed her submissiveness far more eloquently that if she had declared it.
John stared at her with excited eyes and then leaned down to kiss her passionately, his hips beginning to pick up the pace as he began to fuck her more insistently. The Latina responded immediately to the more forceful motion of his hips, panting with excitement as he drove into her yielding young body. He looked down at her beautiful coffee coloured flesh, as she writhed and moaned underneath him, finding her darker complexion tremendously arousing. He pushed as deep as he could inside her, drawing a delicious groan from her as she felt his heavy balls slapping against her pert cheeks.
Calara drew back her legs further, opening her pelvis and giving his pounding cock full access to her perfectly sculpted body. He loved the compliant way she cradled him between her thighs, gently rocking with him as though cushioning his thrusts. He released her wrists and then leant up so that his arms rested on his elbows to either side of her head, letting him look down at her beautiful face, and watching her gasp and moan every time he drove into her pussy. She tried to encircle his biceps with her hands, but they were just too big, and she settled for squeezing them and gently raking her nails over his skin as he thrust powerfully into her.
Dana stared at them from the side of the mat with wide eyes. She had watched their lengthy sparring foreplay session completely entranced, and now she was totally enthralled seeing John and Calara fucking with such raw, primitive need.
Calara seemed to find John's strength an overwhelming aphrodisiac, and her athletic body ground up against him, with just as much passion as he was taking her. Eventually she wrapped her legs around him tightly, her olive skinned calves resting on his buttocks as he pounded into her. She cried out as she climaxed, clutching him to her as she screamed out his name, her long nails raking across his back as she convulsed with passion. This was enough to set off his own explosive orgasm, and his hoarse cry joined hers as he shot long streams of cum into her luscious young body. They stayed locked together for what seemed like an eternity, as his quad pumped a huge volume of spunk into her trembling belly, making it fill out and press up against his toned abdomen. With one last shudder his balls were completely spent, and his shoulders sagged slightly, his arms trembling with the adrenalin coursing through him.
"Now that... was incredible," Calara sighed in a daze. She squeezed him tightly with her arms and legs appreciatively, before finally releasing him.
John pulled out of her gently and then rolled to her side, cradling her head on one arm, while running his other hand over her engorged tummy. "It felt so primal taking you like that," he said quietly as he traced her taut young flesh with his fingertips. He leaned down to kiss her softly, and the brunette looked up at him with wonder in her deep brown eyes.
"You were so strong and dominant, it was like my body was just responding naturally to being taken by my powerful mate," she said quietly, looking thoroughly satisfied. "If you'd told me six months ago I'd love been taken roughly, I'd have thought you insane, but that was the hottest thing I've ever experienced," she admitted with a shy smile.
They kissed again, but gently now, as though still reeling from the intensity of their passion, and unwilling to stir up that tempestuous lust once again. Their lips eventually brushed each other one last time and John pulled back, looking at her beautiful face with warm eyes.
"I love you," he said simply and honestly.
"I love you too," she replied, sighing in delight.
John lifted his gaze from hers and his eyes settled on Dana, who was staring at them like a deer in the headlights. He chuckled lightly and stopped caressing Calara's belly for a moment to beckon over the auburn haired girl. "Come here honey, I need your help for something I've got planned for later," he said to her, his voice quiet and reassuring.
