Consummation of the Bond

Fenn, a mile away, was turning like an unsettled puppy in the bed he shared with his fellow workers. Rachel's spell transmitted only a fraction of the intimacy she was sharing with Lila this night, but his body protested, wishing with every bit of blood and bone to take her place. It would only make his fascination with his new love stronger.

Lila's hips bucked. Her hand slammed down on the ground beside her and she cried out, sending a flight of bats exploding from the trees. But Rachel continued, her fingers deep inside the woman and her lips wrapped tight around her bead. Pleasure turned to agony and then back to pleasure again in the span of only seconds, and then Lila fell still. She couldn't have moved if she tried; it was the very first orgasm of her life, though her husband demanded sex from her almost every night.

Once more, it was enough. The tie that Rachel had knotted between her and Fenn had been doubled with the passing of the tremors from Lila's body. She could have abandoned the woman in the green and her plans could have gone on just as she had conceived them. But a spell was more than power. It worked in the heart as much as in the world, and Rachel decided that she hadn't had enough of fun for one evening. She lifted herself up from between Lila's legs and stared down at her, both muscled arms planted on either side. "Can I...?" she said, knowing more words were unnecessary.

The butcher's wife was barely able to nod, but nod she did. And she gasped when she felt Fenn's hands on her rear, lifting her up so that her legs would lie flat against that broad chest. Rachel grasped for Fenn's cock and lined it up with Lila's dripping cunt. The scent of her on her breath only made her feel more self sure. "You want it, don't you?" she said in Fenn's breathy voice.

"Ah," Lila said, eyes fluttering. She pushed her hips down, trying to feel the weight of that thing that was hovering just above her skin. Her meaning was clear: Yes, please yes, fuck me, I've never wanted anyone to fuck me like I want you to fuck me now. She would have had Fenn ride her past the dawn and the waking of her husband; she would've screamed his name for anyone to hear. The real man could never compare to the expert touch Rachel employed with his body. But this first joining would remain in Lila's mind, and she would feel such a need to repeat it that she would belong to Fenn forever, as surely as he belonged to her. It was a truer marriage than any celebrated in a church, and forged in only two days. Rachel was a better cleric by miles than those dithering old men that preached of the surface gods.

She entered her, and Lila cried out. Rachel pressed her full weight down on the woman. By instinct Lila trapped her in her arms, as if to become one being with the man. One slow thrust was followed by another, and another. Lila's entire body was more alive in this moment than it had been on any night before. Rachel had taught her a lesson that all women deserved to learn: one orgasm was not enough. They rained down upon her as she screamed and begged for more, and Rachel whispered every word of love into her ear. Heat, and breath. The mixing of their sweat on their skin. Every moment was a lifetime. The sleeping Fenn mumbled requests for relief, but none would come to him. Until he joined together, truly this time, with Lila, he would be bereft.

The sound of Rachel's thighs slapping against Lila's filled the air. She was more capable with the borrowed cock than most any man; Cador had taught her well, and without meaning to. Her hands cupped Lila's breasts so that she could lick her nipples. Torment unending. The perfect union, so far as Lila knew; never to be matched. She didn't have the slightest idea what Rachel had in store.

"I'm cumming," Rachel growled in Lila's ear. And the woman's legs locked tight around her. Rachel collapsed on top of Lila as sperm filled the other woman. //A success, she thought with glee. She had never taken on a man's form during the act before; it had its own advantages.

"Three days from now, at the Hill of Tolle. We'll see each other again."

The first hint of twilight was peeking over the canopy beyond them. Lila fled first, believing that if her husband found his bed empty that he would know what had happened. But the butcher was a stupid and oblivious man. Though he hated other men for wanting his wife, he thought himself virile, attractive. If his wife was to be stolen from him it would be by deception, or so he thought. Though, Rachel considered when she returned to Mollethin tower in her own skin again, she had, in fact, stolen her away this night.