Elemental Goddess
by wizardtho
Chapter 25: Earth, Air, Fire, Water- I Am She
BPOV:
I walked her to the part of me, then stroked it gently. I felt the recognition as it hummed. Char did the same, causing the dull luminescence to get a little brighter. Char smiled, so I directed her to sit with her legs flat against the floor and spread in a decent V. She did immediately, then I cradled the piece to me as I sat in the V with my legs over hers. I sat close enough to kiss her as we both held the piece to our chests.
I looked her deep in the eyes as I said, “Charlotte I claimed you physically as my mate, and I am claiming you emotionally as well. You are mine as I am yours. Completely. I want all of you. The good, the bad, and the in between. You're mine. I'm claiming your heart, your soul, your mind, your body. It's all mine, and I give all of myself in return.”
I felt the piece get a little stronger. I kissed Char, pouring all of the emotions I felt for her into the kiss. “Tell me, Char. Tell me you need me as much as I need you. I'll die if I can't have you for eternity, Char.”
She looked like she could cry. “You've imprinted yourself in every cell of my body. You've completely owned every part of me since our first kiss. I could never let you go. You're mine, Sweetness, as I'm yours. There would be no eternity of happiness without you. Every part of me sings when I feel your touch. When you press up against me, your heat explodes in my cells. When you smile it lights up the whole house. When you sing, you are my siren, as you entrance me wholly. You are exquisite in your love for me. I claim you as my mate for eternity, Bella. From here on out, you are mine, as much as I am yours.”
She kissed me, making me feel all the love she had for me. We kissed for several seconds, the love flowing between us like a calm sea. As the kiss ended, we stood up and backed away, then the piece exploded in bright shimmering light, growing rapidly before our eyes. As I kept my love flowing to her, she did the same. I smiled at her, saying surely, “My Char, my mate.”
She smiled, “My Sweetness, my mate.”
We held hands as we stroked the bond and said our claiming words, our loving words, then kissed. Soon the piece was magnificent. It was jade green like with Peter and Jasper but the glow on the surface looked like moving ocean waves. It was glorious.
I kissed Char passionately, then whispered into her neck, “It's time, Honey. We're healed, and we need to get back to our other mates. You know how to get back? I hate to leave your side, but I have to take my own way back.”
She nodded, softly kissed my lips before she turned, then faded from sight. I took one last look at the piece of me Char held safe, then turned and walked out.
I tried to center myself again to return, when something happened. I found myself with my inner goddess.
Her eyes were a shocking Caribbean blue. She was wearing a beautiful dress, Caribbean Blue floor length, with a decent jeweled v neckline on jeweled cross straps. It was tightly fitted in the bust, with cut outs on the sides, then flowed gently outwards in a full skirt. There was a small train trailing behind her. The dress was backless down to almost her tailbone from the high cross straps on the shoulders. Her skin was the color of white sand, and her dress was the island ocean. Flowing serenely before me, was the Water Goddess.
She was standing with her hands out in front of her. The four elements were hovering over her hands, water being being displayed above the others. They were smaller under the water element, and they swirled in a revolving circle above her outstretched hands.
Her figure shimmered, distorted for a brief second, then fire was the predominant element. She was a vision with her fire-lit red eyes. This time she wore a blood-red gown with a small train. Again the gown was backless, but it didn't look it would be from the front. It had a corset-style front and sweetheart neckline, with jeweled thin spaghetti straps that led all the way down in a V to just above her tailbone. Just under her breasts, the top part of the gown was sheer red silk and embroidery to her hips, which led to an A-line style skirt that had a slit all the way up to her left hip. The whole gown glittered, giving off the illusion of fiery inferno of passion, yet screamed of sensuality. She, for all the world to see, was the Fire Goddess.
She shimmered and distorted again, then in front of me stood the Air Goddess. Her eyes were a sparkling silver. The air around her swirled gently through her hair as well as her gown, making her look utterly ethereal. Her gown was a halter style, had a keyhole opening just under the V'd bustline, then a dual layer skirt of chiffon over silk. The gown was a shimmering silver, fitted to flared and backless, but the back of the gown's opening was in the shape of a large diamond, stretching from the top of her spine to her tailbone. She was truly gorgeous.
She shimmered and distorted, then I was shown my final Goddess. She was wearing a jade green backless gown, with vine and flower detailing throughout the bodice and parts of the skirt. It was a stunning sheath-style fitted gown that flowed out into a fuller bottom and small train. The spaghetti straps from the shoulders rounded the back of them smoothly, then connected to the seamline of the gown under her arms. The shimmer in her gown's embroidery threw off colors of the earth. She was exquisite. She was the Earth Goddess, and they were all me.
All of the elements above her outstretched hands shot above her to form a circle around her head, then a blinding rainbow of color formed. Blue, red, silver, and green swirled around her, making the colors blend into a rainbow of color whenever they overlapped. Her hands came up in a V, then the elements combined, making a luminescent rainbow in her hands. She brought her hands before her again, causing the elements to explode around the both of us.
Just as I shut my eyes to the blinding light, I heard her whisper, “Two rotations of the sun will complete your design. Prepare and be well, My Goddess Elemental.”
I opened my eyes and heard three shocked gasps.
MWPOV:
Game on.
“Isabella, do ya know where ya are? Ya may answer aloud.” Let's see how she's doin'.
I go stand in front of her where she's bound naked to my cross. I don't worry about Peter and Charlotte, ‘cuz they know this is the most important time they've been in this room. They'll stay in their waitin' position.
I take Isabella's chin between my fingers, lookin’ her directly in the eyes. They're glitterin’ silver with a swirlin' multicolored ring of shockin' red, blue, and green. There are deep flecks of those three colors throughout the silver. They look like a starburst, and they're glorious. “Isabella, concentrate for me. Do ya know where ya are? Answer aloud.”
She darts her eyes around the room before I see some recognition. “Y-Yes, Major Whitlock. I'm with you in your playroom in Texas. Am I in trouble, Sir?”
How much does she remember?
“Tell me what ya remember of today's events, Isabella. Let's see if we can fill in the blanks.”
She clears her throat; I give her a moment to think. I feel fear and worry comin' from Peter and Charlotte, so I call 'em to kneel near me. They come immediately, then return to their waitin' positions.
Such good submissives.
I run my fingers through their hair as I send 'em calm and reassurance.
I bring my full attention back to Isabella, then she speaks softly, “I remember now... the shower, the pain of healing, not being able to speak because my throat was raw. I was writing and Jasper was talking. Then Jasper wrote down the answer to what I asked. I didn't follow my instincts as he asked me to when they first started. I just held her and tried to talk her back. If I would have... I should have looked first. I could have saved time and... and gotten... to her sooner... I didn't listen... she looked so broken when I found her in the chair in her mind. I told her what was happening and we did so good in healing me... in healing us... and the claiming words she said were beautiful. Beautiful as the Goddess colors. We parted ways, then I centered to come back, but instead I was with the Goddesses. Four goddesses became one, and I am she. Four goddesses became one.”
She zoned for a second, but I caught it, “Isabella, focus. Look at my eyes. Tell me, do ya remember why we're in the playroom?”
She nodded and immediately said slowly, “Four goddesses became one... and the power is too great. The one will need help... the help of her three. Here... because I need... the outlet... or the powers will... take over.”
She was startin’ to struggle with her words, so I knew we needed to move forward. “Peter make sure the bindings are secure. Charlotte bring me the liqueurs and glass. Now.”
Both of ‘em rushed to do my biddin', so I looked at Isabella. “Isabella, ya will drink these now, then we'll take care of the outlet. Ya must drink all of what I give ya. Do ya understand?”
The swirlin' in her eyes got worse as she said, “Ye-es, Sir.”
I held my hand out; Charlotte placed the first full glass in it. I held the big straw to Isabella's lips, then she immediately began drinkin'. A minute later I heard the sound of her suckin’ air through the straw. I held the glass back out toward Charlotte, who filled it with the next liqueur. We continued this process for 6 ½ minutes, until all of the liqueurs had been consumed. “Isabella, ya did well. Now do ya know how you're feelin'? Can ya explain to me what's happenin'?”
She shook her head, “I can't, Sir. I don't know how to explain what's happening, but it's out of control. Not myself. Not my skin. Someone else's. Foreign. Other. Need help. Make it mine again. Please, Major.”
I walked to the instrument table and picked up the ridin’ crop. I walked back, holdin’ it up in front of her. “This is a ridin’ crop, Isabella. It can be used for pleasure or pain. In which do ya wish for it to be used?”
Her eyes widened. “Whatever you wish, Sir.”
Very good, My Mate. “Good answer, Isabella. Luckily ya don't need punishment as of now, so ya get to have the crop for pleasure.”
I drew the crop slowly down her throat, around the whole of both breasts, then flipped it lightly against her left nipple. She bit her bottom lip to suppress her moan. I swatted the same nipple a bit harder, “None of that, Isabella. Do ya not remember the rules? State ‘em for me.”
She started, “Only call you Major or Sir, all answers will be verbal, do as I'm told or there will be repercussions for disobeying, keep my emotions open to you, don't hold back my noises or sounds... you want to hear them... and keep eye contact with you.”
I flipped the crop a little harder against her right nipple, sayin’ as she moaned, “Let that be your only reminder about keepin' your sounds from my ears. Also, for today's session, while you're with either Peter or Charlotte, ya will keep eye contact with 'em, but keep your ears open to listen for my instructions. Do ya understand?”
She nodded quickly, “Yes, Sir. No more reminders. Keep eye contact with Peter or Charlotte if they are with me, and always keep my ears focused for your instructions, Sir.”
I stepped back a fraction while askin’ pointedly, “Are you ready to begin, Isabella?”
Her eyes brightened, “Yes. Thank you, Sir.”
I walked the whole front span of the cross, flickin' and glidin' the crop in many different places for her to get a feel for it. She was lightly pantin', her moans increasin'. “Let me see how we're doin', Isabella.”
I glided two fingers from her entrance to her clit, causin' her to cry out wordlessly. “You're very wet, My Pet. Would ya like more?”
Without hesitation, she panted, “Please, Sir.”
Without lookin’ away from Isabella, I stated, "The flogger would work quicker, doncha think, Peter?”
He kept his head down, but answered, “Yes, Major.”
I handed him the crop and said, “Bring me the red and black flogger with the fur and leather falls.”
When he returned a second later and resumed his position with the flogger held out, I said, “Good, Peter. Ya may watch with Charlotte, but stay silent.”
I returned to Isabella. Without showin' it to her, I flicked it against her thigh lightly. She moaned beautifully, so I did it again on the other thigh, a little harder this time. She arched her back and moaned louder. “Do ya like my flogger, Isabella?”
I flicked it so only the very ends would snap against the side of her ass, causin' her to groan, “Yes, Sir. Black sting and red soft. Feel good together.”
She was at her base level, revertin' to sensory answers. Step it up, Major.
I snapped it against both of her breasts and just above her mound. She was whimperin', moanin' in pleasure. I could see the combination of her cycle blood and arousal leakin' down her inner thighs. She was very aroused indeed.
“Peter, help Charlotte reverse Isabella's position. I want her glorious ass in my view and feelin' my flogger. When the two of ya are done, stand on either side of her.”
They did as asked quickly, so I said, “For every time the flogger touches her skin, ya each get to tug or twist on the nipple closest to ya. Vary your pressure and method.”
I flicked the flogger against her ass so the ends would snap decently. “Ahh. Mmm.”
I flicked in rapid succession several times in different spots, but Peter and Charlotte easily kept pace. She cried out in pleasure, and moaned at the nipple tuggin'. Several more against her thighs and back, then she was pantin' for breath. Her whole back side was a beautiful shade, and her arousal had reach her knees, floodin' from her heavily.
I told Peter to carry her to the adjustable bondage chair and get her hooked in. I had Charlotte to adjust the back of the chair to lay down, then stand next to Isabella's head. Once Isabella was in position, I said, “Isabella, would ya like someone to taste your arousal blood again? Ya may say no if ya wish.”
She pleaded, “Yes, please, Sir. Oh, yes.”
With permission outta the way, I told Peter to spread her legs wide and take his time. Then I directed Isabella to watch as Charlotte serviced me.
Her eyes flared pure green as the floor suddenly shook. Whoa. Not a good idea. “Isabella calm yaself and tell me why ya did that this instant.”
My voice was stern, but I was worried. She panted as Peter continued his slow licks to clean her thighs, “Major... hasn't touched me... nobody... should touch... Major... Ahh...”
This is because I’ve not claimed her. Jasper might have, but I haven't. “Isabella, are your instincts tellin' ya that I'm not to be touched by any but you right now?”
She whimpered, then panted, “Yes... Sir.... No one touch... Mmm.”
Peter had reached her core, but was lickin' the outside of her folds and nippin' ‘em, not delvin' deeper. He was moanin' at the pleasure of her taste, which I couldn't blame him for. “Ya will try to use words next time, Isabella. Do not let your powers loose in my playroom.”
She responded immediately in a shaky tone, “Y-yesss, Major Whit-(gasp)-lock.”
She looked at Char pleadingly, and I saw her lick her lips, “Charlotte why don't ya straddle Isabella's face instead. She looks a might bit thirsty.”
Charlotte positioned her legs on either side of Isabella's head before rollin' her hips. Isabella immediately began nippin' and suckin' up Charlotte's thighs. I wanted to cum at just the sight of it. Isabella kept pullin' against the restraints, gettin' frustrated. “Peter, now. Charlotte grab her hair tightly and ride her tongue.”
I unzipped my leather pants and brought my cock out, strokin' a few times to relieve some pressure.
Peter bit down on her clit while thrustin' 3 fingers deeply into her, and Charlotte was ridin' her tongue as she cried out. Isabella moaned into Charlotte's wet core until Peter released his bite, twirlin' his venom soaked tongue on the teeth marks.
She cried out as she came, fire streakin’ through the grass in a line outside the window, then rain pouring from the brand new cloud above the fire. The room glowed with a swirlin' red and blue light, with her strainin' against the restraints, buryin' her face deeper into Charlotte's cummin' pussy.
Holy shit.
When she came down, I released Charlotte to her waitin' position next to me while Peter cleaned Isabella's juices from her. I returned him to his position as I went to the head of the chair. “Open your eyes for me, Isabella.”
Her eyes snapped open, instantly lockin' on mine. They were still the same. “Isabella, can ya tell me if ya need anythin' specific?”
If she can tell me in words, she'll probably come back to herself quicker, since I'll be able to take care of those needs faster.
She looked at me pleadingly... and scared. “Isabella, there's no need to be scared in this room. I and the others are here to take care of ya. The better I know your needs right now, the better we can meet those needs. Now, tell me what ya need, Isabella.”
She looked like she wanted to cry, but was unable to let the tears fall. “H-Hard to. Sir... spank of the outside. Sweetness... touched on soft place. Little One... burning with heat inside. Isabella... and Little One. Darlin' held all better. All better... Fixed... Fix it, please, Major.”
She was pantin' and gaspin' for air when she finished, but I knew now exactly what she needed. I unstrapped her from the chair, puttin' it back in an upright position as I said, “We're gonna work on all those needs in the order ya just put ‘em in, Isabella. Stay here until I call for ya.”
I walked over the edge of the bed to take my leather pants off. That had been the only thing I was wearin', so I was now nude. Peter and Charlotte had stripped before they came in the room. I sat at the edge of the bed, took a breath, then called her. “Isabella, come.”
She stood up, then came directly to me. She followed direction, so she doesn't want punishment. Pleasure spankin' it is. “Do ya remember your spankin' position on my lap, Isabella?”
She nodded, her eyes brightenin’, the silver swirlin’. “Yes, Sir. Would you allow me to assume it?”
I nodded, then she hurried to place herself over my lap, ass up and ready. Her ass was still a nice pale pink from the flogger, so no warm up necessary. “Isabella, do ya remember your safe word?”
Immediately, she replied, “Yes, Sir. If I can not go on, I say red.”
I nodded in finality, “Good girl.. I'm addin' another one to that. If I'm pushin' your limits and ya need me to slow down, say yellow. If ya need me to stop, say red. Do ya understand?”
She wiggled in my lap a bit while recitin', “Yes, Major. A stop light. Yellow... slow down... be careful. Red... stop... no more.”
Shit. Sensory answers again.
“Let's get started, Isabella. You're to count aloud. Ya will voice your pleasure, and ya will not cum unless I give ya permission. Are ya ready?”
With a nod, “Yes, Sir,” she said immediately.
I started at a level halfway between her warm up and punishment spanking from the field. That seemed to be right where she needed me. By 10 she was moanin' her numbers. By 20 she was pantin'. By 30 her arousal had spilled down her thighs to her knees again, and by 38, she was beggin' to -and cryin' for me to let her- cum. At 45, I told her she could cum, and she did... and did again.
I felt her need change, and knew the spankin' was complete. I picked her up, carryin' her to the soft place... the bed. I left her unbound, but had Peter stand at the head of the bed on one side, while I stood on the other. I told Charlotte she could join Isabella, then said, “Isabella, Charlotte... let your instincts guide ya. Ya may both cum as needed.”
Charlotte sat between Isabella's parted feet, then slowly let her fingers glide up Isabella's arches, ankles, and calves. Then she stopped to look at me. “May I please have a silk blindfold and the ostrich feather, Major?”
I nodded to Peter, who was back in less than two seconds, handing both to Charlotte. She handed blindfold to me. “Will you do the honors, Sir?”
I took the blindfold from Charlotte and placed it on Isabella.
CPOV:
Major had just put the blindfold on Sweetness, and it was my turn. I looked to him for permission, so he nodded. I crawled up her body to straddle her waist, making sure my skin never touched hers, then slowly drew the ostrich feather down her neck. She gasped and tried to arch into the sensation, but I pulled the feather back. “Be still, Sweetness. Just let the feelings take you. Let me take care of you. Let everything you feel wash through you... through your every cell... and I will show you an ocean of pleasure.”
She moaned, but stayed still. I let the tips of the feather tickle the hollow of her throat, then drew a line down the center of her breasts with my fingertips teasingly. She gasped again, then moaned long and low. She whispered softly, “That's my Char.”
It was said in a way that she knew the difference between my touch and the feather. She welcomed my touch.
I drew teasing circles around her breasts with the feather, never getting too near her nipples, watching them tighten in anticipation. She sighed and widened her legs a bit underneath me. I so wanted to taste her nectar again, but this is about making sure we guide her through this. I coated the pads of my thumb and index finger in my venom, then lightly tugged her tight tips with them. She whimpered, “So good.”
I whispered too low for her to hear, “Major, may I feel her emotions during this so I know how to guide her through?”
He nodded, “Prepare yourself.”
I took a deep breath, then suddenly felt a whole shit-storm of emotions that weren't mine. They are so strong. My eyes widened impossibly as I looked into the Major's eyes. He nodded. He understood. We have to help her.
She was a storm on the ocean... the island water dark and churning in all directions, thunder clapping, lightening streaking the sky almost constantly, with the wind howling and raging in the storm.
I brought my attention back to her, saying, “Sweetness, you need to let everything flow through you. I know you’re holding back... so does the Major. You know he will punish you if you hold back. Let it flow. Center yourself and let go. Let me guide you.”
As soon as the last word left my lips, I let my fingertips draw lines down the tops of both breasts to her nipples, then pinched them lightly. I felt her let go, crying out. She whimpered for more. “Your touch... not feather... more.”
I gave the feather to Peter, then took her gently by the wrists. I brought her hands up behind her head, where Major wrapped them in the silk scarf at the center of the headboard. I smiled down at her, then let my fingers glide down the insides of her arms, to the sensitive spot on the sides of both her breasts. She whimpered, “Oh, God,” as I tweaked her nipples again.
She cried out, to which I nodded. I moved down her legs, letting her feel my body sliding down hers; she moaned loudly, “More, please. Touch... so much touch.”
The storm calmed a tiny bit as she felt me, her words and emotions letting me know what she needed. I said lowly, but so she could hear, “Major, I know what she needs, now. The ceiling ring above us. On her knees, but the chain pulled tight enough that it makes her stretch.”
Major nodded before letting the chain down from the ceiling.
As I helped Sweetness into position, Major hooked her wrist rings onto the chain, telling her to hold it. She did, then Major told Peter to adjust the length of the chain. Peter brought the chain taut before hooking it back to the ceiling.
Sweetness was on her knees in the center of the bed, facing the headboard, knees spread wide, back extended and arms stretched taut over her head. I nodded at Major as I felt the storm clam a little more. I came up behind her, pulled her hair up into a messy bun, then secured it with the rubber band on my wrist. I had a feeling she would need it when I heard we would be in here.
I brought myself flush against her, hearing her gasp in response. She moaned as I brought my trailing hands up her sides, then cupped her breasts. “That's it, Sweetness. Let me know how I make you feel. Moan for me... whimper and beg for me. I'll give you everything you need,” I whispered into her ear, then flicked my tongue against the lobe.
She whimpered, arching her neck toward me. She smelled so fuckin' good. I let my tongue trail down the vein in her neck before nipping her at the juncture of her shoulder. She cried out, and her storm eased a hair more. As I nipped down her spine, I tugged her nipples, then slid my hands down the front of her to her hips. I licked a line from the bottom of my element to the top of hers, causing her to scream, “Fuck!”
I barely heard Major breathe, “Let a lot of venom cover the elements, then flatten your tongue as you lick all of them.”
I did as told, and as soon as my flattened tongue ran up her spine, she shuddered violently as she came. Holy fuck. That's so hot.
I kept licking as I brought one of my hands to her slit. She was drenched. I easily slid three fingers in knuckle deep, then twisted them as I pressed harder with my flattened tongue. She came again as she cried out, “Shit! Touch so good. Inside deep... more... My Char!”
I didn't even let her get calmed before I slid my head between her thighs to lick up the sweet nectar she had released. As I reached her core, I inserted my fingers again, then brought one to rim her rear entrance. I flicked her clit, then flattened my tongue against it as I slipped two fingers in her ass.
With both my hands and my mouth working, soon she was screaming for me to let her cum. I bit down on her clit, and she flooded me with her sweet nectar almost instantly. Between her feelings and mine, it was enough to make me cum with her.
I cleaned her of every drop as I took in her feelings. Her storm had cleared. The water's surface was smooth and clear, with the color back to a Caribbean Blue. The wind was now a gentle breeze, and the clouds were wisps of gray-blue.
Suddenly I felt her feelings change, so I knew my time was at an end. Fire, white hot, was now at her forefront. She needed Peter. I climbed out from under her, then walked to Major's side. He took the blindfold from her eyes, then handed it to me.
Before I could return it to the table, Major grabbed my face and licked Sweetness' juices from it. The floor shook as a heavy wind rushed through the room. I looked to see her eyes flash a shocking jade green.
“Isabella. Stop. It. Now.” Major growled. “Ya will not use your powers against me in my own playroom.”
She whimpered before crying, “ I-I'm s-so so-sorry. I c-can't he-help it. My Char. My Major. Not to-touch.”
I realised I had my hand in his hair, so I dropped it quickly. The fire raged in her, boiling to the surface, so I said, “Sir. She needs Peter quickly, Major, or we'll end up with a fire. She's raging at our touch, so she needs Peter to help her release it. Unbound.”
He relaxed minutely, “I know, I just couldn't resist tastin' her on ya. Stand in Peter's former position. Peter unbind her.”
He looked deeply into Sweetness' eyes while saying slowly, “I only touched your Char so that I could lick your essence from her face. It's not my turn to touch ya yet, and I couldn't resist gettin' to taste ya. You're sweeter than ya've ever been, in scent and taste. Do ya understand?”
She was gasping for breath through her tears, then whimpered, “Y-Yes, Sir. I'm s-sorry, Sir. It hits me b-before I have a cha-ance to stop i-it.”
I was in Peter's old position next to the head of the bed as Peter finished unbinding her.
PPOV:
Little One was still on her knees when I finished unbindin' her glorious body from the ceilin'. I heard Major say that he was gonna project while I was with her. This would let me feel everythin' she did, which I was glad for. I needed to know how to help her best. I took a deep breath before nodding.
A rush of fiery need filled me so completely that I almost cried out. There's so much need. I knelt in front of her, liftin’ her chin so I could look into her eyes. Seein’ ‘em closer was truly an experience. Swirlin' and blendin', utterly glitterin' with power. She's exquisite.
I said the first thing that my instincts felt. “Little One, I need ya. I need ya to show me. Take me and make me yours. Give into the flames and smother me in your heat. Please, Little One. I need ya to show me.”
I was beggin’ as my hands slid up her thighs to grasp her hips. The look in her eyes changed, then she lifted her tiny hands into my hair, grippin' the strands tightly. I moaned as she said seductively, “You want to feel me, don't you, Peter? You want me to touch you and kiss you.... wrap myself around you and fuck you.”
She tightened her grip before jerking my head a bit. “Don't you, Peter?”
I whimpered, “Yes, Little One. Please! The passion... let it all out on me. Smother me in it. Please! Oh, God.”
The feelin's inside her... I was already drownin' in the white heat she was feelin', yet she hadn't even touched me. She let one of her hands scratch down the back of my head and neck before she grabbed my neck over my Adam's apple to whisper against my lips, “So be it.”
And then her eyes sparkled with more red. She crushed her lips to mine while still holdin' my neck tightly. She bit my bottom lip, making me whimper in need. She let loose of my hair as she deepened the kiss, but I whimpered again at the loss of feelin'.
I could smell her arousal, so I tightened my grip on her hips, pullin' her flush against me. Her free hand went to my neck also, then she was holdin' tightly with both hands. If I were human, I'd be chokin', but it just felt so good to me. Her kiss was killin' me with passion, yet all I could do was beg for more. Her nails scratched down my chest and abs, around to my back, then she pressed her fingers deeply into my element as her other hand dug down my spine. I arched and cried out in pleasure at the dual sensation as she broke the kiss, gaspin', then bit down on my neck roughly.
She pushed down on my shoulders, so I dropped onto my ass on the bed. She wrapped her legs around me, causin' my cock to throb as she ground down against it. I growled in need for her, but she laughed sexily in response, “We're just beginnin', Baby. There's so much more.”
The fire and heat in her feelin's doubled as she rolled her hips against the length of my cock. My hands shot to her hips as I thrust up, to get closer, makin' her growl. She actually fuckin' growled. Hell, that's hot.
She said, “So so much, Peter. The passion... the heat is burning me from the inside.” She lifted herself to center over my cock, “You need to be inside me to fully feel it. So deep inside me, Peter.”
Then she dropped down fully on my thick cock. I cried out as the sensation of her tight, wet, heat engulfed me. The heat was flarin', the flames lickin' out from the point where we were connected, flickin' my bones and burnin' my cells in the most delicious way. I cried out again, then whimpered, “So fuckin' much, Little One. So much heat, so tight, and so fuckin' wet.”
I wrapped my arms tightly around her hips and brought her flush to my chest. I thrust deeply into her as I kissed her with all the passion I felt for her.
We both cried out as the flames of our passion spread like a wildfire. I flipped her onto her back quickly, bringin' her legs up my chest while grabbin' her ass tightly, then thrust into her scorchin' heat balls deep. She screamed out, “Oh shit. Yes! Fuck, you're so deep. More, Peter...”
I growled and thrust again, causin' her walls to pulse around my cock as she whimpered. I grabbed her ankles, spread her wide for my view, sayin', “Rub your clit, Little One. Let me watch ya play with yaself as I make ya cum on my cock. I'm gonna make ya cum so hard ya soak me in your sweet honey.”
She braced an arm against the bed and brought her hand down her body, moanin' as she reached her breast. I thrust deep, rotatin' my hips just as she tugged her tight nipple, makin' her scream in pleasure. “That's it, Little One. Scream for me.”
She brought her hand down further. As she flattened it against her lower abdomen, I angled my hips just right to thrust deeply again, hittin' her g-spot roughly. Her walls immediately fluttered and tightened around me, chokin' my cock while floodin' us both with her fluids, “Fucking Christ! Peter! Ahh... YES!”
Her hand went to her clit to pinch it while she was still cummin'. I growled at the sight, thrustin' to hit her g-spot again. As soon as she started releasin' again, I thrust several times, repeatedly rotating my hips when I was fully sheathed. I was so fuckin' deep inside her. She was pantin', cummin', and cryin' out. I growled, “Fuuck, you're so hot... so wet for me. Your drenched li'l pussy is clampin' so tight down on my cock. Shit, Little One. Fuck, cum for me one more time. I'm gonna cum so deep in your pussy. FUCK!”
We both came, her eyes flashin' red as white heat engulfed us both, us screamin' out in our orgasms.
When my orgasm subsided, I gently withdrew from her, then crawled down her body. I wanted to make sure she didn't tear, but I also wanted to taste her. She watched me with hooded eyes when my fingers parted her folds gently. I smiled as I leaned in to kiss her clit. No healing needed, and she tasted delectable. I licked her gently, gatherin' any trace of us I could find, consumin' it with pride. I made her feel good.
Her emotions had settled. The flames had died down to glowin' embers, the heat stabilizing to her normal body temperature. The taste of her today was ten times more than it was yesterday. More intense, more sweetness, more of her cycle with it... just more. Nectar from the Gods.
When I was done cleanin' her, her emotions changed, swirlin', and I knew what was happenin'. I looked directly into her eyes, “Little One, look at me.”
She did, then I saw exactly what I had expected. The silver of her eyes was frantically swirlin', the red streaks tanglin', gettin' caught up and twisted in the storm of her eyes. No blue or green specks, but the multicolored ring was still intact.
My eyes snapped to the Major, widenin'. He needed in here with me quickly. I pulled her up onto her knees as Major said, “Charlotte ya won't be able to participate right now, but ya may watch and use any toy ya wish. Ya may cum as many times as ya wish during the rest of the session."
She gratefully said, “Thank you, Major,” before rushing to get a toy.
I turned Little One so I was flush against her back, then Major brought himself flush against her chest. My hands glided up and down her thighs, hips and ribs. Major took her face in his hands to look deeply at her eyes.
MWPOV:
I looked intently at her eyes. They were glorious, but frantic and chaotic. With my hands still on either side of her face, I said, “Isabella. You're losin' your grip. Slow Down. Take deep breaths. Slow. Deep. Breaths. Now, do ya know what ya need from me, Isabella?”
She whimpered, then slowly whispered, “No, Sir. I just... I need all of you. Major and My Peter. Need to feel all of you. Need help... make the tornado slow down. I can't see everything inside it... there's so much, Sir. I need to see what's inside, but it won't... slow down... too fast... too fast... slow down...”
What? Inside the tornado? Shit!
“Isabella, listen to me right now. Don't concentrate on the tornado's speed. As Peter and I take care of ya, the tornado will slow, then you’ll be able to see. Just let it go for now. Let it go. Concentrate on centerin' your emotions on me and Peter. Just Major and Peter. Do ya understand, Isabella?”
She shook her head like she was tryin' to clear it, “Just Major and Peter... Major and Peter, Sir. Yes.”
I felt her relax a bit as Peter's hands resumed their movement along her sides. I glided my hands from her knees up the front of her body, gently squeezin' and grippin' random parts of her until I reached the tops of her thighs. I slipped one hand to her center as the other continued it's movements up her stomach.
Tracin' her folds, I slipped a finger against her flesh before breathin' into her neck, “You're exquisite, Isabella. Ya have no idea what ya do to me. I need ya just as much as Jasper does, Isabella. I need every bit of ya. Every cell in your body belongs to me. Did ya know that?”
She whimpered, “Yes, Sir. I'm yours completely. Yours for eternity. Do with me what you will. I love you, Major. My Major. Please, more...”
She moaned as my fingers on either hand found her clit and nipple at the same time, tuggin' on each. “Mmm, yes.”
Peter had inserted his fingers in her core, and at the same time, I flicked her clit while lickin' the valley between her beautiful breasts.
She arched and moaned as I felt the tornado of emotion in her slow the smallest fraction. I sucked her nipple in my mouth to twirl my tongue around it, tappin' her clit lightly as Peter curled his fingers inside her. She was pantin', then cried out, “Shit, so close. Please, Major. Please make me cum. I need to cum, Sir. Oh God!”
I nodded to Peter, who looked like he needed to cum, too. At the same time as I tugged hard on a nipple and pinched her clit, Peter curled his fingers inside her and thrust two fingers deep in her ass, then we both bit hard on her shoulders. We released the bites before flattenin' our tongues the marks, causin' her to flood our hands while screamin' our names.
She was beggin' for more before she even came down from her orgasm. Peter and I both needed to be inside her. Peter was a slight bit thicker than me, so I had him lay down on the bed. Isabella crawled on top of him, then they kissed as I stroked his length a few times. God, I missed his cock.
As she started to sit back, I positioned Peter's cock, so she slid down fully with a long moan. I guided her hips for a few moments, then once they were comfortable with more, I molded myself to her back as my fingers massaged her rear entrance, “Isabella, let me take ya. Let me fuck ya here. Let me guide ya.”
She whimpered with a nod in response.
As soon as I was fully sheathed in her, I felt her tornado of emotions slow considerably. “Ungh, so good.”
Peter and I began to move as we wove our fingers together on her hips, keepin' ‘em stable. As I would thrust, Peter would pull back, but our mate soon started pantin' for more. She was a vision.
We were all close to cummin' when Peter and I started thrustin' in together. Isabella cried out, “Oh shit, please! I need you both to bite me, please. I need it so bad... I'm so close. Fuck, pleasepleaseplease. OH, HELL! YES!”
We both bit down hard, then we all came moanin' and cryin' out each others names. It was insanely intense, takin' several minutes for the three of us to even start calmin'.
Her emotions had stabilized, the tornado dyin' down to a light breeze. Peter knew what to do, “Little One, can I see your eyes please?”
Just as soon as she looked at him, I could feel her emotions shift. A tree came shootin' up from the ground outside.
Holy shit!
JPOV:
Holy shit!
Major's words echoed in my mind as he shoved me to the forefront, and I fully agreed with the sentiment. I picked her up in my arms quickly, saying, “Darlin', I'm here. Shh. Let's all get out of here. The cleanup can wait.”
I saw Char looked spent, but worried. Peter picked her up, then we all went back to the bedroom. I leaned against the headboard with my sweet girl wrapped around me tightly, whispering my love for her. I could feel her emotions switching rapidly, so I picked her chin up to look into her eyes.
They were pure jade green, but now had a silver/red/blue swirling blend outer ring. There were no specks or strands of color in the green.
“Darlin, listen to me. I know you're going through something right now, and I'm here to keep you grounded and safe. Tell me how I can help you,” I whispered, hoping I could reach her. She shook her head, tried to speak, shook her head again, then cleared her throat.
When she spoke, her throat was raw and her voice was broken, “I need the rest of those bottles we left in the playroom. There's so much in here.”
She pressed both of her palms to her temples. “It's in here, and I need to see it. But the flashes are too fast. I need you to do what we did in the truck. Please. I need you to ground and center me so I can see.”
Her eyes flickered like she was trying to catch something flying passed her face. “I need you inside me this time. Just being in your arms won't be enough. Peter and Char need to sit so they can wrap their arms around us. They can't break the circle once I start. One set of their hands has to cover my elements, the other set has to be on yours. Every emotion in the room has to flow to me, but they all need to gear towards keeping me grounded. No negative emotions. It will hinder the progress.”
Char had already come back with the liqueurs, so she handed one to Bella. “Here Sweetness.”
Our Bella drank each bottle that Char handed her, as Char and Peter got onto the bed on either side of us. When she was done, she took a deep breath, then said softly, “I know we've been through a lot already today, and I know you're worried about me. This is the process I have to go through, though. Nothing will happen to me while I'm with all of my mates. Physically or emotionally. I want to check the bonds with all of you before we do this, then I need chocolate to represent the four of us. Jasper, you'll need to feed them to me in order of my elements... me, you, Peter, then Char. I need venom from each of you too. Two teaspoons of each put into your respective waters, then 1 each in my water, plus 2 of the Chambord.”
I saw each of them nod, but they stayed silent, knowing I had more to say. “I know this is a lot, but it has to be done this way. The chocolates go first. Don't give me any water before the chocolates are finished. When they are done, the water needs to be given backwards in order... Char, Peter, Jazz, then finally me. Any of you can kiss me any time you feel the need, but don't kiss my lips. That's important. Not my lips. Peter and Char, you need to keep your hands on our elements, but Jazz, you need to caress my skin or hold me close throughout the process, even while feeding me. Do any of you have any questions before we get ready?”
Game on.
“Isabella, do ya know where ya are? Ya may answer aloud.” Let's see how she's doin'.
I go stand in front of her where she's bound naked to my cross. I don't worry about Peter and Charlotte, ‘cuz they know this is the most important time they've been in this room. They'll stay in their waitin' position.
I take Isabella's chin between my fingers, lookin’ her directly in the eyes. They're glitterin’ silver with a swirlin' multicolored ring of shockin' red, blue, and green. There are deep flecks of those three colors throughout the silver. They look like a starburst, and they're glorious. “Isabella, concentrate for me. Do ya know where ya are? Answer aloud.”
She darts her eyes around the room before I see some recognition. “Y-Yes, Major Whitlock. I'm with you in your playroom in Texas. Am I in trouble, Sir?”
How much does she remember?
“Tell me what ya remember of today's events, Isabella. Let's see if we can fill in the blanks.”
She clears her throat; I give her a moment to think. I feel fear and worry comin' from Peter and Charlotte, so I call 'em to kneel near me. They come immediately, then return to their waitin' positions.
Such good submissives.
I run my fingers through their hair as I send 'em calm and reassurance.
I bring my full attention back to Isabella, then she speaks softly, “I remember now... the shower, the pain of healing, not being able to speak because my throat was raw. I was writing and Jasper was talking. Then Jasper wrote down the answer to what I asked. I didn't follow my instincts as he asked me to when they first started. I just held her and tried to talk her back. If I would have... I should have looked first. I could have saved time and... and gotten... to her sooner... I didn't listen... she looked so broken when I found her in the chair in her mind. I told her what was happening and we did so good in healing me... in healing us... and the claiming words she said were beautiful. Beautiful as the Goddess colors. We parted ways, then I centered to come back, but instead I was with the Goddesses. Four goddesses became one, and I am she. Four goddesses became one.”
She zoned for a second, but I caught it, “Isabella, focus. Look at my eyes. Tell me, do ya remember why we're in the playroom?”
She nodded and immediately said slowly, “Four goddesses became one... and the power is too great. The one will need help... the help of her three. Here... because I need... the outlet... or the powers will... take over.”
She was startin’ to struggle with her words, so I knew we needed to move forward. “Peter make sure the bindings are secure. Charlotte bring me the liqueurs and glass. Now.”
Both of ‘em rushed to do my biddin', so I looked at Isabella. “Isabella, ya will drink these now, then we'll take care of the outlet. Ya must drink all of what I give ya. Do ya understand?”
The swirlin' in her eyes got worse as she said, “Ye-es, Sir.”
I held my hand out; Charlotte placed the first full glass in it. I held the big straw to Isabella's lips, then she immediately began drinkin'. A minute later I heard the sound of her suckin’ air through the straw. I held the glass back out toward Charlotte, who filled it with the next liqueur. We continued this process for 6 ½ minutes, until all of the liqueurs had been consumed. “Isabella, ya did well. Now do ya know how you're feelin'? Can ya explain to me what's happenin'?”
She shook her head, “I can't, Sir. I don't know how to explain what's happening, but it's out of control. Not myself. Not my skin. Someone else's. Foreign. Other. Need help. Make it mine again. Please, Major.”
I walked to the instrument table and picked up the ridin’ crop. I walked back, holdin’ it up in front of her. “This is a ridin’ crop, Isabella. It can be used for pleasure or pain. In which do ya wish for it to be used?”
Her eyes widened. “Whatever you wish, Sir.”
Very good, My Mate. “Good answer, Isabella. Luckily ya don't need punishment as of now, so ya get to have the crop for pleasure.”
I drew the crop slowly down her throat, around the whole of both breasts, then flipped it lightly against her left nipple. She bit her bottom lip to suppress her moan. I swatted the same nipple a bit harder, “None of that, Isabella. Do ya not remember the rules? State ‘em for me.”
She started, “Only call you Major or Sir, all answers will be verbal, do as I'm told or there will be repercussions for disobeying, keep my emotions open to you, don't hold back my noises or sounds... you want to hear them... and keep eye contact with you.”
I flipped the crop a little harder against her right nipple, sayin’ as she moaned, “Let that be your only reminder about keepin' your sounds from my ears. Also, for today's session, while you're with either Peter or Charlotte, ya will keep eye contact with 'em, but keep your ears open to listen for my instructions. Do ya understand?”
She nodded quickly, “Yes, Sir. No more reminders. Keep eye contact with Peter or Charlotte if they are with me, and always keep my ears focused for your instructions, Sir.”
I stepped back a fraction while askin’ pointedly, “Are you ready to begin, Isabella?”
Her eyes brightened, “Yes. Thank you, Sir.”
I walked the whole front span of the cross, flickin' and glidin' the crop in many different places for her to get a feel for it. She was lightly pantin', her moans increasin'. “Let me see how we're doin', Isabella.”
I glided two fingers from her entrance to her clit, causin' her to cry out wordlessly. “You're very wet, My Pet. Would ya like more?”
Without hesitation, she panted, “Please, Sir.”
Without lookin’ away from Isabella, I stated, "The flogger would work quicker, doncha think, Peter?”
He kept his head down, but answered, “Yes, Major.”
I handed him the crop and said, “Bring me the red and black flogger with the fur and leather falls.”
When he returned a second later and resumed his position with the flogger held out, I said, “Good, Peter. Ya may watch with Charlotte, but stay silent.”
I returned to Isabella. Without showin' it to her, I flicked it against her thigh lightly. She moaned beautifully, so I did it again on the other thigh, a little harder this time. She arched her back and moaned louder. “Do ya like my flogger, Isabella?”
I flicked it so only the very ends would snap against the side of her ass, causin' her to groan, “Yes, Sir. Black sting and red soft. Feel good together.”
She was at her base level, revertin' to sensory answers. Step it up, Major.
I snapped it against both of her breasts and just above her mound. She was whimperin', moanin' in pleasure. I could see the combination of her cycle blood and arousal leakin' down her inner thighs. She was very aroused indeed.
“Peter, help Charlotte reverse Isabella's position. I want her glorious ass in my view and feelin' my flogger. When the two of ya are done, stand on either side of her.”
They did as asked quickly, so I said, “For every time the flogger touches her skin, ya each get to tug or twist on the nipple closest to ya. Vary your pressure and method.”
I flicked the flogger against her ass so the ends would snap decently. “Ahh. Mmm.”
I flicked in rapid succession several times in different spots, but Peter and Charlotte easily kept pace. She cried out in pleasure, and moaned at the nipple tuggin'. Several more against her thighs and back, then she was pantin' for breath. Her whole back side was a beautiful shade, and her arousal had reach her knees, floodin' from her heavily.
I told Peter to carry her to the adjustable bondage chair and get her hooked in. I had Charlotte to adjust the back of the chair to lay down, then stand next to Isabella's head. Once Isabella was in position, I said, “Isabella, would ya like someone to taste your arousal blood again? Ya may say no if ya wish.”
She pleaded, “Yes, please, Sir. Oh, yes.”
With permission outta the way, I told Peter to spread her legs wide and take his time. Then I directed Isabella to watch as Charlotte serviced me.
Her eyes flared pure green as the floor suddenly shook. Whoa. Not a good idea. “Isabella calm yaself and tell me why ya did that this instant.”
My voice was stern, but I was worried. She panted as Peter continued his slow licks to clean her thighs, “Major... hasn't touched me... nobody... should touch... Major... Ahh...”
This is because I’ve not claimed her. Jasper might have, but I haven't. “Isabella, are your instincts tellin' ya that I'm not to be touched by any but you right now?”
She whimpered, then panted, “Yes... Sir.... No one touch... Mmm.”
Peter had reached her core, but was lickin' the outside of her folds and nippin' ‘em, not delvin' deeper. He was moanin' at the pleasure of her taste, which I couldn't blame him for. “Ya will try to use words next time, Isabella. Do not let your powers loose in my playroom.”
She responded immediately in a shaky tone, “Y-yesss, Major Whit-(gasp)-lock.”
She looked at Char pleadingly, and I saw her lick her lips, “Charlotte why don't ya straddle Isabella's face instead. She looks a might bit thirsty.”
Charlotte positioned her legs on either side of Isabella's head before rollin' her hips. Isabella immediately began nippin' and suckin' up Charlotte's thighs. I wanted to cum at just the sight of it. Isabella kept pullin' against the restraints, gettin' frustrated. “Peter, now. Charlotte grab her hair tightly and ride her tongue.”
I unzipped my leather pants and brought my cock out, strokin' a few times to relieve some pressure.
Peter bit down on her clit while thrustin' 3 fingers deeply into her, and Charlotte was ridin' her tongue as she cried out. Isabella moaned into Charlotte's wet core until Peter released his bite, twirlin' his venom soaked tongue on the teeth marks.
She cried out as she came, fire streakin’ through the grass in a line outside the window, then rain pouring from the brand new cloud above the fire. The room glowed with a swirlin' red and blue light, with her strainin' against the restraints, buryin' her face deeper into Charlotte's cummin' pussy.
Holy shit.
When she came down, I released Charlotte to her waitin' position next to me while Peter cleaned Isabella's juices from her. I returned him to his position as I went to the head of the chair. “Open your eyes for me, Isabella.”
Her eyes snapped open, instantly lockin' on mine. They were still the same. “Isabella, can ya tell me if ya need anythin' specific?”
If she can tell me in words, she'll probably come back to herself quicker, since I'll be able to take care of those needs faster.
She looked at me pleadingly... and scared. “Isabella, there's no need to be scared in this room. I and the others are here to take care of ya. The better I know your needs right now, the better we can meet those needs. Now, tell me what ya need, Isabella.”
She looked like she wanted to cry, but was unable to let the tears fall. “H-Hard to. Sir... spank of the outside. Sweetness... touched on soft place. Little One... burning with heat inside. Isabella... and Little One. Darlin' held all better. All better... Fixed... Fix it, please, Major.”
She was pantin' and gaspin' for air when she finished, but I knew now exactly what she needed. I unstrapped her from the chair, puttin' it back in an upright position as I said, “We're gonna work on all those needs in the order ya just put ‘em in, Isabella. Stay here until I call for ya.”
I walked over the edge of the bed to take my leather pants off. That had been the only thing I was wearin', so I was now nude. Peter and Charlotte had stripped before they came in the room. I sat at the edge of the bed, took a breath, then called her. “Isabella, come.”
She stood up, then came directly to me. She followed direction, so she doesn't want punishment. Pleasure spankin' it is. “Do ya remember your spankin' position on my lap, Isabella?”
She nodded, her eyes brightenin’, the silver swirlin’. “Yes, Sir. Would you allow me to assume it?”
I nodded, then she hurried to place herself over my lap, ass up and ready. Her ass was still a nice pale pink from the flogger, so no warm up necessary. “Isabella, do ya remember your safe word?”
Immediately, she replied, “Yes, Sir. If I can not go on, I say red.”
I nodded in finality, “Good girl.. I'm addin' another one to that. If I'm pushin' your limits and ya need me to slow down, say yellow. If ya need me to stop, say red. Do ya understand?”
She wiggled in my lap a bit while recitin', “Yes, Major. A stop light. Yellow... slow down... be careful. Red... stop... no more.”
Shit. Sensory answers again.
“Let's get started, Isabella. You're to count aloud. Ya will voice your pleasure, and ya will not cum unless I give ya permission. Are ya ready?”
With a nod, “Yes, Sir,” she said immediately.
I started at a level halfway between her warm up and punishment spanking from the field. That seemed to be right where she needed me. By 10 she was moanin' her numbers. By 20 she was pantin'. By 30 her arousal had spilled down her thighs to her knees again, and by 38, she was beggin' to -and cryin' for me to let her- cum. At 45, I told her she could cum, and she did... and did again.
I felt her need change, and knew the spankin' was complete. I picked her up, carryin' her to the soft place... the bed. I left her unbound, but had Peter stand at the head of the bed on one side, while I stood on the other. I told Charlotte she could join Isabella, then said, “Isabella, Charlotte... let your instincts guide ya. Ya may both cum as needed.”
Charlotte sat between Isabella's parted feet, then slowly let her fingers glide up Isabella's arches, ankles, and calves. Then she stopped to look at me. “May I please have a silk blindfold and the ostrich feather, Major?”
I nodded to Peter, who was back in less than two seconds, handing both to Charlotte. She handed blindfold to me. “Will you do the honors, Sir?”
I took the blindfold from Charlotte and placed it on Isabella.
CPOV:
Major had just put the blindfold on Sweetness, and it was my turn. I looked to him for permission, so he nodded. I crawled up her body to straddle her waist, making sure my skin never touched hers, then slowly drew the ostrich feather down her neck. She gasped and tried to arch into the sensation, but I pulled the feather back. “Be still, Sweetness. Just let the feelings take you. Let me take care of you. Let everything you feel wash through you... through your every cell... and I will show you an ocean of pleasure.”
She moaned, but stayed still. I let the tips of the feather tickle the hollow of her throat, then drew a line down the center of her breasts with my fingertips teasingly. She gasped again, then moaned long and low. She whispered softly, “That's my Char.”
It was said in a way that she knew the difference between my touch and the feather. She welcomed my touch.
I drew teasing circles around her breasts with the feather, never getting too near her nipples, watching them tighten in anticipation. She sighed and widened her legs a bit underneath me. I so wanted to taste her nectar again, but this is about making sure we guide her through this. I coated the pads of my thumb and index finger in my venom, then lightly tugged her tight tips with them. She whimpered, “So good.”
I whispered too low for her to hear, “Major, may I feel her emotions during this so I know how to guide her through?”
He nodded, “Prepare yourself.”
I took a deep breath, then suddenly felt a whole shit-storm of emotions that weren't mine. They are so strong. My eyes widened impossibly as I looked into the Major's eyes. He nodded. He understood. We have to help her.
She was a storm on the ocean... the island water dark and churning in all directions, thunder clapping, lightening streaking the sky almost constantly, with the wind howling and raging in the storm.
I brought my attention back to her, saying, “Sweetness, you need to let everything flow through you. I know you’re holding back... so does the Major. You know he will punish you if you hold back. Let it flow. Center yourself and let go. Let me guide you.”
As soon as the last word left my lips, I let my fingertips draw lines down the tops of both breasts to her nipples, then pinched them lightly. I felt her let go, crying out. She whimpered for more. “Your touch... not feather... more.”
I gave the feather to Peter, then took her gently by the wrists. I brought her hands up behind her head, where Major wrapped them in the silk scarf at the center of the headboard. I smiled down at her, then let my fingers glide down the insides of her arms, to the sensitive spot on the sides of both her breasts. She whimpered, “Oh, God,” as I tweaked her nipples again.
She cried out, to which I nodded. I moved down her legs, letting her feel my body sliding down hers; she moaned loudly, “More, please. Touch... so much touch.”
The storm calmed a tiny bit as she felt me, her words and emotions letting me know what she needed. I said lowly, but so she could hear, “Major, I know what she needs, now. The ceiling ring above us. On her knees, but the chain pulled tight enough that it makes her stretch.”
Major nodded before letting the chain down from the ceiling.
As I helped Sweetness into position, Major hooked her wrist rings onto the chain, telling her to hold it. She did, then Major told Peter to adjust the length of the chain. Peter brought the chain taut before hooking it back to the ceiling.
Sweetness was on her knees in the center of the bed, facing the headboard, knees spread wide, back extended and arms stretched taut over her head. I nodded at Major as I felt the storm clam a little more. I came up behind her, pulled her hair up into a messy bun, then secured it with the rubber band on my wrist. I had a feeling she would need it when I heard we would be in here.
I brought myself flush against her, hearing her gasp in response. She moaned as I brought my trailing hands up her sides, then cupped her breasts. “That's it, Sweetness. Let me know how I make you feel. Moan for me... whimper and beg for me. I'll give you everything you need,” I whispered into her ear, then flicked my tongue against the lobe.
She whimpered, arching her neck toward me. She smelled so fuckin' good. I let my tongue trail down the vein in her neck before nipping her at the juncture of her shoulder. She cried out, and her storm eased a hair more. As I nipped down her spine, I tugged her nipples, then slid my hands down the front of her to her hips. I licked a line from the bottom of my element to the top of hers, causing her to scream, “Fuck!”
I barely heard Major breathe, “Let a lot of venom cover the elements, then flatten your tongue as you lick all of them.”
I did as told, and as soon as my flattened tongue ran up her spine, she shuddered violently as she came. Holy fuck. That's so hot.
I kept licking as I brought one of my hands to her slit. She was drenched. I easily slid three fingers in knuckle deep, then twisted them as I pressed harder with my flattened tongue. She came again as she cried out, “Shit! Touch so good. Inside deep... more... My Char!”
I didn't even let her get calmed before I slid my head between her thighs to lick up the sweet nectar she had released. As I reached her core, I inserted my fingers again, then brought one to rim her rear entrance. I flicked her clit, then flattened my tongue against it as I slipped two fingers in her ass.
With both my hands and my mouth working, soon she was screaming for me to let her cum. I bit down on her clit, and she flooded me with her sweet nectar almost instantly. Between her feelings and mine, it was enough to make me cum with her.
I cleaned her of every drop as I took in her feelings. Her storm had cleared. The water's surface was smooth and clear, with the color back to a Caribbean Blue. The wind was now a gentle breeze, and the clouds were wisps of gray-blue.
Suddenly I felt her feelings change, so I knew my time was at an end. Fire, white hot, was now at her forefront. She needed Peter. I climbed out from under her, then walked to Major's side. He took the blindfold from her eyes, then handed it to me.
Before I could return it to the table, Major grabbed my face and licked Sweetness' juices from it. The floor shook as a heavy wind rushed through the room. I looked to see her eyes flash a shocking jade green.
“Isabella. Stop. It. Now.” Major growled. “Ya will not use your powers against me in my own playroom.”
She whimpered before crying, “ I-I'm s-so so-sorry. I c-can't he-help it. My Char. My Major. Not to-touch.”
I realised I had my hand in his hair, so I dropped it quickly. The fire raged in her, boiling to the surface, so I said, “Sir. She needs Peter quickly, Major, or we'll end up with a fire. She's raging at our touch, so she needs Peter to help her release it. Unbound.”
He relaxed minutely, “I know, I just couldn't resist tastin' her on ya. Stand in Peter's former position. Peter unbind her.”
He looked deeply into Sweetness' eyes while saying slowly, “I only touched your Char so that I could lick your essence from her face. It's not my turn to touch ya yet, and I couldn't resist gettin' to taste ya. You're sweeter than ya've ever been, in scent and taste. Do ya understand?”
She was gasping for breath through her tears, then whimpered, “Y-Yes, Sir. I'm s-sorry, Sir. It hits me b-before I have a cha-ance to stop i-it.”
I was in Peter's old position next to the head of the bed as Peter finished unbinding her.
PPOV:
Little One was still on her knees when I finished unbindin' her glorious body from the ceilin'. I heard Major say that he was gonna project while I was with her. This would let me feel everythin' she did, which I was glad for. I needed to know how to help her best. I took a deep breath before nodding.
A rush of fiery need filled me so completely that I almost cried out. There's so much need. I knelt in front of her, liftin’ her chin so I could look into her eyes. Seein’ ‘em closer was truly an experience. Swirlin' and blendin', utterly glitterin' with power. She's exquisite.
I said the first thing that my instincts felt. “Little One, I need ya. I need ya to show me. Take me and make me yours. Give into the flames and smother me in your heat. Please, Little One. I need ya to show me.”
I was beggin’ as my hands slid up her thighs to grasp her hips. The look in her eyes changed, then she lifted her tiny hands into my hair, grippin' the strands tightly. I moaned as she said seductively, “You want to feel me, don't you, Peter? You want me to touch you and kiss you.... wrap myself around you and fuck you.”
She tightened her grip before jerking my head a bit. “Don't you, Peter?”
I whimpered, “Yes, Little One. Please! The passion... let it all out on me. Smother me in it. Please! Oh, God.”
The feelin's inside her... I was already drownin' in the white heat she was feelin', yet she hadn't even touched me. She let one of her hands scratch down the back of my head and neck before she grabbed my neck over my Adam's apple to whisper against my lips, “So be it.”
And then her eyes sparkled with more red. She crushed her lips to mine while still holdin' my neck tightly. She bit my bottom lip, making me whimper in need. She let loose of my hair as she deepened the kiss, but I whimpered again at the loss of feelin'.
I could smell her arousal, so I tightened my grip on her hips, pullin' her flush against me. Her free hand went to my neck also, then she was holdin' tightly with both hands. If I were human, I'd be chokin', but it just felt so good to me. Her kiss was killin' me with passion, yet all I could do was beg for more. Her nails scratched down my chest and abs, around to my back, then she pressed her fingers deeply into my element as her other hand dug down my spine. I arched and cried out in pleasure at the dual sensation as she broke the kiss, gaspin', then bit down on my neck roughly.
She pushed down on my shoulders, so I dropped onto my ass on the bed. She wrapped her legs around me, causin' my cock to throb as she ground down against it. I growled in need for her, but she laughed sexily in response, “We're just beginnin', Baby. There's so much more.”
The fire and heat in her feelin's doubled as she rolled her hips against the length of my cock. My hands shot to her hips as I thrust up, to get closer, makin' her growl. She actually fuckin' growled. Hell, that's hot.
She said, “So so much, Peter. The passion... the heat is burning me from the inside.” She lifted herself to center over my cock, “You need to be inside me to fully feel it. So deep inside me, Peter.”
Then she dropped down fully on my thick cock. I cried out as the sensation of her tight, wet, heat engulfed me. The heat was flarin', the flames lickin' out from the point where we were connected, flickin' my bones and burnin' my cells in the most delicious way. I cried out again, then whimpered, “So fuckin' much, Little One. So much heat, so tight, and so fuckin' wet.”
I wrapped my arms tightly around her hips and brought her flush to my chest. I thrust deeply into her as I kissed her with all the passion I felt for her.
We both cried out as the flames of our passion spread like a wildfire. I flipped her onto her back quickly, bringin' her legs up my chest while grabbin' her ass tightly, then thrust into her scorchin' heat balls deep. She screamed out, “Oh shit. Yes! Fuck, you're so deep. More, Peter...”
I growled and thrust again, causin' her walls to pulse around my cock as she whimpered. I grabbed her ankles, spread her wide for my view, sayin', “Rub your clit, Little One. Let me watch ya play with yaself as I make ya cum on my cock. I'm gonna make ya cum so hard ya soak me in your sweet honey.”
She braced an arm against the bed and brought her hand down her body, moanin' as she reached her breast. I thrust deep, rotatin' my hips just as she tugged her tight nipple, makin' her scream in pleasure. “That's it, Little One. Scream for me.”
She brought her hand down further. As she flattened it against her lower abdomen, I angled my hips just right to thrust deeply again, hittin' her g-spot roughly. Her walls immediately fluttered and tightened around me, chokin' my cock while floodin' us both with her fluids, “Fucking Christ! Peter! Ahh... YES!”
Her hand went to her clit to pinch it while she was still cummin'. I growled at the sight, thrustin' to hit her g-spot again. As soon as she started releasin' again, I thrust several times, repeatedly rotating my hips when I was fully sheathed. I was so fuckin' deep inside her. She was pantin', cummin', and cryin' out. I growled, “Fuuck, you're so hot... so wet for me. Your drenched li'l pussy is clampin' so tight down on my cock. Shit, Little One. Fuck, cum for me one more time. I'm gonna cum so deep in your pussy. FUCK!”
We both came, her eyes flashin' red as white heat engulfed us both, us screamin' out in our orgasms.
When my orgasm subsided, I gently withdrew from her, then crawled down her body. I wanted to make sure she didn't tear, but I also wanted to taste her. She watched me with hooded eyes when my fingers parted her folds gently. I smiled as I leaned in to kiss her clit. No healing needed, and she tasted delectable. I licked her gently, gatherin' any trace of us I could find, consumin' it with pride. I made her feel good.
Her emotions had settled. The flames had died down to glowin' embers, the heat stabilizing to her normal body temperature. The taste of her today was ten times more than it was yesterday. More intense, more sweetness, more of her cycle with it... just more. Nectar from the Gods.
When I was done cleanin' her, her emotions changed, swirlin', and I knew what was happenin'. I looked directly into her eyes, “Little One, look at me.”
She did, then I saw exactly what I had expected. The silver of her eyes was frantically swirlin', the red streaks tanglin', gettin' caught up and twisted in the storm of her eyes. No blue or green specks, but the multicolored ring was still intact.
My eyes snapped to the Major, widenin'. He needed in here with me quickly. I pulled her up onto her knees as Major said, “Charlotte ya won't be able to participate right now, but ya may watch and use any toy ya wish. Ya may cum as many times as ya wish during the rest of the session."
She gratefully said, “Thank you, Major,” before rushing to get a toy.
I turned Little One so I was flush against her back, then Major brought himself flush against her chest. My hands glided up and down her thighs, hips and ribs. Major took her face in his hands to look deeply at her eyes.
MWPOV:
I looked intently at her eyes. They were glorious, but frantic and chaotic. With my hands still on either side of her face, I said, “Isabella. You're losin' your grip. Slow Down. Take deep breaths. Slow. Deep. Breaths. Now, do ya know what ya need from me, Isabella?”
She whimpered, then slowly whispered, “No, Sir. I just... I need all of you. Major and My Peter. Need to feel all of you. Need help... make the tornado slow down. I can't see everything inside it... there's so much, Sir. I need to see what's inside, but it won't... slow down... too fast... too fast... slow down...”
What? Inside the tornado? Shit!
“Isabella, listen to me right now. Don't concentrate on the tornado's speed. As Peter and I take care of ya, the tornado will slow, then you’ll be able to see. Just let it go for now. Let it go. Concentrate on centerin' your emotions on me and Peter. Just Major and Peter. Do ya understand, Isabella?”
She shook her head like she was tryin' to clear it, “Just Major and Peter... Major and Peter, Sir. Yes.”
I felt her relax a bit as Peter's hands resumed their movement along her sides. I glided my hands from her knees up the front of her body, gently squeezin' and grippin' random parts of her until I reached the tops of her thighs. I slipped one hand to her center as the other continued it's movements up her stomach.
Tracin' her folds, I slipped a finger against her flesh before breathin' into her neck, “You're exquisite, Isabella. Ya have no idea what ya do to me. I need ya just as much as Jasper does, Isabella. I need every bit of ya. Every cell in your body belongs to me. Did ya know that?”
She whimpered, “Yes, Sir. I'm yours completely. Yours for eternity. Do with me what you will. I love you, Major. My Major. Please, more...”
She moaned as my fingers on either hand found her clit and nipple at the same time, tuggin' on each. “Mmm, yes.”
Peter had inserted his fingers in her core, and at the same time, I flicked her clit while lickin' the valley between her beautiful breasts.
She arched and moaned as I felt the tornado of emotion in her slow the smallest fraction. I sucked her nipple in my mouth to twirl my tongue around it, tappin' her clit lightly as Peter curled his fingers inside her. She was pantin', then cried out, “Shit, so close. Please, Major. Please make me cum. I need to cum, Sir. Oh God!”
I nodded to Peter, who looked like he needed to cum, too. At the same time as I tugged hard on a nipple and pinched her clit, Peter curled his fingers inside her and thrust two fingers deep in her ass, then we both bit hard on her shoulders. We released the bites before flattenin' our tongues the marks, causin' her to flood our hands while screamin' our names.
She was beggin' for more before she even came down from her orgasm. Peter and I both needed to be inside her. Peter was a slight bit thicker than me, so I had him lay down on the bed. Isabella crawled on top of him, then they kissed as I stroked his length a few times. God, I missed his cock.
As she started to sit back, I positioned Peter's cock, so she slid down fully with a long moan. I guided her hips for a few moments, then once they were comfortable with more, I molded myself to her back as my fingers massaged her rear entrance, “Isabella, let me take ya. Let me fuck ya here. Let me guide ya.”
She whimpered with a nod in response.
As soon as I was fully sheathed in her, I felt her tornado of emotions slow considerably. “Ungh, so good.”
Peter and I began to move as we wove our fingers together on her hips, keepin' ‘em stable. As I would thrust, Peter would pull back, but our mate soon started pantin' for more. She was a vision.
We were all close to cummin' when Peter and I started thrustin' in together. Isabella cried out, “Oh shit, please! I need you both to bite me, please. I need it so bad... I'm so close. Fuck, pleasepleaseplease. OH, HELL! YES!”
We both bit down hard, then we all came moanin' and cryin' out each others names. It was insanely intense, takin' several minutes for the three of us to even start calmin'.
Her emotions had stabilized, the tornado dyin' down to a light breeze. Peter knew what to do, “Little One, can I see your eyes please?”
Just as soon as she looked at him, I could feel her emotions shift. A tree came shootin' up from the ground outside.
Holy shit!
JPOV:
Holy shit!
Major's words echoed in my mind as he shoved me to the forefront, and I fully agreed with the sentiment. I picked her up in my arms quickly, saying, “Darlin', I'm here. Shh. Let's all get out of here. The cleanup can wait.”
I saw Char looked spent, but worried. Peter picked her up, then we all went back to the bedroom. I leaned against the headboard with my sweet girl wrapped around me tightly, whispering my love for her. I could feel her emotions switching rapidly, so I picked her chin up to look into her eyes.
They were pure jade green, but now had a silver/red/blue swirling blend outer ring. There were no specks or strands of color in the green.
“Darlin, listen to me. I know you're going through something right now, and I'm here to keep you grounded and safe. Tell me how I can help you,” I whispered, hoping I could reach her. She shook her head, tried to speak, shook her head again, then cleared her throat.
When she spoke, her throat was raw and her voice was broken, “I need the rest of those bottles we left in the playroom. There's so much in here.”
She pressed both of her palms to her temples. “It's in here, and I need to see it. But the flashes are too fast. I need you to do what we did in the truck. Please. I need you to ground and center me so I can see.”
Her eyes flickered like she was trying to catch something flying passed her face. “I need you inside me this time. Just being in your arms won't be enough. Peter and Char need to sit so they can wrap their arms around us. They can't break the circle once I start. One set of their hands has to cover my elements, the other set has to be on yours. Every emotion in the room has to flow to me, but they all need to gear towards keeping me grounded. No negative emotions. It will hinder the progress.”
Char had already come back with the liqueurs, so she handed one to Bella. “Here Sweetness.”
Our Bella drank each bottle that Char handed her, as Char and Peter got onto the bed on either side of us. When she was done, she took a deep breath, then said softly, “I know we've been through a lot already today, and I know you're worried about me. This is the process I have to go through, though. Nothing will happen to me while I'm with all of my mates. Physically or emotionally. I want to check the bonds with all of you before we do this, then I need chocolate to represent the four of us. Jasper, you'll need to feed them to me in order of my elements... me, you, Peter, then Char. I need venom from each of you too. Two teaspoons of each put into your respective waters, then 1 each in my water, plus 2 of the Chambord.”
I saw each of them nod, but they stayed silent, knowing I had more to say. “I know this is a lot, but it has to be done this way. The chocolates go first. Don't give me any water before the chocolates are finished. When they are done, the water needs to be given backwards in order... Char, Peter, Jazz, then finally me. Any of you can kiss me any time you feel the need, but don't kiss my lips. That's important. Not my lips. Peter and Char, you need to keep your hands on our elements, but Jazz, you need to caress my skin or hold me close throughout the process, even while feeding me. Do any of you have any questions before we get ready?”