CHAPTER 204

Mike turned his attention to Amymone and beckoned her toward them with a crooked finger. "Yes," he replied, answering both her questions.

"Hey, say no more." She hopped into the fountain, the leaves of her skirt floating on the surface of the water. "I'm sure I'll figure it out later."

Amymone pressed her hips into Mike from behind, as if steadying him. Strong hands moved around his body and settled on his crotch, stroking him through the fabric of his pants.

There was a temporary pang of guilt as he thought of Velvet. Though her loss was still fresh in his mind, he was about to have sex with at least one of the women here, if not both.

He closed his eyes and let Naia and Amymone attend to him, the sensations of their hands and mouths on his body flowing through his very soul. Naia kissed him on the mouth as Amymone sucked on his neck, her hands pushing aside his clothes. If not for the fact that he had planted his grief in the forests of Oregon, there was no way he would even be able to function right now.

"Lover, are you okay?" Naia's voice was full of concern. She and Amymone stopped what they were doing, and he let out a sigh.

"No." When he opened his eyes, he was staring into the beautiful azure depths of Naia's eyes. There was nothing but love and light for him in the windows to her soul, and he gratefully submerged himself in their calming waters. "But I will be."

She kissed him again, her lips aggressive against his. Amymone had pushed his shirt up, and he could feel her long fingers sliding beneath the waist-band of his pants and teasing the delicate skin of his cock.

He hardened at her touch, and the air around them became thick with magic.

"Holy shit," Amymone muttered, sounding breathless. "This feels way different from last time. Is it...bigger?"

"Might be." Naia caressed Mike's cheek as her dress melted away, revealing her bare breasts. "He's a different man now. But he's still very much our Caretaker."

He and Naia continued kissing, his hands exploring her body as Amymone pulled down his pants and started sucking on his cock. The fountain sprayed water into the air that hovered in place in the shape of a dome around them. Above, the stormy weather rolled in and threatened them with thunder that sounded like distant explosions.

"I don't think we have much time," he told the women after breaking his kiss with Naia. "I need to get that gate open."

Naia nodded, then knelt down by her sister. The two of them tag-teamed his cock, and the hovering drops of water sizzled as his magic leapt between them. Through one of the windows of the house, he noticed Suly's face pressed against the glass.

The dullahan gave him a smile and a double-thumbs up. Mike looked away, afraid to see who else was watching him.

Amymone got on her hands and knees as Naia sat on her back, her legs wrapping around Mike's waist to pull him in. When the head of his cock brushed against her labia, a jolt passed between them that had both of them gasping for air.

"Even I felt that." Amymone's dress split apart, revealing her bare behind, She was fingering herself as the sparks from their bodies fell into the fountain and gathered around her legs. "Oh, gods, it feels like I'm wired directly to a leyline or something."

"We'll teach you how to control the intensity of your magic later," Naia told him. "But for now, I just want you to fuck--ME!"

Mike slid into her before she was done speaking. Her vaginal walls were swirling around his shaft, but his magic encountered her own and it spiraled outward in a devastating combination. The overflowing water in the fountain consolidated into giant spheres that hovered around them, scattering purple energy that turned into streamers of light.

Naia howled in pleasure, her eyes glowing from within as Mike fucked her with abandon. Beneath them, Amymone cried out her own pleasure as the magic in the water attempted to move through her to get up to her sister. Tiny flowers blossomed along her skin, making her look like a living wreath.

Oh, lover. Naia's voice was in the water now. What am I going to do with you?

He couldn't respond. Her magic was now beating inside his chest, and whenever he pressed his throbbing shaft to its maximum length inside of her, it almost felt like they were merging. Her magic and his own weren't so different, and the feedback loop had already soaked the backyard in water and magic. The grass and flowers around the fountain leaned toward them as if bowing in reverence, and even Amymone's tree creaked as it tried to move closer by bending.

Mike babbled incoherently as the magic filled him with light. That burning desire to come and fill Naia with his seed had consumed his thoughts, placing him in a mindless state of bliss. Here there was no pain, no fear, no grief.

Only Naia.

That's right, lover, it's just me. Always me.

He saw glimpses of her now, moments they had shared in the tub and the fountain. Memories of kissing with their limbs tangled as they fought to discover pleasurable new positions. The times he had bathed with her and Tink, that time he had tried to start a water fight with her and gotten blasted out of the fountain, all of the moments when he had stared into her eyes as she came for him over, and over, and over...

The memories broke, and Mike was floating in a field of stars. Glittering light flowed like water, and he saw Naia across from him, his hands in hers. The runes on her torso blazed with an intensity that was painful to look at as they shifted around beneath his gaze.