Chapter 21: Delving Deep
The next mine site was out of town almost in the opposite direction from the first, but our path back to it would take us past the road that led off to our camping site. We decided we’d go out there to relax, play, and get some lunch in the campground for several hours. We hadn’t actually done any camping there yet, having slept last night out on Stansbury Island instead of at our mountain camping site.
We arrived to find our things undisturbed, so we finished setting up the campsite, got lunch going, and did a bit of reading by the creek on our lightweight e-readers, which we’d packed into the bike bags; most of our electronics were still in Kaitlyn’s car, which her mother had taken. We’d justified the weight as a good trade-off against carrying paper books instead. Kaitlyn and I aren’t technophobes: we just have to compartmentalize our lives into the tech and non-tech parts.
We spent a bit of time wading and splashing in the cool creek, then refilled all of our water bottles at the potable water standpipe and headed back out to the second mine site.
When we got there, we found a much more dire situation than at the first site: another leaking tank, but unlike the one I’d found at the gold mine, this one’s leak was seeping down through cracks in the bedrock to a nearby aquifer. It was actively polluting the area. We couldn’t hold this one over JRE; we had to fix it now.
The sun was getting down towards the horizon by this point, and we could see the day shift packing up to leave.
We could see more workers arriving for a night shift. Apparently they ran this mine all night long, but I speculated to Kaitlyn that the traffic patterns would shift, probably become more concentrated in the work areas, with less running around between secondary work sites than in the day shift.
My guess turned out to be correct. Night shift seemed concerned mainly with moving material to be handled by the day shift workers. Consequently, only a few of the ad hoc dirt roads within the mine site were in active use. This was going to be essential to my plan.
“All right, Kaitlyn, I think I know how to fix this pollution problem. I did a similar one a few months back at the site where I got your engagement ring materials, but it was much smaller. It took me a couple of hours to clean up a few cubic meters of ground. It’s fiddly work because it seeps through all these minute cracks and you have to go chasing the pollution through all of that to break it down to harmless substances.”
Kaitlyn said, “This is much bigger than that. We could be here for days!”
“Yeah,” I agreed, “if we were going to do it the same way, we definitely would be, but our visit to Mage Arch gave me a new idea. I think the reason we made the desert bloom there is that there’s a distinct thing about sex magic: it is inherently a creative and positive act. Ultimately, I think we can learn to harness it to specific ends, but even when we just go with the emotional flow of the act and screw each other cross-eyed, we’re still pumping out tremendous amounts of magical creative energy into the environment. I think we cannot help but to heal the local environment when we do this.”
“You…” she stumbled, “…want to have sex at a mine site?” She was invisible beside me, but I swear I could hear her nose wrinkling and her tongue sticking out in distaste.
“It’s not my idea of the most romantic place to seduce a beautiful woman,” I admitted, “but I think we can fix this pollution in a few hours instead of days solid working at it directly.”
“Hmmm… Well, in the name of the environment, I suppose,” Kaitlyn agreed.
“There’s more,” I said. “We’ll have to maintain our invisibility while doing it, and we’ll have to keep the noise down. If we’re discovered, it’ll probably go pretty badly for us. This will be a conscious, intentional act, not just wild passion.”
“Can’t wait,” she said sarcastically.
“Well, I think we can still have fun with it. Let’s try to learn to steer the effects a bit, to pay attention to what we’re doing with this rather than just let it go wild as back at Mage Arch.”
“Studying while screwing… I wish I could have pulled that off back in college,” Kaitlyn said wryly.
“I wonder… Would that have helped your GPA or hurt it?”
She just laughed at the images that conjured.
We waited until about 6pm, wanting the local traffic to settle after the shift change from day shift to night shift. The biggest problem is that the leaking tank was outside one of the prefab shop buildings, and we could see some people working in there.
“We’re definitely going to have to keep the noise down,” Kaitlyn said.
“So no trying to make me holler, then?” I teased.
She didn’t answer me immediately, but eventually said thoughtfully, “I wonder if this will even work if I don’t try to. Is half-hearted clinical sex going to work?”
“You might be right,” I said, “but I think I’m up for the challenge. It’ll be like back on your family’s farm that first night.”
“We got caught that night, remember?” Kaitlyn said pointedly.
“We weren’t invisible then, and the stakes were lower,” I answered.
“Hmmmm,” was all she said.
I led Kaitlyn over to where I wanted to start working, handed her down to the ground and knelt down beside her, then felt along her bared skin to position myself between her legs, my butt in the air and my head down, prepared to begin working.
I whispered to her, my breath tickling over her vulva, saying, “I want to start with cunnilingus. It needs to be some kind of oral so that the giver can be an objective observer while the receiver is distracted with pleasure.”
“Sounds right,” Kaitlyn whispered back through her thighs to me.
I continued, “And it needs to be me doing the giving, since you’re the one blessed with multiple orgasms.”
My Kaitlyn can be stubborn, so she observed, “No, that’s not true. You can use the power of Gaia to reset as many times as you need to. Mage males have the blessing of multiple orgasms, too.”
“Are you trying to talk yourself out of a good licking?” I asked.
She immediately retorted in a challenging tone, “Are you trying to get out of a mind-shattering blow job?”
“Ah…” I just enjoyed the thought of that for a while, but then went on, “Extremely tempting, my love, but on balance, I think I’d rather start this off with me being the giver tonight.” Then I stroked her belly in circles and caressed up the inside of one thigh. I felt her relax, so I went on, “We won’t go into rapport together, Kaitlyn. I need to remain objective so I can keep an eye on our effect on Gaia while we do this working.”
“You really are sucking all of the joy out of this, Davie,” she complained.
I didn’t answer but instead began tonguing her, intending to get her mind focused on the task of remaining quiet while I drove her toward her first orgasm. By her descent into incoherent verbalizations, I inferred that she was experiencing plenty of joy despite the setting.
I spread out into Gaia while doing this, purposely avoiding entwining with Kaitlyn’s life presence and slipping into rapport with her. I was disappointed to see that we weren’t having much of an effect on the spill despite the fact that Kaitlyn was squirming and breathing hard from my ministrations. Was my idea going to fail?
Then Kaitlyn’s first orgasm hit, and now that I was paying partial attention to Gaia, not fully focused on Kaitlyn, I saw something for the first time, even though Kaitlyn and I had now had sex outside dozens of times: there was a magical pulse through the land coincident with the onset of orgasm, and it pulsed along with Kaitlyn’s pleasure! Each pulse sent a wave of positive energy not just through my lover but also through the surrounding land.
“Len! Hey, Len! Do you hear that?” I heard someone yell from inside the prefab machine shop. I heard the sound of tools stop, their clanking and rattling previously being an odd sort of serenade to our covert lovemaking. Then the small door in the side of the building swung open and two blue collar workers came out and stood looking into the sunset in our direction. “I heard…something, Len.”
“What’d it sound like?” the other guy, apparently called Len, asked querulously.
“I dunno. Like a grunting and a… I dunno, like a wheeze?”
“Javelina, maybe. We used to hunt those when I lived down in Arizona.”
“Never seen one this far North, though.”
The other guy just shrugged and said, “Well, like that anyway. Some kind of wild animal. Let’s get back to work.”
Then the two disappeared back through the door and the sound of tools started back up again.
“‘Like some kind of wild animal?’” I quoted, chortling. “I knew you could be wild during sex, but I don’t think I’d go that far!” I whispered into Kaitlyn’s ear.
She laughed quietly and hugged me with relief that we’d gotten away without being fully caught.
I continued whispering into her ear. “Did you see the magic pulsing, Kaitlyn?”
“No… I was…busy.”
“Yeah, well, I did! It exploded out with your orgasm, and it pulsed in time with it! Look into the Earth, Kaitlyn. See what we’ve wrought,” I bade her.
A few seconds later, she just quietly said, “Wow…”
“Yeah, that would have taken me all night to do the old way. Even with your help, we’d have taken into the small hours to accomplish that. We did this in, what, maybe fifteen minutes?”
“I claim distraction again, Davie,” she just said.
“Anyway, a lot less work and a lot more fun!”
She agreed to that much at least, but said, “We’ve still got a lot to do.”
“I’ve got an hypothesis: the stronger your orgasm, the stronger the effect. That’s why we were able to do such broad-based magic back at Mage Arch: we edged for something like five hours and had a massive simultaneous screaming orgasm. We can’t do that here, obviously, but I think we do need to try for a bigger O.”
Kaitlyn objected, “We almost got caught on that one. I tried to be quiet, but they still almost caught us!”
“Well, let’s take it as a challenge. I’ll try to give you a bigger orgasm, and you try to be quieter. Worst case, we can scamper. You remember how I taught you to expand your bubble to cover any dirt you’re carrying on your body? Do that and they won’t be able to see our direction of travel, so we’ll get away easily into the night.”
“I don’t know, Davie,” Kaitlyn said worriedly.
But once again, I just got down to work rather than continue the debate, and Kaitlyn went back to trying not to scream out in ecstasy.
I tongued her, I fingered her, I caressed her, I teased her all over. I teased her mercilessly, in fact, cueing on her grunts and pants to rock her right up to the point of orgasm, then slowed down, then up and down repeatedly, never quite pushing her over the edge.
After about half an hour of that, my mouth and forearms were getting tired, and Kaitlyn half-whispered, half-yelled, “Quit teasing me, Davie! I need release! Give it to me now!”
But I kept on teasing, building her higher and higher.
I pushed the line close, almost losing her over the edge a few times, but all of those hours of being in rapport with her allowed me to catch her just in time and rock her back from the edge again.
“Dammit all, Davie! Now!!” she whispered hoarsely at me.
I pulled magic from the ground to heal my throbbing forearm, my aching jaw, and my tired tongue. Now completely refreshed, I pulled on all of my experience with her, my deep knowledge of her body and soul, and stepped into high gear. I didn’t just push her over the edge: I drop-kicked her over the Cliffs of Eros into a frothing sea of orgasmic delight. Kaitlyn’s thighs clamped onto my head so hard I could not hear the outside world at all, only the rushing thumping sound of her rapid heartbeats through her femoral arteries as her body strained with the effort of riding this pleasure wave.
As her thighs slowly released, I heard a quiet keening as she struggled to contain her bubbling ecstasy.
“Oh Davie, oh Davie, oh Davie!!” she just muttered as if it were a mantra, her only way to retain sanity.
“Len!” I heard the same worker shout again. “There it is again!” And the two guys burst out the door, running almost up to where we lay, Kaitlyn regaining her breath and still fluttering all over, me still as a ground squirrel while an owl flies over.
“You hear it, right, Len? That kind of…panting?”
“It’s quiet, but yeah. Gotta be a long way from here as quiet as it is.”
Kaitlyn’s panting had subsided. She had excellent stamina and recovery now from all the biking.
“It’s gone. Dammit, Len! Next time less talking and more listening.”
“Sure boss, sure.”
Then back inside the building they went.
«Davie, you are one evil bastard,» my lover accused me through the bond.
«Look around,» I prompted. «Delve into the earth and see what we’ve wrought.»
The leak was almost completely broken down into CO₂ gas, carbon deposits, and water!
«Wow, Davie… I did that?»
«With a bit of help,» I observed wryly. «I was right: the bigger the O, the bigger the effect!»
I wasn’t willing to be modest on this one. I’d worked hard to achieve this, so I was proud of the size of the orgasm I’d induced in her. In some sense, it was Kaitlyn’s orgasm that did the work of cleaning up the leak, but without me…?
That gave me a thought: «Kaitlyn, I wonder… What if you’d done it solo? Was I even necessary here?»
Kaitlyn sounded a bit hurt, sending, «You don’t want to be here with me?»
«Oh, no, no! Please no! What I mean is that I’m sitting here all proud of my cunnilingus skills, but what if you’d just done an epic jill-off instead, achieving just as big an orgasm? Would you have achieved the same effect, or did it require at least two? Is it the orgasm or the love that does the work?»
She just thought for a bit, then sent, «Do you want to try it?»
I replied, «I want to continue with my original plan tonight, but yes, we should try that later.» Then I thought some and added, «And, um, we should also see if more than two participants changes the effect as well.»
«We are not inviting Len and his boss over here,» she responded firmly.
I started laughing quietly, then I leaned forward and kissed her soundly on the lips until her arms wrapped around me and she began returning the kiss. When we broke, I whispered, “No, you’re mine alone tonight.”
I lay in that position, most of my weight on my forearms, only enough on her to be a comfortable blanket in the warm summer night air as we thought our thoughts.
Kaitlyn broke the silence first. “Damn, Davie, you really pushed that hard. It was darned near torture!” She said it with heat.
I repeated, “I was right, though: the bigger the O, the better the effect. And…” I hesitated, “…we aren’t done yet.”
Kaitlyn was silent with the realization of what that meant. We were going to have to hit it even harder to finish the job.
In a worried tone, she murmured into my ear, “Oh, shit, Davie, I don’t know if I can remain quiet through what we’ll have to do to get the rest of this done. We’ve almost been caught twice now!”
I whispered back, “Let’s move a bit farther from the shop. The bulk of the remaining leak is off that direction anyway.”
I got onto my knees and Kaitlyn got up, her dirt-dusted back and buttocks creating an amusing Kaitlyn-shaped sculpture in the air as she walked over to the new center of the spill and lay back down again.
«Loosen your bubble! You’re visible!» I chided as I brushed her backside clean.
«I did it on purpose. Did you like the effect?» she replied with a grin I sensed through the bond more than saw on her face there in the moonlight.
«Oh, very sexy,» I agreed through the bond. I crawled over and lay down beside her and added, «I watched the orgasm pulse again. For a while, all I could do is watch… You kind of had me trapped there.»
She laughed a bit at that, then replied aloud. “How’s your ears?”
I whispered, “More my eardrums, Kaitlyn. Your thighs clapped onto them pretty hard.” Unable to see her reaction to this, I quickly reassured her through the bond, «Don’t worry, I healed myself already. Never mind. I call it an indisputable sign of success.»
«Well… All right, then,» she sent back dubiously.
I caressed her reassuringly. «Anyway, that magical pulse… I think I can see how to shape it to do specific work.» Then I explained to her what I’d seen and how to direct it. «This time I want you to ride me in cowgirl and for us both to be in rapport. When the orgasm hits, we’ll direct the force of the magic down in about a 30° cone. That’ll focus all of the energy down into the spill, not out in a sphere around us as before. That should fix the whole thing.»
«More orgasm denial?» Kaitlyn asked.
«Yep. Not an epic hours-long edging session as we’ve done before, but we should probably go for a big build-up. This aquifer goes pretty deep.»
«You like going deep, don’t you Davie?» she teased.
«You’ve got it, babe. Deep, hard, and explosive. One big burst and all is well with the world.»
The thought amused me, but I began to wonder if it was just a coincidence, the overlap in the sensations of sex and the effect we were having on Gaia by focusing it thus.
To my proposal, Kaitlyn replied seriously, atop a bedrock foundation of determination, «You’ve got it, me boyo.»
Then she climbed atop me, mounted my pole, and got to work, intent on creating the most epic yet quietest simultaneous orgasm of our lives.
In rapport and bonded to Gaia like this, Kaitlyn and I can in principle go on indefinitely, or at least until physical exhaustion. We probably should have sought out water before beginning, but I didn’t think streaking through the work buildings looking for a water cooler was a great idea in our state.
Kaitlyn stroked my hard needy cock with her vagina, controlling the pressure, speed and depth masterfully, feeling my growing tension as I felt hers through the bond. We built ourselves to the point of orgasm and backed off again and again, as I’d done to her, but now with a much better sense of the other’s state. We could build it as high as we needed to now, releasing it only when it was exactly right, when we agreed to through the bond.
“Len! There it is again!”
And once again, the side door to the workshop burst open, the two running out to stand now exactly where we’d been laying just minutes before.
Kaitlyn kept riding me slowly, the wet noises of our coupling genital barely audible under the quiet wind sweeping through the near twilight.
The two just stood there listening, not daring to speak this time, trying to catch the fleeting sounds we’d been making. One shook his head, and the other frowned. “Dammit.” And they went back inside.
Kaitlyn resumed stroking my cock with her pussy, and we built back up to the point of orgasm again and rocked back again and again, quieter this time. We held it there for maybe half an hour, and then we agreed: Now!
When the explosion hit, we directed its force downward in a conical pattern, covering the chemical spill entirely in the wave, the force penetrating it entirely. It was an amazing orgasm, and we two grunted and gasped as quietly as we could, letting out involuntary nonverbal whimpers of spreading ecstasy.
And once again, Len and friend ran out of the building, this time standing right next to us, invisible and sizzling in our afterglow.
One of the two sniffed. Then he whispered to the other, “Smells like sex!”
“Yeah!” the other answered.
“Think a couple of coyotes have been banging out here?”
“Where are they?”
“Dunno, but someone’s been getting lucky tonight!”
“Damned wish I was,” the other said wistfully.
Then they went back inside the workshop for the final time that night.
Kaitlyn started laughing quietly on my chest, where she’d collapsed after the orgasm. «We did it, Davie! It’s clean now!»
«Yeah,» I agreed. «And it’ll stay that way until they refill that tank past the place the leak is. Hopefully we can get them to fix it before then.»
«Oh, I dearly hope we don’t have to come back out here and clean it up again!» Kaitlyn sent fervently.
«What, you didn’t have fun?» I teased.
«You know I did, but the risks we took!»
«I thought it was part of the fun,» I opined.
«Fun until we get caught, you mean.»
«Yeah.» A few thoughtful seconds later, I added, «Did you feel that low thump there at the end?»
«I felt a whole lot of thumps there at the end,» she sent.
I heard the quiet shishing of her hand rubbing over her bare hip, her pelvis having absorbed the force of those impacts.
«Funny girl,» I replied. «No, I mean that low single ‘whup,’ right when our orgasm hit. I’m sure it was external to us. I was, as you know, rather distracted recently, but I’m sure I felt it.»
«You’re asking if the earth moved for me?»
I was about to chide her for being glib while I was trying to be serious, but then I thought about it. «You know, Kaitlyn, I think it literally might have done just that. When we break down these hydrocarbons, we know it’s turning mostly into CO₂ gas and H₂O — water — but also heat. Heat plus gas equals expansion, which is what drives a car engine’s pistons, which is what sends all these billions of cars zooming around the globe. I think we caused a small underground explosion, its force contained by the tons of dirt atop it. The fact that the material we converted was diffused through the ground probably also helped us avoid getting blown up.»
«Wow, kind of scary, now that you mention it,» she sent.
«Yeah,» I agreed. «I think we could accidentally create a bomb if we’re careless with this kind of working, like doing a whole tank at once, or doing it too close to the surface, or something like that.»
«Right, that’d be bad. Ooookay, important safety tip. Thanks, Egon,» she quipped.
I chuckled. «We haven’t quite invented total protonic reversal, but yeah, with great power comes great responsibility.»
Then we just lay in each other’s arms, watching the fading sunset over the mine pits.
A thought came to me. «Kaitlyn, you weren’t impressed with my choice of locale for this date, but that sunset over there has made me realize something: where love is, beauty is also.»
I felt her press herself up off of my chest, then her hot breath over my face, and then her lips upon mine. Our embrace and kiss deepened, going on and on.
It was pretty late when Kaitlyn and I rode back into our camp site, exhausted but happy. We’d done something entirely creative tonight, measurably rolling back the destruction in the world. It was a tiny contribution to world improvement, but it was a satisfying bit of work for one night.
We just rolled into the tent, zipped it up, and fell asleep on a thin blanket we’d laid atop the sleeping pad, needing no sleeping bag or top blankets here in the warm high summer nights.