Chapter 42: Flight of the Flock
Miguel drove back up the canyon in mi burro after dropping Ann off at her house and helped Carmen waddle off to their desert pavilion shortly before the rest of us mutually agreed without explicit discussion to stop feeding deadwood to the campfire. Its light was down to only red coals by the time the other couples began drifting off to their tents, two-by-two, bare into the night.
Kaitlyn and I were the last to leave for our own tent. I tossed a few stout branches on, then lay a heavy log atop them. “This should be enough to light your…activities,” I told the newlyweds with a smirk. “Good night, you two!”
Kaitlyn added with a quiet giggle, “…a very, very good night!”
It was hard to say in the burgeoning orange firelight, but I daresay I saw a tinge of pink on their faces before we left!
During our massages that afternoon, we’d quietly primed everyone, one of us saying something along the lines of, “If you like massage this way, you two should try sex on the sand tonight,” in response to some compliment on our work.
Each of the couples reacted differently to that hint, but most of them just took it silently, clasping hands, exchanging looks, trading smiles or nods, that sort of thing.
Only one gave any objection, Ashley Taylor. “No way am I going to risk getting sand in my… Well never mind, I’m just not, all right!”
My wife suggested gently to her, “Easily avoided, Ashley. Just take some care in foreplay to check for sand, brush it away, and then stay on top!” I don’t know if this was something they hadn’t tried before, but the idea certainly brightened their faces.
“Time to see how successful this experiment will be, Davie,” my wife commented as she slipped into my arms, maybe ten meters away from our tent in the center of the canyon’s sandy bottom.
I just kissed her soft and slow in reply, our awarenesses slipping out into Gaia, spreading up and down the canyon, feeling for our fellow wedding party members, finding each and every couple, not a one of them hiding away in their tents.
«Excellent!» she sent through the bond. Or was it from me to her? Hard to say in that state.
We folded down to the cooling sand, our sexual awareness encompassing that of the other couples as well. None of them were mages, so they could not feel us, nor could they slip into a rapport state with us, but we could sense their flowering feelings, their increasing heart rates.
The newlywed couple was the merged body at our collective center, and we mages were the tendons holding the wings to it; we began to take flight.
Foreplay built the wedding party slowly upward, our collective awareness rising on a thermal of sexual energy. Kissing, caressing, licking, nibbling, fingering… We rose and rose.
Then Joss/I/we began to penetrate Allison/Kaitlyn/us, slowly, carefully, and lovingly. There were no virgins here in this canyon, but we treated the act as a sort of spiritual defloration anyway, with concern and attention rather than rambunctious release.
A mage’s life sense does not let one of us “see,” as such, but Kaitlyn and I could sense body shapes well enough to infer each couple’s chosen sexual position. Augmented with eye-pictures from the animals watching warily from the edges, we felt Sherry standing in Jasper’s arms, one leg up in a standing bang, calling her joy to the stars; Vin was working Jess in doggy, their favorite position; Miguel was doing the same with Carmen, out of necessity; Mama & Papa Gutierrez were in missionary, conservative folk that they are, Kaitlyn trickling a sort of magical Viagra into her father’s bloodstream while I kept Mary lubricated.
I expected to find the elder Taylors in missionary as well, but no! Luke was in a low kneel over Ashley’s thigh, herself propped upon the sand by one elbow, her other leg pointed at the sky as her husband used it as leverage to plow her teary-eyed, none of the night critters daring get close to the source of all that noise.
We reserved most of our attention for the newlyweds, Ali riding Joss in forward cowgirl, both sets of arms reaching upward, his desirous to caress Ali’s tight young body, hers striving for the stars.
Kaitlyn and I mimicked their movements, subtly channeling and shaping their sexual power. We let them express their love to each other as they willed, concerning ourselves solely with preventing premature ejaculation.
Slowly we made love, and we were loved in turn. Time after time, the penetrator approached orgasm, but we held this off by mutual assent. Time after time the penetrated climaxed under us, almost booting us over the brink, yet we held on, waited it out, and resumed lifting our love to the sky.
Several cycles later, we all agreed, “Now!”
We raced for our gratification, our completion, bringing our partners along with us until…!
Kaitlyn and I came simultaneously, as did each of the other couples in the canyon, our seven-way release harnessed and directed in towards the center, a spear of bliss lancing from the stratosphere down through Joss’ bucking buttocks, along his shaft, and up into Allison’s core, dragging ropes of semen along with it, the energy pinning the couple to the ground, motionless for a relative eternity.
Objectively, Kaitlyn and I knew they experienced a minute-long orgasm, our rational awareness held together only by the need to work the power, directing all of the energy into the newlyweds, our secret gift to them.
When they woke the next morning, they would be as healthy as humans could become.
We could do no more for them, so we collapsed together on the sand, and slept.
Sometime in the small dark hours, I awoke on the verge of shivering.
I lifted Kaitlyn into my arms and sent a warm wind over her bare body to knock the sand off as I walked, settling her onto the zipped-closed sleeping bag that we used in this season as a pad only. I lay down behind her, spooning my love, she snuggling back into me as I pulled a simple sheet across our bodies, being sufficient cover.