Chapter 26: Radiant Heat
We spent perhaps an hour down there just wandering around, taking photos and remarking on its strange beauty before Kaitlyn said to the Alexanders, “Do you two trust us?”
“Well, of course we do!” replied Molly, looking worried that she’d even ask the question.
“We want to do something a little daring with you, Davie and I.”
“We’ve been timid so far?” joked Molly.
Kaitlyn only smiled before she began stripping naked, me matching her item for item, knowing her plan. Once every last scrap of our clothing was inside a stuff sack along with our cameras, she tossed the tied bag into a small pocket high up on a section of cliff face, higher than I could reach without climbing.
She held out the second stuff sack we’d brought, prompting the Alexanders, “Now you.”
They looked at each other, shrugged, took the bag, and followed our lead.
“You can keep those if you want,” added Kaitlyn as Norman began untying his shoes.
Both of them slipped their tight bike shorts off over their footwear, silent but for Molly asking, “Cameras, too?”
At Kaitlyn’s confirmatory, “Cameras, too,” they bagged their point-and-shoots with their clothing as we’d done, handing the bundle over to Kaitlyn, who tossed it up into the same cliff pocket beside ours.
Molly must truly trust us, because it wasn’t until she was bereft of all meaningful clothing, her bag well out of reach that she asked, “You’re counting on your ranger friend’s word that we won’t be caught down here?”
“Not really,” I said. “More that we’ll know if anyone’s coming, so we’ll be able to guide you back here without crossing their path, the rock formations screening us. Me wise Indian guide.”
Bare now, and with all of the personal electronics and techie fabrics stowed high overhead, the pair of us spread our magical awareness out through the whole area, limited in only one direction by the parking lot materials, experiencing the land and aware of everything. We’d sense interlopers coming as soon as they stepped onto the trail leading down here.
In his ignorance of these preparations, Norman replied with a smile, “I, ah, think that’s a different kind of Indian.”
“He’s effective at it regardless,” my wife defended. “C’mon, you two; there’s a couple of cool arches up ahead we want you to see.”
Off we hiked through the dense spires and blades of sandstone, along the cliffs, past several small arches, my wife and I utterly bare, the Alexanders wearing only their bicycling shoes and socks. Each couple held hands in our leisurely hike through nature, bare before Gaia, we two in the lead.
When we got to the first of the two arches, my wife said with a smirk, “We’re going to climb up into the saddle of that arch to bone each other cross-eyed. We’d like you to join us, taking that easier arch over there for yourselves, but we’ll give you time to clear out if that’s not something you’re interested in.”
This was a direct echo of Molly’s first invitation to us into bed with them, and she recognized it, because she doubled over laughing. “C’mon, Norm, you heard the girl,” she eventually said, towing her husband off to an arch further down in the maze, just visible from the one Kaitlyn had chosen for us.
I felt my wife spark Molly’s lubrication as I climbed wordlessly up into the arch’s saddle, handing Kaitlyn up behind me, and we began making love with no preamble at all, she being completely in rapport with Gaia and me, thus needing no words to communicate our desires. The Alexanders started later, needing time to walk to their arch and doff their footwear, but with my life sense I felt Molly lower herself smoothly upon Norm’s stiffness, eliciting a deep groan from him before they started doing their best to catch up to our stroking speed.
Kaitlyn had a requirement for me that she couldn’t communicate in feelings alone: thru the bond, as I was licking her vaginal vestibule, she adjured me, «No breaking boulders off cliffs this time, Davie. I promised Karenna.»
«Yes, my love.»
I proceeded to cross my wife’s eyes in pleasure, her joy feeding back through the bond to me, mine to her.
We felt the Alexanders begin shortly after, their actions clear to us through the all-natural landscape, their natural human forms clearly visible to our mage-sight, their physical sensations shared with us through the same medium.
The Alexanders could not feel us per se, not being mages themselves, but we had it on good authority that when we really let loose sexually in close proximity to others, it amplified their own feelings, so we were not surprised when we heard Molly calling out her joy unrestrainedly shortly after they began making love themselves.
The four of us screwed soft and slow for twenty or thirty minutes before the Alexanders raced for a finish.
I initially followed their lead companionably, but Kaitlyn held me back, instructing me through the bond, «Give them another show!»
I pulled out of my wife and had her riding my face again when the Alexanders climaxed loudly from their arch.
“Eeeeeeeeeyyyyyyeeeeeeaaaahhh!” Molly squealed in what I estimated to be her fourth orgasm of the afternoon.
“Nnnggggaaaaah!” Norman cried, his pulsing cock jammed into his wife as tightly as it could go, scooting her back along the rough sandstone, leaving skin behind.
With a breath of power, Kaitlyn and I both reached simultaneously out for them, healing this abrasion on her back before she even noticed it, being distracted by the waves of pleasure washing through her body. Then we broadened our work on them while I desultorily tongued my wife’s clit, healing their developing sunburn, soothing the soreness in their genitals, and healing the stiffness from the ride up and the hike out here.
Once we could see that they’d finished kissing and caressing each other in their postcoital bliss and sat up to watch us, we began to give them a real show, Kaitlyn leading the way and calling the moves like a porn director, me sliding smoothly into each position she required for her artistic exhibition.
After perhaps a quarter hour of that, she said to me through the bond, «Now, Davie, but be gentle with Gaia. My promise, remember?»
I did remember, so when I began to orgasm, I directed all of my power into her magical core. I filled it almost instantly, and she spilled it back into my own reserve, the power bouncing back and forth between us, fully contained, its power dissipating somehow, we too focused on the release to analyze the effect properly.
“Yeeeeeeeheeeeeeeyaaaaagggh!” my wife cried from her position atop my pole, her back arched, her auditory peal of joy bouncing off the sandstone above us, around us, and out down the canyons.
“Grrrrraaaaah!” I grunted, my spasming cock pumping my wife full of my seed, she slurping it up greedily with the waves of contraction in her vaginal walls, my own back arched into a bow, thrusting her toward the arch’s apex.
Some seconds later, I lowered us gently to the saddle of the arch, and she lay upon my chest, regaining her breath.
Through the distant sounds of applause from the other arch, she whispered in my ear, “You stretched me, Davie, and I’m not talking about my hoo-hah! My magical reserves are bigger than ever before. Like, by a lot!”
I looked inside myself, then said, “Me, too. It feels like it’s about the size of where it was just before the point of release, when we packed it tight with the barrier shoving technique, like that’s the new normal. I think we just invented a new trick.”
“I wonder whether it’ll last?” she asked, her breath calming quickly under her excellent conditioning.
I didn’t know, so I remained silent.
The four of us hiked back to our day packs, still nude, our hosts choosing to carry their shoes and socks rather than put them back on. Their tender feet slowed us down some, but we didn’t mind. The Furnace was an excellent place for a casual stroll.
With our Gaia senses, we felt no one nearby, but we did sense a trio just now hiking down into the valley separating the Furnace from the overlook, so we took a roundabout path back to our things, bypassing the normal entrance, the other couple not even realizing we were here.
Maybe they’d find a little magic down here as well? Gaia knows we left enough of it pooled about behind us!
We could sense them continuing their path deeper inside, so we let Molly talk us into some snapshots before dressing, posing with the Fiery Furnace formations.
Back at camp, we all agreed that her shots came out best; she’s got a good eye.
And in aaaalmost all of them, we were dressed!