Interlude 3-9 – What’s a Mating Press (NSFW)

  Citadel- Personal chambers- 15th day of the month of Niffle of the 6983 GR (Night)

  Nath’aniel-

  Sam fell back with a satisfied moan as Nath’aniel pumped the st bit of seed into her hungry garden. All four of her arms had hugged him rather tightly during her third climax, so he quickly wrote a bone strengthen spell on himself, a confirming warmth washed over his sprained ribs and arm bones.

  He smiled as he watched her chest rise and fall with her breaths. Her exposed form somehow always had him eager to attempt mating. Yet his partner's words did not share his bliss, when she asked. "This isn't working is it?"

  “What brought this on?” The mage asked worried.

  Sam tried to roll onto her side, but Nath'aniel kept a hand on her hip. While his manhood had slipped out of her, his legs were still entangled with hers. The rge woman sighed before confessing. “Watching Vanessa walking around as one of you.”

  “Well you have nothing to fear, for one this is not a race. And I will not be sleeping with her while she maintains the form of my mother.” He said trying to balm her concerns.

  Sam rolled back to face him, tears beginning to form in her eyes, as she started to ramble. “But Psylocke said that form has the best chance for you, and you are the st of your kind so… nngh.” The mage couldn’t reach her mouth to silence her, so instead he teased her nipple to make her stop.

  “Breeding between the tribes has its own issues.” He started to expin.

  One of her hands grabbed his hand on her breast, making him look her in the eye as she asked. "Then why are Namor and Namorita making it look so easy?"

  Nath'aniel sighed, as he had no easy answer for her. He honestly would have thought that the Tribe of the Sea would have had a harder time being seeded by a Tribesman of the Land. ‘However, learning that they lose their increased strength and durability from Namorita tells me that they too have changed from what we Magi understood of them.’ He thought, but instead said. "Well, we can try other things, just because my seed has yet to take root in you over these st few months does not mean we should give up."

  Hearing that seemed to perk her up, as Sam quickly sat up and suggested. “We could try the mating press.”

  “The what?” The mage asked confused.

  Instead of expining or answering, the woman used her lower arms to stretch her legs out, when he saw her grimace from her hips not being designed to spread too far apart. Nath'aniel wrote an Abyssal spell, which would transform her joints so that she wouldn’t be in pain from the stretch. Sam then lifted her groin a bit, so her garden was very accessible. “See this way you can get really deep into me.”

  Instead of correcting her, he let his manhood reach full growth, as he rose to stand above the offering. Nath'aniel shook his head and muttered. "The things you Tribesmen have thought up." He rubbed around her garden, letting some of his spent seed out, and tested to make sure she was still wet enough for another round.

  Finding she was he tried to angle himself, but was finding it hard. So he cast the same joint flexibility spell on himself, giving him the freedom to angle his tool downward as desired he found her garden's opening and pushed himself down into her depths; causing him to start to hold his breath from the sensation and her to start moaning again.

  As he did this her upper arms reached up and started pying with his hanging long hair. When he was fully in her and his balls tapped her backdoor, Sam curled her hands into fists, the tugging on his scalp didn't really hurt, yet, but it certainly added something to the already new experience.

  “You ready?” He asked her after releasing the breath that he had held.

  She nodded slightly, before whispering. "Breed me, Nath."

  While his thrusts started slow, they didn’t stay that way. Her request really motivated him. In and out, again and again, before the spping of his sweaty body striking hers began competing with her moans.

  Nath’aniel wasn’t sure what made him do it, but he paused his trusts, to lean down and capture her lips with his own. They exchanged saliva for a short time but then Sam requested. "Don’t stop… keep at it.”

  The mage pulled back his head before resuming his thrusting. Cp. Cp. Cp. His grunts soon added to the symphony that their breeding was generating. “guh, guh…so good.” He muttered.

  Although he could have cast something to remove his exhaustion, instead he cast a spell that would reduce Sam’s weight, and then he grabbed her arms and they both rolled backward, making her squeal like a little girl.

  He adjusted her atop him into something Betsy liked, to ride him. Briefly, he rose up and kissed her chin before whispering. “Your turn to move.” Then Nath’aniel id back down and grabbed her hips before he started to lift her up to the tip of his manhood and then left her there.

  Sam giggled before sliding back down on him. “I thought…oh, that’s good.” She muttered sliding down to the base. Then she started to rise again before she continued to ask her question. “As I was saying, I thought I was too heavy to do this.”

  “Mmmm, normally yes… go faster… But I cast a spell that reduces your weight.” The mage expined as she continued to rise and fall on his manhood. And like he requested once she started to move, Sam quickly picked up the pace.

  Nath’aniel watched her as she rode him, her lower hands resting on his knees keeping her stable, while her upper ones molded and reshaped her breasts. After a moment of basking in the feeling of her having all of the fun, he removed one of his hands to find the button of her garden.

  "Oh, no, don't do that," Sam asked surprised. But he ignored her and continued to rub and pinch her button. Between her own movements and his teasing, Sam quickly reached her fourth orgasm of the night. She paused her riding him to bask in her moment of pleasure.

  Nath gave Sam, her moment to recover before he resumed his own thrusting. “Wait… I am… nngghh.”She compined, as his hips continued to hit hers as he tried to reach his own climax.

  As he felt his end near, he moved his hand to her womb. While he hadn’t had time to look into a fertility spell Nath’aniel figured he might as well try something. So he purred some Light Force into his hand and then into Sam’s body as she joined him in their movements.

  Her riding and his thrusting sped up till he muttered. "Almost there." Then with a grunt, the mage seeded her depths for the second time tonight. Sam used her upper arms to massage Nath'aniel as he caught his breath after their exchange. The mage panting and watching his rge lover use her lower arms to rub her belly.

  “What was that near the end?” She asked him after a while.

  "What I wanted to suggest before you brought up this 'mating press' idea," Nath'aniel answered. Then she let him catch his breath a little more before she squeezed his shoulders pressing him for more information. "Light Force school of magic heavily retes to healing and nourishing life, so I was going to suggest that I look for something simir to a fertility spell in the archive." Seeing her frowning reaction to his words he asked. "What?"

  Samantha climbed off of him and had a hard time adjusting to her still altered weight from his spell so she hoped around oddly for a moment before she answered. "While I trust you and your magic n'stuff, but when you are in the Archive I can't go with you or help you… and it feels like you're abandoning me."

  Despite his nakedness, Nath’aniel got you and hugged the rger woman. “Sam I will not lie, and can admit that I like you. Maybe even a little more than I like Betsy, but there will be things that we cannot do together. You have no talent for magic, just like I do not have the genes to become a mutant like you.’

  “And there will be times when we are apart…” he had more to say, but Sam cut him off with her suddenly breaking out of the hug to face him.

  "Then why don't you bind me like Psylocke and She-Devil? Even now I can see the odd goat head tattoo glows when you come near me?" Sam asked, tears starting to form in her eyes as she pointed at the tattoo of the Berserker on his right arm.

  "You would have me abandon our little ones?" The mage asked her with a slight bite to his tone. She blinked but didn't respond, so he eborated. "Some day down the road, our little ones will run around the halls of the Citadel. It might be five or ten years, but what happens if I were to bind you my Servant and I am called away to heal some king or president?"

  “We’d go away.” She admitted.

  “That’s right. We would.” Nath agreed, before ying out his worries. “Curha is a sweet woman, but she wasn’t supposed to be here, nor were the X-men supposed to know where we live. Yet both have come here. Now I could bind you, and take you away with me. Or I can leave you free for now, and you stay here and give me the comfort of knowing that you are here keeping ours, or mine and Betsy's kids, safe."

  Her tears were flowing freely now. Yet the mage wasn't done. He got down on one knee and asked his rge lover with a serious face. "You would be willing to accept to be our family's Homeguard?"

  Her upper arms covered her mouth in surprise, while her lower arms rubbed her belly again. But a moment ter she agreed. “Yes. I swear to protect our and your children.”