The void yawned beneath the platform like the open mouth of some cosmic beast. Black, endless, streaked with wild arcs of raw Mana. Catherine and Shala's salt-encased bodies spun away into it, tumbling slowly. The crystalline cocoons glinted in the glow.
I launched myself off the railing. The moment my feet left solid ground, Sugar Rush ignited. The howling wind became a low, syrupy drone. Even the Mana storm's lightning looked like lazy ribbons.
I reached them in midair, my hands closing around their waists at the exact same instant. I could sense a desperate flicker of life in each of the cocoons. Using GSP, I found the weak spot in each of the shells.
Now, I have fucked Sugar wards before, and Mana beings possibly made out of Spice, but I wasn't about to touch whatever was going to come out of Salt.
I roared soundlessly in the vacuum of time and slammed both palms flat against the cocoons.
The cocoons shattered like glass under a hammer, the shards exploding outward like deadly snowflakes. Catherine's maid uniform reappeared first with its torn frills and cut-up stockings. Shala's bunny ears flopped free, her fluffy tail thrashing instinctively as the last of the Salt sloughed off her body.
Time snapped back. We were still falling, even plummeting, through the Mana storm. But it didn't feel like I was in any danger. I looked up above me and could barely make out the platform.
Catherine's violet eyes locked onto mine first.
"Monsieur... you rescued me..."
Shala twisted in my grip. legs wrapping around my waist. Her fluffy tail brushed the underside of my balls.
"Big Carrot came to save his bunnies~" she purred, voice shaky.
The storm howled around us. Lightning cracked inches away. We were weightless, bodies pressed tight.
No time for romance or gentle foreplay. We were all falling toward something, and I wasn't sure what.
I kissed Catherine first. My tongue plunged into her mouth and she moaned into me, sucking greedily, her hands clawing at my shoulders. I tried to summon some Mana beings, but it was too difficult to concentrate and instead I tried to let the Sugar flow into her. Her body arched, nipples hardening to diamond points beneath the torn fabric of her uniform.
Shala wasn't waiting. She ground her slick pussy against the length of my cock, coating me in her wet juices. The contact sent sparks racing up my spine. I broke the kiss with Catherine long enough to growl at Shala.
"Both of you. Now."
They obeyed instantly.
Catherine reached down between us, fingers wrapping around my shaft and guiding the swollen head to her entrance. One hard thrust and I buried myself to the hilt inside her tight pussy. She cried out, head thrown back, black hair whipping in the storm wind.
Shala didn't complain. Instead, she floated up, straddling my face, thighs clamping around my ears. Her dripping folds pressed against my mouth and I devoured her. My tongue plunged deep, lapping at her clit with deliberate attention. She squealed, hips bucking.
We were fucking in freefall.
Every thrust into Catherine sent us spinning slowly. Shala's juices coated my chin and tongue. Their moans blended with the storm's roar.
Catherine came first, her pussy walls throbbing as she milked my cock and screamed my name into the void.
Shala followed seconds later, grinding down on my face so hard I could barely breathe. Her thighs trembled, pussy gushing over my tongue as she wailed. My cock throbbed inside Catherine.
I couldn't hold back. With a guttural roar I slammed up into Catherine one final time and erupted.
I emptied my seed into her belly, some spilling out around my shaft in glistening strands that floated weightlessly around us like liquid pearls.
That's when I felt it, the familiar stirring deep in my core, the same one I'd experienced with Calliope. The Mana was waking up, and tiny, luminous forms began to emerge from our joined bodies.
From my chest and groin they rose first: golden pixie-like sprites that were no longer jittery. They were bright, darting like fireflies. And part of them just felt like being with Calliope.
Then Catherine's answered, and hers were delicate, almost porcelain in appearance with slender feminine shapes with flowing black hair like Catherine's. They emerged from between her thighs, from the place where my cock still throbbed inside her, slipping free in graceful arcs. Each one carried a tiny echo of her submissive elegance. Frilled collars of light surrounded their necks.
Shala's came next, and these were wilder and fluffier. They were bunny-eared and burst from her core and from the slickness still coating my chin. They bounced and spun, leaving trails of sparkling pink and white.
The three swarms met in the air between us. For a heartbeat they simply circled. Wary, curious, some sprites making brief contacts like animals sniffing unfamiliar territory.
Eventually, the merging began. My golden sprites lunged first, greedy and dominant. They tackled Catherine's porcelain ones, wrapping around them in spirals. Violet bled into gold as they touched, creating shimmering threads that stitched the two sprites together. The little beings moaned in tiny, harmonic voices, bodies arching and grinding against each other in midair mimicry of what our real bodies had just done.
Shala's bunny sprites dove in next. They nipped at the edges of the forming bond, tugging and teasing. They forced the slower, more elegant unions to speed up. One bunny sprite latched onto a golden one and rode it like a rodeo. Another sandwiched itself between two porcelain maids, licking and humping until all three burst into shared radiance.
The threads thickened. Gold and violet and pink ropes of Mana wrapped our bodies. Every loop sent fresh jolts of pleasure racing through us. Catherine gasped, inner walls fluttering again around my length. Shala ground down harder against my face to chase another peak.
The Mana beings sang, and then there was a surge. All the sprites rushed inward at once, spiraling back into our cores in a blinding whirl of color. The threads snapped taut and locked.
Two new bonds clicked into place with an almost audible snap, like golden manacles closing around invisible wrists.
Catherine's body seized. She threw her head back and screamed my name again, but in something deeper than in climax. It was devotional.
Shala's thighs trembled violently around my ears.
"Master Carrot... bonded... yours..."
My Sugar levels had skyrocketed at this point. I felt I had levels exceeding the few thousands I had before, or maybe it was just because this my Sugar had changed? My muscles felt denser, my senses sharper. Even the Mana storm around us seemed to bend slightly.
"Monsieur..." Catherine whispered. "Below us..."
I looked down. It was far away still, but we were falling fast. It was the floor. And I had no way of stopping.