Coincidence Draft 1, CH10 (Patreon)

 Niel untangled himself from Olavo, surprised at how awake he felt. He knew how the phrase they used during the orgies work, converting all that sexual energy into actual energy, but he hadn’t expected his first attempt at using it to be this successful.

Limbani had been who showed it to him giving Olavo a raspberry when the capybara had said they had more important things to do than that. How Limbani had talked himself onto the jet, Niel still wasn’t sure. Olavo had picked him up form his dorm and the monkey had been unhappily waiting on the tarmac at the bottom of the stairs leading into the plane. Something about servants not knowing his place when he pointed to the capybara in the captain’s uniform.

It turned out Aquilino was a cousin, not a servant. Also a really good fuck.

Olavo had tried to talk Limbani into returning to the frat, to which the monkey had given the widest grin which had caused Olavo to push him up the stairs. An out of sight Limbani was asking to find out he’d caused trouble. The kind that got the head of the Frathouse to go in front of the dean and explain why the men on the swim team had found themselves suffering from exhaustion after a visit at the frat.

Niel stepped into the large shower room and a hand stopped him from closing the door.

“I will help you wash your back,”Aquilino said with that cute Spanish accent

Niel smirked. “Really. My back? Washing?” He looked at the big, hard, cock. “That’s what you say you’re going to do?

The capybara returned the smirk. “This comes first, the washing is after. And before that, Olavo mentioned you should practice the frase he taught you.”

“I practiced the one Limbani showed me.”

Aquilino shook his head. “You write it,” he tapped the door, “then I fuck you until you are screaming.”

Niel stroked the capybara’s cock to get precum, then he was tracing symbols on the door. Sigils and connectors. Unlike Limbani, who’d showed him how to trace the ones for the orgy phrase, Olavo had explained why each symbol went where it did, then had him trace them on the tabletop’s display until he was satisfied with the result. What he hadn’t explained was why he had taught him what amounted to a cone of silence.

Unless it was because he knew this would happen.

The thing Olavo had impressed on him was that he needed to write the sigils first, the five of them as if they were at the points of a pentagram. The positioning didn’t have to be exact, but the more precise he managed, the more sound-tight the end result would be. One of the sigils represented air, the other Olavo had explained as ‘conversation’, implying it wasn’t exact. There was one for containing, one for wall, and one that could take a variety of sigils and that would fine tune the insulation. The one Olavo had him learn for that position was a general one for sounds. Then the connectors between them, and the ones linking each along the imaginary pentagram lines.

The finished product, if down properly, would keep anyone from hearing what took place within the confines. Using precum, it would last an couple of hours at most.

“That is adequate,” Aquilino whispered in his ear, pressing against his back, the cock pushing his ass cheeks apart.

That part wasn’t needed, but it was appreciated. Inanimate objects didn’t have the natural resistance to magic people had. Even none magical people had some resistance. It wasn’t much, but enough to keep small incidental magic from affecting them unless that was the intent.

In the case of Society magic, horniness was the catalyst. The person performing the magic on someone could send their sexual energy into the phrase to activate it, of bypass the natural resistance by making the subject horny and powering it themselves.

It was why a French kiss and a grope was part of the welcoming to any of the Frat’s party. It activated the orgy phrase that was the mark used to confirm someone was there officially. Kuno had explained all of that years ago, not long after they’d first met. It had marked the start of their friendship.

Or at least it was one of the memories the bat had given him. It was the one Niel chose to accept as true, and Kuno did too.

Niel tried to move, but Aquilino held him in place, the cock slicking the valley with precum.

“If you shove me against the door and I smear the phrase—” it was so odd to put the emphasis on the word now “—they’re going to hear me all the way to however far below us people are right now.”

“We should test that.” The capybara reached for the phrase, but Niel stopped him.

“Do you really want to wake Limbani?”

The capybara chuckled. “He will forgive me eventually. But for now, you are the only one I make scream.” He moved Niel next to the door and used the opportunity to adjust his cock so that when he pushed, it went in.

Niel groaned at being stretched, then as how long the capybara was. He wasn’t Chima big—who was—but fuck was it good.

Niel was panting within half a dozen thrust, and leaking profusely, his cock jumping each time the cock his in his ass pressed against his prostate.

“You enjoy that, do you not?” Aquilino whispered and Niel moaned as the slow pull. Fuck, he might cum just from being fucked. That took skill. “Have I fucked English out of you? Maybe I will fuck you my language?” he pushed in. “Spanish is the language of lovers, after all.”

“Fuckers,” Niel managed to say, then was moaning too loudly for works.

“What are lovers, but fuckers who know each other so very well?” Aquilino picked up speed and Niel went from moaning to groaning. Fuck, he could feel his cock getting harder. If he wasn’t sure he’d cum from the cock in his ass any moment, he’d be pumping it, because he had to.

“Yes, I can feel it coming in the way your ass is tightening. Are you ready to scream?”

Niel wanted to laugh, like he’d have any choice. Aquilino’s power was to intensify sensations, but it went beyond that of touch, or scents and dipped into emotions too. He could ramp up what someone felt and—

The world exploded with his orgasm. He was barely conscious of the scream that escaped his muzzle due to the intensity of the pleasure that defined him. He was coating the wall, all the wall, the entire jet, the whole worlds. That was how much pleasure there was, he might outshine the sun right now.

Then he was panting and Aquilino held him up. “That is beauty,” he whispered.

Fuck, Niel had thought that what the capybara had caused while he was sandwich between Olavo and Limbani had been strong, but it had been a delightful summer rain I comparison.

“Someone could get addicted to that.”

“Some have,” Aquilino replies sadly. “It is why I am careful with who I share this with.”

Talk about making a guy feel special.

The capybara pulled out, and the loss felt enormous.

“I have fucked you, now I will wash you.” He picked the raccoon up and carried him into the large shower.

* * * * *

The landing was uneventful, due mainly to the fact that Limbani was force to sit and have his seat belt on and that Olavo had seated him out of reach of either him or Niel, so all the monkey could do was pout and waggle his cock invitingly. Then they dressed and exited the jet.

Any hope clothing would be enough to keep Limbani off him so Olavo could explain what Niel should expect was dashed once the door to the limousine closed and the monkey was on him, reaching back to undo the tail strap. Then the pants were off, the legs in the air and a cock in his ass.

Olavo just chuckles when Niel sent a pleading look his way.

* * * * *

Olavo pulled Niel out of the limousine so fast, he wasn’t able to put his pants on. Limbani hurried to exit, but, fortunately for them, the driver exited the car at the same time and the monkey took one look at him and they were both back in the back of the limousine.

Niel hurried to put his pants on once they were inside, to the amusement of the two men watching him. One he recognized as Ezequiel, Olavo’s father, from the pictures on the capybara’s side table.

“I believe that is called a wardrobe malfunction in the United States?” the other man said, chuckling.

“No, we call it an Adesida intervention,” Niel replied, snapping the tail strap in place. “Sirs.” Niel almost offered his hand, then settled for nodding.

“Mister Leslie, I am Ezequiel Medeiros, I welcome you to my home. This is Hilario Cuevas. He is who as asked to see you. If you will accompany us, we can talk. Olavo, you will not be needed for it.”

“Father, Niel is my friend and I am the one who brought him into the fold. He is my responsibility until all this is settled.”

Hilario spoke in Spanish, which lead to a quick conversation between the three of them, that concluded with Olavo accompanying them to a study much different from the one at the frat. Where that one had a sense of utility about it. This one was about luxury. The desk was made of a dark wood polished to a shine. The shelves were filled with books. The places where the walls were exposed had a wallpaper that seemed to be made of textured velvet.

The one thing missing, Niel was pleased to see was a bed. He expected the sex to happen, but he wanted to know what was going on first.

Hilario took one of the seat and Olavo guided Niel to a set opposite the… was he also an elder? Niel knew the nomenclature within the Society, but the Survivors weren’t really part of them, so did they go by different titles?

Ezequiel returned from the liquor cabinet and handed a crystal glass to Olavo, then Niel, who accepted it reflexively then started to object when he realized it was alcohol, but Olavo shook his head.

“Is there a problem?” Ezequiel asked after handing a glass to Hilario and taking his own seat.

“I’m not of drinking age.”

The capybara smiled. “Ah, yes, Americans and their rules. You should start getting used to remembering that you are no longer one of them.”

“It is early to make that claim,” Hilario said, studying Niel. “We only have his claim, that is one of us.”

Niel opened his mouth to protest that he wasn’t claiming anything, but Olavo spoke.

“Is this what this is about, father? Have I been away too long? Is my word no longer enough.”

“I mean no disrespect, young Medeiros, but to be one of us is not as simple a thing as to be one of you.”

Niel looked from one to the other trying to understand what was going on. He’d expected a friendly conversation, getting some answers, sex. This was starting to feel like it was more serious. He sipped the glass he held and choked on the burn. How did anyone drink this stuff?

“With all do respect to you, Patriarch Cuevas,” Olavo replied brusquely once Niel stopped chocking, “Niel nearly died of starvation because he went two days without sex. The instant he did have some, he felt better.”

“Do you have any evidence of this?”

“Look, he can write and power frase, that proves a connection to Him.”

“True, but that simply means he is one of you. This is to determine that he is one of ours.”

“I’m not starving myself,” Niel said. “Although I guess I can go without food for a while if that’s going to convince you.”

“I don’t believe you can afford to be away from your studies for the weeks it will take for Hilario to be satisfied that way.” Ezequiel had a small smile that made Niel think he was sitting in the middle of more than just his situation.

“Look, by now the Richards should have Niel’s medical records, I’ll contact Kuno and have them sent to my phone. Niel already said the initial test showed his body wasn’t absorbing any nutrients.

Hilario waved the comment aside. “Document mean nothing. Just electricity on the wind. I will not—”

“Okay, can we have a timeout here?” Niel asked. “I have no idea what the problem seemed to be. Honestly, if you don’t want me to be part of whatever you are, I’m fine with it. I have my own live in Minneapolis, now that I know what my condition is, I can manage it. Pretty easily too. The reason I accepted to come here, is because I was led to believe you’d know about the other families like you. Is that true?”

The capybara took his time answering. “Yes, I know them. But do not understand why—”

“I need to know where my father is.”

“I’m sorry,” Ezequiel said, “but wouldn’t he be back in Minneapolis?”

“Not him,” Niel snapped. “My biological father. Jarod Irvine. My dad hasn’t been able to reach him and he has some explaining to—”

Hilario was on his feet, speaking angrily in Spanish. The only word Niel made out was Jarod. Olavo was looking at him in dismay while Ezequiel tried to calm the patriarch down. He gave a nod toward the door and Olavo pulled Niel out.

“What’s going on?”

“You didn’t tell me Jarod was your father.”

“I thought you didn’t know much about the other families.”

“I don’t, but I know that name. Fuck.”

“What? Olavo, what is the big deal?”

“You just claimed to the Jarod Irvine’s son.”

“That’s who my dad said is my biological father.”

“And that makes you the Irvine Patriarch’s son.”

“Wait, what?”

“Yeah.”

“I didn’t know”

“Yeah, well, you’ve just about made yourself the most important Irvine beside him.”

“That doesn’t make any sense. Fine, I’m some Patriarch’s son, he’s got to have others. And it isn’t like I’m looking to take over or something.”

“You don’t get it.”

“No duh, sherlock.”

“You aren’t just the son of a Patriarch. Your the son of THE patriarch. Jarod isn’t a descendant from those who came back from Antarctica. He’s the original one.”

“How is that possible?”

“That I don’t know.” Olavo motioned an attractive panther over and spoke to him in Spanish. “I need to get back in there is only to find out more about your father, so Conrado will take you to a room. He doesn’t speak English, but he’s part of my family’s household. So if you want sex, he’ll be willing. I have no idea how long this is going to take, so just enjoy yourself until I find you again. Okay?”

The capybara didn’t wait for Niel to answer. The volume for the seconds the door was opened showed the tempers had not settled. The panther took Niel arms and smiled, then led him to a bedroom out of a five star hotel with very attentive and skilled staff.