Make a Wish

  Demon Bane: Book Two

  Author: D. R. Rosier

  Copyright 2023. This is a work of fiction. Names, Characters, Places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without permission.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Afterword:

  About the Author

  Other erotic fantasies by D. R. Rosier:

  Non-erotic Fantasy titles:

  Book Description

  Chapter One

  It was a cozy little wedding of fifty thousand or so, so no pressure at all as I waited by the altar near Bishop Carmichael who was officiating. The prelate would’ve done it, but he was going to be busy giving his little girl away. Or you know, the opposite of no pressure at all. I didn’t have itchy feet exactly, Fiona and I were already bonded mates for life by magic and by commitment, this was merely a public declaration to man and God of what we already knew. Of course, women loved weddings, even non-human ones, so this was a big deal to Fiona and her mother Lady Deidra.

  Still, the front section of the huge stadium sized room was dedicated to family and friends, the rest were from the media and the good people of the Fellowship. Just citizens wanting to gawk and watch their next prelate tie the knot with me.

  Fortunately, the reception would be far more private, only a couple of hundred or so at last count.

  The main temple complex’s basilica was a vast space, and filled with wedding flowers and enough decorations for a hundred normal weddings, not that I’d ever speak those words out loud.

  The supernatural had been outed to not only the nineteen worlds of the Fellowship two months ago due the designs of Bishop Price and the demoness Malice, but also in the independent worlds, the Keerain Confederacy, and the Markham Alliance. So everyone in the room or watching from home via augmented reality, knew Fiona was an earth nymph, subspecies of the fairy race, as was her mother.

  No one knew what I was, not even myself, but they did know I was a supernatural too. Over the last two months since Fiona’s sexual awakening and our bonding, I’d been doing research in the Fellowship’s archives of supernaturals.

  The revelation that the supernatural existed in our advanced multi-world modern society had its ups and down, but more on that further on, save that it hadn’t been a ride without bumps. So far however the prelate’s post and Fiona as heir had been unchallenged by the bishops who knew them so well.

  The known common mortal supernatural races were Fairy, wizard, witches, half-demons, and sorcerers. Werekind weren’t so much a race but a being cursed with lycanthropy, and of course vampires were cursed with undeath, their flesh corrupted and their souls moved on, and they had all been born of other races. Angels and Demons were the immortal races, the former being sighted even rarer than the latter in modern times.

  The less common races that hadn’t been sighted, felt more like legend and lore. Such as dragons, elves, and many others, but so far I hadn’t been able to identify a race that could or would hold my powers, and live a series of mortal lives through rebirth while retaining their memories. The only one that came close was a phoenix, but I was sure I wasn’t that because the powers didn’t fit.

  Still, there were a lot of archives left to explore, and I hadn’t given up hope of learning the truth.

  Regardless, Deidra had planned this little wedding to directly precede our starting college. My relationship with my soon to be officially, mother-in-law, was close. Deidra loved how I’d guided her daughter through her sexual awakening, and how I had put her first. She was just as exuberant, just as young and sexy looking, but there was nothing inappropriate in our growing friendship. Though, the woman seemed to really enjoy giving me hard-ons for her daughter to take care of after she left the room, though it was never spoken of or alluded to, and she did it innocently enough.

  Regardless, we were enrolled to start college on Monday. She was majoring in political science, so I was too. I’d need to be by her at least once an hour in perpetuity or be on the move, so she could counter the passive magical power of my aura which tended to intimidate men and seduce women. Which wasn’t nearly as cool as it sounded, if you weren’t a serial rapist, and didn’t like being stalked by crowds of women. I wasn’t a fan of either.

  Plus, I was not only her mate but her security. There would be temple guards present as well, but they wouldn’t be following us around, more on area security, while Grace and I would keep her safe from unexpected threats. Not that Fiona couldn’t take care of herself, it was expected since she was both the current Duchess of Patience, as well as heir to the prelacy.

  The courses were a bit eclectic, because she’d also be learning about economic and social things. Monday and Wednesday it was history and political science classes, Tuesday and Thursday were humanities and economics, and Fridays we’d be taking a business class, and in the afternoon we’d be joining a martial arts group on campus. Otherwise, we’d be commuting by shuttle back to the temple every day, no dorm life living.

  All the heads in the vast room turned, as the organ music started, and the large wedding party started down the aisle. I only had eyes for my Fiona in that moment, who looked resplendent and glowing in her white dress. Grace looked pretty good too, and was in the wedding party, but it was Fiona’s day and it was her that had all my thoughts and attention.

  She looked stunning. Her long golden blonde hair was partially up, her ringlets teasing her shoulders and shoulder blades in the back, when down it would’ve been tickling her rear. She had gorgeous and expressive green eyes filled with joy. Her face was oval with strong cheekbones, giving her a regal and classic beauty of face, with full lips, and flawless skin.

  Fiona was lithely petite at five foot five, with full and generously rounded B cups, a lovely thin waist, over perfectly proportional hips and the sexiest petite bubbled ass in existence. I loved her petite and sexy body, and I adored and loved it often.

  The bond was even more overwhelming than the brightness of her smile and the look in her eyes, the joyful exuberance I felt from her in the back of my mind was electrifying. I was more in love with her than ever, the last two months deepening our relationship to more profound levels, and I never had any trouble finding the deep interest to see to her nymphomaniac sized needs as an Earth nymph. The bond was said to make that permanent, the heat in our relationship would never fade, but I was positive over the last three months that part of the bond was totally unnecessary so far.

  I could also feel how turned on she was, how joyfully and incredibly wet she was for me, when she met my eyes. She truly awed me, to the point I hardly even noticed the most powerful man in nineteen worlds walking at her side.

  Our exploration of her sexual awakening had revealed her favorite things that way, and I tried to rotate through them. Roleplay was still her favorite kink by far, with surprise sex being a close second, though it had slowly shifted from reluctance games the last two months. Our bond kind of interfered with it a little, because even as she acted the reluctant, I could feel how desperate she actually was to be ravished by me. I was fairly sure she was still roleplaying those games, but with Grace instead of me during their alone time.

  We’d replaced it with several other kinds, but our current favorite was blonde bimbo slut meets boss, teacher, repairman, or landlord, etcetera. She was extremely intelligent, and a poised and proper lady in public, but she could really pull off airheaded slut who’d spread her legs for anyone to get ahead, or to pay her debts. She was a hell of an actress, and since one of her kinks was to be used by me it really fed into it hard. It drove me crazy, and she always seduced the hell out of me.

  Of course, she could do that last by merely standing in the same room in a burlap sack.

  As I said earlier, Grace looked pretty good in her dress as well, though that probably had more to do with her body built for sin than the bridesmaid dress. Grace was in her mid-twenties like me, but also like me didn’t look a day older than nineteen as a tantric witch. At five foot seven she was sinfully curvaceous, with proud heart shaped D cups and a heart shaped ass, with a delightfully thin waist in between giving her a slightly exaggerated hourglass figure. Lushly ripe and sexy worked as a quick description, and her warm seductive smoky voice only deepened that impression.

  Grace’s beauty was gorgeously adorable with a cute and soft heart shaped face with gentle cheekbones. Her extremely light brown hair and warm hazel eyes only deepened that impression of sweet seductive adorableness. She was always around, and in our bed at night, even if she technically didn’t have to be. It wasn’t part of her concubine contract as the first in our small harem which still needed one more. At first it was out of fascination of us, and of course being a tantric witch. She didn’t want to miss an opportunity to increase her power reserves as a witch by not being arou
nd to harvest the energy of our sex. I believed she had deeper reasons for not leaving our sides now, but that could be wishful thinking.

  In the public eye she was Fiona’s concubine, as well as her attendant. Grace seemed to really enjoy dressing up like a lady and following Fiona around with a ladylike submissive service. But she was far bolder and earthy in private, and her wardrobe in private was extremely sexy and of the racy variety.

  We’d grown a strong friendship, one filled with affection and the benefits of her service as a concubine. She’d proved her loyalty, staying with us after the two assassination attempts and the very dangerous space battle that almost spelled our end.

  In the end though, she could terminate the contract and leave at any time, which I tried not to think about. I cared about her a lot, probably more than was prudent. As a tantric witch her sexual appetites were also stronger than the average woman, not quite as potent as a nymph’s, but then that was an unusually high bar to meet. As far as I know she’d never begged off, and like Fiona nothing on her body was off limits as a fun-zone for my cock. She’d told us in the beginning her only kink was to sate any kink of her lovers, without limit save masochism outside a spanking during sex, and she’d never done anything to disprove that.

  Point being, that’s why we were only looking for one more in the harem. A human harem would need breaks, and some nights they’d beg off, but our tantric witch never would, so one more would suffice.

  As a Nymph, Fiona needed more than one lover, and a small harem was the compromise so she could stay faithful to me her lifelong mate. I’d be the only male Fiona would experience on a sexual level, she’d been both a virgin and had never even been kissed before I’d been chosen to guide her through that awakening. It was a little shallow but also a potent thing, to know no man has felt her hands and lips, or the rest of her body, in pleasure. That they never would, unless or until I passed on from this life.

  That also put an onus on me, to satisfy her nympho tendencies. To keep her faithful, I had to keep her well-fucked, always. It was my part of the deal, and far from a burden.

  As to sharing her with a small harem of women, well that was just hot and didn’t worry me in the least. A bit shallow of me perhaps, but there you have it.

  Fiona’s smile was like the sun coming up, as she took her place across from me, and I was quickly lost in her green eyes. Literally mesmerized by her, and it had nothing to do with her magic. There was something so heady about that, being lost in her, and knowing she could feel how deeply and utterly entranced, captivated, and seduced I felt by her, always. It added a certain vulnerability, and I was unashamed in my completely transparent adoration of her, it thrilled me that she knew how I felt about her. How she awed me on every level, from the depths of depravity to the heights of our deep and profound love.

  She may have been mine too, just as deeply, but I was utterly her creature, and she knew it. Took joy in it. Hell, I wanted her right then, but we’d have to get through the wedding and reception first.

  Of course, that bond cut both ways, but so far it hadn’t been an issue. She didn’t question me every time something annoyed me, or a cross thought passed through my mind that had nothing to do with her. So, so far so good.

  We reluctantly broke our mutual gaze and turned to Bishop Carmichael, as he started the service. The bishop was a staunch supporter of the current prelate, his non-human wife, and even at the idea of an earth nymph assuming the prelacy when her father passed or chose to step down. He truly believed we were all God’s creatures, and that supernaturals were meant to live in peace besides humanity.

  So, he’d been the obvious choice to officiate our wedding.

  I remember very little of the wedding ceremony itself, too overwhelmed by the blinding joy passing between Fiona and I, but if you’ve seen one you’ve seen them all. Despite the pomp and circumstance of a state wedding with fifty thousand attendees and tens of billions across nineteen worlds virtually attending, in the end it was just a short homily about marriage and oaths, followed by the exchanged vows.

  It was beautiful and overwhelming, to deliver mine and hear hers, but I was under no illusion that others would be nearly as fascinated…

  “My lord.”

  I chuckled, “My lady,” as I took Deidra in hand and started to dance. Fiona was off dancing with her father, and I had the pleasure of spinning his wife around the dancefloor. It was tradition to gift a title to the person marrying a prelate or prelate elect. It gave me some small authority, the lowest on the civil side of the government anyway. Most significantly though, it meant I could go armed anywhere, so I’d always have my rope dart, hidden palm laser, and throwing knives.

  Deidra had the same body type and facial structure as Fiona, as well as the same extremely curly golden blonde hair. Although, I guess it was really the reverse, Fiona taking after her mother. She also looked more like a sister than a mother, the fairy races being extremely long lived and non-aging until the very end of their lives. The biggest difference were her ocean blue eyes, as opposed to Fiona’s warm green eyes.

  She was a stunner, and her magic was a lot like her daughter’s and compatible with mine on a sensual level. It was mostly that that led to those hard-ons I’d mentioned, a magically induced sexual tension. Of course, she was never less than a lady with me, and we didn’t flirt, but she never seemed to mind or mention the large bulge against her stomach when we hugged and parted, so a part of me wondered if she wasn’t just a bit mischievous. She was a nymph, so I doubted she minded her unintended effect on me, and it didn’t make us creepy or unfaithful because it never went further than that.

  Deidra said warmly, “Welcome to the family, Damien. Officially I mean in the eyes of the Fellowship. I’ve considered you family for quite a while now, and I know you’ll keep her safe and happy. She’s doing remarkably well for her age in the control department, and not a small part of that is thanks to your firm and non-judging guidance. An owned and cherished nymph behind closed doors is a calm and happy nymph. You’re also a surprisingly good dancer.”

  I chuckled, “You too. As I told Fiona, I was raised by a priestess and a gaggle of female acolytes. The dance lessons weren’t optional.”

  Deidra laughed, “So they got you all trained up?”

  I nodded slowly, “I suppose you could say that they broke me in for my future girlfriends and wife, also thanks for the advice.”

  She giggled, “You’re doing just fine without me pointing it out, I just want you to know how thankful I am for you, on my daughter’s behalf. If you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to ask. I know you grew up as a ward of the church, and may not be used to it, but family sticks together.”

  I smiled, “That goes both ways.”

  She winked, “I won’t hesitate.”

  The prelate and I exchanged dance partners, as the song ended and a new one started.

  The reception itself was held in the temple gardens, the weather net assuring a warm and sunny day for it, free from threatening clouds much less rain. There was a lot of silver and gold from bunting to balloons, a huge selection of catered food, and a large pavilion for those that needed a moment out of the sun. There were about fifty people, and we had a live band for the music.

  “Hi, baby. You are extra-stunning today, a veritable goddess.”

  She’d changed out of the long train wedding dress into a sleek and sexy, yet still conservative, white dress.

  She smiled widely, “Damien,” she said warmly in a needy tone with her eyes smoldering, in a way that hit my libido hard, and she giggled as she felt just how much I needed to ravish her in that passing moment. She loved being my eye candy, and how lost in her I’d get. Part of that was her nymph nature, part of it was being female, and part of it was because she had no doubts I also respected and was awed by her intelligence. There was no question about the depth of us, so it allowed her to wallow in the shallow end the pool at times without worry. I was totally ready to get down to the consummation part of our wedding day, and of course so was my nymph, but we’d have to be a little more patient or it’d cause a scandal, or something.

  It would also be our first night alone since Grace joined us. Not that I ever wished Grace wasn’t there, but by tradition we’d be alone and intimate on our wedding night. It was our day.