Precipitous Dealings

  Demon Bane: Book Three

  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

  Afterword:

  About the Author

  Other erotic fantasies by D. R. Rosier:

  Non-erotic Fantasy titles:

  Book Description

  Chapter One

  The mid-morning sun streamed through the southern and eastern facing windows lighting up the room nicely. Everything was gleaming, shining, or flawlessly clean and polished. It was just a couple of minutes before ten in the morning on Sunday, the day after I’d released my full magical powers as I sat at the table and waited for Talia to show up.

  The swanky restaurant two blocks down from the temple had an extremely posh atmosphere I wasn’t sure I cared for all that much. There was no getting around it though, not if I wanted something near the temple. It was surrounded by the best hotels in the city and live entertainment venues. Still, it wasn’t as if I couldn’t afford the place, I just felt like it would send the wrong message to Talia. I felt like a damned snooty lord sitting in the place.

  Regardless, it was my attempt at a friendship, we’d met almost five days ago now on a mission. She’d been dressed up as a street walker and had propositioned me to make contact. She’d looked smoking hot in the outfit, which had also managed to flash her tits and large tightened brown nipples at me when she’d bent over at the waist to look in the car window.

  Because of those circumstances, we’d started a somewhat flirty friendship. It’d been Christy’s idea for me to meet Talia for brunch weekly, either on Saturday or Sunday once a week to maintain the friendship. My wife and concubines were safe in the temple, and the public venue would ensure tongues didn’t waggle, when meeting up in secret or her being invited to dinner with the family could be problematical being married to the duchess and future prelate. Perception was often reality to others that didn’t care about your facts, so it was something best dealt with correctly.

  Regardless, I was curious how she’d dress up to set the tone of our friendly rendezvous. Obviously she’d been smoking hot in the slutty streetwalker clothes, but I imagined she’d be even more alluring and tempting in a conservative dress.

  She was twenty years old, five foot six, with an athletic body type. She had delicious rounded and dark creamy C cups, with dark brown nipples, a thin pear-shaped ass, femininely toned legs, and flawlessly warm light brown skin. She was lovely around the face with full natural dark pink lips, black hair the color of a night sky, and seductive dark chocolate eyes. Needless to say, I wouldn’t cheat on my wife, but due to all that I had no trouble keeping up with the flirty banter.

  But more than anything I was just kind of excited to have a friend. As pitiful as that sounded, it’d been eight years since I’d made a friend of a coworker. Sure, I was friendly with Bloom and Killian, but they were old men and my bosses, not someone closer to my age and rank in the service.

  Despite that hope of seeing her in a nice dress, I suspected she’d show up in business casual blouse and pants. Not just to avoid the misconception in others of the appearance of trying to seduce me, but to send me the right message as well. When she’d accepted, she’d told me I was still crazy… but that she’d love to and would see me there. So obviously I hadn’t won her full confidence as to my intentions, even though I’d blunt out told her we’d never do more than flirt and that I was faithful to my wife. Faithful to our shared concubines as well, but that technically wasn’t necessary. I loved them and they loved me, but they had no claim on me or me them past that. No oaths, outside of a contract agreement.

  I was right, and not disappointed in the least. She looked incredible in a white pair of capris with a flower design on the right side of the pant leg. It was conforming but far from skintight, and she had on a black blouse above that conservatively buttoned to just above her cleavage. Also, calf high black boots with two-inch heels, along with a black clutch purse that looked to match the cut and shade of black suede leather.

  I waved as she approached, and she smirked at me in that way that told me she thought I was crazy for setting this up, even as she couldn’t help but show up.

  “You look lovely, Talia,” I complimented as she sat down.

  She shook her head, “This has to be a bad idea.”

  I shook my head, “My wife and concubines got together and brain-stormed a way to make this new friendship work, and this is what they came up with. A public brunch once a week. It wasn’t even my idea.”

  She asked, “If you blow up my career, I’ll hate you forever. Do you always do what they say?”

  I laughed, “Only when I like the idea. So, you showed up, I’ll take that as a good sign,” I trailed off as I waved a waiter down, who came over to take our order.

  Not that I needed to hurry, now that I had my full powers, at least for this life as a free djinn, I was no longer in danger in luring in and bamboozling every female in range after an hour in my aura.

  She smirked as the waiter walked away, then said, “Well, of course I showed up. My lord is needy, and I might need something someday.”

  I snorted.

  She winked, “I am glad of it, but then I seem to be needy too. I was giving our flirty messaging friendship a month, two at most, before you’d have grown bored with it.”

  “On the good side I’m no longer a menace to women everywhere in society. I was able to get control of that magic I mentioned to you last week.”

  She snickered, “I’d have to disagree, my lord. Though it’s nice to know I won’t have to set a countdown timer to flee.

  Implying my confidence, looks, and title alone was enough to ensnare her a lot faster than an hour.

  I moved on, “Anyway, one weekend day a week, if it works out. I’m not even sure about your schedule.”

  Her lips twitched, “My job schedule is as flexible as I am in my duties, my lord.”

  A double entendre if I ever heard one.

  “I do imagine you’re quite adaptable to almost any situation, Talia. Why don’t we plan on every Saturday at ten, default to Sunday on a cancel, two cancels and we’ll skip the week,” I shrugged, “Or tell me I’m crazy again.”

  She giggled, “I didn’t realize those would be mutually exclusive. No, it sounds good to me, I know you have college all week, and that’s when my official work hours are as well. When I do work the weekends on a priority job, it’s usually nighttime as well, so I’d be surprised if we got cancelled that often. Long term assignments are a possibility, but they don’t come up often, and we can always text those weeks.”

  I nodded, “So you have the weekend off?”

  She replied, “So far. You?”

  I replied, “Yes. We tend to unwind on the weekends.”

  She smirked again, “Yes, you and your wife and concubines, that sent you off to see another woman.”

  I corrected, “Another beautiful woman, yes.”

  She laughed, “You’re incorrigible, my lord.”

  “Is that a good thing?”

  She shrugged, then winked playfully, “I’m still here, aren’t I?”

  I laughed, “Yes. She’s very supportive of my friendship goals, and she doesn’t get jealous.”

  Mostly because the bond would tell her if I ever actually cheated, then she’d kill the woman and probably cut my balls off. Still, I was faithful for the right reasons, and loved her beyond reason. Her violent side just turned me on in truth.

  Her lips twitched, “Still can’t figure you out, my lord.”

  “I’m the picture of blunt honesty, not hard to figure out at all. Probably too much so with you, but I can’t seem to help myself.”

  It was true enough, there was something intoxicating about Talia and pushing that friendship line. An excitement not easily defined accompanied by a strong chemical attraction. Call it cheap thrills, but it was deeper than that at the same time, and I kind of got caught up in it and said whatever crossed my mind in the moment. It was more than just the chemical attraction and the low hum of sexual tension between friends of the opposite sex, there was something I sensed about her. We were… similar in some way, perhaps our souls called to each other, and despite her calling me crazy I thought she could feel it to.

  Like two lodestones pulling on each other, despite the fact I knew she’d make a horrible concubine. She wasn’t suited to it or joining us in that way at all I didn’t think. Beautiful enough, sexy enough, just not the type. So really it was about the friendship, no matter how gorgeous she was.

  All that was why she was sitting across from me, while thinking it a terrible idea to get involved with the husband of t
he next prelate, on any level most likely.

  She laughed, “Said the enigma wrapped up in a conundrum.”

  “I’m a conundrum, that must mean I’m deep,” my voice a little sly at the end, if not quite loaded with innuendo.

  Her lips twitched again, no doubt at my double entendre, but she aborted her reply as the food and coffees arrived. She got a blueberry muffin and a fruit bowl while I’d gotten a bacon omelet.

  “Do you work out, or are you going to let all that goodness go to flab now that you’ve snagged the ultimate bachelorette on nineteen worlds?”

  I chuckled, “I wouldn’t make much of an agent in four years if I let myself go. Of course, we work out daily, and spar. You?”

  She nodded, “I run, and do advanced yoga,” she looked up into my eyes on that last word, her own dancing with heat, and I realized that entire exchange had only been a setup to tell me just how flexible she really was without being obvious about it. Damn tease, I loved it.

  She smiled, “Anyway, there’s nothing like the deep burn of resistance exercises, I prefer it to workout machines. Just… biology working dynamically at cross purposes.”

  She smirked at the obvious affect her words had on me.

  I cleared my throat, then disengaged to take a bite of my omelet, which made her chuckle and tease a grape between her lips with her fingertips. There was no true sensuality in the action, just fingers to mouth to anyone watching without seductive body language. That couldn’t see the way she was looking so intensely into my eyes, anyway. Then she blushed and disengaged, to take a sip of coffee. As if she couldn’t quite believe she’d just done it.

  “So, what do you get up to when you’re not working out or working?”

  She shrugged, “Not much outside of service. I’m always on call so long trips aren’t really possible. The small suite they give me in the temple works, and I get all the excitement I need on missions. So all that together means my hobbies are extremely relaxing. Instrumental music, jazz, piano, hot bath and a good book. We already discussed the fact the lifestyle isn’t conducive to friendships when I’m always having to bail on them midway through… whatever we’re doing. Movie, dinner, dancing, I mean.

  “Relationships are even worse that way, men don’t like coming in second best as a rule, especially if they know I’ve spent the night on a street corner.”

  I chuckled, “Fair point.”

  She shrugged, “I plan to try to settle down after I’m running that team. What about you?”

  I replied, “Don’t get a lot of time alone lately. Relax in front of the television, do some reading, research usually but I might be done with that part of things now. I don’t really do sports activities either, enough excitement in the day to day.”

  She asked, “Is it hard living with three women constantly?”

  I laughed, “Frequently,” she blushed, because she’d meant the word innocently that time and I’d taken her by surprise, “Not difficult like you’d think, no. I don’t really have anything to compare it to though, until her grace came along my… aura ensured long term relationships weren’t possible. I imagine without a servant staff to take care of all the small things I would be. As it is, we have a tight schedule to keep up with all the duchess’s duties and school.”

  She blinked, “That’s messed up. No way?”

  I shrugged, “Not a morally sound one, and I wasn’t interested in empty-headed obedience or fawning.”

  She sighed, “Definitely an enigma.”

  I shook my head, “Witty banter is far more fun and interesting.”

  She smirked, “Not proving me wrong, my lord.”

  Not every man in her life could be that shallow, but then she probably spent most of her time on the job around selfish assholes and corrupt individuals. Maybe it jaded her, because I knew I was far from the only man that thought the way I did.

  She ate another grape, that time without the smoldering look, so I dug into my omelet, and we let the conversation settle into a comfortable silence for a while as we ate and sipped our coffees.

  “I heard about the attack yesterday, everyone okay?”

  I nodded, “Two injured, but already healed and fine. Thanks.”

  She smiled, “You need to thank… Christy, was it? Thank her for me.”

  “I will, if that means I get to enjoy your presence every week.”

  She grinned, “Yes, that. I know there are things you can’t tell me, her grace needs her privacy, but I am curious to get to know you better. Of course, you can delve into me as deeply as you’d like in return.”

  She winked as I almost coughed my coffee out.

  “That’s some offer, Talia. I’d be pleased to get to know you better. I do have to guard her privacy, and it’s not a matter of trust, we have no guarantee our words are private.”

  She waved that away, “I’m not trying to dig into that, just you.”

  “To figure out the enigma that is me?”

  She grinned, “Yes.”

  “I’d love to plumb your depths as well, Talia. You’re a fascinating woman.”

  She snickered, then said playfully as she looked into my eyes, “Fascinated woman, more like.”

  I grinned, “Then its mutual.”

  I think she really did want to get more personal and deepen our friendship, but at the same time I half thought her comments were just disguised flirting and innuendo setups.

  She nodded, “Thank you for a wonderful brunch, my lord.”

  “The pleasure was all mine.”

  She winked, and mouthed, “If only,” which made me chuckle.

  Then we wound things up, and we had a week to think about those next steps, and I’d text her of course.

  I was in a good mood, as I approved payment on my implant, and left a decent tip.

  Chapter Two

  The view was captivating and spellbinding when I got back to the suite. The three loves of my life thus far were in a sapphic triangle with their bodies twisted, writhing sensuously, and panting under the lips and fingertips of the preceding one. I’d kind of expected them to throw a sapphic party in my absence, but they’d also prepared me a couple of no effort gifts. Both Fiona and Grace had an ass plug in, a wickedly delightful invitation if I ever saw one.

  The weekends were kind of schedule free save our morning ritual workouts and sparring, so we tended to spend a lot of it in bed and going a bit overboard. Merely because we could without compromising our work and study ethics. It was Christy’s first weekend with us, and with our busy day yesterday she really hadn’t gotten the full effect of it yet, but would today.

  Fiona’s gorgeous golden blonde ringlets were splayed out and shimmering behind her back, her lovely light green eyes glued to Grace’s heart shaped ass as she panted, licked and moaned into Grace’s lovely folds. Fiona was so beautiful, the regal classic beauty of her oval face a study in pleasure.

  Fiona’s body was a perfectly proportional and symmetrical hourglass slightly on the lithe and petite side. At five foot five, with pert and creamy rounded B cups, huge delicate pink nipples, and the sexiest petite bubbled ass I’d ever had the privilege to stick my face in. She still stunned me at times, and she was especially beautiful writhing on Christy’s tongue and fingertips while she breathlessly worked for Grace’s pleasure.

  Grace on the other hand was all lush ripeness of body, built for sex, with a juicy heart shaped ass, heart shaped D cups entirely too proud for their size, and a thin mouthwatering waist. She also had a lovely pair of legs at five foot seven. The beauty of her face was soft and heart shaped, cute and adorably beautiful, with warm hazel eyes and extremely light and wavy brown hair. My tantric witch wriggled breathily on Grace’s nimble tongue and fingertips as she licked and fingered Christy.

  Christy was a red headed sex pot, with the sexiest gray eyes in existence. Her beauty of face was mischievous with sharp cheekbones, a thin face, and a smattering of freckles above her cute nose. Her lips were full and that sharp beauty was softened slightly by the dimples of her smile. At five foot one she was petite in stature but sumptuously proportional with generously rounded C cups and a supplely rounded ass to die for. She didn’t have an ass plug, but then our newest lover and my oldest friends had those rules. I could only have her ass, tits, and mouth if I’d earned it, and I had to let her control it all.