I shifted uncomfortably, “What if she decides the best way to protect us and keep herself secret, is to kill them all, innocent witnesses included.”

  Oceana spoke in a voice that sounded like a rolling wave breaking on the beach. I wasn’t sure, but I think I offended her somehow.

  “I would not do that master, it would be evil, and wrong.”

  I shook my head, “I’m confused. I thought she didn’t have morality.”

  Karana smirked, “She has no morality of her own, but the bond of service to you, and her being in your mind gives her your morality. That’s the whole point of the bond. You don’t need to micromanage her actions, reactions, and orders to specific things. She will act as you would, an extension of your own will and morality.”

  I nodded, pretty sure I got it now.

  “Oceana, in addition to my orders to keep yourself hidden from all but the people in this room, I want you to protect us all when appropriate without breaking that primary rule.”

  Oceana said, “Yes master,” in a bubbling voice of a much smaller wave, I guess I was forgiven?

  My life was so weird.

  Karana looked flustered, which perversely made her so much more alluring to me in that moment. I enjoyed her powerful confidence, that’s who she was, but it was rare when I got to see her more vulnerable side.

  I smiled and shrugged. Of course I would include her in that order, mate or not, I worried about her safety. I cared about her.

  Curious, I asked, “Do you have hobbies?”

  I wondered what the elemental would do when she couldn’t spend time with us. A lot of the time, if not most, we wouldn’t be in private to spend time with her.

  Oceana shook her head, “No.”

  Saria put her hand on mine, “She’s a sentient element, she doesn’t have hobbies, unless we include sex and a connection to you, that is her entire purpose outside of just being. But if you’re worried about her being bored, she won’t be. When you’re out there and not in private, she’ll be experiencing things through your mind, thoughts, and perceptions. She won’t… get bored.”

  I nodded in understanding.

  Karana said, “I should probably go check on my people.”

  Saria said, “Me too.”

  “Actually, there’s something I wanted to talk to you about. You and Saria.”

  Karana tilted her head, and measured me for a moment, “I suppose I have a few more minutes.”

  “What happens if we actually win? I mean, if we win our independence from the king? If we whittle his army down enough that he dare not attack us because of Queen Sera, and others join the city?”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Karana smirked, but her voice was far from sure, “Then we all go home, and you humans can fend for yourselves, with Saria’s help.”

  I hoped her unsure voice was all about her desire to stay.

  I nodded, “I’ve just been thinking about it from the elven point of view. Yes, I want a safe place for my family, and Jaren wants a city run by a free council. We’ve even started the beginning of women’s rights on this world perhaps. But all you’re getting out of it is lowering the amount of humans that will be entering your forest to steal fae and overharvest rare magical plants and herbs.”

  Saria nodded, “It’s worth the price, even the few deaths, we’d have at least that many from invaders, and no collateral damage to our forest from fighting here.”

  I said, “Yes, but if the king leaves us alone, the human mages will start back up those efforts, won’t they? Maybe there will be less of them, but they’ll still do what they do.”

  Karana asked, “What’s your point?”

  “Well, let me ask you a couple of questions first. The elves know the best way to harvest without harming the forest or permanently depleting its resources?”

  Saria said, “Of course, our mages are in tune with the world around us.”

  I nodded, “Do all the human mages try to steal fae?”

  Karana shook her head, “They’re used as magic sources for some of the darker spells, usually involving necromancy which only some of the human mages explore.”

  I nodded, “That’s what I thought. So, here’s my idea. What if your people opened up a magical shop in this city, a free city where elves were respected and remembered for helping free the city from the king’s tyranny.”

  I let that idea sink in a moment before expanding on the idea.

  “So, you’d all harvest stuff the human mages wanted, without hurting the ecological balance of your forest, and then bring it here to sell. I’m sure humans have things the elves would want through trade, if not gold. So then, ninety percent of the mages, or more, are suddenly faced with a very easy choice. They can go into a magical forest, and risk death by elven patrols, or other dangers involving the fae, or they could simply walk into a store and drop a few gold on the counter to get what they need for their spells and projects. Chances are, they’d even make out money wise, since they wouldn’t have to pay soldiers to guard them.

  “I believe that would greatly lessen any raids into your forest, and give you access to more resources at the same time. You’d still have to deal with raids, but they’d be cut to a tenth or less, only the evil mages willing to sacrifice a magical sentient fae life would bother invading your forest anymore. You wouldn’t even have to run the store, instead just pick a human you can trust to run it for you and make deliveries once every month or so and pick up your profits.

  “In short, use trade to greatly reduce the threat against your forest, most of which is out of ignorance anyway, reduce the elven blood spent to guard your forest, and keep up a good relationship with a city you helped to free. Everyone wins, including the human mages.”

  Saria and Karana looked at each other speculatively. Karana looked at me with heat in her sultry eyes.

  I’d hoped they’d react well to the idea, but I hadn’t expected to score points in my pursuit of Karana. It would have been impossible before, the elves weren’t welcome in Desal according to the king and his nobles, no more than humans were welcome in their forests. Now that it was possible, at least in Eastguard, it’d taken someone like me to see it, a man from a world that had been using trade as a tool for peace between countries for many years.

  I added, “I’ll leave you two alone to talk about it and get to your people.”

  It just seemed like the right move, letting them discuss it privately. I was talking about them brokering peace with human mages through trade. I couldn’t use my influence as a mate, and a friend in Karana’s case, to influence their decision. This wasn’t about our family, Saria needed to be free to make her own determination free of me, on if to pursue it with her parents.

  I stood up and took Regina’s hand. I grabbed Oceana’s hand with my other hand and led the three of us into the bedroom. It’s where we usually ended up anyway, in the afternoons when Saria was out with her people. Saria and I always got time alone as well, when Regina made us meals. Although, this time it would be a little different, with Oceana around.

  Regina started to strip out of her dress, and Oceana smiled and the glow of her eyes brightened as the mist dissipated revealing her lusciously sexy body. I started to strip myself.

  Regina said, “That was a good idea, it will even keep Saria in closer contact with her people.”

  I had considered that already, but I knew it wasn’t a selling point Saria would go for, so I’d left it out of my argument.

  “Thanks.”

  I was already a bit breathless, excited, and very hard, unnaturally so, even if I did have reason.

  Regina was a voluptuous goddess, with a body built for sin, an innocently seductive face, gorgeous bright green eyes, and lovely long red curly hair. I’d never get tired of my mate’s stunning beauty, both of them in different ways.

  Oceana was short, curvy, and athletic. She had similar measurements to Saria, but with a body two inches shorter her curves were even curvier than my petite elf’s. Her breasts were pert and sticking straight out, B cups, with light brown nipples. The minx noticed me looking, and spun, which showed me her tight little ass and long legs, not to mention long luxurious dark brown hair which tickled the small of her back. Her face was pretty, with a mischievous cast.

  In other words, I was in a room with two gorgeous naked women ready for sex, I should have been hard, what guy wouldn’t be? At the same time, it felt like Oceana’s bond to me was raising up the level of attraction and chemistry to another level. I decided quickly not to worry about that, if she was in my head and enhancing my libido I mean.

  I walked over to the bed, and got into it, my mind spinning a bit in the surreal sexually charged moment.

  “Get in here,” I said softly to the two women.

  Oceana said, “Yes master,” in a sultry voice that still sounded like the ocean as she walked toward the bed.

  Regina grinned at me impishly, and said in her best heated sultry voice, “Yes master.”

  Damn if she didn’t deserve a spanking for that teasing, but it did make my cock jump.

  The both crawled in, and to my surprise Regina stopped between my legs.

  I gasped, as her sweet hot mouth closed over my cock, and her full lips and wet tongue slid along it until I hit her throat.

  Her eyes looked up to me.

  Oceana’s hand went on my chest, and if felt a little like skin, and a little like warm water as she stroked my chest. It was decidedly odd, but at the same time it felt good.

  I pulled her against me and gripped her silky hair to claim a kiss. The sensations were unreal, she was warm against me, silky smooth skin, but at the same time it clearly wasn’t skin. She was water magic, and whatever it was felt amazing against me and under my fingers as our tongues dueled.

  I gasped into Oceana’s mouth, as Regina swallowed me into her throat and then gagged. She’d been practicing, and her blow jobs were amazing now, but she still had trouble deep throating me. Not that I cared, her love, devotion, and honest enthusiastic enjoyment she took in the act made it the best I’d ever felt. And that didn’t even factor in her magic, and the little sparks of pleasure she sent up and down my cock.

  Oceana gasped softly, “Master,” as she kissed me deeper, and squirmed against me as I started to play with her breasts.

  Regina popped off of me, and winked, before she grabbed Oceana’s legs and pulled the nymph on top of me. Oceana was more than happy to cooperate, and straddled me with her sex directly over my cock.

  I gasped again, as Regina took me in hand, sent more pleasure into my body as she simultaneously kept me from reaching completion, and lined me up with Oceana’s sex.

  Oceana gasped, “Master, she’s touching me.”

  “Fuck,” I breathed out as Regina fed my cock into her sex.

  It didn’t feel like a pussy. It was warm, tight, and I slid into her silken passage, but it felt different. Fucking incredible, just as good, but different. The best I could describe it, was that it felt like a whirlpool of suction, hot water, bubbles, all swirling around the length of my cock and the tip. Somehow, it also felt solid, and was tight around me at the same time.

  The only real way to explain how the disparate sensations were possible, was that her sex was magic, literally. And I suppose it was.

  The intense sensations were mind boggling. Then I felt Regina’s hot breath and tongue on my balls, base of my shaft, and no doubt on Oceana’s sex as she licked us both and sent sparks of pleasure into our bodies. I wasn’t sure if it was working on Oceana’s body, or if she could just feel the added pleasure through the bond and in my own mind.

  Either way, she squealed and cried out in pleasure, both out loud and in my mind, as her tight whirlpool passage tightened around me further. The sensation of the whirlpool sped up even as it grew tighter, and based on the look of absolute blissful pleasure on her face I was sure she’d just gone over.

  It would have sent me over too, but Regina denied me while at the same time slathering my balls and taint with her tongue.

  “Oh master,” she said in sultry breathy bubbles. I know that’s a horrible description, but her voice always held an aspect of liquid to it. Her voice was sultry, but also sounded like she was talking under water, which was just weird but hot at the same time.

  When she came down enough, she started to bounce on my cock, and move up and down, she was so warm, snug, and wet around me, but milked my cock hard with each rise of her body. It didn’t feel better than being in my mates, but it was so different and intense I knew I’d be doing this again, a lot, once my mates were sated anyway. Oceana sure as hell wouldn’t mind, she was a nymph in the true meaning of the word.

  “Get up here Regina, I need to taste you.”

  Regina purred, “Yes master.”

  I spanked her when she got close enough, “Stop that.”

  She giggled, “Are you sure, master?” obviously just fucking with me. Still, it was just as obviously turning me on, maybe I was turning into a sex crazed asshole. Or maybe I just had three women to sate now, and between Regina’s magic touch and Oceana in my mind, I also had the desire, will, and stamina to get it done.

  Heck, my life was complicated and dangerous, why the hell was I stressing one of the best parts of it, the women in my life, and not just the sex part. It was work, but they were amazing.

  “Yes, cut it out.”

  She pouted, and then I couldn’t see her face anymore at all, as she straddled my head and lowered herself onto my lips and tongue. She was delicious, not as sweet as my elf, but her liquid arousal made me moan deeply into her sex as I licked between her labia with long slow strokes to start with. I’d stay away from her extremely sensitive clit until she was close to the edge.

  She gasped, “Oh James, I love the way you do that.”

  The way she said my name with so much love and devotion in her voice, she might as well have just kept calling me master. It drove me crazy, every single time she did it, and my cock twitched deep inside Oceana.

  I did my best to work her toward orgasm, while controlling mine. Oceana felt incredible bouncing on my cock, and I truly loved the way Regina ground down on my face.

  Then I heard them kissing, and Regina’s soft breathy voice, “Yes, just like that, pinch my nipples while master eats my pussy.”

  That was it, I lost all control and grunted into Regina’s sex, as my legs grew numb and I thrusted up hard into Oceana. I sucked in Regina’s clit and batted it with my tongue, even as I started to pulse my essence into my nymph.

  The nymph tightened around me, and her whirlpool of pleasure turned into an impossibly tight water spout. It would occur to me later, when I was capable of thought, that her orgasm was triggered by the one overwhelming my body and mind in that moment. She could come without me from direct stimulation, but she would always cum with me, even when I was alone with one of my mates, or both of them, and she wasn’t involved.

  Regina screamed my name, arched her back, and ground down on my face as she came all over me. Her nectar was delicious, and I swallowed what went in my mouth, as the rest of the flood covered my face and neck. She always gushed like that when I ate her, I think it turned her on something fierce, that her mate would do that for her. I loved it.

  Regina collapsed to the side and shook, as Oceana slid off of me and snuggled up. It felt really good with her against me, like a warm relaxing bath, without getting wet.

  “Thank you master.”

  Regina giggled, “Yes, thank you, James.”

  I spanked Regina, she was incorrigible, insatiable, and dear god did I love her.

  “Your welcome,” I said in a faux snooty tone.

  Regina broke down in giggles, and she couldn’t stop laughing.

  Oceana asked, “What’s so funny?”

  I replied, “You don’t have to thank me Oceana, it was my pleasure too.”

  “Yes master. I’m pleased, can we do it again?”

  We did, but I wanted Regina that time, and took her from behind, while my mate used that wicked tongue of hers to please Oceana. We spent most of the afternoon trying out different threesome approaches, and I had a great time. The pleasure they both engendered in me was incredible, but Oceana was all about the sex and pleasure. It lacked the normal intimacy I had with my mates, so I spent the last half hour or so before we expected Saria to come back with just Regina, and made love to her.

  Oceana didn’t seem to mind, which was a good thing, because sometimes I’d just want to love my mates…

  Chapter Seventeen

  Karana returned when Saria did.

  “Are you staying for dinner?” Regina asked.

  Karana shook her head a little regretfully, and Regina left to go get the rest of us food from the kitchen.

  Karana smiled, “We discussed your idea, and liked it a lot.”

  Saria nodded, “In fact, it has so much potential in minimizing damage to the forest from invading groups of mages that we believe we might talk my parents and her king and queen into sending more support to ensure the city becomes independent, and a place where we can trade openly with humans.”

  Karana said, “I’m leaving tonight, I’ll have to if I want to get back within ten days and before the king’s next wave of troops shows up. I’ll go to Amathyr first, and then Lelmalond if I get my king’s blessing. Krenum will stand for my people while I’m gone.”

  “Oh, okay. That’s good news.”

  Karana smirked, and said sultrily, “I’ll be back James, and I’ll miss you too.”

  I blushed and nodded in agreement.

  She stepped closer to me, and looked up at me through her long eyelashes. Her eyes were smoldering, and despite fucking non-stop the last three hours I felt my cock stir at what I saw there. Passion, desire, need, attraction, and perhaps the beginning of love. Unfortunately, there was also uncertainty.