It was at lunchtime that I brought it to the next level. I chose an Italian restaurant and we sat down in a fairly private area. When I was giving the waiter our order, I turned it up to high. I kept giving the startled and shocked waiter the order, as if nothing was going on, while it was quite obvious my partner was cumming like a freight train. She was being quiet as possible, but her sharp gasping pants and the way her body was writhing, it was beyond obvious what was going on.

  The waiter seemed to appreciate the view.

  It was a hell of a first day, and probably a first and a last. In the club I forced her to suck me off in a dimly lit corner. Anyone could look, and see her doing it, though not really see it clearly. But there’d be no doubts in their mind what the trashy blonde on her knees was doing. That’s about as far as we dared to take it, up close and too obvious, there was risk someone could recognize who she was.

  “So, yes and no, right?”

  She snuggled up against me in the bed later that night, she’d cum almost non-stop and powerfully, as I’d spanked her and reminded her about all the shameful things she’d done that day that made her a bad girl.

  “It was definitely a thrill, also clearly wrong. I wasn’t just flirting, Damien. My body belongs to you, at the very least for this month. I think I’d love to dress like a slut every day and be shown off by you, but you’re right, we can’t do it again. No matter how thrilling it was to suck you off in a room full of two hundred people. People watching me rock your world.”

  I nodded, “Maybe we can do similar things. We can still do the egg thing in conservative clothes, and without a three-hour teasing buildup you should be able to disguise your pleasure a lot better when I make you cum in front of others. It won’t have quite the same deep shaming effect, but there will be a thrilled shame in the idea of what they’d think of you if they did catch you. I suspect your mother is like you in this, and she found a way to get as close to exhibitionism as possible, without getting caught.

  “She probably even loved that I was hard for her, under the appearance of it being innocent. A naughty thrill, as she goes to her husband and reports her naughtiness to be punished.”

  She was so breathy again by the end of my thoughts, that I was sure of it.

  “Okay, we can try that.”

  I snickered.

  “There’s also the harem idea that can tie in with minor exhibitionism. It’s not quite the same as strangers, but you can show off to them, by rocking your bonded mate’s world and sinking into depravities, you know?”

  She bit her lip, “Another good idea. I know I’ll enjoy that after today. Did you enjoy it?”

  I nodded and kissed her hair, “I enjoyed watching you sink into breathless depravity, yes. Others watching didn’t do anything for me, but it also didn’t bother me. I also got the impression you weren’t the first woman to cum in front of that waiter, I bet they get sexual deviant couples in there a lot.”

  She giggled, “What’s tomorrow?”

  “Roleplay. We’ll do that here on the ship in the morning after our workouts, and early afternoon. When we enjoy the station tomorrow it will be me taking you on a date. Dinner, dancing, no sex or sex related things in public, save of course our own chemistry. We’ll just enjoy the station, and we’ll take a break for a while, until the end of the date and I take you back here. It’d be good for both of us, and for our relationship.”

  “That sounds nice, if a little frustrating. The date, keeping my hands off of you.”

  I grinned, “Good for our relationship, and your control. Also, never said you couldn’t hold my hand, and we will be touching while we dance. Consider it an alternate form of orgasm denial, the anticipation of the end of the night and all.”

  She blushed, “Not exactly what I meant, by keeping my hands off you.”

  I swatted her ass, “Show me.”

  She giggled, and she got on that.

  Chapter Seven

  As incredibly sexy that she’d been in the lewdly trashy outfit of skirt and tight halter top yesterday without panties or a bra, she was far sexier in the little black dress she had on late the next afternoon for our date. It was beyond sexy on her, and there was a lot to say to leaving some things to the imagination. It showed off about half her maximized pushed up cleavage, but it was thick enough to hide her nipples bumps. I also happened to know she had on hot red strapless lingerie bra and panty set under it.

  She’s also painted her nails and lips the same red as her three-inch-high heels. It was the kind of outfit that wouldn’t go amiss in a nice restaurant or a dance club.

  She had a warm smile on her face as I took her in, and then pulled her close. Her hair was down that night as I ran my fingers through it and kissed her softly.

  “You are magnificent, Fiona.”

  Fiona said sweetly, “You look fantastic yourself, Damien.”

  Roleplay had gone well earlier in the day. It was definitely in her wheelhouse and something she was excited about. In fact, by the end of our playtime she’d been exuberantly making plans to purchase various outfits and props. Waving her hands and talking excitingly about it all. It’d been both hot and adorable.

  We’d done the hooker and John roleplay, as well as Daddy and Baby Girl, cop and hot barely legal prison girl which allowed us to tie in some bondage and spanking to the game, and lastly Reluctant Secretary. That last one she’d loved the most actually, it turned out she did like reluctance games a lot. If it wasn’t for the comfort of our safe word, applesauce, I’d have actually believed she didn’t want it, until she reluctantly gave into her passion and rocked her boss’s world, that is. She was a total natural at roleplay, and she had a very wicked and richly sensual imagination. If that whole gig as the ruler of nineteen worlds fell through, she’d be a hell of an actress, and not necessarily in porn. I mean, Fiona could act a part flawlessly, off the cuff.

  I kissed her forehead softly as I cupped her cheeks, then took her hand as she blushed coquettishly. She didn’t blush at all about sex, no matter how depraved, it was when I made her feel safe and loved that my sweet nymph showed that part of herself. I was almost positive it was entirely genuine.

  It wasn’t long before we were in the center of the station walking toward the steak and seafood restaurant, comfortably holding hands. She looked happy, and excited to have me wooing her, despite her playful complaints last night in bed about taking a short break from sex.

  “So, do you want to rule?” I asked curiously.

  The last seven going on eight days we’d been together endlessly. I pretty much had her likes, dislikes, pet peeves, and hobbies down. All the little things, like favorite meals. I was also falling for her, how could I not fall for such a stunningly beautiful and wickedly mesmerizing creature?

  So, it was time for some of the more penetrating and serious questions. Of course, usually sexual conversations were also for later in a relationship, but that didn’t count for a nymph. Especially not one on a self-discovery mission on a one-month vacation where I was the guide. Point being, sex really didn’t count in my head as a serious conversation between us, it was why we were even there, after all.

  She tilted her head, “No one’s ever asked me that before. I feel a duty to carry on my father’s legacy and rule with an even and kind, if firm hand. It’s what I’ve been raised to do. I think my ambition is more in making my parents proud of me and doing a good job for the people. So yes, I want to rule, but I have no deep ambition to claim power. I’d much rather be tied up in your bed.”

  I chuckled, “Noted, they say the best rulers are the ones who see it as a burden, so I’d say that’s good news for the Fellowship.”

  She asked, “How about you? Do you think you could be happy on the ground?”

  I replied, “I honestly haven’t given it much thought, at least not until the past week. Before then there was no point, because it’d been impossible. I became an agent for several reasons. I was good in a fight, I felt like I had a responsibility to use the magic I’ve been given to its potential. Which is taking down evil creatures, vampires and demons, and other rogue supernaturals. But mostly I took that path because I couldn’t be around crowds, so being a lone agent on a scout ship made a lot of sense to me.

  “I think I could be happy, but not as a kept man. My mate and lover can’t be my whole life, I’d need to have a job or career I feel useful in. Preferably one that allows me to leverage my magic for the good of the people and the church. Any suggestions? I honestly don’t know what would be available, if say I found myself living in the main temple, for instance.”

  It’d have to be a job I was home every night for at least. Since Fiona would need cock every day to keep her in line and faithful. I mean, that’s what we were talking about at that point, if not with promises.

  She giggled, “Are you saying your… hopes, align with mine now?” she asked carefully, obviously not wanting to even suggest a commitment obliquely this early in the month.

  I squeezed her hand, “You could say that.”

  She smiled, “I’m sure something could be arranged. The cardinals have a local spy network, not just one in space, and there are demon and vampire reports that have to be investigated. The temple guard would be an option as well, and eventually you may replace the current cardinal in Patience. I could go on for a while, nothing will be perfect, but there are plenty of options.”

  We arrived at the restaurant, and I escorted her inside. A cute brunette hostess seated us on a raised section of two person tables on the left side of the restaurant, which had a romantic atmosphere.

  When the waitress came, I ordered us both a house wine, while we looked over the menu.

  “Question, sweetheart?”

  She blinked, then blushed.

  I’d asked that because she’d been staring intently at me since we’d sat down. It was also the first time I’d called her sweetheart, before that I’d only called her Fi, Fiona, or when in private and in bed, Baby. Save the earlier roleplay, which had included names and light backgrounds.

  She looked at the menu, and said softly, “I was just fantasizing about what I was going to do to you when we got back to the ship. Our recent conversation about our future plans… excited me.”

  I laughed, “I see. You seemed pretty intent about it.”

  She giggled, then winked playfully as she tossed her hair, “It was an intense fantasy, Damien.”

  “Tell me all about it, later.”

  She grinned, “That might be fun, okay.”

  “So college in a few months. How would that even work?”

  She smiled brightly, “I’ll be commuting via shuttle of course. Can you imagine the temple guards allowing me to live in a dorm, or a sorority? So, I’ll be in my bed every single night for the pleasure of my bonded, and only really be gone for a few hours a day, depending on how many classes that day.”

  “Classes?”

  She said, “The normal ones you have to take, along with political theory, history, and economics. I’ll be majoring in political science. Have you ever considered college? I could use a big handsome guard to keep me safe among all those yummy and overly horny college males.”

  I glared, and she giggle-winked flirtatiously.

  “I suppose there’s all those coeds to enjoy looking at, and if I didn’t, I’d cause a ruckus at the temple without you humming every ten to fifteen minutes.”

  Her eyes widened, “Totally forgot about that. Well, I hope you want to go to college then. You know I was joking, right?”

  I snorted dismissively in total confidence, “Yes, you’re mine, clearly.”

  I’d never considered going to college, but mostly because of my magic that made so many things impossible. The more I thought on it, the better it sounded, and not because of all the hot coeds. I was twenty-six, but I looked nineteen, so I’d blend in just fine.

  She blushed, “I really am. Yours.”

  Damn, she really was beautiful, the sparkles in her green eyes and with a blush on her cheeks, and a warm smile pointed my way, it all enhanced her natural beauty to awe-inspiring levels. I was fairly sure I was already in love with her, only a week since disembarking or not, we’d spent every waking moment together. That didn’t mean ready to commit, but it did mean it wasn’t unreasonable to dream and make some future plans.

  “Any extracurriculars planned?”

  She shook her head, “No. I’d be willing to hang though, if you wanted to go out for a sport?”

  I shook my head, “No, that’d be cheating. My supernatural speed would be an unfair edge in any sport. But we could both join a martial arts club, might be fun.”

  She bit her lip, “I’d like that, if we can convince the powers that be its worth the additional exposure.”

  I nodded confidently, “I have an in for that.”

  She giggled, “My mother does love you, I think. With you there to guard me she’d worry a lot less too.”

  I took that how she meant it, her mother just being extremely grateful for treating her daughter so well.

  She asked, “Harem size, two to three? Two is enough really.”

  I shrugged, “That sounds okay? Otherwise, someone would wind up feeling neglected. That’s enough for your instincts?”

  She nodded, “Two is. Eventually they’ll move on though, humans usually do. Three gives a buffer to find a replacement, while two ensures at least one of them will be up for some fun every day. You know? Mostly it’d just be us.”

  “Family?” I asked, even as I wondered if it was way too early for that question.

  She bit her lip, “Tradition is one at a time. We live pretty much indefinitely, and we can be a handful as children. One at a time. We also only have daughters.”

  My eyes narrowed, and I closed them and covered them with a hand. I was a fucking moron. The prelate had obviously taken steps to make nymphs seem less magical and different than humans were.

  Killian had told me she was half nymph, and I’d just accepted it without even considering how stupid it was. All nymphs were female, and all nymphs had children with males of other races, most often humans.

  Point being, Fiona wasn’t half-human, or half-nymph, she was an Earth Nymph and fairy, period. No wonder she was as devastatingly attractive and seductive as her mother was, only slightly more so to me because her magic was slightly more compatible with my passive magic aura of influence.

  Not that it changed my opinion of Fiona in the slightest, I just felt like a fucking moron for not questioning what Killian had told me. I should’ve, when it became apparent that they’d been soft-balling the whole thing to those in the Fellowship in the know about supernatural beings.

  Of course, it was also an insight that would never leave my lips.

  “That makes sense. Does that mean your parents are working on the spare heir as we speak?”

  She giggled, “Maybe. Your assumption is correct though, this rite of passage is what makes me an adult in the eyes of the community. My mother will still support me, but I’m no longer a child to be watched over quite so closely anymore. Another reason learning control is so important this month.”

  I nodded, and we paused the conversation as our food came out. The steak and lobster was delicious, and Fiona looked to be enjoying her ribeye and shrimp. Even silent we spoke with body language, far more intimately than we had with our voices, about our hopes for the future.

  The excitement in her eyes for once had nothing to do with that fantasy she was going to share later, or sex, it was all about me telling her my intentions and hopes was that I’d never leave her. That I’d be her bonded, come the end of the month. No promises, but just our hopes and where we wanted it to go had her breathless and lost in my eyes.

  Once we slowed down about halfway through the meal the conversation started back up. It was just as well we focus on that over dinner, there’d be no talking at the club later with the loud music blasting, when I proved I could actually dance quite well. I’d hated the dance lessons as a kid, that the priestess and acolytes forced on me, but as a man I was thankful for them. Dancing was an integral part in seducing a beautiful woman, after all.

  She asked, “Do you ever wonder about your parents?”

  I replied, “Only when I wonder what the hell I am, since my magic is so strange taken as a whole. I kid about it, but Priestess Nadine was a great mom, and the acolytes sweet if bossy older sisters. I feel no emotional lack at their absence is what I’m trying to say.”

  She winked, “At least until you seduced them?”

  I sighed, “Yeah, that sounds better than it was. I still feel guilty about that. I mean, they enjoyed it, and you’ve been on the receiving end of what they taught me, but I probably should’ve resisted when they… enthusiastically offered. I didn’t really understand what was going on either, but I knew it wasn’t normal.”

  She said, “I won’t tease about it anymore then. Still, they admitted they initiated, and there were no recants or accusations of no-consent.”

  I shrugged, “Magic. They literally can’t say no and it’s likely they still think fondly of me.”

  She changed the subject, “So, you asked me, but never said, one at a time works for you?”

  I nodded, “Yep. After college?”

  She blushed, “If I can resist the urge that long, yes.”

  “I won’t even ask, I mean biggest wedding of this generation, right?”

  She giggled, “My mom will make sure of it. Does that bother you?”

  “Not even a little. All that matters is you.”

  She blushed, and bit her lip, then confessed, “I’m having that fantasy again,” her eyes bright and her smile mesmerizing. She looked entirely lost in me, which was honestly boggling.

  I grinned, “Can’t wait to hear all about it, after we go dancing.”