Fiona smiled, “Thank you, Chris. Join us, you too, Grace.”

  The two of them sat on the loveseat caddy corner to us.

  We made small talk, talked a lot about college and our pending assignments, like a study session. We’d already done all our planning on the trip there as far as the mission, and there was no reason to speak of it. It wasn’t very long before there was a knock on the door.

  Grace jumped up and flowed gracefully toward it, and then opened it up.

  We heard a matter-of-fact woman’s voice, but not in unkind tones, “Is her grace available for a chat? I’m Admiral Cora Green, here representing the alliance in this… situation.”

  Grace turned back toward the couch, and when Fiona nodded, she invited the admiral inside, who was followed by Kathryn Vetter, her assistant and no doubt their team’s spy. Of course, we pretended ignorance to who she was entirely.

  The admiral moved in as Fiona stood to greet her, and the rest of us rose to our feet a moment later.

  “Admiral, this is an unexpected surprise.”

  Cora replied, “Greetings, your grace. This is my assistant, Kathryn.”

  “A pleasure to meet you. Please sit, would you like something to drink?

  Cora said, “A finger of whiskey would go a long way, thank you.”

  Fiona waved at Christy to take care of it, and after we were all settled back in our seats with drinks she asked, “What can the Fellowship do for you, admiral?”

  Cora said, “May I speak bluntly, your grace?”

  Fiona smiled, “Please.”

  Cora shook her head and took a sip, then said, “I’m not sure if anyone could be trusted in a time like this, when our alliance and fellowship could disappear with a single misstep. We simply can’t take that risk. However, I believe you to be more trustworthy than the confederacy, who would no doubt turn to conquering the both of us should they get a chance.

  “The fellowship has always been isolationist in nature, save your missionaries and spies,” Cora grinned, “If you wanted more worlds, you’d be likely to go out and get a new one, not steal someone else’s. Of course, with power comes temptation. The alliance takes pride in only absorbing worlds who wish to join us, and we take a defensive posture for the most part as well.”

  That was all true enough, but so was the part about power being a temptation.

  Fiona said, “I can agree in principle with that assessment, even as you assess my body language for clues to the Fellowship’s intentions. While the confederacy is a jackal this new technology would turn them into a plague of locusts. So, what is it that you propose?”

  It was an interesting dance, Fiona knew damned well it was Kathryn assessing us as the admiral focused on the conversation itself. She was trying to pretend to be clever, while outing her youth and inexperience, at least falsely so in order to be underestimated.

  Cora smiled but it didn’t reach her dark brown eyes, “Only that we share all data we discover on any of the Keerain Confederacy’s plans to sabotage one or both of us. Other than that, we will I hope, remain friendly competition, as we strive to restore the balance of power in the human sphere.”

  Fiona appeared to consider it, then nodded, “Nefarious activities related to one of us only? I can agree to that.”

  Our hosts would be aware of our agreement, but the confederacy wouldn’t, and our hosts likely wouldn’t care about such a limited and narrow agreement that wouldn’t impact their plans for negotiation. I suspected the admiral was well aware that we were being monitored, or at least assumed it as we did.

  Cora stood up and nodded, “Thank you for your time, your grace. Good luck.”

  Fiona nodded, “To you as well.”

  Grace got up to escort them out, and she shut the door and secure it.

  Fiona said, “That was interesting, but I expect it was just an excuse to assess our intentions and me personally. An admiral getting to know her enemy before meeting on the political battlefront. I wouldn’t hold our breaths in anticipation of warnings from that quarter.”

  I nodded, “Probably best to keep our eyes on things, and not expect any help.”

  Fiona winked, then turned to Evangelina, “We should probably start getting ready.”

  They already looked fantastic, but I didn’t ask why they bothered taking another bath, primping, and getting in entirely new dresses and differing hair dos. I supposed it would’ve been tacky to show up to dinner in the same dresses they’d arrived in. Regardless, that left me at loose ends with Christy and Grace who weren’t going, and we wound up filling the time in the usual ways… minus kinky that is.

  Chapter Nine

  Queen Allison was another blonde-haired blue-eyed bombshell, and quite beautiful enough to give Carmen Fiera some competition. Of course, she was far more regal and more reserved in her body language, than the confederacy councilor’s arm candy and mistress.

  The only other one present at the head table when we were escorted in besides the nine of us and the queen, was the prime minister. He had black hair, gray eyes, and a medium build. There were also four armed guards at the entrances, and a number of servants to refresh our wine glasses and deliver our food.

  There were six other tables in the room, filled with various nobles and representatives.

  It took a while to get through introductions as we sat down, and the queen seemed a bit disengaged from the entire process as the prime minister took care of it.

  The head table was a square shape, and each of the four groups claimed a side. We were seated across from the queen, with the confederacy to our left, and our dubious allies against them to the right.

  It was just a couple of minutes in, and Evangelina was already driving me crazy with her hand on my leg, pushing propriety about as far as it could go without breaking it, as per her orders. She was coming as close as possible to my cock without actually touching it, and trying to act reserved while actually looking around in vapid curiosity. It was an act of course, and a somewhat successful one as Traven James gave me a knowing smile, like we were bonding over the arm candy we’d brought along. It made me feel a little dirty actually, but I nodded back politely.

  What she was really doing of course, was assessing everyone while acting that way, and I did my best to stay focused as well, but it wasn’t easy. She was very distracting. I hated the idea, but the scandal at home which they no doubt knew about, would only reinforce her role’s believability. Something I was sure Fiona had considered but hadn’t said out of concern for how I’d take it.

  Allison said, “Welcome, all of you, to New Australia. Please enjoy our hospitality tonight, and we will reserve business for the morrow. I will only tell you it will be joint negotiation, I have no intention of selling to just one of you and risking an interstellar war, nor will I initiate a bidding war. So be prepared for that. I’ve also arranged tours of the new fabrication facility and a demonstration that I think will remove all doubt of our achievement. Those will be of a private nature, separately for each of you.

  “We are proud of our achievement, and we believe it will usher in a new era of peace and cooperation as we make our corner of the galaxy a little smaller. A new era of renewed and deeper exploration.”

  Fiona raised a glass, “Thank you, your majesty, for this opportunity,” then to the rest of the table, “A toast, to our host’s vision and hope for the future.”

  Everyone else responded politely with murmured words of agreement as nearby glasses clinked, no doubt while plotting how to come out ahead of everyone else.

  The queen seemed sincere enough, but I was getting the vibe that she’d take the three large interstellar governments for all we were worth. A once in a century opportunity. She wasn’t initiating a bidding war simply because she didn’t need to. None of us dared balk at the terms she set once the haggling was done. The only question was how far she’d try to push us, because if any of us truly couldn’t afford it she knew we’d turn to force or espionage as our only means of survival in this new human sphere. Really, that was our only basis for the haggling that would go on, admitted or not, our only leverage at the negotiating table.

  The rest of the night was spent on trivialities, boring speeches, and the queen’s pet social programs of which she seemed particularly proud of.

  All while Evangelina drove me crazy. An impression and role that would be backed up to our watchers, because as soon as we got back to our suite that night, I took her hard and fast against the wall like a man driven to the brink of sanity. She of course, wallowed in it, how she’d driven me crazy and to take her so wildly, demandingly, until I’d filled her hot pussy while she’d come apart around me, which wasn’t quite a part of the act but fit in nicely.

  Fiona was warm against my side, it felt a little strange having her to myself, the concubines in their own bedrooms as we went to bed. Incredibly intimate too, with our bond actively buzzing with desire, love, lust, and adoration for each other. She was my life. Her skin so soft and supple as I stroked her body everywhere I could reach, only occasionally brushing her breasts and nipples, her ass, or her sex.

  That, along with her warm surrendering kisses, and her caressing hands on my body, was keeping the bond opened wide between us, as well as being a delicious buildup of sweet lust and naughty love. It was only a matter of time before I took her again, and putting it off was deliciously tantalizing.

  Maybe we couldn’t be kinky, but being alone and intimate, that wasn’t the way our needs and desires were going. Not toward making love either, but an intimate yet vigorous experience was forthcoming.

  “I love you, baby.”

  She teased, “Only because our new concubine isn’t here.”

  I teasingly squeezed her ass, then ran my fingertips between her bubbled ass cheeks lightly and teasingly to barely graze her puckered star. I also knew she didn’t have a jealous bone in her body, so figured out she was trying to cement Evangeline’s role and reputation.

  “Jealous of my gift, Fi?”

  She smiled coquettishly, “Jealous it wasn’t me driving you crazy tonight, maybe. I half thought she might whip it out and jack you off under the table.”

  I chuckled, then I kissed her warmly, and murmured, “You drive me crazy every night.”

  She smirked and said sultrily, “Talk is cheap, husband. Show me,” she said so seductively my cock twitched in her teasing hand, “I want to be taken like you took her,” she said with a longing that was hooked straight to my libido.

  She was so incredibly sexy, and really clever too. She not only cemented Evangelina’s cover she was making herself out to be a young and insecure woman to our watchers, one that would dote on me and allow it. That, plus I could feel how turned on she was at the idea of being pounded while our watchers looked on, so it all fed together into an intricate dance of true desire and deception for our hosts.

  I hadn’t forgotten her kinks, and this was the first time we’d be fully exploring her exhibitionism kink to its ultimate expression, and it had her breathless with need. She needed to be watched as she was ravished by me, and she needed to be watched as she rocked my world in return. Not just by family, but by true strangers.

  I pulled her forcefully against me and devoured her with a consuming kiss, she was so turned on she couldn’t see straight, and that was hitting me hard through the bond. Not that we needed the bond, she was so incredibly sexy, alluring, and beyond beautiful. My earth nymph, my mate, my lover, and my wild submissive.

  I rolled on top of her, grabbed her legs and put them over my shoulders, then grabbed her arms by the wrists and pinned then down above her body, transferring her left wrist from my right to left hand so I was fisting both.

  “You are so sexy, baby,” I said firmly with lust in my voice, as she struggled beneath me and wriggled, I lined up and drove home into her hot sex. Her sweltering cunt gave way to my hard thrust, as always incredibly tight. Almost too tight, but hell if I’d ever complain as the delicious waves of euphoric bliss went through me as she convulsed around my rude entrance.

  No kinks, but restraining her body down with my weight and pinning her hands down with mine turned her on as much as being tied up. That on top of the presumed exhibitionism and she was already panting wildly, bucking and rocking her body to meet my every thrust, as her eyes glazed over with a fog of lust and untamed wanton need as I forcefully took my pleasure in her nubile barely legal body.

  Her silken passage was pure heated ecstasy on my cock as she tugged and gripped my sensitive skin milking me as I pulled out only to drive further into her with liquid satiny friction. It was as exciting as the first time, no, more exciting, due to our deep love and the magical bond that tied us together, as well as our senses and emotions.

  She was my nymph, and I knew I’d never get tired of taking her, loving her, using her, and fucking her.

  With my free hand I was firmly teasing her breasts, pinching her nipples, rolling them and pulling on them. I loved the view of her firm B cups bouncing so deliciously and wildly on the bottom of my vision, while I told her with my eyes that she was mine. My nymph. Mine to fuck, mine to take pleasure in, and that I needed the pleasures of her body more today than ever before.

  She let out breathy pants in time with her rocking hips, subtly and expertly grinding me with light milking action and gentle squeezes. Not hard enough to make it too overwhelming, just enough to tease me, as if her pussy wasn’t already perfectly tight for that.

  “Damien, so good in me. I needed this so badly,” she said breathily while her body already started to tremble as she bucked, rolled her hips, and otherwise suffused my body with the pleasures of hers.

  The lustful enjoyment and her wanton movements both for me and a wild slutty show for our watchers, and it drove me crazy imagining them watching her cumming hard for my pounding cock. Watching me sating and filling her with my seed.

  She cried out, “Husband!” and went over into ecstasy, writhing wildly and tempestuously as her sex convulsed, gripped and massaged mine wantonly sending deep and profound waves of euphoria rising and flowing through me. Her wicked cry of my name followed by the sexiest keening sounds of sweet and wild release.

  Almost like she wanted to let the whole world know she was a sensual sex goddess for me.

  I twisted her nipple hard and pounded her through the pleasure, my own rise toward pleasure dangerously fast as I did so in the pleasures of her quivering sex.

  “So sexy,” I said breathily in accusation, as she started to come down from her height, and once again started to work me with both expert techniques and wanton devotion for my pleasure. Her eyes wide with excitement and a need to feel my cock quiver and pulse deep in the depths of her paradise.

  The sensations of her silken paradise so tight for me, driving me toward the edge of bliss blindingly fast. I wanted to hear her scream again, so reached between us and started to stroke her clit and make circles above her generous folds.

  When she screamed out my name and came even harder for me the second time, I released my own will and allowed myself to be overwhelmed by the luxuriously potent pleasures of her body.

  I grunted, “Baby, too good,” I accused, right before the pleasure took me by storm, and my cock started to fill her greedily milking pussy with pulse after pulse of my satiation.

  Her eyes were bright, and so excited, as we rode those heights together, her body sloppily rocking to make it better for us both, and I managed a sloppy grind or two myself to extend and enhance our pleasure.

  Then we both started to breathe again, as our bodies were released from the intense double pleasure of our mutual ecstasy through the bond.

  She wrapped her legs around me tightly, and rolled, then immediately started to kiss down my body. Her eyes sparking with mischief and turned on beyond belief, and I knew it was at the idea of being seen by strangers worshipping at the altar of my cock with her lips, tongue, and hot little mouth.

  The night didn’t stop there either, I guess my wife didn’t consider anal as kinky, because after sucking out a load and happily swallowing it, she got out the lube and kept sucking me off to get me hard for a third time, while she worked open and lubed her own ass.

  After taking all three of her holes, we made love for over and hour on the fourth round, and we were both blissfully sated and more than ready to sleep.

  Besides being a wild night, it was also incredibly intimate. Having her to myself, falling asleep with just the two of us. I loved Christy and grace to death, and I already cared about Evangelina, I wouldn’t give them up for anything, but it was nice to have my wife to myself sometimes.

  It was a hell of a night. Also, the theory she was a wicked exhibitionist was put to bed, without a doubt, my wife longed to be seen rocking my world and being dominated by me. There’d been some shame over the bond, a thrilling one at her naughtiness, but mostly she’d felt a wicked pride at her wanton and irresistible ways. Of course, we couldn’t discuss it at all, not until we were back aboard ship anyway, but her body language, wanton abandon, and the emotions over the bond made it all pretty clear.

  The next morning’s wakeup call was a little different than usual, and obviously our concubines had missed us and conspired together. When I woke up, both Evangeline and Grace alternated between sucking me off and licking my taint and balls, while Christy was giving Fiona an extremely naughty wakeup call of her own down between her legs. We shared a surprised look, then one of pleasure and satisfaction before we started to kiss each other languidly.

  That’s how we came awake, literally I mean, cumming for our concubine’s naughty mouths while sharing a deliciously deep and languorously passionate kiss. Then of course, we had our four quickies in a rotation, not just all with me but each other in all combinations. The odd woman out in the middle pleasing both groups.

  Not to belabor it, but my wife was really enjoying it all for the added dimension of sating her exhibitionism fully for the first time as a fivesome.