We finished up dinner and went dancing. The dancing was pure foreplay between us, our conversation taking things to the next level, our chemical attraction, and our magic, along with moving our bodies together in a simulation of sex had her hanging all over me and breathless. As for me, I was completely lost in her by the time I took her back to the ship.

  I kissed her teasingly and languidly as I slowly stripped her little black dress off, revealing her deliciously supple body in red silk and lace lingerie. She was truly stunning as she pressed her body against mine and reclaimed my lips, after stripping my shirt off. We continued to kiss and neck, no thought to kinks, fetishes, or the list, just doing what felt right as I slowly and teasingly caressed and teased her body.

  She let out a sweet sigh and melted into me as I took off her bra, and her hands started to work at my belt, button, and zipper to get my pants off. We separated for a brief moment to finish stripping down as our eyes devoured each other.

  There was also a possessive warmth and deep affection for her in my heart, and I scooped her up and laid her on the bed, before crawling in and taking my place between her eagerly opening legs. She opened wide for me, a look of affectionate surrender on her face and in her smoldering eyes.

  I lined up and pushed in, long used to the fact by then that nymphs truly were always ready, whenever they were near a lover. She was as wet for me as ever, and so deliciously tight. Over the last eight days her pussy was still ridiculously tight for me, but she softened and stretched tautly around me so much faster and easier, that I slid in almost effortlessly with a handful of strokes, only backing up at all to collect more liquid anticipation to ease the way into the blissful depths of her silken passage.

  She was wonderfully tight, tugging on my cock lightly as I pulled out and pushed back in with delicious slowness, and when she squeezed around me it was like that first night again. Her floor muscles were extremely powerful, and she milked me hard with a subtle roll of her hips, then took me back in.

  “Damien,” she said softly, breathlessly.

  I whispered, “So beautiful, my sweet Fiona.”

  I worked my cock out with aching slowness, and then rocked forward just as slowly, the intense silken and hot friction against me was wildly potent, every spark of pleasure a blissful eternity all its own.

  She whimpered into my mouth, and she kissed me sloppily yet so slowly and passionately.

  “What are you doing to me, Damien,” she asked in breathy shock.

  “The one thing that couldn’t go on the list, and just had to happen when it was time. I’m making love to you, sweetheart. I love you, Fiona. You make my heart sing, baby. So beautiful, the way you look at me.”

  She mewled and rolled her hips with wicked slowness as she bore down around me, constricting her heaven around my pleasure.

  “Damien, my Damien, I love you too. You made me start falling for you that very first night, and I’ve been your creature ever since. Damien… my sweet loving Damien, my deliciously firm and possessive Damien. I love you, and you’re driving me crazy right now. I feel so terrifyingly vulnerable, and so wonderfully owned and safe, with you inside me and looking at me so intently.”

  Then she cried out, and her pussy closed around me like a vise, sucking me in and milking me in desperation for my sperm, but I pushed through it. Continued to make love to her as she writhed, cried out, and trembled below me.

  “So beautiful, when you cum for me, Sweetheart.”

  Her bottom lip shook tremulously as she came down, her voice raggedly sweet and overwhelmed, “So intense, I need you, Damien. I’ve needed this sweet loving release, and I didn’t even know it. God it feels good, so intense. I love the way you’re looking at me, like I’m precious and wonderful, do you know how rare that is for one of my kind? The fuck toys of the supernatural world.”

  “Shh,” I shushed her gently, “You are precious, and so very beautiful. Sexy, clever, exquisite, sweet, and wild. You are also loved, baby. You are so much more than even all that, but what you’ll never be is my toy.”

  She panted softy, and trembled as she gasped out, “I love you,” then keened and trembled beneath me as she came for me the second time that night. The second of many more.

  I was going slow enough to resist the intense pleasure of her nubile and supple body indefinitely. My stamina had also been greatly increased, from that first night, from all the sex I’d been getting all day every day. I pulled orgasm after orgasm out of my nubile goddess, I worshipped her body with my eyes and cock, with a blinding loving affection in my heart, and a powerful need to protect and possess her always.

  It went on for over an hour, before the pleasures of her body were just too much, and her orgasms too intense. I wasn’t sure if it was possible to overstimulate a nymph, but that night she came closer to it than ever, and the milking action of her pussy was too incredible to resist any further.

  “Love you, baby,” I grunted, and the deluge of pleasure that flooded into me saturated my body and mind in a blissful ecstasy. An ecstasy almost as intense as the deep loving and vulnerable gaze we shared, as we came so hard together.

  It was the most beautiful experience of my life, honestly. I’d never made love to a woman before, never been in love before. It was… beyond heady, and into the area of transcendent, the way I felt as I looked into those warm green eyes and filled her center with my seed, my lust, and all of my love.

  No words could come after that without feeling trite, not even an ‘I love you’ would’ve done, so I kissed her instead. Warmly, lingeringly, languidly, and teasing sweet as I pulled out, rolled off, then pulled her against me tightly.

  She said, “Damien… I never imagined. Umm, there is one thing.”

  I laughed, “What is it, sweetheart?”

  She bit her lip, “Well, never be your sex-toy? I don’t know if we should be so hasty about that.”

  I snorted, and then spanked her ass.

  “Wicked one.”

  She giggled.

  I asked, “You’re serious?”

  She bit her lip and looked into my eyes, “Will you still respect me in the morning, if I’m your fuck-toy tonight?”

  I laughed, “Yes, but you’ll never be just that, I should’ve said. Of course not, wait a minute, you’re thinking roleplay?”

  She nodded, “Of course I am, I know you could never treat me like that otherwise. I could just be some hot empty-headed gutter slut you pick up, forcefully fill and cover with cum, and then toss aside when your done with me. While I of course will be loving every minute of it.”

  “Damn, baby. Oh, what was that fantasy from the restaurant? The whole lovemaking thing, I almost forgot about it.”

  She blushed, “Umm, another roleplay.”

  Well, I’d said it before, she really loved roleplay in the bedroom. I waited patiently for her to start talking again.

  “You umm, tie me up, and spank me punishingly, demanding I have your baby. Telling me you’ll untie me if I make myself fertile, but otherwise I’d never get away from you.

  “You have to keep punishing my ass, make it hurt, with your hand and maybe the riding crop, and roughly pinch my nipples, maybe pull my hair and violate my ass. Until I agree. Then you fuck me until you force your cum into my fertile pussy, no matter how much I beg and plead you to stop. Even when I start cumming for you, I won’t stop begging you to stop. It’ll be hot as hell.”

  “Fuck, really?”

  She giggled, “Yeah, I’m getting all turned on just thinking about you forcibly breeding me. Umm, in roleplay.”

  I pulled her tighter against me, and then kissed her lovingly.

  Then whispered, “Sounds like fun,” I patted her ass, “Go get the riding crop and ropes.”

  She laughed, and accused in a warm flirtatiously provocative voice, “You want to breed me, don’t you? For real I mean.”

  “In roleplay. Maybe,” I played it off casually, or tried to, but she knew me too well and busted me a second later.

  Her hand found my cock, fully hard and as firm as silken covered steel. Just as it’d been since she’d described the fantasy roleplay. Well, she had said it was intense.

  She giggled wickedly at that evidence of my mutual perversion, as she got up and started digging into the toy box while she muttered playfully about perverted men… probably just to rile me up and make me want to punish her. Seriously, she was really good at manipulation when it came to getting what she wanted in the bedroom, and apparently, she wanted an exceedingly harsh spanking during the roleplay.

  Of course, knowing she was pushing my buttons didn’t make it any less effective, and I was far too into the whole scenario to stop it just to make a point.

  In the end, it was a whole lot of fun.

  I’d never admit it out loud, but she’d nailed me down pretty good. A part of did want to breed her.

  One thing that really blew my mind, was if we did go the distance, and she did bond me, the sex between bonded was said to be even more intense. I found that very hard to believe, sex with my Fiona was already the best I’d ever had. By… miles.

  And even better now that I loved her.

  It almost seemed like a no brainer even after just a week. Insane sex life, gorgeous mate that’s also a master chef and loves to cook besides, loves to roleplay, and that last would expand further once we had our harem, three or even four part bits. She was both a challenge and kept me on my toes, and she was incredibly sweet and generous of nature. We got along in a lot of ways outside of the bedroom as well.

  Almost seemed like a no-brainer.

  Almost.

  In a lot of ways, we’d also be co-dependent, and by reasons of practicality stuck hip to hip. Not emotionally, though she would need sex to keep her faithfulness and to keep her in line. I’d need her so I wouldn’t cause a damned riot in the female population. That meant I’d need to be with her, or else be on the move at least once an hour. Which was doable. But not simple. Nothing was perfect though, and those problems were surmountable, and most definitely worth working out if possible.

  She was sweet and would accommodate me when she could, but I also had no illusions which of us was the most important. The prelate apparent in my arms would take precedence when it came to schedule demands. I wasn’t so vain I’d allow something like that to ruin our possible future, but it was something I needed to consider carefully before bonding to this woman I truly did love now.

  I honestly couldn’t imagine saying no in twenty days, living without her brilliant exuberance and wickedness in my life. At the same time, I was truly worried I’d feel leashed in the long run, and I didn’t want to ever feel resentment for her, for us. Although college sounded good, I really didn’t have a choice. I’d have to follow her around, or be on the move constantly, and that would be difficult at times and a pressure on whatever job I chose as well.

  I knew what I wanted, and it was her, all I’m trying to get across was I wasn’t entirely sure yet. Not yet. Sometimes love wasn’t enough, and she was my first love. That said, I was going to try my darndest to figure it all out in the next three weeks.

  It also took two, and she’d have the same decisions to make.

  Chapter Eight

  The eighth day was the third and last day on the first station. We’d be moving on tomorrow night to the next station while we slept, so it’d be ready for us to go into by the time we got done with our morning workouts.

  We were also tackling a lot that day if we could. Voyeurism, domination for her, group sex, exhibitionism if privately for me as an audience, the first and last would also have cuck elements I supposed since we were a couple and not strangers. Of course, to do all that we’d be picking up a woman who was into joining couples, and likely renting a bedroom on the station for it. It’d be much less likely Fiona would be recognized that way, and we figured the temple guard would probably throw a fit if we invited a stranger on board.

  It would also be our last formal day of following a schedule of discovery. By the time we left the station we’d have a solid idea everything she was into, and what areas she wasn’t into it. After that it would be a bit more spontaneous, and we’d expand into the areas she loved best first with the less common but related and deeper kinks.

  It also made sense to do it hours before we leave the station, so if there were any complications with our playmate it’d be easy to disappear without ruining part of the vacation. Without knowing what ship we were on, it’d be easy to disappear and close by on another station in the same solar system or not, it’d be extremely difficult for us to be tracked without that information.

  We’d finished our usual morning workout and run, swimming and martial arts training and sparring. We were just finishing up lunch and the plan was to leave the ship and not come back until we were done.

  “Nervous, baby?”

  She smiled, “Maybe a little bit. My mother explained the harem would really be for my appetites, right? That the harem would be shared with man I choose to bond with.”

  I nodded, “Yes?”

  She grinned nervously, “Well it’s a compromise of sorts, especially for us who are in important positions. Who can’t afford to be seen going out to clubs and picking out a playmate for the night like we’re doing now. A small harem of concubines for the prelate is at least respectable, not to mention the usual security nightmare it would be to have the prelate going to a club in public.”

  I read between the lines, “So most nymphs with a bonded mate would just go out as a couple and pick up a fun woman who enjoyed playing with couples anytime that they get itchy? No permanent arrangements?”

  She giggled, “Yes, that. Or they choose a mate who is a cuck and pick up men. Some don’t even get married, and just become a call girl and have a new man every night and make a good living, but those are admittedly rare. We do fall in love and want a mate just as any human woman might.”

  “Okay, so where are you leading me?”

  She said, “The sharing a harem part. We can be very… possessive of our mate. Controlling that side of me is part of the learning control part of this month. I didn’t expect to fall in love with you before we got to this point. That complicates the first time a little, especially if I don’t enjoy watching.”

  “So, you’re not sure how you’ll react seeing me drive my cock into another woman while you watch?”

  Her green eyes flashed with jealousy, then she blinked and looked away, “Yes, that. The idea is somewhat appealing but also makes me jealous. There’s nothing to be done for it though, because of who I am I have no choice but to pursue that option. I’ll need two or three concubines, and I’ll need to share them. Just one lover isn’t an option.”

  I nodded, “Well we’ll figure it out, that’s why we’re here, Fi.”

  Fiona winked, “Don’t worry, I know that. I’m just hoping I’m like mom that way.”

  “She enjoys watching?”

  Fiona grinned, “Yes, and so does father. Even the times they spend with the concubines separately, the next time they have sex they work each other up in bed by describing the encounter the other missed. Besides being hot and naughty, that also has the effect of keeping everything in the open, no secrets.”

  Oh, I had to figure a mother and daughter nymph relationship was a bit different than a human one if she knew that much detail about her parent’s sex lives. It seemed nothing was taboo to talk about regarding sex, and the idea of parent sex didn’t seem to freak her out at all like it would a human daughter or son. At least, at the young age of eighteen when most didn’t see their parents as sexual creatures.

  I wasn’t judging it or anything, just absorbing the differences, my lover wasn’t human. Close in a lot of ways, but wildly different in others. Of course, neither was I, but from a sexual standpoint my psychology lined up pretty well with a human male’s perspective on the sex side of things, I’d imagine.

  “Alright, do you want to take it slow. You can do your Sapphic love, and a threesome, then we see where we are?”

  She bit her lip, then shook her head, “That’s sweet to offer, but no. Let’s take the band aid approach, otherwise I’ll be worried about it all afternoon through the first parts, and it’ll taint those experiences. You fuck her first, while I watch, then we’ll play while you recover, then you join us for the threesome, then I’ll try out domination and exhibitionism and make her watch me with you.”

  I nodded, “Fair enough, take it head on.”

  She giggled and we headed to the shower to clean up, groom, and get ready.

  Fiona looked sinfully delicious in a bright red sheath dress that was snugly tight from nipples to mid-thigh, and a pair of black four-inch stiletto shoes. Half her hair was pinned up on the sides, so her beauty of face, neck, and ears were fully revealed as well as the diamond earrings, but her hair still fell down to tease the top of her bubbled ass.

  “Stunning,” I said, in a stunned voice, so it was a completely honest compliment.

  She smiled like the sun coming up as she moved into my arms and kissed my cheek, “Thank you, handsome.”

  I winked, and then pulled her closer with my left hand, as my right went up her skirt, pushed aside the panties for just long enough to insert the vibrating egg.

  “I thought this might help with the nerves, and it’ll be a lot of fun for both of us too,” I said, turning it on for a teasing moment on low before switching it back off. I didn’t plan on making her cum with it, just keeping her at a fever pitch, especially when I was pounding into the woman we picked up.

  She let out a sweet sigh as she melted against me, and her kiss was melty, soft, and oh so sweet. So much so it tempted me to stay in and throw all our plans by the wayside, she looked incredibly hot in that tube dress. Her lovely B cups lifted so high and mashed together by the material that barely went higher than her nipples, made it look like they might just pop out.

  I spanked her, and accused, “Temptress.”

  She giggled, and protested with mock innocence, “Me? Who put a vibrator in who exactly?”