She whispered, “I’m really happy to hear that, sir.”

  That sweet little admittance, that she wanted to be his in her alluringly seductive innocent voice, made his cock twitch mightily against her hand.

  Damn, she was so dangerous, and he just wanted more.

  Then he started to strip, as his Cheelah and human lover took their turn playing tonsil hockey together, which was hot as hell to watch. He could hardly wait to pound them both into blissful oblivion, and only then when they were trembling and overwhelmed orgasmic messes would he take his pleasure in one of them. Or maybe on both of them. He couldn’t wait to hear their cries of pleasure, or to see the looks of ecstasy and awed wild pleasure on their faces.

  Or the way the two minxes would fuck him right back, with wanton passion and heat. Not to mention what they’d be doing to each other.

  They kissed and groped like teenagers, and also got naked, leaving a trail of clothes all the way from the front door to the bed…

  Chapter Nine - Interlude

  She could barely breathe under his sensual assault, which she could only joyously and wickedly endure in ecstasy. Leanne’s pants filled the room, as did her knight’s grunts as he drove his cock into her over and over again. His huge girth pulling at her walls, as she rolled her hips the best she could to make it better for him.

  She still wasn’t sure how she felt about her perverted appetites, and she couldn’t help but wonder at times what was wrong with her, what was missing in her. But she couldn’t deny she never felt hotter, or more pleasure, than when Dacen was taking her without mercy, without regard, and for his own pleasure. She still couldn’t believe she’d cum harder than she ever had in her life, when Dacen had blasted his seed in the back of her throat.

  Her healer had told her that she was one of the rare women in this world that simply didn’t orgasm from straight sex, but she’d offered no clues as to why that was. But her knight had seen the wild and debauched need in her, and he’d shown her heights of pleasure she’d never dreamed existed.

  Sex had still been good, had felt wonderful when she’d seduced men and women in the line of duty for her job, as well as just for fun. She thought it a test of the goddess, to test her diligence and faith. She’d never imagined the truth, the truth that Dacen had shown her so definitively the last two days.

  “Fuck me, never stop fucking me. I love the way you take me, sir. I need it, you make me long for it, the feeling I get inside when I feel you force your seed in my body. A body that exists for your pleasure, and the pleasure of your other partners. Fuck, harder, spank my tit!”

  She could barely believe those last three words had left her mouth, she hadn’t really been thinking, just saying whatever came to her without a mental filter. But when she felt his firm hand slap her triple D breast her pussy tightened like a vice for him, and she got lost in the wicked pleasure of it all. The delicious sting mixed with the pleasure, and she was thrown over the edge into the depths of rapturous ecstasy. She felt like she was drowning in it, and the only thing that could possibly make it better would be feeling him empty himself into her at the same time.

  In that moment, she knew it was what her lush and ripe body was truly for, to take his pleasure and endure his wild assaults. It gave her more pleasure than she’d ever known.

  The only thing better was right after, when he held her, caressed her, and told her how amazing she was. When he was tender with her, it was a moment of transcendence for her, as well as turning her on so much she couldn’t see straight.

  Damn, he could fuck, better than any lover she’d had before. He always seemed to know exactly what she needed, and how hard or soft she needed it.

  She was seducing him, joyfully, but he had no idea how truly wrapped around him she was. She was lost in him, subsumed in joy and depravity in that moment. She’d make any sacrifice, for her goddess and her prelate, but she had been nervous before she’d met him. Now she wasn’t, now she was glad it was her given this task.

  It almost felt like a reward of the goddess, to be this man’s lover, his friend, his servant, and yes, even his fuck toy. She hoped it would be more than that, but it was enough. For now, if true affection followed. Either in friendship, or something deeper.

  Most men worshipped her innocent beauty and her body’s sex appeal, but her knight’s both gentler and far rougher treatment was making her fall. She already felt affection for him, less than two days after they’d met.

  She just hoped he’d accept her service, and never put her aside, in her heart, and her body, she was already his, even if they never came to love each other she would be joyous in her duty to him and her goddess.

  Goddess, he could fuck.

  Riesa was losing her mind, as she bounced wantonly up and down his cock. The sensations it engendered in her body were myriad, and he was grinding very subtly each time she pounded down on him to stretch out around his cock. It sent wave of pleasure through her body, intensely, because those small grinds was positioning his cock perfectly so that his mushroom head rubbed her g-spot hard with every stroke, and the way he ground her put delicious pressure and friction on her clit.

  She was doing her absolute best to extract his cum, and to give him the pleasure he’d already delivered to her eight times since they’d gotten into bed.

  She’d never met a better lover, or one with as much staying power. That it was from his magic was beside the point, the real point was he used it to deliver pleasure to his bedpartners, and it came from a giving and unselfish place.

  She was half in love with him already, given her hero worship of him before they’d even met, after he’d saved her life so long ago. But… she was also a little concerned, he seemed to be holding a part of himself back. A part he hid from the world, and perhaps himself.

  She pushed down the worry, she’d barely known him a week, and trust and relationships took time to build. But… she worried just a little, because she wanted to be his. She wanted him to accept and want her on his permanent crew, whenever the king got around to telling him about it. She wanted to be his protection, his guardian, and his devoted and loving woman.

  So fucking good, feeling him slide in and out, over and over, sending waves of pleasure rocking through her body. She gasped and came hard around him, shook and trembled, while keening in pleasure, her tail locked in a corkscrew of ecstasy, when he pinched and pulled her nipple just short of brutally.

  She lost herself in that pleasure, which was only intensified when she felt him squeeze her ass possessively, then start pounding up into her as hard as he could. She felt helpless, as she panted and keened her pleasure, crying out his name.

  In the end though, she was submissive to him. But she wanted more than that. More than just being crew, more than just being his respected ally and friend. She wanted more than that, even more than all the great sex. She wanted all of that, lots of that last, and more.

  She wanted it all, desperately, but she was patient enough to let time tell. It was too soon for anything else, she knew that. For the moment, she just rode the heights of pleasure and enjoyed the sensations his cock and firm hands engendered in her.

  It was several hours later, and Daisy was suspicious, and she hated that she was. She’d tried to talk to him again when he’d come up for air in the bedroom, and he’d asked her to forward the draft of the treaty as soon as it arrived.

  Despite all her intentions, wishes to the contrary, and how much she loved him, what she said came out all wrong, and he’d gotten angry again.

  Dacen had been entirely too casual and dismissive about his indiscretion with Daniella.

  The man was hiding something, she was sure of that much. His story was too pat, he was too relaxed about telling it, and he used the same words every single time. Like it was rehearsed or prepared. He was acting too hard, pretending it was no big deal, but he just wasn’t that stupid.

  She didn’t believe for a second, that he wanted the throne. She also didn’t think he wanted to marry into the royal family, on the contrary that seemed extremely unlikely, since she knew he was incapable of love.

  She wasn’t sure what that left, but he was hiding something.

  So she’d done her duty, if reluctantly. When the treaty draft came in, she’d forwarded it to the king, along with her evaluation which cleared Dacen of being guilty of what the king suspected.

  The problem was she’d also sent her doubts. That he wasn’t after the throne, or marriage to his daughter, but that he was hiding something.

  She knew what that would likely mean. He would be questioned about it after the mission, and likely compelled to tell the truth. Which made her feel sick inside, but she didn’t know what else to do. He refused to open up to her, talk about their relationship and how they could fix it, or talk about his anger and how he couldn’t love others.

  But all that was nothing compared to how he’d clammed up about what he was hiding in relation to the crown princess.

  She’d had no choice, or at least, that’s what she kept telling herself.

  She’d try to talk to him again, and again. She had to, because if she could get him to open up about the truth maybe she could append her report. Then he wouldn’t have to go through the indignity and feelings of betrayal he’d feel when Andros put him to the question formally.

  Aria blushed under the spray of hot water in the shower, as she thought about just how close it’d been. Just how close she’d come to kissing Dacen, before she’d abruptly turned and walked away, feeling a slight pang of disappointment that he hadn’t kissed her. She’d seen the desire in his eyes, not for a prelate, but for a sexy and beautiful woman that he’d just hit it off with.

  Which was ridiculous, being disappointed that is, because she’d just met him. She’d never been one to jump in a man’s bed quickly, even in her youth.

  Dacen was deliciously confident, casual and calm under pressure even when dealing with the ruler of sixteen worlds. She also got the impression he’d seen her, a woman, and an attractive one at that in his eyes. All of that had conspired together and been a part of it.

  But she knew that in itself didn’t explain that intense moment of sexual tension between them.

  The truth was there was one more reason for it, which explained everything. It’d been almost twenty years since she’d felt a man between her legs, so those qualities had hit her extra hard. He was literally the first man she’d wanted to bed in a very long time.

  She’d only been a cleric of a small church far from New Blessing when she’d had her last affair, and her amazing son had been the result of that affair. Shortly after that, she’d been promoted to bishop.

  Merely because she was one of the blessed, she hadn’t done anything really to earn it. Her short stint as a cleric was merely to learn the ropes, so she’d know what her underlings were dealing with when she was over them. To give her insight on how all the pieces worked together.

  Her rise to blessed rank was a foregone conclusion once her gift was discovered, unless she did something heinous and broke too many of the church’s laws, it was a free ride.

  But her ascension to Bishop in conjunction with her love and faith in the goddess had lit a fire under her. A passionate one. She could always take and leave the politics, but it was then that she saw just how much opportunity there was to grow. She’d knuckled down, dedicating herself to improving the church and serving her goddess, no longer wanting that free ride.

  The only exception to those goals was her son, she spent the time necessary to raise him well, and she didn’t resent a second of it. Regardless, twenty years later, and she’d managed to claw her way to the top and take a seat on the most uncomfortable chair in the universe. Exactly where she’d always wanted to be, to push her agenda on the goddess’s behalf.

  During all that time she’d realized early on she’d have to play the game. Those below her were too intimidated to become her lovers, and her direct peers were power hungry assholes she didn’t want anything to do with.

  So, she’d abstained from sex, and threw all of her passion into her ambition on behalf of her goddess. In truth, she didn’t have time for a relationship anyway, not when she was mother, and had needed to sacrifice every other moment of her life on the goddess’s behalf.

  Dacen’s confidence and the way he dealt with her, the chair he’d chosen to sit in, and all the rest had stirred that long redirected passion. Not only wasn’t he intimidated, but as he’d said earlier, he’d be gone in a week. Having a hot fling and putting out the fire down below he’d kindled from the ashes, wouldn’t harm her politically, or give any of her opponents a claim, lever, or advantage in her life.

  Was it so wrong, to want a little release, and to forget just for a moment all of her responsibilities? To be just for a moment, and feel just for a moment, like an attractive woman with a deliciously toned and handsome man?

  It couldn’t go anywhere, but she was mightily tempted. She just hadn’t decided if it’d be worth it, now that that moment of sexual tension had passed, leaving behind the emptiness of longing for something long lost.

  As she finished rinsing off the soap, and reached out for her robe, she decided to put the decision off. To see how their time together at breakfast at dawn went first. It could never go anywhere, but she didn’t need a mate. She just needed a moment of relief, and release, because for the first time in a long time she’d found a man that she thought worthy of sharing her body with. One that wouldn’t look for advantage or stab her in the back.

  Just because it would be short, didn’t mean it’d be empty.

  Chapter Ten

  The room was black as night as he came wide awake. He froze and blinked, not sure what had woken him. The ladies were still snuggled up against him on either side, their heads on his shoulders and their legs intertwined. They were both still, so it hadn’t been them. He had no idea what time it was, they’d fallen asleep somewhere around ten after a shower to sluice off the sweat and juices of an evening and early night spent twisting the sheets.

  He strained his senses first, and when nothing alarming was found he stretched out his magic. Unfurled it slowly and gently. He did get permission to test for bugs, and he rarely woke to full alertness like he just had, unless there was danger nearby.

  His magic encountered three instances of moving energy. Two clearing the rooms on the way to the master bedroom, and a third in the kitchen. They had to be shielded individuals, and from how they felt he thought they had to be cyborgs. He wasn’t feeling magic, just powerful energy.

  Cyborgs were dangerous, when they wanted to be, and they made excellent assassins against magic users. Of course, most of them weren’t in that game, but enough were that it was a real point. They also weren’t common in the Moiroi Kingdom or Grand Communion. There were much more numerous on the free planets and the Leshien Confederacy planets, especially that latter who hated magic users.

  Though they used them, they had to. It took a healer which they called creators, to merge the technological to the biological as deeply as they did without rejection issues. They ran the full gamut from a replaced eye or limb to there being almost nothing human left. Just synthetics and electronics save the brain.

  He slapped up a magical shield immediately that surrounded all three of them and the bed, as he shook Riesa’s shoulder. The Cheelah came awake immediately, felt his shield, then rolled away from him. When she rolled back, she was holding a device in her hand. Must’ve been under the pillow.

  Leanne stirred and he put a finger over her mouth as she came awake. Her eyes snapped open, he couldn’t see them it was still dark, but he could feel the room just fine with his magic out. The ladies even better than the room in fact, with his specialty in body magic.

  She stiffened, and then unwound her leg from around his.

  That was about all they had time for, as both cyborgs breached the room in a rush of movement. They were preternaturally fast, but they looked completely human as their shields flooded the room with yellowish blue light. He wouldn’t know how much of that looking human part was truly synthetic until their shields fell. If they fell.

  One was a statuesque redhead at about six foot, and her male partner was a little over six feet with dark black hair and gray eyes. He used earth and fire magic to generate a bolt of lightning even as they opened up with their weapons, firing plasma pellets that exploded on impact.

  Both their shields took the punishment, as did his, and then the cyborgs were leaping for them.

  He stayed right where he was, and he held Leanne tightly with his left hand so she didn’t move, even if his instincts were screaming to get out of the bed and onto his feet. To dodge their physical attack as they flew toward him. He knew that was wrong, a human instinct that would just get him killed. Perhaps he was underestimating her, but he didn’t want to take the risk.

  One of the main ways a cyborg took out a magic user was a sudden and powerful impact. As a rule, the shields would take a punch or kick just fine, just as well as it would absorb mystical or scientific energies unless overwhelmed. But physics was still a consideration, and the sense of sharp movement and jarring impact from within the shield as they were sent hurtling across the room and into a wall or other object, could still cause disorientation and even a brain concussion. Without focus, the magic users shield would fall, and the next punch or kick would crush their skull or collapse their chest.

  Being on the bed, the shield would take the hit, and the bed under them and the floor would absorb all that momentum, without them moving an inch.

  Unfortunately, that wasn’t the only way they had of taking down a magic user, but it was one less that he had to deal with while lying in a fully shielded bed. There were also certain supersonic wavelengths that would confuse a human mind, most often leading to them failing to control magic, but that was a part of his shield as well. Using his instinctive power over the air to dampen those wavelengths while letting other sound in.