It was wild, and I roared as I came deep inside my nymph, and as she came with me, she also upped the vibrator to full blast to send our witch voyeur over the edge too.

  Then we all collapsed and cuddled up together. We’d accomplished our plans, and it seemed like it was a complete success across the board. She did like watching me fuck another woman, liked being watched, and she liked dominating our playmates, which would translate when we had a harem of our own.

  Despite being done with our goals and the organized part of her sexual awakening, neither of us were close to done with Grace, and after a short break of cuddling we got back to it. It was a wild afternoon. I’d had Grace’s pussy twice already, and her tits once. That late afternoon I also took her mouth and her plush and supple ass. She had said she was up for anything, and she truly was.

  Fiona’s mouth and ass didn’t escape my attention either, and there was a cheap thrill in knowing I’d hit all seven fun zones in the room, four on Grace and the three on Fiona, with nine orgasms all together for me, and an endless amount for them.

  The two of them pleasured each other in a variety of ways as well, as we ran through a wild gamut of threesome positions. Both of them seemed to love cleaning my messes out of each other too. We simply couldn’t get enough of each other or our new playmate.

  The only time Fiona appeared to perhaps be losing control of herself and not in a good way, was when we were roleplaying cheating husband and aggrieved yet turned on wife. Fiona was forcefully controlling Grace by the hair and shoving her mouth down my cock, while berating her and giving her a sharp spanking with the other hand. After catching the whore sucking my cock, of course.

  Grace seemed delighted by our roleplay kink, and it wasn’t the first one we’d done that day.

  At first it seemed she’d just sunken into the role, and everything was normal and fine, but I think our roleplay choice ignited true jealousy. She started to get a little too harsh with Grace and looked genuinely enraged that this tart had moved in on her husband. Like… it’d gotten real to her.

  At least, until I’d said applesauce. That was all it took to break her out of her rage, which was a good sign to me. She’d looked startled, then shocked, then a bit guilty, and it’d been fine after that as she berated Grace to suck her husband’s cheating dick harder and demanded that Grace make it good for me as she fucked the witches throat forcefully on my cock.

  I’d had hints of that darkness before, nymphs could be vicious. They might’ve liked being sex toys at times, but they were not bimbos, and they could be absolutely terrifying when defending their perceived territory and what they owned.

  I found it both disturbing, and a little hot and exciting to tell the truth. Mostly though, she was in control of her darker instincts, and even gaining control of her sexuality and needs that way. But it was one more thing to keep in mind if I went for it at the end of the month. I’d be her bonded. Cooked for, catered to, sexed often, and she would be my love and my willing submissive in bed. But, I’d also belong to her in a real way, as much or more than she’d belong to me.

  Chapter Nine

  The warmth of their bodies pasted on either side of mine was really… nice. The three of us were totally wiped out, and it was late in the evening after close to eight hours straight of sex. First all their fun zones, then a number of fantasies and roleplays. It was shallow, but I have to admit I’d grown rather fond of Grace over the last eight hours or so. She was an exquisite and quite accommodating lover as she’d said she’d be. Easily and eagerly complying to all our wishes, kinks, and even physical demands.

  They could both be described as aggressively submissive in bed. But Grace never tested, Fiona constantly tested. She was submissive, but my nymph would also tease and rebel in small ways. I was fairly sure that was because she liked to be punished, dominated, and kept in line. She loved to be swatted and set straight, it always turned her on.

  While Grace was just… completely submissive and breathlessly obedient without testing or pushing back at all. Which also made her perfectly compatible with Fiona getting her domination on, since she was only submissive to me. I couldn’t help but think she’d make a perfect first concubine for us, but I didn’t think it could really happen. She’d told us she didn’t do relationships, and that would be a relationship if a creative one.

  Fiona said, “I wish we’d have met you two days ago. We have to get back to our ship and we’re moving on from the station tonight.”

  Grace smiled, and stretched out against me, “Me too. I don’t remember ever feeling so deliciously sore, or ever meeting two partners with quite so much stamina or delightful imaginations.”

  “Me three. Thanks for those wickedly delightful memories you promised.”

  Grace and Fiona chuckled.

  Grace said, “Goddess, this is going to sound bad, especially after giving you that speech in the beginning. But I don’t suppose you want to take me with you?”

  Fiona tilted her head, “I thought you didn’t do relationships, and get with couples because they’re not clingy.”

  Grace blushed, “I don’t, and I do. It’s not about that. I umm, told you I was a witch, but that’s only half the story. I don’t do relationships because I’m a tantric witch. I recharge my power and grow my power through sex. I’m… not quite as insatiable as a nymph, but tantric witches tend to be rather free with their favors because it links into our power.

  “Anyway, you two, your magic. When you two cum together, it’s like your magic joins, multiplies, and explodes as you do. I’ve never felt anything like it before, and I have so much magic stored up from your mutual orgasms I won’t have to fuck for a month, if I don’t want to. I’ve never been so… full before. Even separately, your natures as supernaturals give off more power during orgasm than I’ve seen before, if not quite as markedly as when you cum as one.

  “So it comes down to that, and the amazing sex. I’d have to fuck a dozen couples to gain as much magic as I did this afternoon, and they’re usually not so good at it, and not nearly as… beautiful and sexy. I’m only even bringing it up as a possibility, because I know nymphs need more than one partner. It could be fun, for a while.”

  Fiona shook her head, “You’re saying you just want the power and the fantastic sex, but that won’t work.”

  Grace frowned, “It won’t?”

  Fiona said, “You don’t do relationships, and that’s easy to accomplish with one-night stands with couples. But in a long-term affair, emotions will happen, whether you want them to or not, it’s natural and we’d likely come to care for you as well. I’m just saying, if we did take you with us and make you our lover, it wouldn’t be nearly as free of deeper connections as you seem to believe.”

  Grace pondered that for a moment, “Perhaps we would become friends and lovers, but sex alone won’t tie me to you two emotionally. It would be about the power, until you grow tired of me. I’m willing to risk deeper ties for the opportunity of being your long-term lover.”

  Fiona and I exchanged a long look, and she nodded subtly.

  Fiona said, “Damien and I need a small harem, for practical reasons. I’d say two of you. You could be the first, if you came with us. The position of concubine pays well of course, for your discretion and availability to us.”

  I asked, “Just two?” mostly because she’d said three the other day.

  Fiona nodded, “She’s not human. She’s a witch and a tantric one at that. She won’t have days where she’ll turn us away or need a break from sex. I also don’t believe she’ll leave us without notice, if we come to an arrangement, so we’d have time to find a replacement, or two if necessary because I doubt we’ll get so lucky again.”

  Grace frowned, “Notice? Payment?”

  Fiona said, “Your only job would be to pleasure us on demand, on paper I mean, I’m not trying to be offensive. Neither would you be prisoner, but you wouldn’t have another job. You’d be our concubine, and you need to earn money. There would also be expectations of meeting standards of behavior, at least in public. But in reality, we would be friends and lovers. Notice, so we’d have time to find a replacement, if you choose to leave our arrangement.”

  Grace nodded, “I know what notice is. Just wondering why you need it, when you can walk through a club and have every man and women in the place panting to take my place.”

  We shared another look, and Fiona nodded to me.

  I said, “Because we can’t do that, Grace. It would cause serious political upheaval if we did, as well as being a titillating scandal. We could only do it today because we’re off world and away. Grace, I never did properly introduce my companion. Fiona is the prelate apparent of the Fellowship, and the current duchess of Patience.”

  Grace giggled, then when we didn’t laugh, she said, “Fuck me, you’re serious.”

  I laughed, “I’d like to, a lot more.”

  Grace blushed, “Seriously?”

  Fiona said, “Yes, I am. We also ignored your assumptions earlier and just went with it. Damien is far from just my willing boytoy. He is guiding my awakening, and I hope he will become my permanently bonded mate. But as you said earlier nymphs need more than one lover, so you would be our shared concubine, along with one more we’d have to find.

  “It’s both true and a political fiction, as prelate having a couple of concubines as a female will be tittered about, but it will also be proper and acceptable to the church’s doctrines and morals.”

  Grace nodded, “I get it, while picking up a slut at a club for a one-night stand would not be acceptable, and it would cause a salacious scandal. You’d need me to play the part in public, of a proper and conservatively dressed concubine.”

  “Yes, a lady outside, and inside our wild submissive slut.”

  Grace giggled, “Yes, that gets right to the point, doesn’t it? And I get paid, for fucking the two of you and getting more powerful each time?”

  “Yes. Of course, the payment is for your discretion in keeping the truth of Fiona hidden behind closed doors. Not even the temple guard truly understand what she is and all that’s involved in it. You’d be available to us, and of course you can be friends with the other concubine as well, on the nights we don’t call on you. Which will probably be rare. The friends and lovers part is not part of the payment, obviously.”

  Fiona said, “Very rarely. We can get our personal sex and relationship during the day, the nights will be all of us, and we may stop by during the day for a quickie. Both, or one of us. I can’t give you another job, but I can give you run of the gardens, so you can practice your magic.”

  She nodded, “Flora is a specialty of mine, also mind magic but I don’t get to use that much. That’s a lot, and this is a little surreal, I had no idea you were that Fiona. Gods, you’re just eighteen aren’t you, for real.”

  Fiona nodded, “Yes, ten days ago now. Umm, can I ask?”

  Grace winked, “Of course, your grace.”

  We both spanked her, which made her giggle.

  Grace said, “I’m just twenty-three. This is my first job, blew my professor for the referral. Witches tend to age one year every three, and tantric witches are more in tune with their bodies, so it’s closer to five to one. Which is why I look nineteen, and I’ll likely live somewhere over four hundred years. So how well does being your well dressed and well-behaved lady in public, and a shamelessly always willing slut behind closed doors, pay?”

  Fiona said, “You mean you’re still interested?”

  Grace snorted, “My only job being sex and keeping my mouth shut, which is my passion and what I live for to fuel my magic. Living in palatial surroundings, and being the spoiled concubine of the next prelate and her handsome and powerful mate? Not to mention you’re a nymph and at ten days already better than most in bed, I can’t wait to see what you do to me in six months, or years. Your mate is generous in bed too, and better with his tongue than most women I’ve slept with. You’re joking right, why ever would I turn that down?”

  Fiona grinned, “Well, then. Shall we discuss it? Keep in mind food, and the concubine apartments will be paid for as part of the package, and healthcare is meaningless as I can keep you in perfect health. Your wardrobe, both the public one and risqué bedroom one, will also be provided to you. Your apartment will be private for you and the other concubine, with separate rooms, but also attached directly to my suite so you can join us and leave us in complete discretion even if nude.”

  The two of them got down to haggling out an agreement, and at the end of it she digitally signed a concubine contract, which was also a non-disclosure agreement.

  Then she turned to me, “I hate to be rude, but I have to know. What the hell are you? I mean, besides absolutely sexy and amazing in bed, with a perfect cock and a wicked tongue.”

  I laughed, “Join the club. I have no idea what I am.” I explained my four powers, two active and two passive, and why I had no idea what race I was.

  She shook her head, “Whatever it is, you’re extremely powerful in magic potential. I suppose you would have to be, if you can shift into any living shape. Still, I wonder if your power is really limited to those four things.”

  It was, I’d experimented heavily, especially with my passive powers, they weren’t going to do anything else. I supposed being powerful was why I could take out demons so easily, even if that power was focused to four extremely limited abilities in breadth. Shapeshifting, cleansing fire, speed, and intimidating or alluring influence, the second one females only.

  Then to celebrate her joining us, she gave me a blowjob that blew my mind in its intensity and in her passionate delivery, and she ate out Fiona so well even I was taking notes as the sexy blonde writhed wildly in a potent multi-orgasmic explosion under Grace’s attentions…

  The ship’s officer was staring angrily at me, while Fiona was setting up Grace’s access levels to and on the ship with one of his underlings. Like it was my fault their precious young duchess was bringing a naughty friend home. It was honestly starting to get a little old, the way the temple guard treated me and seemed to disapprove of Fiona’s associations with me and now Grace.

  I’d put up with it against me, but if they stepped out of line with Grace then the nice guy was going to take ten while I dealt with it. I already felt protective of the adorably sexy light brown-haired witch, and I wasn’t going to see her looked down on or treated like shit by these stuffy and butt hurt assholes.

  Whatever the officer saw in my eyes in that moment, had him taking a step back in fear, but he instantly regretted it and puffed his chest out to try and intimidate me. I snorted, rolled my eyes, and looked away to completely dismiss him.

  Fiona turned her head gave me a questioning look over her shoulder, no doubt hearing the snort, and I just winked and shrugged. I didn’t want or need her to fight my battles, no matter how willing or viciously she’d do so on my behalf.

  I was starting to think the whole butthurt thing was more than just professional pride. Had they watched her grow up into a young hottie, only for some no-name and rank independent agent to come along and claim her as they always wanted to do? I mean, if it was a temple guard guiding her through her awakening at least it’d be one of them. I didn’t know, but as I said, it was getting damned old.

  I mean, it wasn’t like we’d shown up with Grace in her slutty micro-dress. We’d dropped by her quarters on the station and she’d packed. At the moment she was wearing a tightly conforming ship suit, but it was quite professional and what the station workers wore. Most of her stuff was professional ship suits that looked like a jump suit, and mostly slutty club wear, which was why we’d chosen the former. We had plans to add class to her wardrobe as soon as we hit the next station.

  We’d run out of time to do it at the current station, because the departure time scheduled was in like fifteen minutes from that moment.

  Once that was set up, we headed into our part of the ship, and I was thankful for the privacy. Fiona gave her a quick tour, which ended in our suite where she showed Grace the guest bedroom.

  “Okay, so question,” Grace asked, “Is my bedchamber part of the fiction?”

  Fiona giggled, “It can be, if you wish it to be. Damien will always be in my bed at night, and he’ll always be sleeping next to me. As our concubine I’ll let you choose where you sleep, and of course regardless of what you choose your room will still afford you privacy and be there should you need it. This is all new to us as well, and we can make up the rules as we go along if we want to, but the public and even the guard will believe you sleep in your own room and only enhance our bed at times.”

  Grace said, “I appreciate you giving me the choice, but what do you really want?”

  Fiona licked her lips, and then stepped into Grace and kissed her deeply.

  Fiona’s voice was low and seductively warm, “Grace, I’m a nymph. Of course I want all my lovers by my side, always. While you are under contract you are mine. But exceptions for my station and expectations in my public life must be maintained, at least in the public eye, and humans can’t really understand my needs and desires that way. My mother’s harem stays in their own room, on most nights, after their nightly duties, but that isn’t what my mother would prefer. It’s what she has to do to maintain the illusion and because her harem are human women with appetites that pale next to ours.

  “As a tantric witch I’m hoping you can, and that you choose to be by my side at every opportunity, whenever I’m not in the public eye. We can even arrange for you to attend me in public, along with my chosen mate, should you wish it and be willing to play the part for the politicians, media, and cameras.”

  Grace bit her lip, “I see. I suspect your duties in public as duchess and heir apparent to the prelate’s throne will give me more than enough privacy. It might even be fun to attend and serve your whims in public on occasion, but not all the time. A bedroom to hang my clothes sounds… good enough to me. I’ll always want to play, and I think I’ll enjoy sleeping with you and Damien at night, both figuratively and literally,” she winked, then turned to me, “And you?”