Fiona nodded, and I felt her curiosity as she replied, “That would be splendid.”

  Cora added, “Your husband and concubine are more than welcome to join us as well. I look forward to it.”

  Then she swept out of the room.

  We both had a few ideas of what it could be about, but neither of us chose to speculate. The admiral obviously wanted to meet us in a place our conversation couldn’t be overheard, no point in giving the queen’s spies ideas to consider. They weren’t stupid of course, but… discrete was better.

  We’d find out soon enough what it was about, for the moment we returned to our suite.

  Christy greeted me at the door with a lingering kiss, then said, “Grace needs you in the bedroom.”

  I looked over at Fiona, and her eyes went wide and she blushed, then she said, “Yes, she’s been wanting to talk to you since yesterday when you got back from the tour. But I forgot all about it, when you were all spoiling me.

  Christy grinned, “No big deal, why doesn’t Eva and I continue that spoiling?”

  Evangelina giggled, “That sounds delicious.”

  Those three moved off to the master bedroom, leaving me feeling a little bemused. I’d planned to drill Evangelina, despite the fact her flirting hadn’t hit me as hard as usual. I’d been too pissed and worried about the queen and Fiona’s silence. Come to think of it, she hadn’t been flirting all that hard with me that morning in the session, just lightly stroking my inner thigh, and not nearly as closely as usual. Maybe she was out of sorts too, for all the same reasons.

  Well, we could sort it out later, if there was a need.

  I moved over to Grace’s room and entered, and then drank in the view. Her wavy light brown hair was up, and she was naked save an extremely sexy black silk slip that clung to her lushly ripe body in wondrous ways. The neckline revealed about half of her cleavage, and barely went down to upper thigh. It was mostly translucent save a few sexy lace designs tactically located to make her nipples and sex just a little harder to make out.

  She was smiling invitingly, with a warm look in her hazel eyes. Her adorably beautiful face filled with various warm and wicked emotions as she looked me over.

  “You want to see me? Speak now, or it’ll be a while,” I threatened playfully, as I leered down her body and started to strip.

  Grace bit her lip, “So, yesterday when you were on the tour, Christy and I ganged up on Fiona and plied her with pleasure until we got our way. Honestly, it wasn’t very hard to convince her, I think she’s excited by the idea, and Christy and I hope you will be too.”

  I moved forward and crawled onto the bed, running my hand over the silk garment as I laid beside her and pulled her close. Her lips were soft and sweet, surrendering and passionate, and as usual I lost myself in it, in her. She was a hell of a kisser, and I was more than half hard when it ended, despite my earlier frustration.

  “What idea, gorgeous?”

  She bit her lip, “I love when you call me that. Not just what you say, but how you say it.”

  I grinned, nuzzled her nose with mine, and raised an eyebrow as I looked into her adoring eyes.

  She said nervously, “Well, we both think it’s worth the scandal it will incite, and Fiona agreed, but it’s up to you.”

  I chuckled, “Spit it out, naughty witch.”

  She giggled, “Well, we want to be very naughty concubines, and let you knock us up. We don’t ever want to leave you and Fiona, but we both do want children. We know it’s looked down on but it happens, and they’ll be yours and Fiona’s little sisters or brothers. We’d be one big family.”

  She smirked as she looked down, “I guess the idea turns you on, I’ve never seen you harder, but what does your big head think?”

  I grinned. She wasn’t wrong, I was so hard it was dizzying.

  “I think there isn’t a thing I want more right now, than to start a family with you and Christy. To keep you both forever at our side. It will be a scandal, but it should be mostly focused on us, and not Fiona. Are you… fertile?”

  She bit her lip, “One moment.”

  She rolled over, and grabbed a small vial from the nightstand, then opened it up and swallowed it down, then rolled back.

  “It’s hard to say, that potion removed my magical contraception, so I suppose it could happen.”

  I grinned, “You just want to spice things up, don’t you?”

  She blushed, “You mean seduce you into thinking you could be knocking me up every time that we fuck for the next few weeks? It never even occurred to me to do something like that,” she said mock innocently.

  I laughed, and my cock twitched.

  “You’re sure?”

  She bit her lip, “You have no idea how much I want your baby, love. Ever since you told me you loved me. I never really thought it could happen, not until Christy and got to talking about family, and we came up with our plan to gain Fiona’s permission. Yes, I’m more than sure, I’m…

  I shut her up with a deep kiss, then slid my hand along her silk shift, and ran my thumb firmly over her nipple, causing the silk to slide along it. Her sweet breathy pant and the way she melted into me, pushed her breast against my palm and ran her hand firmly through my hair, sent excitement and an insane desire down my spine and straight to my libido.

  “Wicked witch, sweet witch, my witch,” I said, my tone getting harder on that last, then I reclaimed her lips and pushed her onto her back, sliding on top of her and moving my hand between her legs.

  She sighed in pleasure, arched her back, and ground up against me, she was soaked for me, for the idea of creating our baby. For starting a family, and I twitched so hard it hurt. She spread her legs wide in a split as I took my place between them, lined myself up, and pushed in hard, all while I stared deeply into her eyes.

  I loved watching her expressive hazel eyes widen with the shock of my entry, as her sex stretched out so tautly around me and gripped me tightly.

  She rolled her hips with a hot determination in her eyes, taking another few inches, and then I buried the last two with one more stroke. She smiled brightly and squeezed around me tightly as she grew accustomed to my cock’s entry.

  “You own me, all of me, Damien. The last few weeks I’ve been poking fun at myself. All because I’ve turned into a sappy witch that gets wet from just imagining your presence, and the way you look at me in love and desire. That was never me, I never imagined I’d be this joyous and sappy submissive, completely consumed by my love for you, but I give up. This is who I am, and it took twenty-four years for a man to bring it out of me. The playfully cynical witch is gone, at least when it comes to us, Fiona, and Christy.

  “I’ll always be your naughty and sweet witch, your slutty witch. Even that, calling me the ultimate slut of the family, just made me love you and want to please you more. The way you said it, with teasing yes, but also with respect and awe in your eyes. Not in a way to degrade me. I need you, Damien. I need you to take me, put a baby in me, and to keep me forever.”

  I started to work her, long, sliding, and deliciously steady strokes, her hot paradise gripped and worked me, as she squeezed around me, roller her hips, and she started to pinch and tease her own nipples for me. She bit her lip with a sweet gasp, and the look in her eyes begged me to pound her and put a baby in her womb.

  “You are mine, gorgeous,” I claimed as I lost myself in those eyes, and worked up from that steady pace to a hard pounding that filled the room with the sounds of slapping flesh, and the lewd sounds of suction as her pussy grasped me and sucked me in, trying to keep me in. She was so perfectly tight for me, and the look in her eyes, her surrender, her wanting a baby, her telling me she was mine forever, it was all driving me.

  Not just with a deep lust as I pounded into her, lost in her eyes and the potent waves of pleasure, but also with an awed love and adoration, a thrill that this amazing woman gave herself so completely to me without reservation. A woman who wanted me so bad she was willing to have my family out of wedlock, to be my lover, mistress and the mother of my children, despite me being married to someone else.

  She trembled below me, her panting getting ragged, and her movements a little sloppy but still mind blowing in the pleasure delivered to my plundering cock. The devotion and submissive surrender in her eyes, even through her lust, was the strongest I’d ever seen it. She hadn’t just been spouting words earlier, she’d meant it. She’d given up her old outlook on life, and she’d fully embraced the one that I engendered in her.

  It was powerful, and so were the thoughts of putting her with child. We were absolutely fucking, going at it wildly, but in a real way we were also making love. I felt dazed in a fog of lust and a roiling ocean of love, and felt a deep need to cherish, possess, and protect her for as long as we both shall live. Not married or not, that oath was indelibly etched on my heart.

  “I love you, gorgeous. I’m going to put a baby in you.”

  Her eyes widened, and her trembling body went over hard for me, as she bit her lip and her eyes glazed over in addling pleasure. She bucked, cried out and convulsed so tightly around me I was overwhelmed by the potent rush of pleasure as I worked her through it.

  I grunted, “Too good to endure,” I said by way of half apology, even as I roared her name a moment later in thrill of the moment, “Grace!”

  She bit her lip, and then cried out even louder, rolled into a second more powerful orgasm that splintered her apart under me, while my cock started to send my life-giving seed deep into her body.

  The masterful pleasure deluged my body, overwhelmed my senses as well as my control, and the deep intimacy of the gaze we shared that pleasure through, had me feeling vulnerable and powerful both, as we came undone as one.

  “Damn. We’re going to have to go again, that couldn’t have taken.”

  She giggled, “Yes, love. Or…”

  “Or?”

  She bit her lip, “Or you could fuck my tits, and cum all over my face. It’s been a while since we’ve done that, and a naughty witch has needs to be debased regularly. You can try to knock me up again, later.”

  I spanked her, “Get me ready with that sweet mouth, while I work you open. Might as well fuck your tight innocent ass, too. Plus, my tit fuck might make you cum, if we put an anal plug vibrator on low in there.”

  She grinned, “Yes, honey. That’s what I’m for.”

  I kissed her before she could go down on me, then asked, “Just how far does this new sexy submission go?”

  She tilted her head, “It’s all connected to my libido and my loving heart, but if you’re asking if you can take control of me out of the bedroom like you do with Christy, then please do. Dress me, order me around, pull me on your lap, or put me on my knees, it’s all for you. I trust you, and it turns me on, the idea of being completely yours. I know you won’t embarrass me with it or abuse it, and I’ll be your sweet obedient witch.”

  “You’ve been fighting this for weeks?”

  She blushed, “Yes. I worry you won’t like the new me, instead of the sassy pessimist.”

  I grinned, “You’re still that, just not in the family. Well, get going, my cock isn’t going to suck itself.”

  She blushed, then giggled, “Yes, sir.”

  Damn, life just got crazier, I really hadn’t seen that coming. But it was admittedly good news. The Fellowship and human sphere may go to shit, but my family and personal life has never been better.

  After taking her sexy tits, and blowing all over her adorably beautiful face, I took her ass and then took her in the shower against the tiles under the hot spray, which was our second try for a child. After that, I dressed her in a sexy and slinky dress even if she wasn’t going anywhere. There were a couple of other things I wanted to order, like be in lingerie when she was cleaning, and to make sure Christy had at least ten orgasms while Fiona, Evangelina, and I were gone. But I didn’t.

  I figured we’d already come too close to the kink lines of behavior Fiona had set for Queen Allison’s spies to see, so that stuff could wait until we got back on the ship. As for Christy, well that would have to wait for another time, when we talked about it and tried for a kid, it wouldn’t be a hurried last-minute thing, and it was time to get ready for our meeting with Admiral Cora Green.

  The Alliance’s diplomatic yacht was similar in all the basic ways, it’s purpose and function, including a separate secured area of the ship for the ambassador and their staff to be ferried in comfort. It was also unarmed like ours, but that’s where the similarities ended starting with the shape of the spaceship.

  Fellowship craft tended to go for the long and sleek look, mainly for the practical reason of docking as many ships at once around a space station or service depot.

  The alliance had chosen to go another way with the yacht. It had no solid corners, and was very appealing to the eye, with a large spheroid shape as the base which was eighty yards long, sixty wide and only ten high. That spheroid was the core of the ship and had the engines on the back, engineering, cargo for supplies, the bridge, and other ship functions.

  Another spheroid shape connected with curved plates outward on the bottom and inward at the top to make it look uniform, was sixty by forty by ten. It was the shuttle landing bay in back. In the front part it was loaded with conference rooms, offices, and the tennis court, pool, and racquetball courts, as well as workout rooms that ours lacked.

  The top even smaller section, was nothing but bedroom suites. It was really nice, but perhaps a little too decadent for the Fellowship. Also, despite its smaller size it would have to dock to a light cruiser birth instead of a scout birth, because of the width of the ship.

  At the moment we were all in one of those aforementioned conference rooms on the second level. Fiona, Evangelina, and I were sitting across from the Admiral, who was flanked by Ambassador Soars and Kathryn Vetter. We all had drinks, and all the little niceties had been taken care of already.

  Perhaps because I was sensitive to the change from earlier, and I was far more relaxed given they obviously wanted something from us, I noticed the listless hand movements on my leg from Evangelina, which weren’t nearly as aggressive as it had been before today. Out of the corner of my eyes she still appeared like very happy and vapid arm candy by the look and animation of her face however, and now was hardly the time to ask her about it.

  In my joy and excitement at starting a family with Grace, and my long goodbye kiss with promise with Christy, I’d temporarily forgotten about it. Well, it wasn’t like I could ask anyway, not where we could be seen, and certainly not in a conference room. It worried me for a reason I couldn’t put my finger on, at the same time it wasn’t likely a major thing.

  My mind snapped back to the present, as Fiona spoke.

  “Admiral, you have a beautiful ship. What is it that the Fellowship can do for you?”

  Ambassador Soars grimaced and looked away.

  Cora said, “I wasn’t exaggerating about the state of the alliance. As it is I have to fight hard every year just for the small budget I receive to maintain the fleet. Our worlds are not as rich as yours, and unlike the confederacy we won’t overburden our taxpayers. I wouldn’t even suggest this normally, I don’t want our security in the Fellowships hands anymore than I want it with the queen of New Australia.

  “But, we’re in dire straits with this whole situation. The alliance will crumble or be conquered by the confederacy without your help, within a decade at most.

  “It is my belief that war is almost inevitable. The queen is just trying to cash in as long as possible, and the confederacy will work tirelessly to catch up as will the rest of us. But they will also be building invasion fleets. I think we can agree on that much.”

  Fiona replied, “I think it likely that once they break the trap, they’ll try to expand into our spheres and annex worlds, yes. Crisis breeds opportunity, and for men like that it will be the opportunity of expansion and grasping at more power. That said we can’t be sure until it happens, I’m more focused on today’s problem.”

  Cora nodded, “I’d like to build a treaty of our own. Between us, we’re almost a match for the confederacy as far as world count, only four short. A mutual defense treaty, in this uncertain and murky future for the human sphere in our galaxy. We would render aid and even military support where possible.

  “The other part is we want to buy the new subspace technologies directly from you. I would of course, stay in the negotiations until the end, and only pull out when your agreement is done. The queen would no doubt try to charge you even more, if she suspected she’d be getting nothing from us and you had a military contract for the sale. The Fellowship profiting from our military needs which will also defray the cost of the fabrication rights. So the alliance won’t be bled dry, and you won’t be spending as much as you feared.

  “Admittedly, we’ll be making out better in the deal, and I’m prepared to bargain to even that out in some other way. Just for a starting number, we were hoping you’d accept a hundred and ten percent of the value of materials consumed for pricing. It would cover the three percent royalty, and the last seven percent of profit would defray the fabrication right payment.”

  My wife looked thoughtful for a moment.

  Fiona asked, “The alliance government has its own mining concerns does it not, for raw materials.”

  Cora tilted her head, “We do, it more than cuts the cost of a cruiser in half. They’re officially a part of space fleet actually, quartermaster ships.”

  Fiona said, “So how about twenty percent of cost, and you supply the raw materials for your device orders. I believe it likely even at the higher percentage, it would be cheaper for the alliance, and give the Fellowship even more money to defray the costs of our treaty with the queen.”

  Cora smiled, “That would be acceptable, it would help us both further to do it that way.”

  Fiona tilted her head, “Do you have large stockpiles from that mining?”

  Cora said, “We do. The raw materials are easy with our own space fleet mining, it’s getting the money to power the facilities and pay more crews, as well as fill out the ship with comforts, that truly limits our ship numbers. Why?”