Grace said, “I’ll help with the disarming.”

  The plan worked well enough, and we returned to our rooms with Evangelina to wait out the queen’s recovery and decisions. We were also aware of the battalion of guards right outside the suite. Time would tell, worse come to worst, we’d have to flee, and maybe take the data with us since we’d be screwed anyway. But I hoped the true Queen Allison wasn’t a petty or vindictive woman, and she’d wind up being thankful once recovered.

  On a personal level, Evangelina was in her quarters and hadn’t come out in hours. She was doing her own recovering from whatever Malice had put her through, and she’d requested we leave her be. I wouldn’t blame her if she ended the contract after the mission, even if she’d intended to stay at least year in good faith, what she went through was the kind of thing that could change a person’s outlook and priorities permanently. She was a very strong woman though, confidently ambitious and knew who she was, so I had hope she’d recover and want to stay with us.

  Only time would tell on both issues.

  I had some things to work out myself, guilt for Talia, also guilt for Evangelina, I couldn’t imagine what she’d been going through the last couple of days, and all she’d been able to do to warn me was not stroke me as aggressively with her hands. It must’ve been driving her crazy.

  While Talia… had been suffering for weeks. I needed to fix that as soon as possible, I also needed to forgive myself. Of course a demoness had outmaneuvered me, and there was no way to know. Still, knowing that logic was sound, wasn’t enough. Emotionally I felt like shit for failing them both so miserably.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Evangelina still hadn’t come out, when Fiona and Grace both got up headed for the main bedroom, and they both gave me a significant look and it wasn’t telling me to join them. I supposed a distraction would be a good thing, and despite everything else going on the pending discussion between Christy and I was also extremely important.

  “Come here, Kitten.”

  Christy blushed as she got off the other couch, and then moved over to me. Once I had a hand on her, she was more than happy to be pulled onto my lap. After a wiggle or two she settled into me and rested her head on my shoulder, her lips teasing my neck affectionately.

  There was some excitement to the prospect of that conversation, but there was also the whole adrenaline crash and gratefulness for still all being alive after the battle mixed in. The sexual tension between us was thick as I caressed her back and hair, and my other hand teased her inner thighs under her priestess dress.

  “I love you, Christy. You know, I’ve imagined if things hadn’t gone the way they did back then with my magic, that maybe one day I could’ve caught your attention and earned your love. That we might even be married and start a family. A what if dream of sorts, before I met Fiona and then somehow got to have you too. Just not in that way.”

  Christy said, “I love you too, Damien. Did you really? I used to imagine the same thing, before the incident.”

  I grinned, “You did?”

  Christy nodded, and I let out a sigh of pleasure as she started to tease my neck with her lips.

  “You still want that, not the married part, but the lifetime commitment and the family part, as our permanent concubine? Grace said you both do, but I want to make sure, it’s a big decision.”

  Christy moaned softly against my neck, “It’s all I want. I want to be yours for life, and I want to feel owned and safe in the fact that you’ll always be mine too. A part of you, as we all raise children as part of the family.”

  I nodded, “They’ll raise their noses at Grace, but for you it would be worse. You could be censured, as a priestess. Even wind up losing the title you love.”

  Christy backed off, and looked into my eyes, “You’re worried for me, but there’s no need. I know what I want. I can serve as the prelate’s advisor, and behind closed doors as a sister and friend, a lover too, for life. I don’t need a priestess title to do that, or to make a big difference in the fellowship. It will be my words and ideas that will help, but Fiona’s power that sees it through. I don’t need my own power if we do this, and I do need our children. I need us to be a real family, if a unique one.

  “If you can storm the scandals so can I.”

  She giggled, then said, “I suppose I won’t be your kinky slut priestess anymore, but I can be your kinky slut concubine.”

  I kissed her softly and languidly, our passion igniting the kiss explosively a few seconds in, and we were both more than breathy when we broke it, my cock hard as a rock under her supple rounded ass cheeks. I loved her weight on me, her scent and her gorgeously sexy gray eyes. Her petite bombshell body, and her long bright red hair. The sense of her loving presence. Which was all enhanced by how much I was enthralled and deeply in love with the woman inside, her heart and mind, and the thrill at her wanting this was potent.

  Christy asked breathily in an unsure voice, “You want this, don’t you?”

  My cock twitched against her ass, and she giggled.

  Answer enough I supposed, but I said it out loud anyway. A twitching cock lacked romance after all, and it should be a verbal commitment, an oath if only between us and with God as our witness.

  “I will cherish, love, and protect you all of my life, Christy. I would like nothing more with you than to start a family, and to join our lives as one. All of our lives.”

  She said breathily, “I will always be yours, Damien. I have been since the moment I set eyes on you so very long ago. I will love you for life.”

  “Are you…”

  She bit her lip, “I am. Should be fertile over the next few days, Fiona took care of it.”

  Oh, damn.

  She nibbled my lip, and worked open my pants, then said sultrily, “I’m going to fuck our baby out of you, right now, right here on this couch. So be a good boy and behave for me.”

  I twitched.

  She giggled, “I love that,” as she slid off my lap. She pulled her dress over her head, then pushed down her panties, while I enjoyed the view of her freed swaying breasts and heated gray eyes, I pushed my pants down and around my ankles.

  She bit her lip as she straddled me, then pinned my cock to my stomach with her hot silken labia, so generous on her mound. The exquisite silken friction sent shivers of pleasure through my body, as she slid along it leaving a dirty trail of liquid anticipation behind.

  She bit her lip, her eyes smoldering and her sex so hot and wet as it glided along my length over and over again teasingly.

  “Admit it, what a good boy you are. How much you like it when I call you that.”

  I smirked, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

  She said breathily, “I really would.”

  Fucking hell.

  “I do like it,” I said, “Obviously.”

  She smirked, “Like what, Damien?”

  I twitched hard, even as if felt a little self-conscious. She wanted me to say it.

  “I do like being your good boy in bed, just as much as you’re my submissively sweet obedient kitten out of it.”

  She shivered and quivered along my cock, her eyes glazing over with lust and a deep boundless love.

  “That’s so fucking hot, Damien. You have no idea what saying that, admitting that out loud, just did to me. I love you so much, Damien. Let’s make a baby. Your baby in me,” she gasped as she lined me up and impaled herself, then bounced down my cock with eager and wild pants of blissful discomfort and delicious pleasure as she stretched herself out so forcefully around me. Her pussy gripped me securely with every bounce, sucking me further into her sexy and nubile body, the silken friction sending paroxysms of sparking rapture through my body.

  She said softly, wickedly, “You have no idea how many times I’ve rubbed one out, imagining it. Imagining this moment when you seed my womb and seal your life to mine. I will always be your kinky slut priestess and babymaker, but I am also that sweet kitten. The one that longs for your children, your love, and to be owned, manhandled, and cherished in your arms. Damien… my good boy, oh so very good in me, so hot and hard in me, stretching me out.”

  She sighed in pleasure and satisfaction as her body grew flush with mine, her heavenly body completely engulfing my pleasure, and her generously firm C cups mashed into my chest. Her eyes wide with love, playful wickedness, needy lust, and the beginnings of a deep unsurpassed euphoria flowing through her body.

  Both of our bodies, she was so deliciously tight for me, her paradise grasping and squeezing me endlessly, as she wiggled and got used to my full penetration. Her body felt so amazing around me, on me, and against me, the heat of her sex sent prodigious waves and sparks of pleasure into my body.

  I was so lost in her eyes in that moment, and she was completely absorbed in me.

  She started to rock teasingly, just an inch or so in depth before she took me back into her body, with squeezes and grinds that extracted groans out of my body.

  I wanted to play with her tits, so I slouched down a bit to both improve the angle and give us a little room as I slipped my hands between us and started to maul her breasts, just the way she liked it. Pinching, pulling, and twisting those nipples, while I kneaded her breasts firmly with the other three fingers of my hands.

  Her sweet gasps were accompanied by the mind-addling pleasure of her sharply convulsing pussy, milking me even harder with her shallow bounces.

  “Yes, I love your hands on my tits.”

  She continued to tease me with shallow bounces, the pleasure of her body incredible, but at her shallow and slow pace even with the constricting sex when I mauled and pleasured her tits, I wouldn’t be cumming for a long time. I suspected she wanted to draw it out, the anticipation of extracting my seed and being put with child was driving her crazy with lust and need, and she didn’t want it to end too quickly.

  Which worked for me, because I was quite excited about all of it too.

  When she got breathy enough, and there was enough pleasure in her eyes, I started to spank her nipples. The sharp sting and shock down her spine to her pussy, mixed with the pleasure explosively, I could see on her face and in her eyes which was a study in wicked pleasure and sweet pain and as they mixed she started to tremble hard above me.

  She started to convulse wildly, grasping and pulling the sensitive skin of my cock, as she splintered apart around me.

  “So beautiful, my kitten cumming for me.”

  She twitched, bucked, and cried out in keening pants of ecstasy, her pussy milking my cock hard, but I was still in control as I lost myself in her pleasure addled eyes.

  I was rocking my own body shallowly from below, to extend and intensify her pleasure, grinding up into her clit and alternatingly slapping her nipples which had her shuddering in ecstasy.

  As she came down she started to bounce on my cock wildly, rolling her hips the full length of my cock as she drove down on me.

  “Spank them, naughty tits need a good spanking.”

  I started to spank them, not just on the nipple but her cleavage and the tops of her breasts. She was my kink slut priestess, and she was blowing my mind with the pleasure of her body as well as the look of loving lust in her eyes, along with the deep and profound building pleasure as she neared yet another orgasm.

  She begged, “Cum with me, I need our baby. Put your baby in me, Damien. Give me your cum, I need it. Be a good boy, and cum for me.”

  Fucking hell, that last sent me over hard to her delight and my mortification. I went from in control to cumming like mad in a split second as I roared her name, “Christy!”

  I slammed home up inside her, and all the pleasure in me released explosively, waves of ecstasy rocking through my body as I pumped my seed deep into her body. It was potent, luxurious, and I was lost in those gray eyes.

  She joined me in those heights on the second pulse of my seed, crying out, “Good Boy!” and came undone around me, milking me hard for all the sperm I could provide, my load shooting out in thick ropes to paint her walls and invade her womb.

  Her eyes were transcendent in their ecstasy, and I had to admit there was deeper and more potent intimacy and excitement, knowing that I was filling her fertile nubile body.

  As soon as we started to come down, she kissed me lingeringly and aggressively, and when it broke their were tears of joy in her eyes. I felt so protective of her in that moment, and possessive as I pulled her into me and kissed her sweet neck.

  She said, “Better than I’d imagined, and I adore the way you’re looking at me right now. Never stop, Damien.”

  “Stop what?”

  She said, “Looking at me like that, fucking me, and being so commanding with me out of bed. I really like that you know.”

  “I won’t, sweet kitten. With a nymph in the family, I can virtually guarantee that second one.”

  She giggled, “I love you. Speaking of, shall we spread the joy?”

  I nodded, “You go ahead, I want to check on Eva.”

  She smiled, kissed me, then said, “Bring her too, if you can.”

  I grinned, “I’ll try.”

  She got up, grabbed her dress, then walked for the bedroom. I enjoyed the view of her swaying large and rounded ass, and the way her long red hair waved back and forth and ticked said bum.

  I went ahead and pulled my pants up, this wasn’t a naked visit.

  I walked over and knocked on her door, “Eva?”

  She opened the door, her eyes were red, and her long and straight midnight hair looked a bit tousled. She was also wearing sexy red silk pajamas.

  I wasn’t sure what to say, I’d failed her.

  Which is why it was a such a surprise when she jumped in my arms, and started to cry, but not as much of a surprise as her blubbering apology.

  “I’m so sorry, Damien. I couldn’t fight it. I couldn’t tell you anything, no matter how hard I tried all I could do was smile like an emptyheaded bimbo. All I could do was not be aggressive with my hands, but I knew that wasn’t enough. I… She did it in my sleep, so I couldn’t fight the curse, then woke me up and taunted me. I was so scared she’d order me to kill you. I’m so sorry, Damien.”

  I held her tightly, “Not your fault, I feel like it’s my fault for not protecting you.”

  She snorted, “I love that you want to protect me, but I’m stronger than that. You did save me, Damien. You freed me from the hell of a trapped mind, and you killed a powerful demoness and enemy of all humankind. You didn’t do anything wrong, I failed you.”

  I shook my head, and caressed her back, “You didn’t. But I can punish you when we get back to the ship, if you want.”

  She giggle-sobbed, then whispered playfully, “I’d like that, lord and master.”

  I felt some relief, but I wasn’t quite ready to let myself off the hook as easily as she was. At the same time, it seemed pretty clear she’d be staying with us and didn’t blame us at all. Or fear us.

  “We’re all heading to bed, would you like to join us?”

  She said, “Yes, but I need a shower first, I think. I feel dirty, and me being with you and the others will help now that I’m past the shock.”

  “Want company?”

  She bit her lip, “You’re sure?”

  “They’ll be just fine without both of us for a little while, and I want to be there for you, sweetness.”

  She nodded and blushed, probably not used to feeling needy, or maybe at the intense focus of my possessive concern for her that she no doubt read in my body language and eyes. She was independent, strong, ambitious, and one of the best agents we had. But she was also a woman, and everyone needed someone to lean on. If a post curse shower wasn’t one of those times, nothing was.

  We headed into the bathroom to get that done. It wasn’t a time for sex, but one for intimacy and support, and her vivid dark blue eyes were vulnerable and soft as I cleaned her up gently, and she did the same for me. Possibly the most intimate we’d ever been, emotionally speaking.

  Clearly, she wasn’t used to being adored and possessed, along with the respect despite her deep kinks. She wanted to be treated like trash and a slut when it came to sex, but she was also eating up my tender concern and respect outside of the bedroom. She was an incredible woman, and although I didn’t love her yet I cared about her more than was reasonable after just short of three weeks.

  Then we joined the others in bed, her tongue going in Christy’s ass and her hand started teasing Fiona’s breasts, while I took my wife’s sex, sliding into it and across Grace’s tongue at the same time.

  I had a small concern the battalion outside would breach when they saw us all so distracted, but they didn’t. They were just being cautious, and of course waiting for the queen to recover and give out orders.

  Chapter Fourteen

  The atmosphere at the conference table was extremely tense, to say the least.

  Traven the usually bold and arrogant councilor, wouldn’t even turn his head in our direction, and his bubbly blonde mistress was practically hiding behind him as she pressed against his side. Robert Downing who hadn’t been the threat we’d expected even looked nervous, though he did a much better job of covering up.

  Cora and her group looked uncomfortable as well, but I didn’t think they were afraid of us, not exactly.

  The queen looked regal and reserved as she swept in the chamber alone, and then sat down at the head of the table.

  She took a deep breath, then shook her head, “I do not like to apologize. Being a monarch means never having to, so that’s as close as I’m going to get to it. However, I need to make a few things clear.

  “It is New Australia’s position to make money from our labors and science. It was never our intention to foment discord and war, nor hold our neighbor’s hostage in some power play. I’ve reviewed all the footage of the event. While I do not give out apologies, I do say thank you when appropriate. I’d like to publicly thank Damien Bane for freeing me from a demoness’s magic, and for destroying her.”