I knew I was a better man now, than I used to be, because of it.

  Not that it would be perfect, we were still flawed people, all of us. Racism was still an issue, and while intra-coven relationships would be artless and loyalties known and assured, the inter-coven rivalries would still be present. Still, it was a major step in the right direction.

  Astra clapped, “Alright, let’s pack and go home.”

  We all got a move on.

  The fifteen of us sat uncertainly on the plane, as the pilot came out and approached Astra.

  “Maam, this plane has been grounded. They wouldn’t give us clearance to take off, so there’s no point in taxiing to the runway. When I asked why, they said all witches and warlocks have been grounded, and added to the terrorist watchlists. Your people have been classified as terrorists,” the pilot snorted.

  Astra palmed her forehead.

  Sela got on the phone, rapid mutterings between pauses, then hung up.

  “Several of my stateside accounts are frozen, but the majority of my funds are in banks the U.S. can’t touch, not to mention my vaults. Umm, I can get us home. They have no jurisdiction on a private island, and our population is large enough to be self-sustaining.”

  Astra asked, “Shifters and pixies?”

  The pilot shook his head, “My impression is this is pointed at the covens alone. You were the threat, and you’re the ones that embarrassed every government across the world.”

  I snickered, then shot an apologetic look at Astra.

  Astra said, “No, we’ll stay and fight this. It’s our fault this is happening, even if it was necessary because of the racism of others that needed to listen to and heed us. Most covens don’t have a rich pixie benefactor with overseas accounts, so I wonder how they’re going to deal with their assets and accounts being frozen, audited, and otherwise messed with.”

  “We could assault the White House,” I quipped.

  Rue snickered, “Let’s leave that option on the back burner, unless you want to rule?”

  I snorted.

  Astra nodded in agreement, “If we do that it will be war, so let’s keep that option for ending a war, not starting one. What can we do?”

  Sela said, “My lawyers are already on it. It was also shitty timing on their part, because the announcement on our website that the future is secured and end of the world averted is starting to pick up steam on all the media networks.”

  “That’s going to make them look a little foolish, but some of the naysayers won’t believe us, and will even suggest we put that out falsely in response to them coming after our money and classifying us as terrorists.”

  Sela nodded, “That’s what I meant by shitty timing, a little for both of us, so it’ll be a wash I suppose, and the common citizens won’t know what to believe.”

  Astra nodded, “So Sela’s lawyers are fighting the classification and unjustified grab at our monies, and will handle that legal side, what can we do to fight it in the media and win hearts and minds?”

  Sela said, “It might be better to just ignore it and pretend not to care. Go home. Our coven is a lightning rod to both sides, the other covens want to kill our mate and most hate us and want us all dead too. Staying here as a display of solidarity won’t win us any points with them, so why bother. The humans see us as the instigators of all of this, the other covens may have an easier time fighting back without us stirring up trouble, regardless of our intentions.”

  I cleared my throat, “Love, did you just argue against the mischievous course?”

  Sela blushed and giggled, “I suppose I did, but on the personal side it’s about getting you far away from here and safe, mate. That overrides every other consideration, for me, so if I need to shamelessly take the wise course to do that, then I will.”

  Astra bit her lip, “I’m worried this will trigger a war. The other covens, or a majority of them, could be made destitute by the U.S. department of justice.”

  “I get that, but if they weren’t so racist that they couldn’t think straight, then we wouldn’t have had to tell the humans a thing to act as a lever to make them see reason. This isn’t on us, not really, though we were a part of it and bear some responsibility, the alternative was far worse.”

  Sela said, “The covens of this time grew up with an overbearing human government and would’ve planned for this kind of thing. I doubt they’re truly destitute, and all their old aliases and monies should be safe.”

  That was a good point, and it was clear the covens were taking time to think about it before responding. That argued their response would be measured and well considered.

  We took a moment to put up the announcement on the plane’s large television. The president and congress had classified us as terrorists for not cooperating with emergency measures that were necessary for the national security and health of the United States. We were also all guilty of assaulting government agents, apparently.

  It was concerning but also annoying, were they trying to trigger a war that would topple the government?

  Astra chewed her lip, then sighed, “I want to stay, we could do some good I think with the population at the very least, but I think Sela is right. Our continued presence will just likely make it worse with the government, and the covens wouldn’t thank us for it either. Let’s go home and stick our heads in the sand.”

  That earned a few chuckles, as we gathered our luggage and went out on the tarmac. The witches all fed me magic over the bond, and I added my own to it as I sent it over the mate bond with Sela.

  My pixie opened a portal, and we all went through. I kind of got Astra’s point, I felt like I was abandoning the other covens and bailing out on our responsibility, but it really was the wise choice.

  The only thing we did was release a statement, reiterating that the danger was over, and the government was spinning its wheels for no reason other than pride and unjustified fear. That we’d returned home despite their efforts to ground us. That this should be a day of celebration, not of fear and suppression. That we’d met our goals of saving the world, and for us it was done. Don’t call us, and we won’t call you…

  If that was selfish, then so be it. I had an education to see to, four mates, one mistress, three friends with benefits, and five friends in the coven to keep up with, not to mention starting families. I had no time for anything else, and even less ambition to stick my nose in politics or rule. I lived for them, loved them, and cared for them, the world being safe for us was more than enough. I was no hero, never had been save protecting what was mine, and they could figure it out without me or our coven.

  Unless we were forced to defend ourselves, we were done with it all, and thankfully so.

  Besides those truths, we were just one coven. One that had led the charge to save the world, because we lived here too, but still just one coven. We couldn’t take on or fix all the world’s ills, that just wasn’t reasonable, and it’d be beyond arrogant to think we could or even had the right to. Still, I put a word in with the goddess that it all may come out well enough, just in case that kind of thing could be effective.

  Maria was my nymphomaniac exotic goddess. Her beautiful face a perfect mix of Latina and Japanese exotic features, with wide dark chocolate eyes, long and wavy dark brown hair, pouty lips and a gently pointed chin. High and prominent cheekbones, and a deliciously golden-brown skin tone. At five foot seven she was lithely sexy, save her bountifully and supplely rounded D cups which were huge on her frame.

  Between her trauma and nymphomania, she had the deep desire to be my sex toy, and more than that to be mine in every way. Follow me around and be at my beck and call instantly for pleasure, anytime and anywhere. Of course, that salacious wish was driven by her condition as well as the trauma in the past and the fact I made her feel safe. That’s all she wanted really, to feel safe, treasured, and also well-fucked.

  Of course, most of her, the powerful witch in her, really hadn’t wanted that. Which is why I suggested we just roleplay it so she could recharge her batteries, and so she could let go of the stress an hour or so a day. So every evening the sexy witch became my fuck toy behind closed doors.

  She was also leveraging it at her councilor’s suggestion, to gain control of her condition and return to a healthier sexuality. She wasn’t allowed to be my fuck-toy that same day, if she gave into her desires more than three times in that day with her coven sisters. So far, she hadn’t missed one day yet, and neither was she going to miss this one.

  At the moment she was in my arms, and practically purring as she snuggled into me. When I’d come into her room, I’d ordered her to her hands and knees and taken her hard, to put out that fire. Of course, she was supposed to be my slave, and my pleasure paramount over hers because of it. Which is why after making her cum hard around my cock three times, I’d pulled out, pulled her around by her pony tail, and then I blew my load all over her huge tits and exotically beautiful face.

  Which I’d then ordered her to lick it all up. Which was hot as hell to watch, her playing with and swallowing my cum, as well as reaffirming it was about what I wanted, and my pleasure. Even if it really wasn’t, that was the roleplay. We both enjoyed it on the shallow end of the pool, but we were also deeply in love and that didn’t fail to come through as well.

  “I’ve been thinking, hotness.”

  She giggled, “What about?”

  I said, “I love you, Maria.”

  She blushed, “I love you too, Glen.”

  “I’ve been thinking the last few days about what you said to me. That you’re sure of me, but that I can’t be sure of you until your done healing and discovering yourself. I think you’re wrong.”

  Her eyes widened, “I am?”

  I nodded, “You’re an amazing woman, a powerful witch. You know who you are, and I know who you are. The only thing in question is finding and defining your sexuality and desires after the past and your condition lets it go.”

  She bit her lip, “I suppose that’s true, but it’s kind of important?”

  I said, “Yes and no. Yes because it’s super important to claim control of yourself and define your needs and limits. But not so important in the rest of our lives. Sex is the measure of health on a relationship, I think. The fruit of intimacy, love, and admiration. Of what really counts, and not part of the roots. Which is my point, whatever you become in bed for me, for yourself, and for our other mates, is immaterial to you being my mate, save that it’s there in some form or another. I already know the important parts, the sex will take care of itself when our roleplaying runs its course and you claim that last part of your life as fully your own. Whatever kinks or desires you have that way, or don’t have that way, will have no effect on my love for you or yours for me.”

  She looked breathless, “What are you saying?”

  “I’m saying when I’m done using my fuck-toy tonight, I want you to move into my room, and sleep in our bed with our other mates. I don’t wish to wait another moment. I will love you and care for you always. Maria, be my mate in this life, and the mother of my children?”

  She said breathily, “Do I still get to be your fuck toy too?”

  I laughed, “Absolutely, when we’re in this room alone. Back in our room you’ll be an equal mate and be having fun with all of us during our nightly sixsome.”

  She said, “You really mean it, you want me now, when I’m still fucked in the head.”

  “You awe me, and yes. Now and always, for your mind, heart, and hot body.”

  She snuggled into me, “Yes, please yes. Goddess, yes,” she said in fervent excitement.

  “Good, now get on your back, I’m going to fuck those naughty tits. A good fuck-toy cums hard when her master fucks her tits and blows on her face.”

  Well, Maria does anyway, her tits were supersensitive, and she could cum from tit play alone. One of the more pleasant discoveries I’d made that first night. She was also quick to obey, not only getting on her back and pressing her tits together to form a tight passage of silky soft sensations for me, but she also lewdly dipped her fingers into her quim to collect her liquid ecstasy and rubbed it down her cleavage for natural lubricant.

  She looked breathlessly thrilled, as I straddled her stomach and slid my cock between her warm and wickedly soft breasts. So smooth, the warm silken friction mind-blowing, and she made it so tight for me pressing her tits together, while also teasing her own nipples.

  I wasn’t gentle either, literally using her tits, fucking them hard, and it drove her crazy as I looked down into her eyes with possessive lust and awe. We were mates now, or we would be, and that was quite a rush as well, as I wallowed in the love and the lust that I felt for her. But mostly that moment was about the pleasure of her bountiful tits, and the anticipation of covering her exotically beautiful face with my cum.

  “Such a good girl for me, making it tight for my cock.”

  She trembled at that dubious compliment, her eyes wide with rising pleasure and wanton abandon, her breath shallow and fast from the sensations of my sliding cock, and the fact I was claiming her hot body as eagerly as she was surrendering it to my cock’s pleasure. The last few days I’d gotten over those initial reservations about the roleplay, and I gave into those dark instincts with pleasure.

  It was a little dark, letting myself feel that and using her body selfishly for my pleasure, but it was exactly what she needed so was giving despite that. She wanted me to own her, to possess and use her, and it was exactly what I was doing in that moment. Not callously, and with awe, but still seeing her and using her as my fuck toy and taking my pleasure. She was merely an object of my pleasure, if only just for an hour an evening.

  “It’s all I want to be, your good girl covered in your delicious cum. That’s what a good fuck toy is for, to be covered in and filled with your hot cum. To be your little babymaker.”

  I said breathily, “That too. I’m doing that next. I’m going to breed you and claim your womb. In fact, end the spell now, and maybe that first load will make you my babymaker the same moment I cum in your beautiful face.”

  The shock of lust that went through her pushed her hard over the edge at my words. She trembled, her body bucking beneath mine. Although she managed to keep pushing her tits together, she almost made it too tight as she lost fine motor control. Her tits milked me powerfully, and the mental fodder of her cumming at my demanding diatribe pushed me over too.

  I buried it hard, my cock head peaking above her cleavage, and the first pulse of ecstasy had me painting her cheek, and the rest ended up on her throat, upper chest, and all over her tits and pooled between her cleavage.

  I rolled off as we both came down.

  She said, “You meant that? You want me to have your baby.”

  I smiled, “Badly, love. But we’ll only roleplay it if you’ll still want it when we get to our shared bedroom.”

  She giggled, “Of course I want it. Your full of surprises tonight, master.”

  Then she said the final word of the spell, which unraveled the contraceptive spell.

  She looked at me then like I was a god, and she was getting the better part of this deal, which was entirely ass backwards, but all I could do was adore her back for a long moment.

  “Get me ready with that sweet mouth, so I can claim ownership of your womb.”

  She moved so fast she was already moaning and sucking my messy cock clean of our mixed pleasure, long before I’d finished that sentence. Her sweet blissed out moans of enjoyment at sucking my cock were mind blowing, as she worked me back to hardness with devotion.

  She was always that, instant and eager obedience and completely unthinking, just reacting instantly to every command no matter how naughty or demeaning. I’d told her that first night I’d punish her if she didn’t, as part of the roleplay, but as she’d told me, it just hadn’t happened. She was entirely dedicated to the role of fuck toy, and it never stopped blowing my mind.

  “Good girl.”

  Her seductive dark brown eyes sparkled up at me, she really loved when I called her that. My tone both appreciative and condescending. It was really wrong, but of course that was a large part of why it was so damned hot.

  “Doggie style, facing the dresser,” I ordered with a moan, even as I half wanted to finish in her talented mouth. She was an amazing cocksucker, after all.

  She got up in position as I took my place behind her. It was the best of both worlds while facing the dresser, being able to watch her ass shake, and my cock lewdly stretch her sex around me as it sunk into her hot flesh again and again. But, I could also look into her eyes through the mirror over the dresser, and if that wasn’t enough, I could also watch her wildly bouncing, jiggling, and swaying breasts while I pounded into her from behind right below the eyes. Her proud D cups were quite alluring, when they were hanging straight down. All the time really, but especially then, and I think men were hardwired to be mesmerized by large wildly shaking tits.

  She arched her back, stuck her ass up high for me, and I gave her a hard swat right before pushing in, while pulling back on her dark brown hair to raise her head and look into her eyes. Which not so incidentally also gave me line of sight to her tits.

  It was beyond intense in that moment, not only from all I’d just explained, but also because her womb was completely unprotected in that moment, and I was about to fill it with my virile seed and perhaps plant a harvest.

  She bucked back into me eagerly, rolling her hips to take me in deeper just as forcefully as I was working to get it buried. Her little pants of excitement and whimpers of need as I both claimed her as my mate and tried to put her with child all in one fuck, had her out of her mind with aroused need.

  Then I was buried, and gently caressing her ass. I didn’t pause more than a second or two, her pussy had already been used less than a half hour ago, and she didn’t take long to adjust. Which is when I stuck a wet thumb in her ass, and started to pound into her.

  She was bodily throwing herself back into my thrusts, impaling herself with wanton abandon as she worked so hard for my pleasure, for my seed in her unprotected sex. She was entirely overwhelming, and third round or not I always had trouble with stamina during doggie style. The pleasure, the visuals, and her wild panting and whimpering need, and just the normal overwhelming physical pleasure of our coupling had me racing for the edge.