On the good side, we weren’t mobbed or approached by any of the three groups, just followed and watched as we finished up the shopping trip and headed back to the ship. The supporters of course were heartening as well, at least they hadn’t bought the lies of a man filled with racist beliefs and who was corrupted by contact with a demon. A demon I really wanted to kill if I ever got my hands on the thing.

  After lunch, Fiona totally threw herself into the role of attracted and naively confused reluctant barely legal babysitter. And of course, my roleplay wife Grace caught me with my dick in the babysitter’s mouth just when things were getting good. It was wild and a lot of fun, and my sexy nymph had needed the distraction. She was more stressed out about it all, and worried for her parents, than she was even letting on. Plus, it was her sexual discovery month as a nymph, and it’d been four hours or so since we’d had sex last.

  Add the new love and the excitement of a honeymoon couple phase to her nymphomaniac nature and just learning how to control it, along with the stress of the false sexual scandal, and it was a miracle we got out of bed at all.

  It was also a hell of a lot of fun.

  The next few days passed quickly. We enjoyed the station despite being recognized, and both ladies dressed up respectfully, Grace really seemed to get into the role of attendant and respectable concubine and friend. She was a complicated woman and witch, beneath her friends with benefits approach in the bedroom, and a lot of fun to be around.

  I’d also upped the surprise sex those three days to help her weather the scandal, which Fiona really loved. Most of the time I just gave her a potent orgasm with fingertips and then walked away like nothing had happened, but every once in a while, I took my pleasure forcefully too when she was least expecting it. Not enough to compromise her control training, just to take care of that extra stress.

  What was amusing was half those times she was in the middle of a conversation with Grace, and Grace never let on that she even noticed me ravishing Fiona. The sexy tantric witch just continued the conversation with aplomb. Not even cracking a smile.

  One night I took them both to a restaurant, and I had vibrating anal plugs inside both of them. It drove Fiona absolutely nuts because she couldn’t afford to be seen cumming in public. Orgasm denial and teasing had become one of my favorite ways to increase her control over her appetites, instead of her letting her appetites control her. The truth was she wasn’t up to hiding her pleasure as well as her mother, so I didn’t push her that hard and make her actually cum in public. But when we got back to the suite and I turned it on full, her orgasm was so long and so powerful she fainted from it.

  Still, despite not being able to cum in public it still drove her mad. That she had a vibrating egg in her pussy or a vibrating anal plug in her ass, sending low pleasure humming through her body right in front of so many people. She loved it, the wickedly naughty thrill and risk of it, as she maintained her warm poise and courtly respectability. Not exactly exhibitionism, but perhaps its little brother out in public with the risk of getting caught.

  On the personal side I fell deeper in love with Fiona every day. She was truly a gracefully poised and admirable woman. Deep in intelligence and thoughtful. Generous. Her strong and diverse sexual needs as a nymph were a lot of fun as well, but it wasn’t what I was falling deeper in love with. That was just one of the ways we expressed it. Her sensual nature also wasn’t a condition, not like it would be in a human female, it was also a natural and beautiful part of her, in my eyes.

  I couldn’t imagine walking away at the end of this, and we weren’t even halfway through the month yet. Fiona was strong, independent, but she also obviously needed a strong guide to keep her steady, and I wondered if that would change after our mission was done.

  It’d just been eleven days, when we headed to the third station and that time we weren’t attacked in transit.

  Grace was also growing on me. As a friend, a coconspirator in pleasuring my nymph, and an undeniable nascent affection that I fed into that friendship. With benefits of course. She was being paid for that, but that didn’t mean our growing connection was less than honest.

  I mean, technically I was being paid too, being paid very well to guide Fiona through her sexual awakening. That didn’t make the love between her and I any less, nor did Grace’s contract mean we weren’t becoming casual and affectionate friends. She was always with us, beyond the duty of her contract by a long way.

  The third station on the itinerary according to my research, also had a major draw to pull in their share of customers. The first revolved around a nightlife, the second had been gambling, and the third one was filled with day spas. Places to be pampered with massages, skin treatments, manicures, pedicures, hair styling, waxing, and whatever else, not that the latter five were anything I’d be involved with. The hot tubs, massages, and being waited on hand and foot with drinks and snacks sounded good to me though.

  Like the first two, the third station would also have a lighter selection of everything else a vacationer might want, from all the legal vices to clothing stores and gift shops. Restaurants and entertainment.

  It was mid-morning on our arrival, as we headed out for the usual first morning on a new station tour after our swim, that we were ambushed by vampires again.

  Chapter Twelve

  We were still in the docking ring section, walking through the tube leading inward to the center of the station that held the stores and other offerings. Fiona and Grace were excitedly talking about the plans for the day, and how good it’d be to be pampered for a while, in so many words, when it happened.

  The loud explosion took us by surprise, and it set my ears to ringing as we were all thrown into the opposite wall. It was disorienting, and my heart raced, and the surge of adrenaline cleared my mind, as the loud whooshing of escaping air told me the station had been breached in the explosion. The emergency airlocks both behind and in front of us slammed down, and we were running out of air fast.

  I was also fairly sure I had a broken rib, and the right side of my body felt like it’d been crushed and broken, while the left side burned from the explosion. The ladies seemed alive at least, and I shifted my wounds away and ignored the excruciating pain of it, while I looked for some way to survive. None of us had on our space suits, so the emergency oxygen masks in the tube wouldn’t help us.

  If it was just me, I’d have probably been dead.

  It was also the first time I’d ever heard Fiona truly sing. Not just a few hummed notes, but a powerful and full voiced multi-tonal melody that human vocal chords simply couldn’t achieve. It was hauntingly beautiful and compelling beyond belief, even above the whooshing air as we held onto the handrail so we wouldn’t be blown out into the vacuum of space.

  The purpose of her magical song became clear, as the destroyed part of the corridor started to repair itself, the metal groaning as it bent back in, and the metal alloys flowing like liquid to fill in the holes that were left. Then it all bonded together in a flawless patch that didn’t look any different from the rest of the wall.

  We gasped in breaths as the pressure equalized, and the lockdown was released. The emergency airlocks opened up, and vampires rushed in. Two from behind, and two from ahead. A two-tier ambush and attack in case the bomb had failed to kill us.

  I roared as I whipped the dart and pulled a throwing dagger. The pretty blonde vampire dodged it, but I’d expected that and was already spinning and closing my grip on the rope to snap it taught, and make it swing to the side as I lit it up with cleansing fire. Such a move had a limited range of lateral motion but we were in a corridor, so it didn’t have to go far before the rope hit the blonde bombshell vampire and started to consume her. I tugged back on the rope hard at that point, and the dart slammed into the back of the second vampire just as it closed with me.

  I lunged forward and kicked the hot blonde hard in the chest, sending her flying back. She was stronger no doubt, but a lot lighter and sometimes mass and momentum made strength immaterial. The other vampire who’s back was burning reached us a split second later, and I ducked his claws as I shoved the throwing dagger up under his guard and into his throat and the flames burned through his brain ending his life immediately.

  Older vampires were good fighters as a rule, but my speed matching theirs took them by surprise at times. They’d been arrogant in their assumed physical superiority, and them underestimating me had led to their quick deaths.

  I spun about and was about to snap the rope dart forward, but then let out an amused laugh instead. I’d been terrified the girls would be dead and I’d be overwhelmed, four vampires really would’ve been too much for me. They move way to fast, even dispatching two quickly enough had been a stretch, and only possible because of limited maneuvering inside a corridor.

  But the other two vamps were stuck against the corridor wall, about two feet off the ground. Grace’s telekinesis holding them like flies caught on a spider’s web. I walked over casually and slashed both across the neck, the cleansing fire and blade decapitating them, then the four separate parts, heads and bodies, slowly burned and turned to ash.

  “Thanks, Grace.”

  Grace smiled, “Saving my own life too, you know. I can only use telekinesis on what I can see, and I figured you had the two in front.”

  Right, she couldn’t have handled two opposing directions, but it’d worked out.

  I chuckled, “That was close, closer than it should’ve been, but we’re alive and they’re not. You okay to go on, or should we head back to the ship?”

  Fiona shook her head, “This body won’t wax itself.”

  I snorted, “Alright, let’s go then. I don’t want to linger here in case of other threats, and if station security needs to speak with us after seeing the security footage, they’ll be able to track us down.”

  They probably wouldn’t when they realized who it was that had been attacked on their station. They wouldn’t want to bother the duchess of Patience, except perhaps with an apology that their security had been breached by assassins. Those pressure doors shouldn’t have automatically opened back up like that. Not until security and an investigator had arrived to verify the internal sensors were correct about hull integrity and air pressure being restored.

  We headed into the station, and we took a tour around the place. The rest of the day was a bit boring to me, but it was nice enough seeing the ladies enjoy themselves. A dip in a hot tub with the two of them was also far from unpleasant, and we had dinner out as well. I was keeping a close eye on things, but it seemed likely it’d be days again before another assassination attempt could be prepared and executed.

  Grace’s gorgeous hazel eyes were filled with warm and teasing affection, as well as a decadent and simmering lust, as she rode me on the couch that night. Her pendulous breasts pressed so tightly against my chest, as she straddled me, with her adorably beautiful face and those expressive eyes just inches from mine.

  My hands gripped her ass firmly, as I controlled the pace and speed of our affectionately decadent fuck, but I left the angle, her rolling hips, the deliciously blissful silken friction of her slow rises and falls, and the wondrous tight squeezes and potent milking grinds that sent so much pleasure through me entirely in her hands.

  We weren’t making love, but it was about the same speed. It was a warm and decadent fuck, as she worked us both slowly to our heights. Her sex so wonderfully snug and tight as she rose and fell over me, her large breasts dragging along my chest, as our gazes stayed locked. There was a teasingly playful affection in her eyes, and I was more than a little lost in the myriad pleasures of her body and those hazel eyes as our bodies worked together.

  It was our first time having sex together alone, since Fiona and I’d gotten together with her four days ago. I’d had her multiple times, in a multitude of ways in all four of her fun zones, usually hard and fast and with me controlling her and manhandling her. So it was a little surprising just how intimate our first time without Fiona in the room was, as my duchess was in the bedroom on a live interstellar call with her parents.

  She kissed me teasingly, then said breathily, “I really like fucking you, Damien.”

  I grinned, “Is that what we’re doing?”

  She winked, and then kissed me deeply, passionately, but didn’t work me any harder and faster down below, continuing our sensually slow and teasingly decadent joining.

  “I mean, I love pleasuring you. The way you look at me when I send pleasure through your body, the way you treat me, and how generous in bed you are for me and Fiona. I mean,” she paused as her body trembled, and she let out a shuddering sigh of pleasure as she went over, a gentle orgasm thrumming through her body like a sweet note.

  “Goddess, that was delicious. Where was I? Oh, I mean I think we’re really going to be good friends. You don’t just treat us like ladies out of the bedroom, you see us that way in truth. Me, a nasty and shamelessly slutty tantric witch, a lady.” She giggled, “You… make me feel like I really am one, and it’s a lot of fun.”

  She moaned sensually, as she squeezed and milked me extra hard with a tight circling corkscrew grind as she slowly rose up my cock, then let out a breathy sensual sigh as she took me back in with deliciously snug and silken friction. Her eyes lost in the pleasure, lost in me, and it was heady. It’d also been incredibly intense pleasure, and I’d never felt anything like it before.

  “Your libido and magic don’t make you any less of a wonderfully complicated woman. You are a lady outside the bedroom.”

  Her eyes danced, “And a willing slut in it. But for you, Damien, I’m not just willing anymore, I’m also an eager slut for you and Fiona. Sex has always just been a means to an end, and yes a lot of fun and a lot of pleasure, but…” she panted wildly, then gasped, “Damien!” as she went over for me again, her hot passage convulsing and milking me, sucking me deep into her body and sending pleasure sparking through my body. I used my hands squeezing her supple ass to bump and grind shallowly through it, and to extend her pleasure.

  She moaned in satisfaction as she came down, “So delicious, cumming around your perfect cock. Do you understand what I’ve been telling you?”

  “I think so. I also think we’ll be great friends, lovers with affection.”

  She kissed me deeply again, and she did that gyrating and swirling corkscrew rise and it had me moaning into her mouth as the pleasure washed masterfully through me. She could really fuck better than anyone I’d ever had the pleasure of before, on a technique and raw pleasure level at least.

  She said breathily, “Yes, that. I am that for you. This is… new for me, and I don’t want to make a big deal out of it. But those couples I told you about, a little open minded and adventurous enough to pick up a third on their vacation, even if they didn’t swing or play with others at home. They were fun, and they gave me a hit of magic, but they also judged me, even as they used me for their own thrills and satisfaction.

  “I didn’t mind it, being a slut and sleeping with couples was my lifestyle after all. For my passion toward magic and to avoid complications. I’ve never felt respected for being that before, not until I saw what’s in your eyes. Fiona doesn’t judge me either.”

  “I get it now.”

  She worked me hard for my pleasure, I could see it in her eyes, she wanted me to cum, and not just because she’d get a hit of magic from my huge magic potential as it shed some in response. She wanted my pleasure for the sake of pleasuring me. Not love, but certainly teasing affection and friendship.

  She got it too, and when I looked deep into her eyes and filled her lush body with pulses of my ecstasy, she came a third time and it was bigger than the last two combined as her body greedily claimed my seed and extended my pleasure as she flooded my middle with her own satisfaction.

  I squeezed her ass and held her firmly in place as she tried to move off of me, and then claimed her lips in a languid kiss as my hands released and stroked up her back and through her gorgeous light brown hair.

  I was still cuddling and kissing her in the after bliss as Fiona came out of the bedroom and joined us on the couch.

  She smiled warmly at us, which told me jealousy really wouldn’t be a problem for her. I planned to surprise her later, and to try what her parents did to see if she liked it. Next time I was buried in my tight nymph I’d tell her all about what she’d just missed.

  Fiona said, “The scandal is still a problem in the media and the public, but for right now the bishops have no intentions of voting my father out or even voting on my legitimacy. I also have good news and bad news about the one behind it.

  “It’s Bishop Price, one of the higher ups on Mercy. His story kind of checks out, he was just raised to bishop six months ago and only found out then some of the deeper secrets. About supernaturals. Thing is, he is a supernatural.”

  “Wait, what?”

  She giggled, “Yes. Apparently, he was raised as a ward of the Fellowship, like you, but was never identified as what he is because he doesn’t have an active magical aura. He’s a wizard. We think he learned to use his power over the last six months, including either accidentally or purposefully raising a demon which then corrupted him. Apparently learning about all the supernaturals struck a chord in him, some small clue to his true origins. His mind has been twisted, it’s pretty obvious he truly believes what he’s been saying, that mom and I are an abomination before god.”

  Grace asked, “The bad news?”

  She sighed, “He escaped. Fled the planet before he could be arrested. They want us to be wary and on the lookout for him. They think that he might be desperate enough to come after me with his demon ally and vampire support. A last effort and noble sacrifice from his point of view kind of thing.”

  The strangest part of it all was that it didn’t feel surreal, to be having that conversation while naked and stull buried in Grace. It just felt normal. I didn’t think I was being corrupted or getting addicted to sex, the bar was just set at a different level when it came to loving an earth nymph, I supposed.