He had to, now that he knew letting the rage out during sex with Aria had weakened its cage. It wouldn’t just come out so he could work it off safely during sex, it would come out if someone important to him was threatened. Not a bad thing exactly, but if people saw him losing his mind and striking out like he had earlier, he could very well lose his title and be put down. A celestial knight could not afford to lose control, ever.

  “Will you continue to wear robes? I would allow it.”

  She shook her head, “I’ll wear what would be appropriate for a sworn servant and agent of a knight in your kingdom. I’ll always be a sister, but I won’t be an active one in the church, and the robes would just cause confusion and send mixed signals to your people, instead of conveying comfort and trust like they do to my people.”

  “That makes sense. A ship uniform on ship, civilian clothes otherwise I think, something professional.”

  She asked playfully, “With sex appeal?”

  He snorted, “That’s everything and anything you wear.”

  She blushed, “Thanks.”

  “Anytime, that’s me, Mr. Obvious.”

  She giggled, “Perhaps we should discuss my duties, once we get back to our suite. Just so I know what I’m getting into. Not that it will change my mind.”

  “You’ve already been doing them the last ten days. Taking care of me, cooking, advice, your thoughts. Your personal duties to me that is, which doesn’t include where you’ve been sleeping. That will always be your decision, though I’d be disappointed if that… changed.”

  She smirked, “So would I, sir.”

  “That’s about it. Professionally your duties are to advise me, and they would likely change from mission to mission based on what we’re facing and your skillset.”

  She pouted as they walked into the suite, and teased, “So, no naughty duties?”

  He chuckled, “You’ll be my servant, not my sex slave, by law. If you want to be my sex slave, that would be by private agreement separate from the oath of fealty, and more a blanket consent for roleplay and availability for sex that would be mine until you revoked it. I hate to sound like a lawyer, but it’s a real point.”

  She nodded slowly, looking up into his eyes as she moved closer. He was mesmerized, as she pressed her body against his, then dragged her breasts down his body as she went to her knees.

  “Whatever way it has to be, sir,” she licked her lips as she unzipped him and fished him out, “It’s how I want it. I was so confused at first, even ashamed of my sexual… needs and appetites. A need to feel pain, and to be dominated so roughly, before I could experience true pleasure.”

  She looked thoughtful, even as she absently licked the tip of his cock and moaned in delight at the taste of his precum.

  “But you just… cherished me after it, after showing me heights of pleasure I’d never imagined or dreamed existed. I’ve come to accept it over the last ten days, my wicked needs. Tonight, I will swear myself as your servant, your agent, in obedience and service for as long as you will have me.”

  She moaned decadently as she teasingly sucked the tip, and then circled the thick mushroom head with her swirling tongue.

  “But right now, I’m on my knees as nothing but a wickedly depraved woman, swearing a binding oath to her man to be his fuck toy on demand. Whenever, wherever you want me, I’ll be your needy and wild little pleasure worker. Any part of my body, my whole body, is for your pleasure, sir. I swear to be your sexy pain slut, and your devoted and breathless three-hole cumdump, for as long as you’ll have me. Because that’s what I truly am, and what I was made for, to pleasure this glorious cock, sir.”

  His eyes were a little wide, and his cockhead was an angry purple and his cock pure steel. The naughty devotion in her eyes was mind blowing, but he’d been reading her for that whole depraved oath, and she’d meant ever single word of it. No games, no roleplaying, just a personal oath between a man and a woman, unofficial but binding to her word. He knew part of it was her hope for more, but most of it was about her trusting him completely with her kink, turning over all the power to him so he could give her exactly what she needed.

  She bit her lip, “If you accept my oath, I’d like to seal it by drinking your cum, like a good fuck toy should, sir. If you agree, you should just fuck my face, use me roughly for your pleasure, and seal the oath by blowing down my throat.”

  He pushed forward and she opened her mouth for him, then wrapped her lips tightly around him with a moan of wanton wickedness.

  Fuck, she was so beautiful, sexy, and he was out of his mind with lust in the moment. But also with a sharp need to cherish her. This wasn’t just about a naughty or dark fetish, it was about trust, faith in him, and her confidence that he would always use that blank check for her pleasure. That he wouldn’t take advantage of it, and wouldn’t use her when she didn’t need to be used.

  He’s sooner cut it off, than destroy that look of faith and joyful wanton trust that she had in him. He felt fiercely protective of her in that moment, and wanted to love her gently.

  But… the lust won for the moment, but only because it was what she wanted, what she needed, so he gripped her hair and started to stroke into her. Not all that hard, but fast, and the wickedly depraved sucking sounds and vibrating gargles had him racing for the edge, not to mention her hot and wet nimble tongue. Hell, her speech had him halfway to orgasm before he’d even felt the luxurious sensations in the heat of her mouth, on her nimble tongue, and sliding through her tight cock-sucking lips.

  He also didn’t fail to notice she was diddling herself, so she’d cum hard for him when he emptied his nut between her silken lips.

  “Such a good fuck toy, so beautiful and depraved for me,” he grunted, “I accept your oath,” he said as his knees went weak, and his balls boiled.

  Her dark blue eyes were glowing with pleasure and excitement, and as soon as he sent the first rope of seed blasting into the back of her throat, she cried out in ecstasy around his cock, and trembled like a leaf in a hurricane. Her rhythmic swallowing to her body’s whirlwind of pleasure, and she didn’t miss a drop even as she squirted all over her hand and fingers.

  She always came the hardest, when she was on her knees for him and edging herself, at least for their kinky sex.

  She moaned in contentment, and she continued to suck him lightly as they came down, as if she’d found her place in this life. She smiled brightly, when he picked her up and took her to the couch. He sat, pulling her onto his lap, and shared a deep kiss.

  “That was intense,” he said as he cradled her against him.

  She giggled, “And fun, sir.”

  She wiggled and turned to straddle him, then pulled her panties aside under her robes and slid down his cock, impaling herself. She sighed softly at his gentle touch, while he caressed her breasts, hips, and waist. It didn’t take her long, before she was quaking in pleasure again, her kink temporarily sated she always came hard for him, no matter how sweet, or how rough, they were afterwards.

  “You don’t have any doubts, do you?” he asked curiously.

  She shook her head, “I have faith in the goddess, and I believe in you, sir. I hope for more, but this is enough for now, and it will always be a part of us, as long as you’ll have me. Legally, I may be able to revoke my blanket consent at any time, but only by becoming an oath breaker. I’m afraid your stuck with me, until you set me free of my oath as your fuck toy, sir. Because I would never betray my word, given before the goddess.”

  He never planned to let her go. He also planned to make sure she’d never regret it.

  “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen or heard,” Riesa’s voice came from the kitchen doorway, and when they looked her fingers were between her legs.

  He actually blushed, but Leanne just grinned. He’d honestly been completely beguiled by Leanne, and hadn’t noticed Riesa or when she’d started watching, but after that smile he got the impression Leanne had, and just hadn’t cared who witnessed her debauched oath.

  Leanne said, “Almost makes you wish you had my kink, doesn’t it?”

  Riesa laughed, “Almost. But sir takes care of my spanking fetish quite well too.”

  Leanne tilted her head, “Well, are you going to join us? Stand between us while I ride his cock. Two tongues, two holes, no waiting.”

  He interjected, “That sweet ass is mine.”

  Riesa snickered, and headed their way with a smile on her face and her tail looped high in the air.

  Chapter Fourteen

  The banquet was likely the rabid expansionists’ last hope of stopping the treaty, not to mention keeping themselves out of jail and their heads attached to their shoulders for treachery against the prelate and heresy against Grand Communion doctrine and law. Any Cleric or above on the planet not showing up when ordered to would be guilty of treachery in and of itself. So making an excuse and not showing up wasn’t really an option for them.

  Not all that different than it’d be for him, if he ignored the orders of the king, or worked contrary to them, in the end. Political maneuvering and speaking freely was okay, but disobedience was a step too far in both governments.

  Both Leanne and Riesa looked beautiful in formal clothes, and they’d gone the extra mile getting ready that night.

  “You both look lovely. Any advice for tonight, ladies? Or ideas what the moles might do?”

  Leanne shrugged, “It’s hard to say. There’s going to be over four hundred wizards and healers in the room, and at least two nulls. I’d suggest letting them handle countering any mischief, our moles should be far outnumbered. There can’t be more than a handful of them, I would think. Just stick to defense if attacked, and let the prelate handle it.”

  Riesa asked, “What would you do, sir. Against those overwhelming odds.”

  He frowned, as it didn’t take long to come up with a plan.

  “Fast acting gas, poison, or a planted bomb. False flag it, say they found evidence that it was our plan the whole time, and the peace talks was just a deception to have them all gathered in one place. To wipe out the entire upper clergy of the Communion’s main planet including the prelate. Then one of the expansionist blessed can take the throne and stir everyone up for a holy war of righteous vengeance.”

  Leanne looked horrified, as if she couldn’t believe anyone would go that far.

  He shrugged, “Hopefully they’re not going to try that. I imagine it’d be a nightmare to get explosives or poison gas into that room, and they’ll have healers checking for food poison as the food arrives. But anything smaller seems doomed to failure as well, they don’t have a lot of feet on the ground here.”

  Unless Calvin was one of them, but that seemed doubtful. The prelate and head of security met often, and Aria would’ve picked up any false notes, as he would have in their two exchanges. Unless it was one of Calvin’s underlings.

  Daisy said, “Or, they’ll hijack the ship, and crash it into the temple, which will make it look like we did it. Then when another blessed arrives, they’ll take control.”

  He frowned, “What makes you think that?”

  Daisy replied, “Oh, that would be the two combat shuttles on approach, and the fact four fleets have just appeared on the FTL line. No doubt they’re here to take over, after they conveniently fail to stop our ship from committing a heinous act.”

  “It has to be a little more complicated than that, the three fleets in orbit must have those combat shuttles on their radars. They’ll know it was an internal coup, which would ruin the plan.”

  Daisy countered, “They could say they had reasonable intelligence we were up to something, but the security teams they sent to verify were killed in action by our crew.”

  Which they didn’t have, but there was no way to prove that. It might not be that, but Daisy’s point was right. People were easily led with spin, and there were a lot of ways to just ignore or shrug off the inconsistencies. Especially for a new prelate in the midst of tragedy.

  It might not even be that. They could be planning to just sabotage the ship, so it explodes when they left. Or they might be counting on the frigates below Daisy to prevent the ship crashing into the temple, and it was just the appearance of betrayal they were after, to force Aria’s hand.

  He wasn’t sure, so had to be ready for anything. In a lot of ways, it was an internal issue and none of his business or responsibility. Except, if he didn’t help and Aria was unseated, the Moiroi Star-Kingdom would be embroiled in a holy war. That meant doing all he could to help counter this.

  “Don’t let them board. Leanne, get in contact with Aria. Maybe she can turn those shuttles around with a direct order, and if not have the fleets destroy them. They are in violation of law by trying to board a diplomatic vessel. It’s an act of war.”

  There was also the matter of four fleets, it wasn’t a coincidence they were one fleet larger than the three defensive fleets around the planet. They might be prepared to start a civil war and take the throne by main force. It was likely they had several contingencies running at once, in this last-ditch effort to prevent a very long peace between the governments.

  After all, they’d discovered a way to extend life, and were about to share it as part of the treaty. That meant the prelate and the king would likely live another two hundred years or more, which would likely really anger the expansionists.

  At least the diplomatic courier was out of the picture. As soon as the two copies of the physical treaty signed by the king were delivered earlier that day, they’d headed back for Moiroi Kingdom space. There’d been no reason to stay, since the responsibility for returning their signed copy was his.

  Daisy replied, “Understood,” while Leanne moved quickly to the console.

  Leanne shook her head, “She can’t be disturbed right now. I don’t know if that means she’s aware and already working on it, or if she’s just getting ready for the banquet.”

  He shook his head, and hoped it was the former, but hope was a bad planning strategy.

  “More likely the mole arranged a distraction. See if you can contact Calvin.”

  Daisy said, “They’re saying they have orders from the Prelate to search my ship for insurgents.”

  Bullshit, but it put him in a bad position. If he ordered the shields raised to keep them out, the local fleet might see that as an aggressive action and fire on his ship. In their eyes he’d be working against the prelate’s orders, because they didn’t know it was a ruse and false orders. If on the other hand, he lets the shuttles dock in the hopes that Aria clarifies the issue for the fleet, the boarders could do any number of things and blame it on them.

  Damned if he did, damned if he didn’t. Which meant doing something the enemy hadn’t counted on him doing in their plans.

  He grunted, “Coordinates of the bridge, now.”

  Daisy read off a lot of numbers for orbital positioning, and he mentally fed them to his magic and teleport spell. He blinked, and he was aboard the ship. He immediately moved to tactical, and he put his hands on the console and fed his magic into the system and the powerful magical amplifier aboard.

  Daisy asked, “What are you doing?”

  He replied, “Taking our ship off the board, to give Aria time to clear things up. I can’t let them use the ship, and we can’t be seen actively resisting. It will still start waves, but nothing irretrievable. How long until they’re in docking range?”

  Daisy said, “Two minutes.”

  He said offhand, “Plenty of time, then.”

  He brought up a scan of the system, and he chose new coordinates. His teleport spell was magnified thousands of times, and a bright flash filled orbit as the ship disappeared. He verified they were deeper into the system, almost six light minutes, and in orbit of a dead moon around a rocky planet which was the third planet in this system. It’d take the fleets almost twenty hours to reach them now, far too long to hope confusion would reign.

  He grinned, “I’ll be back after the party.”

  Daisy interjected, “Before you teleport back, we need to talk.”

  He scowled, “Really, now? We’re hardly out of the woods. There’re still four fleets moving in system with goddess knows what intentions, and who knows how many moles and agents on the ground creating distractions and misdirecting security.”

  Daisy said, “That’s in Prelate Aria’s hands. You’ve done your duty, and you’ve removed us from the equation to make her job of unsnarling the forged orders and their plans easier.”

  He wasn’t sure he bought that, “What do you want, Daisy?”

  Daisy sighed, “I’m trying to help you, why are you always fighting me?”

  He snorted, “Help? Tell me this isn’t about the princess again. As for the other issue, I’m dealing with it. Really dealing with it now, so you’re off the hook. Just… drop it. If you really want to make it up to me, and be my friend, then stop trying to run my life.”

  Daisy replied, “I’m under certain orders, I need you to tell me what you’re hiding, otherwise… I can’t help you, even if it breaks my heart.”

  He tilted his head, then laughed angrily, “I see. So, you reported I’ve been keeping something private. Did it occur to you it might actually be private, and have nothing at all to do with the kingdom or my oaths?”

  Daisy replied, “If it’s about the crown princess, then it is kingdom business.”

  He chuckled, but his voice was venomous, “Really? Alright, why don’t we tell her that you and her father are demanding that information from me. I assume if I don’t answer I’ll be questioned under compulsion spells upon our return. I have to thank you for that much, for trying to spare me that indignity and violation. That’s really why the king wants me back on the planet so soon, isn’t it? This is pure spite, since he knows it’s not about the throne or his daughter’s hand in marriage.”

  He took her silence as a yes, since she was probably under orders not to tell him. If she wasn’t under orders, she’d have just said no. He walked over to the communications console, and then composed an apparently nonsensical three-word message and sent it. Daniella would understand it, no one else.