Fiona said, “I can’t believe this day is finally here. It’s been a wonderful day, Damien. Everything is going perfect, and I love how you’re looking at me right now, as if I’m the only thing in the universe that matters. Too bad we can’t sneak off together before the speeches and cake.”

  I nodded, “Your mother did an amazing job, and you are the center of the universe.”

  She giggled, “Yours anyway, which is all I need.”

  Both of our attention was pulled to the gate, and we saw a temple guardsman tackling someone and then dragging them away. We decided not to investigate by mutual agreement without discussion, neither of us wanted to ruin the day, and being selfish on our wedding day was healthy.

  The whole population was not onboard with welcoming the supernaturals with song and dance. The incidents two months ago hadn’t turned the dukes, cardinals, or bishops against us, but then those particular people in the highest leadership positions had always known about us. Had been briefed on the supernatural that lived among the humans in the population, and they had already been aware the prelate was married to a nymph. Without the shock and fear of sudden knowledge like that, their response had been evenhanded and calm.

  The same couldn’t be said for some of the priests, as well as the general population. They hadn’t entirely polarized, but it was a divisive issue. The centrists were still that and didn’t care one way or the other, as long as they were safe, and it didn’t affect them. It’d only added one more split opinion to the extremists on either end of the spectrum.

  But the Fellowship was nineteen worlds and close to a hundred billion citizens, an average of a little over five billion per world. Even a small percentage of the population who were extreme in views in either their hardcore support and extremist hate was a very large number, and they had the loudest voices. Two percent of any population was extremist in their views, and two percent of a hundred billion was two billion people, and they all had something damning or praising to say about us. Not that we hated the good press, but in the end all it did was push the buttons of the haters and kept the story relevant and heated in the media.

  Perhaps humanity would always find ways to express bigotry and prejudice, in the dim past it had been the color of skin or gender, and even in this age of enlightenment and plenty on fellowship worlds, the fear of supernaturals had reignited those old and unflattering instincts.

  There’d been a lot of incidents of violence the last two months, ironically and mostly no supernaturals had actually been a part of them. It was usually a citizen who merely suspected a hated neighbor or some eccentric personality was supernatural. Stories of a wife killing the mistress, and positive the woman was a succubus. Of course, any population of sufficient size and you were going to get the crazies doing crazy stuff.

  We weren’t entirely sure how well things would go on Monday as a result of all of it. In the temple we were mostly shielded from those extremist points of view, and Fiona’s title and authority may extend to our reception in college too. All but the most rabid of racists would take pause before confronting the duchess or heir to the prelacy with hate and the threat of violence.

  Perhaps the issue at the gate had been unrelated and I was just reading into it, but I suspected it was some kind of rabid protestor at the very least. But the temple guard had done their job and I doubted more than a handful of the guests had even noticed the brief scuffle.

  The rest of the reception went well and without issue. The dinner, whole speech thing, followed by the cake pictures, and a little more dancing, before the two of us could make our escape back to Fiona’s suite in the secured quarters area of the temple.

  Chapter Two

  Fiona was hot and breathy in my arms, as I held her tightly and we kissed hungrily. Just inside the door to her suite, neither of us willing to wait another second to express our lustful need once the door was closed and we were in private. I felt a wicked thrill and playfulness from her as she rubbed up against me, grinding her hot lithe and barely legal body against mine. The kind of naughty thrill she felt when we were about to roleplay.

  The kiss broke, and she bit her lip as she looked around conspiratorially, and a bit nervously.

  “We need to hurry, sir.”

  “We do?”

  She nodded, and she started to rub my hard cock firmly in its confinement with her hand.

  “My new husband will be here any minute. We don’t have a lot of time.”

  I suppressed the desire to laugh, as I wondered just how long she’d planned this roleplay for our wedding night, but eventually had to give into it, so I pitched the laugh as dark and amused, “He doesn’t do it for you, slut?” and pulled off her shoulder straps then tore the dress down until her rounded and perfect tits popped out, her delicate pink and mouthwateringly large nipples were tightened. I pinched and twisted one, making her gasp as I leered down her body. I did my best to lose myself to the lust of the moment, and to make that leer as objectifying and as smugly contemptible of her as possible.

  She shook her head faux sadly, “He’s always so gentle and loving in bed. Whenever I hint that sometimes I need to be ravished, used painfully for his pleasure, and pumped full of cum, it totally goes over his head, and he makes love to me. Sometimes a girl just needs to be fucked, to have her heated cunt pounded by a large hard cock. He’s so clueless, about how badly I just need to be used for a man’s pleasure. You know?”

  “You’re a hot slut. Your husband sounds like a dumb fuck, but I’ll take care of you anytime I need to dump a load in a hot cunt,” I spun her around and swatted her ass, gripped the back of her neck, and pushed her face into the small table by the entrance, held it there firmly as I bent her over it. I spanked her again twice, before pulling up her skirt forcefully. Which is when I got another surprise, my new wife had been naked under her dress all night. No panties, and she was absolutely soaked for me. There were dirty rivulets of moisture on her upper inner thighs that told me she’d been dripping all night, and her generous folds on her petite mound were glistening and quite swollen.

  She gasped, “Yes, hurry. Fill me full of cum before he gets here. Just… fuck me, please.”

  I growled as my cock twitched hard. I spanked her hard again, while my other hand worked my pants open, and when they fell to my knees I called it good enough as I stepped up behind her and drove home. Fuck, still incredibly tight, and as a nymph I suspected she’d be just as tight and hot around me in a thousand years.

  “Is this what you wanted?” I growled demandingly, then said as condescendingly as possible, “Slut,” all while I held her down by her neck and pounded my way into her.

  Despite how tight she was for me, her hot silken walls tugging on my cock and sucking me in with delicious milking action each time I pulled out, I fully buried my fat just over seven inch cock in her heaven in just five harsh and demanding strokes of my body. As tight as she was, that was nothing compared to how hard she milked me when she squeezed with her floor muscles and rolled her hips subtly.

  My Fiona was an exquisite fuck now. Her techniques were as flawlessly pleasurable as her passionate abandon. After just three months she was Grace’s equal in most ways, and actually surpassed her in the rest. The pleasure on my cock as I continued to pound her, not pausing at all for even a second for her body to grow accustomed to my invasion. I literally went straight to hardcore fucking from the moment her tight heavenly passage took me in, and the delicious silken friction sent waves of pleasure crashing through my body and a deluge of insane lustful abandon through my mind as I owned my wife of three hours while pretending to be another man.

  Fiona gasped and worked me like a talented wore desperate for a deposit of cum, despite not having all that much leverage being pinned down she still blew my mind, and her body gave mine so much pleasure as I pounded her as selfishly as possible.

  She screamed, “Yes, exactly what I needed. I’m going to cum so hard for you.”

  I said in arrogant condescension, “You better, slut,” and that hit her like a lightning bolt to her sex. I could feel the wild lust she felt at that. She normally didn’t like shaming at all, except in roleplay when it fit the storyline.

  She howled, “Cum with me, fill my slutty pussy. I wish my husband would fuck me like this.”

  Liar, I totally nailed her like this, at least once a day, if not with the condescending praise and shaming. Still, I could tell she really meant that part, she did need to be used and to feel ravished and owned.

  Then her pussy started to convulse and suck me in harder, each time I pulled out she milked and quivered around me hard, massaging my cock with her silken hot passage desperate for my cum. Her sweet sounds of ecstasy and wild panting and keening hit my libido hard, and I was done. Given the breakneck pace I was taking her, that wasn’t a big surprise.

  I grunted and pounded in twice more, as I felt my legs go numb, “I’m going to fill you,” I said threateningly, then I grunted harder.

  As the pleasure took me by storm her own ecstasy was raised higher and reset, as she rolled into a second and more powerful orgasm. Her body trembling under and around me, as I sent pulse after pulse of my lust and pleasure into her hot body. I managed to give her a sloppy swat on the ass, then I pulled out and rubbed my cum soaked cock all over her ass.

  When I let her up, she turned and kissed me, warmly, sweetly, submissively, as she conformed her body to mine and moaned softly in decadent enjoyment.

  “I love you, Damien. That was… perfect.”

  I grinned, “Love you too, sweetheart.”

  She giggled, “I was a little nervous about that one, take me to bed? I think I need my loving husband now.”

  I scooped her up with a smile, and I headed for the bedroom. I put her down on the bed and joined her, cuddling her tight.

  “Nervous?”

  She blushed, “We’ve roleplayed you cheating, but never me. But I suppose you don’t mind me cheating on you with stranger you.”

  I snickered, “No. I’m secure in your faithfulness, baby. A little roleplay isn’t going to send me over the edge.”

  She kissed my chest and let out a happy sigh, “I am yours. I also never dropped the C word before.”

  I snorted, “I wasn’t offended, it was actually kind of hot. So am I really clueless? I make love to you, but I pound you at least once a day.”

  She giggled, “Maybe a little. Yes.”

  I kissed her languidly, and she moaned softly, “I love you loving me like this. And making love to me. And yes you pound me once a day, but always for my pleasure. Sometimes, a girl just needs to be owned, used, and taken pleasure in. At least, this one does, call it my naughty nymph side. But we have roleplay for that, you can actually live with being selfish in roleplay. I really am content.”

  “So why am I clueless?”

  She giggled, slipped up on me and impaled herself slowly. She felt so good around me, moving with a sensuality and abandon as she looked into my eyes with a blinding level of loving affection. She was a goddess riding me, grinding me, working my cock for my pleasure while I worked her from below.

  She sighed, “I love this, need this. Loving you, losing myself in your love, I need it. Crave it, desire it, and wantonly surrender to it.”

  I nodded.

  She smiled, and she let out a sweet breathy sigh of pleasure with a hard and shallow grind and swivel that made my eyes roll back in pleasure. So intense, the pleasure and deep connection when we made love.

  She said softly, “I need the other just as much. Me, not a pretend slut roleplaying for a thrill. I need to be consumed at times, used for your pleasure. I need to be your pleasure.”

  I nodded, “Is that why roleplay is your favorite, because it satisfies your darker needs that I don’t normally address?”

  She nodded, then shook her head, “No, I love all our roleplay, and only a few of the things we do is about you being a selfish out of control male that ravishes me. I think it’s my favorite kink because I’m a nymph, we enjoy having diverse lovers by our nature and instinct. I am committed and faithful, but in roleplay I get to be with a whole bunch of different men, in you. That, along with our harem, will keep those instincts in check.

  “But yes, I am thankful for roleplay to feed that need as well. I’ve told you a million times how much I love to feel owned, how safe and thrilled it makes me, but you never connect the dots. It’s not in your nature to use or abuse my body for your pleasure. Even your rough surprise sex is about pleasing me, and you let your pleasure take care of itself. Which is nothing to complain about, I love that about you. I just need both.

  “I also wouldn’t call it a dark instinct. It is at its heart, a giving and selfless one. I need to be your pleasure, just as you strive to always be mine as you take control and I submit.”

  I nodded, “I think I get it now. Sometimes you have to spell it out.”

  She giggled, “I had to wait until we were married, didn’t want to scare you away.”

  I snorted, knowing she didn’t mean that at all.

  She bit her lip, then her whole body shook and trembled on me, around me, as she looked deeply into my eyes with a boundless love and devoted pleasure that awed me. The pleasure flushing through her body was potent, but I had gotten used to feeling it and being so closely connected to her during sex, and it was easy to hold back my pleasure so we could continue to make love.

  When she came down, she looked vulnerable, “I suppose I waited so long because you were satisfying it, even if only in roleplay, and I was afraid you’d judge me. I would die inside, if I lost your respect and the awe you hold for me. While I’m not ashamed of that need in me, it is considered degrading to most. If you think it through, I’ve just told you I am your cum-slut who aches to be used, a sex object for you to take pleasure in. I supposed I feared,” she trailed off for a moment in thought, as she continued to ride me, “I feared that it would be too hard for you to compartmentalize, that it would seep into the other aspects of our sex life, and even outside of the bedroom.

  “I love the awe in your eyes even when you dominate me, tie me up, and paddle my ass until its red. I don’t want you to see me like a slut all the time. Just… sometimes I need it.”

  I grinned, “Got it, baby. Is understanding enough, because it will be easier to compartmentalize if we only do that in roleplay. In the end I still only do it because you enjoy it.”

  She smiled warmly, “Yes, love. That sounds perfect. I just… needed you to know. It’s not just an empty naughty thrill we explore in roleplay to be wicked.”

  I pulled her down into a kiss, then rolled us and took the top. Took control, as I made love to her. My heart easily evoking the deep love, awe, and respect I had for her, while I made love to her. In short, I proved her fears unfounded. It was hot, even nasty, and so very wicked that she wanted to be my fuck toy on occasion, for real.

  But it was also just one small part of the mesmerizing and captivating whole of who she was, and she was so much more than that.

  Making love to her was so intense. It wasn’t just her sweet alluring voice, or the surrender and submission in her eyes and her words. It wasn’t just the myriad pleasures of her nubile barely legal body, or how amazing she was at delivering those pleasure. It wasn’t just the bond, that made us feel the love and pleasure of the other, the adoration, instead of just seeing it in each other’s eyes.

  It was all that, and our magic. Our magic mixed potently, could engender a wild lust in us at times when it mingled, but when we made love our magic did too, enhancing the all the rest that I’d mentioned. It was truly overwhelming to love my Fiona.

  She looked as lost in me as I was in her, while we made love and she came for me over and over again. Each time more poignantly and powerfully than the one before, until I finally took my loving pleasure in her soft and supplely nubile body.

  Waves of contentment and relief rolled off of her, as we cuddled, so she really had been worried it would twist my perceptions of her. So much for the strong unbreakable bond between us removing all of her insecurities, but maybe time would do it, eventually.

  “I think the next time that selfish asshole pounds you for his pleasure, he’s going to forcefully breed you. Use your womb, plant his seed, and reap a harvest.”

  The surge of lust I felt from her was potent, apparently a nymph’s instincts to have their first child is extremely powerful. It’s something I’ve known for a while, and I’ve thought about starting a family with her a lot the last two months. It wasn’t exactly a decision made in heat, but I was going to have some fun with it.

  She said, “Don’t tempt me.”

  “No? Do you think I’d mind, if our next summer vacation before our second year of college was taken up with our newborn child? If I knocked you up now for instance, you’d be due right around the end of May, just after the second college semester.”

  She bit her lip, “I thought we agreed to wait until after college?”

  “If I remember right, you said you’d try and wait if you could help it. Plus, you won’t have a choice at all, I won’t give you one. You belong to me, including your womb, and I want to put you with child.”

  She panted, and then looked into my eyes in amazement, “You want to knock me up, badly. Don’t you. On our wedding night. I can feel it in you.”

  I kissed her softly, but it grew hungry and demanding in short order.

  She gasped sharply in my mouth, as I swatted her ass punishingly, then she quaked and breathed out a wicked sigh of dirty pleasure.

  “Make yourself fertile, now. I’m going to breed this ripe little body, slut, and your husband will never find out it’s not his.”

  She bit her lip, her eyes glazing over with heady lust and pain as I gave her a second even harsher swat on her other ass cheek.

  She whimpered in pleasure, the sweet stinging pain mixing and creating a deep euphoria inside of her I didn’t think even she could fully understand.