It was a fun game, and not at all frustrating, given Fiona and Grace were both breathlessly submissive and loved me to take charge. Grace was just breathlessly submissive, up for anything. Fiona was also submissive but loved to be tied up, punished, spanked and put in line by her lover and man. So submissive, but also naughty and testing our boundaries in the bedroom. Of course, it was a sweet and mischievous naughtiness, designed to get her those spankings and seduce me to the point of driving me crazy.

  All three of course, were ladies outside the bedroom. They had to be, with Fiona being the duchess and future prelate, but it was also natural for them. They were also all insatiable, which I’d never complain about. Fiona virtue of her nymph nature, Grace virtue of her witch specialty as a tantric witch, and Christy had some genetic predisposition to be borderline nymphomaniac, which is why respecting her rules was so important.

  It was quite a sight, and I stripped down as I approached the bed, stopping at the night table just long enough to stroke some lube on my steel cock. My wife’s bubbled ass called to me, so I crawled over to the triangle and pulled out the anal plug, and I drove my cock in hard to replace it. She was a nymph, and fully lubed and ready she could more than take my rough entry, she’d love it.

  She came immediately, flooding Christy’s face with a gush of liquid satiation as the sorceress sucked hard on my nymph’s clit. Her tight ass strangling and gripping my cock as I churned her ass with a circle grind to also extend her pleasure.

  Fiona said breathily as she came down, “Welcome home, husband. I thought you’d stare at us forever from the door.”

  “It was a beautiful view.”

  I started to work my cock with authority in the tight heat of her ass, as it gripped me so tightly, sucked me and milked me. She pushed back and ground me in return, milking me hard as she squeezed so tightly around me for my pleasure, drawing a deep moan from my lips.

  Which is when I started to tell her about the brunch with Talia, and all the flirty things we’d said and done. The sexual tension between us, and her obvious and deep desire to be drilled by me. Needless to say, I had a rather unique marriage, and my wicked nymph loved to watch me with our concubines as well as hearing about flirting with other women, even if they were off the table as far as sex. The more I told her the more breathlessly wild she got, as she wriggled, writhed, and bucked back against me, making it difficult for Christy to use her mouth but my sexy redhead more than made up for it with fingerbanging my golden blonde.

  She gripped me so tight with her ass, squeezing around me for my pleasure as I reamed her with hard long strokes. After my flirty brunch, and my staring at my women in a sapphic triangle, then watching Fiona cum so hard on my cock and around Christy’s fingertips while I talked about it, I sure as hell didn’t last long.

  “Baby,” I grunted, right on the edge with my balls tightening.

  She sealed it with a hissing, breathy, and begging tone, “Yes, fill my ass, mate.”

  I grunted louder, buried myself hard against her ass, and emptied myself into her, the pleasure unreal as she worked for mine. Squeezing so tight around me, locking her tight ring around me and then wiggling her ass in a tight circle, churning my cock and milking it hard for my pleasure, to extend and intensify the ecstasy of my satisfaction.

  Fiona said breathily, “So good, husband,” then shuddered and went over again for me, as I continued to paint her insides.

  The rest of our crazy morning was just getting started. After a wipe down I took Grace’s ass, and then tried to get a sneak attack on Christy’s pussy, but the minx was stronger than me with her lycanthrope curse and managed to spin around, tackle me, and ride me hard for my pleasure. Not that I really fought all that hard, she was a goddess above me.

  I also had a strange relationship, or at least not a typical one with my mother-in-law. Deidra looked as young as her eighteen-year-old daughter, nymphs were extremely long lived, and they didn’t physically age physically until the end. More often than not they died in other ways because of that extreme lifespan. Regardless, she had the same blonde ringlets, classic regal beauty and oval face, just slightly different and looked more like her fraternal twin than mother. Same body type as well, the largest difference there being she had sea blue eyes instead of my wife’s green ones.

  The prelate and her played the same kind of games her daughter and I did, and she seemed to take an innocent delight in winding me up, mostly by caressing my magic with her own in greeting and farewell, and her full-bodied hugs. There was nothing truly scandalous about it, she was just kind and sweet much like Fiona was outside the bedroom, and while she’d never acknowledged it when my dick was hard against her stomach, she also never minded.

  I suspected it was less about me, than a bedroom game with her husband, telling him about all the men she made hard or had chemistry with kind of thing. Not unlike what Fiona and I got up to at times.

  Fiona also never seemed to mind, and usually just dropped to her knees and sucked me off anytime her mother had been visiting, her only comment usually being that her mother was hot. Both playful and true, since they looked so alike. The point there was she wasn’t jealous I thought her mom was hot.

  Regardless, it was about ninety minutes into our pre-lunch orgy, which was even more impressive that Sunday with the addition of Christy, that I was plowing my wife’s pretty mouth while Christy and Grace were in a sixty-nine. Nine times out of ten she was in control of blow jobs, and they were more raw pleasure that way, than simply using her lips, tongue, and throat, but I had to admit there was wicked mental fodder involved in the latter. She needed it, to be dominated in her mouth from time to time, so I happily did so.

  It was perhaps unfortunate timing when I heard the sharp rap on the open bedroom door, and I looked up to see Deidra watching us with a curious and calm look on her beautiful face. Watching me fuck her daughter’s throat. Had I mentioned that Fiona’s hands were handcuffed behind her back and she had a vibrator in her ass?

  I’d been close to the edge, but still strongly in control, until my eyes met blue ones. No transition, no balls tightening, I was just cumming uncontrollably in Fiona’s mouth, unable to look away from her mother’s eyes as the pleasure thrummed through my body, and Fiona moaned deeply in approval, swallowed and hummed to make it better for me, as I sent it right down her throat.

  It was really wrong, and maybe just a little hot. Also, not my fault, she’d never showed up without advanced notice before.

  She just watched, looking into my eyes, her eyes regally calm as I came for her into her daughter’s mouth, and she politely waited for me to finish before speaking. Then she smiled, “Kitchen, when you get a moment. It’s important and time sensitive.”

  Then she walked off, and I pulled out before I suffocated my beloved wife.

  The moment was a bit surreal as I stared at Fiona helplessly, and she just shrugged and giggled.

  “We’re fine, husband, though I may tease you later about how you came for my mother. We need to get dressed. She wouldn’t have barged in if it wasn’t important.”

  Tease? Probably the least I deserved. I still felt guilty, and maybe a little dirty, even if it really hadn’t been my fault. I supposed walking in on sex was a common risk in a household of nymphs. Still, Deidra seemed to really like me since I’d done by right by her daughter in a way nymphs rarely got, and I was fairly sure it’d turned her on a lot. As long as we didn’t cross physical lines, we were being faithful, and that’s really all that counted. Wasn’t it?

  Right, need to hurry up. I used my expanded powers for the first time, just focusing on us all being cleaned and dressed. Paying attention to detail, including their hairstyles, what panties and bras I wanted them in, in addition to their dresses, though my mind had Fiona in a white pencil skirt and pink blouse I was particularly fond of on her. It took extreme focus, but my magic made it happen to the ladies’ shock.

  As a djinn, even a freed one, my power could make almost anything reality, but only if my intrinsic pool of magic could support it. Cleaning up four people and dressing them in clothes that already existed was nothing though, and the pond of power inside me barely noticed.

  There were some rules to it, I mean I couldn’t just change reality if I wanted someone dead, or alive that was dead. To kill someone, I’d need to wield an active power that was offensive to do it, or just use a weapon or my hands.

  Bringing back the dead was beyond my ability in any way. It was also how I could switch two of my four powers to almost anything I wanted, but speed and purifying fire were both incredibly useful against my usual enemies, so I hadn’t bothered. Shape changing and my aura to intimidate or seduce were permanent, a part of my nature.

  I also couldn’t do anything I was unable to understand or conceive of, which was probably the downside of losing all my previous life’s memories. I’d have a lot of tricks and things to relearn.

  It was my first time using it because it was kind of heady, the power I now had at my fingertips made me cautious. I didn’t think it would change me, but I didn’t want to use it for frivolous reasons either.

  I winked, “You all look perfect, shall we?”

  Christy looked turned on by the simple display of power as she checked herself over, despite being a weretiger and air sorceress, a woman of power herself. Fiona and Grace also looked a little breathless, but also fascinated and curious.

  Fiona led the way into the kitchen, where Deidra was making coffees and sandwiches for all of us.

  Deidra raised an eyebrow, then looked at me, “That was fast.”

  Fiona grinned, “My mate is useful to have around. What’s going on?”

  Deidra sighed, “Your implant is on do not disturb, and I couldn’t reach you on your father’s behalf. We have something of an emergency, meeting is in a half hour. Thirty-two minutes, to be exact.”

  So one-thirty.

  Fiona tilted her head, “I have it flagged to accept emergency calls from dad only, when I’m engaged with my family in the bedroom, business related emergencies only I mean. He should’ve just tried himself.”

  Deidra grinned, “Okay, I’ll tell him next time. What do you all know about the independent world New Australia? It’s relevant background information for the meeting.”

  I shrugged, “Thanks, mom,” as she handed me a coffee, “New Australia is a mixture of constitutional monarchy and democratic representation, I believe. They have a queen currently, but her name escapes me at the moment, with a prime minister, house of lords, and the democratic part is the house of commons?”

  I was finding it a little difficult to meet her eyes after what just happened, but she seemed entirely calm and unfazed by what’d happened. I supposed in her long life she’d already seen and dealt with everything more than once, and she was just plain used to men lusting after her that it was no big deal. Invariably, it was also about nymphs just being different, fairy and not human females, had a very different view on sexuality.

  I’d mostly adjusted to their attitudes toward it, Fiona not minding her mother’s effect on me, but this was a new level of it to wrap my head around.

  Deidra nodded, “That’s correct. Their economy is loosely based on capitalism, but they nationalize any corporations with world-security implications. A policy initiated about a hundred years ago as their government authority grew and shifted,” she looked back at me, “The current queen is Allison the second, and the prime minister is Carlton Dennington. They’re about two weeks from here in subspace, due to the need of skirting around Markham Alliance claimed space, otherwise it’d be about nine days.”

  Fiona asked, “So what’s going on?”

  Deidra shook her head, “I’ll let your father do the briefing and break the news.”

  Fiona shook her head, “Let’s sit, thirty minutes?”

  Deidra nodded, “Yes, others will be present as well, Bloom and one of his agents, otherwise he wouldn’t have bothered formalizing the time,” and she handed out the rest of the coffees and put the plate of sandwiches down before she sat.

  I was starving, it’d gotten later than I thought, so dug in to recoup my energy.

  The conference room was cozy and built for eight. Deidra led us in and stood behind the prelate, my father-in-law, with her hand on his shoulder. Two of the three chairs on the right side of the table were already taken, by Bloom and to my surprise Talia, who looked just as surprised to see me there.

  Fiona took the foot of the table, and Christy, me, and Grace took the chairs opposite Bloom and Talia.

  “What’s going on, your grace?”

  The prelate said, “We have a problem. A large one, though it’s not dire yet it has the potential to see us conquered and destroyed. Over the last few weeks our network has picked up chatter about New Australia making scientific strides, chatter we’ve just confirmed a short time ago.

  “They’ve discovered another subspace layer they’re calling tri-space, and they have a tri-space drive they’re gearing up to put into mass production. That technology would enable ships to move around just over twenty-four times faster. So trips that used to take days, would take hours. Trips that took two weeks would take less than thirteen hours. I don’t think I need to stress what a massive imbalance of power that alone will be.

  “But they also by virtue of the same science have mastered subspace energy shields and weapons, which puts our lasers, missiles, and latest shield technologies to shame. All three technologies together represent a massive tactical advantage and imbalance of power not seen since humanity spread into the stars.

  “The crown owns the companies, so I can’t just send anyone to negotiate for the technology. I need to send someone who can talk to Queen Allison as an equal. You can be sure the alliance and confederacy will be after the technology as well, and it will be a race to see who gets there first. In the interest of interstellar peace, it’s important we all end up with it, but I’d feel better if we got there first.

  “Fiona, I know you just started college, but you should be able to attend virtually for the two weeks to New Australia and the two weeks back. Even there, where you’re not engaged in talks or social events. Your job is to go there and persuade the queen to license the technology to us, or outright sell it. That is the primary focus and how I’d prefer things to go.”

  The prelate turned to Talia and Bloom.

  “Your primary job is to keep an eye on the competition from a counterintelligence perspective, no doubt the Markham Alliance and Keerain Confederacy will send a team as well to attain the technology. Make sure they don’t manage to put anything into play to sabotage us. Your secondary job if the queen refuses to sell is to attain the technological and scientific data. Falling back onto espionage is the last option, and I find it distasteful, but we must protect ourselves. We can be sure the alliance and confederacy will not hesitate to do so if they must, and if our defensive fleets are left behind then we’ll be a tempting target for their corrupt regimes.”

  He paused for a moment, then said directly to Fiona, “It might be a bit unpredictable. New Australia is currently in a unique position to command the attention of three multi-world interstellar governments. Even with one world, if they chose to go to war, they could very well defeat us if they had long enough to prepare. I suspect however they will be willing to sell, and they’ll charge us a lot for the honor.

  “I also think there’s a chance the other two governments won’t come to that conclusion, and they may turn to violence or invasion instead of espionage if the queen plays it too close to the vest or gets too greedy. So, I’ll be sending an escort of a full fleet for your safety, which will be left at your disposal. I suggest leaving them at the FTL line, a good place to respond to any other foreign fleets sent in.

  “You have my complete confidence, and you will speak with my voice during this mission,” he looked around the table, “Any questions?”

  Bloom said, “Talia will need a cover tight enough to withstand scrutiny under the suspicion and microscope of two interstellar governments and New Australia itself. If they figure out she’s our team’s intelligence operative they’ll move to take her off the board, and she’ll be so closely watched she won’t be able to accomplish anything. A good cover will make them think our operators are insulated from Fiona and our official diplomatic party.”

  The prelate nodded, “I assume you’re mentioning this because it’s a difficulty?”

  Bloom nodded, “Your daughter is capable, but very young. So is her husband, priestess assistant, and attendant. Further they’re all connected intimately via marriage or public record concubine contracts. So a fifth person on this team separate from that could be an attaché or advisor, but I don’t think Talia is old enough to pull that cover off. It would be far likelier you’d send an advisor that was more mature in age and seasoned, so she’ll stand out and any amateur would realize all wasn’t as it appeared to be.

  “She’s still the best I have for the job, but it is a problem.”

  Fiona waved, “Easily solved. She can sign on as my and Damien’s concubine, making her part of the intimate group, which is reason enough to give her the duties of an attaché advisor.”

  Talia’s eyes widened in surprise, then narrowed at me in suspicion. Why she was suspicious of me I had no idea.

  Fiona shrugged at Talia’s surprise, “It would be on paper, since it’s public record and our enemies may check, and I’m fairly sure we can pull it off in public. My husband and her have an obvious chemical attraction, so it won’t be hard to believe for others that she’s in our bed, and you are a beautiful woman, Talia. You’ll fit right in. I’m not suggesting you actually take up the duties in the contract. But you would stay in our suite on ship and in any accommodations the queen extends to us on New Australia.”

  The prelate looked at Bloom in question.

  Bloom nodded, “That will work to solve the perception dissonance I’d mentioned, I should’ve considered that solution myself.”