Talia asked, “Why on ship?”

  Fiona looked Talia over, taking in the agent’s stiffness and caution, and then said patiently, “People that live together act in a certain way and with a level of familiarity even while being formal in public, you should know this from your training on reading people. We need to do it on the trip there so that you become comfortable around us and find your natural orbit with us all. Any kind of awkwardness or miscues after arriving would beg questions. Is this a problem? I know you’re not suited to being a concubine, but it is just a cover, and a far nicer one than some of the ones you’ve assumed in the past. If this won’t work for you, we’ll have to take Bloom’s second-best female spy. Evangelina is good too, and young and cute enough to take on the role.”

  Talia shook her head, “No, your grace. I’m willing to do anything necessary to achieve success in the mission, I just wanted to clarify. Not suited?”

  Fiona nodded, “Your psych profile, the same reason you weren’t quite suitable to being a priestess. Both are positions of service to others with elements that would grate on you over the long term. You’re independent of nature, but neither arrogant nor selfish.”

  Talia tilted her head, “You’ve read my psych file?”

  She looked at me, and I shrugged helplessly. I’d had no idea Fiona had, but I wasn’t all that surprised to learn she did. Fiona could be incredibly protective of what was hers, to the point of viciousness. It was in her nymph nature.

  Fiona waved that away, “Of course. I’m protective of my husband, and I would do so for any that entered his life. It’s a prudent security measure as well, history tells us many will attempt to get to me through him during our lifetimes.”

  Talia shook her head, “Sorry, you’re correct of course. It won’t be a problem taking on the role, I’ll really enjoy pulling the wool over the eyes of three entire governments.”

  Fiona grinned, “Welcome aboard, Agent Talia.”

  The prelate shook his head, “Now that that is settled, any other concerns or shortfalls. Do we need more resources on the team?”

  Bloom shook his head, “Talia is a solid operator with a wide skill set. If she needs aid or a distraction Damien is fully trained in spy craft as well. The less the better, it will be one more datapoint that will lead our enemies to believe we must’ve fielded another team in an isolated manner for intelligence operations.”

  The prelate said, “Alright, the shuttle leaves the pad in thirty minutes, so I suggest you all go pack. You’ll be going in the official diplomatic yacht, which is unarmed, but you’ll have a full escort fleet comprised of two heavy cruisers, four light cruisers, and three scouts. My only advice toward negotiations is meet any reasonable price, the technologies are extremely valuable.”

  Fiona replied, “Understood, your eminence. Talia, don’t bother packing any dresses, we’ll fabricate you a new concubine wardrobe aboard ship. Just pack essentials and maybe workout attire.”

  Talia nodded in agreement.

  The prelate said, “Dismissed.”

  Chapter Three

  Intense and warm green eyes looked up into mine with submission, adoration, surrender, and a whole lot of pleasure. Her sweet gasps were mesmerizing, and her wild panting beyond sensually captivating. I couldn’t possibly look away from the loving lust, boundless submission, and total surrender to the pleasure I was engendering in her hot nubile body. I was so incredibly hard it hurt in its confinement.

  Grace and Christy were packing for all of us, while I’d pinned Fiona against the wall in the bedroom with my left hand around her throat, pulled up her pencil skirt around her waist, and then started to furiously fingerbang her with my right hand. Surprise sex, I knew she wasn’t expecting it all given we had to pack up and be on the shuttle shortly, but our concubines were more than willing to pick up the slack.

  Her hands caressed my chest so softly and lovingly, nothing but a thrilling trust in her eyes at my tight hold around her throat, and she was so beautiful and sexy beyond belief, as she looked up at me like I was her god with pleasure suffusing her face. As if there was nowhere else that she’d rather be than in my control and taking the pleasure I was forcing on her. I was still in awe of her beauty, and just how soaked she was for me as I slammed three fingers into her still unreasonably tight barely legal cunt.

  My palm pressing against and grinding her generous folds on her deliciously small mound to stimulate her clit while she started to tremble for me. I bent my fingers and started rubbing across her G-spot more firmly, and ground my palm a little harder over her folds as her breaths grew labored and her eyes started to glaze over in imminent orgasmic euphoria.

  Part of that surrender were all the emotions she felt in me, how much awe I held in her, how much I obviously loved doing this. That I lived to give her pleasure as her mate, and she could feel all of it through our bond. It fed back on itself, turning her into my adoring and obedient submissive sexpot.

  “Cum for me, baby. You’re so beautiful when you cum for me.”

  She trembled, and then bucked on my hands as she cried out, “Damien!” and I continued to finger bang her through it, looking deeply into her eyes as she gave me everything while the pleasure rocked through her body. It was too much, and I was too damned hard.

  I needed her badly. Usually a fingerbang surprise was where it ended, but not that day.

  I released her throat to undo my pants and let them fall around my ankles, then gripped her ass and lifted, her legs going around me tightly as I slammed up into her still quivering sex. Her tight little cunt gripped me and sucked me in, even as she stretched so easily and tautly around me. The pleasure of her nubile body was intense, magnified by her whimpers of pleasure and the look of joy in her eyes at having me in her body once more. All my women were tight for me, but Fiona was the tightest, and when she truly bore down around me it was mindbogglingly pleasurable.

  It was still a surprise quickie though, so I didn’t hesitate or pause as I kept slamming up into her even after being fully buried into the delicious heat and friction of her clutching pussy. Her silken passage grabbed and pulled on my skin, milking me hard with every stroke, keeping me deep inside of her as she bounced up and down the wall. Her sexy B cups bounced so alluringly beneath her pink blouse in the bottom of my vision, as I got lost in her inviting green eyes.

  “Can’t help myself, sweetheart. Had to have you.”

  She bit her lip sexily in a fog of lustful desire and lingering pleasure, “Anytime, mate. Your needs are mine, and I really needed you drilling me right now. Harder, fuck me, Damien. Own me and claim me, make me cum hard around your delicious cock.”

  I growled, “You’d better,” as I started to fuck up into her as fast as possible, without tapping into my supernatural magical speed anyway, and my growling demand for her to cum for me sent her spiraling into a second orgasm.

  She was always so tight for me, but when she came or squeezed she constricted around me like a vise. Without all the liquid lubrication to ease the way, even her silken smooth walls would’ve held me immovable as she convulsed wildly around me. Pulsing around and rippling along my cock as I continued to slam up into her at a punishing pace. Fucking my sweet mate through her orgasm, for both our pleasure.

  Her nails dug into the back of my neck and my shoulders as she splintered apart around me in wanton surrender, and it felt so good as her body worked hard for my cum. Milked me, massaged and gripped me, desperate for my seed.

  I was lost in the waves of pleasure inundating me, that her body engendered in me as I gave her pleasure and took my own forcefully. For her pleasure, the lust, love, and possessiveness mixing and rising with the blissful euphoria of pounding into her silken depths over and over again, all while she bounced helplessly on my cock, and begged me for my pleasure with her blissfully addled green eyes.

  “Fuck, baby,” I grunted, and her body bucked and quivered, and she rolled her hips and squeezed around me tightly, milking me desperately for my pleasure. So sexy, so giving, and too much pleasure to endure as I started to fill her tight sex.

  The look on her face and in her eyes, as she breathily worked me through it, for my pleasure, despite her own made our mutual heights last an eternity, even as we fell too soon.

  I felt a surge of mischievousness, as well as a potent deep abiding love from her. The former was explained when she opened her mouth.

  “Well, that’s a relief. You can still get off without my mother present.”

  Her words were teasing, playfully so.

  I laughed, then spanked her, “Be nice.”

  Then I kissed her languidly.

  She grinned, “Sorry, it’s just you looked so guilty earlier, that kind of thing happens when we fuck as often as we do. It’s not a big deal. Any idea why Talia reacted so negatively to my suggestion?”

  I let her down, and Christy helpfully threw us a warm wet towel to clean up. Fiona dropped to her knees and cleaned me up, with her mouth before the towel, then got me packed away and my pants back up. Then she took care of herself.

  I finally answered, “None, it’s not like her, but I don’t know her that well yet. Not really. I know she’s not sure of me, so maybe she’s worried I’ll try to take advantage of the situation? She did look at me suspiciously when you suggested it.”

  Fiona shook her head, “I don’t think so. Or not exactly that. She might doubt your motives, but I don’t think she doubts her desires in that direction. I have no doubt she’s loved to be the one getting pounded against the wall, which made her reaction confusing.”

  I shrugged, “Well figure it out in the two weeks before we get there.”

  We cleaned up, finished packing enough clothes for two weeks, and headed out.

  Deidra was at the shuttle pad, and passed out hugs to us all, which made sense since she wouldn’t be seeing her daughter for over a month. Regardless, she gave me the usual warm full bodied hug with an innocent look on her face, and stroked me with her magic which made me stir below.

  “Take care of yourself, and my daughter.”

  Things seemed pretty normal, despite what happened earlier, so I relaxed and just went with it.

  “I will, mom.”

  After a quick hug for Christy and Grace, and one last shared glance with her daughter, she headed back inside and the four of us moved into the shuttle.

  I sat on the couch with Fiona and Christy, and they leaned into me, while Grace plopped down on the chair across from us.

  Talia showed up a few minutes later with a single large bag, and she sat in a chair not too far away from us but there’d been a closer choice. The atmosphere of the room immediately became uncomfortable as she sat tensely without a word. Clearly not at all easy in our presence, though what could be driving that tense suspicion and discomfort in her I had no idea. Our usual chemical attraction and sexual tension was completely absent in the oppressive atmosphere.

  So much so that hard on I’d mentioned was history, totally shriveled despite having Fiona and Christy snuggled into my sides.

  Maybe it was the presence of the ladies of my family, who she’d never met before, but I didn’t think so. Her suspicion and distrust… and her attitude, seemed aimed solely at me for some reason, though I couldn’t prove it.

  Even the pilot seemed to pick up her obvious discomfort and did a double take of the room, as he closed the back up and moved to the cockpit. It wasn’t long before we were in the air and headed for space.

  The diplomatic yacht was unarmed, but of course had diplomatic immunity and would be considered by all other governments as Fellowship soil, no matter where it was. Much like an embassy that way, and any move against it would be considered an act of war. Still, it was nice to have an escort anyway, since embassies and diplomats tended to be the first casualties if war was declared.

  The yacht itself was about a hundred yards long, thick in the back and thinning slowly toward the front. Like the yacht we’d taken on vacation, the section for the diplomats was a lot nicer and plush than the crew section of the ship, and it was secured to only allow a few people in. There were more than enough rooms in it to accommodate a separate room for all the concubines including Talia, though Christy and Grace would be sleeping with us most of the time. One day a week it’d just be my wife and I, to renew our intimacy without others around, while Grace and Christy explored and deepened their own relationship.

  The virtual tour in augmented reality was a distraction from the tension. There was no pool, since it wasn’t a pleasure yacht, but there was a complete workout facility as well as a place for meditation or martial arts practice. There was no jacuzzi either, but there was a hot tub that would fit two easily and three cozily in the ambassador’s suite.

  It lacked a few of the amenities of the other one, owing to the fact it was an official government ship, but it would hardly be a hardship to spend a month on the ship.

  I got tired of the tension as I logged out of the tour. The trip would be a nightmare if she cast a pall over the rest of us the whole time, since we were stuck together for over a month, like it or not. Not to mention be blowing our cover.

  “So, still looking forward to getting to know me better?” I asked, my tone a little confused and questioning.

  Talia snorted, “Not sure if it’s worth the trouble.”

  Fiona went dark side on my behalf, “First, you will never disrespect my husband again. Second, what the hell is going on with you, and make it good or I’ll drop your ass back on the planet so fast your head will spin, and have you transferred off planet so fast you won’t know how it happened.”

  Talia looked sick and terrified, like her life was over, and waved, “This was all a setup, wasn’t it? You answered far too quickly, your grace. I am good at reading people. You didn’t even hesitate to offer this solution, like it was scripted. I don’t know what he wants from me, outside of fucking me, but I know he arranged this… assignment,” she finished distastefully.

  Oh, holy shit. She thought I’d been screwing with her the whole time, about being her friend, just to set something like this up and get in her pants. I knew she’d been doubting my intentions, but fucking wow.

  Also, forget that. Friendship over, they were overrated, and I didn’t need this kind of drama. Friends were supposed to take you away from the drama, not be the cause of it. If she thought that low of me after our first meeting, several conversations in voice and text, and our brunch that morning, then what the fuck was I doing and why was I bothering? She obviously had trust issues, so not my problem.

  Fiona laughed coldly, “Get over yourself.”

  Talia looked like she’d been slapped.

  Fiona said, “You believe I’d help arrange for my husband to cheat on me? Are you fucking daft? How about my father, do you think he’d help arrange for his son in law to cheat on his precious little girl? You may be good at reading humans, but you suck at reading earth nymphs. The solution was obvious to me and my way of thinking. I suppose you also think I arranged this whole emergency somehow? Bloom chose you, we had nothing to do with it. Or did you fail to read the surprise in my husband when we walked into the room? I sure as hell felt it over the bond.

  “Bloom’s explanation was long, and the answer obvious to me. As soon as he said the lack of intimacy would be part of the giveaway, the addition of intimacy, or at least the appearance of it, was the obvious answer. Remember, Earth nymphs like diversity in their intimate relations, we’re not close minded about such things. That doesn’t mean I’d let him fuck you though, unless you actually became mine, and joined our harem for real. So… get over yourself, now. If you don’t, I’ll have you replaced by Evangelina as soon as we land on ship. We can delay the mission another thirty minutes. This won’t work if you’re giving us the cold shoulder and being a suspicious bitch to him.

  “It’s also ironic, your so worried about him destroying your career, you’re doing it yourself, when all he’s tried to do is be your friend. Am I clear?”

  Talia looked at me and flinched at the cold granite of my eyes and features, then let out a shaky breath and nodded, “Yes, your grace. I… apologize. I just felt like he’s been playing with me from the moment we met, and the coincidence of this long mission as his concubine for a cover is… too unlikely. So forgive me.”

  I could sort of see it from her side, but it still wasn’t my fault or problem. She was flirty, fun, a little naughty, and I recognized a part of myself in her somehow. But she had also been suspicious, and I didn’t need crazy bitch in my life. I wasn’t sure I could do it anymore, pretend to be her lover I mean. At that point all I felt was disgust at her misjudgment of me, and disappointment that my first friendship in eight years had crashed so hard.

  Well, first friendship with a colleague, I had to admit I was friends with Deidra, but it was different, she was my mother-in-law and family too.

  At the same time, I knew if I dismissed her now that it would tank her career. I didn’t want to ruin her passion and career for just being a little crazy. I mean, most spies were suspicious and a little crazy, and she was good at her job. I was pissed in the moment, but there was a good chance that would pass over the next two weeks, and I knew how to act too. My flirting would look natural whether I got a thrill from it or if she was a friend, or not.

  So I kept my mouth shut, and let Fiona deal with it.

  Fiona said, “My husband is the only one due your apology. What I need from you is for you to drop the bitch act and get your head where it belongs. I’d have preferred to be friends, from my husband’s description of you I’d been expecting you to be a delightful companion, but I’ll settle for professional acting. Just… stow the ice storm.”

  Talia glowed in embarrassment, clearly doubting half of what my wife had just said, but also clearly willing to go along with things in the hopes her career wasn’t destroyed over this mission. I’d be happy when I saw the last of her.

  “Understood.”

  She also didn’t deliver that apology to me. I also wouldn’t say the atmosphere grew comfortable, but at least she’d stopped sending waves of distrustful suspicion my way, and her back was no longer up. Of course, we all knew she’d just suppressed it, that she didn’t trust my wife either, the duchess.