Which made me much angrier.

  So, not all that great of a start, for our mission, which just might be the most important mission ever run by the Fellowship since its founding and exodus from Earth.

  If we failed in our objective, then we’d shortly be outgunned and unable to protect our worlds.

  Which is ultimately why I made the decision I did, once I’d fully thought it through. What was one woman’s career next to the future of the Fellowship and almost a hundred billion lives on nineteen worlds?

  I mean, she should’ve been on target in that moment. She should’ve been willing to get messed with by me and even suck my cock if that’s what it took to complete the mission, which I didn’t want at all, but it was a real point. She even wanted me sexually, so she must suspect I wanted sex and to ruin her life or something just for fun. I mean, did that make sense? Why else be so angry and suspicious when the future of the Fellowship was at stake.

  She didn’t trust the word of her duchess either, which was a major problem. A team needed to trust its leader. I couldn’t risk it, not just for her career, and it wouldn’t be totally destroyed. In the end it was her fault, she clearly wasn’t a team player. Really, that had been my major consideration, not trusting Fiona. Fuck that.

  Sure, paranoia was important in a spy, but trust and verify the ones on your team, they aren’t the enemy. She was clearly a lone operator.

  Lastly, she clearly hadn’t met the bar my wife had set. She’d stowed the ice storm, but she was still closed off and not at all acting the part.

  I looked at Fiona and shook my head sadly, which was enough to get across my reluctant advice. I suspected she’d have done it anyway, I was only in charge in the bedroom and in our relationship, not of this mission.

  Fiona bit her lip, then sighed, “Sorry,” she mouthed, and then caressed my leg supportively. I knew she was apologizing for the pain of my friendship blowing up, and not for anything she’d done. Just trying to comfort me.

  Talia’s career could recover, but my wife ordered her to be psychologically evaluated again. I mean, maybe it was just me and Fiona being nobles or something, that had her extra crazy that day, but it was up to the psychologists and Bloom to see how that went. Still, being dismissed from the most important mission of the century just can’t help anyone’s career.

  It was in truth, a shitty feeling, and I couldn’t help but wonder if it would’ve happened that way if I’d just left her alone that night instead of trying to pursue a friendship. But in the end, it was her own headspace that got her into trouble.

  Chapter Four

  “Relax, be a good boy.”

  I snorted, and pinched Christy’s ass as Fiona and Grace giggled. The truth was we were all a little nervous after what had happened with Talia, and likely all wondered the same thing, if Evangelina would be any better. I’d never met her, wasn’t even sure what she looked like yet, but I had seen her record and it was as impressive as Talia’s on the face of it. I knew my wife had though, or at least knew what Evangelina looked like, so I had no doubt she’d be attractive to fit the role.

  Regardless, the second shuttle had arrived about ten minutes ago, likely passing Talia’s as she’d gone back to Patience. So our new fake concubine and espionage agent would be joining us in the ambassador’s suite any second now. We’d already unloaded our luggage and settled in, at the moment Christy was on my lap, Fiona leaning on my side, and Grace on the other side of Fiona. I had hands stroking both Christy and Fiona, the former on the back and the latter on the leg, while they were both stroking me as well. My body I mean.

  “What makes her second best? Her record looked the equal of Talia’s,” I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.

  Fiona answered, “Skill set. Talia has more skills, but none of the ones we need are lacking, so they’re equally qualified for the mission. I wouldn’t have mentioned Evangelina otherwise. I’ve never actually met her, just reviewed the files.”

  I nodded.

  A knock on the door caused all our hands to freeze where they were, and it opened to reveal Evangelina who had a tentative smile on her face. She had long and straight black hair that looked like a shimmering waterfall of midnight. Her eyes were a dark vivid blue. She had golden brown skin, full ruby lips though the bottom lip was sensuously plump, and strong cheekbones a little on the gentle side, which lent her a cutely exotic beauty of face.

  Her body was athletic at five foot six, with a body not unlike Fiona in measurements. B cups, and a thin waist. She was in a formal priestess dress as she closed the door and put her luggage to the side and approached.

  She curtseyed, “Your grace, my lord, a pleasure to meet you. I look forward to our mission together,” her eyes curiously roaming all four of us, as she rose back up.

  Fiona said, “Welcome Evangelina. As part of our cover, you’re to use our names when we’re in private at all times, with the familiarity a concubine and lover would use, just in case we aren’t unobserved. We should get used to it.”

  “Fiona then, call me Eva. I read the briefing on the flight in, and here’s the signed concubine contract.”

  I assumed she ported it over to Fiona, who nodded.

  The ship departed for the FTL line.

  Fiona asked, “Any concerns?”

  Evangelina shook her head, “Not yet. I’ll let you know if I have any.”

  I waved, “This is Christy, on my lap. Grace is our other concubine. Feel free to choose any of the side rooms in the suite to unpack.”

  Christy hopped up, “I’ll help, us priestesses need to stick together.”

  Evangelina laughed, “Thanks.”

  She gave me one last curious look before leading Christy off to grab her luggage.

  The two disappeared into one of the bedrooms off the vast living room. There were double doors at the far end for the master suite, and several rooms along the right-side wall for the ambassador’s family presumably, since the staff bedrooms were outside the suite.

  “That seemed to go well.”

  Fiona grinned, “Yes, don’t break this one,” then immediately looked guilty as the joke fell flat, “You know it wasn’t your fault.”

  I nodded, “Hate to be the feather though.”

  Grace jumped up and took my hand, “Why don’t I cheer our man up, while you and Christy get to know our new concubine.”

  Fiona nodded, “That works, if we all try to get to know her at once we’ll overwhelm her. You can flirt with her later,” she said that last to me, then claimed a kiss before getting up and following the others.

  Grace took my hand, “Come, love,” and I stood up and let her take me into the bedroom, “Strip, and lie on your stomach.”

  Being a curious man, I took my clothes of and laid down on top of the bed. Grace pulled out the lube.

  “You’re not pegging me,” I said suspiciously, and playfully.

  She snorted, “No, you know this is massage oil too, right? Not just for pounding tight asses.”

  I looked at her in mock astonishment, which made her giggle as she got on the bed and straddled my waist.

  Her hands were soft and silky smooth as she started to work on my shoulders, the oil letting them slid around effortlessly. She worked my shoulders for a while, before moving onto my neck, and then my upper back. By then I was melting into the mattress and relaxing.

  “Damn, gorgeous. Why haven’t you done this before?”

  Grace leaned down and kissed my neck as her fingers dug into my mid to lower back.

  “You haven’t needed it before, not for muscle fatigue anyway. I’ll do it anytime you ask, as a tantric witch I’m well versed in the male and female body, and how to give an effective massage. Plus, I love you, remember, and I’m your concubine. I have to do everything you ask me to,” naughty witch, “You need to relax, and to be your old charmingly confident self with Eva. Get back on the horse so to speak and make a new flirty friend. You’ll also need to be comfortable touching each other. Lovers touch in public all the time, so that’s as far as it needs to go.”

  I heard what she was saying, and I was feeling a bit gun shy. I’d never driven anyone crazy before, after all. Evangelina was a new person, and she seemed happy and excited to be there and for the opportunity. She was right about the touching too, I was always touching the others, even in public, without thinking about it. No kissing or anything further than that, so we’d only have to practice the appearance of lovers that far.

  Grace’s hands were pure magic on my body, melting each part of my body one muscle at a time, except perhaps one appendage which had been hard as a rock since we’d started.

  When she reached my feet she patted my calf, “Turn over, Love.”

  She smiled at my hard cock, then got back to work on my body, starting back up at my chest and shoulders.

  “You’re an amazing man, Damien Bane,” she said lovingly, “Firm and kind, and so deliciously hot. You made a jaded tantric witch fall for you, I’m so joyful in my new life I disgust myself sometimes,” she laughed a tinkling laugh, “So worth it though. I am yours, honey. Feeling better yet?” she asked, just as she wrapped both hands around my cock, and started to stroke and twist in opposite directions.

  I moaned, “Much better, that feels so good, gorgeous.”

  Her top hand went over my tip and back down the other side, making me twitch hard, then she went back before starting the rhythmic stroking and opposite twisting which was incredibly potent. The ecstasy of her sliding hot hands on me, working me with such devotion and love in her hazel eyes.

  She whispered, “Just relax and enjoy it. I know I am, so hard for me, love. So soft sliding through my wicked fingers.”

  It was so amazingly erotic, the way she worked me and looked deep into my eyes. Her adorably beautiful face both loving and concerned for me, and the pleasures of her hands on me continued to rise, the euphoria bubbling up from deep within the depths of my soul, building up to an eruption of ecstasy that I could feel quickly approaching.

  She bit her lip, and whispered, “I will never leave you, Love. I am here to stay, for as long as you desire me and are willing to have me. That is my oath as a witch, as a woman, and as a lover to you.”

  “Damn, Grace!”

  She giggled, and she kept working me, as my legs went numb, and the potent ecstasy exploded form my middle and shattered my body. Pulses of seed firing up to land on my chest and stomach as she continued to twist and stroke my cock with her deliciously slippery and hot hands.

  Then she bent down and suckled my cock, to get it all out, then started cleaning me up with naughty moans and her hot tongue and sucking lips.

  She giggled as I pulled her down beside me.

  “Something funny?” I asked.

  She shook her head, her smile bright, “Just happy to be in your arms, and that it was my oath of love for a lifetime that set you off.”

  I squeezed her tightly against me, “I’ll never let you go, gorgeous.”

  I slid her up my oil-soaked skin, heedless of her clothes as I claimed her soft full lips. So languid, so incredibly sensual, as I lost myself in that kiss, her sweet breathy joy in me was completely overwhelming, humbling in a way I couldn’t express, and I felt a powerful need to protect, possess, and cherish the woman in my arms.

  She whispered, “I’m counting on it, honey.”

  She was just as seductive as ever, her voice seemed directly hooked into my libido, but there was an intimate joy to it now as she expressed her love and hopes so freely that had me completely mesmerized.

  I kissed her again, “Clothes bad.”

  She giggled, “You want me naked?”

  “It’ll make it easier to make love to you, so yes.”

  She blushed, her warm hazel eyes lit from within as she got up and took off her dress, without breaking eye contact. She looked incredibly sexy in the trashy black lingerie panty and bra set. It was thin transparent silk, showing off her tits completely, save the lace accents around the bottom and outsides. Her panties were see through as well, and the material was lewdly stuck to her labia and glistening wet. Hell, she’d gotten soaked for me, while giving me a massage with a happy ending.

  I ordered, “Leave the lingerie on, I want to take that off.”

  She smiled, “Of course, love,” as she climbed back into the bed, and sensually laid next to me, legs spread wide in a split, and eyes begging, still hadn’t broken eye contact. My naughty and suddenly sweet lovingly submissive witch was driving me insane. She’d always been submissive, but in a naughty knowing way, this Grace was lost in her love for me, and whatever she saw in my eyes.

  I was in awe as I rolled in her direction and claimed her lips, and my hand started to tease her body, exploring her inner thighs, waist, and the sides of her breasts in soft strokes of my fingertips. Her sweet breath sighs of pleasure and her body’s responsiveness at my teasing touch went straight to both my heart and my libido.

  I kissed off her lips and onto her neck, then nibbled her ear and whispered, “My turn, just lie there and enjoy my loving attention, gorgeous.”

  She trembled, “Damien, I love you.”

  “I love you too,” I said softly as I kissed my way down her neck and onto her chest, my hands still teasing and caressing around her breasts, even onto her breasts, but never her nipple.

  When my mouth arrived and started to tease her vastly sumptuous cleavage with light brushes of my lips, I sent my hand down south to tease her inner thighs and drive her mad with the need of a more intimate touch. She was breathy, wide eyed, and so very beautiful.

  It wasn’t the first time I was losing myself in her sumptuously sexy body. Not the first time I was teasing and pleasing her senses. It was also certainly not the last, but it was the first time I was doing so while my love for her greatly eclipsed the lustful enjoyment of playing with and kissing her body. The last few days since we’d admitted our love had been a sea change. She was the same earthy witch, the same submissive minx, but a lot less teasing during the act of lovemaking and a lot more shameless and loving surrender. Even when I took her hard and fast.

  I made love to her cleavage with my mouth, tracing her bra with teasing touches of my tongue and butterfly kisses, all while I had her wriggling and bucking down below. Her sweet needy gasps and deep sighs of decadent pleasure were music to my ears, and just as enjoyable as the taste of her skin, the soft silken cleavage of her supple D cups, and the feel of her thighs while I felt the heat of her sex radiating so potently below.

  The scent of her arousal was heady and drove me wild, yet I only slowed down to tease her further.

  She was desperate for the pressure of my touch on her petite labia on that deliciously large mound, as desperate as she was to feel my tongue and lips on her tightened nipples, but I continued to drive her into a wonderfully sensual and squirming desperation. She started to moan my name in a begging sultry voice as her body arched and bucked toward my elusive hand, and I knew it was time to up my game.

  “Please, love. Need your touch, so hot for you, going to burn up without your firm touch” she said pantingly with a begging sultry heat and boundless love in her tone.

  Just a light nibble through the silk, teasing her nipple with pressure and the delicious sliding of her silken bra across it made her give out a sharp gasp, that was put to shame a moment later when I cupped her sex and put light pressure on her labia with the top of my palm. Her whole body surrendered to me, as she hovered on the edge of bliss and insanity both.

  My other hand slipped under her arched back, and I snapped open her bra, freeing her deliciously sumptuous D cups, even as with the same light touch down below cupping her mound, I started to move my hand lightly and teasingly in tight circles. Lost in the sweet sexy movements of her body, and in her every small and potent reaction.

  “Goddess, so good, such a tease, driving me crazy for you. I’m so close, so close, love. Please, make me cum. Please, I need to cum for you. Damien, honey, please.”

  I was in awe of my light brown haired sensual goddess, as I nosed the now loose bra just low enough to tease my lips across her nipple, which sent an electric jolt through her body, and she arched her back and gasped powerfully, then moaned as she teetered on the edge.

  That’s when I bit down hard on her sweet nipple, so succulent as I swirled the tasty tip with my tongue, and I pushed down much more firmly below and ground her clit hard with her soaked silken labia.

  She shuddered, then bucked potently under me, and screamed, “Love!” and was stolen by rapture, as I watched her cum for me. So sexy, as she looked down into my eyes, while I sucked her nipple and continued a steady and slow circle grind of her sex to extend her pleasure.

  “Sexy witch, loving witch, wicked witch, so beautiful cumming for me,” I said in awe, slightly muffled by her breast as I continued to gently nurse her nipple. Her panties had been soaked, but now they were dripping, and hot from the rush of new liquid satiny satiation from her sexy and lushly ripe body.

  I started to kiss my way down her body, but her hands entwined in my hair, “Make love to me, please. I love your mouth on me, but I can’t take any more of your teasing foreplay. I need you in me, taking me, loving me, thrusting in me, filling me up. I’ll make it so good for you, honey. Please.”

  I nipped her nipple, then shifted and got to my knees, as I wrapped my thumbs through the sides of her panties, and then slowly and firmly pulled down. It was so lewd, how the panties peeled off of her small and delicious camel toe. I also hadn’t broken our eye contact, my awe and love, along with a whole lot of lust in my gaze as well.

  She lifted her legs up and together, and I gently teased her panties up down her legs and over her feet, before tossing them to the side.

  I considered eating her out anyway, my mouth watering at the potent scent of her arousal mixed with the liquid satiation I’d just engendered, but I wasn’t one to make any of my ladies beg for it, and she’d already begged me for it. I also felt… smug almost, it wasn’t often a man got told he’d given his lover too much foreplay.