She lowered her legs as she spread them, then wrapped them around my middle tightly, her knees almost completely bent at a sharp angle to both splay herself open for deep penetration and to dig her heels firmly into my ass.

  The heat of her sex was delicious on the bottom of my cock, our silken skin sliding as I ground into her sex, running my cock through her labia lengthwise with a few insistent rocks of my pelvis. It completely soaked the bottom of my cock, as well as lubed up my mushroom head, and then I lined up and pushed in. Her sex tightened and convulsed at my entrance, but I pushed deep forcing her open for me, as her hot pussy engulfed me in paradise, swallowed my fat cock with a massaging and constricting wave as I slid halfway in.

  I moaned in pleasure, enjoying the way her body bowed and thrust in counterpoint to take me deep inside. Her eyes wide with pleasure and a slight discomfort at stretching her so tautly that just made it better for her as well as sending potent waves of pleasure throughout my body.

  It took me two more firmly insistent thrusts, pulling back to the tip to collect more liquid satiation to ease the way, before I was fully buried in the heavenly pleasures of her gripping silken depths. I paused then, luxuriating in the pleasure of her body, her sex seemed to be made just for me, perfectly snug and tight, but not verging on too tight.

  Of course, she put that to a lie as she constricted around me, grasping my cock in the vise of her hot paradise, and we both let out a deep moan of pleasure, lust, and love as she ground up against me, milking me so hard I almost came right there.

  I kissed her lovingly, teasing her lips with nips, soft brushes, and firm demanding lust. She was as lost in me as I was lost in her.

  Grace said breathily, “So full, stretched and split open for you, always for you. I thank the goddess every day, that you and Fiona picked up that trashy whore at the club.”

  I grinned, “Thank her for me too,” and winked as I started to drive into her. Not as hard as I could, but not soft either. An unrelenting pace that I could maintain indefinitely, and just slow enough to deliver a rocking circle grind to stimulate her clit each time I slammed home into her lushly nubile body.

  She got breathy fast, racing for her second orgasm as she looked into my eyes.

  “Yes, this is what I wanted, this is what I needed, Love. Always, fucking me, always needy for you, never stop taking me, Damien,” all as she rocked her body potently, swiveling her hips and thrusting upward into me to meet each of my downward strokes. Her feet dug harder into my ass each time, using the leverage to thrust up harder, to grind me harder, all to make it better for me. It was mind-addling and overwhelming as she worked so hard for my pleasure.

  Our bodies bumping and grinding sending a lusciously powerful spike of pleasure through our bodies, only further exacerbated by her tightening around me as hard as she could, to milk me each time I pulled out to the tip. Then the luxurious pleasure of sliding into her silken depths once more sent a smaller wave of pleasure racing through my body and scrambling my senses.

  The closer she got to the edge of the abyss the harder she squeezed me, the more desperate her thrusts, the harder her heels dug into my ass, and the more needy and loving her eyes as they slowly glazed over in euphoric pleasure.

  I knew what that meant, she was desperate for me to cum with her, she wanted to feel me fill her, as she came so hard around me. That knowledge was more than enough to make it happen, especially since I’d been so worked up and near the edge before I even put it in, from the foreplay.

  I sped up just a bit, and I increased the strength of my strokes as I pounded her body, my grind reduced to a slight upward pressure as there was no time for anything else. I couldn’t last long at that pace, but I also didn’t have to. She was so close, and I was on the ragged edge myself.

  Her eyes widened, and she gasped out, “Damien, cum with me, fill me up!” and then her whole body jolted and then bucked powerfully as her sex came undone wildly around me. Her keening cries overwhelming, as was the myriad pleasures of her trembling body and violently quivering, milking, and hot sex. But hell, the look of ecstasy and need in her eyes for me to cum alone would’ve been enough to push me over.

  A storm of pleasure broke through my body, howled through my mind, and deluged my senses. All that existed in that moment of endless pleasure was the loving adoration in her eyes, the deep vulnerability we shared in that joint gaze of pleasure, and her cock churning and gripping pussy, as she milked out pulse after pulse of my seed. It’d been a huge one, which wasn’t rare in my life given my mate and lovers, but it was rare when it was that earthshattering for both of us at once, and all we could do was hold on as I lost myself in those gorgeous hazel eyes, and we rode out the endless storm of ecstasy as one.

  We both gasped in a sharp breath, as the pleasure receded and released our bodies from mind-addling ecstasy.

  “Love you, gorgeous.”

  She smiled tremulously, still gulping breaths as our racing hearts slowly recovered, “You, too.”

  I teased, “I’m gorgeous?”

  She giggled breathlessly, “I love you, too.”

  I grinned, “You are… no words.”

  She bit her lip, “You don’t suck either, Love.”

  “High praise from my cheeky witch.”

  We kissed then, sweetly, languidly, in the after pleasure and shocking overwhelming feelings that made me feel like I might explode with them. No doubt she felt the same, I could feel it in her kiss, saw it in her eyes. The ridiculous banter that passed between us merely a touchstone, because anything sweet and loving I said would sound so trite after what we’d just shared.

  Neither of us wanted to, but we got up, cleaned up a little, and got dressed to rejoin the others. I had a lovely and athletic dark-haired beauty to get to know, with some of the loveliest vivid blue eyes I’d ever seen, and to get my flirt on with.

  I still couldn’t quite grasp what happened to make Talia go off the rails, but Grace had cheered me up, and I needed to get my head back in the game. The mission was too important for me to sink into regret and confusion over Talia.

  Chapter Five

  The suite’s entertainment interface wasn’t difficult to connect to, and as I headed back into the other room I put on some light Jazz. Evangelina, Fiona, and Christy were sitting on the couch chatting and giggling about something, but they cut off at our entrance and the jazz suddenly playing.

  I winked at Fiona and brushed her neck as I passed, then stopped and looked down into Evangelina’s blue eyes for just a couple of seconds. Her smile was warm and curious as the eye contact ended when I moved my hand out to her.

  “May I have this dance?”

  She giggled in startlement, “You’re serious, Damien? That was weird, saying your name, I’ll get used to it.”

  Christy said, “I think he is, and you should say yes, I taught him everything he knows.”

  I laughed, and spared a wink her way. She had been one of my many dance partners under the tutelage of the priestess that raised me, but I wasn’t going to dispute her claim.

  Evangelina hesitantly raised her hand, her eyes searching me for crazy maybe, which was good enough as far as consent. It was just a dance after all, and women loved to dance. She laughed again as I took her hand firmly and pulled her to her feet, and then led her into the open part of the living area. She looked like she wasn’t sure I was completely sane, but she put her hand on my shoulder as I took her left with my right, and my left went firmly onto her deliciously thin waist.

  She smiled a little wider as I started to move her around the area, a little stiff at first under my guidance, but shortly showing me that she had some chops of her own on the dance floor. It wasn’t long at all before I was guiding her effortlessly, her body’s movements taking its cues from mine.

  “You have lovely eyes Eva, and you’re an amazing dancer.”

  She giggled, “You’re not so bad yourself, and I’ve never seen purple eyes so intense before. What do I owe the pleasure to?”

  I grinned confidently, “Call it a sign on bonus. So, what are your ambitions, Eva. I’m curious.”

  My eyes dipped momentarily to enjoy the view, as my hand snaked around her waist to the small of her back, pulling her into a far more intimate dance as our bodies started to brush together with each step, spin, and slow turn. She didn’t appear to mind at all, I mean that brief glance at her warm golden brown cleavage which was rising and falling, heaving even, at the quick steps of the dance. On the contrary, her eyes sparkled up at me.

  She looked a little breathless and overwhelmed for a second, the way we moved together, and then cleared her throat.

  “I enjoy the current job, and I’m good at it, but I’ve only got three more years before I’ve earned a full ride at Patience University. I’m twenty-three now, by the time I’m thirty I plan to let a man catch me, start a family, and have a social program to lead of my own as a priestess.”

  First, her voice was cute and warm on the higher pitched side but still pleasant to the ears, alluringly so, which slightly clashed with her exotic beauty and athletic frame at five foot five, but it was a good dissonance. I hadn’t been sure until then it was her true speaking voice, or just an inflection she’d added in her shorter statements earlier, but I was sure now.

  Her voice had also been confident, easy going. There was no doubt Evangelina had a plan for her future, and that she had no doubts that she was capable of achieving it. That she would achieve it. Which was really sexy, to me at least.

  It was also apparent by then our flirting would be mostly body language. Not the somewhat playfully crude flirting I’d had with Talia, but one of looks and stance, invitations in the eyes, she was already doing it. I’d swear she wanted me, wanted to tear my clothes off, but I knew she was just acting the part as we danced. That’s what I kept telling my dick, anyway.

  Sure, innuendo might slip in on occasion, but that kind of thing couldn’t be done in public, so it made sense to concentrate on a less crude expression of our chemical attraction from the start, which we seemed to have at least a small amount of in truth. Shallow physical attraction. It was hard to say how deep it was in truth, yet. The mission and our positions were still a factor, and we were just getting started getting to know each other.

  “Any particular major?”

  She nodded, “Psychology, and a minor in business. You?”

  I smiled, “My ambition is to support and protect Fiona, as well as get back in the game you’re in now. Eventually, to take a management position in the organization, but there are very few agents capable of what I am. Hunting and killing demons with a reasonable expectation of survival.”

  I put her left hand on my other shoulder, then ran my hands down her arm and side, and around her back. We were pressed together rather intimately at that point, far more intimately than a moment before when our bodies had just been teasingly rubbing at some points, and I continued to move her around her dance floor. The warmth in her eyes was delicious, and at that close range I could stare into her eyes and down her dress at the same time. It was impossible to avoid, in fact, just by peripheral vision.

  “Family?”

  She bit her lip, “Two siblings, brother and sister, and my parents, two sets of grandparents, and a whole fleet of aunts, uncles, and cousins.”

  That was good to know, but not what I’d been alluding to.

  I grinned, “Future family?”

  She chuckled, “At least three, more if I can talk my future husband into it. I want a large family. Speaking of large and unashamed,” she said that last in amusement, as my cock grinded into her stomach through our clothes.

  I grinned, and then moved my hands to her hips, spun her away and grabbed her hand to pull her back in as we turned. She twirled back in wrapping her own arm then mine around her, until her ass was firmly pushed up against that same hardness. It was really soft and inviting too, maybe pear shaped, it was hard to say in the conservative cut of the dress’s skirts. I was also sure from my perusal that she had delightfully elongated torpedo tits.

  She had a flush on her face and her eyes were dancing as I worked her back around and started to add in dips, swings, and a few more intermediate moves. She was still putty in my hands, going exactly where I directed with lightly firm touches and body movement.

  She said, “You have a lot of stamina, Damien,” in a cutely sweet voice that almost made that slight innuendo both alluring and disturbing at the same time.

  I replied, “You’re a wonderful dancer, and quite stunning. I admire your drive too, the man you let catch you will be a fortunate one.”

  She winked.

  We danced like that for a few more songs, both of us working up a sheen of sweat but neither of us wanted to stop. Of course, all good things end, and I guided her by the small of her back to the loveseat caddy corner to the couch, and then sat down. She sat with me, and she didn’t even blink as I kept my arm around her. Mission accomplished.

  Fiona asked curiously, “What was that about? Not that I mind, but it’s not like you.”

  “I can’t just want to dance with a lovely woman?”

  Evangelina tilted her head, then giggled, “Oh, you clever man,” as she leaned against me. She turned to the others, “Dancing is one of the only activities where it’s not an invasion of personal space for a stranger to touch you. It was a wonderful way to break the ice, and to make us both comfortable with physical contact. Because of the dancing and his firm lead we’re also attuned to one another enough through body language that it will look natural when he does touch me in public, like genuinely pulling me into his orbit. I didn’t even realize he was conditioning me.”

  I grinned, “Sorry, if I’d told you what I was doing, it would’ve made even dancing awkward. Plus, it was a lot of fun, and a good excuse to maintain eye contact. We should do it again every day until we arrive, to reinforce it, and because dancing is an excellent way to get our flirt on.”

  She said warmly, “I’ll enjoy that.”

  Fiona smiled, “Good, both of you. You do look natural right now, neither one tensed at the contact.”

  Evangelina shrugged, “Once a man grinds your stomach and ass with his cock, a hand on my side is nothing.”

  I laughed.

  She shrugged, “I can admit I’m enjoying the attention too. You’re a very handsome and well-built man, Damien. If nothing else, it makes the professional effort a lot easier.”

  “So, what were you ladies giggling about when Grace and I came out?”

  They all giggled, then didn’t tell me, except Christy whispered something directly into Grace’s ear that had her giggling naughtily which set all of them off again, including Evangelina giggling into my shoulder. I actually didn’t mind at all, finding out what it was hadn’t been my aim. I wasn’t one that needed to know everything, and women had their secrets. Not all of them naughty either. It was another effort toward the mission, bonding Evangelina to them through a common cause, teasing me.

  It was just a start of course, not a magic bullet, but all relationships were a million tiny things and emotional bonds, that’s how it worked. Every little bit of effort would help bind us over the next week.

  I also realized when I looked into warm green eyes, that surprise sex was going to be a lot harder to pull off during this mission. It wasn’t as if I could take her without warning with Evangelina in the room. Although, I suspected my exhibitionist might just get off on being used in front of the agent who wasn’t truly one of us outside of on paper.

  I’d have to conspire with Grace and Christy to draw off Evangelina at times, so I could pull it off. Of course, that would only work once, then Fiona would expect it every time the agent left the room with one of the others. I’d figure it out, somehow.

  The next five days passed quickly in the normal way save Evangelina’s presence, so I’ll mostly focus on those differences. Wakeup blow job, workout, sparring, shower, breakfast, first class, lunch, second class, and then a relaxing afternoon before dinner and evening. The classes we attended virtually, obviously, which counted toward attendance.

  The only other thing worth mentioning was the ship was delayed twice by subspace storms, so we’d arrive after fifteen days, not fourteen. Assuming there weren’t more delays over the next ten days, that is.

  Evangelina and I did dance, every afternoon, and save that first time Fiona, Grace, and Christy got involved too. It was like our harem, Fiona, and I were running a personal dance club. It was a lot of fun actually, wooing a woman always was, and the promise of chemical attraction flowered through that as well as long conversations. I mean, she was a seductive minx, and over time as we gained familiarity and confidence with each other, that attraction grew to its potential. Our banter subtle and teasing at best, but our body language was scorching when we were together, according to the others and my own judgement.

  She thought I was intense, but really, I was just paying attention and asking questions insightful to what I’d heard and seen, the quickest way to a woman’s heart. Most guys didn’t bother, and I was truly interested, she was a confident and imposing woman who knew exactly what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to seize it. Her athletic body beyond sexy, and her face exotically beautiful. I’d told her that first day the man she let catch her would be a lucky one, I hadn’t discovered anything about her that week that changed that assessment.

  Of course, it was a temporary arrangement, but we’d have no trouble pulling it off I didn’t think. She’d also over those five days become comfortable with Fiona, Grace, and Christy, if not in quite the same way. That wasn’t to say there was no attraction there, but it wasn’t as intense as what she and I shared.

  There were other changes, she joined us in our workouts and even martial arts sparring. She was distracting as hell in the white leotard she wore every day, with nothing else except a pair of stretch shorts that barely covered to her upper thighs. She was also quite accomplished at martial arts, though not to my level or even Fiona’s, but with a couple of months of training under me I thought she could get there. We didn’t have that much time though, so I’d do what I could for her.