She replied, “In part, yes,” she smiled, “That you already intuited that much will make this easier for me. Integrating with humanity wasn’t easy, but it had become necessary and as a result nymphs have learned ways to deal with their needs in a way that can be accepted by the men they bond with.

  “You know my father has a small harem, yes?”

  I nodded, “That’s pretty common knowledge.”

  She smiled, “They are his on paper, and in truth he does enjoy what charms they have to offer, but also in truth they are really there for my mother. To a nymph’s instincts the idea of monogamy is unreasonable and ridiculous. Yet, to live in this human world we had to adapt. My mother is faithful to my father, to one male, but she also enjoys her female lovers. It was the compromise, most men don’t object to sharing their woman with other women, especially if they get to play too.”

  I laughed, “I can see that.”

  She snickered, her eyes declaring me and all men perverts, but at the same time taking joy in that fact. She started to eat, and I followed suit. I suspected she’d planned this… naughty briefing in broken down bite sized chunks, just in case I needed a few minutes to wrap my mind around one part before delivering the next.

  “This is delicious, your mother taught you?”

  She nodded, “Food, sex, life itself, are all deeply connected to the powers of earth. Fertility as well for that matter, which is why nymphs require no protection by the way. We can only get pregnant if we decide to get pregnant, so pleasure may be taken for pleasure’s sake without consequence. It’s how we’re built, and half fairy or not, I feel that in the depths of my being.”

  “So, that was a yes?” I asked playfully.

  She giggled, “Wise ass. Yes, that was a yes, Damien. She taught me how to cook, and she taught me everything I know about magic. I’m stronger than the cardinals believe, as I’m sure you picked up my detect poison spell, magic I’m not known to be able to cast with a simple hum. It’s all connected, our desire to create in the kitchen and in the garden, to use our magic on the world around us, are all as powerful as our needs in the bedroom.”

  I nodded, “That is news to me, and good to know. You’re quite a lady, Fiona.”

  She blushed, and I got the impression she wasn’t used to compliments, honestly and sincerely delivered ones at least. Probably all that formality and her rank getting in the way of such forwardness from others, I’d guess, because she truly was exquisite.

  “You mentioned a bond?”

  She nodded, “The magic, bonding to a single man maintains the heat between us, so the lust doesn’t fade and come back, in lulls like is natural in human relationships. It ensures the same for him. You see, we can’t not have the pleasure of a man, so even a small neglect that way would lead to cheating in our mate’s eyes. It is also something that must be accepted by both parties, not a mesmerizing or mind control thing. It also makes the nymph truly faithful. We truly don’t want another man anymore, just the shared harem and our bonded. Lastly, it’s said to make sexual congress even more intense between the bonded couple, a sharing of sensation,” she paused for a second, almost nervously, and then said, “They say the bond is even more intense, if made to another supernatural with compatible magic.”

  “As long as he keeps up his end,” I said dryly, in an attempt to disarm the sudden tension in the room, and not a sexual tension, the awkward kind.

  She giggled, “Yes. I’m quite enjoying your understated sense of humor, and ease in my presence, Damien.”

  “Me too, Fi.”

  Just being in the same room alone with her was exhilarating, and not just because of the racy topics of conversation we’d been dancing around. For the moment, I was ignoring the elephant in the room. She couldn’t possibly be suggesting bonding to me, could she? It would never work, she was the next prelate, and I was… well I was a scrapper and independent agent.

  She looked warmly into my eyes, as she sucked the juices off of her fingers from the hen. Oh, yeah, definitely seducing me hard.

  “So, the vacation?”

  She nodded slowly, “As you suggested, it is to learn what I like, don’t like, my sexual preferences. I’m pretty much committed to trying everything, at least once. From dominating to being dominated. From dirty to sweet, from submissive to aggressive, and everything in between. It will also likely take me a full month to gain control of it, which is why I can’t do it here, or I’d be propositioning strangers in the hallway of the temple.”

  I tilted my head, “You don’t have any clue what you like?” my voice a little tinged with confused disbelief.

  She shrugged, “I’m a virgin, Damien. By necessity. If I’d experimented before gaining enough mastery over my magic, I could’ve turned into a monster. Not to mention being of age, I just turned eighteen yesterday.”

  Oh. Damn. My cock was giving me stupid ideas, but in truth I wasn’t quite so sure it wasn’t right on about what she was implying, about what her eyes were asking of me.

  “So, the last station. Whether we go there at all is entirely up to me,” I said quite suggestively.

  She blushed furiously, “Yes, Damien. We’ve met before you know, in passing, when I was thirteen my father took me with him on a trip to Dione. You were twenty at the time, and just passing through the room with Cardinal Killian. I don’t even think you realized you were passing so closely to the prelate and his daughter, you didn’t even look at us.

  “But I felt your magic then, and I admit I’ve been following your career since. The problems you’ve had with your passive magic, and in finding a woman who could be your match and not a brain dead stalker. The missions, and your magic. The fact that when you had fourteen female acolytes accidentally under your spell and willing to do anything for your pleasure, you asked them to teach you how to give them pleasure.

  “I decided then that I wanted it to be you, Damien. That you were the one that would one day claim my body, my innocence, and guide me through my sexual awakening as a nymph. So I guess in a way I’m just another stalker, but it has nothing to do with your magic’s effect on me, and of course I’m offering you a choice. I can become your plaything for the next thirty days, or you can just be my guard, and you can take me to the final station to learn all those things about me. I won’t, can’t, force you. This will be so embarrassing if you don’t take my virginity tonight, but I don’t want you to if you don’t want me.”

  Holy shit, my heart was absolutely pounding, my cock was a steel rod, and the sexual tension had grown to insane levels. No wonder her mother had told me to be kind. Kind in my refusal, or kind in my guidance and to treat her right while we figured out her preferences, and if she had an kinks or fetishes. She had said try everything once, and I was fairly sure she wasn’t overstating.

  “You mentioned the bond for a reason?”

  She bit her lip, “Thirty days of constantly being side by side, will be long enough for an informed decision. Not just sex, but all aspects of our lives. After thirty days, if you choose to guide me through my sexual awakening, we will have a choice. We can either part as lifelong friends, or if we both can’t live without the other any longer, we can bond and make it truly permanent. There’s no telling at this point how either of us will feel by then,” she blushed furiously, “But I know what I hope for, Damien.”

  Dear gods. My dumb perverted cock was right for once. It’d never let me forget it either, smug bastard.

  “I’m… no one’s going to be happy if I marry the next prelate.”

  She bit her lip, “I’m just a virgin nymph looking for a guide and hoping for more. No more, no less. If it happens, the rest will work out. You were a ward of the church, and you are an ordained independent agent. Arranging rank for you will not stand out, and with me you will no longer need to avoid crowds. Next to us, and what happens between us, the rest is unimportant to me.”

  I blew out a breath, “The worry in your eyes tells me you have no idea just how tempting and lovely you truly are, Fiona.”

  She looked breathy and wide eyed as I got up and rounded the table, and pulled her to her feet.

  I brushed her cheek softly, as I looked into her eyes, “I’m going to be a gentleman tonight, in charge but not controlling, and I’m going to make sure your first time is gentle and as pain free as possible.”

  The wickedly depraved and painful stuff could wait. I doubted I could scar her sexual awakening with a misstep, since she was a nymph, but it made sense to me to start out vanilla and give her as much pleasure as possible. I hardly knew her, but the vulnerability of her giving herself to me for a month like this, had full roused my protective instincts. It was a shallow instinctive response, but she already felt precious to me, someone I needed to care for and guide.

  When the time came to go there, I’d also be careful and slowly ramp things up. Start with a light spanking for instance, if she didn’t like that, then chances were that she wouldn’t like any pain at all. It just… made sense to take things slow and skip what we could remove by logical progression. We had a whole month to try everything, and despite my cock wanting to race ahead to claiming all of her holes tonight, I knew that would be a mistake.

  She’d surrendered herself to me, my guidance, and her body was mine to do with as I pleased. That was incredibly heady, turned me on beyond belief, but it also put a powerful onus of responsibility on me.

  Her eyes widened, then melted, “I knew I made the right choice in you, Damien.”

  I kissed her tentatively, a light brush across her lips with mine, then looked deeply into her eyes, before once again closing them and moving in for a deeper but no less gentle kiss. She let out a sweet sigh that had me twitching against her stomach, which made her moan into my mouth and conformingly press her body against me eagerly.

  Then I scooped her up in my arms, and carried her deeper into the suite, the rest of dinner completely forgotten. I supposed her speech had been accelerated by my questions, I bet she planned to get to that end point at the end of dinner.

  “You are so beautiful, Fiona. Perfect.”

  She kissed my neck tentatively, and when I moaned softly in response, she got a little surer with her exploration. It also told me she wasn’t just a virgin, that she was also entirely new to any intimate contact, including kissing and necking.

  It was shallow as hell, but I couldn’t deny the thrill in that. My totally unspoiled nymph, and she’d be mine to despoil in all ways over the next month. If we were indeed compatible, then I’d be the only man to ever experience the touch of her lips and the deeper pleasures of her body.

  “You’re delicious,” she said dreamily in a breathy tone right in my ear, before sucking in my earlobe.

  Fuck me, my cock was so hard it hurt. It wasn’t just her beauty, or her hot body, or even the wicked offer of a lifetime, it was also our magic. I could feel hers brushing mine and it ramped up the intensity of our connection big time.

  To the point I was close to cumming in my pants, which would be damned embarrassing.

  I found the bedroom and placed her gently on her feet in front of the bed, then unzipped her dress and pealed it down her body. Once it got past her hips, it flowed to the ground in a puddle around her feet. She had on black lingerie, a panty and bra set that was delicious on her. A sharp contrast to her golden blonde hair and fair flawless skin. I kissed pulled off my own shirt, pants, and the armor as she watched with anticipation, and the slight widening of her eyes and hungry lust at the sight of my just over seven inch and thick cock was another cheap thrill.

  I pulled her close, and I didn’t stop her when she gripped my cock as I kissed her sweetly breathy and moist silken lips. She was a little tentative at first as I kissed off her lips and onto her neck, which made her let out the cutest little needy sounds and pants, as I kissed, sucked, and teased her neck and ear with my tongue.

  Her hand quickly got more commanding, as she must’ve been instinctively as a nymph reading my body language, and my respiration. My cock twitches and unbidden moans against her neck telling her what I liked, and I moaned right on the edge.

  “Baby, fuck baby.”

  She giggled gasped, as I nipped at her throat, then she went to her knees. She watched my cock closely as she slowly stroked it, awe in her eyes as she looked up into mine, “Is this okay, I’m… incredibly thrilled you’re on the edge already. Mom told me this might happen, because of our magic’s reaction to each other, and what to do if it did.”

  “In charge but not controlling, Fi. Exploring is never wrong, not with me. Not until we try out domination anyway.”

  She bit her lip, then tentatively licked the precum beading on the tip, sending a shock of pleasure down my cock and deep into my body. She hummed in pleasure at the taste, actually smacking her lips, then moved forward and swirled the sensitive tip, before my cock slid between those full ruby lips. Her eyes were looking right up into mine, and they were telling me naughty things. That she was thrilled to be there and more than thrilled she was having such a profound effect on my body.

  She sucked hard, and then started to bob on the first three inches, swirling the head with her tongue each time she rose up, all while continuing to stroke the bottom four with her right hand. It was obviously her first blowjob, her technique ridiculously basic, but at the same time her mother’s obvious instruction and her nymph instincts were giving her an edge.

  She moaned around my cock and sucked harder, jacked me faster, and her eyes begged me for my pleasure. It was just as well, this way I could last longer when I finally did take her cherry.

  Just that fast I was grunting, I’d been on the edge with my clothes on, so it hadn’t taken much to finish my rise to ecstasy.

  “I’m cumming for you, baby,” I warned.

  Her eyes widened in shock, as the first pulse slammed into the back of her throat. She got a little sloppy for a moment, jerking back, but then moaned in approval and started to suck, swallow, and continued jacking my base to make it better for me. All with a look of deep concentration on her face, as if she’d been told what to do to maximize a man’s orgasm during fellatio, but her body had never done it before.

  “So good, Fi,” I said in warm adoration as I started to come down.

  She continued to suckle me, and slowly jack me, until she was sure she’d gotten it all.

  I pulled her up into a kiss, which she seemed pleasantly surprised by, and she melted her body against me aggressively.

  She said softly, while caressing the back of my neck with her nails, “You were delicious. I want to do that again, soon.”

  I chuckled in a low tone, “I’d like that too.”

  She smirked as I picked her up and placed her into the bed, then crawled on top of her and kissed her, holding up my weight with my hands so our bodies were barely brushing.

  We kissed for quite a long time. It’d occurred to me I wasn’t just to guide her in all manner of sexual congress as she put it, but also all manner of foreplay, including kissing. I kissed her teasingly, passionately, languidly and softly, demandingly, with tongue and without, and as far as I could tell she loved it all equally.

  Then I devoured her body. Kissing my way down, teasing her breasts around her bra, and finally unsnapping it to free her lovely globes of flesh. Rounded, so fair and blemish free, with delicious delicately light pink and large nipples. I teased them, I firmly kissed, licked, and rolled them. I also increased the pressure, rolling, squeezing, and twisting slowly over time, until I was biting hard, pulling, pinching, and twisting with authority.

  Which was also the first time she orgasmed for me. Her shocked cry of pained pleasure turned into a keening of bliss, as her back arched and her body bucked powerfully under me. Her body had been responsive and reactive to me all night, but in that moment, she writhed like a woman possessed. Her breathy pants and gasps drove me crazy, and the sense of our magic playing together became more intense.

  “Damien!” she cried out in shocked abandon.

  I was utterly mesmerized by her potent orgasm, not just the strength of it from nothing but fifteen minutes of tit play, but the length of it. Nymph, I told myself in explanation, while I looked up in amazement into her shocked awed eyes and continued to suckle her breasts gently when she started to come down.

  At that point I was really close again, so shrugged, “Suck me off again, baby.”

  She shivered, and practically tackled me. I mean, before she was already thrilled to be on her knees for me, doing that for me earlier. She’d been more than willing, sweetly explorative, and she’d felt good as she looked up at me beggingly.

  That was nothing compared to how she consumed my cock the second time, after the exquisitely long and powerful orgasm I’d put her through with tit play. I was also close but not quite on the edge, so I got to enjoy it a little longer as well.

  I mean, her eyes were ravenously bright, subsumed in lustful need for my cum, and mind blowing desire to be there on her knees for me again. What she lacked in technique she more than made up for in wild enthusiasm, as she worked me hard for my pleasure. I’d direct her in the future, teach her how to make it better, tease my balls, taint and ass with her nails and fingertips, but there was no need.

  Her eyes lost in lust and needy depravity as she bobbed, sucked, swirled, and jacked the base was more than enough to catapult me into orbit for the second time in fifteen minutes. Her wickedly delighted moans of pleasure and wanton eyes thanking me for my pleasure was more than wild enough.

  It was my first real glimpse at my budding nymphomaniac, my sweet sexy nymph, and I’d never forget that moment, as she joyously and wantonly sucked out and swallowed every drop.

  “So good for me, baby. Do you like that? Baby?”

  She moaned deeply, “I do,” she answered, as she nuzzled my sensitive head with her cheek, “It makes me feel safe, warm, and owned, the way you say it.”

  I’d experiment with more pet names later, especially with the rough and wild stuff, but I was fairly sure baby was a keeper.