The difference between a blackbelt and a true master, really.

  At the moment, we were all in the living room, we’d just finished up dinner and our day was winding down. Both Christy and Evangelina were curled up comfortably on my side, stroking my legs while I played with their shoulders and necks. Fiona and Grace were curled up together on the love seat, and we had some instrumental music playing. I think Tchaikovsky.

  I kind of wondered how Evangelina was handling it. I mean, I could take out our unrequited lust and nascent affection out on my wife, Grace, and Christy. I didn’t imagine they were her or anything, but that wasn’t necessary to dump the day’s lust in one of them. I kind of suspected she must be wearing out some toys, because our sexual tension was always at a fever pitch by the end of the night, and it was growing stronger each and every day. The idea of her Jilling off to me just made it that much more intense on my side, though of course I couldn’t know that for sure.

  Fiona didn’t look happy, despite leaning back into Grace’s luscious body and being stroked.

  “Bad news, but I suppose it could be worse. There’s somewhat of a scandal going on in the news, Damien. I figured better you hear it from me before it spreads to other worlds and catches up with us. First, dad says Talia’s assessment did not go well. They diagnosed her with paranoid delusions and believe she’s had a psychotic break.

  “The worst part is her sessions have been leaked, where she describes your flirting banter in detail, and says that you messed with her mind and ruined her career. Her ranting is quite… unflattering and accuses you of doing evil things to her.”

  Fuck, I’d never considered that aspect of Talia’s breakdown, that she wouldn’t stay faithful to her oaths, but then she was losing her mind.

  Fiona continued, “Many in the press are suggesting you used magic on her, like you did in the past. That has also come out, part of Talia’s rantings were that you bragged about your ability to turn women into mindless puppets that follow your every whim. A little research dug up the past, and several commentators have suggested you might have done that on purpose as well.”

  Damn, what the hell?

  Fiona shrugged, “The only good news is Talia deleted all records of her conversations with you as soon as you parted, according to her implant’s logs. Including after your breakfast, the last time you saw her before we met up again two hours later in the meeting. So there’s absolutely no proof, and she is crazy.”

  Evangelina said, “That’s ridiculous, I hardly know him, and I know he isn’t capable of that.”

  Fiona nodded, “I agree, Eva. He doesn’t have it in him, even if he did use his mind magic on her it wouldn’t have caused a psychotic break. Regardless, we’ll have to weather the scandal, at least until we get back to Patience and can address it.”

  I was seething mad, but also horrified that it’d all come out like that. My past and Talia and I flirting inappropriately in a way that made it look like I was seducing her and wanting to cheat on my wife. I was horrified for me, but it was worse for Fiona who would have to deal with the accusations of being married to a rake and abuser of women. That part made me furious.

  Fiona shrugged, “We’ll figure it out, mate. The mental ward is also under investigation for breach of confidentiality. Talia is in lockdown for her own safety, so obviously not the leak. We’ll figure out who leaked her confidential medical data and deal with them. They probably thought they were doing the right thing, but obviously not. They’ll lose their license to practice, at the very least.”

  “I’m sorry, baby.”

  Fiona waved that away, “Not your fault. I encouraged you, and I thought your flirty friendship was hot. I’m a nymph, we’ve endured scandals before. Plus, none of us could’ve expected a loyal top agent to turn on us like this, never mind a government mental facility. If the leaker thought a law was broken, they should’ve contacted the authorities to investigate it, not the media.”

  Evangelina shook her head, “They probably got paid for it. I wouldn’t ascribe holy motives of concern to them, they’d have done what you just suggested if that was true. They saw a hot scandal in the making and cashed in on it, and they should be prosecuted to the fullest extent for it.”

  Fiona nodded thoughtfully, “Probably. You okay, Damien?”

  I really wasn’t as I nodded anyway, but no one in the room bought it. As logical and true as Fiona’s words were, I still felt responsible for what’d happened.

  Christy grabbed my hand and stood up, and then led me toward the bedroom. I followed seeing red, and a little bemused at the same time. I guess it was her turn to cheer me up, but I wasn’t so much down as I was furious. I wanted to strangle the bitch, watch the light go out in Talia’s eyes, and that made me feel even more guilty. She was sick, and it wasn’t her fault I’d been a fuckup at eighteen or that I’d chosen to make her my friend despite her obvious mistrust, because of the chemistry between us.

  Regardless, as soon as the door was closed, I moved like lightning, grabbed her arm and put it behind her back, as I spun her around and slammed her into the door. Pressing up against her. She might want to cheer me up, but I needed to fuck to get this anger out of me. Being passive and letting her rock my world just wasn’t going to happen.

  She struggled and wiggled against me, trying to get free. She was stronger, but I had the leverage, and even the strongest person was weak with their arm behind their back.

  She sounded amused, “Good luck keeping me like this while getting our clothes off.”

  I nipped her shoulder, then kissed her neck, as I totally cheated and focused on the reality I wished for.

  She gasped as she felt my naked body against her naked body, then accused, “Damn cheater.”

  I laughed, and it sounded a little unhinged as I gripped her sexy red hair and pulled her hair back and down, while lifting her arm higher on her back. Arching her body and controlling her, as I turned and bent her over the dresser.

  Her ass was up so high for me, with her back arched so sexily, and her wild gasps at me dominating her turned me on beyond belief. I was about to rage fuck her, and she knew it, and her pussy was soaked for me.

  She wriggled mightily to escape so she could dominate our sex as she did most of the time, but that didn’t stop me from lining up and driving into her dripping sex. Of course she was ready for me, we’d been cuddling and stroking on the couch for a while, and it always drove her crazy when I outmaneuvered her and earned the pleasure of her ass, mouth, or tits.

  She was my redheaded sexpot, gorgeous and sexy gray eyes, her beloved mischievous and sharp face beauty which softened with her dimples was so beautiful to me. I knew her face better than I knew my own, our history long and now both loving and wild. Her five foot one body made her a lushly curvaceous woman with generous rounded C cups and a large rounded ass, by proportion.

  Her sex was heaven as it convulsed hard around me, and I started to drive into her mercilessly, knowing she loved being dominated even as she hated it. Even as she fought so hard to gain back control. It was like riding a bronco, with the thrill of dangerous conquest, just with a whole lot more pleasure.

  “You love this, don’t you, my kinky slut priestess. I’m going to fuck you hard, make you cum on my cock, and then take my pleasure in your body. Your sweet mouth is mine, whenever we find an hour to kill.”

  I loved her long sensual and teasing blow jobs, and I’d had her ass last. I wasn’t going to waste one by demanding her mouth when we didn’t have the time to enjoy it. It also blew my mind because she truly made love to my cock, worshipped it, like a degenerate cum obsessed slut. I loved her and respected her, deeply admired her, but the truth was the truth. She was a kinky slut in the bedroom, just like my Fiona, if in wildly different ways.

  She gasped as I pounded my way home, on the fifth or sixth harsh drive.

  She said breathily, “I really do, but I’m never going to make it easy for you.”

  She squeezed around me tightly, gripping my cock in her hot cunt, and ground against me, milking me hard with her silken embrace. The rush of pleasure and euphoric tingles rocked through my body, so hot and tight for me, so damned sexy.

  “I wouldn’t have it any other way, kitten,” I growled, the anger clear in my voice.

  She knew that anger wasn’t for her, and it obviously turned her on as she convulsed around me wildly.

  Then I was fucking her, no other word for what passed between us. One hand pulling back sharply on her hair, the other one pushing her hand into the small of her back to control her, as I ravished her pussy with my punishing cock. Getting out all the confusion, rage, pity, and worry the news had brought me, pouring it all into a lustful rage and the waves of euphoric pleasure of wrecking her hot little pussy.

  She still fought, and it just turned me on as she squirmed, bucked, gasped, panted, and squeezed so deliciously around me. Even as she fought to escape my domination she was working so devotedly and wickedly for my pleasure, and we were both loving every minute of it. Only her fear of losing herself to her sex drive had her fighting me at all, and never submitting unless I’d earned her other pleasure zones first.

  The proof in that was she always came hardest and most often when I managed to ravish her and control her.

  Fuck, I wished I could spank her sweet ass, but I didn’t dare let her arm or hair go, as I pounded with all my might deep into the depths of her heavenly sex.

  She screamed, “Damien!” and then keened in sharp fast gasps as her body came undone wildly around my pounding cock. Gripping me, milking me, sucking me in as her silken paradise worked so assiduously for my seed. The pleasure of her coming apart around me was heady, and I kept pounding her with everything I had to extend her pleasure and enjoy the pleasures of her now sloppily bucking and writhing body.

  “Such a kinky slut for me, cum for me again, now!”

  I pounded her into blissful oblivion, angrily drawing out two more orgasms even more potent than the first, before finally surrendering to the pleasures of her body.

  “My sexy slut,” I roared, then started unloading into her. All my seed, all my pleasure, along with the anger, hurt, and dark lust. It all flowed out of me leaving behind a blissful euphoric pleasure rocking through my body as I was overwhelmed by ecstasy.

  When we came down, she turned into my sweet submissive kitten. Gently and teasingly grinding back against me, as she sighed in decadent enjoyment and collapsed along the dresser’s top.

  “That was amazing, Damien. I think you need to anger fuck me more. No cheating though, I’ve half a mind to refuse your earned blowjob, but I want to give you one too badly and we never made it an official rule. So new rule, no magical assistance.”

  I laughed, and gently caressed her ass, “Yes ma’am.”

  She giggled, “Good boy.”

  I twitched in her, then picked her up and carried her to the bed for our after sex snugglefest.

  “I feel better, a little anyway. I never even saw that coming.”

  She shushed me with a warm kiss, and then snuggled into my side.

  Chapter Six

  The next day Fiona had more news that evening after dinner. We were in the living room again, that night Fiona and Grace were snuggled into me, while Christy and Evangelina had their own flirting and touching going on the loveseat.

  Fiona said, “My father forwarded some intel on the diplomatic envoys being sent from the alliance and confederacy.”

  She ported it to all of us, then continued.

  “The Markham alliance sent a four-star admiral from their joint space fleet. Apparently, the different rulers in the alliance couldn’t agree on sending one of their councilors from the alliance senate, or one of their world rulers. Maybe they don’t trust one of the member worlds wouldn’t take the information and run with it alone. I don’t know, but they sent their highest admiral who has no loyalty to any particular world, only in defending the whole alliance.”

  Evangelina said, “It makes some sense. The admiral will be able to correctly assess the new technologies, and he’s probably the one that will implement the upgrades to the fleet.”

  Fiona waved, “Excellent point, maybe I’m just seeing what I want to see, one of our enemies with strained internal alliances. Whatever the reason, they sent Admiral Cora Green. She’s said to be an excellent tactician and at least decent at playing politics. No one in the military gains four stars without being that, I’d assume.

  “Advising her will be an actual ambassador, Frank Soars. They’re assistant is Kathryn Vettor, who appears to just be an administrative assistant, but is likely to be a spy.”

  I looked over the jackets for each, which contained pictures. The admiral was still in excellent shape despite being in her sixties, with a lithe body. She had crow’s feet around her dark brown eyes, and she also had dark brown hair that barely tickled her shoulders.

  Frank Soars was mature as well, in his fifties at least. His hair had grayed, and he had steely dark gray eyes, with a medium build. He was also noted as being responsible for bringing the last two worlds in that had joined the Alliance.

  Kathryn was sexy redhead dressed like a hot librarian as far as I could tell. Dark red hair, liquid brown eyes, and a lissome body. She was in her mid-twenties, and if she was just an administrative assistant, I’d eat my boots.

  Fiona gave us time to read over their biographical information and work records before continuing the conversation.

  Fiona said, “From what our intel suggests, I suspect Admiral Green will take a talk softly and carry a big stick approach. At least, to start with. Given she took along the best ambassador they have, only points to that being true. I suspect Kathryn is their plan B like Eva is ours, but it is possible they have a separate team going in undercover for intelligence operations. Lastly, my assessment is she won’t take the stick off the table, if necessary, she’ll move in with main force, once all other options have been explored.”

  Grace nodded, “The sexy dowdy look will make most dismiss her as the admiral’s or ambassador’s play toy. Unless I’m misjudging?”

  Evangelina shook her head, “No woman that beautiful and young will dress like that. More conservatively and severely than a nun, and not be a wild woman behind closed doors. She looks like she represses any kind of sensuality at all in public. Women that repressed either let it out behind closed doors or they explode.”

  I snickered, “I agree with those assessments. I also don’t think they’ll try and sabotage us, at least not directly.”

  Fiona said, “Moving on, unless someone has more?”

  When no one interjected, she continued.

  “The confederacy is sending one of their councilors, a grand council councilor. Traven James will have as much juice as I do, as far as treating the queen as an equal. He’s brought along an ambassador as well to advise him, attaché Robert Downing who is a known spy. At least, to the Fellowship he is, though we don’t believe the confederacy is aware we’re aware. Both men are middle aged, right around forty.

  “Lastly is another young lady. Carmen Fiera is councilor James personal assistant, and as you can see, she’s quite lovely. Maybe I’m underestimating her, but I think she’s going along to truly take notes and as the councilor’s mistress. It’s likely Robert that is their plan B, espionage.”

  Traven James was as she said in his forties, with medium brown hair and eyes, as well as a wiry body. He wasn’t much to look at, but his expensive suit and billions of credits no doubt made him quite attractive to Carmen.

  Robert Downing had black hair, brown eyes, and a medium build. As Fiona indicated as well, he was in his forties and a known spy. He was a bit on the handsome side, but some spy missions found sticking out useful.

  Carmen Fiera was simply put, a petite blonde haired and blue-eyed bombshell with huge tits that dripped with sensuality and seduction even in a picture. Her body was otherwise lithe, save those bodacious double Ds, and she was only about five foot three making those breasts even larger by proportion. Her face was adorably angelic. Her qualifications were clearly minimal, with a two-year degree, and she’d been hired on the spot at twenty just three years ago.

  There was no doubt she was his mistress, they’d been caught several times in their salaciously inclined media shows, and for some reason Traven’s wife still stood by his side. Probably the money and lifestyle.

  As for Carmen, our experts believed it was for the thrill of being a powerful man’s mistress, and to be showered with money and expensive gifts. No doubt she’d be rich and able to retire before she loses her appeal that way.

  I said, “No idea how they’re going to play it, except they’ll use blackmail if they can find anything on Queen Allison worthy of it. I suspect they may even try to bribe her, grease her palm under the table so she’ll be inclined to sell to them. Downing will also play dirty, and he isn’t above drugging the competition to question and even rape them, so Eva goes nowhere near him without one of us there to protect her.”

  Evangelina smiled at me, “My hero,” and winked saucily as she teased Christy’s neck with her fingernails. God help me, I wanted her so badly at that point, after the last eight days dancing and flirting together. I wouldn’t cheat on my wife, but the temptation was so much more potent when we were playing house together and around each other all the time. Acting as lovers, just without the benefits, wasn’t nearly the same as blowing off a hot woman on the street or flirting with me in a bar for instance. The next three weeks and more wouldn’t be easy.

  It wasn’t just her being hot or flirty either, she was my type. A lady and confident outside the bedroom, with a wicked and warm sense of humor. I also wasn’t the only one having problems with it, I’d caught Fiona’s lustful emotions when engaging with the midnight-haired beauty as well.