The rest of the ladies got in on it then, Grace came over and kissed her lips, while Christy started to pull and pinch her nipples, and tease her breasts with suckling kisses and a hot swirling tongue. My stunning wife shimmied under us and latched her lips onto the sexy midnight haired goddess’s clit and tongued her folds, all while Fiona’s fingers went to town on her messy pussy.

  I almost came from hearing the lewd slurping and swallowing that told me my wife was eating my load out of Evangelina’s sex.

  We overwhelmed her again, made her cum non-stop, but this time Fiona knew when to back off and go gentle and slow, until I emptied myself into her tight ass and she followed me going over the edge into the abyss of ecstasy one more time.

  The rest of the night, we did nothing but use her for our pleasure, condescendingly, often beratingly, and always to her humiliated delight. She also had the egg inside of her, so we could edge her and teach her control for orgasm denial training. Anyway, the four of us paired off, and kept switching partners, keeping our dirty slut between us, so she could enhance both pairs pleasure simultaneously with her mouth and two hands.

  At the very end of the night, I rewarded her as arrogantly as possible with contempt in my voice, as I put the egg on high and made her cum while we all watched her. Fiona even stated amazement at what a nasty slut she was, cumming for us like that.

  It was a wild night.

  Then of course, I held her close, and told her how amazing she was, while Fiona snuggled into my other side, and Grace and Christy became the book ends that night.

  And the next morning, I woke up with three hot mouths and six hands down below, giving me the wildest wakeup call yet…

  Chapter Eight

  Over the next week and a day we fell into a new routine, and of course Evangelina’s and my sexual tension steadied with the fulfillment of those desires. The act was no longer an act, and we touched often, but there was a teasing promise in those touches, instead of a denied longing.

  Her kink to be used, berated, and punished for her failures as a slut was always controlled by her. All she had to do was call me lord and master, or call Fiona your grace. That meant game on. If she used our names, we were affectionate and sweet with her, spoiling her and overwhelming her. Of course, out of the bedroom I treated her as I always had, with my admiration for her drive, confidence, and fearlessness at seizing what she wanted. With genuine affection and respect.

  She’d also never had to use the family safe word again, as we’d learned the limits of pleasure her body could endure and were careful not to cross them again.

  The first morning she’d searched my eyes slowly and carefully, but after that reassurance that I didn’t judge her for her wicked appetites to be debased in the bedroom, she never doubted me again. Ironically, I probably had Fiona to thank for that easy acceptance. If not for her need to feel used and discarded on occasion, at least once a week, I’d have probably fucked it up or felt extremely conflicted about it at the least. But she’d gotten me accustomed to such needs in a woman, as had Grace. Those two didn’t like verbal humiliation like Evangelina did, but they did get off on the shame of it too. The verbal kink was a little more intense, but she awed us all in truth, even as we berated for failure and punished her with spankings that made her cum again every single time, I was truly in awe of how sexy and wicked she was.

  It was our sixteenth day of travel, and we had a few hours to go before we arrived. There’d been another day’s worth of delays because of subspace storms, but we were hopeful there’d be no more delays that way. Subspace was clear all the way to New Australia’s sun, and we were pretty close, so it was a safe bet there’d be no more delays.

  In the moment, I was sitting on the edge of the couch, Evangelina sitting on the ground between my legs, and I was giving her a shoulder, neck, and upper chest massage. I was all the way on the edge, because Grace was behind me with her legs wrapped around me, and she was giving me a massage at the same time.

  “Happy, Sweetness?”

  Evangelina moaned softly, “I feel so pampered right now, Damien. I might not want to leave in a year or two of this, you know. The last week has been the most amazing experience of my life. I had no idea how possessively warm you’d be, and I love it.”

  Grace giggled, “That’s our evil plan.”

  I said, “What she said.”

  Fiona and Christy were on the loveseat cuddled together.

  Fiona interjected, “I’ve just received an invitation to dine with Queen Allison and her prime minister. A state banquet. We can be sure the other governments will be there. They are also only plus two, so two of you will have to take a pass.”

  Grace shrugged, “You need to take your husband and intelligence operative. It will make sense to them as well from a cover angle, the newest concubines always get the most attention, and she just joined us.”

  I sighed, “I’m forced to agree with that, though I’ll miss both of you.”

  Fiona said, “Yes, that was my conclusion as well. Evangelina, I want you to act on the edge of propriety, like you just can’t keep your hands off his lordship, but don’t cross it.”

  She gave an emptyheaded giggle, “I can’t, it’s all so new, and he’s so hot. It’s so exciting getting drilled by his lordly fat cock, and I can’t get enough of sating his lordship’s pleasure. Making such a powerful man cum for me is the greatest thrill… ever.”

  I was still incredibly turned on, despite knowing it was an act, there was probably a bit of truth to it as well.

  Fiona smirked, “Exactly. That will keep you pasted at his side where you’ll be safe, and also make everyone else in the room dismiss you as a man’s newest toy.”

  She nodded, “Which will let me assess everyone in the room almost constantly, since no one should engage me directly. It’s a good plan, Fiona. Plus, it sounds really fun.”

  Fiona giggled, “We’ll be there in a few hours, then six to get to the planet. It’s early morning their time at the palace anyway. So we’ll have about four hours to shuttle down and get settled in the ambassadorial wing. Each large suite will be considered the ground of our home worlds for the duration of the visit. Regardless of that, always act as if we’re observed. No kink zone until we get back on the ship, and you can use our names in the privacy of the suite but do so respectfully. That won’t seem odd, a lowering of formality in assumed privacy for a concubine, while the reverse will stand out and make them think we know we’re observed. On top of that we won’t be sleeping together, but will act like we’re expected to using the other quarters for the concubines to sleep in.”

  I smirked, “No kink zone my ass. You’ll be in kink heaven thinking that we’re being watched by strange foreign spies and maybe the queen herself while I pound you, Fiona. Being watched by someone you don’t even know as you cum around me and take in my seed.”

  She blushed, “Yes, I suppose there is that for us exhibitionists, but you know what I mean. No roleplay, no spanking outside of sex, and even then only a moderate amount. No making us all cum for you with vibrating eggs while we dance.”

  “We do understand,” we all said in stereo, or near enough.

  Fiona grinned, “So, that gives us about nine hours to get it all out of our systems for a few days to a week. When you get to the room, husband, I’ll be a desperate, young, and hot thief looking through your private rooms for things to steal. Your lordship will certainly need to punish me soundly and then take out your lustful anger thoroughly upon my body. Who could blame you, after punishing a beautiful and young maiden, a man has needs, my lord. No matter how much the young thief begs you to stop.”

  Her lustful anticipation was thick in the bond, pulling me along into it. As if her synopsis of the roleplay alone hadn’t been enough?

  She leapt up and headed for the bedroom with an excited swish in her step, and the rest of us snickered, waited a moment, and then followed. What followed was an amazing eight hours of debauchery, with another hour to clean up and pack for an extended stay on the surface…

  The fleet stayed at the FTL line, where both an alliance and confederacy fleet also waited. The enemy groups had arrived before us. It seemed we all had the same idea for an escort, the three interstellar governments, but that was only their shown hands. For all we knew they had more fleets waiting just a light year away, or possibly hiding in subspace on the other side of the sun where our scans couldn’t reach, so I wasn’t making any assumptions.

  New Australia had four fleets in orbit, a decent defense fleet, as well as a lot of emplaced defenses on the moons and in military space stations in orbit. We were all fairly sure that they hadn’t gone to full production, but I wasn’t going to assume there either. They might have a few upgraded weapons and shields in orbit, and from what I’d heard even one ship so armed would be a threat to all three fleets by the FTL line.

  Their tri-space drive and subspace weapons and shields were a game changer, as they say. Empires and kingdoms had fallen for less. We couldn’t afford to leave without the technology in our hands.

  The five of us and two temple guards got onto the shuttle, and all four of the ladies looked resplendent in their most formal clothes. Fiona was in an elaborate dark blue dress bordering on purple but not quite getting there. Grace was also in an elaborate red dress with white accents. Christy had opted for the formal robes of a priestess, while to stay in her character Evangeline was wearing one of the more elaborate priestess dresses that flattered her body type and showed off plenty of cleavage but was otherwise conservative enough.

  Her role as my arm candy and newest, excited, and emptyheaded concubine. Formal and conservative or not, it had a devastating sex appeal to it. Her sweet and smiley acting as she hung on my side was distracting to say the least, so it was just as well she started it now so I could become accustomed to it.

  The pilot said, “We’ve been given a tight flight plan and course to the palace landing area. It shouldn’t be a problem, and we were warned not to deviate.”

  Fiona ordered, “Take us down.”

  The shuttle was sealed, and the small landing bay depressurized and opened to space. Then we flew out and headed down toward the planet, all of us watching the approach through augmented reality implants to get a look at the planet.

  It was Patience-like in size and gravitation. It didn’t have as much water as Patience did, but even a third of the planet covered by water was more than enough for a thriving eco and weather system. There was a lot of blue and green down there, as well as large desert areas, brown and rocky. The average temperature was about twenty degrees cooler, making it closer to Brione that way, which was a good thing in my opinion. Patience was too hot, especially in the summer.

  Its axial tilt was only fifteen degrees, which would lead to smaller shifts in season, and the ice caps were relatively small, compared to Brione anyway. Patience didn’t have them at all.

  The palace was a modern building, large and square, with a huge garden and inner courtyard in the center. A box, and an estimated sixty thousand square feet just in that main building. Off of that were several wings and outbuildings with more courtyards between them, and it was all surrounded by a fence and defense grid.

  We landed without incident and were met by a gaggle of servants and a single young lord. He had a slight resemblance to the queen, and the same blond hair and blue eyes. I was guessing a brother or maybe a cousin.

  He nodded respectfully toward Fiona, “Your Grace. I’m Prince Andrew, Queen Allison’s nephew. I’m here to escort you to your suite. We ask for your own safety to stay in your rooms without an escort, which will be by in about four hours to escort you all to dinner. Servants will be posted in the hallways for urgent needs, and of course the palace interface will allow you to request anything that might be lacking in your quarters.”

  Fiona nodded regally, “That is acceptable. It is nice to meet you, your highness.”

  Andrew waved at the luggage, and the servants rushed forward to collect them and moved off with a purpose.

  Andrew said, “They’ll arrive at your suite before we do. This way?”

  Yes, after being thoroughly scanned and perhaps searched, I’d bet.

  When Fiona nodded, Andrew started off at a slow walk. He did a good job at keeping up the small talk, and Fiona stayed politely engaged, but nothing of import at all was discussed or even mentioned in passing.

  The tarmac quickly gave way to a well-tended verdant and bright garden path, trees, and bushes, that led straight to the closest wing. Perhaps by design during the planning, so visitors had no real reason to explore, and they’d see the least amount of the palace possible. I suspected the throne room as well as the dining hall any banquets would be held in, not to mention the conference rooms for discussions, were all extremely close to that wing in the main building.

  It was a logical setup designed to frustrate spies and maximize security. I approved, but it wouldn’t make our plan B any easier should it come to it. Outside of the suite, the wings hallways, and a small part of the palace proper, we had no excuse to be anywhere else.

  Evangelina was holding my arm near the elbow, and she was looking around with wide-eyed innocent fascination and excitement. It was hard not to laugh, given her penetrating intelligence and casual confidence in reality. She really was good, and the tension between us was natural to anyone with eyes.

  Fiona was on my other side as we walked, close but not too close, and Grace and Christy were walking behind us with a calm respectful decorum. It wasn’t all that different than how they acted at college, so it was all natural enough, and not even a lie in most ways.

  The halls of the ambassadorial wing were well appointed in a tasteful way, not all that different than the guest areas of the main temple back home. Bordering on extravagant, without being tacky.

  When we entered the suite, Andrew bowed, “I look forward to seeing you again at dinner, your grace.”

  When Fiona acknowledged with another empty statement, the man walked off, and we closed the doors.

  Fiona said, “Speak freely in here.”

  That started an absolute waterfall of nonsense coming out of Evangelina’s mouth about how pretty everything was, and that the people here seemed kind. It was cute, fit the cover, and we all acted like it wasn’t a surprise to hear, playing for our audience. There was no way we were unobserved.

  It was a nice suite, I’ll give them that. A small dining room that sat twenty, no doubt for when we ordered meals prepared on the nights there was no banquet, because there was no kitchen. The living room was large enough to accompany a full embassy’s worth of assistants, and there were two bathrooms. One large one in the main suite with his and hers sides, as well as one attached to the main bedroom that had a large shower to accommodate multiple people, as well as a large air-jet hot tub that could fit four.

  It was as impressive as the duchess’s suite in the temple back home, save perhaps the attached concubine suite. To be fair, it was meant to support an army of supporters for the head ambassador, not just a small family.

  Fiona said, “Tonight should be all pomp and circumstance as she makes us welcome as our host. I imagine she’ll inform us when we’ll be meeting for negotiations either at the end of the night or tomorrow morning. Let’s get unpacked.”

  Grace and Christy immediately started to unpack, while Evangelina gave me a warm lingering kiss, and looked reluctant to leave my side as she parted and then started to help those two. Though she didn’t hesitate long enough to give offense.

  Normally Fiona and I would help, we treated them as family and not servants, but we were being observed and there were expectations to meet as far as our behavior. Rulers of planets don’t unpack, and neither do their ennobled husbands.

  Instead, the two of us sat on the couch and relaxed while our concubines did all the work, her hand on my leg and mine around her back and teasing the other side of her neck. I really didn’t care for the whole being under observation thing, but Fiona seemed to be enjoying it outright, and Evangelina seemed to be at least happy playing her role. I got that part, there was a thrill in playing other people in pursuit of spying duties, but it wasn’t something I enjoyed doing to friends and allies.

  It was going to be a long few days, and I had utilize meditation skills to keep up the appearance of being relaxed and at home. What made it easier was it was all her job, dealing with the politics, I just needed to be aware of them as I kept Evangelina save in her role and at need to support or divert attention from her spy activities.

  Once unpacked, the ladies all made us something to drink from the bar which had a large variety stock of wines and liqueurs, as well as a coffee maker and all the usual fixings. After bringing me and Fiona coffee, Evangelina stood there attentively with desire in her stance and fidgeting movements.

  I nodded subtly, and she quickly joined us on the couch and started to stroke my leg while looked up at me in heated adoration. Extremely shallow, but hell if it wasn’t effective on my libido. I didn’t really want a woman like that, but as a roleplay and game it was extremely hot to me.

  Fiona said, “Thank you, Eva. You were perfect today while out in public, keep it up,” she said in an almost bored tone, as if instructing and giving positive feedback to a new concubine on the finer points of her duties and comportment in public.

  “Thank you, your… I mean Fiona. I endeavor to serve.”

  A cute accidentally on purpose mis-speak, as she started to use the formal address in private before correcting herself.

  Christy said calmly, “The suite is more than adequate, Fiona. Well stocked, with the exception of cleaning gear. An oversight perhaps, I’ve made an inquiry on the palace system since I assume we’ll be keeping the place clean for you during our stay, not the palace servants.”