Make a wish demon bane b.., p.10
Make a Wish: Demon Bane: Book Two, page 10
“So yeah, this afternoon turned into just another goose chase.”
Christy asked, “Another one?”
I told her what I usually did most afternoons, and why. About not knowing what I was, and that my powers were limited and should be greater, and we had no idea how to release them.
Christy nodded against my neck, “Have you seen a seer about it?”
“Seer?”
Christy lifted her head and looked at Grace, “A witch specialty, like tantric. Some witches can see the hidden, not just the future but the past and present.”
Grace shrugged, “I don’t know any, and didn’t even think of it.”
Christy said, “I do. Valerie Harris. She lives in Harmony though, a small town that’s across the world. Almost on the other side of Patience from the capital. It’s forty-five minutes by shuttle, one way.”
Fiona looked thoughtful, “We’ll go on Saturday then, make a day of it, or at least a morning. If it’ll take at least a couple of hours, it won’t really fit during the week.”
I nodded, “Sure. Sounds good.”
It wouldn’t stop my search through the archives though. It was just a possible lead, and not a certainty. I didn’t know much about seers, but I knew they couldn’t control what they saw. For all I know when she touched me, she’d see my birth, or my death, and not what I needed to know.
Fiona said, “I suppose you should know I’m also trying to figure out how to deal with the problems of the supernatural being revealed. You never should’ve been arrested. Questioned yes, but the temple guard took care of that. That kind of abuse is becoming common, and I’m more worried about my barons and law enforcement right now than opinions in the populace.”
“Any ideas?”
Christy tried to slide into her chair when Fiona started to bring the food to the table, but I held her tighter. She giggled and collapsed against me with a sigh.
Fiona shook her head, “Not yet. There’s no precedent for this kind of social dissonance, not since the Fellowship was founded, anyway.”
As Fiona finished up, I patted Christy’s ass playfully to let her know she could take her seat back, and she gave me a warm kiss before sliding off.
Then we dug in.
That night was also our first foursome, which was interesting as Christy tried to figure out her place within our dynamic. She was aggressive with me, but surprisingly submissive to the ladies, especially when Fiona got a little dominant with her, which perhaps ironically Fiona would never be with me.
I also figured out a few things that night, Christy not only wouldn’t object to being manhandled outside of sex, she’d also join me and sit in my lap if I crooked my finger, or told her too. She was also more than willing to fetch a drink or snack for me. She was sweet, empathetic, and obviously wanted a strong man to take care of as well as feel safe with. Not taken advantage of, but cherished and appreciated for her submissively sweet attitude outside of bed.
Not that she didn’t have that redheaded temper to go with that, as a balance. It was obvious to me if I mis-stepped, but she never held that anger long. Quick to anger and quick to forgive, or so the saying goes.
Why that submissive attitude didn’t extend to sexual congress I wasn’t sure, and it was surely one of the great mysteries of life.
I also suspected that’s where Cross had gone wrong. He hadn’t been worthy of her or hadn’t seen the value in her. She was wickedly aggressive and boldly kinky in bed, and she didn’t apologize for it. She was also submissive out of bed and took orders.
I could see where such a combination would lead a shallow male who didn’t care about her to think he could order her to service him and his friends at the same time. I mean, that combination screamed obediently wild slut, didn’t it? She wasn’t that, but then I loved her and had history with her.
Of course, him asking her to or even ordering her to do that, wasn’t his real mistake. It was not taking her answer of no, and trying to force her to do it anyway, that had landed him in jail.
We knew each other extremely well, I knew her pet peeves, hobbies, and all that stuff already. At the same time, I didn’t know her at all hardly from a romance and sex angle, and our friendship could complicate that with false assumptions. There was also the concubine part which complicated things further, the fact I was married, and she could never be first in my life even if we found a deep love together.
So, I was trying not to make assumptions, or take anything for granted, despite how well I thought I knew her. So far, I’d say it was going well, and she slept against my left side that first night, with Grace spooning her, while Fiona was in my right side. I suspected that would be liquid, but Fiona would always be one of the ones against me.
That Wednesday morning the next day, Professor Sandra Gaines was just as engaging as the first history class on Monday morning. Of the four classes it was probably my favorite one so far, and I could see the value in learning it. Even if Carla was much better eye candy, humanities was interesting but so far hadn’t been as interesting.
The four of us took the same path as we did on Monday after class, cutting through the woods for Fiona’s sake as we headed for the center of the college and café. We all stopped however when we reached the edge that led into the main square by the admin buildings and café. My awareness kicked up a notch, as I scanned for threats.
“What the hell?”
There were a couple of hundred students, a lot of them holding signs with less than flattering words toward supernaturals. Some demanded laws be made, others for a supernatural registry so they could be watched, and so their neighbors would know supernaturals were among them. The shouted slogans backed up what they had on the signs.
In theory the concerns were almost reasonable.
But in reality, it was racist, and ugly, and based on unjustified fear. There was no fucking way I was letting Fiona anywhere near that crowd. So far they weren’t violent, but seeing the poster girl for supernaturals was a sure way to test that control. Mobs didn’t have self-control, they were a herd mentality and acted emotionally. All it would take is a handful of violent people to turn their protest into a riot.
Sure, that was paranoid, it probably and even most likely wouldn’t set them off, but I wasn’t risking my wife’s life or the future prelate on even a decent gamble. Self-defense using magic against a crowd of supernatural protestors would also be a political bomb better left alone.
I almost didn’t see them, standing on the other side of the crowd and facing them. Leading them.
Baron Cross. His son stood next to him, and I assumed he’d been released into his father’s custody and responsibility until the trial took place.
“Baron Cross and his son are responsible for this… protest.”
Grace said, “What should we do?”
“I want to beeline for the shuttle, but I’ll settle for Fiona not going out there.”
Fiona smiled, “Worried about me?”
“Always, sweetheart.”
Fiona blushed.
Christy said downheartedly, “I had no idea so many hated us.”
I shrugged, “It’s about two hundred out there, that’s like… less than one percent of the campus population at thirty thousand. Which is about normal for extremist views and people easily worked up and outraged.”
Fiona sighed, “A girl needs to eat, and I want to have a conversation with Cross.”
I frowned, “We’re not going over there.”
Fiona nodded, “No, but we’ll go around the long way to the café, and I’ll order Cross to come talk to me about this. If my nobles are arranging anti-supernatural sentiment and protests, then it will panic the population and lead them to do the same. He should be calming his people, not inciting them. Patience will go up in flames if other barons follow suit. Idiot.”
“Alright.”
I led the way around the crowd, sticking to the edges of the woods, and even keeping other buildings between us until we came down the other side and went into the north entrance instead of the south, which the crowd was in front of.
We sat down and ordered lunch. It wasn’t long before Cross and his kid came in, and both of them grimaced when they saw Christy sitting with us.
Baron Cross’s face was cold, and his tone icy, “Your Grace, you… summoned me.”
Fiona shook her head, “What are you thinking riling up the populace? Things are bad enough without making them worse. My father is working on an education program to get the barons, lesser nobles, and law enforcement up to speed, like the Bishops, Cardinals, and Dukes already are. I expected patience from the rest of the nobility until that happens. We’re not panicking, why are you?”
Baron Cross looked skeptical, “Not panicking, are you? Than why order me in here? I’ve broken no laws, and last I heard speech was free. I’m free to exercise that right and my speak my mind and opinions, and there is nothing you can do about it, your grace.”
Fiona snorted, “Opinions based on fear and bloody little facts. You know nothing of our world, but if you want to make decisions based on fear and emotions, go ahead. You’re right, I can’t stop you, but I can point out your showing dismal judgment. One of my barons showing bad judgement is very much my business. I’d think you would look to your superiors for guidance, none of the bishops, dukes, or cardinals are afraid. They also won’t be making new laws that are unjust and based on fear and racism.”
She paused for a moment, and the anger cleared from her face as she switched to reason.
“Baron, you’re hurting people. The only deaths that are supernatural related since we were revealed three months ago, has been human on human deaths through false assumptions, fear, and this kind of garbage. You are my baron, you rule here, and your decision here is hurting humans, not supernaturals. But go ahead, go back outside and continue shouting your racist slogans.”
The baron sneered and glared at Christy, then turned around and left.
I snorted, “I think you misjudged, sweetheart. He hates supernaturals because his son is facing judgement and it involves one.”
Grace asked, “Can’t you stop him?”
Fiona shook her head, “No more than he can legally arrest Christy, it would be an abuse of power if I tried, and likely would turn all the other barons against me. He can exercise his free speech all he wants. If he steps over the line and purposefully incites illegal action or takes illegal action himself, then I can stop him. But he’s too smart for that, even if he is an idiot.
“Damien’s right, he’s angry about his son, and he doesn’t care who he hurts in this crusade.”
Christy said, “Making me a concubine probably didn’t help calm him.”
Fiona smiled at her, “Maybe, but you were far too cute with Damien for me to resist.”
Christy blushed.
Despite the banter I could tell Fiona was troubled by this new development, and I was glad I wasn’t in her shoes. I know it added pressure for her to figure it out too, before other barons were swept up in the stupidity.
Chapter Nine
It was later that evening. The political science class had passed in a boring drone, and when we got back to the temple. I’d spent another fruitless hour looking for any leads into my true race and how I could release my power. It wasn’t quite an obsession, because I wasn’t power hungry, but stronger and more diverse magic would allow me to protect Fiona better. Plus, I was curious to know the truth.
When I got in I sensed Fiona through the bond was in Christy’s room, and I found Grace waiting for me, her pussy already soaked and her eyes glazed slightly by after pleasure. It was the new system, she’d get private time with Grace while I was researching, then get private time with Christy while I was with Grace, then I’d get private time with Christy while she and Grace were cooking. Our own private time happened in the mornings now.
Regardless, Grace was lying in bed looking very alluring, with her light brunette hair up in a ponytail and her hazel eyes focused on me as I got undressed without a word. She was also still wearing her high heels. Her full on the verge of pouty lips were slightly parted, and the soft adorable beauty of her face was countered by the flush of pleasure still lighting up her cheeks.
“Waiting long?”
Grace shook her head, then licked her lips as she looked down at my hard cock. Hard for her, and her alone, since none of the others were in the room.
“No, Damien. You know she can feel you, when you’re heading back to the suite through the temple. That’s when she left me on the edge and went to go find Christy.”
I grinned, “On the edge huh, no wonder you look so hot and bothered.”
She bit her lip, “Your wife is very naughty, and likes leaving you desperate on the edge sluts as gifts.”
Yeah, she was pretty great.
I crawled into the bottom of the bed when I was done shucking my clothes, and teasingly ran my hands up her legs, as I kissed her feet and nibbled her toes one by one. All while I looked up adoringly and worshipfully into her eyes.
Her soft moans were delightful, if a little confused as I slowly kissed my way up, taking my time to cover her ankles, calves, and the back of her knees. I went even slower as I kissed my way up her thighs, teasing brushes of my lips, teasing licks, and stronger kisses with suction all drew sweet moans from her lips, and had her body wriggling for it by the time I made it up to her sex.
Her hands ran through my hair as soon as I was high enough for her to reach, and I started to work her folds with long and languid licks, sucks, and even nibbles. She’d already been left wanting and desperate, and I’d spent a lot of time on her legs, so I wasn’t surprised when she went over hard before I even really got started.
I moaned deeply in approval, as she gripped my hair, arched her back, and ground against my face as she came all over me. Her scent and the flavor of her had my cock twitching hard, and I continued to eat her out another ten minutes, teasing her up and drawing out two more extremely potent orgasms that had her crying my name.
She said, “Come fuck me, Damien. I need that fat cock.”
I enjoyed teasing her body further, on my way up to her mouth, squeezing, pleasing, and suckling on her pert nipples and sumptuous breasts. Her reactions to each touch of my fingertips and lips on her body was intense, and it turned me on beyond belief.
We both hissed, and I let out a long moan, as I slid my cock into her hot and more than ready body. So snug as I split her open and slid into the blissful paradise of her inviting passage. She took me in one slow thrust, as I fully sheathed my cock into her nubile and lushly ripe body. I twitched hard, once it was buried and ground up into her slowly in a tight circle that churned her sex and put pressure on her clit.
All while staring deeply into her needy hazel eyes.
I said softly while the waves of pleasure tingled pleasantly through us both, “Grace, I know you don’t do romantic entanglements, and you don’t have to respond to this, but you deserve to know, gorgeous. I love you, Grace.”
I wasn’t sure what to expect but not what happened.
Her eyes widened, then she teared up and startle to burble and cry. It was awkward, and very confusing, at least until she finally spoke.
Grace replied in a relieved and shaky voice, “Thank the goddess. I’ve been hiding it for so long, after my big speech on the station, and I didn’t want to make things weird between us. Oh my god, you have no idea how much I love you, Damien. I love Fiona too, she’s the best and…”
I cut her off with a kiss, then teased, “Sure I do. You love me enough to babble like a crazy person.”
She giggled, “Ass, way to ruin a moment.”
I kissed her tears away, brushing them away with my lips gently to recapture the mood, then looked into her eyes. The love I saw in hers was potent, and she sure wasn’t hiding it anymore. She was looking up at me in worshipful loving awe, and so much vulnerability.
I grinned, couldn’t help myself at the surge of possessive joy and love in my heart, then I kissed her deeply, and I started to make love to her. I slid my cock slowly out of her, and then back inside, so slow every single nerve and spark of pleasure seemed like a separate thing, a whirlwind of pleasure all its own, and her body started to rock in a perfect and loving counterpoint.
All while I was entirely lost in her eyes, so beautiful, so poignant and exposed, so powerful and overwhelming, the love sparking between us.
That was my original plan, to make love to her and show her how I felt. But after being buried in her and looking into her eyes, I’d decided not to do that, just in case she wouldn’t want it. Just in case she didn’t want my love. It would’ve felt like I was forcing my love on her, if she didn’t love me back. If that makes sense.
She moaned softly as she squeezed hard and rolled her hips, making me gasp from the shock of pleasure and twitch hard in her silken depths.
“When did you know?”
My cock twitched, and I chuckled, “You tell me first.”
She opened her mouth, but then let out a sweet breath gasp as her body trembled and her hot paradise convulsed and quivered around my cock. It felt so good, as I continued to rock slowly in and out of her, loving her through the orgasm riddling through her body, as she milked me so hard.
Then she came down and started rocking her body lovingly in counterpoint.
She smirked, “Over a month ago now, a little less than two months from when we met. You were fucking me in the ass, and I felt the usual submission and pleasure in surrendering myself to you so completely, so fully as you used the most private part of my being. I also felt more than I had in the past, and I realized the unbearable warmth in my heart was a deep love for you. I’d never felt safer in my life, than in that moment that I realized I’d trust you with all of me. Not just my body, but with my heart, which no man before you has won.”
“Oh, thank god,” I said in relief.
She giggled, “Why?”
“Because mine’s kind of raunchy too,” and I explained it was the night before last, when I was looking down at her covered in my cum. Also why, the surge of soft emotions in the aftermath of treating her so roughly.
