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  And he was all hers for at least a few hours. She loved to serve and obey him, and he was the master of her heart, mind, and soul, but she had no doubts he was very much hers as well as he took her quickly to her height. She always came effortlessly for him, he was a generous lover most of the time, and when he was rough and fast, well she loved that too.

  She gasped out, “Andrew!” as she came around his cock for the first time that night…

  Samantha squirmed a little, and sighed in contentment. She was snuggled into Lilith’s side on the couch in the living room, and Katia was snuggled into her other side. It was Julia’s turn for a few hours of alone time with Andrew, then the rest of them would join them in bed for a little joint fun before going to sleep. She felt… contented. They were watching some cheesy lifetime movie, and the three of them were snuggled up, exchanging occasional soft kisses, and petting each other on the couch.

  It wasn’t just her and Andrew that had her feeling contented. She was truly welcomed here, something she’d never found in mage society, which was more concerned with status, bloodlines, and magic than they were with family and relationships. The last two weeks had solidified the fact that she’d finally found a place she was happy to call home, and a group of women she was proud to declare family.

  They not only didn’t look down on her quirky flighty nature, but they all accepted it, and her. If anyone had told her a month ago she’d be ecstatic and find her place with three women, a human, a shifter, and a demoness, along with a warlock who she was quickly falling in love with, she’d have said they were crazy. But it was all true.

  Andrew was wonderful. He respected her as a woman, was attracted to her body, he was incredibly generous, talented, and thorough in bed, and he also shared her deep passion for magic. He also listened to her, and had no compunctions about her teaching him magic and directing his studies. He… called out to all her aspects, as a woman, a mage, and her libido. He was also sexy and confident, she loved his body, and his cock.

  She ran her hand teasingly along Katia’s inner thigh, who sighed softly and opened her legs a little for better access. She was also doing the same to Lilith, and enjoying the feel of both their hands on her legs as well. It was a decadent teasing thing, and she wondered if they’d finish the movie before playing their own games out here, while Andrew took care of Julia in the bedroom…

  Katia could hardly believe how rich her life had become. What her jealousy had almost made her lose. She loved Andrew deliriously, and her pregnancy was a constant source of joy that brought random smiles to her face throughout the day. She also couldn’t wait until next month, when she would marry the love of her life.

  It was more than that though, she cared very much for Julia, Lilith, and Samantha now as well. Samantha was a bit of a mystery to her, she understood why a succubus and a cat shifter wouldn’t have a problem sharing the same man, sex, and even love. But Samantha, mages in general, were supposed to be closest to how humans thought and acted, just with power. But the strawberry blonde hadn’t ever showed any jealousy like she had felt before she made the pact and had her jealousy removed magically. She was happy the mage didn’t feel it of course, but wondered what kind of life had led up to it.

  It wasn’t all perfect though, she worried a lot, that whenever they went out they’d be attacked. Still, things had been relatively quiet the last two weeks that way since the last attack on their home, and she was waiting for the other shoe to drop. She also knew Andrew was avoiding getting a second heir, the guilt from the first one still plagued him at times, and she decided she’d have to push him to do it. She didn’t want him taking chances with his soul.

  She also wondered just how different she was, that is, without jealousy being a factor anymore. She thought her bi-sexual proclivities, and her love of sharing Andrew in their bed at night with three other beautiful women, had probably always been a part of her nature. It’s just… she’d never exhibited that inclination because it had been suppressed by her jealousy. Andrew told her she was the same, but she wasn’t entirely sure that was true. Granted, she was still stubborn, and she wouldn’t let him get away with treating her badly, so at least that hadn’t changed. She just didn’t believe him loving others had anything to do with their relationship anymore, how he treated her was far more important, than the fact that he had other women. Truthfully, they had other women, because she thought of the others as hers as well.

  She sighed in pleasure and opened her legs a little further as Samantha teased her with light circling fingertips on her inner upper thigh, and she ran her own fingers further up Samantha’s inner thigh in return. She shot Lilith a quick smile, when their knuckles brushed together between the sexy mage’s legs. She looked up into Samantha’s face a moment, her face was relaxed, and her eyes were filled with pleasure which probably echoed her own. She reluctantly turned back to the television, instead of kissing the mage passionately, which she ached to do.

  Her core craved to be touched, it was a deliciously wicked and decadent feeling, as she tried to tease the mage back. She felt a bit breathy, and excited, but she wasn’t in a hurry. It would be a few hours yet before they joined Andrew and Julia in bed. Slow, teasing, and soft loving with the other women in her family out on the couch, would be very satisfying in the long run, she didn’t think it would be long now, before they lost their clothes, and all their inhibitions…

  Chapter Four

  My racing and pounding heart slowed as I pulled Julia into my side, and kissed the top of her head. She was wild and incredible in bed, and I felt very sated in that moment as she wiggled and cuddled into my side. I’d lost count, I think that was three rounds since we’d gotten out of the shower, three of my orgasms that is, as always, she’d cum hard and often for me after she’d gotten going. She’d just rode me like a goddess, back arched, firm D cups bouncing as she bounced on my cock, sweet sounds of pleasure falling from her slightly parted pouty lips as I pushed up and met her half-way. Her intense dark amber eyes staring into mine.

  I couldn’t imagine my life without her in it. Her sexy body felt good against my side, a perfect fit, and her fingertips absently traced the cut of my muscles, as my hand caressed her back, and played with her gorgeous blue-black long wavy silken hair.

  I pulled her tighter against me, and slid her up higher along my body to claim a soft lingering kiss.

  When we broke it, I stared deeply into her eyes, and she returned my gaze, her eyes shone with love, contentment, and joy. I suddenly felt foolish, that I hadn’t yet told her exactly how I felt, and how much she meant to me on every level.

  I leaned up and claimed her lips, and told her in that kiss, a soft but passionate kiss filled with the love I felt, my need of her, desire for her, respect for her, and just how precious she was to me. I felt my body respond and rolled us, and knelt between her legs. I held myself up by my arms, my chest just barely grazed by her taught nipples and soft supple breasts, and I continued to kiss her with soft brushes of our lips, and a light nip of her lips.

  I sighed into her mouth, as I slid back inside of her, slowly, the intensity of every movement set off all my sensitive nerves, causing each small movement to be an eternity of bliss in itself. It took a painfully sweet long time for me to be fully buried within her.

  I looked deeply into her wide vulnerable eyes, “Julia. I love you my kitten. You mean the world to me, and I am yours.”

  Such simple words, for describing the bursting feelings in my heart, and the way I adored everything about her. The way she was always there, the way she looked at me, loved me, and adored me back. The way she protected me, and… everything else, far too many things to list.

  Julia’s sex tightened around me in a vise grip of silken heat, and her eyes widened as her body trembled. I was pretty sure she’d just had a mini-orgasm. I’d never made a woman cum from telling her I loved her before, but I was sure my buried cock had a part in that equation too. There was no doubting the effect of my words, as I took
in her widened and overwhelmingly joyful eyes.

  She said in a soft breathless voice, “I love you too Andrew, I’m all yours, and have been for a long while now.”

  I claimed her lips, and she tightened around me as I pulled out slowly, making us both moan in pleasure, and then I slowly slid back into the warm velvety embrace of her tight sexy body. She shivered in pleasure and looked up at me with desire and worship in her eyes, I imagined she could see the same in mine as I slowly made sweet and soft love to my wild and sexy Julia for the first time.

  We didn’t speak again, we didn’t need to as our eyes, faces, and loving touches said all that needed to be said. We weren’t quiet either, as she filled the room with sweet sounds of pleasure, as she came around my cock again and again. The longer I lasted at the painfully deliciously slow pace, the more often and harder she came around me, and the more my body was filled with a euphoria that filled to overflowing. The look of vulnerability, surrender, and intense love on her face made my heart feel as if it would explode from the intimacy of that shared moment. There were tears as well, but I didn’t have to ask, I knew they were happy ones.

  I felt that same vulnerability myself, as I bared my intense love, and my soul to her adoring gaze.

  Her soft hands seemed to be everywhere, as she caressed my body, and gave herself to me and the moments of bliss that neither of us would ever forget. She was mine, and I was most assuredly hers. The last time she came was so violent, her whole body continued to tremble and shake afterward, and her convulsions around me finally pushed me over the edge. The explosion of pleasure through my body was one of the most intense in my life, and the connection we held as we stared into each other’s eyes raised that intensity even higher.

  I collapsed to the side, and pulled her up against me. I held her, as her body shook from violent aftershocks of pleasure, and I kissed her forehead and waited for her to recover.

  She kissed my chest, and snuggled in tighter against me.

  “You know you’re stuck with me now,” she teased.

  “That’s the plan. There’s no escape for you either.”

  She giggled, “I’ve never felt like this before.”

  Things felt different between us now, now that I’d told her how I felt, those feelings were even stronger, now that they were freed so to speak.

  We talked, and teased each other for the rest of our private time, both of us beyond sated, until the others joined us…

  “You are a goddess,” I declared as Samantha handed me a cup of coffee, and sat back in her chair.

  She blushed, and I winked.

  It was the next morning, a little after ten, so we’d been working for a couple of hours since breakfast. She’d just gone to get us both a coffee, I loved magic, but the stuff she had me learning right now was dry reading and I needed the pick me up from the nectar of the gods, otherwise known as coffee.

  Still, a deeper understanding of magic was required, any moron could memorize spells, even ones in Latin. Digging deeper into the mechanics of magic was the only way I’d ever be able to create magic spells of my own design and making. It was even still interesting in a way how it worked, but the dry facts of the nitty gritty was making my head hurt as I tried to absorb it, passionate to learn it or not.

  “You’re welcome,” she said in her soft lovely voice, and then she took a sip of her own coffee. She was sexy and adorable as she looked down, and pushed a few strands of hair from in front of her eyes, to behind her ear. She was graceful, sexy, and very alluring. Despite being balls deep in her just twelve hours ago during our nightly five-some, I was giving serious thought to a more extended and physically demanding break. I doubted she’d mind, our schedule was often broken up by… other pursuits, with all four of my ladies.

  “You really are beautiful Samantha.”

  I wondered as she blushed again, if she did it because she didn’t believe she was attractive, or if it was simply that she was unused to hearing and accepting compliments. Her hair was a beautiful shade of strawberry blonde, and extremely curly as it ran down her body. Her green eyes were strikingly intelligent and sexy. Her voice would be the envy of phone sex operators everywhere. She also had a tight dancer’s body with legs that seemed endless, and her perky B cups were perfect mouthwatering handfuls that stood proudly on her willowy and limber body. But it was her graceful flowing walk, how she held herself, and the confident aura of her presence that constantly drew my interest whenever she moved or entered a room. Even in those moments of apparent flightiness, she had a strong attractive presence about her.

  Of all my mates, she was also the one that liked to be held down tightly during sex, and controlled. It was an illusion of course, she could easily take me with magic, but she seemed to enjoy being constrained and restricted from moving too much, and I’d been wondering lately just how far we could take that kink. Would she enjoy being tied down, or handcuffed? Would I enjoy doing that to her? If it brought her more pleasure and thrills, I was sure I would enjoy it for that reason alone, but I was hardly the type of man to get off on dominating a woman, then again, maybe that’s why she trusted me enough to act that way and let that side of her show in the first place.

  Samantha was far from submissive out of bed, if anything she was in charge during the day as she instructed me in magic, and was my dueling master as well, but in bed she loved to give me all the control.

  She smiled at me coquettishly, and unconsciously licked her lips as desire filled her green orbs, at least I thought it was an unconscious action. Maybe she’d gotten flirting tips from Julia? All I knew was that look made my cock stir and my heart beat pick up in anticipation. I was about to close the deal for a little mid-morning loving with my sexy mage, when her cell phone rang.

  Damn cock-blocking electronic device.

  I suppressed a sigh as she moved to answer it, it wasn’t like I wasn’t already ridiculously spoiled with four women seeing to my needs, as I saw to all of theirs. It could wait.

  Her nose crinkled cutely in concern as she pulled the phone away from her ears, and hit the speaker button.

  Samantha said, “Councilor Pierson, you’re on speaker and Mr. Moore is here with me.”

  It felt like a repeat of last time, she’d said almost the same thing to Carlos two weeks ago. I truly hoped it didn’t end the same, with more deaths.

  Samuel said, “Call me Samuel please.”

  I said, “Hello Samuel, you can call me Andrew. What can I do for you?”

  Samuel cleared his throat, “I’d like to meet with you to discuss a possible peaceful end to our unfortunate conflict. I’ve been authorized by the rest of the newly formed council to form a non-aggression treaty with you, which I believe was your original aim?”

  I frowned, and looked at Samantha, who just shrugged. I wasn’t sure if I should trust him either.

  I asked, “That sounds good Samuel, where did you want to meet?”

  Samuel said, “Actually, I’m downstairs, in your lobby, right now. I figured after our last meeting, I’d need to be the one to extend trust first. I’ve only brought two security mages with me, as high councilor I couldn’t take less.”

  As if to prove his point, he pinged my wards with a knock of his magic. I thought about it for a minute, I didn’t want to invite him up, and a lobby was a shitty place to hold peace negotiations. I was also a little impressed he’d shown up here on his own, maybe he really did believe I wasn’t an unstable evil element in the city? Or… maybe he thought it was worth risking his life to set me up.

  I said, “Alright, I’ll meet you at the café on the corner in fifteen minutes?”

  Samuel replied, “I’ll be there.”

  Samantha hung up the phone, and dropped it back in her pocket as she stood. I walked around the desk, and stole a warm kiss that was filled with promises for later, and then took her hand. Lilith must have been tuned into my mind, and told Julia, because they were both ready to go and had a serious look on their faces, as opposed t
o the warm ones they usually gave me.

  I actually knew a spell at that point that would keep her out of my mind, but I’d never seriously considered using it. Lilith knew me better than I knew myself, and her reading my mind had come in handy on a few occasions, so why mess with what works?

  “Let’s go see what he wants, I doubt he’s going to start a fight in a coffee shop in the middle of the morning. Hopefully, he wants peace.”

  Samantha said, “He was at the last meeting, the mage investigator that Julia spared.”

  Julia shrugged, “Andrew spared him, I was just following orders.”

  Samantha gave her a knowing look, “And you didn’t agree with them?”

  Julia shrugged again, but her small smile was answer enough.

  Katia said, “Be careful,” and stole a quick kiss from all of us before she returned to her office.

  The four of us headed for the elevator, there was no point in teleporting a couple of hundred feet down the sidewalk after all.

  The café was fairly large. Inside the door to the right was a small room with couches and reading materials on the table and in slots on the wall. To the left and ahead, was a larger open room, with a lot of tables with black Formica tops, and wood and metal chairs. About twenty feet in, the room opened further as the small couch room ended, and far down on the left side was the counter to pick up coffee, pastries, donuts, wraps, cookies, and other treats normally found in a coffee shop.

  Samantha nodded subtly at the far corner booth, where three mages sat. By the magical auras I could tell the one in the middle was Samuel, the others were far weaker in magical strength. Of course, now that I was looking at him, I also recognized him from that other night.