Muses’ Champion

  Son of Hades: Book Two

  Author: D. R. Rosier

  Copyright 2022. This is a work of fiction. Names, Characters, Places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without permission.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Afterword:

  Other erotic fantasies by D. R. Rosier:

  Non-erotic Fantasy titles:

  Book Description

  Chapter One

  The bright morning sunlight glinted through the twisting streams of water which also reflected the flickering light of fire racing toward me. I shot straight up and watched it all slam into each other and disperse below. All while the blade of souls slammed through three different illusions.

  My body spun quickly to swipe the late arriving fireball that had corkscrewed down from above. I really needed to speak to Mags about that one, she was getting sneakier in the training. I moved a mere half of a foot to avoid a new fountain of water, then spun around it like I was tethered to it and snickered as a fireball hit the water instead of me.

  It’d been two weeks since Hades had sent anything after me. I’d never heard from my sperm donor father about backing off or a truce, but I was cautiously optimistic the asshole had decided to bide his time. After all, what was three hundred years to a god, he could always punish me when I died of old age, or someone else killed me.

  That seemed almost too reasonable, but at the moment he only had one fury left, where three had failed, and I’d already sent one of his puppet sons to hell. That psychopath was still there, I’d checked a couple of times. Seemed once I touched a spirit of the dead with my magic, I could always find it. I wished his harem good luck and hoped they were having a nice vacation, but who knows, could be they’d liked him? There was no accounting for taste sometimes.

  The last two weeks of training had been intense, but I was getting a lot better at it. Visual acuity helped as I didn’t even look as my blade continued to cut down Maggie’s illusions like a scythe cutting down wheat.

  Of course, I was looking, with my spirit weapon’s eyes. I was also looking in all directions through my armor, which is why that last fireball almost took me by surprise, straight up and down were really my only blind spots. My actual eyes were closed.

  The first time I’d tried this approach it’d been an unmitigated disaster. Three hundred sixty degree vision around myself was almost overwhelming and really odd for the mind to process, which is used to looking in one direction. Then add to that the tunnel vision of the sword from a completely different location. But with my fast-moving mind, I’d gotten used to it a lot quicker than I’d expected, and me dodging by moving the armor was almost reflex.

  A second effect was it was a lot easier to focus on doing things at that point, both the armor and sword reacting to mere intent. Don’t get hit, kill the bad guys. That description was bit more simplistic than it was in reality, but my subconscious was already picking up a lot of those complications and running with them. I didn’t think I was ready to add a third point of view tunnel vision in a second weapon, but that day wasn’t far off. I still had a lot of work to do.

  Not much else had changed in my life. The coven was still ten, including my mate Maggie who was matriarch. She was mine in our personal lives, submissive in and out of bed, but she was an awe inspiring take no prisoners ambitious woman as matriarch of the coven. The young lady witches we’d rescued still avoided me for the most part, save a few who said hello on occasion. It’d only been two weeks since we’d gotten them out of that mind-controlled raping hell, so that wasn’t all that much of a surprise.

  Maggie was five feet and five inches, with lovely and extremely light brown hair, and wide light brown innocent eyes. Her face had a soft beauty to it, with soft cheekbones on a heart shaped face. I often call it a faux innocent beauty, because she’s anything but innocent, she’s my saucy nymph. That faux innocent beauty still works on me though. It never fails to incite the desires to both protect and ravish, even with the growing love we shared as mates. Two weeks later, and I loved her so much it was terrifying. It was hard to believe I’d only met her less than three weeks ago.

  Her body went the other way, with generous heart-shaped C cups, fair milky skin, a tight rounded ass, and her deliciously tight waist gave her body a sumptuous slightly exaggerated hourglass figure. Her body was in great shape, but was all soft feminine curves, the muscle tone hiding beneath when her body was at rest. Her voice was warmly seductive, mostly warm with only a hint a sultry.

  I still dressed her every morning, and her clothes were mostly skirts, which I had a feeling was all about availability and ease of access for the tantric witch that loved me to distraction. That Sunday morning, she was in a casual pink stretchy skirt that was tight around her ass and legs, and went to lower thigh, and a cute half shirt. She had a lot more scandalous outfits I liked to see her in, but cute and sexy was what I went for on the weekends, when the whole coven was home.

  Which… was interesting to my head, since I preferred the weekdays to the weekends now, when I got my ladies all to myself during the workday. Point was, before I got off track, was that she enjoyed dressing sexy and trashy for me. Of course, that was a lot more limited now, as a coven matriarch I couldn’t parade her around like a depraved and very enthusiastic nympho in front of her people.

  She was complicated, and a hell of a woman. My sweet submissive naughty good girl in our private lives, and a ruthless leader of a coven whose ambition was filtered through her beliefs and empathy. She was also more insatiable than I was, as a tantric witch and a follower of Aphrodite, she was kind of obsessed with sex. Although I’d never call her one she’d self-described herself as a slut more than once, and that was one of her nicer self-naming words. She could be trashy, but only for me now, which I had to admit was a turn on, but not why I loved her.

  My second mate, daughter of the muses, had joined my morning training, which is why I’d been dodging both water and fire during my training. The fact she could summon and control five streams of water at the same time told me that I would be able to do the same one day, control armor, shield, and three weapons, five things in total, but it was also a pain in the ass and made the training a whole lot more intense.

  Elena’s beautiful mix of eastern and Latina beauty only had a smidgen of innocence in it. Otherwise she was all seductive and sensual beauty. From her completely smoky and sultry voice, to her killer petite sexpot body, to the long dark wavy brunette hair and smoky dark chocolate come fuck me eyes. Her face was exotically and sensually beautiful, with strong cheekbones, full lips, very long and thick eyelashes above those sexy peepers.

  Her body was petite and curvy at five feet and an inch, with perfect light golden sun-kissed skin, perky proud B cups, and a petite yet very bubbled ass, with a whisper thin waist in between. Despite her petite size, she moved with a dancer’s grace, and had in fact been a dancer and performer in Vegas for the last five years. She had to quit, and she’d moved to our city after people started to notice she still had the blush of youth on her face at age twenty-three.

  My Elena hadn’t changed at all from that first day together. She was stubborn, and could be tempestuous when people told untruths, even nice ones. That hadn’t been much of a problem at all though. Her blunt speech because she didn’t lie or pull punches either, seemed to engender that in me and Elena when we were with her. In bed, she was my playful kitten, submissive, but every once in a while, she tested that boundary. Probably to force me to take her well in hand as she’d once told me herself.

  Elena wore a white dress that hugged her body snugly, barely reached mid-thigh, and the built-in support mashed her B cups together to maximize her cleavage and show most of it off. My Elena always wore dresses, like Maggie wore skirts, something she no doubt picked up in Vegas as a performer and was now just a habit. All her dresses rode the line between elegant and trashy, both barely nice enough for a good restaurant, but they’d also go unremarked upon and were trashy and revealing enough to be considered a clubbing dress.

  She was hot as sin, and she knew it. She’d as much told me, literally, and said the only men that didn’t want her were prejudiced men against Latina or Asians, and even those would want to hate fuck her before spitting in her face. I had to admit, I’d never heard the woman lie.

  In short, both my ladies were submissive in bed, wild and amazing fucks, but while Elena liked my possessiveness she didn’t need to be controlled in our personal lives for validation and to feel cherished, like my Maggie did. My ladies were also as enamored of each other as they were of me, and when the fireballs and water streams trailed off. I looked to see why and they were kissing softly by the house, which was proof enough of my last thought.

  I laughed, “Training over, ladies?”

  At Maggie’s wave I lowered to the
ground, and I banished the three training souls. That seemed good enough for training and was less expensive power wise to maintain, which meant training longer.

  They broke it, and both looked at me hungrily, and I couldn’t help the wide smile as I walked over and collected warm breathy kisses from them both.

  “You know we have an audience, three of the coven watched my training this morning.”

  Maggie teased, “Why do you think I’m so hot, sir.”

  I laughed, “Your mates?”

  Maggie giggled, “That too, Jack. How’s your power? I ended training because it’s been an hour.”

  I smiled, “Awesome, ninety-three or so, I’d guess.”

  Maggie smiled, “So, you’ll have to do another sword soon. You did really well today, we barely made you use the shield, much less hit your armor.”

  “True, I was thinking another week, to really let my subconscious get a handle on three before adding a new thing.”

  Elena said, “I have a suggestion, given how little power it takes for you to move around a single soul, even corporeal in inanimate conjured forms.”

  I nodded, “I’m listening, if I’d used fifteen souls for that, I’d be fully drained right now. The power drain isn’t exactly linear, as we found out.”

  Elena smirked, “True. Have you considered a layered shield, armor, and weapons? Suppose you make the armor two layers, the inner layer one soul, the outer layer five. Then link to and control the inner layer to watch your surroundings and move. You won’t technically be moving the stronger outer layer of five souls with your power, it’ll just be dragged along with the single soul layer like your body.

  “You could do the same with the shield and the weapon, if it works. So you’ll still get a bigger drain when hitting something with the weapon of five souls, that won’t change, but the movement will cost almost nothing moving one soul. The drain from taking an attack depends on the attacker’s strength, so that should work out too.”

  I frowned, “That’s… brilliant.”

  Elena snorted, “Surprised?” she asked in a suddenly dangerous tone.

  I shook my head, “No, of course not. You’re both brilliant. I’m just annoyed I didn’t think of it myself.”

  Elena giggled, and that quickly her annoyance was gone, “Truth.”

  The six souls appeared, and I turned one into a layer of full body armor, then used the other five to create a second layer. I closed my eyes and linked with the inner layer, and I let out a sigh of relief. I was pretty sure the inner soul wouldn’t be blinded by the covering, ghost senses were different, but it’d been a small concern. Then I tried to move.

  I rose up into the air easily, that wasn’t really enough, so I flew around the vast estate extremely quickly, then landed back in front of them and banished the souls.

  “Well, that worked great. So now I’ll only have to worry about the power drain of hitting things, or things hitting me, to maintain the soul object’s cohesiveness. Movement will be… not free, but I could fly all day long with a single soul powering it.”

  Maggie kissed me passionately. She did that at times quite spontaneously. My arms suddenly full of leaping and sumptuously delightful feminine flesh. I really didn’t mind it at all.

  I teased, “Our watchers are gone.”

  She giggled, “Like that matters?”

  “Workout?”

  We did the training every day, but my power was purely mental, summoning souls, shaping them into objects, moving them around. That was basically my power as a demigod, and it was a lot more diverse in application than I’d believed at first blush. Regardless, we also worked out in the gym room in the mansion every day after. Without having a manual labor job, I couldn’t depend on working hard to maintain my physique, not with three wonderful meals to eat every day, cooked by witches.

  While it was true that magic and power burned a lot of calories, so I truly wasn’t in danger of gaining weight even without, the workouts were still necessary to keep my muscles in top shape.

  Elena said, “How about a pre-workout workout in bed first? Our naughty one got me all hot during training.”

  I smiled, “She does that.”

  Maggie giggled.

  We’d decided to do the group stuff before bed, both physical and emotional intimacy, and a short group romp for the morning reprise. Then during the day more private assignations. That last part hadn’t really worked out yet, with three of us we were almost constantly together. We did find time and moments for emotional one on one intimacy, short conversations and even touching when we were alone as a couple in all combinations, but as a triad we almost always played together when it came to physical intimacy despite our intentions. It’d just worked out that way. Sometimes we double teamed one of us, and sometimes we all loved in a mélange of three-way positions.

  Point being though, we’d try again after we gained a fourth family member, but who knew when that would be. Neither of the other two demigoddesses had replied to Maggie’s feelers yet, and even if they did there was no guarantee we’d be compatible. Even if they made good allies then they might not make good lovers and family. But when it did happen, we’d stop worrying about leaving one of us feeling left out, because we could do one on one intimacy as two couples during the day, switching out in all combinations.

  In short, we were always all together because we all wanted to avoid creating resentment or the feeling in abandonment in the other two. Honestly, the three of us were so giving in bed I didn’t think that was a true danger. At the same time, the fact we were all so giving in bed led to that arrangement anyway. Just in case.

  I probably thought to much about that stuff, and the ladies did say they’d handle that time management, and as long as I didn’t send them away when they sought my company then I’d be doing my part there.

  As far as my sex life itself, I’ll just say it’s a good thing Maggie’s magic keeps my cock’s skin well and sensitive, or it’d be raw and chafed by now despite how damned wet they get for me, and each other. They were both insatiable, Elena only slightly less so, and well, I was a man. So I wasn’t going to say no to either of the devastating beauties and extremely talented lovers.

  Elena said, “That wasn’t an answer?”

  It was my turn to snort, “You think I’d say no?”

  Elena giggled, “Good point.”

  They both took one of my hands, and we headed inside.

  The one exception to the skirts and dresses always being worn was the workout, so after our pre-workout in the bed I’d laid out both a new skirt and top outfit. A black skirt with white designs that was quite swishy, casual, and went down to lower thigh, and a white blouse with black designs. But I also put down white Lycra shorts and a bright red sports bra for her workout while those two finished up in the shower.

  It was one of their private intimate moments, they always both washed me, usually blew me as a team too, and then sent me on my way. Short assignations of emotional intimacy, as I said. That part was more important than private sexy times, in my opinion, and it was working for now.

  Regardless, done dressing my naughty one, I pulled on a pair of shorts and t-shirt good for working out, and headed down to the workout room on the first floor.

  I froze as I walked in. I knew the coven was home on the weekends, but they knew when we used the workout room and usually avoided it between eight and ten in the morning. Sure, we only worked out for an hour, but the start time after training varied at times.

  Angela, Valerie, and Karen were in there working on three machines.

  Angela was leggy and lithe, with a tight heart shaped ass, gloriously long legs, and delightfully torpedoed B cups, and she had on nothing but a leotard and extremely tight and short shorts. She had light blonde hair and gray eyes, and a cute oval face.

  Valerie was petite at five feet two inches, with reddish brown hair, bright green eyes, and petite sexpot body. She was even curvier than my Elena in her similar height, with her generous and fully rounded C cups, which were quite defined in the skintight halter top without a bra. She had a pixy beauty to her face, and I already knew she had a bubbled ass if not quite as mouthwatering as Elena’s petite one, but it was still more than simply nice to look at.