Consequences Due

  The Gods’ Rebirth: Book Two

  Author: D. R. Rosier

  Copyright 2023. 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:

  About the Author

  Other erotic fantasies by D. R. Rosier:

  Non-erotic Fantasy titles:

  Book Description

  Chapter One

  The hot late-June sun filled the backyard. It’d been exactly twenty-seven days since that morning on my birthday, when everything had changed. The day I’d woken up to learn I was born a god, but my power hadn’t been available to me until my twenty-first year.

  The teardrop shaped in-ground pool felt amazing under the heat of the hot sun, my body floating on the surface as I relaxed back. I’d gotten a number of things done on the restoration, including adding a gazebo and pool to the backyard. The outside was pretty much done, I’d gotten it the way I liked it with the gardens, grass, bushes, and yard ornaments. The inside I’d just gotten started on, and I was starting with a kitchen remodel and to restore the architectural accents of the walls and carved moldings.

  The art showing debut was actually later that night, and Allison was holding back on displaying the paintings until then, so I hadn’t sold any, yet. Technically I was even broker than when it all started.

  However, it turned out that June was a far more successful author than she’d let onto in our first week together, and she’d lent me the money so that I could get started on things. Let’s just say after I sold those paintings, if I did as well as Allison suspected, that I’d be the second millionaire in the house, not the first. Regardless, the last few weeks I’d been spending half my day restoring, and the other half in leisure and pursuing my intimate relationships.

  June looked incredibly alluring in a dark blue bikini that matched her eyes. Her shimmering midnight ringlets were up in a tight bun, revealing her graceful neck, petite ears, and the full angelically innocent beauty of her face. Her full rosy lips were slightly parted as she looked over at me. Her body of course, was a perfect hourglass of symmetrical proportion, at five foot six in height, with proud C cups and a firm heart-shaped ass.

  She was the same age I was, but still nubile and perfect, looking no older than nineteen, and in our immortal bodies she never would look any older. She also loved my eyes on her, made her feel cherished and sexy, and our powers and the bond through our mantels ensured she knew our connection was far deeper than that. But, being a nymph goddess and one of the muses, her sensuality was extremely important to her, she lived to seduce me, and that hadn’t changed at all. She was still my eager all in one harem of four beauties, and I saw those three roleplay alter egos often.

  She was also mine, by power and by her free will, and the truth was I loved her deliriously by that time of my life. She was… intoxicating and constantly compelling to me. I’d be confessing that love of her soon, but the timing on it hadn’t been quite right yet.

  Brenna, our other lover and our worshipping witch, our servant, friend, advisor, and chef, was also in the pool in a white bikini. She’d been in her late eighties when we met, but with the help of a god cast witch spell I’d restored her youth. She was a wise old woman, self-professed slut for us, and an all-around great person, in the body of a hot redheaded barely legal teen. Hot as hell, with the sexual experience of over sixty years, and a completely insatiable need to use it on me often.

  Her hair was a bright red, and she had light blue eyes. Her skin was a golden tinged light brown, thanks to her mixed parentage with Latina and Irish genes, and she’d gotten the best of both. Exotically beautiful, with severe cheekbones and pouty lips. Her body was petite at five foot four, with proud torpedo shaped B cups, and a deliciously meaty and supple bubbled ass.

  After restoring her youth, she’d seduced me with bold words and by the expedience of getting naked, just to say she’d sucked off and been drilled by a god. Of course, I’d claimed her, the vision telling me I could take her as mine if I wanted. She’d been thrilled, and as far as I could tell that hadn’t lessened appreciably. She was still thrilled by my attention.

  I loved her too. But it was a little more complicated because of the worship part, our relationship wasn’t equal, and while she loved me it was a love and lust of a servant for their god. No amount of discussion could change her mind on that, or to get her to treat me as an equal.

  The last few weeks had been pretty quiet, a time to reflect, catch up, and take a breath. I’d had a few dreams about some bad things, but nothing I had to help with. I’d called the FBI, my contact there, Stephanie Carter, and they’d handled it and paid me a thousand dollars a case besides.

  My weekly affair with the eighteen-year-old naughty redheaded and sexy twins was also going strong, I got with them once a week. My middle of the road strategy seemed like a winner, I wouldn’t sleep with strange women throwing themselves at me no matter how hot they were, but acquaintances and friends were on the table, and it was a hot affair. They were good young ladies, truly barely legal, and like their grandmother loved to be dominated and liked rough sex.

  It wasn’t cheating because I had no rules or expectations placed on me by my self-professed harem. I could do whatever I wanted, and it was all out in the open. Though, I was rather circumspect with Kelsey and Meara because Brenna didn’t really want to hear about her granddaughters’ sex lives with her god and lover.

  Anyway, things were about to start moving quickly again, even faster than I was expecting at the time.

  June said, “This is perfect, sir.”

  June liked to call me sir, a pet name of sorts and it made her feel owned. She was free to use my name, but did so rarely, and usually only while cumming on my driving cock. Regardless, I called her babe or sexy often, and she loved that too. She both thought it sexist and loved it. She still overwhelmed me at times, even more so now that I loved her desperately, and I hoped that never changed.

  While Brenna was my wild witch, she mostly called me Mark, and June for some reason mistress. I wasn’t sure why I didn’t get a pet name and she did, but I’ve never asked. She’d probably tell me that a god’s name was a formal mode of address, or something like that. She also still came for me the hardest when I claimed her as mine.

  Brenna interjected, “It is wonderful, he did a good job. It’s going to help when it gets really hot going into July.”

  I nodded, “You think we should host a barbeque, invite your family out on the fourth?”

  Brenna replied, “Actually I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that. We’re invited to the coven house for the fourth, if you want to go.”

  I nodded easily, both because it sounded fun, and because if I didn’t then she wouldn’t get to spend time with her daughters, their husbands, and all the grandchildren and great grandkids. I wouldn’t do that to her, not on a holiday.

  She wouldn’t complain if I did, but I’d feel like a dick, and I wasn’t selfish enough to consider it to begin with.

  “That sound great, just pick up whatever we need to bring, you know what they like to drink and eat.”

  Brenna’s main responsibilities were to cook, shop, warm our bed, and at June’s insistence to dress attractively at all times, so she’d always be a distraction to me. She of course did anything else we asked too.

  Brenna smiled, “Perfect. I’ll make a pasta salad, and I’ll pick up some beer and sodas.”

  No need for fireworks, no doubt the kids would be making fireworks with illusion spells, both lights and sounds.

  “Wait, coven house, so it won’t just be your family?”

  Brenna giggled, “No, the entire coven will be there, all four families. There’s close to forty of us, all said. You haven’t met my oldest yet, she’s the matriarch and can’t wait to meet you.”

  “Your family is great, Brenna. You did an amazing job with them.”

  Brenna blushed, “Thank you, Mark. That means a lot.”

  “The other three families?”

  Brenna snickered, “Nice enough. My family is the largest, and has the strongest witches, so they behave. Not a lot of plotting going on, like in most covens, but there is some friendly competition.”

  June said, “That sounds healthy. How many covens are there?”

  Brenna shrugged, “There’re three in the Chicago area. The Carter coven is the second biggest, then there’s the Meyers.”

  “Carter as in Stephanie?”

  Brenna nodded, “Yes, they have the law enforcement connections, my family is mostly in health and beauty related efforts. We don’t really want to serve human law enforcement, so it’s a good thing, we just run our own businesses and are thankful for the Carters taking on that duty.”


>   I felt my power shift in me, and when I focused on it…

  “Huh, twenty-seven days is an odd number, isn’t it?”

  Brenna tilted her head, “Calendar wise, but it’s the length of a full moon-cycle. Why?”

  “Because I can feel two new nymphs, it looks like the waves of gods are coming in moon phases, which I suppose makes sense being a celestial event. It also means we’ll need a new place within a month, before the fourth and fifth muse goddess joins us. The waves are coming faster than I expected, if we have to take on two more every twenty-seven days.”

  June asked eagerly, “Where are they?”

  I focused on the connections, and it took me a moment to figure it out with farseeing. Mostly by looking for mail nearby.

  “Columbus Ohio and Los Angeles. So I doubt they’re going to stumble across us.”

  June shook her head, “They’ll feel the pull toward you, so they likely would show up once they figure things out. But we should go get them, take them home, and teach them to use their power and witchcraft.”

  I nodded in agreement, “Yes, we won’t wait on them. Eager to meet two of your sisters of power?”

  I was a bit too, but June seemed truly eager.

  June blushed, then nodded, “I really am. I love having you to myself along with Brenna, but it will be even more fun with them here.”

  “How so?” I teased.

  She bit her lip, “Well, in bed. Plus, I’ll have more competition.”

  I grinned, “That’s a good thing?”

  She nodded, “I’ll have to work that much harder to keep your attention and seduce you. I’ve also got some seduction ideas that will take a sister to help me with, and I’ve been waiting for weeks to try them out.”

  I didn’t think I’d ever understand her outlook toward sex and me having all the power in the relationship, but I didn’t have to. I just had to understand it was true, and to give her what she needed. That last part of what she said, well I just pushed it out of my head. She already drove me mad, and she was impossible to resist, add in… yeah.

  Anyway, I wasn’t about to ruin the shock and awe of her surprise seduction by asking for details. That’d ruin the fun for both of us, or at least lessen it.

  They also weren’t really sisters. I mean, their divine power and spirits were, but obviously not related by blood.

  “So, inside, change, and go?”

  They both nodded and we got out of the pool. A quick witchcraft spell dried us off, and we headed inside to change.

  June was in a pink sundress. She’d taken to wearing pink a lot more, once she realized the effect it had on me. It was an innocent color, enhanced by the innocent beauty of her face, and she was just so incredibly overwhelming, beautiful, and innocently seductive in that color. That day was no different, especially with the conservative cut, that only showed me a small amount of her generous C-cup cleavage.

  To be clear, she belonged to me, would follow any order, and was always available to me. At the same time, June had me wrapped around her little finger, and all my power over her engendered in me was a desire to lay the world at her feet and grant her every desire.

  So yeah, I had it bad.

  My wild witch was dressed nicely too, a warm yellow colored blouse, and a stretch black skirt that reached lower thigh.

  Both my ladies tended to wear skirts and dresses a lot, I suspected that was to offer easy access to me, but I wasn’t entirely positive on that. That could’ve just been a happy side benefit. I mean, the day I met June she was in a white sundress, and already had a lot of them in her wardrobe, and of course Brenna had grown up when a proper woman wore a skirt or dress every single day, the nineteen forties and fifties.

  They both had jeans, but I could count on the fingers of one hand how many times I’ve seen them actually wear them, and usually before a fight where a dress just wouldn’t be helpful.

  “You both look lovely, are we ready?”

  June asked, “Aren’t you excited?”

  I nodded, “A bit, yes. Also nervous. Remember our first two days and how unsure you were? I don’t want to overwhelm them, and seduction plans or not they might not jump right into our bed.”

  June bit her lip, “You’re right, they might fight it. So we’re just going to offer.”

  I replied, “Exactly, it’s entirely up to them. I won’t force the issue, no more than I would’ve with you. So I’m cautiously optimistic it’ll work out with bumps, let’s call it.”

  June hugged me, and kissed my cheek lingeringly, “I’ll behave, sir. Promise, no matter how excited I am.”

  I kissed her softly, then she grinned joyfully when she backed up.

  Brenna offered, “I can stay behind, if you think too many will spook them?”

  I tilted my head in thought, then looked at June.

  June chewed her lip, then said, “It’s a point, and next month we can’t show up as five, and six for the second person. With Brenna we’ll be four when we get the second person.”

  “I want you with us, but I also think you’re right. Any more than two will be unnecessarily intimidating. How about we get to know the new person, then drop her off for you to get to know, before we get the next one?”

  Brenna grinned, “Your concern for my feelings is touching, but not relevant. I’m here to serve you, breathlessly, in whatever way you see fit.”

  I pulled her to me and gave her a long kiss, then patted her ass possessively before backing off.

  “So you remind me often, but that doesn’t get me off the hook to act with human decency toward my wild witch.”

  Brenna smirked, “You know what I mean, Mark. I’m joyous in the fact you even still claim me after a month, not upset at all, promise. If you really want to make it up to me…” she started to walk off with a swish in her hips, and she looked over her shoulder, “Bend me over something and plow me later,” then she winked saucily as she disappeared from view into the kitchen.

  She was a hell of a woman.

  For no specific reason at all, except maybe it was closest, I arbitrarily picked Columbus first. I took June’s hand, and I teleported us in a rising spherical globe of golden power.

  The street of the lower to mid middle-class suburb was quiet, the houses were cookie cutter single level ranch style homes. No doubt with a typical three bedroom and one bath setup. Our new goddess was inside a light blue house with white window shutters. The yard was decently tended in a basic way, and the house looked in decent shape, though the paint was fading in some spots, and it could use a power wash.

  The three-foot chain-link fence had a beware of dog sign, but I was fairly confident that wouldn’t be a problem as I opened it up, went through, and then closed it behind us before heading up the walk.

  June moved in front of me and rang the bell, then backed into me and smiled up at me when I wrapped my arms around her from behind.

  The barking started almost immediately, and I suppressed a snort. Beware of dog, from the barks, the thing was a little yappy thing.

  June squeezed my hand, then stepped forward and to the side as the door cautiously opened a small amount, no doubt so the ankle biter wouldn’t get out.

  Extremely light blonde hair and light gray eyes appeared in the small gap, on an adorably beautiful heart shaped face with very light cheekbones. So adorable it more than gave June’s illusion of the light brunette’s adorable beauty a run for its money. She had extremely fair skin and slightly bowed lips. I was also guessing she was about five foot nine, from the place her head was.

  Her gray eyes widened slightly when she took in June, but when her eyes shifted to me she stopped breathing as her eyes went even wider. She bent down and picked up the dog, then pulled open the door with a smile on her face, “Come on in.”

  Her body also came into view, and she was dressed in black yoga pants and a red sports bra. Her breasts were rounded B cups, and from her turn I could see her ass was bubbled like Brenna’s and the twins, but far more petite. Her delicious legs went on for miles, and they were the toned legs of a dancer.

  June said, “I’m June, and this is Mark.”

  She nodded almost absently, as her eyes looked into mine.

  Then she said softly, “I belong to you, don’t I,” her voice warm and expressive.