Pantheon or Bust

  The Gods’ Rebirth: Book Three

  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

  Epilogue

  Afterword:

  About the Author

  Other erotic fantasies by D. R. Rosier:

  Non-erotic Fantasy titles:

  Book Description

  Chapter One

  The mid-July day was blisteringly hot, the water of the pool was cool and soothing on my back as I floated there. It’d been just a week since the fourth of July celebration at the coven mansion, which had been a blast. A little over two weeks until the next two goddesses showed up.

  The last week had been slow as far as trouble, another nice break for the next wave of crap headed our way. Amber, disappointingly enough, hadn’t come back for another round of angry grudge sex, yet.

  Amber was a sexpot. Short at five foot three, yet lushly curvaceous with proud heart shaped D cups and a juicy rounded ass with a mouthwatering thin waist in between. Her body was pure sex on a stick, and I wanted to plow it again badly. She had a regal classic beauty, with an oval face, strong cheekbones, and light tanned skin. Her hair was brown, the lightest brown possible without earning the appellation dirty blonde, and she had expressive hazel eyes, which usually expressed bitchiness.

  But my hope was she’d still come around, at least we’d made a little progress last week. Ironically perhaps, the angry woman was my goddess of comedy. Go figure. Our pet names for each other were a work in progress, obviously, since I called her sexpot, and she called me asshole.

  All my other ladies were sunning on the lounges outside the pool, and they were lovely to look at.

  June, my first goddess and one I loved beyond reason, was absolutely beautiful. Angelic innocent beauty, with soft cheekbones and an innocent allure of face, with rosy full lips, dark blue eyes, and extremely curly hair, with shimmering midnight black ringlets running down her back. At the moment, she was in her favorite red bikini, and her sexy body looked amazing in it. She was five foot six in height, with a perfectly proportional body. Thirty-six C, eighteen, thirty-six. Her breasts were rounded C cups, and so very gravity defying, and her tight heart shaped ass was to die for.

  She was my sweet innocent goddess, not that she couldn’t be depraved, I mean outside the bedroom. She was loving, sweet, and accommodating for all my other lovers, a quiet supportive leader of my harem on the ladies’ side of things, and my pet names for her were babe and sexy. All my women seemed to adore the sexist pet names, and I liked using them, usually as playful accusation, and June liked to call me sir, it made her submissiveness and sexuality purr to do so. She was my goddess of epic poetry, or as it’s called now, novels.

  Lily laid beside her in the same lounger, they were cuddling under the sun, and looked amazing doing so. As much as they loved me, they carried on well together and were in love too. Lily was my extremely light and straight blonde goddess, her hair falling in a curtain of liquid sunlight. She also had the sexiest light gray eyes I’d ever seen, with slightly bowed lips and fair skin. If June’s beauty could be called naturally innocent, my Lily was pure adorableness. Adorably hot and beautiful, and sexy beyond belief. Her body was that of a dancer, toned and firm. She had deliciously long legs that went on forever. Her lithe curves included the sexiest rounded B cups in existence, with huge nipples, alluringly gentle curves, followed by the most petite bubbled ass I’d ever seen. Currently, she was in a white bikini. That one and a dark blue one were her favorites, but I’d also seen her in red and black.

  Lily was a sweetheart too, but far bolder of personality. She was my goddess of dance, and she danced exotically for me often, turning me insane with lust. She hadn’t run out of sexy outfits yet either, her old stripper clothes before we’d bought a place for her. Well, it was still in the process, anyway. She also had a tendency to babble and get cutely nervous, and she loved to embrace her inner fake bimbo when seducing me, totally owning the stereotype proudly.

  It'd only been about twelve days since she joined us, but I knew for sure now I loved her deliriously, and she’d fallen in love with me four days after we met. The club, the painting, and the way I took care of them and doted on them had swept her away and won her heart. She was truly delicious, and my pet name for her was gorgeous, and she called me honey. Almost from the moment we met.

  The only other thing to say about them was they were mine. Literally, through the bonds and our godly mantels. They both would do anything I asked, and they preferred me to just take them and enjoy their bodies at my whim. At the same time, also by our mantels and personalities, I was completely wrapped around their little fingers. I’d do anything for them, and me guiding them and laying the world at their feet was my true ambition in this life.

  There was also no forgetting my wild witch. Brenna was a light blue eyed and bright redheaded witch, my servant by her choice, and my adherent, worshipper, or what have you. She looked barely legal, and her body was, but only because I’d reversed her age with a spell. She was as wise and intelligent as she was depraved and mine, and really eighty-seven years of age.

  Her beauty was a severe beauty, with prominent cheekbones, also exotic as she was half Latina, half Irish, with pouty blowjob lips. She was five foot four, with pert torpedo shaped B cups and a juicy bubbled ass, and pure seduction for me when she wanted to be. Which was most of the time. I know what happened with Amber still haunted her, but she was back to wanting to be dominated and taken, not all that different than my goddesses that way, except perhaps even more servile. She literally worshipped me.

  Those were the core of our family, plus six more goddesses that hadn’t yet appeared, and would be appearing in twos over the next three moon cycles. Regardless, I had other lovers besides. The twins most noteworthy, they were truly barely legal hot redheads, and took after their grandmother in beauty and wildness. We were still meeting once a week for sex, and the last time had been that morning, so I wouldn’t see them again for a while.

  It all came about because the ladies have no rules for me, for them I’m in charge. So I’d had to set my own. Indiscriminate sex wasn’t healthy, so I’d limited my extra-harem affairs to beautiful women who were also in some way or another connected to me, at least acquaintances, either socially or through business.

  Those two were the only steady weekly affair I had thus far, but there had been a couple of one offs, including a dark brown haired and eyed rich beauty that had bought one of my paintings.

  The only other thing worth noting, was that over the last week I’d completed the house restoration. Repaired the walls, painted the walls, ceilings, and moldings. The house was in great shape now, and I expected I’d be able to flip it for fifty k more than I’d paid for it, so good enough and worth the effort.

  It’d only been a week, but some things were coming, and it was about to get a bit crazy again. In a lot of ways, it would the hardest week of my life… so far.

  The scent of beef tips, rice, carrots, and parsnips were delicious as I sat down. The stew also had onions and spices, and it had a very thick brown consistence. There was also some bread to spread it across, and I could hardly wait to taste it. Brenna was an amazing cook, and so was June when she threw a hand in. Lily was in my camp, we were just happy eating their labors.

  Lily was smirking down at her phone, then switched it off and put it up as we all sat down.

  She winked at me, “Did you know you have fan sites?”

  “What?”

  June giggled.

  Lily nodded, “Quite a few actually, all the known gods which aren’t many right now. Anyway, there’s a site where hundreds of women profess their desire to have your babies. I think they’re hoping you find the site and then find them, because they’ve included pictures and mini-bio blurbs, like a dating site. The pictures and offers are rather racy.”

  June snickered, and Brenna’s lips were twitching.

  My lips twitched, “Not tempted. How about you ladies?”

  Lily shrugged, “Of course, a lot more men than your women have professed a desire to do naughty things to us, but you know women outdo men in that arena. The groupie mentality is a bit deeper than a man’s casual and crude lust at a sexy woman in passing. Far more women stalkers than the male variety as well.”

  Lily winked teasingly, then turned to June, “There’s also a few naughty fanfiction sites dedicated to you. Well, all of us, speculating on what depravities we get up together, but you’re the focus. I think they’re hoping you inspire them, I’d argue you are already.”

  June blushed, “You read them?”

  Lily shrugged, “Skimmed, some of them aren’t bad actually. Anyway, I’m teasing but also bringing it up because we need to be aware of it. Fans that transition into stalkers
need to be on our radar, as much as enemies.”

  Brenna asked, “What made you think to look?”

  Lily bit her lip, “I’ve had a handful of stalkers from my three years of exotic dancing. Fortunately, nothing terrible happened, but it could’ve if I wasn’t paying attention and exercising caution when leaving the club or arriving.”

  I sighed “Fair enough. That might even be more worrisome than protestors, once one or two of these types are turned down.”

  Lily nodded, “Exactly. We’re gods, so a straightforward assault would obviously fail, but we can be drugged, if not poisoned.”

  Our immortal bodies were immune to poison and disease, but we could still get drunk, so it made sense we could be roofied.

  June giggled, “And those women could smile at Mark.”

  Lily snorted playfully, “Very dangerous, he’d never escape that.”

  I raised an eyebrow, and then took the high road and ignored their teasing as I dug into my stew.

  Brenna smirked, “Fortunately he has that charm and spell, just in case.”

  “Eh tu, wild witch?”

  Brenna winked.

  It was worth noting while they were teasing me for being a male slut, they were also turned on by the idea of it and my virility. Still, no complete strangers got to ride my dick, and they knew that. I also always wore two of them, the healing if injured charm and the bulletproof one. The contraceptive one I only wore when I went out.

  “The stew is fantastic,” I deflected.

  Brenna smiled, “Thanks.”

  We all turned and looked toward the front of the house, even if we couldn’t see it, as the wards told us some people were on the edge of our property. I didn’t feel any magic, so it wasn’t one of the supernatural races, definitely human.

  Lily said, “Maybe it’s one of those stalkers now.”

  We all got up and headed to the living room window.

  I quipped, “Thank the gods, it’s only protestors, and not hot smiling females.”

  That made them all giggle as we took the sight in. There had to be about thirty people out there with signs, pacing along the sidewalk in a thin loop, and some of them were stepping onto our property while walking on the inside of their other comrades. It was humanity first, and I suspected it had to do with the bust last week, when thirteen of their people along with Nancy Gregorio were arrested. Sixteen including the three arsonist suicide bombers. It probably pissed them off, but it took a week to arrange this since the local chapter had pretty much been in disarray without leadership.

  The signs said things like Reject the False Gods, Humanity First, and several other pithy and pointed messages.

  I sighed, “The protest is only a little annoying, but the wards going off constantly is going to degrade our awareness of true threats.”

  Brenna said, “At least we know none of them have violent intent, just a hateful one. But you’re right, I don’t want my mind trained to ignore the alarm, so to speak.”

  “Maybe we should just tell them they’re being exposed to magic by walking on our lawn. I doubt they’d like that concept, and suggest they march their loop on the sidewalk and grass between the sidewalk and curb and they’ll be safe from its witchy touch.”

  Brenna snickered, “Why not. I’ll be right back.”

  I gripped her ass and pulled her against me, “You’re not going out there alone.”

  Brenna said breathily, “Of course, Mark. Anything you say,” her eyes dreamy at my possessive claim and protectiveness.

  I used to hide my insane protectiveness from them, but I’d learned not to. They loved it so I gave it full reign. The only time they ever argued was when I was going into a truly dangerous situation, then they were all determined to join me.

  But this wasn’t all that dangerous in truth, so June and Lily stayed at the window while the two of us left the living room and headed out the door, then down the walk at a relaxed and hopefully unalarming pace.

  One of the protestors shouted, “The false god!” and pointed in unnecessary drama.

  I waved casually, “That’s me. So listen, there is magic on our property that defends us. Witchcraft, and you people are stepping all over it.”

  It was almost humorous, as several of them on the lawn jumped back, like they might get the cooties or something. As I’d hoped, their blind fear and hate sprouting from their ignorant racist beliefs would handle the problem.

  One of them shouted, “He just wants us to leave, don’t listen.”

  I shook my head casually, “Nope. Well, yes, but I’m not lying. If you stay on the sidewalk and the grass between it and the curb you won’t be interacting with magic. Our magic stops at the sidewalk. Enjoy your day under the sun, it’s going to be a scorcher out here. We’ll be in the pool sipping iced tea.”

  Brenna snickered as I swung her around and we headed back for the house.

  “What if that doesn’t work?”

  I shrugged, and said playfully, “Then we kill them all and hide the bodies.”

  She snorted and whapped my chest.

  I grinned, then quipped, “You’re right, safer to incinerate the bodies so they’re never found,” then I said more seriously, “Or we could just call the cops, technically it’s trespassing. Or we could add a ding sound to the outer ward, or a loud gong, that’ll go off every time they step past the border. At least, for the duration of the protest.”

  She nodded, “That last one doesn’t sound bad, and it should get them to stop. If they’re smart enough to notice the pattern, anyway.”

  “If none of that works, save the slaughter part which was a joke, I’ll go to Lowes and buy a damned fence.”

  She snickered, as we headed back inside. Despite our banter, our wards hadn’t gone off once since we’d left the group behind, and several of them were looking fearfully at the grass by the edge of the sidewalk, as if it might attack them.

  I was fairly sure we’d just solved the problem, but time would tell…

  Chapter Two

  The vision later that night was frozen as I tried to figure out where I was. It was a vast government building, and it wasn’t long before I spotted the FBI emblem. It was my first vision in a week, and I exercised Nate’s advice, and the response was overwhelming as twenty faces flickered through my mind. All of them minor gods and goddesses of a somewhat negative mantel. Pestilence, famine, rage, destruction, and the list went on. The last one clued me in to what I might be seeing, as I saw Nancy’s face, discord reborn. This FBI building must be where they were holding her.

  The next thing I noted was the time, which was exactly eleven PM tomorrow night.

  Knowing it couldn’t be good, I let the vision play out. The gods and goddesses invaded the building with teleportation, right outside the secure holding area for supernaturals. The wards were incredibly strong and cast by a full coven, but each and every god was worth a coven of witches on their own. A trio of goddesses absolutely destroyed the wards with a spell of unravelling.

  Then a couple of males rushed in while the rest took up positions at the entrances to the area to repel anyone responding to the wards going down.

  It was unnecessary however, since the two gods didn’t take long at all in ripping open Nancy’s cell door, they must’ve been minor war gods and extremely strong, like the one in New York that I’d stopped last month.

  One of the gods grabbed the cuffs, and they flash heated and melted off Nancy’s wrists, which had her screaming and glaring at the man breaking her out of prison.

  A split second after that, all thirty-one gods disappeared in golden spheres of light, one of them men taking his partner and Nancy too, no doubt because Nancy wouldn’t know where to go.

  I did some research and didn’t like the results. I couldn’t see where they’d went, and I couldn’t see where they’d been before the attack. That meant they were with someone stronger than I was, which was also a shock for another reason, I’d thought Nate had been the only tier one god to come into their powers twelve days ago.

  I’d done all I reasonably could, and I mentally flinched to see if there was anything else, to switch to another vision of problems or anything of significance to me.

  And there was.