Love, Pleasure, and Politics

  Love and Darkness: Book One

  Author: D. R. Rosier

  Copyright 2024. 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

  Natasha

  Chapter Two

  Gary

  Chapter Three

  Natasha

  Chapter Four

  Gary

  Chapter Five

  Natasha

  Chapter Six

  Gary

  Chapter Seven

  Natasha

  Chapter Eight

  Gary

  Chapter Nine

  Natasha

  Chapter Ten

  Gary

  Chapter Eleven

  Natasha

  Chapter Twelve

  Gary

  Chapter Thirteen

  Natasha

  Chapter Fourteen

  Gary

  Chapter Fifteen

  Natasha

  Afterword:

  About the Author

  Other erotic fantasies by D. R. Rosier:

  Non-erotic Fantasy titles:

  Book Description

  Chapter One

  Natasha

  Did you ever wake up with the taste of regret in your mouth? I did that morning. My bed was warm and comfortable, but my head was killing me. Last night had been my last night on campus for the first semester of my senior year. We had four weeks off before I had to go back in mid-January for one more semester, graduate, and get my psychology bachelor’s degree.

  Regardless, I’d been drunk and between boyfriends, and out partying with my roommate and her latest boy toy. I never really liked him, but I loved my roommate Ginger, so when she’d asked me to do a threesome for his birthday… I’d said yes. My breath was the foul proof of that, as I rolled out of bed with a sigh.

  Worse, it’d been my birthday too, my twenty first so I’d overdone the drinking a bit.

  It wasn’t the threesome I regretted, and it wasn’t the first one I’d had by a long shot. It was just Brian that I regretted, since the guy made my skin crawl. I mean, I had a fairly liberal view of sex being the daughter of a god with like, a zillion lovers. Slight exaggeration, it was twenty-one at last count, plus all those one night stands I hear about in the social news. My mother of course, was one of his long-term lovers, and he’d been around most of my life, which had probably had an influence on me.

  Another influence that way was magic. My contraceptive potions were one hundred percent reliable, unlike the human versions. I also didn’t have to worry about disease. Without pregnancy or VD to worry about, and my parent’s examples, well let’s just say I’d really enjoyed my college experience guilt free.

  Don’t get me wrong though, I wasn’t a floozy or a slut.

  I mean, I wasn’t cheater, and I only ever dated or slept with one man at a time. Threesomes with two men? No thanks. I mean, it was a little hot in concept, the idea I was so attractive and so desirable to the men in the tribe, so to speak. But two men in bed meant trouble, and if there was no trouble it meant they didn’t really like me at all. Men were possessive after all, so if they didn’t fight for the majority of my attentions, then they were just using me as a dick warmer, which wasn’t an option for me.

  I loved sex, but I didn’t do empty sex as a rule.

  More than that, I preferred extremely possessive men. I wanted someone to rock my world and take their pleasure in me, as long as they cared about me and treated me right outside of bed, that is. The idea of finding two cucks for instance to overcome the other issues, turned my stomach.

  So, it was a situation best avoided. But sharing a man with a woman friend and occasional lover, nothing better. At least, the right ones. Some women could be even more competitive than a man, but the right friend and occasional lover could make a threesome an amazing experience with a boyfriend or even just a hookup.

  I frowned at my memories of last night and my bad judgement after one too many sambuca lemonades. At least I’d had the good sense to call for a ride home. I seem to remember my mom’s chauffer Charlie picking me up, and one of the security guys drove my car home.

  I shook off the wooziness with a head shake, and then blinked when it worked too well. I was a legend in college of course, the first demi-goddess born since the gods returned, and besides being a fair hand at witchcraft, I was athletic, flexible enough to wow my lovers and take to martial arts like I’d been born to it, and I had a strong constitution. My hangovers never lasted long, but that was ridiculous.

  I was also known as the billionaire heiress, of my mother’s fortune, and my trust was already extremely large. I hadn’t really inherited my mom’s fear of male poachers though. Men interested in just my money or just my body. I could always spot them coming a mile away. Dad says it’s my demi-god intuition at work, recognizing the truth of people.

  Which meant I really had given the pleasures of my mouth to a man who really didn’t deserve it at all last night. I shivered, and I couldn’t wait to get the taste of it out of my sour mouth, though half the stink was from alcohol. On the good side, at least I didn’t let him have my pussy or ass, but my mind was telling me he just maybe had enjoyed my rounded DD breasts. Things were a bit fuzzy in places.

  I moved into the bathroom and then winced as I looked into the mirror. My beautiful silky dark brown hair looked like a bird’s nest gone wrong. My dark brown eyes looked bloodshot, and I blushed furiously when I saw my hair had dried cum in it. Had Charlie seen that? I felt so mortified I covered my face with my hands and let out a groan. I was still in the halter top and shorts I’d been wearing, though I had no idea where my bra had gotten to, and I felt disgusting. The dried cum also verified my foggy thoughts that he had taken my breasts and nutted in my face. Damn, I swear I’ll never drink again to excess.

  I wished strongly with a surge of mortification that it’d never happened, that I didn’t look like I was in a wreck last night. Something deep within me stirred strongly and answered that wish.

  My whole body tingled, as I felt power move through me. I froze in shock as I lowered my hands, just in time to see the golden glow fade. I shook my head in denial, that was impossible, I was a demigoddess, not a goddess. All the gods had returned twenty-two years ago, I couldn’t be a goddess.

  I looked up into the mirror, and then just gaped at my reflection in shock. Plus, I felt clean and smooth, like I’d just stepped out of the shower and put lotion on.

  I mean, I was a beautiful girl, athletic body save my DD breasts, and a classically beautiful face, and seductive eyes and lips. But… I’d never looked that good before. I looked like I’d just spent several hours primping in front of a mirror before a date. My hair was straight, flowing down my body and shinier than it ever had been before. No split ends, and my dark tan complexion was flawless. My eyes clear, and my eyebrows perfectly plucked, while my eyelashes looked longer, thicker, and darker.

  I started to hyperventilate when I realized I had makeup on. Not a lot, just around the eyes, a little blush on the cheeks, and a clear lip gloss on my naturally pink lips. I looked back down at my fingernails, to see they were painted a pink color matching my lips, and when I leaned forward to look past my breasts my toenails were painted the same color. My nails were even longer, like nail tips at the salon, except real.

  My legs were smooth and when I checked, my underarms were as well, despite being almost two days since I’d shaved last. When I checked, my landing strip above my pussy was also perfectly groomed with no hair anywhere else.

  I frowned, then I felt dizzy and leaned against the sink.

  Beauty. Aphrodite. Clarissa. Dad had killed Clarissa, about a month before he’d met and knocked up my mother. Holy shit! I was Aphrodite reborn… again. Her… my soul, had chosen to be born to her killer. If that wasn’t a sign that dad had done the right thing in hitting the reset button on her insane end-worlding ass, I don’t know what would be. I had no past memories, but maybe that whole me had known dad would protect me, raise me in love.

  I started to cry at the well of emotion that brought up, strangely thankful to myself apparently, as well as my mother’s and father’s love.

  I was hyperventilating again too, and I did my best to breathe calmly, as I sat down on the toilet.

  I calmed myself with deep breaths, then looked within. My power, a god’s power, was intuitive. I knew that from growing up around my father and so many goddesses. He’d explained it all to me, focus on the ends not the means. My power literally told me what it could do. Love, pleasure, beauty, and fertility were mine.

  I was a tier-one god, and I knew exactly what I had to do now. Well, I’d have to plan it out first.

  But before that, I followed the heartache I felt. The longing love and desire, the loneliness. It led me out of my room, and straight to my mother’s office. It wasn’t a shock to feel it, not in discovery I mean. I’d seen those denied needs in her before. My gift of intuition, along with just… paying attention. I hadn’t known how to help before, but I hoped, I believed, that I did now.

 
My power guided me as I pushed open the door and went inside.

  She looked similar to me, I’d gotten her looks and features, hair and eyes, even her huge tits, if one cup size smaller. Mom was triple D. Not that I minded, DD already attracted too many guys, to my way of thinking.

  She was working on the computer, likely looking over her business interests. I’d minored in business, so I’d at least be a good steward of my inheritance, but my passion had been psychology. I wasn’t sure what I’d do now, couples therapy? I suppressed a snicker at that thought, and then got back on focus.

  “Mom, we need to talk. There might be bullying involved.”

  She looked up in surprise from her computer, “You’re awake already? On the morning after my twenty-first, I didn’t wake up until noon, and my mind didn’t work until dinnertime.”

  I chuckled.

  She turned her chair, “So what are we talking about?”

  I sat down, “You, mom. Go to him. Tell him you love him. Tell him you’re his, and let him take care of you.”

  She frowned, “It’s not that easy, pumpkin. I have responsibilities, and he has eight goddesses, a fae, and a witch to take care of. They all look nineteen still, while I… don’t.”

  I snorted, “You’re still hot, mom. Even at forty-five. He’s still coming here every Tuesday to stink up the house with you, do you think he cares about that?”

  She blinked, “You know about that?”

  I giggled, “For seven years now, mom. It worked when I was a kid, but I could recognize the stench of sex every Tuesday like clockwork. Always the living room, sometimes the kitchen, the stairs, your office, the…”

  I trailed off in amusement as she held up a hand.

  She sighed, “You’re right, he still wants me. We have a special affair, but that’s all it is.”

  I shook my head, “You can’t have it both ways, mom. Either he comes for your body or because he loves you. I think it’s both, by the way, you really do look amazing. You’re afraid to face rejection or worry he’ll get designs on your money. That won’t happen, either of them.”

  She asked, “Then why hasn’t he ever asked me to?”

  I smiled, “Because of your fears. He’s always given you what he thinks you need. If you tell him what you really want, he’ll put it on a platter.”

  She asked, “Which is what?” a little sharply.

  I ignored that, “To be possessed and cherished, to be his princess and whore. You’ve been the second for twenty years, and only the first for short moments of cuddling. Don’t you think it’s time you claim the former completely?”

  Her eyes went wide in shock, probably because princess and whore were their little game and her pet names from dad.

  I shrugged, “I may have listened once or twice, I was young and curious. You could be his third advisor, help Brenna manage his wealth, and he loves you mom. I know he does, and he’ll lay the world at your feet. He’ll never ask, because he’s afraid if he tries to deepen things that you’ll get paranoid about our fortune.

  “I mean, you are hot at forty-five, but he’s surrounded by woman that look my age. He’s been loving you for twenty-two years almost. Don’t make me use my power on you, I’m a goddess now, you know.”

  She snickered, “Sure you are.”

  I showed her my empty hands, then held up a finger and muttered a fire spell, and a small flame appeared above my fingertip.

  “No component, mom. Only a goddess can do that, you know that. I certainly complained about it enough over the years when Brenna taught me magic. It was also my twenty-first birthday last night. Mom, I can feel the love inside you. Let it out. If he wanted your money he could’ve gotten it a long time ago, using compulsion or influence. I’m a lot like you, mom. I don’t have that paranoia though, because of my intuition.”

  She blinked, “I… need a moment to absorb this.”

  “Plus, mom… no, never mind. You’ll find out if you go to him. Give yourself to him, worship him, and let him spoil you.”

  I was going to mention if she truly committed to him, did she think he’d leave her at her current appearance and age? Of course he’d keep her young, just like he restored Brenna’s youthful beauty every three or four years. He just couldn’t do that for his casual lovers, and that’s what mom was at the moment at her own choice.

  But the truth was it wasn’t the reason I wanted mom to go. I shouldn’t tempt her with immortality and beauty. It would… mar it. She needed to go for love, for what she needed from him, in love, trust, and faith.

  She sighed, “That’s more tempting than you know.”

  I shook my head, “I’m like you, mom. I know exactly how tempting that is. I’d love to find a guy like dad. I need the same things, to be cherished, spoiled rotten by a man, but also used for his pleasure and feel owned in bed… goddess, never mind. This is about you, not me, but I did inherit more than your looks, goddess or not. Has he ever let you down?” I asked that last pointedly.

  She flinched, “Not once.”

  I shrugged, “Then what are you waiting for? Shall I call on Charlie?”

  She smirked, “Is this the bullying part?”

  I nodded, “I’d never compel or influence you, so I have to resort to bullying.”

  She giggled, “I see. I guess I was too afraid to lose what we had to try for more. Especially while you were growing up. I was afraid if I scared him away that he might stop coming to see you every day and be a wonderful dad. Also my fears, but not just of the money, I honestly don’t see why he’d want me with him every day.”

  I winked, “Every third day, mom. You’d get to play with goddesses the other two. All my yummy and hot aunts would be yours to play with too.”

  She gasped at my salaciously wistful tone, then chuckled, “You are my daughter, aren’t you?”

  I laughed, “Little bit wicked and bi you mean? Yes. We haven’t exactly ever talked about sex and attraction before, not so frankly anyway. But… I’m more open about that kind of thing now, even with my mother. Ick.”

  She laughed, “A side effect of deification?”

  I nodded, “Specific to my mantle actually, but yes. Can’t have one without the other. So, please tell me I convinced you, or I’ll have to go tell dad to put you and keep you in line.”

  She bit her lip, “I have a board meeting this morning. I’ll text your father at lunchtime and see if he can come over this afternoon. If I have to throw myself at him to fix his false perceptions, I want him to at least make the effort to come to me first.”

  I chuckled, “Good. Mom, you really do deserve him, and we both know he deserves you.”

  She blushed, “Yes, he does. Alright, I have to work now. This was a strange conversation, I feel like the child, and I’m not even angry about it.”

  I shrugged, “No compulsion or influence, but I still have the aura of a goddess, and you can feel that, or a part of you can. Love you, mom.”

  She smiled, “Love you too, Natasha. Be careful, would you? Your father gets himself into binds all the time, being a god is dangerous.”

  “I’ll do my best.”

  I stood up and walked out, thankful she’d said be careful, and not be safe. Because I wasn’t planning on being safe at all. Careful yes, safe no.

  The first thing I had to do was track down Nate’s mobile prison, otherwise known as Gary, the rebirth of Erebus, the god of darkness. I also needed a plan to deal with the fallout, and one that would prevent further pettiness from a certain king of the gods.

  It was seriously time for a Pantheon makeover. Beauty pun intended.

  It’d been twenty-one years since I’d been born, far too long a wait to meet my long-lost hot aunt, Amber. That bastard had kept her in Tartarus for over twenty years, just for mouthing off disrespectfully. I didn’t believe that for a second, he was keeping her on ice to keep dad in line and because he’s a petty tyrant.

  I wasn’t waiting any longer, and neither was dad. He’d never talked about it with me, but I’d always been able to sense his pain from that, and June had filled me in on the tale when I was in high school. Now I could finally do something about it.

  It was the least I could do for the man that raised me, and Nate had earned more than that comeuppance. More than that, my mantel demanded it, out of love and for love. I’d just have to be careful.