Goddess of Darkness

  Love and Darkness: Book Three

  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

  Prologue

  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

  Gary

  Chapter Twelve

  Natasha

  Epilogue

  Gary

  Afterword:

  About the Author

  Other erotic fantasies by D. R. Rosier:

  Non-erotic Fantasy titles:

  Book Description

  Prologue

  Three weeks later, mid-January, Washington, D.C. Japanese Embassy.

  Kaya Amari stretched with a lazy yawn and a feeling of bemusement. She’d never felt better in her life, so full of energy, even before her first coffee. Her body was warm, comfortable, and she didn’t even feel sore from her workout yesterday. She grinned as she rolled out of bed and walked into the bathroom, and she glanced at the mirror on the way to her morning absolutions.

  She froze in shock and stared dumbfounded. She’d always taken care of herself, but perfection had always been the unattainable goal to strive for, until now. She frowned as her hand lifted to touch her raven black hair, which was silky soft to the touch and shimmering in the light in a way that declared her body perfectly healthy. I was also absent the few split ends she knew she’d had just yesterday, she’d been planning to get a haircut in the next few days. But it was perfect.

  Her focus shifted to her face, which she could admit without arrogance had always been quite attractive. She’d always had the same soft innocent beauty as her mother, symmetrical with soft cheekbones and fair skin tones, and full lips, but the small flaws were now gone. Her skin looked absolutely perfect, without flaw, almost too beautiful. Even her wide dark gray eyes seemed to pop more.

  She stripped off the sleep shirt, still bemused but also slightly concerned as she looked at her body and twisted it in the mirror. Her C cups were proud and without sag, but that wasn’t unusual for a woman just turning twenty-one. She had one of those perfectly average figures at five foot four inches, a symmetrical hourglass shape slightly on the lush side, with a thin waist and a heart shaped ass and hips that matched her bustline. Her entire body was extremely fair, without blemish, and her delicately pink nipples were hardened as they met the air. Gods, she looked amazing.

  She also felt… strangely aroused.

  Those earlier two disparate thoughts crashed together in her mind. Gods, and just turning twenty-one. She knew the stories, that the gods came into their power at their twenty-first birthday, and she felt invincible in that moment.

  Powerful, without human complaints, and sexy. Could she be a goddess?

  She snorted, but she reached her hand out and felt inside of her with her mind, searching for power. She had a good idea of what all gods could do. Turn invisible, teleport, cast witchcraft, compulsion, influence, farseeing, and all gods could ignore the need to sleep, and poisons and disease had no effect on their immortal and incorruptible bodies.

  Farseeing seemed safest, if she was going to experiment.

  Carlson, her father’s bodyguard came to mind for some reason. American contractor and security consultant, he was in his early thirties, ten years older than Kaya, but she had to admit the man had caught her attention. Strong, silent, muscled, and a face easy to look at. Deep manly voice that strummed desire in her. He’d never done anything inappropriate, but she had enjoyed his eyes on her body and face a few times. A face that would be not only beautiful but exotic to the western man of European descent.

  She’d be mortified if her father the ambassador found out of course, but she’d entertained a few fantasies in her private moments underneath her sheets, usually with strumming fingers.

  The sight of him in her mind’s eye, as she willed herself to see him from afar, hit her right in the libido. She immediately started daydreaming, about him grabbing her, pounding her punishingly, and taking his pleasure from her wildly squirming and writhing body. She wanted to feel him pound her, drive into her with a rutting lust like no other, until he filled her…”

  She gasped and bit her lip, pulling her mind away from that. Her previous fantasies hadn’t involved being used so manfully, to have him all but take her without permission, as she seduced and drove him past human reason into the dark places of the human psyche and he ravished her, punished and used her hard, and then left her twitching in ecstasy as he passed out from the strain.

  What the hell was that? She’d never had a fantasy that was less than… well, not loving, but at least with a certain give and take in bed. Yet, her body was actually trembling at the mere idea of it, her sex glistening, and her nipples painfully tightened and tingling.

  There was also no doubt in her mind she was a goddess, she just didn’t know what one. Witches could scry others, but it took spells and a mirror, or a basin of water.

  What the hell had she become? Or… had the power of a goddess merely unlocked the dark sexual desires she’d kept hidden, even from herself, because of society? That was a disturbing thought, but one that struck her as more likely than the idea her power had completely changed her personality and desires in her companions.

  She didn’t want soft and sweet, she wanted to be taken. Her head became a haze of desire and a fog of lust, at the very thought of it.

  She jumped in the shower, relieved herself in more way than one with the massaging wand and her fingertips, then cleaned up feeling a lot better. She still felt sensual and sexy, and deliciously sated for the moment, and she realized she’d have to get used to it. Her body felt too good, there was no… physical distraction to interrupt her desires. No chills, pains, discomforts, or even soreness.

  She got dressed in a creamy white skirt and blazer, with a light pink blouse underneath. She looked like a lady, even though her powerful orgasm in the shower still lingered in her mind. Her dark desires both alluring and shocking, more than a little scandalous in her mind. She’d always been a good girl, not too good, she was twenty-one, and a far cry from a virgin, but she could still count the number of men she’d been with on a single hand.

  She reached for her brush to brush out her hair one more time, and the handle slapped into her palm. Hmm, telekinesis wasn’t a general power of the gods. She got online on her phone and searched for Greek goddesses with telekinesis.

  There were a few, but only one of them struck a chord with her.

  Nyx, the goddess of night and darkness, daughter of chaos.

  Nyx had telekinesis, but she was also known to draw men to lose their minds and rut into her, even unto their deaths. She grimaced at that last, but chances were some bullshit made it into the myths, after all. Still, those two things matched, as did the fact that would make her a primordial goddess, and on the level of the strongest tier-one gods and goddesses.

  That past part also explained why she felt no real mantel inside of her, no purpose that she felt driven too, outside of maybe seducing Carlson into rutting her, maybe. She blushed at the thought. On the good side Nyx didn’t have an evil reputation, she could do both good and evil to mankind, bring death or blessings. In short, what kind of goddess she was would be entirely up to her.

  Well, there was only one way to find out, only Nyx and Erebus wielded the power of darkness, the power of Tartarus. All she had to do was wield a power that would bring out either darkness, or that golden light most of the gods wielded. Then she would know if her instincts were right on, or if she was just being paranoid.

  Easy peasy.

  She took a deep breath, focused on the breakfast table, and let her power flow.

  Her eyes widened in both a thrill and a foreboding, as darkness billowed around her, and when it faded, she was at the breakfast table.

  “Hi, daddy!”

  He dropped his fork onto his plate, the clattering of silverware on china making her wince, as his mouth hung open.

  She smiled nervously, “Pass the bacon?”

  The trees and cool breeze were comforting, and despite being January in D.C. she was entirely comfortable as she strolled through the mostly empty park.

  The conversation over breakfast could’ve gone better, her mother had been far more accepting of what she’d become. Of course, she didn’t share her new… dark lusts and needs, and she wasn’t at all convinced she’d ever find a man to fulfill them that could still respect her in the morning. But she’d made it clear she had no intention of getting involved with the other gods if she could avoid it.

  She had plans after all. The last semester of college back in Japan started soon, she
’d be getting on a plane in a few days, or maybe she’d just teleport there? Regardless, she had plans to go into government service, make a difference, and find a husband and start a family. She didn’t ask for any of this.

  A woman walked out of the trees. She had light brown hair and blue eyes, was five foot six with a lissome body and a smile on her face that Kaya immediately distrusted. There was no warmth or kindness there, the smile was one of a politician or car salesman. She also had extremely powerful witchcraft about her.

  “Kaya Amari?”

  She frowned, “What do you want?”

  The woman said, “I’m here to tell you some truths, and warn you. My name is Naomi.”

  Kaya frowned, not believing that was her name for a reason she couldn’t nail down. Goddess instinct, her power, she couldn’t be sure.

  She shook her head, “Not interested.”

  Naomi said, “I have a rather more complete grimoire of witchcraft than most, it is yours, and all you have to do is earn it is to listen to me with an open mind. You don’t know it, but you’re in great danger.”

  Kaya frowned, “That was the first true thing you’ve said to me. I’ll listen, but I have no intentions of getting involved with witches or gods. How did you even find me?”

  Naomi waved, “One of the fates owed me a favor. I doubt any but those three could’ve divined who you’d be reborn as, much less where in the world.”

  She held out a hand, “I’m listening.”

  Naomi handed her storage media, and not entirely sure if she could trust her instincts, she pulled out her phone and immediately plugged it in. There were five Acrobat Reader documents, and when she opened them they looked like spells from a witch’s grimoire.

  Naomi waited for her to look back up.

  Naomi said, “The story starts twenty years ago, and revolves around Nyx’s first rebirth. Nate was a corrupt man, almost from the start he abused his powers. I wasn’t even reborn yet, when this took place, but I’ve heard enough witness accounts to be sure of my facts.

  “Nate allowed the humans to arrest and hold gods with a negative mantel, wrote them off in the name of expediency and because he just didn’t care. Gods that really just needed a bit of advice to be set straight. Your first rebirth, and we still don’t know her real name, decided to do something about it.

  “Nate had also been abusing his power, already killing, intimidating, or neutralizing his political enemies, not just those that would trespass against our laws. Regardless, she did remarkably well against the king of the gods. She arranged a breakout, gathered followers by supporting all gods and speaking out against his corruption. She dueled with him several times, and while not destroying him she did cause him to flee.

  “I believe she would’ve won, had she not been betrayed by the rebirth of Erebus. A man named Gary Clark. For twenty years we had to suffer under the bootheel of Nate, Gary, and Brandon and Aria. Those last two under mind control and victims as well, yet the god of war and the goddess of victory were instrumental in keeping him in power so long.

  “Eventually Nate was taken down, just a month ago now in fact, I’m sure you’ve seen the coverage. The humans thought it was a travesty and a tragedy, they still don’t know how monstrous he truly was, nor would it be wise for them to find out, I suppose. He stands a fallen martyr to the cause of peace between races, but he was anything but that.”

  She tilted her head, that was mostly truth, but not all truth, and she wasn’t exactly sure where the shade of lies had come in. That said, it was possible it was just a slight perception deviance from objective truth, everyone had their own take on things. In short, she wasn’t entirely sure if Naomi was trying to deceive her, or merely warn her of a problem she’d inherited.

  She’d even gotten a powerful grimoire from the woman, which would allow her to learn witchcraft. That would be important, tier-one god or not, a single human sniper could kill her right now. Making some charms to prevent such things was one of her priorities.

  Kaya shrugged, “Sounds like a happy ending to me, and this has nothing to do with me.”

  Naomi shook her head, “I wish that were true. When Nate was taken down it was through Gary, the same one that betrayed your last incarnation also betrayed Nate. I believe he got tired of being a partner, and he had decided to rule.

  “At the moment Nate is allied with the goddess of love, who is not to be underestimated, but I believe she is actually under his thrall and compulsion, and that he’s got the upper hand in the relationship. He’s a great danger to you, he killed your last incarnation twenty-two years ago at the urging of Nate.”

  She frowned, “But I’m not her, and I’m not involved in godly politics.”

  Naomi shrugged, “That may be true, but will he believe that? Most people interpret the actions and motivations of others through their own ambition, fears, and desires. He wants to rule, and he would take vengeance, so he sees that same in all others. You can take the chance, stay out of it, but if you do that then he’ll be the one taking you by surprise, again.”

  Kaya asked, “What makes you think they’re not just allies?”

  Naomi said, “How they fight as one. Tier-one gods are at least wary of each other and betrayal, while he allows her to defend them both, so he can focus all of his power into offense. That’s not… rational or natural, not in our world. When he worked with Nate they’d fight toward the same goal, but always protecting themselves at the same time.

  “Anyway, it was their idea that created the council, but I think that’s just a stepping stone, and part of the plan to prevent a worthier leader from rising within the tier-one gods. He means to rule, and he doesn’t care who he needs to enslave or kill on the way to the top.”

  She frowned, the woman really believed that. She wasn’t sure what to think.

  “What are you suggesting?”

  Naomi shrugged, “Just that everyone is entitled to self-defense, and I’ve just informed you that you’re a target of a very powerful and unbalanced individual. He will be wary of you seeking vengeance for your past incarnation’s murder, but right now you have an advantage. No one but the fates or myself has any idea who you are, while you know who he is, and a quick google search will tell you where. His death would free the goddess of love, as well as the goddesses of war and wisdom, retribution, and lascivious partying. He has them all under his thrall, and he abuses them often for his own gratification.

  “If I could stop him I would, but I fear by the time the next incarnation of the king of gods, who hopefully will be more just than the last, he will have attained all of his dark goals, whatever they may be.”

  She wasn’t sure what to think, not yet, but would it hurt to do a little investigating, and at least prepare for the possibility? She’d just found out she was an immortal goddess, with a few dark and shameful lusts, but the last thing she wanted to do was have her immortal life ended before she’d even gotten started living it.

  She’d have to prepare and do some research. Learn witchcraft, and craft some charms to protect her from lesser deadly threats.

  Then, and only then could she make a decision.

  “I’ll consider the matter carefully, and I thank you for the gift.”

  She teleported away, back home, where she could get started on that learning.

  Naomi pinched her lips together. Young, idealistic, peaceful, yet she knew her words would nag at the young woman. She would be a useful pawn in her game, but also a risk, which was why she’d shapeshifted into this form and acted like a witch. There’d be no way to link this to her, if the young woman acted on it and was caught.

  Gary had ruined all of her plans, and she would make him pay. She could see right through his witless attempts at innocence and his long-term deception, he was a man of power, of course he wanted to rule.

  It never even occurred to her, that she was a victim of the same psychology she’d used in her argument, that she was seeing others through her own ambitions, fears, and desires.

  She would rule, she’d come too far to stop now.

  Chapter One

  Natasha

  The sun was bright but did little to warm my skin or the air in January in Chicago. It was my first day back at college, and things were… well, they were different. Almost everyone was staring at me, quite a few, mostly men, with awe, but also some women. They all seemed to know I was a matriculating goddess, and it was a little thrilling and weird to have total strangers calling out my name with enthusiasm.