Pantheon Makeover

  Love and Darkness: Book Two

  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

  Gary

  Chapter Two

  Natasha

  Chapter Three

  Gary

  Chapter Four

  Natasha

  Chapter Five

  Gary

  Chapter Six

  Natasha

  Chapter Seven

  Gary

  Chapter Eight

  Natasha

  Chapter Nine

  Gary

  Chapter Ten

  Natasha

  Chapter Eleven

  Gary

  Chapter Twelve

  Natasha

  Chapter Thirteen

  Gary

  Afterword:

  About the Author

  Other erotic fantasies by D. R. Rosier:

  Non-erotic Fantasy titles:

  Book Description

  Chapter One

  Gary

  The living room was rather festive that morning, and as usual when four women stuck there heads together and started to giggle, it was time for the man of the house to lay low and keep his head down, while paying attention and searching for signs of danger. Being the head of a polyamory group of four going on five, with three going on four ladies, who were also goddesses, was amazing, if slightly terrifying and bemusing at times.

  Not that I was complaining, just noting it wasn’t all sex and wondrous intimate conversations, but it was mostly that here at the honeymoon just got started phase. It’d only been six days since Natasha had rescued me, not even a week yet, and we’d finished gathering lovers, our hoped for family, and our current council. A council that’s entire purpose was keeping a god king in check, that was now dead. Still, there was some hope with Mandy’s idea, though it was a slim one.

  It was the following morning after Nate’s untimely demise, or timely depending on your point of view. There was no doubt the bastard had earned it, but him living still would’ve been the lesser danger and evil. We’d just finished a large breakfast prepared by Natasha’s chef, and it was absolutely delicious. We’d also left the dining room table a mess for the maids to clean up, plural as in two.

  Natasha, the goddess of love and the woman that had freed me and turned my life upside down, was also stupidly rich. I didn’t do too badly that way myself, actually, but I was nowhere near where her nine-digit trust was, never mind her eleven digit fortune as her mother’s only heir.

  All of which held no importance to me in the least, other than we’d always be living in luxury when we weren’t risking our lives, and we could keep our party goddess in alcohol, it was unimportant.

  The important part was she was warmly exuberant, excited about life, brilliant and clever, and extremely intelligent as well as perceptive. She was also looking for family, deep intimate relationships with a handful, but only one man, which was lucky enough to be me. Lucky for me, I mean.

  She was also the total package of course, since she wasn’t just the goddess of love, but also pleasure, fertility, and beauty. She was stunningly beautiful of face, with a sophisticated elegant and soft beauty with an oval face and gentle cheekbones, slightly bowed lips with the bottom one deliciously pouty, and naturally smooth dark tanned skin. She had gorgeous exceptionally dark brown hair that looked black in low lightning. Her hair was straight and fell like a curtain and scintillated richly in the sun, and she had warm seductive dark chocolate eyes that I got lost in often. Usually when she was pleasuring me, or I was taking my pleasure in her sexy body.

  Her body was athletic for the most part, with a petite and cutely hot heart shaped ass to die and lovely femininely toned legs in movement, and flawlessly smooth and soft appearing when at rest. She had a thin waist, and athletic curves, save for her breasts, an unbelievably proud set of rounded double D cups, with bright pink nipples that matched the natural pink of her lips, the lips both above and below. Her labia were deliciously large and beautiful, on a small and sexy petite mound.

  She was seductive as hell, and she enjoyed being taken often and at my will. She called it feeding her inner princess outside the bedroom when I felt possessively protection and doted on her in public, and that I was feeding her wild inner and shameless whore when I used her with possessive ownership. Especially when I was selfish about it.

  All my ladies including her liked it a bit rough and controlling in bed, they wanted to be owned, used, and well fucked, their bodies used and taken for my pleasure, which worked with my somewhat dark lust and insanely possessive desires to claim my women. Most said I was too intense, or a Neanderthalic sexist caveman. But they all seemed to like it, and they were all slightly different in their submission to it.

  Within that though, my proper and sophisticated princess became a shameless dirty mouthed and nasty talking whore in bed, quite enthusiastically. While Mandy was rather eager and aggressive with it, and Vicki was teasingly wicked and playful about it, but in the end they all wanted me to act like a dominating stud in the bedroom, which really worked for me. We knew Amelia would be the same, but I hadn’t had the pleasure of learning her flavor of submissive in the bedroom yet, we just knew she would be a submissive in the bedroom, mostly because she’d made the compatible list.

  That didn’t mean I was selfish with it, I made sure they had their fun too, but the hell of it was even when I was a dick and just took them hard, I was guaranteed one orgasm out of them when I took my pleasure. It just turned them on that much to be used for my pleasure.

  Mandy giggled and looked over at me and winked. She was not the type I’d imagined when I imagined the goddess of wisdom, war, and crafts. She was petite and adorably beautiful, sexy as hell. She was about five foot tall in heels, and she was always wearing heels. Her face had an adorable soft beauty, with lips just verging on full, and she was petite and athletic, with generous B cups and a sexy petite rounded ass. She also didn’t believe in bras at all, totally shameless about showing off her salaciously large nipple bumps in public.

  Besides her looks not matching, her personality didn’t really either in my mind. She was exuberantly vivacious, one of those perky people, except it wasn’t fake at all so it wasn’t annoying or off putting at all, and she even had the incredibly light and wavy blonde hair to go with it. Her sexy light gray eyes were always warm, and her body was always moving. Part of that was her power as a god of war, she just couldn’t seem to sit still because she literally had an endless stamina and drive, and she couldn’t tire out. Her mind as wisdom was also always and constantly analyzing everything and ten steps ahead. As far as crafting, well she was also a billionaire and from her own inventions eighteen years ago now that had revolutionized the communication industry.

  She could also be extremely compulsive at times, her fast mind putting her into an eager state, and usually when it came to sex. In short, she was adorably beautiful, adorably sexy, amazing and eager in bed, and a totally sweetheart besides. She strove for fairness, justice, and to leave behind a better place in all of her dealings. The kind of person that could raise the cheerfulness level of a whole room just by walking into it. Ironically perhaps, she hated violence, but of course she would do what she had to. I say perhaps, because even Athena had the reputation of only fighting for virtuous reasons, on the right side, and only after exhausting all the other options.

  Maybe her mantle is named incorrectly, if I had to coin it then I’d say she was the goddess of peace, which she would enforce with violence only if necessary. But really, that wasn’t her mantel, it was just how the amazing woman she was, was guided by and channeled it.

  Vicki knocked back a couple of fingers of bourbon, and she poured herself another three fingers to sip on. Sure, it was a little early in the day for drinking, but not for the goddess of lascivious parties. The more she drank, the more she needed to hook up, and she never stopped drinking. The woman inside, perhaps suffering in her surrender to that driving mantel which gave her no choice, jumped at the chance to join a quintuple family circle, so she could also have love, family, and even faithfulness with a stable of four free use lovers that would take care of her at any time. Well, three at the moment, but hopefully four soon.

  She was charming, funny, had a good sense of humor with a slightly teasing but never cruel edge. I liked her a lot already, even as a submissive she was slightly cheeky, and she really enjoyed being kept in line. She had an encyclopedic knowledge of bars, restaurants, and fun party places for our family. I was fairly sure she was going to be our homemaker goddess, and keep us all active and engaged, and from becoming workaholics.

  She also absolutely needed sex at least six times a day. She started to get really itchy right around four hours after the last time, which wasn’t something to complain about at all given her appearance and body. She had an innocent angelic beauty of face, which was obviously a total lie, because the goddess was anything but innocent. She had full lips and a heart shaped face, with lovely vivid blue eyes and long and straight dark golden blonde h
air. She was five foot eight, and still lush at that height, with heart shaped triple Ds and a deliciously meaty yet still incredibly supple bubbled ass. She also had naturally light tanned skin partly burnished with a golden tan.

  She was truly a wonderful woman, all she wanted to do was have fun, and help others to have fun, but she was also a proponent of justice. I believe her quote there amounted to mean people suck, and they need to be dealt with.

  Last but certainly not least, was our newest member, who’d only been with us for two days on this crazy ride. Amelia was the goddess of retribution, but also a woman of solid and deep character and convictions, who had used that power the last sixteen years as an injury lawyer and a lobbyist, two jobs she was leaving behind for the council position.

  She was an incredibly sexy woman, dressed elegantly with sex appeal like the rest of them, but she also had the same sense of elegant sophistication about her as Natasha did, except perhaps slightly more mature. But that impression could’ve just been her coy social personality. I mean, both of them were princess types, but she was the quiet and reserved type, while Natasha was the warmly exuberant type, if that made sense.

  In the job, or related to her mantle, she could be fierce, but otherwise she was shy, retiring and accommodating, and she always looked out for the comfort of other first. She was the type of person that wouldn’t be caught dead taking the last chip from a bowl, for instance.

  It made her enormously appealing and alluring tied together with her looks, but it also made it almost impossible to get to know her. I’d been depending on Natasha to draw her out, while I connected by freely sharing of myself, or a story about one of the others. Regardless, we’d get there, and I had plans to act myself soon, but at the moment we were forced to do everything as a group. There would be no courting her romantically on an outside date, we left the house together or not at all until the dust settled.

  She was an exotically beautiful woman, with a severe beauty of face with high sharp cheekbones, and extremely pouty lips I’d had a few inappropriate fantasies about. Her eyes were warmly expressive hazel, and her hair a medium brown color with a tinge of red. She also obviously had middle eastern blood despite her European name. I’d learned her parents had immigrated. Regardless, she had a dark buttery golden caramel skin tone that was absolutely mouthwatering, and was the exotic, or part of it.

  She was also similar to Natasha in that her body was rather top heavy, in an extremely hot way. Instead of athletic however, Amelia was willowy with gentle feminine curves at five foot four, with a petite pear-shaped ass and she was extremely limber and graceful in her walk and movements. Her generously rounded C cups weren’t nearly the same size, but on the more petite and lither body the effect was very much the same, and I’d never met a set of breasts that weren’t fun to play with.

  So in short, on the shallow and deep levels, Amelia definitely commanded all of our attentions.

  The four of them together? I was truly overwhelmed.

  Natasha said, “You’re being quiet over there.”

  “That happens when you all start giggling naughtily.”

  Amelia giggled, then blushed.

  It was just two days and three hours before we’d have our first meeting with the rest of the tier-one gods, to determine the fate of our race, perhaps humanity as well, and of course the future. It’d been relatively quiet, but then it’d only been sixteen hours since Nate had died. It would take a little time for all of those gods that Nate had on a tight leash with threats, to hear word of it and start acting thinking themselves free from the possibility of retribution.

  We wanted to be judges, but we were also responsible for failing to protect Nate from death when he was helplessly in our custody. In short, intentions didn’t matter, it was our mess, and we had a certain responsibility to help clean it up until the new government, whatever it was, came into being.

  My cock was also a little bit sore in the moment, after all the crazy life affirming and adrenaline-fueled sex we’d had all night last night, save Amelia who was waiting for an emotional connection before surrendering her body to us. Regardless, that wasn’t an entirely bad thing.

  I mean, if one of them needed me I could heal it in a second with witchcraft, but it would heal on its own over the next couple of hours with our enhanced healing of our immortal bodies compared to humans. Point being, being fully sated in a room of four hot goddesses had its perks, I could keep up with things with a focused mind, without my mind wandering around about where I’d be dipping my cock next.

  In short and crudely put, my sore cock was helping to keep my mind out of the gutter, which is why I hadn’t just healed it already.

  Sure, it was a little shallow, but that didn’t change the fact they were all incredibly sexy in their unique ways, and I was a guy banging three and hopefully going on four women. Sure, it was more than that, but it was also that.

  It'd only been six days, only four days of screwing, and it seemed the more I owned and used their bodies for our pleasure, the more I wanted sex. Which was… nothing to complain about, and it wouldn’t be a problem since they were all insatiable immortal goddesses, except it made it awfully hard to win an argument or maintain my complete focus. Thoughts about sex almost constantly intruded now, and I’d never been that guy.

  Point being, before I got off on a tangent, was Nate’s death was sure to have spread by now. I was expecting part of hell, if not all of hell to break loose at any moment. Figuratively speaking. Nate was a dick, and we were all probably better off without him, and we had a chance to build something amazing. The only question was, what would be the cost to us in blood, sweat, and tears to achieve it.

  He'd been keeping a lot of gods in line out of fear and by right of power.

  Better without him, sure. But the only thing we could be sure of was it was going to get a whole lot worse, before those better days kicked in. Even worse, if the other tier-ones go to war for the throne, humanity and the supernatural mortal races would no doubt get dragged into it.

  Forget reacting to the fallout, we weren’t even sure how the governments of the world would react to the death of Nate itself, I had a feeling some of them were going to react badly, no matter how well the next week or two went in working it all out.

  I winked at Amelia, which made her blush deepen. She was so stunningly beautiful, sexy, exotic, and poised. So coyly sweet on a personal level, mantle of retribution or not. I’d mentioned I was going to change my approach earlier, about it being hard to draw her out, and I decided spontaneously in the moment that I was doing it now.

  They all watched me get up and cross to the other couch, but I only had eyes for expressively shy hazel ones, as I reached her, took her hand, and drew her up on her feet. She bit her lip, but she didn’t resist as I pulled her out of the room, down the hallway, and into the massive over a hundred acres backyard.

  There was a huge teardrop pool, and on the other side of that a pool house. It had a cover on it for winter, but the large Jacuzzi in the small sunroom off the deck was still available. The yard was flawlessly landscaped, and quite beautiful. There were a few groves of trees, and then far in the back was a large woodland area. There was also a firepit.

  It was December in Chicago, but it was also sunny, and I cast a witchcraft spell to keep us warm as I led her over to the outdoor couch, chairs, and glass table. I took seat and pulled her down gently beside me.

  “Do you mind?” I asked when I squeezed her hand, not really wanting to give it back yet. Her hand was silky smooth, warm, and held mine comfortably.

  She said coyly, “This minor intimacy, or a non-intimate casual touch is welcome, Gary. We are dating,” she blushed and winked, “So why did you drag me off to be alone?”

  “The others may have mentioned I can be a bit possessive?”

  She giggled, “They may have indicated a minor tendency in you to be that,” she said playfully, obviously they’d told her the bald truth.

  “Well, I want to date you, spoil you and enjoy an intimate night out, treat you like the amazing woman you are. You know we can’t do that until things settle down, and while group dates can be fun, they’re far from romantically intimate.”