The straps of her dress were chased off her shoulders with my fingertips, and I peeled down the front of her dress, releasing her rounded and proud double Ds, while her hands ran through my hair, gripped it, and her nails teased the back of my neck.

  She started to grind me, her pussy a furnace of moist silken heat as her juicy labia wrapped around the bottom of my cock, and she ground herself along it leaving behind a dirty trail of liquid arousal, letting out a sweet gasp when her clit ground against my sensitive head. The heat, silken soft pleasure of it, and her loving kiss were all overwhelming.

  The way she looked at me from on top of me, was overwhelming, when we broke it. So much heated desire, riding with the loving submission in her eyes.

  “So beautiful, Natasha.”

  She smiled mysteriously, clearly pleased by my loving awe, as she raised up and fed me a nipple, never looking away from my eyes as she twisted and reached down to line us up, then slowly impaled herself on my cock. Her body moved with its usual sinuous sensualness, as she worked down my cock, churning her warm passage around it and constantly gyrating her hips to make it better for both of us.

  But her movements were slower, far more sensuous and decadent, as her eyes hooded with a loving lust and a sweetly poignant surrender. She gave herself to me, her love, her body, and her mind as she started to make love to me from above before I was even fully sheathed in her molten paradise.

  She spoke breathily as our bodies came together and she clenched and ground me with delicious slowness, each aching movement sending a sharp flash of pleasure through my body.

  “I feel so safe and cherished right now, so owned, not by your firm touch but by your love. Goddess, I never imagined it could be like this.”

  I squeezed her breasts, and nipped her nipple lightly before replying, “You’re overwhelming, baby.”

  She smiled, bit her lip and let out a warm moan as she squeezed around me and gripped me as she gave me another of those powerful milking grinds, before she went back to churning and gyrating slowly in my lap, giving me so much pleasure, but it was the intense loving adoration in her eyes that had my mind spinning with loving awe and gentle possessiveness.

  I sucked on her nipple as my hands ran down her body and gripped her ass, all while looking up into her eyes and not breaking our mutual gaze.

  Her face became a study in pleasure and her eyes glazed over as her gyrating body quivered around me, fluttered and rippled around my cock, drawing an involuntary moan from my own mouth. I’d never made love like this before, it was soft, slow, and insanely intense. Every small and delicious movement was a potent and separate blissful sensation that addled my mind and filled my body with euphoric bliss.

  Then it happened, she glowed with golden light, and her power surged into me, suffusing me with love in a giving act of surrender. It moved me, and it was entirely transcendent in nature. When the power pulled back, I could still feel her love for me, her adoration and amazement in me, her sweet surrender and the strong bond she’d just formed between us in our love was… incredible.

  She said softly, “Now you’ll always know where I am, and if I’m in trouble. Our love, us, bonded in love. It won’t always be this strong or overwhelming, it strengthens when we’re having loving thoughts of each other, and I can’t think of anything that would make it more intense than making love. It will lessen, but you’ll always feel me now, at least a little.”

  “You’re amazing, Natasha.”

  She quivered around me as I bit her nipple lightly, then she let out a moan as I ground up into her while she churned her sex around me with a shallow rise and fall.

  She said, “Our Mandy isn’t far behind, you know. She told you that dark truth about herself in trust, and because she’s falling for us. When it’s time I’ll bond her to both of us, then bond the next to all three of us, and so on. So in the end we’ll all be connected by four love bonds, in all directions.”

  I nodded, then teased, “It’s your harem.”

  She giggled, which made her convulse around me, then she moaned in delight and ground me hard while she clenched, milking me, and sending another powerful wave of pleasure through my body. She was a goddess riding me, literally, and looked so beautiful.

  It was also the face-to-face position, which had to be the most intimate position possible to make love in. Her torso and breast conformed to and rubbing against mine with her every gyration, rise and fall, and potent grind, but most of all because our eyes were just inches apart. Her dark brown eyes so very lovingly seductive at the moment, as she made love to me for the first time, all while I made love to her from below.

  It was powerful, potent, and a whole lot of pleasure.

  She said lovingly, “I’m yours, Gary. Not just my wicked needs, or this sexy body for your pleasure, but my heart, mind, and devotion are yours now too. I love you so much.”

  That sounded suspiciously like a commitment, after just a week together, and it also made my cock twitch hard, and my body involuntarily arched and pushed up hard into her. I mean, it was more than just the words, or the sweet adoring if breathy tone it was delivered in, it was also what I felt over the bond. It wasn’t just sweet nothings or pillow talk, it was powerful and driven by a surrender of her whole being. I felt it through the bond, and it was powerful.

  “You are mine, and my heart is yours in return, baby. I was right about you, so much trouble.”

  She giggled, “Love you too, and it’s your harem,” she teased, circling back to that playful comment of mine.

  I grinned, “Damned right.” I squeezed her ass possessively.

  She bit her lip, and started to work me harder, rise a little higher, gyrate and churn her hot flesh around me a little more firmly, and did one of those hard grinds each and every time our bodies fully met, and she took me fully into the pleasures of her body.

  The sensations of her lovingly riding me so intensely and with adoration and surrender in her eyes was heady, not to mention my own upward grinds to complement her movements. It was really intense, more intense than anything I’d felt, but also slow so I wasn’t in danger of cumming anything soon.

  Really, that first time we made love, I never wanted it to end. It lasted quite a long time, long enough for her to cum wildly around me several times, each time more powerful and longer than time before. She was pure sensual pleasure around me, and our love bond was like a feedback loop, the deeper her submissive surrender in love and adoration got, the stronger my emotions rose in response.

  I was dizzy with it, all that existed in that moment was her, me, a deep love, and the pleasures of our bodies moving and rocking together. But all good things come to an end, and it was her seventh or eighth orgasm when the pleasure of her clenching, grasping, and milking sex was just too powerful, too good, to resist.

  I grunted, “Baby,” then got lost in her eyes, as I went over and she rolled into another orgasm in response to my taking my pleasure in her. There was also a wistful and potent yearning from her, even as she got lost in the pleasure as we soared the heavens together.

  She blushed hard as we came down, which was a rare occurrence for her. She was usually shameless, and poised. A little naughty at times, but always a lady where others could hear us.

  “What?” I asked curiously.

  Natasha winked, “When you called me baby, I had the thought of taking it as an order.”

  I snickered.

  She giggled, “It turned me on, a lot. But I know neither of us are ready for that yet, just the idea of it though.”

  Right, so that was that wistful yearning I’d felt from her? A desire for me to knock her up? Goddess, help me.

  “Hi, Jackson, nice day for a hike, huh?” I asked in a cold voice.

  Jackson was the rebirth of Boreas, the god of the wind, and the fourth of six problems for the day. For some reason he thought it’d be a good idea to fuck with a shifter pack on a hunt, then fly away while mocking them. I really didn’t like him very much, since the notes indicated there was no bad blood between him and the pack. He was just being an asshole, maybe out of boredom.

  Jackson was frozen for a second, then nodded calmly, “It is, isn’t it?”

  I said coldly, “Perhaps in the future you should avoid pack hunting grounds for your hikes. You’re forty-two years old for god’s sake, why are you acting like a brain-dead teen out for a thrill and up to no good? Grow up, quickly, because if this becomes a pattern, I’ll just kill you. The last thing we need is the shifter race upset at the gods, they’re dangerous, idiot.”

  Jackson scowled, but he was smart enough not to attack any of us.

  “Just a bit of harmless fun, a prank.”

  I slapped the back of his head.

  “Yes, because shifters are known for their temperance and having fun being mocked.”

  Jackson glared, “What the hell do you want from me?”

  Natasha snickered, “Not piss poor and stupid excuses for one. Why don’t you try apologizing, and promise not to ever do something like it again. I get you’re a practical joker, but you can’t be irresponsible with it. You’re not a Loki type, so this is all you just being an idiot. Just because Nate’s dead doesn’t make it open season for you.”

  He looked almost sheepish, “I’m sorry. I’m just bored, didn’t mean no harm to them, not really.”

  I waved, “How about you find a tropical storm to alleviate, that should keep you out of trouble.”

  He snorted, “I’ll consider it.”

  Natasha said, “You left off the promise part.”

  Jackson gave her a truly sheepish expression then, “I won’t. I’ll leave the shifters alone.”

  I said coldly, “Then get out of here, and hope I never have reason to find you again.”

  Jackson shook his head, then disappeared in a spherical flash of golden light.

  I snorted violently.

  Amelia giggled, “He’s gone, you don’t have to play bad cop anymore.”

  “Oh, was I doing that?”

  Natasha, who’d been playing good cop, winked.

  It was true enough, Jackson was harmless enough, just… stupid.

  Darkness billowed and I took us back to the mansion, where I immediately took Amelia’s hand and dragged her off, to her delight. It was our third mini date in two days, and I was already addicted to having my hands on her hot body, and she didn’t seem to mind at all as long as I avoided the fun zones.

  On the contrary, she seemed to be delighted by my intense attention. We’d already done the hot tub thing in the morning, so I took her into the backyard after spelling us to stay warm, and I pulled her down against me as I sat on the outdoor couch. She looked rather thrilled, that I didn’t even ask, as my fingers dug slightly and possessively into her thin waist.

  She let out a contented sigh and put her head on my shoulder.

  “This is nice.”

  I smiled, “Very nice.”

  She had a heady and alluring scent, in addition to being an exotic beauty with a softly feminine body in perfect proportion at five foot four, with C cups and a lovely pear shaped ass. Her soft and pouty lips were slightly parted as she looked up at me from her warm hazel eyes.

  I said, “So, third date, do I get to know the answer to that question yet?”

  She giggled and blushed, “You really want to know, huh? Why I’m alone and haven’t had an easy time in dating.”

  I nodded, “You’re too amazing not to wonder, and far too beautiful for that to be the problem.”

  She sighed and cuddled into me, her breast pushed up against my arm and body turned slightly toward me, while I pulled her against me and she laid her head on my chest. Her free hand started to play with my leg, which was really nice, as I stroked her side gently.

  “I suppose I can tell you, I don’t think you’ll judge me for it. You know they all have the same common kink, the desire to feel owned, dominated, and even used for a man’s selfish pleasure.”

  I nodded slowly, “Yes. They enjoy being dominated and owned, but always have the most significant pleasure when I’m a selfish bastard about it.”

  She giggled, “Yes, and you’re really not, just giving them what they need. Well, I’m the same way, sort of.”

  “Sort of?”

  She sighed, then blushed, “Well, for me it’s not just a kink.”

  “Just a kink?” I repeated back in question.

  She nodded, “If you took them to bed and treated them like fragile glass, they’d still enjoy it. Maybe not as much, but… to be crude, they’d still cum for you.

  “For me it’s not a kink, it’s more of a fetish. I literally can’t cum, can’t reach orgasm at all, unless I’m being used. I need to be respected and cared for out of bed, but being respected in bed leaves me cold. Most of the men I date never figure it out, and they break up with me for being a cold fish and frigid in bed. For not… enjoying it.

  “Some few who did figure it out, that realized what I needed was to be treated like an object for their pleasure. Roughly treated with arrogant disdain, to be clear, and without regard for my own pleasure, which ironically is exactly what I need to achieve it. Well they judged me for it, even as they enjoyed it. But in every case, it eventually poisoned our relationship out of bed, either they lost respect for me, or they started treating me like a piece of property outside the bedroom.

  “I don’t know how rare a man like you is in this world, but I know I’ve never met one that attracted me and asked me out before. You know? Maybe even one of those others, that didn’t figure it out, would’ve worked out. But I can’t… don’t talk about it, it’s too mortifying to express my needs in words. The only reason I can tell you now is because you already have three more like me, if not as intensely.”

  “Okay, I totally get why that was a deeper question than I thought, thanks for trust me with it. Arrogant disdain?”

  She bit her lip, “Being dominated and owned selfishly is enough to get me off, but the added thrill and rush of shame from being… shamed for it, makes me crazy. Vicki and Mandy are the same that way, actually, but they tell me you’ve been missing their hints.”

  Oh. Damn.

  “So, a little nasty talk, degrading phrases?”

  She winked, “Yes. It’s the conflicting thrill. The pleasure of being used for your pleasure, mixing with the pain of you doing it roughly, mixed with shame that we both crave and feel we deserve, even as it’s a negative too and makes us feel like horrible sluts. All of those things combine to create a euphoria that is… incomparable to anything really. I’m not sure I can explain it to you in a way you’d truly understand it.

  “In a lot of ways, Natasha is the least kinky out of the four of us, she wants it all except the shaming part. Though, there’s still a small thrill of shame in needing to be used, she likes that part, but she wouldn’t like to be despoiled further by harsh or disdainful words or looks. She just wants to awe you with her wicked depravity and scandalous ways.”

  “I don’t really feel that way, so I’m not sure, but I’d be willing to try if it means more pleasure for you.”

  She shrugged, “It’s situationally driven, and can be kept in the bedroom. I assume if you were truly willing to forcefully take me and use me for your pleasure, you’d have done it already. But done under the umbrella of assumed consent once given, your forceful and rough attentions only make us feel like we’re not in control and at your mercy, but we really are in control in the end, because you’re not a rapist. The words of disdain are similar, if you let yourself be caught up in the moment, then left behind in the bedroom.”

  I nodded, “I can see the partial truth in that, but the first part feeds into my desires in the bedroom to dominate, possess, protect, and take with authority. So it’s… natural to feed their needs that way. I have no desires to debase you, on the contrary I hold you all in awe. So, assuming I can pull off the acting job, what about after I sate this dark need in you, will you cum if I love you gently after?”

  She smiled, “I honestly don’t know, that’s never happened. But even if I don’t, that doesn’t mean I won’t enjoy being doted on after being so foully and wonderfully used. A woman doesn’t always have to achieve orgasm to feel joyfully fulfilled in their man taking his pleasure, especially if you’ve just finished giving me multiples right before that. I think I would like that, a return to warmth and intimacy, either way.

  “I want, I need that to achieve orgasm, but as a woman I also long to be cherished, respected, and admired.”

  I hummed in thought, “What if it was a joint effort? I mean, what if I do what I do, and you all do what you do. I really don’t want to degrade you, I don’t feel it, I feel the opposite need in fact. But what if I’m taking you selfishly while Mandy and Vicki pull out some catty contempt and talk about what nasty slut you are, only useful to warm cock, or whatever they might come up with that way.”

  Her eyes looked mesmerized, and she stretched her body and gave me a sweet kiss, short, just a few seconds, but very warm as she let out a sigh into my mouth. She licked her lips as she relaxed and put her head on my chest again.

  “I think that would really work, maybe even better. You really feel that way, I can see it in your eyes, the hurt there at the thought of degrading us. Gods, Gary, where have you been all my life, that my needs in the bedroom just turn you on and fill you with awe.”

  I smiled, “A slave.”

  She gasped, then stuck her tongue out, “Right. My point is that it should work, I’ll talk to them about it later. Even if I’m not ready to join you yet, it should work for the two of them as well, I’d think. The times we’re intimate in privacy, I’ll have to settle for earthshaking pleasure when you just take me forcefully.”

  My lips twitched, “The joke sounded better in my head. Anyway, it’s because we’re all a bit off the norm that way, our kinks kind of align, at least to that level. How could I be disgusted by your need to be what I need, if that makes sense. Most women think I’m a Neanderthalic sexist, after all. Overprotective, over possessive, and overbearing.”