“No, sir. No one could blame you for punishing a barely legal naughty girl, and surely you couldn’t be expected not to help yourself to that young nubile flesh and give into wicked temptation. Any girl dressed that slutty is asking for a good hard fucking, sir. Barely legal cum-sluts need to be kept in line and full of cum, sir. Even if they protest in wide eyed innocence, they really want to be forced onto their knees, where they belong, sir.”

  Her seductively innocent tone of the wicked words were so wrong on a number of levels, which was probably why it was so effective, as I fully hardened inside of her. I was so turned on by her naughty words that I had to fuck her but the last thing I wanted to do was pull out of her heaven to switch positions.

  She squeaked and then giggled naughtily, as I grabbed her ass cheeks firmly and squeezed hard as I stood up. Her legs went around my middle like a vise as her arms wrapped over my shoulders and around my neck. Her eyes were wide with naughty enjoyment and a dirty thrill at whatever insane need she was seeing in mine. She loved when we made love, loved when we had a give and take, but she also loved it when I lost control and claimed her harshly like a rutting animal.

  It was that last that was going to happen, as I turned and crushed her up against the wall. The shocked excitement and anticipation in her eyes just drove me crazier as I started to pound up into her warm tight sheath. The luxuriously pleasurable sensations of her bouncing helplessly on my cock and up and down the wall while at the same time working me expertly with her rolling hips and seemingly wild squeezes drove me to fuck her even harder.

  “Yes, I am your naughty good girl, and I need a hard fucking. I need to be claimed like the nasty and dirty slut I am,” she said in breathy gasps, as she surrendered wantonly to my hard and demanding assault.

  It was also a bit of a shock, because I didn’t remember speaking at all.

  She cried out, “Jack!” and then keened, “So fucking good,” in wild panting as her eyes glazed over with pleasure. Her powerful orgasm and tightly convulsing sex didn’t stop me from ravaging her pussy as I rutted her through it. Part of that was to make it better for her, but part of it was her blissful ecstasy at being claimed so hard and so insanely which drove me crazier.

  I had no intentions of stopping until I’d filled her sex with my cum again. Until I’d claimed her body as mine, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

  She bounced wildly like a rag doll up and down the wall, glassy eyed and lost in the pleasure, until she started to come back down.

  I grunted, “Mine,” as I gave her a powerful swat to the ass, which widened her eyes further as she rolled into yet another orgasm and a keening scream of pleasure that was music to my ears. I knew that harshly spoken word of possession, and the spank, would push her right back over the edge, and it was hot as hell just how much control I had over my Maggie’s fantastic curvaceously hourglass body.

  Her innocent face was a study of naughty pleasure and delighted surrender as she rode those potent waves of ecstasy. So beautiful, my naughty good girl.

  I pounded up into her with everything I had as I nailed her through that second potent orgasm. My own orgasm was quickly approaching, not holding back, and the insane lustful claiming of her sexy, supple, and invitingly lush nineteen-year-old body sent staggering waves of euphoria flooding through my body. Claiming her insanely was always hot as hell, but it was also usually short.

  Fortunately, she was multi-orgasmic, and a few minutes once warmed up meant a few orgasms for her. She was… enthralling, and so damned sexy it drove me crazy at times. I knew perfectly well this was her idea, the one bouncing helplessly on my cock and unable to resist had driven me to this on purpose, with her hot and wild words and sweet teasing lips. She’d wanted me to claim her like an animal claiming its territory, but me knowing that didn’t make it any less effective or make me feel less of a need to do it.

  “You are so sexy cumming on my cock, Mags,” I growled a little breathily.

  She bit her lip as she started to come down.

  I ordered firmly, “Cum again. Now!” as I not only turned the vibrating ass plug back on, which had made her sex tighter than usual the whole time by the way, but I also turned it up to full power.

  The powerful and quick vibrations launched us both over the edge. I’d been on the edge already, and her body translated those vibrations to her soft and silken walls so tautly stretched around my ravishing cock.

  She keened my name as I grunted and then roared, “Mags!”

  The wash of ecstasy that flooded my body and mind felt like a tsunami, impossible to resist and overwhelming in the extreme, as I once more started to pump my seed into her warm and welcoming heaven one pulsing rope at a time. As for her, she squirted so hard covering my balls and thighs, and I felt it dripping down my legs as I filled her.

  Then the vibrations became almost painfully intense, as it extended our orgasms, and I managed to turn it to low so that we started to come down. I only turned it completely off as I saw reason and thought return to her lovely light brown eyes.

  They were still wide, and she looked at me with awed loving devotion that never failed to humble me and engender the deep love and cherishment I held for her. Our kiss was the opposite of my rutting claiming, so soft and syrupy sweet as I carried her back to the couch, and I sat down while keeping our bodies intimately connected. I cradled her gently, lovingly, as I caressed her supple body.

  “You are so beautiful, my love.”

  Her smile was like the sun coming up, her voice throbbed with emotion, “I am yours, always, my love.”

  I patted her ass possessively, which made her giggle and her eyes sparkle.

  “Damn right.”

  She winked.

  I asked, “You all are in charge of it, but how does private time work now, with five of us?”

  She giggled, “Same as our five ways, really. Shifting twosomes and threesomes. Tomorrow you’ll have two of us, the next day one, so it’ll take eight days to get through a one on one cycle, and three times that again to go through an all combination threesome cycle. They’re kind of independent that way.”

  I nodded, and my eyes glazed over as I tried to work that out in my head, making her laugh.

  “In my defense, I’m still buried in your sex.”

  She giggled, “Noted, and very nice to hear. Scrambling your brains with pleasure is a duty and pleasure for a proper cum-slut.”

  “You’re exquisite.”

  She beamed, and then sighed contentedly into my mouth as she kissed me lingeringly.

  “I should get to work. I have a few things to get done before cooking lunch for my sir.”

  I nodded, and swatted her ass, “Clean us both up, and get on that.”

  She got up, and then reached behind herself, but froze as I gave her a stern look.

  I ordered, “Keep that in until you change back to the professional clothes after lunch. I’m going to be toying with you during lunch,” and I waved the remote to make the point.

  She loved anal, and I imagined I could make her cum quite a few times while cooking and while eating, while she tried to work through it. It’d make her a hot mess, and I knew she’d love every damned second of it. Both the pleasurable torture and my attention.

  Her eyes widened, and she said breathily, “Yes, sir.”

  Her magic cleaned us up, and we both got to work. Even though I couldn’t see her in her trashy clothes while we worked in separate offices, I knew wearing it for me with a butt plug in her tight ass would keep her deliciously turned on the whole time anyway.

  And she did, have a hell of a good time at lunch, after Elena, Bonnie and I had gotten our work done too. Her happy humming as she cooked for me and followed my lead never failed to awe me, that need in her to be cherished and guided in our personal life so she felt loved and cherished. Of course, that day the humming was interrupted by sighs, gasps, and subconscious moans as I kept turning the vibrator on and off. I was very careful with it too, never hitting her with the intense pleasure when she was using a knife, or anywhere near the hot stovetop.

  It was kind of a blast, and I knew I’d be doing it again. Not every day, but maybe once a week randomly when she didn’t expect it to keep it exciting.

  Chapter Eight

  The rain clouds had completely moved off and there was nothing but sunny skies on that early afternoon Monday. It was barely one o’clock. My Maggie was back in the sexy but very professional pencil skirt and blouse. A part of me even thought that she looked sexier that way, dressed up to ravage the competition so to speak. But she enjoyed dressing like a trashy slut for me too much to ever give it up, and I had to admit that part of our relationship was fun for me too.

  Elena’s hot little body looked delicious in a scandalously tight and short red sundress. Bonnie looked fantastic in short jean shorts that were cut short enough to show teasing views of the bottom of her tight pear-shaped ass whenever she moved, and a tight yellow halter top that showed off her flat stomach and mouthwateringly endless D cup cleavage. Shannon looked hot as sin, in dark gray yoga pants and a black sheer shirt that showed off her torso save her breasts, though a lot of her double D cleavage was clearly in view. It was just a little darker and less sheer around the nipple area and outsides of her breasts.

  Honestly, all of my sexy mates dressed like sluts, for the most part. They were all young and sexy though, and the most ironic thing was Maggie, the largest self-professed slut in the group, was the one with the most conservative if still very sexy outfit that day.

  Shannon had moved us with her shadows to our car, and after verifying the enemy wasn’t present we’d all gotten in and took off. I imagined we’d travel by shadow whenever possible from now on, including our trips to L.A., but we’d had to get the car.

  The car ate up the road as the five of us drove toward Ares’ local compound which was also on the west side of the city in a rural area. Maggie was actually driving, while I sat in the passenger seat. Reason being was I was at the moment scouting our target, and it was easier to do that while not driving. As I suspected there were eight helicopters in total there, six of them had the mounted missile launchers, the other two didn’t look loaded out at all.

  Shannon was with us and shielding, there’d be no way for Apollo or one of his seers to pick up the threat either. I would be cautious, but we all suspected we’d take them entirely by surprise.

  There were also several trucks, lots of ammunition, missiles, and rocket propelled grenade launchers. As well as two M60s mounted on jeeps. I wondered how the hell they could get away with all that, but half of them were witches. I imagined it wasn’t all that hard for them to hide all the illegal arms and shit from the humanity’s notice. I also got the idea they didn’t break out the big stuff for local jobs in the U.S. It was probably just there to deal with and protect themselves from people in our world.

  There was a single team present and the company leader who was a rather petite and cute blonde, but I was sure she could hit as hard as all of Aries other children that I’d met, or she wouldn’t be in charge of anything. That was just the personnel for the local mercenary company. There were also twelve more people in the compound who were probably the helicopter pilots and gunners we’d met yesterday afternoon. Those were most likely brought in with the extra helicopters themselves.

  There was no sign of Apollo’s children anywhere in the compound, which I’d honestly expected, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t a little disappointed. Those assholes were the true targets, at least in our plans to make them back off. And of course, the one Fury that could still come to this plane of existence for the next few years was probably in the underworld right now. There was also no sign of the twenty Empusa that had been there, so either they were with the children of Apollo or they’d been sent back to hell until the next attack. Probably that second one, it seemed likely the twenty Empusa were part of Hades contribution to the plan of killing us all, just like the Fury.

  If that was all, then I could’ve handled this alone. Twelve helicopter operators, a son and daughter of Ares, four witches, and three regular humans wasn’t that big a threat to my power. I could take that many out with my eyes closed, which was just an expression obviously, since I did fight with my own eyes closed.

  Point being, there was a lot more going on. Eight Taura patrolled the compound walls, there were also two air nymphs in the air circling up high who were no doubt keeping their eyes open for a counterattack. There were no other monsters immediately obvious in the compound, but inside the bunker there was a shit ton of them. It was obvious their main monster force that they’d gathered was staying here.

  The inside of the monster stable was a square circular hallway inside a steel reinforced cement outer wall. Toward the center from that outer corridor were several jail cells that locked on the outside, with secondary inner doors leading to a central courtyard where the monsters could mix it up. Fighting, sex, food, and showers. All of those were occupied, plus there were three times that number in the center area, it was obvious the building was way past occupancy for what it was designed for.

  Which meant the sixty or so monsters in there had been brought in from other places, and they were just thrown in there for the duration of planning before the three gods attacked us again. I had no doubt if we attacked, they’d all be let out. Maybe not the caged ones that were part of the local company, it’d take too long to unlock all their cells one at a time, but the ones in the center room could be released on mass.

  I took a little time to brief everyone.

  Shannon asked, “Can we lock them in?”

  I said, “I doubt it, those air nymphs will see us coming from far off, and by the time we’re close enough they’ll already be out and ready for us. We want to fight the monsters anyway, to conquer as many as we can and take them home with us to enhance our own defenses. How many of them can you move at once?”

  Obviously, that was the best way to do it, move them through her darkness to keep any chance of them being spotted by the humans to nothing.

  Shannon looked thoughtful, “Twenty? So, three trips, maybe four with us and the car.”

  Maggie asked, “Plan?”

  I nodded, “Like last time, you’ll blow up all eight helicopters, the vehicles, and all the ordinance. I’ll take out the chopper pilots and gunners. Shannon, Bonnie, and Elena, you three will take down the monsters with non-lethal force, I’ll help too once my twenty-one targets are down. I’ll also handle the Fury if she shows up.”

  I asked everyone, “We haven’t really discussed it past that. Can we house them? Do any of you know how to take care of them? I don’t imagine they’ll be all that happy about serving us.”

  Bonnie replied, “I can conjure up a stone building with windowless rooms and a thick door. It won’t be as secure as thick reinforced concrete and steel doors, but they’ll all be freshly conquered so we can expect them to behave and not try to escape for a week or two at least. Hopefully this will be over by then.”

  Maggie said, “I can get enough food in for a week, if it lasts longer than that I’ll get more. I can also have non-scented soaps, shampoos, and cleaning products brought in. Monsters are very fastidious believe it or not. They have their human sides and their noses are very sensitive to scents.”

  I nodded, “Sounds like a plan. Alright, I’ve already told you everything I saw, but be ready for anything. Assume they took steps and are expecting this, and that they’ve set some traps.”

  Maggie replied, “I’ll be using magic to detect for explosive compounds, including fuel, so if I feel any explosive traps then I’ll be sure to mention them, or maybe I’ll just set them off before we get near them.”

  I laughed, “That second one would add to the confusion.”

  We were already all shielded save Shannon who could shield herself just as effectively as I could, and I had ten blades in the trunk. It took me about an hour and a half to regain ten percent of my power. The creation had taken about five percent, so I’d be back up to ninety-seven or ninety-eight percent power by the time we got to the compound.

  Point being, I started to give out orders to the swords, prioritizing targets. We weren’t there yet, but I already had my dead souls on overwatch of the battlefield. So I could already make specific attack assignments for each blade. There were twenty-one targets, so I gave each sword a target list of two, and then a third for two blades to double team the cute blonde company commander.

  I also ordered my armor to dodge attacks, and my shield to block the attacks the armor couldn’t dodge. It almost felt like cheating, but in truth I was finally living up to my full potential.

  “They’ve seen us, and one of the air nymphs is screaming and diving for the monster stables. No doubt to let them all out. Close to a quarter mile, and we’ll walk in.”

  I frowned, “The pilots and gunners are running for the helicopters,” then I chuckled, “Which will make things even easier.”

  It was a quick and easy reminder the enemy got a vote too, and that plans never survived contact with the enemy. At the same time, it was hardly a bad thing, and they were about to regret their quick thinking and trained response, big time.

  I changed my orders from those twelve, to taking down the six helicopters instead. The other four swords got assigned two targets each for the local team who were manning the M60s and grabbing rocket launchers. I left it that, and I’d update orders appropriately once that was taken care of.

  If things went to plan, there’d be nothing to fight but monsters by the time we caught up to my offensive sword blades.

  Maggie pulled the car over and we all got out. I popped the trunk, and my ten blades took off like a bat out of hell. The helicopters had barely rose twenty feet over the privacy walls, and we hadn’t even taken a step toward the compound yet, as the rear rotors were taken out by my blades. The helicopters immediately started to spin wildly, several of them crashing into each other as they fell to the ground. The main rotor blades cutting into their buddies cockpit, or slamming into the main blades of another helicopter. It was a big mess.