I caressed her sides softly with my fingertips, and then squeezed more firmly as I tasted her lips once again, before kissing off onto her neck.

  I whispered in her ear, “I am yours, my goddess.”

  She let out a breathless sigh of pleasure, and her arms went around my neck as I swept her off her feet and carried her to the bed. I was in the mood to spoil her, though in that place my libido was practically instantly restored, and my cock was already hard with need, I ignored it for the moment. She looked breathless as I slowly stripped off her dress, then manhandled her on her stomach and straddled her ass.

  My cock felt particularly at home between those perfectly rounded and supple ass cheeks, as my hands started to work her neck and shoulders.

  Aphrodite melted into the bed with a sigh of decadent pleasure.

  “Your love, and your generous fantasies, are just as heady to me as I am to you. My champion, my love.”

  She giggled lightly, when my cock twitched hard between her ass cheeks, but I continued to spoil my goddess with a full body massage. And why not? The night would last for a seeming eternity in that place, and I wanted to pamper her and express my love, before we sated our lust. She was always ready for me, but there was a joy in spoiling her and working her to a fever pitch with pampering foreplay.

  Her every sound of pleasure, her very quick and heated breath itself, was like a gift.

  I didn’t really know if I was different or special that way, if other men were more selfish in their interactions or at least their thoughts and fantasies to perhaps possess and use her for their pleasure, but in the end it didn’t matter. I wasn’t a selfish lover with any of my mates, and the goddess was no different in that way, even if clearly it was the one relationship where even my dominance in our love life was given in my desire to give her what she needed.

  She sighed and whispered, “You spoil me, my champion.”

  My fingertips and palms were in heaven, as I worked her perfect and supple body with my hands. She was putty under my hands, and when I got down to her ass her moans of delight grew a lot more heated and out of control. I took my time though, and I worked my way down one leg and up the other slowly, before I kneaded and squeezed that perfect ass for just a little longer, before turning her over and getting started on the front.

  Even on her back, my goddess’s perfectly rounded and proud C cups stuck up pertly defying gravity, and her sex was absolutely soaked for me at that point. Her liquid arousal actually dewing into droplets, much like a dew covered flower petal as I worked her chest. When I got to her breasts, I spent a lot of time there gently massaging that flesh, and teasingly brushing her nipples lightly. She was sensitive enough that her whole body quivered, and she let out a sexy breathless gasp of joy as she came for me. Not hard from just the tit play, but she was spectacularly beautiful and alluring beyond belief in the throes of pleasure.

  I worked my way down her body after that, in no rush, as I took care of the top of her legs, and last but not least massaged her pelvis, inner thighs, and her moist and ready sex. I shifted the focus slightly to sex, as I slowly worked in a single finger, while at the same time putting pressure on her folds with my palm as I worked it in a slow circle, simultaneous to me circling her nipple with my tongue, and then lightly suckling her perfect breast.

  Her whole body quivered, and her back arched as she pushed up against my hand with her silken labia and pushed her breast firmly against my mouth.

  “Please,” she said breathily.

  I knew what she wanted, and I slipped in another finger, and started to take her more firmly as I moved them in and out of her body, stroking her walls firmly with my fingertips and running over that little rough spot that drove her wild. I also bit down on her nipple quite firmly and pulled as I sucked a whole lot more decisively as well.

  She cried out, “Yes! Don’t stop!”

  Never happen, and I worked her tight grasping pussy as I attacked her other nipple and breast with my mouth. I also lifted my palm and slid my thumb under those folds and brushed her clit. Her body writhed wildly under my mouth and hands, as she cried out in ecstasy and her tight sex quivered around my fingers.

  It was only when I sensed her coming down, when I got between her legs, pulled my fingers out, and slammed my cock home.

  I let out a gasp and deep moan of my own, as my painfully aching cock was soothed by the snug and welcoming warmth of her tight sex. Her body hugged my cock so tightly, and the euphoric sensations of my most sensitive skin sliding into her warm paradise caused explosive shocks of pleasure to reverberate through my body.

  I felt a little lost in it, the pleasure of it, my deep love and need of her, but most of all I reveled at the look of love, deep blissful pleasure, and even tender and submissive awe on the face of my goddess. I started to work her with tiny circle grinds and shallow sweet thrusts, and of course she ground against me right back in perfect harmony, and her heavenly sex squeezed around me tightly in all the right places.

  I made sweet love to my goddess, ignoring the mind-bending pleasure as much as possible to focus on her reactions, and her breathless sighs, sweet gasps, and delicious moans. Her every wanton and sweet movement of her body beneath me as she writhed, trembled, and lost herself in my attentions, drove me to my best efforts.

  More than that, there was so much love in her eyes, deep and intimate, as the goddess of love looked up at me with vulnerability showing in her eyes. It was humbling, the deep connection of our gazes, as I worked her body with every skill I had. Our bodies rocked together, ground, and pleasured each other in a perfect and loving rhythm that blew my mind.

  It was surreal beyond belief, just how much my goddess loved me, trusted me, and I gave her everything I was in that moment. It almost hurt, the explosive storm of feelings in my heart, and I gave it all to her as I drowned in the pleasure we shared and the loving vulnerability in her eyes.

  She said softly and breathlessly, “I am a woman, not just a goddess. I do love you, my champion, more than you know. I do love how selfless and protective your fantasies are, and I love the way you love me. I know your life is complicated, just getting started building that family, but I have a task for you.”

  “Anything.”

  She smiled, and then the conversation paused as she trembled and quivered beneath me, her sex milked mine as I worked her through it, to extend her pleasure, but I was able to hold back. Making love, the softly sweet grinds, the mind-blowing sparks of pleasure at the short and shallow loving thrusts, I could last forever at such a speed as I lingered on the edge of bliss.

  Well, as long as she was playing fair I could last forever.

  She said dreamily, “My next child will be ours, my love. It’s been a long time since I’ve conceived in love.”

  I think my mind short-circuited for a second, and then the weight of what she wanted became apparent. Demigods weren’t raised in Olympus, as soon as she gave birth, I’d have a lifetime commitment ahead of me to raise our child. The responsibility didn’t daunt me however, and I felt a humble awe and was honored by what she was asking me. I’d also have five mates to help, and soon enough my Janice would be pregnant as well. I was also old enough and ready for it.

  I also wasn’t entirely sure what she’d meant by conceived in love, but that question could wait.

  Lastly, I suspected some of that damned flower pollen got in my eyes, because I felt my eyes water. Surely it wasn’t the potent rush of emotions storming in my chest, I was a man after all. There was also a powerful instinctual response to such an offer, filling and planting my seed into the fertile womb of the goddess I loved, was overwhelming on a whole lot of levels. From love to lust, desire, joy, and many others.

  But seriously, it had to be the pollen. Real men didn’t cry, much less in joy and awe.

  She giggled, “Don’t ever doubt, you are a gift to me.”

  Then she worked me even harder. Just as lovingly, our rhythm and speed didn’t change, but the intensity of the pleasure skyrocketed as I slid in out of her snug and rhythmically milking sex, and the slow grinds we shared became even more intense, as she swiveled her hips just a tiny bit farther. Each stroke she squeezed around me just a little tighter with her soft silken heated passage.

  I felt my pleasure coming on a lot faster, and it became difficult to control it. What really didn’t help my control, was the look of loving need on her face, and the way her eyes begged me for a baby. Begged me for the bounty of my seed, to plant a loving harvest in her womb.

  “My goddess,” I said in awe, as I released my will and allowed myself to be swept away by the pleasure. Aphrodite followed me over that edge, as a tide of pleasure roared through our minds and overcame our bodies. Hers trembled in joy and ecstasy, as mine stiffened and my legs grew weak as I started to pulse inside of her.

  It was one of the most intense orgasms of my life, not just from the mind-addling pleasure of her body, but because of the purpose. I was overwhelmed by the idea and my love, as the two of us joined in ecstasy and conceived a child together.

  Her beaming smile was blinding, and full of joy as we came together, and she claimed me with a soft lingering and affectionate kiss.

  I asked curiously, “Conceived in love?”

  She nodded, and smiled, “My partners have a lot more to do with my children’s powers than most realize. For instance, Ginny’s father was overcome by my beauty and the attendant attraction, and that influenced me by virtue of our connection, and determined her inheriting some small portion of that part of my mantel. While some of the fathers of my children were more focused on pleasure, a more selfish relationship but still my mantel, and those children are usually born with pleasure powers. Those two are the most common of my children. My beauty and pleasure are the focus of most of the champions I take to bed. Some few even get caught up in the fertility side. Their greatest fantasy is to knock up a goddess and it’s foremost in their minds from the moment we meet, and thus are born my beloved daughters and sons of fertility.

  “But the rarest of all, are my children of love. You are awed by my beauty, turned on by the idea of knocking me up, and of course you greatly enjoy the pleasure we share, but the root of our connection is one of love. Love isn’t selfish.”

  That told me a couple of things, and surprisingly there was no jealousy in me at all, at her talking about other lovers and fathers of her children. Regardless, it did make our relationship special, though not uniquely so. Just rarely so, given most of her relationships are based on shallower connections, but I was hardly the only man ever to love her and have her love. Just… among a select few, if those children conceived in love were truly rare.

  I’d take it, to want more would be to be selfish. I didn’t own her after all, and she wasn’t my mate, she was my immortal and loving goddess. A clear exception to the rules that I didn’t share, and miraculously without jealousy. It was more than that even, I felt honored to love her and be loved in return.

  Even more than that, there was a subtle message in there as well, when she’d told me that I was attracted to her beauty, enjoyed sharing pleasure, and even felt the instinctive need to breed with her. Maybe I was reading too much into it, but I think she was saying only those relationships with a base of love with her had a deep enough and meaningful connection that encompassed all her aspects and mantel. That love led to enjoyment of all aspects of her mantel, instead of a single one that while diverse and powerfully overwhelming on its own was in the end a shallow shadow of the deep connection we shared.

  I’d already said once and it was a hard concept to get across, especially in a day and age where religion was in disfavor and true worship was thought of as foolish. I loved her, but I also adored and worshipped her. She was a goddess. My goddess perhaps, but the rules of dating on Earth didn’t count. She wasn’t human, and human relationships and limits were meaningless, and her presence was awe inspiring past her mantel.

  “So, they have a natural power like your blessing?”

  She nodded, “The blessing I gave you is a poor shadow to what our child will wield, but they are similar.”

  “I love you.”

  She smiled, “And I love you. I love the way you spoil me, make love to me, but right now I’d really like it if you pounded me into oblivion. Even a good hard fucking can be done in love, and I want you to show me. I want to be overwhelmed, my love, and lose myself in you.”

  My cock twitched and surged to full size stretching her back out to a delicious hugging snugness and hot velvety heat around me. I could get on board with that plan.

  “Any particular place?”

  She giggled, “Why choose? We have an eternity tonight, my love. My ass will be fresh, after you’ve sated my pussy with that pounding.”

  That was a good point, why limit ourselves? I got to work on that pounding her into oblivion thing. I lost track in those hours of endless night that felt like days of pleasure. With only short breaks and chats between our sometimes wild and sometimes sweet, but always loving sex life.

  She may have been my goddess, but she was also a woman who gloried in giving her body and her love to her man, and she was surprisingly submissive most of the time. Though, I was starting to get used to the fact, and despite that submission I never forgot who was really in charge. In the end though, our love meant quite a bit more than the rest of it.

  The fact that I’d made love to and fucked wildly with a goddess all night, didn’t at all detract from the pleasure and awe at waking up with both Janice’s and Nicole’s mouths on my cock and balls. Their naughty and playful giggles as I looked down at them in sleepy awe and pleasure drove me crazy and I took charge of them. I fucked them insensible and pumped a load into their sexes in short order while they both came multiple times for me.

  The three of us were laying side by side, our morning itch thoroughly scratched as we caught our breaths and our heartbeats slowed down. We’d get up in a moment to face our day, but for that moment we were in one of those post-coital pleasure dazes as the lingering endorphin release bounced around in our brains. The delicious scent of our mixed pleasures and sex just added to that decadent enjoyment of simply existing in the moment, with my kittenish Nicole nuzzling my neck and my haven teasingly stroking my chest, while I played with their backs and hair with my fingertips.

  “Good morning,” I said in contentment, the first words spoken between us that day outside of cries of pleasure and Janice’s usual naughty words of encouragement during sex.

  Nicole said softly in a warm voice, “Good morning, master,” as she snuggled deeper into me.

  Janice replied a beat later, “Lovely morning, Levi. Goddess, I feel good right now. I missed this yesterday morning, though I have to admit I took enjoyment from Ginny yesterday and miss her this morning. This should be the last morning we’re split up.”

  “Huh?”

  Janice said, “I called the custom furniture store I ordered the bed from, had them deliver here instead since my house isn’t there anymore. They should be here sometime today to deliver it.”

  The door opened, and I heard more naughty giggles as the rest of our mates piled into the room. Before I could ask why they were giggling like that, the twins crawled in the bed and pulled my mates from me and started to lick our mixed pleasure from their sexes, while my Ginny gobbled up my cock with her hot talented mouth, cleaning off the mixed sticky pleasures of me, Janice, and Nicole from my cock.

  I decided questions weren’t important, and I had the answer anyway. I sent my third load of the day down Ginny’s throat and coated her tongue a short time later, then we all finally got up and started our day.

  Chapter Ten

  The delivery truck arrived during breakfast. Ginny’s bedroom was pretty generous in size, even so it took a little creativity to make room for a bed that was literally twice the width of a normal king-sized bed. The headboard took up almost the full width of the longest wall, leaving just a few feet for access to the bathroom and closet, and barely enough space for the night tables. We’d had to move the cedar wardrobe into the closet, and the vanity next to the dresser which were now both on the wall opposite the foot of the bed. Fully half her room was taken up by the monstrosity, and the only spacious part was the six feet or so between the foot of the bed and the dresser and vanity desk.

  It also wasn’t at all lost on me, that Janice had ordered this bed before I claimed the twins. I’d thought she was building a custom bed for four, but apparently she’d conspired with Ginny and made it big enough for six, even if I hadn’t made that decision yet.

  It was sneaky, but I didn’t mind all that much because it meant all five of my mates would be sleeping with me in the same bed that night. It also added a whole lot of more square feet of play and possibility for six mates when it came to positions.

  The delivery men were polite and not crude, but they did use man code and gave me looks that clearly asked how the fuck I’d managed to live in a house with seven hot women that were all stunning tens in their own ways, and that I was clearly fucking them all. Of course, I just shrugged back helplessly, nor did I clue them into the fact two of them weren’t really mine.

  When they were gone, we finished off the remains of our breakfast and started our day. As planned, my Ginny along with Caroline, Bree, Dawn, and Aurora all went out to take care of those three things. Put the money in a secure bank, get a councilman to step down, and disgrace a CEO of a local business.

  So it was just me, Nicole, and Janice as I got changed into workout gear and we started my physical training in the work-out room. More of the same for the first hour or so, using basic moves, attacks, and defenses for Escrima.