“Anyway, she told me that when I did surrender myself completely to you, and my mantel and purpose, that my orgasms with you would be transcendent in nature, and far more powerful than anything I’ve ever felt before. She was right.”

  I nodded thoughtfully, caressing her body with lots of suds and soap, thoroughly over every inch including the fun parts, but no longer there than anywhere else. This wasn’t about sex, it was about intimacy. Her warm gray eyes were mesmerizing, so soft and lovely as she looked into mine and soaped me up too.

  It was intimate, and I was already feeling the stirrings of affection. After we finished and rinsed off, I muttered a quick spell that dried the shower stall and us, then took her into my arms and kissed her. Sweetly, languidly, while my hands teased her hair and lower back.

  She melted into me with a sweet moan, and when it broke her eyes were bright.

  “Thank you for being you, honey. For still… respecting me in the morning, I guess is the sentiment I’m groping for, and I won’t use a lot of words. I’m sure, I know you understand what I mean. Brenna needs me, and June needs you.”

  I got it, no judgement in me for it, just awe and respect for her, no matter how wild and slutty she might get for me between the sheets, proverbially speaking. She’d been afraid I’d judge her by the standards of our society, but I didn’t. We were gods, and it was different for us for myriad reasons, so I guess I’d fully embraced it too.

  She kissed me warmly, then winked right before she disappeared. No doubt teleported to June’s office, the closet where her clothes were.

  Brenna did need company, it was her first time not joining our nightly orgy with joyful and wicked abandon. I knew she’d recover, and it wasn’t the absence of the sex that bothered me. Not getting to warm my cock in her that night was unimportant to me on its own. It was what that absence meant that upset me. My wild witch was hurting, but Lily would take care of her tonight.

  I got out of the stall and headed into the bedroom, where June was lounging sexily on the bed in nothing but red sexy lingerie panties and black knee-high boots with stiletto heels. Otherwise naked, and she was absently tugging and brushing one of her deliciously large nipples.

  “Wicked?”

  June blushed, “Girl talk can get wilder and far more explicit than most men realize, but I’m still your innocent and wild June, sir.”

  I winked, “I know that. You look delectable right now, innocent and scrumptious.”

  June smiled, “Lily?”

  “Fully ours and loving it. I think it was me going in there that clinched it actually, made her fully commit to her mantel and connection to us. So thanks for that.”

  June asked, “You didn’t want to?”

  I snorted, “Of course I did, she’s amazing, as ridiculously hot as you are, and an amazing woman besides, but you were right in front of me.”

  She giggled, “And now I am again, sir. What will you do to me now that you have me all alone and at your mercy?” she asked in mock fright.

  I laughed, then pounced. Our nightly romp was just getting started, and it’d be especially intimate that night, and I planned to blow her mind. Again and again, and I did. We whiled away hours, alternating between making sweet love and plowing her roughly, and I lost count of the transcendent orgasms she’d had around my cock, in both ways.

  The painting was a bit salacious as I stood back and took it in. Lily dancing joyfully in a field of wildflowers lost in sensuous emotions and movements. She was naked, but the frozen position of her spinning body while showing her swelling breast at an angle hid her nipples, and the way her waist was twisted it also showed her amazingly sexy and petite bubbled ass, but not her sex or puckered star. Her face was in full view glancing over her shoulder, and she had lilies in her hair and wreath of them around her neck and smaller wreath bracelets which had lily buds on them.

  The flower of love, devotion, purity, and fertility. Which matched perfectly in my opinion. There was nothing impure about sex, but there was an undeniable purity of purpose and joy in her surrender to seduction and dance.

  Around her on the edges of the meadow, to the sides and back were other woman dancing topless with a single lily in their hair. The symbology there obvious, that they were dancing at Lily’s direction and under her powerful inspiration. There were men kneeling at their feet looking up in awed and thrilled yet denied lust as they were cock-teased by the women at Lily’s direction. It was very provocative, and I was positive she’d love it when I gave it to her. Maybe even hang it in the office, at work.

  I covered it carefully, so she wouldn’t accidentally see it before then.

  I pulled out my phone, and found the right name, then hit call.

  “Hello?”

  “Steph, how’s my favorite FBI witch?”

  She snickered, “Just fine this morning, you have something for me?”

  I nodded, even if she couldn’t see it, “I do. Bank robbery in Dallas, a minor god by the name of Brent Doyle. Umm, the American Bank on fourth street, at exactly two twenty-one central time.”

  She asked, “Will you be there?”

  I replied, “No need. He’s a very minor messenger god, no active offensive power. His only personal mantel power is flying, like Hermes but he’s not even that powerful. He plans to use compulsion on the teller. Some tasers and witch cuffs should do just fine. Worst case, he gets away, then I’ll go and get him for you. Just call if he teleports out before you can cuff him. Now that I’ve seen him, he can’t evade me.”

  Stephanie asked, “Why do you think you saw it?”

  “Well, I look for any threats to me, the country, or something with the potential to stir up a lot of negative opinion and stories in the media. It’s the latter case this time. He umm, he. Well, the teller is pretty, and he takes her with him to make use of her. Let’s just say the anti-god sentiment takes a step or ten up the crap throwing scale when a god uses his abilities to rape a human woman. She’s um, engaged, and to a congressmen’s son, which raises the potential fallout further.”

  Stephanie sighed, “Understood. I’ll call you if there’s a problem with the takedown.”

  “He doesn’t turn around, so just stage a couple of men with tasers in plain clothes in the waiting area, on the green couch. Once the teller starts loading cash up in a bag, the other tellers will make it obvious she’s doing something wrong. Crime in progress. Then the two guys can just stand up and shoot the idiot in the back.”

  Stephanie snorted, “That makes it easier. I’ll be in touch, if it works out the grand will be wired to your account.”

  Yeah, once the paperwork went through, which would take weeks, but that was fine. It’s not like I needed it, it was the principle of the thing.

  “Thanks, Steph. Have a magical day,” I said that last grandly.

  She snorted, “You’re in a good mood. Talk to you soon,” then hung up.

  I really was in a good mood. Lily was a hundred percent on board, I was making ten million for a painting minus Allison’s part in just a couple of hours, and Amber’s poisonous presence was gone. Plus, I’d really enjoyed making that painting, to kill the time so I wasn’t calling Stephanie at an indecent hour.

  I moved into the kitchen and hugged Brenna from behind, and I kissed the top of her head before patting her ass and moving away. Her body language was all wrong, she was usually so sinfully sensual, so I knew not to push it. At the same time, she’d told me to be me, and I knew she liked my attention, so I was walking the balance beam of sorts.

  “Breakfast smells delicious, Brenna.”

  She was making bacon and cheese omelets again, with mushrooms, onions, tomatoes, and green pepper. There were also biscuits in the oven.

  Brenna said, “Thanks, it should be ready in a minute.”

  June and Lily came down, and I kissed them both breathless, they both grinned at me as we sat the table. The world was right again, June was in a cute pink and white sundress, and Lily had on a pair of shorts and a halter top. Neither of them had on bras, but it was far more obvious on Lily since June’s dress had its own minimal support. Not to mention Lily’s ginormous nipples.

  Lily asked, “What came over you this morning?”

  June giggled, “Besides me, often and hard?” and then of course she blushed furiously.

  Lily snickered, “Yes, besides you.”

  I tilted my head, “I don’t know. I think I may have fully accepted it too, my mantel and our bonds I mean. I mean, I’m in awe of both of you, and Brenna too. Have been since we met, but I don’t know if I’d truly accepted my mantel before now. There was always a reservation, that this was wrong, a naughty thrill and exciting, but like it couldn’t really last. I think yesterday pushed me over that.”

  June asked archly, “So not a naughty thrill anymore?”

  I laughed, “It will always be that. Wrong choice of words, I didn’t mean naughty good, I meant naughty bad, like the feeling you get getting away with doing something wrong? I don’t know. I think a big part of it was learning yesterday what it’s truly like for you both, and then seeing the joy and pleasure you took in your combined seduction last night in the woods. That we will never be human normal, and that’s not only just alright, that’s amazing and right, for us.”

  Lily asked, “Anyone else want to suck him off really bad right now?”

  June smiled widely and raised her hand, her cheeks still slightly rosy, while Brenna winked saucily out of habit, but her heart wasn’t in it yet.

  “Anyway, after breakfast I have a picture to deliver, the owner is expecting me at nine, but then the day is pretty open. I’ll probably wind up installing the marble counters and new appliances today. They’re all ready to go. Fixing and painting the walls, and the cabinet and new floor installations will wait for another day.

  “It might not be done for lunch, so we can eat sandwiches, but it’ll be done by dinner.”

  They all nodded.

  June said, “I’ll be writing.”

  Lily said, “I’m closing in on having a full business plan and location, but I’m not there yet. Brenna’s been helping me with it.”

  Brenna said, “I’ll help you too, Mark. Empty out the fridge and all that. I’ll go get some ice from the store and fill the coolers.”

  “Perfect,” I turned to my goddesses, “So, why aren’t one of you doing it? Consider your hair pulled, gorgeous. Don’t make me get up and put you on your knees.”

  Lily blushed, then laughed at my laziness, as she slid off her chair and crawled between my legs. She looked up at me breathlessly with adoring wide eyes, as I caressed her face gently as she got my cock out, then she sucked me off with a wanton vigor and all her best shock and awe techniques, hungry for me to finish in her, to taste me, and hell if my body was going to deny her need. She got her little appetizer before the food hit the table, it was just that damned good and passionate, and she looked incredibly satisfied and joyful as she got back to her seat. As if I’d given her a gift, by as she’d said last night, using her mouth to sheath my cock.

  And I really had given her a gift. That sounded arrogant, insanely egotistical even, the gift of my cock in her mouth and the taste of my seed, but it wasn’t arrogant. It was acceptance of fact. Of course, she’d done me a favor too, it’s not like I hadn’t enjoyed it.

  I’d say it was a bit surreal, but it wasn’t. Not anymore. I had fully accepted it, our roles and mantels, no judgement, just joy and enjoyment in it, and I knew she’d enjoyed it just as much as I had, if not more. I wasn’t taking them for granted, I still wanted to woo them, dine them, lay the world at their feet, and give them everything they needed and wanted. I was still awed by them all, but I also accepted their place and desire was in seducing and pleasing me. Acceptance in awe, not arrogant entitlement, and there was a big different between the two, but not much difference in the displayed confidence.

  It was a hell of a day so far, did I mention?

  Of course, nothing was perfect, I knew the cost would continue and there’d be problems. But fully accepting it and embracing my mantel and our bonds, meant that I didn’t have to worry about it. I could look out for issues, use my seer ability and be vigilant, but at the same time I could subsume myself in the quiet moments, and take simple joy in the women in my life and what we shared.

  In short, no more borrowing fear and angst from the future road bumps and brick walls. I was going to enjoy life to the fullest during the good times, and I’d take the punches and black eyes as they came. Which was pretty fantastic.

  Lastly on this subject, for the first time I now understood what they meant by transcendent orgasm. Embracing my mantel fully, accepting it, also meant the bond between us became far more apparent and deeper. Focusing on them became synonymous with focusing on our bond. The normal wild sensations and pleasures of filling Lily’s mouth had been accompanied by a transcendent connection to her, almost like we were one, and that had intensified the orgasm by leaps and bounds in a spiritual way as well as in the pure pleasure of it being enhanced past what was reasonable.

  I almost couldn’t wait to feel what that would be like with June, who I loved beyond distraction on top of all the rest. I’d had her body pleasing mine all night last night, but I almost felt like a virgin looking forward to his first true experience with a woman he loved.

  But, breakfast was served, and while we wallowed in our newfound acceptance, it didn’t control us. I could wait, and I took joy in their presence alone and pushed it out of my head. Later, was more than soon enough to find out.

  I knocked on the door at exactly nine-thirty in the morning. The house was on about thirty acres, and it was a fenced in property with security gates and all that. It was the place of someone in the nine-digit millions, at the least, because anything less and they couldn’t afford the upkeep. But I told her on the phone I’d just be teleporting to her front door, so it wouldn’t be a shock to her. She had a lovely warm voice, and I knew she was young and rich, but that was about all.

  Katerina Johnson opened the door, and she was seductively lovely in her mid-twenties with an open silk robe on, revealing her red bikini clad body. Dark brown flowing hair, seductive chocolate eyes, and a strong classic beauty of face. She was very young, rich, and beautiful.

  Her body was lithe and leggy, a lot like Lily’s in dimension, but not toned like a dancer’s, with soft understated feminine curves that were still delightfully alluring. With the slight but important distinction of her tits. Her breasts were vast on a level I wasn’t even going to guess. I’d seen and played with double Ds, and hers were bigger. Not by much, so maybe triple D or F? I had no idea, outside of the fact they were mouthwateringly huge and large enough for my eight inches to get lost in.

  Lastly, the fact that she’d answered the door for a scheduled appointment in a red bikini and a sensually open and tantalizing silk robe that barely reached mid-thigh, told me she may have bought my painting and had me deliver it for more than just one reason. The warm inviting look in her eyes, and wide smile were also clues that she was hoping this god, me, was a gigolo for seven figures.

  Rich, hot, gorgeous, huge tits, and a god groupie.

  My mind immediately did mental gymnastics, and I classified any customer as an acquaintance. No, Katerina Johnson was definitely not a stranger. Nope, not at all. That little bit of self-rationalizing bullshit worked on me, because how could anyone that owned my art not be an acquaintance? Dubiously justified to dip my cock inside the beauty, I returned her warm inviting smile with one of my own.

  “Miss Johnson, a pleasure to meet you.”

  Katerina waved that away in a way that made her breasts jiggle hypnotizingly, and she tilted her head. Her voice was warm, a little sultrier than one the phone, and just a tinge shy. Maybe she was nervous about meeting and seducing a god, or maybe it was just an artful part of the seduction. You know what? I didn’t care, either way it hit my libido hard.

  “You must call me Kat.”

  I smiled, “Call me Mark then, Kat.”

  She backed up gracefully and waved me inside.

  I moved in carefully with the painting, and followed her toward the living room, her tight little pear-shaped ass was mesmerizing, over those mile long legs.

  The living room was well lighted, the whole back wall was a window into the backyard.

  She moved over and knelt on the couch, sticking her ass out while gesturing at the wall while looking at me over her shoulder with a smoldering look.

  Then said, “I was thinking here over the couch, or perhaps over my bed. I haven’t been able to decide. Do you think you could advise me on its placement inside my… house.”

  Dear gods, I was already hard after that. I was entirely sure she wasn’t talking about the painting at all anymore.

  “No rush,” I said as I stepped up behind her, “I have plenty of time to explore all those options, and more. You’re quite beautiful, Kat,” and she quivered when I touched her neck and moved my body against her, my hard cock pushing into her ass.

  She said, “Then I’m in very good hands,” I teased my hands over those breasts as I slid her robe off, and she said breathily, “Very good hands,” again, sultry and breathy as she ground back against me.

  Needless to say, Katerina Johnson was a wild one, and I think she enjoyed giving up control as I took her and gave her pleasure while taking my own. I’d gotten the impression she usually overwhelmed men with her looks, sexuality, and riches, and was usually in control. I disabused her of that notion with a confidence that sent shocked lust through her eyes, as well as surprise.

  Once I’d worked her up with firm and possessive strokes of my hands, and our hot as hell kissing, I took her hard over her couch, then I took her hard in her bed. Then up against the shower wall while we got clean. Then I made her howl on the tip of my tongue, fucked her tits and blew on her face, and then I took her one more time with a vigorous and long assault that made her cum so hard and often that she passed out.