I mean, following June’s plan and thoughts, I could probably handle four a day without stretching things too far, so that was nine nymphs and three other lovers. Especially if they were all bi.

  I’d need a mansion with thirteen or more bedrooms, and a master bed at least big enough for five, since our nights would be split by three as well. It was honestly a little overwhelming to think about, but it wasn’t like I could turn a nymph away, and we’d need advisors.

  I felt a little like a greedy pervert, upping my potential lovers to an even dozen, but really it was kind of reasonable, given everything. In truth, I’d be more than happy with just June and Brenna. But I wasn’t going to turn down nymphs I had a connection to, nor would I turn away wise advisors from the other races who had knowledge I currently lacked.

  Point being, they wouldn’t be added just to warm my bed, but that was inevitably going to happen too.

  I kissed her and cupped her ass possessively, digging my fingertips into her cute, tight, supple, and gorgeously petite bubbled ass.

  She kissed me dreamily, and she looked at me with wicked reverence as I stepped back. She really liked me taking firm confident control of her, and I liked it too, so that worked out well.

  “See you soon, Brenna.”

  She winked.

  Then I teleported home, perhaps cowardly leaving it to her to explain the loud sex to her sexy twin granddaughters, even as I wondered if we’d turned them on. Brenna had been far from quiet in her appreciation, and the table banging had been loud.

  The secure building wasn’t any trouble to get into while hidden from mortal eyes, ears, and noses. It took us a little longer to figure out where the war god was, and longer still to get to the secure infirmary. He was in a bed with a drip, looked passed out or in an induced coma, with two pairs of cuffs chaining his hands to the bedframe and suppressing his magic. They’d no doubt done that when they realized he’d never calm down and was too dangerous to himself in a cell and conscious.

  None of that was the problem, it would be easier even to surf his memories while he wasn’t aware with his power suppressed.

  No, the problem was the circle of wards circling the bed. Apparently, the witches hadn’t trusted the cuffs fully to hold a god, so had doubled down with a containment ward of some kind. If I crossed it then I’d lose access to witchcraft and power, and I probably wouldn’t be able to leave it. Witchcraft also wouldn’t work through it, not the spell I had in mind, anyway.

  “This ward has exceptions, but to be added to them we need the original witch. Knowing the spell won’t help us. I’m also hesitant to take it down from the outside, it would bring the whole building running as soon as the witch it’s connected to cried out.”

  June bit her lip, “You’re right, so what now?”

  She looked amazing, she had on the redhead disguise, and she was wearing skintight soft black leather pants, and a leather vest that held her tits just above her nipples, and it was tight and looked like they might just pop out. Which I supposed fit in with the redhead roleplay tit fuck fetish. Her stomach was also bare. Lastly, she had on calf high white boots with three-inch heels. That was just in case we had to visible for any reason, and she was using a charm.

  I had the same thing going on, illusion charm to look different I mean, not the leather wear.

  I tilted my head, “What if they already have the information? What if the witches already went in there to see what was going on? After what the guy did, the most liberal judge would’ve signed a warrant to search his mind without batting an eye.”

  June nodded, “That makes sense. If they don’t, we can block the door with a spell that’ll last just two hours or so before it fades, between the two of us it’d take three full covens to break it. That would give us plenty of breathing space to break this ward and delve his memories.”

  Right, the whole building would converge on the medical ward, but they wouldn’t be able to get in.

  “Alright, we’ll call that plan B, I’d like to avoid them even knowing we’re here, if possible. But the information he has is important, so we’ll do it if we have to.”

  June turned and walked away, the leather conforming tightly to her ass and curvy hips. We moved out into the hallway, then headed for the front of the building where all the offices were surrounding the bull pen. She walked into a lieutenant’s office, then went over to the computer, but when she shook the mouse to wake up the screen, it was locked.

  “We’re going to have to compel someone,” she said as she turned her head and looked up into my eyes.

  I sighed, “I suppose saving the world and humanity counts for a good reason?”

  She giggled, “Yes, I’d say so.”

  She got up and then melted against me, so I put my arms around her and caressed the back of her hair and right above her ass, “I need a skulking persona, for missions. Using one of the roleplay harem was a mistake, because all I can think about while wearing this is you using my tits for your pleasure, all while I get off on how amazing it feels. And it is, amazing I mean, to feel your cock slide through them.”

  I laughed, and then kissed the top of her head. She wasn’t lying either, the time I’d enjoyed her C cups that way she had cum for me and been a hot mess about it.

  “Alright, medium reddish-brown hair, dark gray eyes, and a classic beauty with strong cheekbones, but otherwise it’s just normal you. No background, just a physical disguise, and I never get to have sex with her.”

  She giggled, “Her? Perfect. Next time I’ll do that.”

  The lieutenant’s keys, and a steaming coffee cup was on the desk, so I figured he wouldn’t be long, which was why we were just standing there in an empty office.

  Sure enough he walked in and swung the door shut behind him without pausing, as he got behind his desk, sat, and then tilted his head. No doubt, he’d expected the monitor to time out given how long he was gone, doing whatever he’d been doing. He frowned and looked around him.

  Which was when June went visible.

  He went for his gun, but barely had his hand on it when she ordered, “Stop. Log in, bring up the Ned Forager case, then stand in the corner until we’re done. You’ll also forget I was here as soon as we leave.”

  The lieutenant logged in, and then went through the menus to bring up the case. Then stood up and walked over to the corner.

  She sat behind his monitor, and I read over her shoulder as she went through all the screens on the case. There was a bit of a learning curve, so it helped to start in the right spot.

  Then we found it. They had gotten an image from his mind, and then used an illusion spell to take a picture of, so they could run a face recognition check against the FBI and local databases.

  Clarissa Brown. Same birthday, and she had an arrest record a mile long. The picture was a mug shot, and she looked strung out, but she was still the most attractive woman I’d ever laid eyes on. That was saying a lot with June warming my bed, who was a perfect ten if there ever was one.

  Clarissa had dark brown hair, seductive chocolate brown eyes with long thick eyelashes. She had light brown golden-tinged skin, and the beauty of her face was a flawless amalgam of European, African, Latina, and Eastern beauty. Exotic as hell, with strong cheekbones on an oval face. Truly exquisite of face.

  Her body was on the lush side of average, at five foot eight she had lovely rounded D cups and wide hips, and deliciously long legs, which were all shown to advantage in the slutty outfit she’d had on when being arrested for prostitution. The side picture showed she had a juicy firm ass, that was half hanging out of her micro-skirt, and it was obvious she was wearing a thong.

  I mean, June was one of the sexiest and most exotically beautiful women I’d ever met, and I felt guilty thinking that this crazy chick was hotter. Not significantly, but she redefined the beauty scale.

  The details of her life would have to wait, her entire file had been appended to the case, or linked to it, whatever.

  She clicked on the menu, then hit print. The printer in the corner of the office started to whir, and then spit out page after page, and that was just for the one section, the information we wanted.

  “Sexy,” I accused.

  She giggled, “Even my admin skills are sexy?”

  I laughed, “Yes. The way you breath, pretty much does it for me.”

  She started to laugh, “It’s nice to be appreciated and admired, sir.”

  “I’m all over both, you’re more impressive every day.”

  She blushed, “Thank you, sir. I feel the same. They’ve got a BOLO out for her, nationwide. I think we should compel a member of the task force to let us know when they spot her. Obviously, they won’t be able to stop her, or we wouldn’t need to be here.”

  I nodded, “True, and another sexy idea.”

  She winked, then compelled the lieutenant to pick up a burner phone and use it to text us Clarissa’s location as soon as the woman was found. She also compelled him to destroy the sim card and phone, and stop sending updates, the moment he heard of Clarissa’s death. Which made sense, we wouldn’t need more updates at that point, and the burner phone would be the only thing that linked us to the case at all.

  It was a hard thing, contemplating the murder of a woman that had been a victim her whole life, but if we gave her even a small chance to live then the world would end. That couldn’t be allowed. No one could fight her on fair terms, much less subdue her long term. Still, it was justified homicide, self-defense both for me personally and humanity as a whole to protect them. So I wouldn’t lose that much sleep over it.

  The printer stopped, and she got up and scooped out the thick stack of paper. Then we both disappeared in globes of golden light.

  She was doing the same thing as last time, once I’d cum all over her tits. Scooping up the cum from her cleavage to rub into her nipples, while squirming wildly on her fingertips while sucking her nipples clean. It was so hot to watch, almost like she really had the fetish in her redhead disguise, I mean she was literally getting off on it.

  Then she took off the charm and leather pants, and she cleaned up with a spell before putting on yoga pants and a loose t-shirt. I was fairly sure after finding out she was immortal, she’d entirely given up on the idea of wearing a bra. No fear of sag ever being an issue, and I sure as hell didn’t mind.

  Then she snuggled into me.

  “Thanks, sir. I really needed that.”

  I chuckled, “Anytime.”

  She giggled, then picked up the stack of papers. She started reading, handing the top one to me when she was done with it, while I kept them in order by putting them upside down as I finished each page.

  Her file was not pleasant reading. She was a victim of an abusive home, child and sex trafficking. She’d been broken, a veritable sex slave her whole life. Tons of hospital visits, and probably ten times as many beatings that didn’t lead to hospitalization.

  The witches were fairly sure she was Aphrodite reborn, based on what they saw in the war god’s memories. Ned Forager. Living a life with nothing but pain, misery, and darkness. I couldn’t imagine taking on the mantle of pleasure, when for her pleasure meant abuse. Love, where she’d never experienced love. They thought her getting so powerful overnight had broken her mind a second time.

  In a normal person, she’d be dangerous, but as the most powerful being currently walking the Earth’s surface, she was a threat beyond reckoning. I mean, it was a shock, the goddess of love, but she’d clearly had her mind broken and was a wounded angry animal striking out. Destroying it all.

  On top of that she had an arrest record a mile long. Mostly prostitution and drugs, but there were a few instances of petty theft as well.

  She was also good for several pimps and Johns who had been found mutilated. Self-mutilated horribly, before they’d taken their lives, and they’d left suicide notes listing all of their dark misdeeds. It noted the Johns’ list of sins had all included unwelcome forced perversions on prostitutes.

  Lastly, she hadn’t been seen at her shithole apartment since the night before the first wave all got their powers.

  She asked, “How do you plan to do it?”

  “Incinerate her, as quickly as possible. Teleport and blast, or sneak in and blast, before she can talk or order me to stop and obey her. It’s a crazy gamble, rolling the dice on humanity’s existence in a such a way, but what alternative is there? If we don’t go after her, she will find us and take my free will. On the offensive she’ll be ready, and I won’t have a snowball’s chance in hell. But if I catch her by surprise, I can end this in a second. Anyway, you really can’t come with me, I intend to be a bomb of sorts, I can’t afford to hold back.”

  She sighed, “I don’t know, but it’s not a bad plan. Her body won’t be any more indestructible than yours or mine.”

  I pulled her into my arms, and she let out a soft happy sigh and nuzzled into me.

  “Until then, we wait for the text and keep an eye on things. I’m checking the other victims once every twenty to thirty minutes, and I’ll be checking the future each night.”

  She said breathily, “This is nice. Maybe I’ll take the afternoon off.”

  I grinned, “Good plan. Brenna will be here soon, and I’m enjoying you right now.”

  She kissed my chest, then said warmly, “I’m enjoying being enjoyed by you, Mark.”

  I chuckled, then kissed her languidly, and she melted against me with a sweet sensual sigh of contentment at being with me. Then I just held her, and we chatted and got to know each other better. A few days or not, June was quickly worming her way deeply into my heart.

  Chapter Nine

  The mid-afternoon sunlight warmed us from above. We’d moved into the backyard, me in shorts and she’d thrown that red bikini back on. We were lying together on the wide outdoor lounger, and it was all about the intimacy of touching, for the moment our lust was sated. She loved being in my arms, and so close as she looked into my eyes, and it was obviously one of my favorite things as well lately.

  She may not have jealousy within her, but I suspected a large part of it was having me all to herself for the moment. She knew that would end soon. Even with Brenna here, it wouldn’t change significantly, but when there were eleven of us or more even her day to be with me would be shared by two or three others.

  That’s where Brenna found us. She walked out in a white bikini with her bright auburn hair in a ponytail, which fully revealed her severely and exotically beautiful face. It was both cute and sexy somehow, the simple ponytail I mean, and she was smiling and looked at us both with awe as she knelt at our feet.

  June said, “You didn’t tell me she was such a beauty, Mark. Rise, Brenna. You are welcome in our home.”

  Brenna replied, “Thank you, June,” and slowly stood up.

  June nodded to the lounger on her side, and Brenna quickly got into it, while I was fascinated with their interaction, they were both curious and warm, Brenna awed and June admiring.

  June said, “We should talk about your duties, which will be fairly light. We can both clean with magic without cost, so we won’t have you spending hours scrubbing the place daily.”

  Brenna nodded, “I understand.”

  June looked at me.

  I said, “You’re our advisor. You’re also responsible for the shopping and all meals, you’ll be given both a household budget which you will manage, as well as weekly stipend, we’ll have to work that out.”

  She frowned, “I’m here to serve you in faith and worship, not be paid for it.”

  I nodded, “But you’ll need money for new clothes, or just to buy witch supplies for your personal spells. The witch supplies for the wards I want the three of us to put up, and for the house in general, will be household of course. But everyone needs money, Brenna. We’re not paying you to serve us, it’s a living stipend. An allowance if you will.”

  Brenna nodded reluctantly, “Of course, I humbly accept. Thank you.”

  “The only exception to the meals is if June wants to cook, if she doesn’t ask assume you’re doing it. So, advisor, cook, shopper, are your general duties. We handle the cleaning with magic. You’ll also of course, do anything else we ask, but I think that’s it on general duties.”

  June wiggled against me, “One more thing for your standard duties. Always dress attractively and be perfectly groomed. I want you to look as tempting as possible for our Mark.”

  Brenna’s lips twitched, “I knew I was going to like you, June. I would’ve done that anyway. Nothing excites me more than seducing a god into ravishing me.”

  They both giggled.

  “Are you settled in?”

  Brenna nodded, “I have my things in the bathroom, I can finish unpacking when I turn in tonight.”

  “Which room?”

  Brenna smiled, “The smaller one, against the master bedroom. It’s plenty big enough still.”

  June asked, “Why?”

  Brenna said, “More goddesses will come, I should have the smallest. Plus, I’ll be able to hear you two going at it while I rub one out and wear out the vibe batteries.”

  June giggled, and blushed furiously, “I see. You’re as wicked as he said, aren’t you?”

  Brenna nodded unabashedly, “I really am. It’s my place, on my knees or bent over something, my body servicing my god’s pleasure.”

  Damn, these two are going to kill me.

  June said, “One more thing, he’s going to be putting in flower and food gardens, do you want a space for an herb garden?”

  Brenna nodded, “That would be good, yes. Thank you.”

  June said, “So, here’s what’s going on…” she went on to lay it all out, what we were facing, with the world and humanity on the line.

  Brenna looked truly disturbed, and I didn’t think it was the end of the world scenario. I think it was because a goddess had been capable of being broken and going violently insane. She truly had us on a pedestal, well that shiny would’ve worn off eventually anyway. Not to say it would change anything for her or us.