Katerina said softly in a submissively seductive tone, “Come on in, Mark.”

  And I was almost sure that wasn’t an offer to come into her house, more an offer to cum into her hot body. Her legs were just as deliciously long as I remembered, and her tits were even bigger than my memory said they should be.

  But it was the smoldering look in her seductive dark chocolate eyes that had my attention as I stepped forward, pulled her against me firmly, and kicked the door closed behind me as I devoured her lips.

  She kissed me with an unrestrained passion and sweet sigh, that turned into a full wanton moan when I gripped her ass possessively. Her body conformed to mine, and she kissed me deeper, teasing my tongue with her own as her hands caressed my chest, shoulders, neck, and my hair.

  I held her to me firmly by her ass, while my other hand gently caressed her face and neck, lightly and teasingly putting her in the suggestion of a choke hold had her panting in excitement, as I guided her with a light touch to turn and pushed her up against the door.

  When the kiss broke, her dark brown eyes were wide with excitement, as I kissed down on her neck, my lips chasing my hand lower to her chest, where I squeezed quite firmly while kissing and sucking on her neck, and up by her ears. She let out the sexiest and cutest breathy moan as I nibbled and suckled that earlobe.

  I whispered, “It’s a pleasure to see you again, Kat. You’re a naughty girl aren’t you, wanting to be devoured and used by a god. For me to take my pleasure in your beauty and hot body.”

  She said breathily, “Yes, god yes, you ruined me. So strong, so possessive, while other men just simper at my wealth and beauty and forget that I’m also a woman that needs a strong man in bed. That I need to be taken and used, firmly with disregard for the rest. I’ve dreamed of this, you, taking me, using me, again and again.”

  “Such a naughty and dirty girl, a princess and a whore,” I said the last half of that sentence with accusation in my voice.

  I pulled and pinched her nipple, then rolled her nipple just firmly enough to also add a small twisting sensation.

  She gasped sharply, “That’s it exactly, you do understand, Mark. You know how to both treat a woman well and use her well. That’s precisely what I need to be for the man in my life, a spoiled princess and a dirty whore. But those suitors treat me like a lady in the bedroom, it’s so boring. I need to be both showered by your attention and used for your pleasure. To be desired and provocative, to make you want me so badly you can’t take it anymore. To take what you want from me. Gods, you’re so hard for me,” she purred that last, as her hand stroked me through my pants.

  She trembled and thrilled at that fact, that a god, that I wanted her so badly in that moment.

  I nipped her earlobe, and kept her pinned against the door while my lips and tongue joined my first hand, and started to tease, suckle, and nip her nipples while it migrated to her other breast and got to work on it. My second hand ran down her side and around her hips, down to her thighs, and between her legs.

  She let out a sweet moan and her body quivered, as I cupped her mound with teasing softness. The heel of my hand working her silken folds in a tight lightly pressured circle, while my middle finger teased at her moistening and hot passage.

  She said breathily in a dreamy voice, “That feels so good, teasing my body while you pin me helplessly, Mark. I so need to be your whore right now, I need to be used.”

  I growled into her breast and bit her nipple, making her cry out and her fingers to tighten in my hair, as she arched her back and pushed her breasts against my hand and lips, even as she rolled her hips involuntarily, wantonly, needing me to increase the pressure there. So I did, gladly, sliding my middle finger into her now moistened and hot needy sex, the heal of my hand circle grinding her folds just a little harder, putting more pressure and delightful friction on her clit tucked beneath those folds.

  “I’m going to devour you first, then take my pleasure from you.”

  She let out a breathy gasp as bit and pulled on a nipple, while twisting the other one, before going to my knees. The hand that had been playing with her tits stroked down her body and picked up one leg, throwing it over my shoulder, as I leaned in and my nostrils flared at the scent of her heady arousal.

  I caressed her leg over my shoulder, then dug my fingers into her hip as I leaned forward. The palm grinding her folds moved down and around, while I slipped a second finger into her quivering sex, and I replaced it with my eager tongue. Her taste was divine, and the sensation of teasing along those satiny folds with my hot tongue and lips made me moan deeply in approval. Even as I started to fingerbang her with authority, slightly curling my fingers to rub her wall and graze her G-spot.

  I was taking my time, thoroughly enjoying working her up past reason, it would make the moment I took and demanded my pleasure from her body far more delicious, for both of us. Plus, she truly was stunningly beautiful, and I wanted to look up into those wide seductive eyes as she came so hard for my tongue and nimble fingers.

  Plus, the better I made it for her the more likely she’d be open to a… scheduled affair. And I found I really wanted one with the beauty. She was exquisite, wild, and a hell of a lady.

  My exploring mouth grew harder, so both my mouth and my furiously banging fingers were firm, hard at that point, and I was working her up fast, while my left hand relaxed its possessive grip and started to stroke her leg over my shoulder with a light sweet touch. I know I’ve said it before, but it was worth repeating, the duality of sensations of soft and sweet along with hard, possessive, and demanding always drove a woman absolutely wild.

  Katerina was no exception.

  She said breathily, “Going to cum for you, don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

  I’d rather die than stop feasting until she came, but it was hot as hell to hear her begging for it. I sucked her folds into my mouth and stealthily slid my tongue through them to swirl her clit all as I churned her cunt and tapped her g-spot firmly.

  She cried out in ecstasy, “God! Mark!” and I moaned in delirious lust and wicked satisfaction as I sucked, drank, and licked up her satiny liquid ecstasy.

  I moaned softly and licked her gently through her orgasm, avoiding her now oversensitive clit, but kept churning and pounding her sex as well.

  When she started to cum down, I held her left leg firmly on my shoulder, to keep it there as I stood back up. Her eyes widened and then twinkled at me, as I put her into a split, me pushing into her and lining up my cock. I moaned in enjoyment, as her liquid ecstasy eased my passage and I slipped right in.

  The first two and most sensitive inches, at any rate. So hot and snug around me, as her pussy grasped my sensitive head with its heated silken walls, stretching out so deliciously around me. I held her leg and bent my knees slightly, as I started to pound up into her, her huge triple D breasts bouncing riotously each time I slammed into her with authority to stretch her out further.

  She said, “Yes, take me, use my whore body. So good to sate a god’s lust.”

  My cock twitched hard.

  She giggled naughtily, “Shall I worship you, while you use me, Mark? While you pound me against my own front door, like some hot soft hole to get off in?”

  I kissed her hard and demandingly, her leg literally crushed between our torsos as I pounded the rest of the way inside of her hot nubile body.

  She moaned, squeezed around me hard and arched her back to grind me as she let out a sweet gasp of pleasure.

  “Naughty, Kat. I’m going to make you cum so hard for me.”

  She gasped in shocked pleasure, as I started to drill up inside of her. One hand controlling that leg over my shoulder, while the other one went back to work on abusing her humongous tits.

  “I love when you call me Kat. I’m so full, feel so stretched out right on the edge of pain for your pleasure. And not if I make you cum first.”

  I laughed at the challenge in her tone, then moaned in shocked pleasure of my own, as she started to ripple, squeeze, and clench around me in rhythm to her tight swirling grinds, which all matched perfectly to the hard and driving pace I’d established with my cock pounding inside of her over and over again. The pleasure was almost insane, and she had a smoky sexy look aimed my way, begging for my cum with her eyes lost in mine, an arrogant look that gloried in the effect her beauty and body had on me. All of that, even as her eyes were slowly shadowed and glazed over by her second approaching orgasm.

  All I knew was she was milking me so very hard, working so very hard for me, making the luxurious pleasure of silken friction and her hot snug paradise incredible. The waves of pleasure were overwhelming, drowning me in the delightful bliss of her young hot body.

  “Naughty princess and sweet whore, I’m going to fill you.”

  She trembled, and her eyes begged me for it as she whimpered, panted and gasped to my plunging cock.

  I roared my pleasure, “Kat!” and then held on for dear life as I locked my knees and held onto her. Lost in her dark brown eyes filled with a wicked joy and a transcendent depravity as she felt me empty myself, pulse after pulse of my virility emptying into her milking paradise.

  She trembled right on the edge for me, even as she worked so hard to increase and lengthen my pleasure.

  “You didn’t want to cum,” I accused.

  She blushed, “Guilty. You made me cum so hard with your mouth, and I really wanted to feel used. Nothing makes a girl feel so dirty and used as a man that takes his pleasure first with no regard for her own.”

  I shook my head, “Now you’re in for it.”

  Her eyes widened with wanton delight, and she giggled when I spanked her firm ass hard.

  Our two hours together became a sort of blur, as we made it as far as the living room, where I took her from behind, her bent over the couch arm with her face stuck in the cushion, while I spanked and nailed her. I made her cum at least eight times, before taking my pleasure. Then I used that ponytail and took her sweet eager mouth.

  After that, I took her tits in the shower, after she soaped them up and got on her knees, to give me a titty cock massage and basically jerked me off with them. It was incredibly warm, soft, and sinfully silky for my cock. All of her body claimed at that point, I took her one more time in the bed, bending her in half and pinning her feet behind her ears.

  She was wild, wanton, and extremely flexible, a true princess and whore for me that day.

  At the moment our racing hearts slowed, as I held her close to me, possessively by her ass, just like for all the rest of my lovers. While above I kissed her warmly.

  “So, what did you want to talk about, princess?”

  Her eyes widened, and she chuckled. I’d called her whore more than once during our rutting, which she’d really gotten off on hard. So it only seemed reasonable that she got both pet names, to be used when appropriate.

  “You’d let me be your princess too?”

  “I’d love it if this became… instead of a hot and heavy tryst, a long-term affair? At least until you find the one for you, a man that can sate the princess and the whore in you.”

  She bit her lip, “I would like that very much. Are you sure? I thought…”

  “Thought what? I was an entitled jackass just after your hot body and pretty face looking up from your knees?”

  Her lips twitched, “Something like that. I wouldn’t have put it so crudely, ships passing in the night. I can do that, as long as there are no strings attached. Well, except for one. There’s the matter of why I needed to talk to you in the first place.”

  I frowned, “I guess I was seeing it through my own ambition, what else do we have to talk about?”

  She said softly, “Well, it’s been two weeks since the first time. Let me make it clear, I don’t expect or want anything from you that you aren’t willing to give. This isn’t a shakedown.”

  Uh oh. My power chose then to enlighten me to the truth, just a split second before she spit it out.

  She took a deep breath, “I’m pregnant, and it’s definitely yours. Two weeks ago was the first time I’ve had sex in months. I do have strong appetites, but I’m not usually one for one-night stands, only in a relationship. I made an exception, because of the obvious.”

  Right, to nail a god. So I’d just knocked up what amounted to a very rich and hot god groupie. Not that there was anything wrong with that, but it did change my perspective a little bit.

  “I see. And you don’t want anything?”

  She shook her head, “I don’t need anything. You can walk away strings free, or you could be a part of his or her life. See him or her when you drop by for our weekly rut? If you’re still interested, that is.”

  I nodded. I was getting she was keeping it, so I wasn’t going to even suggest differently. Of course she was, she’d gotten pregnant on purpose. That was very clear to me, now. For some reason or another she wanted her child to be a demigod.

  “I will be a part of our child’s life. As to you and me, all I can say now is we’ll be lovers in an affair. Over time that might evolve, to at least a friendship I would hope.”

  I mean, just because she was a groupie that got pregnant on purpose didn’t mean she wasn’t also an amazing woman, did it? It was also my fault, I didn’t ask, didn’t bag it, and didn’t have a charm yet. Getting angry wouldn’t help.

  Plus, on the really shallow end, I didn’t want to stop fucking her, and I liked her despite what she’d just admitted to me.

  She looked relieved, “I didn’t expect any of it, I hoped for the first part, and you make my heart sing with the second. I’d love to see you weekly, and I’ll text if I’ll be out of the country.”

  I muttered a spell under my breath, and I touched her stomach.

  She gave me a worried look.

  I said, “It’s fine, I mean the pregnancy is fine, and your body is exactly where it needs to be. For the pregnancy.”

  She relaxed into me, conforming her body to mine, “You keep surprising me, Mark. You’re so much better than I expected, on both ends of the spectrum. I’ll be your princess and whore, for as long as you want me to be. Especially if we’re going to raise our child together, even if I’m doing most of the work. I don’t… need more than that, and I have servants to help me. I’m not a cold person, but I’m very wealthy, and it’s hard to trust people. You know? Anyone can be an opportunist when billions are on the line.”

  “Marry me?” I asked in an outrageously faux dreamy voice.

  She snorted and elbowed me.

  I chuckled, and then held her tighter, “So, would you like to know the sex?”

  She looked at me, then shook her head, “Maybe later, but right now I want it to be a surprise.”

  I said, “Wow, bun in the oven.”

  She snorted, “Eloquent, but I understand. You’re actually taking it really well, I suspect it hasn’t sunk in yet.”

  “Names picked out?”

  She blushed, “Since I was twelve. Nathan if it’s a boy, Natasha for a girl.”

  Natasha it is. Damn, I needed to buy a shotgun, if she’ll be anything like her mother.

  “So, you wanted this, for an heir without a man scheming for your fortune.”

  She nodded, “I truly did. That she’ll be a demi-god and her father is a god is just a bonus of sorts. She’ll need to be strong, to walk the path I did and inherit such wealth.”

  “So, Tuesday afternoons work for you, or would another time or day be better?”

  She tilted her head, “How about mornings, any day is fine, say from seven to nine. Nine is when the staff gets here, and they normally leave at six. Also, don’t bother knocking. The idea of you just appearing in my bedroom and taking me while I’m sleeping…” she trailed off, shivered in a good way, then said seductively, “Yes, please.”

  I chucked and patted her ass, “That sounds perfect. I don’t sleep but two hours a night, and we usually have breakfast at six. Do you want to know…” I cut myself off, as I’d almost just spilled the beans on accident, “The child’s abilities?”

  She nodded and looked up at me curiously.

  “Our child will be able to use witchcraft with the appropriate spell components. Also enhanced athleticism and intuition on a social level, into others and their motivations. I have no idea what’s normal that way. The fae suggest that demigods were the fount of the three living supernatural races that split apart due to selective breeding with priorities on traits. So that makes some sense, the magic of a witch, the athleticism of a shifter, and the intuition of a fae, but watered down. Our child will never lead a coven for instance, or be able to change shape. The power in total will be stronger than the strongest shifter or witch, due to first generation demi-god, but split between three aspects.”

  She frowned, “Why are you speaking so slowly?”

  I chuckled, “Editing my speech for pronouns, it’s not something that comes naturally. It’d be too easy to slip since I know the sex. I almost did twice so far, so I’m being extra careful.”

  She giggled, “Thank you, that’s… really sweet.”

  She kissed me deeply

  Damn, good kisses, maybe we had enough time for just one more round.

  She really didn’t seem to mind, when I rolled on top, parted her legs, and pushed inside firmly and inexorably. On the contrary, she grinned up at me as her sex clenched around me, and her eyes widened with lustful anticipation as I pinned her arms over her head. She really was a sexy and beautiful whore needing to be used, but she was also a princess.

  On that last round I gave her exactly what she wanted, satisfied with the dozens of orgasms I’d already given her. I pounded her with a possessively insane lust in my eyes and took my pleasure, nutted inside of her without a care for her own. Didn’t even try to hold back, and she went wild for me.