She sent a text, dropped her phone on the table, and shimmied out of her chair onto the floor. It was only a couple of seconds later I felt her hands undoing my pants and fishing me out, then my cock was engulfed in the hot pleasures of her mouth.

  I looked down, to see potently adoring and wickedly worshipping eyes looking up at me with absolute devotion. Her eyes hooded with the pleasure of having my cock grow in her sweet and hot mouth.

  She popped off and stroked me, “Sometimes, a girl just needs her man’s dick in her mouth.”

  Mandy giggled, “The goddess’s own truth.”

  She said, “I usually resist because of circumstances, but not this time. I need you in my hot mouth.”

  I was in awe, as she took me back in, and leaned back in my chair to enjoy the goddess of love sucking me off. I was fairly sure she was cheating too, her lips sending deeper tingles of pleasure sparking into my body than they normally did, but not by all that much. It was just… slightly enhanced, extremely subtle and teasing, and her tongue was worshipping my cock head with swirls, licks, and then she teased the bottom of my ridge with the tip of her tongue, before sliding me deeper into the ecstasies of her cock sucking mouth.

  “Not complaining, baby” I moaned, “I love your mouth on me.”

  She winked, letting out a muffled wanton moan of her own as she looked up at me in deep loving devotion that was so strong it awed me. Her looks up at me had been devastating from day one, with a smoldering lust and joy to turn me on during fellatio, but it’d only gotten better with the deep love we now shared. Her adoring devotion to me making those looks even more devastating on my libido and my heart, and not just a naughty enjoyment in the debauched act itself anymore.

  She worked me with a depraved loving devotion and used all of her talents as an accomplished cocksucker to get me quickly to the edge. Then she held me there in a daze of blissful sensations that drew involuntary moans from my mouth and twitches from my body.

  She looked like she was having a transcendent religious experience, sucking my cock like she was born to do it and there was no other task she’d rather be seeing to. It was situational of course, but in that moment, it was just the truth. She was breathtakingly beautiful making love to my cock with her sweet mouth while her dark seductive chocolate eyes worshipped me. She’d even peeled her dress down, so I could watch her vast double Ds jiggle and sway alluringly with the movements of her body and bobbing head.

  I growled, “Make me cum, Natasha,” I ordered sternly, when it had gone on for at least twenty minutes, and I was truly desperate to be taken over that edge.

  She immediately went to hardcore techniques, that had me exploding potently into her mouth in just a few seconds time, while she moaned, sucked, swallowed, and jerked my base to make it better for me. She’d just had me that close to the edge, that a few seconds of her most intense techniques hadn’t so much pushed me off the edge, but that had launched me off the face of the planet. I was completely lost in her loving eyes, lost in the rushing pleasure, the heady release, and the vulnerability of our gaze.

  She looked as dreamy and satisfied as I felt, her eyes warm, doting, and adoring, as she sensually licked me clean of cum and spit, and then packed me away gently before crawling back into her chair.

  Her deep satisfaction and joy in my pleasure and taste was a reminder perhaps, of what Amelia had told me a couple of times. Sometimes for a woman it wasn’t about cumming at all, it was about the loving intimacy and connection, the pleasure taken in the act itself. If she’d wanted to cum, she’d have edged herself so filling her mouth pushed her over, but she’d been entirely focused on my pleasure. Of course, that didn’t mean I hadn’t made a mental note to make Natasha scream and tremble on my tongue later that night. It wasn’t an owing thing, I just really wanted to return the favor.

  The karaoke bar was fairly large, the stage right inside the door on the left, tables straight ahead, and the bar on the right. Toward the back was a hallway into the bathroom and office area, as well as a second door that had a room with four pool tables and six dart boards inside. The room also had large windows, was little more than a framing, so people could look out into the main part or into that room to see if a table was free.

  We’d been there about a half hour, and I’d already had a couple of beers. Natasha, Mandy, and I were playing cutthroat nine ball, and Amelia and Vicki were currently on stage and singing a duet. We all had pretty decent voices, maybe it was a god thing or something, but Vicki and Natasha were the only ones that could probably be said to have professional grade vocals.

  Natasha looked amazing, in a tightly conforming pink halter top, and a casual black skirt down to her lower thighs, made of stretchy material that hugged her upper legs and clearly outlined her petite heart shaped ass when she walked. Mandy of course looked delicious in a white tube top that showed off her braless state and her ridiculously huge nipples, not to mention her flat toned stomach and narrow waist. Her firm tits jiggled and swayed just a little, with each and every movement of her body. Her skirt was red, swishy with folds, and went down to mid-thigh. Amelia and Vicki looked pretty amazing in their casual skirt and shirt outfits as well, and they all had on calf high boots with three-inch or four-inch heels.

  It was right around nine-forty at night, two forty in Japan, when we felt her arrive. We could hardly miss it, a tier-one goddess arriving outside, her dark power and aura was a beacon for anyone with the senses to feel it. So I was already looking at the front door as she came in.

  She had on black shoes and leggings, with a short swishy white skirt that barely met mid-thigh, but with the leggings underneath it only needed to cover her ass and camel toe to maintain her modesty, and it was more than long enough for that. Kaya also had on a loosely conforming white blouse that matched the skirt, that was half unbuttoned revealing the tight black shirt that hugged her c-cups tightly and only showed a tiny amount of her fair creamy cleavage. Her raven black hair was up in a ponytail, revealing the gentle curves of her neck, her petite ears enhanced by diamond studs, and her exotically fragile beauty of face was completely revealed.

  She had to be one of Japan’s greatest beauties, or it seemed so to me. She was just an incredibly beautiful and graceful woman, and she had the same kind of elegant bearing as Amelia and Natasha, declaring herself a lady with every demure and graceful movement of her body and facial expression.

  She truly was stunning, and out of all the goddesses present probably had the most perfect measurements being flawlessly average just slightly on the lush side. At five foot five both her hips and her breasts looked just slightly too large for her height. Her killer body of thirty-four C, sixteen, thirty four along with the fragile soft eastern beauty of her face was just a hell of a package. Well, they’d said Nyx was incredibly hot and alluringly sensual, tempting to men, and the equal of Aphrodite in beauty, and I could honestly say from a purely shallow level that was true in their new incarnations as well. All my goddesses were tens in their own way, but those two defined the top of the scale.

  She flowed straight to the back after looking on stage, of course there’d be no hesitation or need to look around for us. She could feel us all as clearly as we could feel her presence filling the room with power. Despite not being able to feel that power, over half the men in the room were already staring at her, some to the great annoyance of their dates.

  She smiled lightly as she spotted the three of us looking her way, and then I think surprised us all as she leaned in and hugged Natasha in greeting in a chaste way. Japan had that more demure culture, and she was a lady and the hug chaste, but she was also a twenty-one-year-old college student and was letting some of her emotions show through. She looked happy to be here at least, and she nodded at me and Mandy in greeting as she stepped back from Natasha, which I returned with a reserved smile of my own.

  As hot as she was, if she wasn’t compatible that wouldn’t matter to me, but I’ll admit it certainly piqued my interest in finding out.

  “Thanks for inviting me. I was pleasantly surprised to hear from you so soon,” she looked around, “Do you all do this a lot?”

  Natasha replied, “Wildly different venues, we’ve only done karaoke night twice in the last four weeks. We do go out most nights though, Vicki is the goddess of lascivious partying, so she keeps us quite busy and our social life active. Glad you could make it, you look fantastic.”

  Kaya winked, and asked dismissively, “This old thing?”

  Natasha giggled, “This is Mandy, goddess of wisdom and war, and you’ve met our boy toy. Vicki and Amelia are on stage, Amelia is the one in blue.”

  I gave Natasha a look that promised a spanking, that just made her giggle at me, then I winked at Kaya which made her smile shyly and a bit uncertainly. Though I wasn’t sure why, she struck me as the demure type, but not the shy type, and it hadn’t been a flirty gesture, just a friendly one to set her at ease. Women were good at picking up those subtleties, as a rule, far better than us men at any rate. But not always, I supposed?

  Mandy snickered, “It’s nice to meet you, Kaya. Do you play?”

  She said, “I can learn?”

  I said, “I’ll rack them for a doubles game.”

  Natasha looked Kaya over, then said, “You need more charms. An automatic heal, if you’re ever injured and can’t speak to cast a heal spell it will be indispensable. Also, one to keep you comfortable in any weather.”

  Kaya only had one charm spell, the anti-bullet ward.

  Kaya hummed, “I think my power takes care of that second one. I haven’t been cold at all since I got my powers, and I really can’t be burned either, at least not by a hot stovetop. Still, keeping myself dry would be worthwhile.”

  I nodded, “Me too, I just never mentioned it.”

  Vicki and Amelia were back, and Natasha took a moment to introduce them formally. A cute blonde woman that couldn’t carry a tune at all had taken their place. Sometimes karaoke night could be painful, but overall, it was kind of fun. Another beer or two and I wouldn’t even mind the off-key singers at all.

  “So, you want to go into government?”

  Kaya nodded, “Follow in my father’s footsteps, so to speak. I’m a little worried that my new status will… be an impediment to those goals. As far as I know there aren’t any gods that serve in any of the governments, and most would never allow it.”

  Natasha said, “Not officially, but my father and a few others help out as official and approved consultants.”

  I interjected, “I think part of it is most gods don’t want to put themselves under the authority of a human government. Fear of abuse, experimentation, or even just being used for our power to forward the ambitions of the government. So it’s not just a trust thing from the governments’ side.”

  Kaya hummed in thought, “That’s a good point. I would be subject to following orders by my oaths and word, and that could lead to major problems if I was turned toward an unsavory task.”

  Natasha nodded, “That’s what my dad worried about. He’s essentially a walking weapon of mass destruction in potential anyway. Handing that kind of power to corrupt politicians seems like a really bad idea.”

  Kaya chuckled, “No one fits that description in Japan’s government,” then her lips twitched.

  The goddess of darkness sighed, “So yeah, this is kind of messing up all my plans, and changing my life.”

  Natasha said, “I think we all have to deal with that, to one extent or another.”

  I nodded, “On the good side our mantels don’t push us toward anything that would be considered an extreme or unbalanced viewpoint. We just have to worry about others, not contending with ourselves becoming radicalized in some way. Like Vicki’s need to party, or Amelia’s need to find retributive justice.”

  Amelia leaned into me with a smile, “You do have those extreme dark needs.”

  Kaya blushed, obviously thinking of her own situation that way, and her new sexuality.

  I nodded as I pulled her tighter against me, “Granted, so maybe my mantel does affect me, but not in a way that puts me in opposition to anyone by default or limits my choices in the real world.”

  Natasha smirked, “Except your choices in lovers that can tolerate your smothering protectiveness and overbearing confidence.”

  I laughed, “Fine, you all win. I think I heard my name,” I handed the pool stick to Amelia and winked, before heading out toward the stage.

  Saved by my karaoke slip.

  Chapter Nine

  Natasha

  “Does he make you uncomfortable?”

  Kaya blushed, then shook her head, “It’s… my fault. He’s being a perfect gentleman in public, even going out of his way to set me at ease which I appreciate. But every time I look at him, my mind keeps dredging up moments of my spying. The way he treats all of you and what I saw?”

  Mandy grinned salaciously, “I see.”

  Kaya laughed, “Yes, so it’s a little disturbing, my mind wants to reject it as beneath me and immoral, but…” she trailed off.

  Mandy finished, “But your body warms with desire and says yes, please?”

  Kaya bit her lip, and then nodded.

  Natasha added, “He does that to us all the time. Plus, he’s really hot, cutely handsome and deliciously muscled.”

  Kaya blushed, “Yes. It’s his power too, it calls to mine, like we’re the yin and yang of darkness and shadow. We balance and complete each other. It’s a little too much to deal with, while I’m still trying to come to terms with any of this.”

  I nodded, “Disturbing and intoxicating.”

  Kaya smiled, “Yes, and thank you for understanding. He is yours after all and I just suggested he was my soulmate, or something to that effect.”

  Yeah, that kind of changed things, by a whole lot. Once she accepted herself, if she could accept those dark lusts and needs in her, she’d almost be a shoe-in. I’d have to talk to Gary about it later.

  Mandy said, “We all share him already, jealousy isn’t really a thing for us, not unless it was a shallow empty thing, then we’d stake our claim. That obviously isn’t the case here, you’re not a fickle woman with your body, no more than Amelia here.”

  Kaya blushed at the implications behind Mandy’s words, which had essentially just given her permission to play with our man. Which was a little too fast in my opinion, we barely knew her. It had also told her in no uncertain terms, that if she did choose to play it had to be with the intentions of joining with us, not just exploring her new dark desires to be owned, taken, and used harshly.

  But I got the same impression, Kaya was like Amelia that way, not a slut and not free with her body. She wouldn’t sleep with a man without the potential and hope of something deeper.

  Call it my super intuition, but I was certain of it, and so was Mandy, apparently. My earlier thoughts about her needing to play the field first had been overthinking it and way off base, she wasn’t the type. Overthinking it and comparing her to my needs and actions in college, when I should’ve just been feeling it out, which I excelled at. Well, I never said I was perfect.

  I asked curiously, “How do you feel about that, inside. Sharing with other women, I mean?”

  Kaya replied, “Blunt as ever. Umm, I think you’re all really beautiful, and I’ve never thought or wanted or even conceived about a polyamorous relationship, not until now. It’s both scandalizing and appealing, much like my thoughts toward Gary and his lusts. Same with… well, I’ve never been with a woman, so that’s one more change in my desires to deal with.”

  So newly bi-curious as well. She did have a lot to adjust to, apparently, and I suspected her reserved culture wasn’t going to help with that.

  Time to cool this conversation before we scared her off, “So, in nine ball the object is to hit all the balls in, in number order save in combination shots when you just have the hit the next number first with the cue ball,” I went on to explain the rules, then said, “You’ll partner with me, against Mandy and Amelia.”

  Vicki said, “Awesome, that means I’m free to get shots and a couple of pitchers. Be right back.”

  Vicki headed unerringly toward the bar, easily avoiding the attentions of a few handsy men on the way, as if she was just that accustomed to doing so.

  I asked, “Can you sing?”

  Kaya blushed, “In the shower?”

  I laughed, “Well, we’ll try that too,” then I walked over to the table for the break. Nothing went in, but I’d scattered the balls well enough.

  Mandy hit a couple in, then missed. I mean, I got the idea our goddess of war could run the table flawlessly every time, if she wanted, but she never did, and I never complained about her playing down to our level.

  I walked Kaya through the correct way to hold the stick, and she did pretty well for her first try. She didn’t get one in, but she managed to at least hit the ball she aimed at and it went in the right general direction.

  Amelia sunk a three seven combo and then followed up on the three, but she had no shot on the four so scratched. That made it my turn again.

  The conversation moved to more typical things when starting a friendship, not too unlike a first date but far more meandering and casual in intent. Kaya was a lot like Amelia and I in public, far demurer and more ladylike than our exuberantly vivacious Mandy and our party goddess Vicki. Not as coy as Amelia, but not as outgoing as me. She was pleasant, fun without going overboard, and I had to admit she was already kind of fitting into the group almost effortlessly and without judgement.

  It was only her hang ups toward her new desires for rough sex with a man and her new attraction to females that she truly had to come to terms with. Otherwise, she was an amazing woman that was far more confident in herself than I’d given her credit for because of those very narrow confused doubts and concerns about her new sexuality.

  She moved with a sensual floating grace, never had an unkind word, and seemed genuinely interested in and grateful toward us for including her in our night. Elegant, composed, and a lady down to her fingertips. She was just… nervous around Gary, no doubt the memories of seeing him ravish us haunted her, and she was stuck with them now, along with both an intoxicating desire to experience it for herself as well as a scandalized shame in those same desires.