She giggled, “You are all of those things, and that’s what we need,” then she winked, “See, now that was a funny joke.”

  I snickered, then said sternly, “You must like spankings too.”

  She nodded, “It’s so shamefully humiliating, to be spanked as a grown woman and enjoy it, so of course I love it given what I just shared. We all do, and we would all probably come from it alone. Even Natasha. I expect she just wants her shame to be nonverbally applied.”

  “They all do, explosively,” I confirmed.

  She giggled, “Anyway, I answered your question, and I am very pleased at your response, even if it was to deny my deepest fetish, I think it’s a wonderful thing. I mean, it warmed me. The girls can satisfy it, I’m sure, while you see to ravishing and abusing my body.”

  My cock twitched at that last.

  I leaned down slightly, and she stretched up eagerly. Her pouty lips were like candy and so soft against mine, her sweet breath and scent overwhelming to my senses as I teased her body with my hands. Sticking to thighs, legs, waist, neck, and face, and teasing touches on the top of her ass, avoiding the apex of her legs and her generous C cups. We did that for quite a while, just kissing like teenagers, necking too, I loved her lips on my neck, and I loved the taste of her supple skin.

  Just because she wasn’t ready for sex, didn’t mean she wasn’t loving showing and expressing our nascent affection and flirting dangerously with our potent sexual tension. It was maybe five or ten minutes later, that we got back to our conversation. A little breathier, and a whole lot more sexual tension zinging between us. She was enthralling.

  Chapter Eight

  Natasha

  The warmth of having Vicki and Mandy leaning against me on the couch while we all petted each other was just lovely. Arousing yes, but I was still humming around my new deliciously teasing default that kept my body, mind, and slightly moist sex ready for action. Point being, the petting was all mental and emotional bonding between us, being comfortable with each other in trust and affection as we got to know each other. Not everything was about sex, even for me.

  I was also turned on knowing the man I now loved, deliriously, was in that moment seducing and getting to know Amelia. I wasn’t sure why, I liked watching him fuck and pleasure the other women in our nascent family, but there was something emotionally satisfying about him seducing her mind and emotions as well. No jealousy in it, just a thrill that he was putting in the effort to make our family tight, and not just held together with wild sex, pleasure, and lust.

  I really examined that in me, the new and deliciously teasing haze of availability I walked around in all the time, that kept my nipples electric and strained, and that kept my sex so very warmed up. Not so much that it would affect my breathing, or make my voice sultry and heated, or even needy. Just a delicious tease that kept me in a very available and sensual mood. For Gary, but for my other lovers too.

  Regardless, what I found was a little amusing. It was me doing it. I mean sort of subconsciously, but it wasn’t just my power as the goddess of love, pleasure, fertility, and beauty. Not a standard part of my mantel at all.

  Apparently, this was what I longed to be, always ready and always available for my demanding man to pound and take his pleasure in, at his leisure and at his whim. To always be wet and ready for him physically, and in a playfully lustful daze that made me completely open to it at all times. It also made me a little more seductive, I knew he’d pick up on it, that eager yet restrained availability to his pleasure.

  Point being, my power wasn’t doing it to me on its own because of what it was, it had been my subconscious desires directing that power to mold me into the woman I wanted to be for him. Which was… bemusing, it also didn’t make me stop, if anything it made me feel a little hotter. This was me, what I wanted to be, and who I truly was now. For him, and for our lovers.

  I was the sensuous, warm, and empathetic goddess of love, and always ready to sate my family. All simply because that’s who I chose to be. A woman of power, beauty, grace, and seduction, but also the same confident girl who was a princess in public and a whore in the bedroom. That would never change.

  It had a little bit of the fake it until you make it mentality to it, be who you wanted to be, and you’d eventually truly become it, but in my case and with my mantel it’d happened subconsciously and almost immediately.

  “Vicki, we need to go dancing tonight. I bet if we do that and stick together as a threesome, and let our man focus and worm his way into Amelia’s heart and seduce her, that she’ll be ready to join the fun tonight.”

  Technically, it was only seventy-two hours since she’d joined us, just three days, but most women were ready to jump into a man’s bed in twelve hours, over three or four dates lasting three or four hours each, but the time comparison was a real point. We’d had a whole lot more time with her than that, so I didn’t think my instincts were leading me incorrectly, despite the short overall time period, she’d been with us constantly that whole time.

  Vicki winked, “I have just the place, after dinner?”

  I nodded, “I think so. Don’t say anything to them, all we’re doing is setting it up. I have total faith in Gary’s ability to close. If it happens it should happen organically.”

  Mandy giggled, “Me too. Gary can handle it I mean.”

  Vicki said, “Me three, and that calls for a drink. Bourbon?”

  I laughed, “Sure,” I felt a surge of power outside, and tilted my head, then stood.

  “That’s Aria, I think.”

  Mandy said, “She’s gorgeous.”

  I smiled as Vicki handed me and Mandy a drink, then the lush goddess said, “I’ll make her one too.”

  I replied to Mandy, “I think so too, but she’s not a sharer or a slut like us.”

  Mandy giggled.

  Vicki winked, “A prim and proper goddess has no fun.”

  I giggled.

  Gary and Amelia strolled into the room, coming our way as soon as Aria appeared, and we all moved to answer the door. I probably could’ve handled it, but Amelia was the one that had to recruit her as a spy, and I didn’t want to get sloppy.

  Aria looked even better than I remembered when I opened the door, but then she’d been out of sorts last time I’d seen her too. Her strikingly severe beauty was softened somewhat by her cutely dimpled smile. She had extremely light brown hair and light blue eyes, and a svelte willowy body at five foot seven.

  “Hi, Aria. Would you like to come in, have a drink?”

  Aria blinked, and then shifted her gaze to Vicki who had two drinks in her hands, and our goddess of lascivious partying was holding up the left one in offering.

  Aria smiled, “Sure, I have a few minutes. Thanks.”

  We all trooped back to the living room, and Amelia and I joined Aria on the large couch, while Vicki handed her the drink and went to get two more for Amelia and Gary, before sitting next to Gary on the other couch with Mandy on Gary’s other side.

  “You’re done with that report already?” Gary asked curiously.

  Aria nodded, “Yes, I also have Gregory’s report with me, he asked me to drop it off,” she pulled out a small stack of printouts from her handbag, and she handed them over.

  “So, what will you do now?”

  Aria shrugged uncomfortably, “Not sure, wait to see who takes over, I guess. I don’t mind making reports of victories attained in legally questionable ways or without authority, but I really have no interest in being a central part of things.”

  Gary nodded, “For now you can send them to us? We’re kind of stepping up since we lost Nate and someone has to do it, the others are going to be too focused on the prize to worry about things falling apart.”

  Aria said, “I don’t disagree. You didn’t hear it from me…”

  I nodded, “Agreed.”

  Aria said, “It was Tatiana. She’s the one that had placed Nancy as a spy on Nate, had her free Brandon for the kill, and ordered her to rush the group after Brandon’s death. Her accusation toward Steven after Nancy’s death was just to bury the lead even deeper. So be wary of her, she’s no better than Nate was, and wouldn’t hesitate to put any of us under compulsion, legally or illegally. If Steven hadn’t killed her than she would have, it was her plan, using Steven’s known impulsive temper to clean up her loose ends.”

  Gary nodded, “First rule of assassinating a world leader. Always assassinate the assassin.”

  Aria chuckled, “Yes, that. Anyway, I’d be happy to.”

  Amelia interjected smoothly, “I’ll give you my e-mail, so you only have to drop by if you want to?”

  Aria smiled, “That would be appreciated.”

  I nodded, “You are welcome to drop by anytime however.”

  We spent a few more minutes making small talk over our drinks. She also indicated she’d watch out for seditious plans from the other tier-ones. Then Aria packed it up and made her excuses to leave, which was fine. Aria was really nice, and she shared our principles, but she was a straight up monogamist and she only dated men, so that pretty much eliminated her as a possible addition to our family. Not that I was looking, but she was admirable. Still, it was just as well, I loved sharing Gary with three other women, but I really didn’t want to share him with anyone else, for the same reasons I’d already mentioned before.

  We all took a little time to review her report, and there were three more gods in Tartarus that either didn’t belong there at all or they’d already paid a reasonable time for their crimes. Amelia had also promised to review all the rest in detail, and set justice driven release dates for them all.

  Gregory’s report came next, and he’d revealed that Nate had wanted him to build weapons that would give him a solid advantage over the other Tier-one gods. The more I learned about Nate through reports after the fact, both Aria’s and Gregory’s, the surer I was that we were better off without him, regardless of the cost. I was confident we could prevent an all-out breakdown in divine society with dad’s and Aria’s help, after all.

  Then we took a short break, and chatted, while Gary dragged us off one at a time, me, Vicki, and Mandy, to pound our needy bodies hard and fill them with his pleasure. It was wondrous of course, even better to be used in my love for him. I felt even more wanton, wicked, and deliciously shamed by my whorish needs and body, and I came so hard I’d have fallen if he hadn’t been holding me so tightly in his arms, as he ravished me for his selfish pleasure.

  Love made everything better, I guess, even my depraved needs in the bedroom. I was sure we’d make love often, but he’d also still be taking me demandingly. Which really worked for me.

  In short, I wasn’t just his naughtily willing and nasty wicked whore anymore, I was his loving whore, and it was amazing. So much better than I’d imagined it could be even in my most depraved dreams.

  Being his loving princess out of bed, was also quite a heady rush for me as well.

  “Four forty-three,” I said, “Fifteen minutes or so the fifth of six we have to deal with today. This one is less than pleasant, a third-tier god, Hypnos reborn, Marvin. He’s going to use his power on a hot and upcoming celebrity he has a thing for, including her guards. Then he’s going to use her comatose body, while keeping her trapped in a dream,” I made a face, “It’s horrible, and we’d have stopped it anyway, but the true issue for us is exposure. There’re three paparazzi with cameras on her in her estate backyard when it happens. They get it all, watching her get raped before calling nine one one, the damned vultures.

  “The celebrity is nineteen, but she plays a sixteen-year-old pure innocent on television, and let’s just say the backlash isn’t going to be pretty. I think we need to split up into two groups for this one. One group will bamboozle the paparazzi with an illusion of her just laying out in the sun, or whatever she’s doing, while the second one deals with Hypnos. The first group can get a good view of the star from the pool house, while the Paparazzi would be best dealt with from a small grove of trees and bushes halfway into the backyard.

  “I just wish we could stop him before he gets there, even stopping a crime on her property is going to get egg on our face.”

  Gary smiled, “You’re in luck then, because I know Marvin so won’t have a problem farseeing him. Nate braced him a couple of times, and he was on his third and last strike. I can take us all directly to him now, so we don’t have to worry about the guards or the celebrity reporting the… incident.”

  I smiled as I stood up, “Remind me thank you later,” and I winked playfully.

  He cleared his throat, and I felt pinned by his intense eyes for a moment, until he winked back. Goddess, I was a lucky girl, the man’s eyes had total control of my body and heartrate, not to mention that they were directly plugged into my arousal.

  Gary said, “Alright, we’re going to appear in his living room, I’ll suppress teleport and compulsion. You got protection again?”

  I nodded, and then cast the spell. Hypnos had no offensive attacks, outside of putting someone to sleep, but as always witchcraft changed that equation. Who knows what kind of wards and magical traps he had set up in his own home?

  “Done.”

  Shadows billowed, and as always, I felt a thrill as his power caressed and encompassed my body. When they faded we were in Marvin’s living room. The god was standing up and despite that horrific name his parents gave him, he was still a god, and quite an attractive blond one at that.

  Marvin yelled, “Get out of my home!” and I felt two traps go off, one that should’ve put us to sleep, and one designed to outright kill, but my far more powerful magic easily blocked those spells. There was just no comparison from tier-three to tier-one, in godly power or magical potential.

  He had just tried to kill us though. Which didn’t make me happy, even if he’d failed miserably at it.

  Gary’s darkness trussed him up and suppressed his power, and when Marvin continued to scream and carry on incoherently and loud Gary gagged him as well.

  Once again, Amelia used her power as she glowed golden, and it dove inside of Marvin.

  Amelia made a face, “He’s… insane. He really sees nothing wrong with putting people to sleep and raping them. He doesn’t even see them as people in his head. The only thing stopping him was Nate’s threat to end his life if he didn’t cut it out. That he could understand, but with word of Nate’s death he got right on planning the rape of his next… fixation. I don’t really want to read his mind, but I’d suggest recycling him. He’s not really competent to understand what he’s doing is wrong, and we can’t afford to have insane gods walking around, we’re too dangerous not to be in control of ourselves. I don’t particularly enjoy the idea, but I think the right thing to do here is shuffle him off so he can be reborn and hopefully grow up sane next time.

  “I bet there’s a lot of abuse and such in his past.”

  I nodded, “Like my last incarnation, Clarissa was beyond help and beyond dangerous in her insanity. I don’t like it either, judging someone to die even if they will come back in a new incarnation, but I agree. My dad calls it hitting the reset button.”

  Gary nodded, “If he’s just going to do it again, then yes. Holding him and treating him for years in the hopes he might get better while constantly suppressing his power would be cruel, when he can be reborn to a better life.”

  Vicki nodded, then said in a monotone, “This calls for a drink,” and took a swig from her flask.

  None of us wanted to make such a judgement, but if we were going to take on the role as the judiciary branch in a new and modern government for our kind, then we had to when it was called for. The euphemisms didn’t really make it better, we all knew it was handing down a death sentence and carrying it out. Becoming judge, jury, and executioner. Sure, the spirit, the god, the power inside would be Hypnos, it would be Marvin, but his next life he’d be a very different person. We were ending this one.

  I reminded myself I was grateful, and my true self with all memories had been grateful, for Clarissa’s execution. Hopefully his true self on that immortal plane, or wherever we came from, would be grateful as well.

  Mandy said, “I guess it’s unanimous then,” then she blurred.

  I’d seen her blur a lot of times. Usually to get her mouth around Gary’s cock faster, or between my legs, or just to hug or kiss someone. She got hyper and super exuberant at times.

  But this time it was different. It was about four times faster, and I’d have missed it if I’d blinked, and it was also different because it was done with deadly intent.

  Mandy sighed, and dropped the heart on his body, and flicked the blood off of her hand, “I really do hate violence, you know, but I think it’s my job for the kills. I’m the war god, the only one here with a killing mantel.”

  She looked a little lost as she turned and looked at us.

  Gary took her into his arms, and Mandy started to shake. She really didn’t like violence, in her own words, even against the ones that deserved it. It was hard to wrap my mind around it really, I mean Mandy was so sweet, vivaciously exuberant, and always cheery. Yet, it’d taken her a fraction of a second to punch her hand into the chest cavity of another god and rip his heart out.

  I wasn’t afraid of her or anything, I knew she wouldn’t hurt me, but it was still a bit startling.

  Gary said, “I could’ve done that.”

  Mandy sniffled, “No, we’re all the judges, you’re the jailor and warden, and I’m the executioner. I do hate violence, but my mantel will let me adapt quickly after taking a life. I won’t become overcome by guilt, like the rest of you might. I can do it, I’m strong enough, and I’m the right choice for that task.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  Mandy smiled at me, “I’m good, promise. Or I will be, in a little bit, back to my old self. It’s a serious act that deserves some deep thought, after all. It’s not the first time, either.”

  Darkness billowed, swallowing up the body, heart, and any blood spray, and when it cleared Marvin’s body was just gone.