Janice disengaged and took a step back, and we were both covered with sweat.

  “You’re doing better, thinking less, and acting with your body and muscle memory rather than conscious thought. It’s actually coming faster than I expected, but then you are the son of Zeus. I’m going to start teaching you the martial art that compliments this weapon fighting style, and we’ll introduce more advanced moves and combinations. Feet, elbows, knees, and more advanced weaves.”

  “I have a great teacher.”

  She grinned, “Flatterer. The greatest danger of course is when facing an enemy with a sword, you don’t want to lose your leg kicking them in the face or stomping their knee at the wrong moment. The martial arts part is an integral part of the weapons weave, for instance a snap kick while parrying their weapon wide and out of position, for a simple example. They might dodge or recover before you can get your rods in an attack position, but you doing it simultaneously while making that split second opening can hurt and even destroy their guard and rhythm. Point being, the kicks and elbows are not random at all, and all part of the weapon and hand to hand martial art.”

  I nodded, “I get it, I’ve seen you do it against Hazel, twice now.”

  She smiled and said, “Good, so we’re going to go over the basic moves again, and we’ll add in the martial art parts while we discuss when that advanced move should be used. We’ll also be adding new weave movements.”

  We got started on that, moving at half speed. She even got Nicole involved, so I could see exactly what she was doing in slow motion from a distance, with an actual opponent. Janice was a great teacher. She was both patient and made it easy to understand, and I threw all my focus and determination into it.

  I hadn’t forgotten that if I failed or slacked off, the women I needed to protect and cherish could die. That kind of thing would be close to impossible to live with if I’d given it my all, them dying because I was lazy wasn’t an option at all and would destroy me utterly. I’d protect them with everything I was, and my haven would show me how to do that.

  I also liked the weapons that she’d chosen for me. The telescoping steel rods wouldn’t just be good for directly channeling lightning into an opponent without first having to form a conduit of power. They were defensive weapons. They were more than capable of taking a life, but at the same time they could be used to disable or take down an opponent in a non-lethal way, which would be harder with a sword.

  Sure, a swordsman could take someone down with the non-lethal flat of their blade, but the rods and fighting style I was being taught had a lot more options that way with a lot less chance for accidental death.

  The death did bother me a bit, but we were defending ourselves and our family. Even the monster deaths bothered me, how could they not, when I loved my Nicole and was falling for my twins after just two days. They were intelligent beings, capable of great violence perhaps, but also great loyalty and love.

  It was around ten-thirty when we took a break and headed to the kitchen for snacks. We could all use the energy, and it would re-energize my focus for the second half of physical training.

  Janice said as we sat and dug in, “I only alluded to why I put up walls before, and why I became the bitch. I want to tell you a little more about it. I suppose after yesterday I need to share it with you. I love you, and I trust you with everything. You already know you shocked me and stole my heart that first day together, when you saw who I really was through my home, and you looked at me in admiration and respect for it. What a blessing that was for me.

  “You also know how much that nature drives me, the way I am with you in bed because of it. It’s like a burning need to be your ease, in every way.”

  That latter was both kind of hot, but also humbling in a way. Kinky and fun, but it also made her vulnerable and naked before me, and I cherished her greatly for that trust and submissive surrender.

  I said, “I want to hear it, if you want to share it.”

  We’d been learning a lot about each other, likes, dislikes, pet peeves, and all that stuff. We also knew we were compatible thanks to the blessing, but there hadn’t been a lot of opening up between us on the deep and highly personal past subjects. My Ginny told us a little about her childhood yesterday and opened up a little more, now it was Janice’s turn apparently.

  It was a good thing, building those bonds, because after nine or ten days I was in love with them both, but a lot of our relationship steam was running on passion and sex. I wanted to know everything about them, but there was only so much time in the day, and between training and sating our insane sexual voraciousness there hadn’t been much time for long talks.

  I wasn’t worried about it exactly, just pointing out it was one of my focuses even if it was suffering a bit in the beginning due to our enemy, need for training, and our insatiable need to physically express our love and attraction. I wanted to know everything about my loves.

  Janice said, “It was about ten years ago when my power came in, at fifteen. Even before that, I’d always been mom’s little helper so to speak. She taught me to cook, clean, host guests, and how to decorate with welcoming warmth. Point being, I’d eaten it up and loved it, I expect I’d have been a homemaker if I was human. My mortal mother obviously, not Hestia.

  “That all got magnified for me when I gained my power. Healing and welcoming mystical energy, so I could even suffuse my home with the feeling of welcome and ease. My mother recognized the deeper possibilities in my power, and also contacted a witch to teach me to use it for other applications, magic. It helped in keeping a garden, and other small things, though I do know an offensive spell or two my grasp on that kind of magic isn’t profound or nearly as intuitive as the hedge witch spells. Nurturing, protection, growth, and healing, those spells are what I excelled at.

  “It was a joy, and a need. I gladly became Hestia’s champion before I even finished high school, and I was filled with naïve need and hope for the future. A hope that I also told you that first day had died, until you brought it back to life.”

  She paused and smiled at me with so much loving devotion, that I couldn’t help but reach out and pull her from her chair and into my lap. She kissed me sweetly, and her green flecked gray eyes warmed me to my toes and deep inside my soul as she stared deeply into mine.

  I was in awe of her, and at the same time I saw the bad part of her history coming. Her devoted need was a powerful thing, and engendered a potent need to possess, protect, and cherish her. To respect her for it and what she would contribute to our family because of it.

  But I also knew there were plenty of people out there that would see her coming a mile away, and they’d use and even abuse that need in her. Hell, even I got a shallow thrill out of her submissive need to cater to me, but it was balanced with the rest.

  She shrugged, “I couldn’t wait to find a man of my own, be his ease and make his home, raise a family. Host parties and have guests, build alliances and friendships. You know our world though, much like some humans our world is ripe with betrayal, and people that would take advantage.

  “In a way we’re all like the one percenters of humans, that are at extremes. We all worship and follow gods or goddesses that have very extreme and isolated mantels. That leads to a lot of passion and argument among us, taking advantage, and instant enemies and friends based on our own narrow outlook. We’re no different that way, not really, and your worship of Aphrodite and being her champion, being who you are, is what freed me to be myself without fear.

  “Anyway, back to the story even though I’m sure you know where it’s going, at least in part. I got myself in a bad relationship. He wasn’t evil or anything, or even cruel, but he took shameless advantage of my nature. I couldn’t really help myself either, not back then, I had no spine at all. I was breathless in my service, even though a part of me grew to know that he didn’t deserve it. I hosted parties, doted on him and his allies, and he didn’t value it or respect it like you or the rest of our mates do. He took advantage, and even started to look down on me as a naïve fool that warmed his bed and cooked his meals.

  “I was trapped, didn’t know how to get out, and wasn’t even sure I wanted to. Finally I’d prayed about it, asked Hestia to help me. The next day, Carmen knocked on my door, she’s a pleasure child of Aphrodite, you’ll probably meet her soon. A lot like me, she has the kind of power that makes her crave and need to fulfill needs in others, except of course hers was to give out pleasure.

  “She tried to teach me that while we had no choice but to be who we were, it was our choice who benefited from those desires and needs in us. That we needed to be strong and disciplined, so as not to be taken advantage of by any asshole that smiled in our direction. I kind of understood it, but it wasn’t quite enough to get me to kick his ass out.”

  She bit her lip and paused for a moment, then let out a sigh.

  “A few nights later I was hosting a party for him and two of his allies. My partner and they got a little drunk, and grabby, but I put up with it. At least, until my partner told me I should let his allies take their ease in me, the same way he did. The bastard tried to get me to fuck his allies,” she shook her head, “The worst part of that was there was a part of me that wasn’t disgusted with that idea, that even considered it for a brief second. Then I slapped his face.”

  I chuckled, and she winked.

  She shook her head, “My satisfaction at that was short lived. He’d never hit me before, but that night he told me he needed to remind me of my place. It was not pleasant, and that night when he finally passed out from the alcohol I ran for it, and it changed my life. As disgusting as it will sound, his beating was the wakeup call I needed to straighten my spine and regain my dignity, because never again. I swore I’d never be taken advantage of again.”

  That pissed me off big time, and I kind of wanted to ask her who it was so I could go kick his ass, but I didn’t interrupt. This was about her opening up to me, not about me or even about that asshole that took advantage of her.

  “I wound up in a women’s shelter that night, and I saw a flyer on one of the boards for a self-defense class. I had no clue how to fight, had never wanted to fight, before that night. But for the next two years I focused on martial arts in my determination to never be so vulnerable again, and I managed to master several of them. I was also grateful to the people who gave me ease and succor in my time of need.

  “So that informed my life in a big way too. It’s why I built that Dojo, and why I started to teach self-defense to women who needed it, and of course that branched out to my more advanced classes as well, for the few who were interested in taking it that far. Which attracted other customers as word spread, and I started to charge those at least.

  “It gave me an outlet, for that need in me, to be the ease for the women who needed to reclaim their life and get away from abusive relationships similar if not quite the same as mine. They were deserving of my care. I also used martial arts and meditation to become the bitch, use that focus to shutter my face and maintain a healthy distance from others. I had allies, and I was careful after that they were worthy, but even for them I never dared show the true depths of my need to serve and be a comfort toward others. I showed them the bitch, but I opened my doors and took them in when needed. To prevent being taken advantage of again.

  “Then of course, you know what happened. You and Ginny arrived on my doorstep and turned my life upside down. Gave me back my original and naïve dream, because in you it’s possible.”

  “You’re amazing, love. So precious to me.”

  She blushed, “You’re the amazing one, Levi. But I guess it’s only right we both feel that way,” then she whispered quietly and directly in my ear, “She needs you today, I’ll be waiting in the workout room,” and then she kissed me softly, slipped off my lap, and left the room.

  It was obvious what and who she’d meant, Nicole hadn’t gotten a quickie yesterday, and no alone time with me in a couple of days. My kitten was looking at me like the sun shone from my ass, and I suddenly suspected it was obvious why Janice and Nicole were bonding so tightly. My petite and sexy monster was a lot like her.

  Sure, fierce and bloodthirsty with killer instinct when it came to a fight, which was nothing like Janice, but for me, her dominant master and her mate she was my sweet submissive kitten.

  She really was petite at just five feet and an inch tall, with a proportional hourglass body on the tight and athletic side. Softly feminine, but equally toned as she was delightfully curvaceous. Her perfect rounded B cups over a deliciously thin waist, and a sexy as hell petite rounded ass I could happily stick my face in all day long.

  She was a mischievous beauty, with fair skin and a smattering of freckles around her petite nose and a few under her eyes. Her startlingly beautiful and silky white blonde hair and her gorgeous dark green eyes flecked with gold also gave her beauty a slightly exotic cast. She was as mesmerizing to me as all my mates, and perfect the way she was.

  “Come here, kitten,” I beckoned softly.

  She smiled almost shyly as she slid out of the chair with unnatural grace, and then rounded the table and let out a sweet sigh as she sat on my lap. Her green eyes with those gold flecks were even more alluring and exotic from just inches away, as I wrapped my arms around her.

  I didn’t love my twins yet, though there was plenty of awe and affection there after just two days, but I’d had Nicole with me for over a week now and I was as much under her spell as I was Janice’s and Ginny’s.

  “I love you, kitten,” I told her in a soft voice, for the first time as I caressed her hips and waist.

  Her eyes widened, and then she was kissing me fiercely. It took me a moment to catch up, and I started to kiss her back just as aggressively as she panted into my mouth and her hands explored my chest, shoulders, and neck. It was a wild and passionate kiss, but at the same time it wasn’t needy, and we were in no rush to take it any further as we lost ourselves in that hot and sensuous kiss.

  She broke it and bit her lip, the devotion in her eyes only equaled by the heat between us the kiss had engendered.

  “I love you too, master. I need you,” she said in that submissive and sweet voice of hers.

  “Need what, specifically?” I asked half playfully, but also because I really wasn’t sure what she’d meant by that. There was heat in there, but I really didn’t think she’d meant that she needed my cock in her, though that was part of it too.

  “Anything and everything, master. The way you look at me, talk to me, your orders, and the way you make love to me. I need to be yours, to protect you, to love you. It’s all mixed up, master. I just need you.”

  I kissed her with just as much passion as earlier, but a little more demandingly and at the same time far more sensuously. The demand wasn’t aggressive, but it was clear, and she let out a sweet breathy gasp as her hands dove for my shorts and fished my cock out.

  She slipped off my lap and pulled down my workout shorts, and then stripped off her tight stretch shorts. Her glistening sex was bared to my gaze, and she hadn’t been wearing panties.

  I stood up as I grabbed her hips and lifted her onto the edge of the table, which was just about the perfect height. I stepped forward and claimed her sweet lips, and I let out a deep sigh of pleasure as her hand found me fully hard and started to stroke me lightly. To return the favor, I tweaked her nipples and made her gasp into my mouth, then when she lined me up, I thrust forward into her heaven.

  We both let out a sharp gasp followed by a pleasured moan as her snugly heated passage stretched reluctantly around my fat girth, and only due to her liquid anticipation did the first two inches slide into her nubile body.

  She let out needy whimpers into my mouth, and she arched her body and put her hands behind her on the table for leverage, as she started to fuck my cock into her incredibly tight sex with wild and firm thrusts. I didn’t have to do a thing, as she desperately and wantonly impaled herself on me until our bodies grew flush.

  We started to work our bodies in grinds. My monsters didn’t need to get used to me, they enjoyed the discomfort and wanted to be taken right away before adjusting, and I knew soon enough those sweet painful gasps would turn into gasps of deep pleasure. I also discovered in that moment the kitchen table wasn’t quite as perfect a height as I’d first thought. It was still fantastic, but a different angle would make it even better.

  I pulled her against me, and grabbed her ass, then pushed her up against the closest wall as I drove into her hard and ground myself in her firmly to put pressure on her clit.

  The blissful euphoria of her tight passage snugly hugging my cock and luxuriously pleasuring me with silken friction as I slid in and out of her was mind-boggling. I drove up into her as hard and fast as I could. She was so light, probably not even a hundred pounds wet, and she bounced wildly and uncontrollably on my cock and her body slid up and down the wall.

  She tore her top off over her head, revealing her wildly bouncing B cups, which felt amazing against my chest as her tight and large nipples scraped along my skin.

  She gasped, “Fuck me, master, fuck me, master,” over and over again, with a panting breathless chant that repeated each time our bodies slapped together. Her eyes were wide with devotion, love, and a burning lust as I took what was mine and gave her pleasure at the same time.

  Her chant finally ended, as she cried out, “Master!” and she came apart around me, milking me hard with her wildly convulsing pussy while I continued the punishing and wild pace to extend and raise her pleasure. Her eyes glazed over with ecstasy, and she looked lost as she looked into mine.

  So hot. She drove me crazy, and my petite sexpot was a hell of a fuck. She also came fast and often, after that first time, and I drowned in my own euphoric pleasure and the deep satisfaction and enjoyment of watching her cum all over my cock time and time again.

  When my balls started to boil, I pulled out, and let her drop to her knees.