“That should do it,” he said, “No one will find him. Are we supposed to notify anyone? Human I mean, the authorities will wonder when he just disappears off the face of the Earth.”

  I used my power to take us home in expanding teleport bubbles.

  “I don’t know, I’ll ask dad and see what he says. He kind of works with the FBI on any non-god crimes he spies, so I bet he knows.”

  He nodded in agreement, scooped up Mandy, and carried her off.

  I grinned as I watched them go, he’d take care of her, like he’d take care of all of us.

  That’s when Amelia surprised me, when she told Vicki and I that any slut-shaming was up to us, and that her, Vicki, and Mandy liked and wanted that kind of thing, but our man couldn’t bring himself to go that far with it.

  I mean, I could see a certain appeal in the humiliation itself, but I already knew I wouldn’t like verbal shaming at all. I craved for him to use me selfishly for his pleasure, and there was a delightful amount of shame in the act alone, even in the couple of spankings he’d given me that made me cum.

  But as delightfully shamed as I felt in those ways, I never wanted to see contempt or hear disrespectful things from the man I loved. A dark all-consuming lust for my body that makes him lose control and rut heedlessly into me, yes please, but anything less than respectful or owning, no thanks.

  I didn’t judge the others for the kink, but I didn’t want it for myself, which Amelia had already seemed to recognize in me. That said, I’d probably support it too, and get a few nasty digs in on the three women I was growing to care about. For their pleasure, of course.

  I was also surer than ever, that Amelia was right on the edge of being ready, and us having Gary dance with her and focus on her exclusively tonight, while the rest of us played as lesbian triad at their sides, would close the deal. She was still a bit shy and retiring on the personal stuff, but that wouldn’t really change, the point was she’d opened up and shared her darkest truths in the bedroom.

  Which really, were hot as hell in my opinion.

  I got out my phone, then put it away. Texting about dead bodies… might as well send a formal letter with a return address to the NSA and FBI, and maybe the CIA too. I shook my head, and wrote out a quick question for his clarification, then immediately teleported it to him. I was sure he’d reply as soon as he got a chance.

  I mean, I didn’t use farseeing first, just in case he was with one of his twenty-one lovers. I was a daddy’s girl, I loved him to death and adored him ridiculously, but there was some things a man’s loving daughter just shouldn’t witness…

  Chapter Nine

  Gary

  It was a few hours later, and Mandy did seem to recover quickly earlier, as I’d held her for a while. After dinner the ladies had gone to get ready, which for them probably amounted to all of them standing in front of a mirror while Natasha used her beauty power to try dress style after style suitable for a dance club. Which was to say wonderfully scandalous right on the edge of the trashy line.

  All my ladies looked mouthwatering when they came down. Natasha in an asymmetrical black minidress with a single shoulder strap over the right shoulder, and it barely made mid-thigh on that side. There were also crisscross straps for the entire right side which showed her right outer thigh and hips in entirety.

  Mandy looked sinfully sweet in a strapless red minidress that showed her B cup cleavage to advantage. It was shiny and smooth over her torso, and the skirt had a bunch of suggestive horizontal folds, which almost made it look like it was bunching and riding up to upper thigh, but that was the actual length of the dress. Adding a certain seductive appeal to the mind.

  Vicki looked amazing in a medium purplish blue liquid silk and shiny dress that hugged every curve to mid-thigh. Her triple D breasts were completely covered, but very much tightly outlined.

  I’d seen them all looking that good before, and they were certainly mesmerizing, but it was Amelia that was shockingly enthralling. I’d never seen her in a dress with less than sophisticated sex appeal, or her business suit, and she looked mind-blowing in a risqué borderline slutty dress, with her curly light brown and red tinged hair clipped up fancily. The top of the dress was pretty much the crisscross neck strap, that was about three inches wide, covering most of her breasts in the vertical, but revealing her entire and generous rounded C cup cleavage as well as a teasing amount of side boob. It was entirely backless, and revealed her sides as well, forming into a tube only as it got to her upper hips. The skirt was actually longer than the others, down to lower thigh, but it was extremely loose and flimsy looking. The kind of skirt that would raise and show a teasing view of panties if she spun around, and the skirts were very light material. So light I suspected she had to be wearing white lingerie panties under it, or the darker color would’ve showed up through the thin white material.

  She was, sexy temptation and pure excitement, her hazel eyes warm and very much enjoying the fact I couldn’t take my eyes off her for such a long moment. So much so she blushed in delight when I looked into her eyes.

  “You all look amazing.”

  Natasha nodded at Amelia, her subtle way of saying Amelia got me first, and I gladly pulled her into my side as Vicki took us to our destination. Which turned out to be a club in Puerta Rico. The large indoor part of it had two long bars, hanging cages with hot professional dancers in micro-dresses, and lots of flashing lights. There was also an outside dance floor and bar area just off the beach.

  My job was simple as the man in the family, I didn’t turn any of them away when they came to me, and they handled the timing and sharing, save spontaneous moments as long as none of them were really seducing toward me at that moment. That took some paying attention, but they were all amazing goddesses, not exactly a hardship to pay attention.

  That night I figured out twenty minutes in that they intended to have me spend all of it with Amelia that night, and hopefully seduce her, while the three of them just had fun together being nearby. It was almost like a one-on-one date that way, except they were close enough at all times just in case we came under attack.

  The way she was dancing, rubbing against me, stroking my body with her hands, and flaring her skirt and giving me teasing and sensuous views of her hidden delights wrapped up in sexy white silk lingerie, told me they just might be on to something. She was absolutely thrilled with my hands on her, and the more demanding those hands became through the night the more excited she was getting. She was pure sensual sin, flexible beyond belief with those yoga and ballet hobbies, and she was honestly seducing the hell out of me. I was hard almost the whole time.

  There was still a sense of coyness to her, she hadn’t entirely changed, but she was also getting more risqué and sexually charged in movement the longer she entirely captivated my eyes and attention. Like my intense gaze and strong hands was an aphrodisiac and drug for her, and her sinuous movements were driving me crazy. Honestly, our dancing that night was pure foreplay, her eyes had been smoldering after the first fifteen minutes, and molten by the end of the night. The heated promise and allure in the breathlessly aroused looks she gave me were pure invitations to sin and use her body for my pleasure.

  There was a thrill in it for me too, she wasn’t the only one feeling that lust and thrill of promise. I’d been patient, truly patient and willing to wait as long as it took, but that didn’t mean her beauty and her demure seductive presence and warmth, hadn’t been driving our sexual tension to insane levels since we’d met just over three days ago now.

  Whenever we took a break from dancing, I held her glowing body against me firmly as we grabbed a couple of drinks, mostly because I wanted to, but also because I was simply that possessive. It was a warning to any man in the place that this one was mine. She seemed to enjoy that possessiveness and firmly insistent hand on her body even more than the wicked dance movements we shared together, my hand on her silky and glowing dark buttery caramel skin sheathed in sweat, as her body melted sinfully in submission against mine.

  It wasn’t just flirtatious, it was to the level of non-verbal consent, to put it bluntly, the way she seduced me that night.

  Unfortunately, when it was time to go there was one more thing that we had to take care of before I could take her home and finally make Amelia mine. Business before pleasure, and it was time to take care of that sixth and last god issue. It was more than a little frustrating actually, given how much my mind was fogged with lust, but a goddess named Carla, the rebirth of Enyo a minor war goddess and companion of Aries, was about to start a civil war in a third world country by initiating a military against civilian massacre that would no doubt trigger an uprise against the current dictator. Maybe it was about Nate being gone, but I suspected it was more about Brandon being gone that had set her off. That she was expressing her displeasure at her boss’s and sometime lover’s death.

  We’d find out soon enough. War gods were attracted to and participated in violent skirmishes and wars all the time, but there were rules and laws against them fomenting a war when none was actually in the offing. Besides being the right thing to do, CIA agents and assets were lousy in third world countries, all over the place, and they had a heartbeat on things. Not to mention the foreign services of England, Russia, China, and Israel. There was no doubt the human race would figure out a god was making humans kill each other for their own purpose and entertainment, and that couldn’t be allowed to happen, no more than gods subverting humanity’s will with compulsion or influence.

  We were right outside the club, and Natasha cast her protection spell on us.

  Mandy said cheerily, “I’ll take this one. She’s a goddess of war and needs a fight, I think, before she’ll listen to us.”

  I nodded, “That’s fine. Chick fights are hot.”

  Mandy giggled, and Amelia blushed while elbowing me in the ribs. The other two just looked amused and in agreement. I guess Vicki and Natasha were turned on by the idea of watching Mandy kick a little ass too, without the death part at the end.

  Natasha said, “We don’t need to hide this time, just intercept her. She’s already in place, so won’t be teleporting to where we’ll be waiting, just walking.”

  I nodded, “Sounds good. What’s going to happen?”

  Natasha said, “She’s posing as a prostitute for the officers, and is already in place. She’s going to use influence on the general tonight while she has him under her, a captive audience so to speak. She’s going to suggest he use deadly force against some unarmed protestors even though that’s against the current policy of the new president and dictator.”

  Vicki interjected, “That sounds enlightened for a dictatorship.”

  Natasha shrugged, “Not really. Standing orders right now are to arrest, intimidate through beatings, and then release after a month. Still not fun, but as things stand it’s working for him, and it’s suppressing any groups that are trying to instigate an uprising in the populace.”

  Now that sounded like a proper tyrannical despot, not all that different than what Nate had gotten up to, actually. Literally, Nate had been all about jailing his political enemies or smiting them with lightning to put them in line.

  Natasha teleported us, and immediately cast a sleep spell at the already sleeping general. No doubt to ensure the older man didn’t wake up and interrupt our sure to be loud conversation with Carla.

  The bedroom was quite large, with a king-sized bed on a dais not far from the large window on the third floor of a compound building. It was decorated richly in an eclectic way. No doubt the general had a lot of power, influence, and riches here, but he was apparently loyal to the president, for the moment anyway. There was also plenty of space to move and fight.

  Natasha cast a second spell, a one-way sound blocking ward, no doubt so our vigorous conversation wasn’t overheard by the soldiers in the building.

  Clara came in and froze just inside the door for a second. She was a dusky skinned athletic and beautiful Latina, with lovely curves and quite proud and bountiful breasts. She was also wearing an extremely slutty red silk dress, and prepared to seduce, fuck, and influence the general to get her way.

  She was also a war goddess, and shouldn’t be underestimated because of that, no more than Mandy should be looking adorably hot in her sexy and strapless red club dress. That said, she was still a tier-three, compared to our tier-two war goddess, and I had no doubts as to the outcome as she lunged forward and our adorable light blonde goddess blurred forward to meet her.

  I’d been joking, sort of, but it was kind of hot to watch Mandy and Clara go a round or two, and it was quite damaging to the general’s bedroom as well. Two hotties in red dresses or not, the fight was brutal, and Mandy dominated her just enough to let Clara get her fight on and vent her frustration through violence.

  In the end Clara’s body being tossed around broke the dresser, the dresser mirror, two chairs, a table, as well as put several body sized holes into the walls. All damage that Natasha started to casual fix with witchcraft once Mandy had the other goddess pinned down and submissive. Their dresses were also torn up a bit, which was hot in a shallow way.

  Mandy asked, “Feel better?”

  Clara snorted, “Fuck you.”

  Mandy snickered, “No, thank you. We can’t be seen starting wars, go find a nice skirmish somewhere to take part in and mind our laws. A new government will be in place soon enough, to give you purpose and direction, until then use your brain.”

  I caressed and gripped Amelia’s ass possessively as I pulled her tighter against me, and we shared a smoldering look that told me despite her elbow earlier the goddess of war chick fight had maintained her libido as well. She also melted into me shamelessly. It was a bit too personal for public, but we were sort of private at the moment, save the Latina goddess who might as well have been naked with her skirts all akimbo and the top part of her dress being sheer.

  Clara was really nice eye candy, but not much of a true temptation, I was more than overwhelmed with my three active lovers and the fourth I intended to add to our bed extremely shortly.

  Clara didn’t look happy, though she did look a little turned on being pinned down. For some reason it never even occurred to me to use darkness to hold her captive, it was much more entertaining watching Mandy pin her down. I was turning into a pervert, with all the amazing and constant sex.

  The war goddess said, “Fine, I’ll behave,” then she looked at Mandy with interest, “Are you sure you don’t want to claim the spoils of war?”

  Mandy giggled, and then stood up, “Tempting, but no. You can work out that particular tension with the general if you want, just don’t influence him.”

  Clara made a face as she looked at the older man, then shrugged and nodded, “He does have a nice dick, at least, and knows how to use it.”

  It was pretty clear by then that violence made the minor goddess of war extremely randy.

  Mandy said, “Just to be clear, this is your only warning, and only because you lost your king, and your god of war, that we are we giving you that pass.”

  Clara waved, “Fine, but if I need another workout?”

  Mandy snickered, “I wouldn’t mind another sparring partner, drop by if you need your ass kicked.”

  Clara smirked, “I just might do that. Too bad on the other.”

  Mandy shrugged, “My body belongs to Love and Darkness.”

  My cock twitched at that, and I could tell Natasha had been similarly affected by the look she shot me. Our goddess of war and wisdom was so sexy.

  Clara chuckled, “Good for you, then.”

  They exchanged contact information and then we got out of there.

  Natasha teleported us, and I was a bit turned on by her control of power as I ended up in our bedroom with Amelia, while the three of them had arrived elsewhere in the house. Based on my sense of their position in my aura, I was guessing they were in the adult playroom and planned to join us later after their own private Sapphic adventure for three.

  Which I appreciated as I turned toward Amelia and looked down into her eyes with a commanding confidence that made her swoon as I gripped her ass even tighter and pulled her lithe sexy body save her too large for her frame rounded C cups tightly against mine, grinding her body against mine.

  She let out a breathy little pant of surrender and anticipation as she felt my hardness against her. Gods, she was so sexy, my sweet and wicked caramel goddess.

  Her eyes were wide, smoldering, and inviting, and she looked potently breathless under my lustful and demanding gaze.

  “You are so sexy,” I accused, and then gripped both her tight pear-shaped ass cheeks like I owned her, and I bent down and devoured her lips. Almost like I’d just told her it was her fault, that she was too hot to resist, and that I’d be taking my pleasure in her body whether she liked it or not. That really pushed her fetish button, even though in reality it had been her long-awaited consent that had started this. Emotions didn’t bend to logic though, so my demanding possessiveness and dark lustful act excited her, made her feel vulnerable and owned, trapped and desired too much to resist as I gave into my darker instincts.

  Her breathless gasp of excitement and surrender into my mouth made my cock twitch against her soft body as I let out a deep moan of desire. The kisses we’d shared earlier in the day, the make out session, were passionate and wild, but still controlled if barely. The kiss we shared then was explosive, and far more aggressive and wanton as the sexual tension between us exploded into full flower, on the penultimate moment of our long wait for sexual gratification.

  I pushed her against the closest wall, pinned her there with my body, while trapping her with my arms and devouring her mouth. She was whimpering sexily into my mouth with desire and a thrilling loss of control, and she let out a quavering sigh of nervous excitement as I ground her forcefully with my cock. Everything I did designed to feed her desire to be owned and used, to be forcefully used by a man out of control, because he just couldn’t control or stop himself because she was too ravishing to resist, but it also fed my bedroom desires. My instincts and cravings to own, control, and possess my woman in bed while throwing civilized behavior out the window and giving in to my dark lusts that would not be denied.