I immediately claimed her and pulled her possessively against me, my hand spanking her firmly then gripping her ass with authority.

  But up above, I worshipped her with a sweet loving kiss, languid, deep, and awed. I felt the same, possessive and protective, as well as incredibly loving and awed, after rough sex. Just like usual, it was just this time I was boldly and freely expressing the possessiveness I felt, while also showing her how much she means to me. How amazing she is.

  Her eyes were so beautiful and vulnerable as she looked deeply into mine when it broke, my hand still cradling her ass cheek with authority, as I held her tightly against me.

  “Wow, sir. I love being pinned down and owned, taken, but you’ve never claimed me so potently with words before, sir. Gods, that was hot. So… couldn’t wait?” she asked that last smugly.

  I grinned, “No, I really couldn’t, you drove me crazy. It’s just as well though, since I assume you’re staying with Brenna tonight, since Lily did last night.”

  She smirked, “So, this was like her shower sex?”

  I shrugged, “Yes, that too, but I didn’t think of that until now. I just really needed to pound you and make you cum for me while I claimed you. Your worship drove me crazy, sexy.”

  She stretched her body against mine, and then claimed a sweet kiss, “That’s what I’m for.”

  I grinned, “That and I love you ridiculously, June.”

  Her lips twitched, “So I’m here to worship you, get pounded for your pleasure, and be loved?”

  I laughed, “Yes. Or that’s my take on it.”

  She snickered and cuddled in deeper, “I like this new dimension of you. Still sweet and confident, a dominant in bed, but also far more possessive. It’s really driving me crazy actually.”

  “I’ve always felt this possessive, I think feeling free to show it came from the acceptance of things.”

  She nodded, “There’s one more thing left, you haven’t done, since accepting it. I mean, you’ve had my mouth and you’ve forcefully taken my naughty pussy. But…” she trailed off.

  I spanked her, “Get this dress off, and get your tits ready to be fucked. No redhead, I want to watch you squirm and go wild as the real you, when I fuck your tits and I cover you in cum. Especially rubbing it into and sucking it off your nipples while you cum shamelessly for me, I want you to do it.”

  She said breathily in heated desire, “Yes, sir. I’d love that… sir.”

  “But after that we go back to however you want to do it, because you’re the one taking joy in seducing me. Your appearance and seduction is up to you, it’s my job to dominate and pleasure you in the aftermath, not control the leadup.”

  Her eyes grew soft and warm, “Yes, sir. Thank you for that. I really do love being the harem for you, and while I could go out with you dressed like a slut, it’s much more fun being the honey-blonde when we do.”

  “Like I said, it’s up to you, save this one time. You have a wickedly seductive imagination, if I took control of it then I’d just be cheating us both out of how amazing you are. I’ve said that before, or something like it, and I haven’t changed my mind.”

  She blushed, “I love you. Umm, you have to let me up if you want to fuck my tits.”

  “Oh, am I pinning you to me?” I asked in mock amazement.

  She giggled, then gasped in delight when I spanked her ass and let her up. She looked dazed, and I felt a humble awe at the love in her eyes for me in that moment.

  I loved her so damned much it hurt.

  When we got to it, she was just as hot as the redhead, if not more. I mean, June was so ridiculously sexy, and between her breasts being super sensitive and her extremely sensual nature, she loved me taking her tits. It had her squirming for me, and when I painted her face and tits her whole body bucked as she came for me.

  She was also just as sensual as ever, licking it directly off her tits, and anything she couldn’t reach got rubbed into her nipples while she wriggled and let out wanton moans, and then deep moans of naughty satisfaction as she sucked her nipples clean, only to start it over again with more.

  Then she cleaned up and took care of Brenna, while I got a night with my adorably hot blonde.

  I’d be joyous when Brenna was back, and the foursomes were back, but until then having long sex marathons with my goddesses was just as satisfying if in different ways. For all of Lily’s accusations, she was turning out to be just as naughtily depraved as my midnight haired beauty, and a hell of a lot of fun.

  We didn’t just fuck either. I knew June very well after a month together, but there was still so many depths to plumb with Lily. I needed to take her on a date soon, but we were still doing all the dating questions, talking about our likes, dislikes, foibles, best parts, and of course our pasts.

  Life had served us a few bumps. My wild witch was in recovery mode, and we’d lost a goddess that should’ve been with us, but there was also a hell of a lot to be thankful for.

  Chapter Ten

  The first coat of paint on the kitchen was drying, as I pulled out my phone and dialed the number.

  “It’s me again, Steph.”

  Stephanie replied, “What do you have for me this time? Oh, the bank robber went down easy, we did what you said, and it worked like a charm.”

  I said, “Three arsonists. Humans. They’re going to burn down a vampire mansion and kill fourteen vampires and three humans inside. As far as I can tell it’s a hate crime, based on racism. Daytime, obviously, so the vampires can’t escape. Four fifteen this afternoon. It’s in Chicago this time, north side.”

  I gave her the address.

  Stephanie asked, “What does this fit in? Protect you, America, or media and opinion concerns?”

  I pondered that, “The second one, sort of, they are American citizens and seventeen deaths in a single act is statistically significant. I also think I might’ve picked it up because I’ve been concerned about racism fueled violence from all ends. Peaceful racists don’t so much bother me, society can handle that kind of thing. So add a fourth option, violent racists.”

  Stephanie said, “Fair enough. We may just refer this one to the police, but that’s not my call.”

  “That’s fine, if no FBI case is opened just let me know, so I know not to expect another check.”

  Stephanie chuckled, “I will. Thanks for the heads up.”

  We hung up, and I decided I’d be going. Just in case, invisible. If I wasn’t needed, then no one would know I was there. If they screwed it up, well then I’d be there.

  I got back to ripping the cabinets out while the first coat dried, using a spell to make sure no sawdust fell onto the wet paint. I hadn’t even bothered to put plastic sheeting down, on the floors I mean, since I was going to be ripping it up in a day or two anyway.

  It already looked pretty good, but I added a second coat after the old cabinets were in a detritus pile at the dump, and then finally got the new cabinets screwed in and secure, all the doors and handles installed already as well.

  It was all done by lunchtime, but I decided not to start on the floor, I’d do that last piece tomorrow. It would go fast though, ripping up old tiles was an all-day job, at least. If you were human. A little witch magic and I’d have the old floor up and gone in fifteen minutes, and it’d probably take me a couple of hours to lay the new tile and put the floor moldings back on.

  It was time to get my leisure on, so I took a shower, then threw on a bathing suit. The ladies agreed to play hooky for the afternoon as well, and we all had a nice swim, and then laid out on the lounge chairs.

  That day it was Brenna that joined me, pasted to my side in nothing but a white bikini. Her random kisses were sweet as candy, and she looked really happy to be there while June and Lily flanked us in their lounge chairs, soaking up the sun.

  It was intimate, and the four of us were just chatting about nothing in particular. We were all still getting to know Lily, and her us. My adorable blonde dancer was in a dark blue bikini, and my dark-haired goddess had on the red one she favored and wore most often.

  Brenna said, “I have all your money invested, save five million. I’ll invest the rest, once we buy the business and figure out how much we want and need to have on hand.”

  Her caressing hand had been moving lower and lower on my torso, and now it was teasing under my bathing suit.

  She said tentatively, “I’m not ready, can’t deal with being out of control and taken roughly, no matter how much I really want that. I’ll flash back to feeling violated and helpless to stop it, I know I will.”

  I shushed her, and said, “No rush, I can wait. My wild witch, I love you.”

  It was my first time saying it out loud to Brenna, and it electrified her.

  She stopped breathing, then she was kissing me warmly, melting her body against me, and she whispered, “I love and worship you, Mark. I think I’ve loved you for weeks already. I never imagined,” she was breathy and her eyes wide, “Never thought you could love me back.”

  I caressed her back and down by her ass, “I do, and I will never give you up.”

  She smiled, “Good to know, but what I was going to say, before you interrupted me,” she giggled, “Was that I’m not ready to be deliciously taken hard, I love feeling out of control, but I can’t handle it right now. But… I still want to pleasure you.”

  I moaned and my back arched slightly as I pushed up, when her soft hand slipped into my bathing suit and wrapped around me tightly. She stroked me slowly with wicked tingles of pleasure reverberating through my body.

  “Go on, wild witch.”

  Brenna smirked, “But if you promise not to take control, I’d really love to suck you dry, Mark. I’ll also be rubbing one out while I do, so don’t worry about my pleasure, it will be my pleasure to serve yours, always.”

  “I hardly ever fuck your throat.”

  She nodded, “Yes, but it could happen, or at least it could if I hadn’t asked you not to?”

  “Of course, Brenna. I would never hurt you. Your hand feels amazing.”

  She kissed me deeply, and I felt her slip her other hand between my side and the apex of her legs, and she let out a needy little gasp of pleasure into my mouth that told me she was pleasuring us both right now. Her kiss passionate, wild, and aggressive, and we were both breathy as she broke it.

  “That really works, unless you’d rather sit on my face.”

  Her eyes glazed over with lust, “Okay, Mark. You win.”

  I chuckled, and instead of manhandling her into a sixty-nine like I normally would’ve done, I patiently waited for her to get into position. I wasn’t sure what level of aggression would set her off, so I was being careful. The fact that we were outside never even entered my mind until later, that if the neighbors wanted they could easily see, as she shamelessly stripped off her bikini bottom while I pushed down my swim trunks.

  My mouth watered as her gorgeous folds lowered onto my greedy lips, and then as I licked along those glistening tasty labia I moaned deeply as I felt the pleasures of her mouth engulf my cock.

  So fantastic, so utterly distracting, those waves of pleasure as I did my best to focus and make her cum, make her explode on my tongue. I’d always been good at eating pussy, but I was fairly sure I was a lot better at it after the last month. I put all my skills to use, to make the woman I loved cum all over my face, before I unloaded in between her cock sucking lips.

  I usually fingerbanged her too, but I avoided that too just in case, using oral skills almost exclusively, and merely caressed and kneaded her ass as I pulled her down firmly on my mouth. Her labia were hot, so very silken smooth, and her bright red landing strip was such a turn on as it tickled my chin.

  I couldn’t see it, my eyes feasting on her deliciously bubbled ass and tight puckered star as I worked through the pleasure roaring through my body as I tried to take her to hers. But it was pretty clear a few minutes in that we weren’t the only ones doing a sixty-nine in the backyard. June had moved around us, and I heard them both moaning next to us, June and Lily, along with the smacking and sucking sounds from both of them that obviously wasn’t kissing. They were so eating each other right next to us, which was further mind fodder for me.

  I focused through it all though, and as Brenna got breathier and breathier while sucking and stroking my cock, I started to play more directly with her clit, sucking in her folds and swirling it, then licking her out a bit before going back up and pleasing her clit.

  She trembled and moaned for me wildly, but it was me that broke first. The pleasure of her mouth and hand on me overwhelming, the pleasure heavenly as it infused me, saturated me, and then overwhelmed me.

  I grunted into her pussy, sucked her clit hard and swirled it with my tongue. I kept sucking it, even as my body was wracked with pleasure, and by the third pulse of my cock deep in her mouth she cried out around me. Came apart and quivered above me with a joyous keening sound that vibrated through my exploding cock as she continued to milk me.

  It was intense as she soaked my face, and so damned good as she came undone above me, and I exploded in ecstasy below her.

  When we came down, she was lovingly suckling my cock for more, while I was lovingly licking her clean of her frothy ecstasy.

  She looked thrilled as she got off me, and put her bikini bottoms back on, as I pulled up the suit, then got back next to me on the lounger to snuggle. Then we both watched Lily and June cum for each other, while the two of us stroked each other warmly and exchanged occasional teasing kisses.

  “Gorgeous and sexy,” I accused playfully, as they started to come down.

  Lily winked, and June blushed in delight.

  The former said, “We couldn’t resist, you two are so hot and loving together.”

  There was absolutely no jealousy in her tone, but I did detect a hint of wistfulness. A bare hint that told me she wanted to be loved, like I loved Brenna and June. I was very sure we’d get there, she was incredible.

  The two of them got their bottoms back on, but they also got back in the same lounger and snuggled together, which was wonderful for me to see. I mean, past the shallow level of it. That they were getting so close.

  Brenna said, “I’m definitely ready to come back to our joint bed tonight, I’m just a no ravish zone for now. That went better than I hoped.”

  I laughed, “Good. I missed you.”

  Brenna kissed me, then we got back to our normal conversation.

  The vampire mansion wasn’t all that different than the one we were going to buy. It looked to be about a ten bedroom four thousand square foot house, and it sat on a similar four-acre lot. I could only assume with seventeen people living there that most of them were couples and sharing rooms. Or people just doubling up maybe. I didn’t want to assume, but I’d learned vampires were very tied to blood and sex.

  Some killed, but like people killed. Blood thirst drove them to feed, never to kill, even as a newborn. They weren’t nearly as savage as some popular culture made them out to be. Their stomachs weren’t big enough to drain someone dry, after all. Yes, they were dangerous, top predators like shifters, but they weren’t bloodthirsty killers, if you’ll pardon the pun.

  The windows all had steel shutters on them on the inside, no doubt to ensure a very dark room lacking sunlight during the day when they slept.

  It was close to four fifteen, and I was loitering invisibly about fifty feet away from the spot they’d start to douse the house in gasoline at when they arrived. The spot was directly in view. I also couldn’t see any cops or FBI, but that wasn’t all that surprising or alarming to me yet. They wouldn’t want to spook the arsonists until the crime was already in progress. Attempted arson was still a crime but carrying a gas can was not. So, they had to wait for them to start splashing the house before moving in. So of course they were hidden well.

  Assuming the FBI didn’t turn it over, and the cops didn’t drop the ball.

  The three men pulled up in a van, and the driver looked around furtively when he got out, then slapped the side of the van. He leaned back in to grab a five-gallon gas can and a blow torch, while the side door opened, and two other men got out with gas cans. They moved casually but quickly toward the side of the house.

  They unscrewed the cans and started to douse the house, one of them moving around the front behind the bushes so he’d be harder to see, while the other two worked their way down the side and eventually around back.

  That’s when the two FBI agents came out of the backyard, “Freeze!” they screamed.

  The two dropped gas cans, but the driver in front only paused, then started to douse the front of the house faster, while he fooled with the knob on the small blowtorch.

  One of the agents said, “Ferretti, go get the third one.”

  The other agent, Ferretti presumably, jogged toward the front of the house. The smell of gasoline reached my nose with a light breeze.

  The driver tossed the gas can which bounced in an empty manner, while hitting the spark button to ignite the gas now leaving the blowtorch. The agent wasn’t getting there in time, and as the torch lit I started a short spell. The driver leaned down to stroke the gasoline with the flame and light up the house, but I released the spell in time to rip it out of his hands. It went arcing away from him only to land about ten feet behind him in the grass.

  The driver cursed and turned, but by then Ferretti had reached the corner.

  He aimed his gun, “Freeze, down on your knees, hands behind your head, now!”

  The driver got on his knees, and the agent moved forward alertly and grabbed the blowtorch to put it out. Not a complete success maybe, but thanks to my intervention only a few blades of grass died in the incident.

  I snorted.

  It was just a minute later when I heard the firetruck’s sirens, satisfied they were going to dilute the gas with a whole lot of water. I backed off out of line of sight, so they wouldn’t see the flash of light, and teleported back to the house.