She said warmly, “Thank you, sir.”

  “For what?”

  She said dreamily, “You were pretty fast with those answers, that tells me you put a lot of thought into it, into what was best for me. And not just satisfying whatever whims you may have in the moment. I feel owned, possessed, and safe. No, not just safe, cared for, cherished.”

  “You are possessed and cherished,” I said sternly, as I cupped her ass firmly.

  She moaned softly and melted against me, “Hold me just a little longer?”

  “Already in the plan, babe.”

  She sighed in contentment in a way that wormed her deeper into my heart.

  She said softly, “You know if all that’s all true, I’m needy as hell.”

  I laughed, “Also amazing, and I think we’ll have a wonderful co-dependency going on soon.”

  She snickered, and kissed me deeply, only to settle back down with another of those heart provoking sweet sighs.

  All good things ended, including post-coital cuddles, and I needed to get started on those reports. It was about fifteen minutes later when she fetched her laptop and brought up a blank document for me. There’d be two separate ones, one with all the information of the last five days or so, along with a second document for leverage.

  Of course, June watched me peck at the keyboard with four fingers, two on each hand, for maybe thirty seconds before taking the laptop back.

  “I’m your secretary too, sir. Just dictate.”

  I grinned and teased, “Isn’t it administrative assistant?”

  She snorted playfully, “Administrative assistants are politically correct and concerned with sexual harassment, while secretaries shamelessly relax their bosses with blow jobs and hot sex, and dress to distract in the hopes of being taken advantage of,” then she blushed.

  I grinned, “Secretary it is. Okay, here it is…” I talked, she typed it as fast as I could talk, and she was looking into my eyes. Not at the keyboard or the screen as it clacked away.

  So damned sexy. I only interrupted the process twice for sex, to her delight. The first time was all about her, I couldn’t resist eating her out and making her scream for me. The second time I ordered her to relax me, and she gave me a hot and enthusiastic blowjob after putting her hair up in a ponytail.

  She was getting better at it, when she’d already been amazing. I mean, her techniques didn’t change, but she was learning what my body liked, and personalizing it to my pleasure. She blew my mind.

  Chapter Eleven

  Breakfast was fantastic, and I’d been telling the story again for Brenna between bites of my three egg, bacon, cheese, onions, mushrooms, and tomato omelet. It was… beyond delicious, and it went very well with the fresh biscuits and sausage gravy that June had made from scratch as a side.

  “So, what do you think?”

  Brenna replied, “I think I need to go food shopping, I can’t believe you heathen gods don’t drink coffee.”

  I grinned, “I just have to want to be awake and aware, and I am. No jitters required.”

  Brenna winked, “Good point, but coffee is the nectar of the gods. Or not, I suppose, but I need my morning coffee at least. Umm, as to the plan, it’ll probably work. More witnesses might be good, just to make it harder for them to do anything too shady. I could invite some of my family over, throw a barbeque. They want to meet you both.”

  “That sounds brilliant, just make sure they’re wearing bullet proof charms.”

  Brenna nodded, “All witches do as a matter of course in the modern world. So, food shopping, I’ll pick up the things we need for the ward as well. If we hurry, we could have it up before they get here. I’ll stop at home first, grab my Keurig and mugs. Did I miss anything?”

  “Drop off the package.”

  Brenna blinked, “Right. That might be important.”

  I laughed, “You’re irreverent this morning.”

  Brenna bit her lip as her eyes widened, but I held up my hand.

  I said, “Not a criticism, just a pleasant observation. Feels more natural.”

  Brenna tilted her head, “Lack of coffee.”

  June backed me up, “Respect is important, but we don’t need bowing and scraping.”

  Brenna sighed, “You’re both still adjusting. Require by taste, no. But it is your due and you deserve it from me. That doesn’t mean I won’t be playful at times, or even most of the time as Mark can attest, but it’s important, to me.”

  I replied, “I get it, but I wonder if we aren’t just an uber supernatural race.”

  She shook her head, “Modern societal influence, how you were raised. Just because the Greeks were primitive doesn’t mean they didn’t understand the truth of you, or were just awed by the great amount of power. You are gods, not just another type of supernatural. In living bodies and on the mortal plane, limited to your current life’s memories for this lifetime, but gods nonetheless. I’d argue it’s the blindness of a secular society that won’t want to admit the truth, not superstitious attitudes from the past, being wrong.

  “Supernaturals don’t have mantels. A mantel is the realm of a god, angel, or demon. Your power is also vastly different, and not even technically, magic. It’s the power of a god, while witches, shifters, vampires, and fae, we wield magic. When we die, we go to the underworld. When your immortal avatar dies, you’ll go back to Olympus, and have the choice of being reborn.”

  I sighed, “That’s me told,” and I had to reluctantly agree with her. It was well-argued, and I felt almost trapped by the logic of it. I wasn’t an uber supernatural, despite being able to be killed by humans and modern technology, this lifetime ended anyway if my body was destroyed, that didn’t change the fact I was a god. It just meant I had to be vigilant in protecting my life, like anyone else on the planet.

  June said, “He just doesn’t want to become arrogant.”

  Brenna nodded, “True, but lying to yourselves is not the path to take for that. Find another way to be the gods you want to be, resist entitlement and arrogance, and leave me to my worship of you.”

  I grinned, “Yes, maam.”

  Brenna blushed, “I’m trying to be your advisor as you asked, and I tend to state my opinions strongly, angel face.”

  I nodded, “Teasing, wild witch. I’ll forgive almost anything, after this omelet,” I turned to June, “The biscuits and sausage gravy rock too.”

  June winked.

  Brenna finished up and stood, “I’ll get to my list. Unless there’s something else?”

  I grabbed her wrist, pulled her to me and claimed a lingering kiss that had her breathless. Then I patted her ass and spun her away with a cheeky grin.

  She looked at me in raw breathy lust, and a look in her eyes that promised untold pleasures when she got back, then she grabbed the box off the counter and left. Of course, I was left a little wanting myself in that moment, but it was totally worth it and fun to put things off on occasion.

  June sighed, “She’s right. It was the mantel argument that convinced me, but our power is unlike any other magic on this world as well, intelligent and intuitive.”

  “Don’t I know it,” I grinned, “She was right, we’ll figure it out. She was also right about the other, just because I’m a god doesn’t mean I have to be an arrogant prat or heartlessly entitled.”

  June smiled, “I’ll clean up in here, why don’t you get the backyard ready for guests.”

  “You have a beautiful smile, babe.”

  June blushed, “Thank you.”

  I had the last bite of biscuit, then got up and headed into the backyard. The deck off the house had plenty of space, an eight-person glass table with an umbrella stand, the chairs were white and cushioned. Past that we had three lounges on the grass. Still, I wasn’t sure how many would be coming, so I headed over to the shed and pulled out all the lawn chairs. I also cleaned out the fire pit and cleaned the metal racks the food were cooked on with a spell.

  After a moment of thought, I went back inside and dug my JBL Bluetooth stereo speaker out of the closet, and set that up in the backyard, plugging it in on the deck. Then I went through my music on the smartphone, and I assembled a new playlist that’d last for hours.

  I got the coolers out too, for the ice and drinks that Brenna was sure to be bringing back from the store, which is when June came out wearing a lovely pink sundress, and a pair of white sandals. Gods above, she was devastating in the pink dress that was lovely yet on the conservative side. It gave her hot body a lot of mystery and the cut and color a sense of purity, added to the angelic innocent beauty of her face, she was absolutely breathtaking.

  I just stared as she walked up to me, and then caressed her face as I looked deep into her eyes and wildly blushing cheeks at my intense appraisal. I leaned down and gave her a soft and melty sweet kiss, “You are ravishing, June.”

  She smiled, “Thanks, I love the way you’re looking at me. The backyard looks great, we just need the ice, drinks, charcoal, and food.”

  I winked, and then went inside to change. Putting on a pair of gray Docker shorts and a thin pullover collared shirt that was both casual and was nice enough to match June’s efforts.

  She looked at me warmly as I came back outside and joined her at the table.

  We just chatted then until Brenna got back, and I got back to my list of questions of the three plus date variety, smoothly inserting them into the conversation. We’d only actually had a single date, but spending time together non-stop for the last five days totally counted.

  After Brenna sucked me dry and packed me away, I asked, “How many?” She’d been a little worked up when she got back from the store, and she’d edged herself to cum with me when she felt my cum splash into the back of her throat.

  She said, “Two daughters and their husbands, three granddaughters including the twins you met, the older with a husband and two great granddaughters, and a few more great grandchildren they’re picking up on the way that are preteen. Thirteen or fourteen in total.”

  “You have a huge family.”

  She smiled, “I do, I was blessed in my first life, and doubly blessed in my second so far. Do you need me, mistress?”

  June blushed, she looked a bit heated, after watching Brenna suck me off and cum with me.

  I said, “Go ahead, take care of her needs. I’ll get the drinks and ice in the coolers and start the fire.”

  June looked at me with wide lustful eyes and a thrill, probably because I’d just ordered my witch to eat her out, if couched in less depraved terms. She sure as hell didn’t mind the presumption, and if anything, it had turned her on even more than she’d already been.

  Brenna grinned as she slid off the chair, and crawled between June’s legs, pushing June’s skirt up high enough to get her head under it. It was even hotter watching my witch lick out June in the backyard, than it was to get a blowjob from her outside, while I did what I said I would. Especially with how angelically innocent June looked in that pink dress, even while trembling and coming apart.

  In the end, it was about seeing us all satisfied, Brenna and I had already had our pleasure, and I’d never leave my sweet goddess wanting.

  While the fire was getting the charcoals ready, we set the anchors, built the sympathetic model, and set the wards. I was feeling a little spoiled, as that process was interrupted twice, as I took Brenna over the couch end first, and then loved June on a desk.

  I couldn’t get enough of either of them, and they loved that I couldn’t. An insatiable goddess and witch, driving me crazy with every heated look, gesture, and touch.

  A couple of spells ensured none of us were sweaty, mussed, or smelled of sex when company arrived.

  Believe it or not, I felt relief when the cops showed up. I mean, Brenna’s family was awesome, but Kelsey and Meara had been shamelessly following me around and hanging on my every word since they got there. They’d both made it more than clear in innuendo they were available to me, either together or separate.

  I mean, twin fantasy, right? Hot nubile and barely legal redheaded twins offering no strings wild sex in a threesome should be a no-brainer. Except… they were Brenna’s granddaughters, and I didn’t know how Brenna would feel about me defiling her grandchildren, or the idea that they’d be double teaming me at the same time.

  We also hadn’t talked about or set rules or expectations, as far as sex outside the family and harem. Well, I had told them it was out of the question, for them, and they seemed to have no jealousy, especially June, but sharing me with other muses and our live-in worshipping witch was a far cry from dipping my dick in every hot woman that offered herself to me.

  Regardless, they’d heard everything that day in the store, and they wanted to ravished by a god like grandmother was, just one crazy hot night and no strings attached. Not in so many words, but they were hardly subtle at eighteen either. Well, I had their numbers anyway, if I wanted to give it go.

  I wasn’t sure for myself either, I mean June’s and Brenna’s feelings and expectations aside. Taking care of nine muses bonded to me through our power, and one witch sounded like more than enough to me. I wasn’t sure I wanted to be the type of guy that jumped on any opportunity, and I assumed as a god the twins wouldn’t be the last extremely hot and available ladies throwing themselves at me. Hell, I’d be getting laid more than a certain golfer if I wanted, but what would that do to me? It sounded good in theory of course, but too much of a good thing is harmful, and it would change me and probably not for the better. I’d start taking women and sex for granted, take it as my due, that kind of thing would be hard enough to fight off with nine goddesses and a depraved witch competing for cock time.

  Or, I could take a middle road, and say no to strangers, but say yes to the twins because they were basically family and not really strangers. Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad, or harmful to how I wanted to be as a person, man, and god. Or was I just bullshitting myself to get two hot redheaded twins in my bed?

  So, it was something I had to work out, and talk with Brenna and June about first.

  “It’s time ladies, a little space,” as I sat in a lounger near June. The lounger also had a small box under it with the second copy of everything.

  One look at June and I knew there was no point in talking to her about it, she was on board with me fucking anything with a hole, I think. Just based on the speculative lustful look in her eyes, as she took in the three of us. So I’d only have to talk to Brenna about it. Also get Brenna’s advice, because June would probably just egg me on to cut as wide a swath through the female population as possible. I think she was built that way, the whole nymph, seduction thing.

  They looked at me warmly, “Of course, Mark,” Meara said, followed by Kelsey’s words, “We’ll talk to you later,” then they sauntered off, and I turned my head back to June when I caught myself staring at their tight petite asses.

  Yeah, June wouldn’t be delivering any advice to me about temperance, not when it came to sex. Which meant I was free to make my own rules, and the middle road was tempting as hell. Refuse strangers no matter how hot they were, but an occasional friend or two of the family… why not? I just needed to clear it with Brenna. I wouldn’t sleep with the twins if it would hurt our connection.

  An FBI Agent Lassiter, blue eyes, black hair, and the dark blue suit walked around the back of the house into the yard, accompanied by a cute and petite blonde witch in a mauve women’s business suit with a light blue blouse.

  “Agent Lassiter, Stephanie Carter, right on time.”

  They both stopped short and looked a little shocked.

  “Let me tell you a quick story. The FBI came for a god, who is a seer by the way, in order to question him on his connection and actions in regard to the Clarissa Brown case. They brought along a SWAT team and ten uniforms in the hopes I’d come along peacefully.

  “Which I totally would have. Except the rest of the story is me being led into an interrogation room back at the office, which cuts me off from my powers. Then you arrogant pricks kept me in that room for two days. You, Agent Lassiter, asking me questions, while your prick partner, Agent Carlos Pastrano, tries to knock me off my game with petty threats and caustic comments. Including and I quote, ‘we should just put a bullet in him now, since he can’t fight back,’ and less horrific comments like, ‘he’s full of shit, see the future, saved the world, this guy is a fucking nutjob.’

  “Anyway, at the end of those two days, this is everything you’ll get out of me,” I tossed the box at him, that had two binders of paper in it.

  “One of those binders is everything that’s happened to me, and what I did, since my birthday and finding out I’m a god. The other one of course, is so you’ll go away, and not bother me, even if your feelings are hurt. It would also be bad press, to attack with a yard of witches, including children. You should go back to your vehicles, and read through both reports, before you make a decision.”

  He asked, “Are you refusing to cooperate?”

  “I’m refusing to subject myself to coerced interrogation and a violation of my rights. I just handed you everything you wanted which is the definition of cooperative, and I gave you a million reasons in that other folder to leave me alone. By the way, this isn’t done yet, that crazy bitch left a ticking timebomb of destruction in Chicago, Manhattan, and San Francisco that goes off in two weeks and five days. I could use your assistance locating and exterminating the threat. The world isn’t in danger any longer, but North America kind of is.”

  “Pastrano is not a prick.”

  I smirked, “Are you sure about that? What if I told you your beautiful wife found out you were knocking boots with the cute and sexy blonde witch at your side? You shouldn’t be too hard on Pastrano though. I mean, your wife is hot, and she hit on him pretty hard, fucking your partner in revenge for you diddling the witch. Pastrano has been nailing her for weeks, while you’re busy playing hide the salami with Stephanie here. She even let him have her ass in revenge, the one place she’d never let you go, and she loved it. Turns out once she gave in she discovered she’s a total ass slut.”