Maggie bit her lip, “I’m very submissive in our personal life. I like to be told what to do, it makes me feel cherished. But that’s with him, with as he said, the man of the house. If you tried it then we’d have a problem. I’d demand being equals, with the other females in my family.”

  Elena grinned, “Good. And hot.”

  “Hot?” I asked curiously.

  Elena nodded, “She knows what she wants, and while she takes a sweeter route she’s as stubborn as I am, aren’t you?”

  Maggie replied, “My mate may have said I take no prisoners in life, yes.”

  Elena said, “So far so good, I’m liking what I’m hearing, but we’re just getting started. Still, I think we all have enough to think about right now?”

  “The view alone is affording me all the thoughts I can handle.”

  Elena snorted, “Lie, but since you are enjoying the view, I’ll take it as a compliment anyway. Especially since it means you aren’t a pig.”

  I laughed, “I’ll be sure to keep my flirty comments to literal truth from now on, if I can.”

  It felt a little weird to say that in front of Maggie, but she seemed fine with it, even thrilled with how things were going so far. At the very least, she’d be our ally, neither of us had doubts that her morals and principles would align with ours, neither of us were aggressively violent or looking for trouble.

  Elena smiled, “That would be appreciated.”

  “Question, why do those of our kind tolerate covens who enslave minds, coerce, and even force sex and children on women through that mind control? From what I was told that’s about a quarter of them, though there’s one less of them since last night.”

  Elena nodded, “Politics and fear, I’m afraid. Demigods who go off on crusades are usually taken down quickly, by a grouping of others too strong to overcome. Even one as powerful as you. Crusader types are feared in our world, and they’re dealt with mercilessly.”

  I nodded, “I wasn’t suggesting we run and take them all out, I meant the defensive stance thing. The one last night was only because one of ours was in a bad spot and threatened. But it makes me wonder why the demigods in every city doesn’t just take down one, then they’d all be gone. Not so much the crusade of one demigod, but a statement of demi-god society as a whole that witch covens of that type won’t be tolerated.”

  Elena chuckled, “I applaud your empathy and compassion, and even your outrage for that kind of thing, I happen to agree. But yet it never happens. We have no joint society like you implied. We have a fractured one. We all have our parents, and our gods, and perhaps a handful of allies. There is no cooperation on a grand scale of any kind. Sure, the muses and Aphrodite’s children get together a lot, in most cities, but there’s no one to organize a grand plan like that.

  “Our goddesses might be able to pull it off, but then they may draw fire from their enemies as a result. It’s not a simple thing, though it should be, but that’s only from our point of view. Half the gods would see nothing wrong with it, and they would just see women abused and controlled as the natural order of things. As disgusting as that thought is, it doesn’t make it untrue. I’m glad to see my explanation doesn’t satisfy you, but it is the truth nonetheless.”

  Elena said, “Anyway, I’ll go get my stuff from where I was staying, and I’ll come back in a bit and set up that room. It’ll give us time to mull over what’s been said, come up with more questions, and we’ll talk more later?”

  I replied with a smile, “Looking forward to it.”

  Elena returned the smile and said, “Truth.”

  I added playfully, “And not just because I could listen to that sexy as hell voice all day long.”

  She laughed, “Truth. Yours is rather pleasing as well, and Maggie’s is like milk chocolate melting on the tongue.”

  I laughed, “True, I love her warm sensual voice as well.”

  Maggie blushed.

  We all stood, and Maggie said, “We’ll walk you out.”

  Not a bad start, at least I had another ally now, if more of the heavier threats showed up. Who knew what my father would do next? I was also shallowly attracted to Elena in a huge way, her exotic beauty and tight body was as delicious to me as my Maggie’s far more lushly inviting curves were.

  Walking her out also afforded me a hell of a view. If my Maggie’s rounded ass was a work of art, then Elena’s petite little bubbled ass was a damned national treasure. It was a perfect balance to her proud and pert B cups, and it stuck out just as far giving her a proportionally sensual and balanced look. She was also very graceful, petite or not she moved with a supple dancer’s grace from her years in the industry, which gave me ideas on how very flexible her tight nubile petite body must be.

  Shallow perhaps, but it was a start, and I didn’t know all that much about her yet, though surprisingly a lot after that insanely blunt and frank conversation. That shallow chemistry would carry us far enough I thought, for her to see if we had what it took to keep her, and for us to see if she had what it took to fit into our family.

  Family, it was a shocking thought to have in relation to Maggie after just four days but given everything I had almost no doubts about Maggie at all. Not after all I’d learned, and how we were compatible mates. The only way it could fail is if one of us stopped trying, and I just didn’t see that happening.

  It was a thing.

  Chapter Eleven

  Maggie had a little coven work to do. She was organizing expense accounts or something, setting up an account for all of them to adjust their direct deposit so twenty-five percent which would go into the coven expense account. That would pay for the utilities, mansion upkeep, food, and all that. It also involved a bunch of other stuff.

  While she did that, I was under her desk, giving her as many orgasms as I could before she was done working. She was on nine or ten, I think, and I currently had her at the very edge of her chair, with my tongue digging into her asshole and rimming her, while working her folds in circles over her clit with a light touch of my thumb. My middle and ring finger of the same hand was working in and out of her sex, with my fingers curled and pointing up so I rubbed her G-spot each time I pulled my fingers out.

  Her ass was delicious.

  I was so damned hard as number eleven took her, that I could barely see straight. Her sweet gasps, the way her sex quivered and convulsed around my fingers, and the way her body trembled against my face drove me crazy.

  Looking up into her eyes, past her heaving breasts and her wide-eyed surrender to that pleasure as my name fell from her lips… there was very little in life that could match it, and in that moment none of those very few things came to mind.

  I’d had to take my cock out after her third orgasm, I’d been in so much pain from it being so hard in its confinement, but other than that I hadn’t touched myself. It was a kinky and fun game, and me making her cum for me over and over again from under her desk felt incredibly naughty.

  “You like licking my ass, sir?”

  I moaned deeply and pushed it in deeper, while I stroked her clit, which made her gasp sharply and grab the desk.

  She said, “That feels so good, no man has ever made me feel so good, and never so cherished, vulnerable, and invincible all at the same time. Fuck, Jack, tongue my dirty ass, your tongue feels so good, so naughty, so nasty. You’re going to spoil me, my love. Don’t stop… don’t stop!”

  My cock twitched hard, when she called me my love, then orgasm twelve hit her like a tornado touching ground. Her cry of pleasure was only exceeded by her potent discharge of liquid ecstasy as she soaked my hand and face. The word we’d both been avoiding since this morning in bed, and only dared say with our gazes. I don’t even think she’d realized she’d said it, but I worked her harder with my tongue, thumb, and fingers.

  When she came down, I pushed her back, pulled her out of the chair and bent her over the desk, then drove home into her sweet and hot paradise. The sensation of sliding into the ecstasy of her silken snug body was luxurious beyond belief. I just started pounding her like a man possessed. She was more than ready for a rough pounding after fingering and licking her through twelve orgasms in just over an hour.

  I was already on the edge, so it didn’t take long at all. I doubted I was pounding her for a full minute when I felt the avalanche of pleasure threaten to fall on me.

  “Mags!” I warned.

  She gasped, “Cum in me, fill me, Jack. I need it, so fucking good. Please, make me cum around your cock like a good girl should. Fuck,” she moaned deeply and trembled right on the edge as she felt my warm seed start to pump into her body, despite the orgasm I helped her hit number thirteen with a firm roll of her nipple and squeeze of her breasts.

  She cried out, “Yes!” and her tight passage hugged my emptying cock even tighter, as she convulsed and milked me, her back arching as her eyes looked up at me with awe… and loving devotion.

  I got lost in those eyes, and nothing existed for me outside of that look in her eyes, the pleasure of her milking sex, and the powerful avalanche of sensations that was rocking my body with blissful rapture.

  I gripped her ass tightly as we came down, and I sat back in the chair.

  She kissed me passionately, lovingly, and with breathlessly lingering sweetness.

  When it broke, I caressed her face softly with my fingertips, and looked deep into her eyes.

  “I love you, Maggie.”

  Her eyes widened, then she melted against me and buried her face in my neck, and she kissed my neck with a light brush of her lips, “I love you too, Jack. So much it scares the shit out of me.”

  I chuckled, “I’m right there with you. Sorry I broke the game, but I had to have you after you called me my love.”

  She giggled naughtily, “Actually, I finished up my work right after orgasm eight. That last ten minutes or so I just couldn’t bring myself to tell you. I really like my ass licked, and you’d just started.”

  I laughed, and then swatted her ass sharply, “It was my pleasure, naughty and saucy nymph. I love that ass.”

  She said playfully, “I should be punished.”

  I swatted her ass again, “You will be. When you greet your returning coven you’ll be dressed in a casual business outfit, but you also won’t wear panties for the rest of the day. They’ll look at you, and they won’t know, but you’ll know what a dirty girl you are.”

  She said, “I see,” clearly unimpressed with my punishment.

  I whispered, “You’ll also have an anal plug in your ass, and a vibrating egg in your pussy, and I’ll be controlling the remote. You’ll have to hold together that matriarch aura of authority, while I send shocks of pleasure to your sex at random. If you’re not a good girl, I may even let them watch you grow flush and cum at the kitchen table, all while you try to hide it.”

  She shivered against me, then said breathily, “Okay, sir. I’ll be a good girl.”

  I laughed, and spanked her again, which just made her gasp and then let out a contented sigh.

  “Still not a good punishment?”

  She nibbled my neck, “Actually, it sounds great, so no. All of that really turns me on, being your obedient slut and naughty good girl, with my pleasure in your hands, while I try to hide it and be the matriarch.”

  “Well, a spanking is out. You’d like that too much, and only naughty good girls deserve spankings. Bad girls just get harsh swats.”

  She giggled in my ear, “I can see your dilemma. The idea of you punishing me, in almost any way, just turns me on and makes me feel cherished. I love it. Save true pain, which you would never do, my love. That was amazing by the way, I feel… so deliciously sated right now. I’ve never met anyone as generous in bed.”

  “I could say the same of you. I could embarrass you, but that’s no good, it needs to stay between us and not the coven. Our games I mean.”

  She kissed my neck, and whispered, “May I soften your displeasure, sir? May I have permission to suck your big fat cock?”

  I moaned, “I should say no, but fucking hell woman.”

  She giggled wickedly, “You can punish me later,” she promised sultrily, and then slid off my lap and to her knees. What can I say? For her sucking my cock was a reward, but she was an amazing cocksucker, and she suckled on me dreamily. She blew me for quite a long while before taking my seed down her throat. She was joyful, devoted, and loving, and she worked me with her mouth for another one of those long and luxurious blow jobs she was so good at. Keeping me on the edge of pleasure for a very long time.

  I could’ve spanked her to the edge. I’d already found out she could cum just from a spanking. Then left her wanting, but that wasn’t our style. She liked me to take control, in all our personal life. I didn’t want sexual related punishments, that was more BDSM stuff that neither of us was interested in. Our relationship of me being in charge was more encompassing than that.

  So, after we took a shower to clean up after our mid-day romp, I dressed her in a women’s business skirt suit, red skirt and blazer, with a dark blue blouse. No panties, but I reneged on the egg and anal plug part, which she’d clearly wanted to happen.

  I supposed that was sex related, but it wasn’t orgasm denial or an active thing, it was a simple kink denial. Instead, I promised her we’d do it the next day, and I’d make her cum at the dinner table with the vibrating egg and ass plug, if she was repentant and a good naughty girl for me. The lack of panties, being so bland a thing under her businesswoman matriarch look, was a punishment of sorts.

  The fact that she pouted at me and was acting all kittenish and sweetly naughty, told me the disappointment of a kink that had excited her going unfulfilled for a whole day meant I’d made the right call. I couldn’t think of another punishment that wouldn’t be inappropriate.

  In short, such a tame punishment was a punishment in itself, since she liked when I took control the best way to punish her was with passivity.

  Elena returned about then, and we gave her a little space to unpack her clothes and settle into her room, while the two of us just chatted on the couch. Maggie was leaning against me and resting in my arms as we did so.

  Elena eventually joined us downstairs, and she was in a different dress. The new one just as trashy as it was classy, right in the middle, but not so much Vegas style. It was a red tube dress, and the look it had wouldn’t quite fit in perfectly either in a fancy restaurant or a dance club, but it came close enough that she wouldn’t look all that out of place in both.

  I smiled, “Welcome back, Elena. I’m curious. As allies you already know my father is trying to… end me using my power up here, and me borrowing a few souls from time to time. That’s my only enemy so far, that I know about at least. How about you?”

  Elena replied, “I have no major enemies right now. I was born of and am champion of my goddess, so there’s no angst there at all. Just the usual stuff. The goddess of wisdom doesn’t approve of the antics of my goddesses, or what Aphrodite gets up to. They’re good friends by the way, Aphrodite and my muses. The queen of the gods doesn’t appreciate us all that much either, but as long as we don’t butt heads in their influence over the city or business, they’ll leave us be for the most part.

  “They might cause trouble if we cross their paths, but otherwise it’s live and let live. There is a strong Aphrodite contingent in this city, that we could consider casual allies and would help us if we reach out. The only other god working this city is war, but we move in different circles.”

  I nodded, “So no definitive threats, just the possibility of random meetings that could end in violence.”

  She answered, “Yes. Maggie?”

  Maggie said, “We removed the one major enemy I had last night. I’m hoping for wary neutrality out of the Oak Circle coven, but we’ll have to wait and see. Other than that, I don’t have any enemies right now either.”

  She asked, “Buy you suspect it won’t work?”

  Maggie shrugged, “I’m young, and Danielle is arrogant and controlling, if not evil about it. She’s at least… coercive in her pedestrian methods if not in magic. If she refuses to acknowledge me as her equal and the Crystal Rose as a true coven in this city, then she’ll no doubt start to try to recruit the nine witches I gained last night. I won’t be able to let that go.

  “I won’t attack her, but I will need to challenge her, and demand recognition. All my witches carry the new marque of my coven in their magic. We’re all extremely young as well, none of us are over twenty-five. The older ones in the Twilight Flame chose to either go to Oak Circle, leave the city, or try to go independent. I neither know nor care, except I fear Danielle will dismiss us and do what she wants, despite my mate and I taking down a whole coven last night.”

  She asked, “You fear a confrontation?”

  Maggie laughed, “With you two on my side? Not likely. I would regret and despise the need, where there truly isn’t a justified one for her to stand on, and for me it would be self-defense. She’s not the evil sort, though a bit too controlling for my tastes. Fear no, but it’s a waste of life and resources, and the witches in her coven are not the bad type either. War wouldn’t help any of us.

  “On the good side, that hasn’t happened at all yet, but it’s still early. My coven is under orders to report it if Danielle approaches them with recruitment in mind.”

  Elena nodded, “All good. I do have somewhat of a radical suggestion.”

  Maggie grinned, “Define radical, it sounds fun.”

  Elena smiled and said, “So far I like all your answers very much, on all levels. I’m fairly sure over time once proven out we’ll make fantastic allies. The personal side is a little trickier. We could dance around it as we get to slowly know each other, or we could enlist aid to see if we’re compatible. If not, better we find out now before our feelings get deeply connected, and if we are then I wouldn’t have to wait to jump in your bed.”

  “Is that a large consideration,” I asked, a little taken back by her blunt admission that she wanted to get to the fun parts.