Natasha winked playfully, “Shower and food? Then walk the river. It’ll probably be a little empty in December, but the bars should be hopping.”

  Mandy nodded, “But we’ll be warm enough with a little witchcraft. Where is your luggage?”

  Natasha giggled, “Our man uses Tartarus as a back pocket and storage space.”

  I laughed, “You make it sound wrong, what else is my extradimensional power for? I’ll grab yours too after you pick out tonight’s outfit, you’ll get your own shelf. Just in case we have to leave quickly it makes sense to keep it all with us.”

  Natasha interjected, “Just imagine all that shopping we could do, without multiple trips to the trunk?”

  “Hey now, let’s not get crazy, you can teleport your shopping bags home, where I’ll be waiting,” I quipped.

  Mandy and Natasha pouted at me, dear gods I was in deep, and I was entirely sure I didn’t want to get out.

  Time for shower and food…

  Chapter Eleven

  Natasha

  “Carlos? This is for you,” I said as I held up the lily.

  The young and strapping Mexican lad in his twenties gave me a strange look. After a shower and getting ready, I’d decided to make a couple of stops on my way out of the hotel. Gary and Mandy were waiting for me in the lobby.

  He looked me over, because I looked damned good in a little black dress showing a tasteful amount of my DD cleavage and ended in a tight skirt that hugged my ass and legs down to my middle thigh. The dress also had a swirling fabric design in it, smaller swirls at the top and larger ones on the skirt, and I was also wearing a pair of three-inch red high heels.

  It was my first time giving a gift to a man, which was the gift of fertility. His wife of two years was inside the hotel room, and they’d been trying to get pregnant for two years. The problem was he wasn’t nearly as virile as he thought he was, but my little gift should make his swimmer count explode.

  He reached out dubious and took it, a confused and admiring look on his face.

  I winked, “Enjoy your stay,” then turned and walked away, feeling a sense of peace and serenity flow over me. It was so… awesome, I loved my power and mantel.

  The second door that opened was a woman in a wheelchair, here alone in the city on business. Her face had two nasty scars on it, and her neck quite a few from a car accident last year that’d left her a paraplegic.

  Her eyes widened, “Natasha?”

  It was my turn to feel shocked, and I smiled uncertainly as the flower I held dropped an inch or two.

  “Do I know you?”

  She grinned, “You’re famous as a goddess, didn’t you know? You’ve gone viral on social media, for helping people.”

  I felt my mouth dry, I hadn’t even considered that a possibility. It also must’ve been the woman I’d helped with beauty posting first, because it’d only been thirty-six hours and none of the ones that I’d helped with fertility should know that yet.

  I wasn’t sure how I felt about being famous in general, but I knew it was dangerous right now. It was a way for Nate to find us, if one of his people followed social media looking for news of gods getting into trouble.

  “A gift,” I handed her the Lily which would restore her beauty, as well as let her walk by tomorrow morning.

  She giggled, “This is wonderful, can we do a selfie? My friends won’t believe me otherwise.”

  Oh yes they will, when she walks out of the room tomorrow.

  I said, “Sure,” not wanting to disappoint her, and stepped inside and knelt down, so our heads were side by side as she clicked the picture. I still felt that same serenity, but it also felt a little surreal. I wasn’t doing it for recognition, I was doing it out of empathy and for my mantle, but I won’t deny I felt a small thrill in it. Her gratefulness and joy in seeing me, was as heady as the serenity that flowed through me.

  I just hoped it wouldn’t bite me in the ass during my last semester of college next month, or worse, that it helped Nate track us down. Maybe we shouldn’t spend the night here after all.

  I told the others about it as we headed out on the Riverwalk.

  Gary said, “We can still eat here, but we should leave town and try to lay low tonight.”

  I nodded, “Vicki’s in Miami, we can get a hotel there, and grab her after breakfast?”

  Gary nodded, “That works. But let’s go to Orlando instead, and pop over to Miami after breakfast. We don’t want to have to run out of the city before we try to pick her up.”

  I took his arm and leaned into him, “Perfect, I should’ve considered that.”

  Mandy was holding his other arm and it was kind of a turn on for me. I wasn’t an exhibitionist, and while I was dressed to seduce our man and looking good, I really wanted to keep the whore behind the bedroom door, or hidden. Only Gary got to see the whore, everyone else would see the princess as he doted on me in public.

  Still, I wasn’t ashamed I was sharing him. On the contrary, it felt a little naughty and sweet to be seen with him as a triad. It was kind of a turn on to get those second looks, with us hanging on him and he just walked with a confident gait and look on his face, like it was just normal for him to be cherishing two women. It spoke to me strongly, and slightly stoked the fires below.

  We wound up eating at a mid-range restaurant famous for its burgers, and I wound up pointedly taking the seat across from the other two. It was something we’d have to discuss, Mandy and I along with the others taking turns at his side, but I was making the effort to share being close on his side in situations where we both couldn’t be, if that made sense. It already helped that Mandy was following my lead already, likely because I was the more powerful goddess. If the other two worked out that way too, then it’d be even easier than I thought to sort it all out. It would also help that none of us would be selfish, I was sure that unattractive trait had been one of my dad’s foci when finding them, or I should say the lack of that trait had been.

  Mandy also made me a little jealous, or perhaps envious is a better word. Mostly because I didn’t think of it myself, when halfway through the meal she cast an illusion spell, cloaked, and got under the table to suck him off. It was a bit wicked, because the illusion made it look like she was still seated, and that no one was under the table and his cock wasn’t out, but it didn’t cover his face at all. She seemed to greatly enjoy rocking his world with wickedly fast bobs, hard sucks, and a blurring hand jacking his base, all while he tried to hide the fact he was getting off in public.

  It was clearly a shock and awe blowjob to get him off fast and hard, and when Gary accused her of being a dirty girl it just made her double her efforts.

  That envy lasted until the moment she sucked him down, then immediately turned about and lunged between my legs, sticking her head up my skirt and pulling my thong panty to the side. She didn’t just lick me out, I could feel that her tongue was coated in his cum, and she was covering my clit with it, as well as my folds and inside me. Which was so damned hot, as I stared into Gary’s eyes and came for both of them. Her tongue was wickedly fast and nimble, and her humming had her tight clit sucking lips vibrating on my sensitive nub.

  It was a hell of a dinner.

  Not so incidentally, I’d also added the charm to alert me when strange supernatural beings or gods were close to me, just in case I was too distracted to notice. There’d been four empty charms left in the filagree tiger, so that’d taken one of them along with the automatic heal, keeping warm and dry, and the bulletproof protection.

  At the exact moment I couldn’t hold out anymore, and my face showed my transport to bliss and let out a breathy moan, Gary growled possessively and cast a spell of illusion over me. Hiding my reactions, making the people around us see me eating the burger and smiling.

  I started to moan deeply then, and praise the cuteness between my thighs. All while looking deeply into Gary’s eyes, getting lost in them entirely. Sharing and giving him my pleasure, his eyes so stern as he stared back at me with possessiveness made me so hot, and Mandy’s nimble tongue was incredible as she drew an earthshattering orgasm that went through me deliciously.

  Mandy looked entirely satisfied as she got back up on the bench of the booth, and she started to finish off her blue-cheeseburger and steak fries, even as I struggled to catch my breath and bring out the poised and sweet princess in me.

  Mandy blushed a little, then said, “That was another thing that freaked out past lovers. Sometimes I just can’t help but express myself carnally… behind an illusion of course, but where so much doesn’t matter to me when that desire hits me hard.”

  I assured her, “Not ever going to complain about that, cuteness. You are so very sexy and sensual, Mandy.”

  Gary grinned, “Me either.”

  We continued to get to know one another, graduating from first date topics to second date topics. Happiest memory, closest family member, charities, pet peeves, greatest pride and regret, that kind of thing. That second one was also when Mandy opened up quite a bit deeper for us, and she revealed perhaps her deepest struggle in life so far.

  Mandy said, “Sadly there is no one that can fill that spot in my life. I’m basically alone in the world, until I start a family of my own. My parents and younger sister are still alive, but my parents did not take it well when I turned twenty-one. You know there are those extreme supernatural hate groups out there that focus on how we’re born to normal human families. Some of them suggest that as gods we stole the bodies that we inhabit, that the human souls of their babies were destroyed or evicted when we chose our parents?

  “Anyway, my parents think that way, and my younger sister bought their fear and hatred wholesale. None of them will talk to me, I’ve been… disowned, and accused by my own parents of murdering their precious daughter. I have two nieces and nephews in high school that I’ve never even met. It was… is hard to deal with at times. Especially my sister, we used to be so close. That’s why your sheet on me says I’m love starved, I think.”

  That was a hard act to follow, and there was a short silence as Gary pulled her against him.

  I said, “You can borrow mine. My family is huge, and pretty amazing. Anyway, I love my mom to death, but I have to admit I’m a daddy’s girl. In a lot of ways, that’s why we’re even here. I believe in justice like you do, and I want Nate to stop abusing people with a might makes right attitude, but I wouldn’t be so driven to it as my first planned act as a goddess if he hadn’t been wronged by Nate taking Amber away from him. I’ve always had strong intuition, and I could see growing up that open raw wound in him, you know? The muses are bonded to him, so it was a wound that could never heal over. I needed to fix it, for everyone involved, but especially for him.”

  Gary winked, telling me he’d figured that out ages ago.

  Gary said, “My grandmother, who passed away about fifteen years ago.” That was it, he was done sharing.

  We gaped at him in outrage, and then demanded in stereo, “Details!”

  He chuckled, “Fine. My parents fought a lot when I was growing up, especially about money. Nothing abusive, dad never threatened her or anything, but they’d shout at each other. Grams was always supportive even if a little too strict in my mind, her house a few houses down was a sanctuary of sorts.”

  We both teasingly said in sweet sighing stereo, “Aww, how sweet.”

  Gary cleared his throat, and said sternly, “Spankings, for both of you.”

  We both giggled, and my still sore ass tingled at the thought.

  It was a good night, getting to know each other deeper and establishing emotional ties and trust, not to mention a second wild sex marathon when we got to that hotel in Orlando. In truth there were pauses between rounds, as we chatted too, all night long without the need for sleep. Mandy and I were already deeply in sync in taking turns seducing Gary into taking us, and every third round we got into a sixty-nine, with whoever got his cock next wound up being on top.

  It was so hot for me, having my tongue in Mandy’s pussy while she licked me out and Gary took me hard and fast in the ass.

  It was a thrill to a level I can’t even put into words. Not just the amazing sex and feeling so owned, but in finding the man I needed and desired in Gary, and in finding a similar soul in the goddess of wisdom to share him with and also to adore her myself. They were, I truly hoped, my family for this life, this immortal life. It was heady, exciting, and I was more than ready to wallow and rejoice in it.

  Even more heady was the idea we might add a fourth and fifth to the whirlwind…

  Vicki Smith was Kotys reborn. The goddess of lascivious partying, which is why Mandy thought she’d make a good homemaker for the family. I mean, her mantel assured she needed to get her drink and wild sex on, but like any woman she’d feel cheated by that mantel. Cheated out of finding family, love, and a husband with two point five kids. Her only other option would be to find a cuckold, but given she was on the list she’d only be attracted to men like Gary, who didn’t share, so it wasn’t an option either, no more than it was for me.

  But with us she could have both, four steady lovers to party with her and take care of her lascivious needs, while also having love and family, even children one day. I suspected our fivesome would be a dream come true for both the goddess and the woman inside who longed to be cherished and loved. Even more so than they would be for me.

  Her mantel had nothing to do with justice, but then neither did mine. That came from her soul and how she was raised no doubt, that she would feel called to be a part of our council. Just like me and Gary that way. All we had to do was not screw it up and make assumptions or take her answer for granted. Relationships took work, even when the seer set them up with compatibility for his loving daughter.

  Speaking of, I missed him and my mother, and wanted to see them. Another reason to get this done and set as quickly as possible. Not to mention June, Lily, Brenna, and all the others who were dear to my heart. I could hardly wait to introduce my new family to the one that had raised me with so much love and support.

  My spirit self was obviously a genius to reincarnate into my family, and I suspected I was one of the first versions of myself to be so empathetic and giving, and embody the spirit of the mantel I held, not just the power. That didn’t stem from my ego, calling myself the best version of me yet, it stemmed from the love and pride I held toward those that had made me the woman and goddess I am today.

  Also obviously, the myths surrounding my past lives, which could be wrong. But Aphrodite came across as selfish, vain, and indiscriminate, while Venus came across as slightly terrifying. I was nothing like that, but I had to admit it could’ve just been bad press by the men of those days that wrote it all down.

  Regardless, there was no way I could let them down by becoming selfish and twisting my mantel, my heart couldn’t bear the thought.

  Enough about that, we were at Miami beach, and while it wasn’t too packed, it had a decent number of people even in mid-December. It was seventy already that day, and the sun was bright in the sky, and it’d be going up to seventy-five as a high. Not very hot, but more than warm enough with the hot sun beating down on anyone lying out on the beach.

  Mandy didn’t have a bathing suit with her, and none of us had wanted to show up in normal clothes at the beach once we’d tracked down her location. She had let me use my beauty power on her to fix that situation, which was a lot of fun. I’d kissed her deeply and dressed in her a dark blue bikini that really worked with her fair skin, light blonde hair, and light gray eyes. I also may have put her hair up and done her makeup, and groomed her. She was stunning.

  She’d also made my day by telling me I was doing her hair and makeup on date nights from now on.

  I had on a red bikini, and Gary was in his swim trunks as we walked onto the beach and headed in the general direction of Vicki, our sense of her aura and power clear to us that close, and she could hardly miss our casual approach either.

  Vicki was lushly ripe when I laid eyes on her, at five foot eight she had heart shaped triple Ds like my mother’s but far prouder, also a juicy bubbled ass I was immediately jealous of. Though like I said before, all my men had told me they loved my petite ass and that it was sexy. That didn’t matter. Her assets were almost clearly in view, her white micro bikini straining to hold her triple Ds in place.

  She was lush, ripe, and obviously made for rough wild sex to fit her mantel, but her beauty of face and feature had gone the other way. She was in two words, innocently angelic of beauty. Soft cheekbones, heart shaped face, with full lips, lovely vivid blue eyes, and long and shimmering dark golden blonde hair. Her hair was straight like mine, and in the sunlight looked like a scintillating curtain of golden blonde beauty. She also had naturally dark tanned skin that was slightly bronzed from her sun worship.

  Vicki’s eyes widened as she made me out, and then she squealed like a preteen at a boy band concert, “Natasha! Oh my god, Natasha is here, everyone look, the goddess of love!” she was totally fangirling me and I blushed furiously even as I kind of enjoyed the headiness of it. I’d never seek acclaim or worship, but apparently, I was quite fine with it when it found me.

  Gary snickered, and Mandy looked amused too. We’d thought she’d be nervous and afraid like Mandy had been, technically she wasn’t even a tier two god, she was tier three. But instead of being nervous about two tier-one gods and a tier-two bearing down on her, she looked ready to beg me to go to her parties.

  I waved back, still about fifty feet apart, “Hi, Vicki, looking good!”

  Vicki shouted, “Right back at you! You are amazing. What brings you to Miami?”

  I giggled, as I noted almost everyone within a hundred feet was staring back and forth between us. Most of them had no clue who I was, and I could see their confused curiosity as well as the admiration in the men’s eyes. Men who were clearly glad for an excuse to openly check me out and stare without being labeled pervy. Regardless, it sent a thrill down my spine, all of them watching me move gracefully across the sand, a poised princess of sophisticated beauty, if I did say so myself.