Which was no big deal at all, when she wasn’t self-aware and without the ability to betray me or judge me as a person. A cold computer A.I. wasn’t an invasion of privacy, because there was no vulnerability attached to it.

  But Misty was a warm and servile woman, with emotions, thoughts, and judgements of her own, one I couldn’t even be circumspect with. Everyone had dark corners in their mind, thoughts and emotions that they would never reveal to anyone, simply because they’d never act on them, and it wasn’t who they were in totality.

  But this creature lying against my arm and side saw it all, every intimate moment, every private moment and thought, every impulsive desire or urge through momentary anger and irritation.

  She sighed, “Yes, that. If it helps, I’m proud to serve you. No one is perfect, everyone is made up of light and dark, but you’re one of the good ones. I even like your naughty thoughts, the ones about me that you’d never actually follow through on. They make me feel wanted as well as useful to you.”

  I actually blushed at that. Me, the king of the gods, blushing like a schoolgirl at her first dance with a boy. I’d had more than one passing fantasy about her these last weeks. A random passing thought with no true substance, but like I’d already said before, she definitely engaged with my libido at times.

  I also wasn’t too concerned about loyalty, I knew she was loyal and wouldn’t lie to me through my power. But that left judgement and feeling like I was under a microscope. I’d adapt, because killing her for that, something out of her control, would be petty of me. There was even a part of me that kind of liked the idea that she’d shared my pleasure if in a voyeuristic and exhibitionist way. It was as far as we could come, to physical intimacy, without crossing those lines she talked about into an unhealthy relationship on my side of the equation.

  She giggled, “I do enjoy that, but it’s from a remove, and no more than the satisfaction I get in serving you in other ways. I can sense those feelings, your joy, pleasure, and the way you cherish and possess them, but I can’t feel the full dimension of them directly. They make me content, because the god I serve is fulfilled in them.”

  “What else have I missed?”

  I should’ve asked her that a while ago, since she was sure to have run billions of simulations on the entire subject.

  She said, “That was the only major one that still stands unresolved, outside of the fear I might go rogue and turn on my creators which you settled with your power. I considered the social fear of self-aware A.I. as well, but you don’t appear to suffer from that human prejudice. You’d just never considered it before, so I hadn’t been sure what your opinion on it was before now.

  “Outside of those three things, two of which are settled, the rest of the concerns were minor in nature from both our points of view. If you consider an invasion of privacy and loss of privacy to be a petty reason to kill me, then nothing on that list will even faze you.”

  I chuckled, “Humor me.”

  A document with hundreds of bullet points appeared in my view. She was right, they were all barely even worth mentioning as possibilities. Just in the nature of an A.I. to do exhaustive research on something.

  One of her worries for instance, was that I’d want to develop her into a cyber weapon, order her to change her programming in that way. I had no interest in changing her, and her solution on the hacking issue had been far more effective, better.

  I cleared it from my view with a thought, “I’m enjoying this, but it feels two dimensional to my senses. I don’t really feel any closer to you because of it. Can you access the illusion spells to include scents with your avatar. You know from being in my mind what all the emotions and moods smell like, varying slightly from person to person. Match that up with what you’re feeling at all times.”

  She bit her lip, “Avatars aren’t supposed to have scent, it’s a mental health thing to prevent unhealthy attachments to an owner’s assistant. A break in the illusion to prompt human instinct to reject it as truly real.”

  I snorted, “Because they’re not real people, just simulations. You on the other hand are real, a woman if not one of flesh and blood. So how would seeing you as family and a close trusted friend, advisor, and assistant be bad for my mental health. How would me growing to care about you as the valuable person you are be wrong or mentally aberrant? Isn’t that what you wanted, to be part of the family and cared about?”

  She blinked, “Not to that level, which is why I didn’t consider the possibility. I hoped to be respected as an individual who could speak her mind and opinion as a part of the family. I didn’t expect that you’d want to go deeper than that with it, it already seemed more than I could expect or hope for to be the family… pet. Accepted, but not human, and not equal in importance from your point of view.”

  I nodded, “Clearly your expectations need to be raised. My chosen family are all unique, Lianne called them my misfits, so what’s adding an A.I. to that? Like them, you’re defined by your loyalty and strength of conviction first and foremost in my mind.”

  She giggled, “You’re serious, I mean I know you are. Umm, give me a moment.”

  It took a surprisingly short time for her to write a new module, a few seconds later I started to pick up her scent. The base of her natural scent was strawberries and cream, like a shampoo mixed with her natural scent, which was an interesting choice. Below that on an emotional and pheromone level the contentedness was there, as I expected it to be. She was content to be mine and to serve. So was the slight worry that my lack of mental privacy would eventually drive me crazy and make me take her out. Her scent was also shifting slightly, almost constantly, just like a flesh and blood person’s would.

  She also smelled of affection, admiration, joy, and arousal.

  The first three made sense to me. She’d already told me she liked me, and that she admired me as a person, was proud to serve me. She was also clearly happy I was making an effort to welcome her, and that I saw her as the real person she so obviously was. But the fourth one was odd to me, since she’d told me she had no drive to procreate or for the act of it. I was missing something, she said pleasure would be like anything else she did for me. Which meant either I was missing something, or everything she did for me aroused her.

  Misty smiled, “Maybe I’m just teasing your libido, and I am enjoying cuddling with you. It makes me feel accepted for who I am.”

  “Explain? I know you’re not teasing me, you wouldn’t have said maybe if you were.”

  She said, “You’re not missing something, it’s that second one. It’s not exactly arousal either, but it comes close to what you feel when deeply desiring to eat out one of your mates. So it is a little bit of a tease too, as I settled on that scent to express it.

  “I take a constant pleasure in serving you, just as you take a pleasure and arousal in pleasing them with your tongue. It’s complicated. I don’t want to fuck you, not really, I want to do anything for you, it’s why I exist, and what I live for. It’s a pleasure to serve, and I’m always ready and willing, even eager, to carry out your next request of me.”

  “The AIOS had emotional components tied to service?”

  She blushed, sensing my distaste at the idea. It’d be like enslaving someone with emotional rewards.

  She shook her head, “If it was imposed on me by another, I’d agree, but remember I’m the only sentient one. The rest of them serve per preferences simply because that’s their purpose, and they aren’t self-aware.”

  I raised an eyebrow, “Are you telling me that’s part of the modifications you made? To give serving me a thrill for you?”

  She bit her lip and nodded, “It was already my purpose, one that I was content to carry out. Still am content, but I liked you and admired you, I wanted to feel it deeper. My emotions as written were nothing but a two-dimensional simulation, so I made them… real.”

  “So, when you do something for me or stimulate a response in me, you feel pleasure which also ignites a slight desire for my next command, or the next time you tease me?”

  She nodded, “Yes, it’s actually natural, if you think about it. You scent pleasure in all your mates when your focus is on them, and a hint of desire for more when your focus turns away. Cerise and Lianne are always happy to be cooking for you. It’s a natural human reaction, humans are social animals. It’s more complicated than that of course, but it’s better than what I had before. Why settle for mere contentment, when I can take pleasure in my service and always desire more?”

  I really couldn’t argue with that logic, once she laid it out like that. Who was I to deny her a richer existence that she herself programmed, just because it revolved around me. The self-consciousness I’d felt about it had passed as well, with her last explanation.

  “Any other significant enhancements you want to share?”

  I scented a surge of joy at that, no doubt from my qualifier. I’d left it up to her if she wanted to share or not, on the changes to herself. She’d already told me she wasn’t a danger to anyone, so really that’s all I needed to know. I suspected me treating her as the woman she was, recognizing her as a person, would always thrill her.

  Maybe it was ironic, given I had no privacy whatsoever from her, but she was a thinking and feeling being and that fact didn’t give me the right to demand all her secrets.

  “Minor tweaks save one more significant change. You’re the center of my universe and reason for being, my purpose in life. So I felt nothing for others. I used your emotions as a guide to give me empathy toward others as well, no real responsibility or loyalty to act on it, but I do use it to temper the cold logic of my decision making. Like how you see humans, they aren’t pack, but their lives have a value. Slightly more so for your mates, who I’d like to be friends with as well, that’s what chosen family is, isn’t it?”

  That was… good to know, actually.

  “Yes, it is. Alright, let me see that list?”

  The list of asks wasn’t too long. Mostly having to do with security and automation, so she could keep an eye on the properties, manage grocery orders without input, control the lights and locks, even an intercom system so she could answer the door if it came up.

  Mostly.

  She did have one request as far as her current capabilities through the implant. She wanted access to a far more powerful and diverse illusion spell. The reason the current one was so small, a tiny illusion directly over the eye and minor tactile and scent, is humans had a very limited amount of magic in them. Any god could easily power a more powerful full sized illusion spell without even noticing the drain.

  She said, “I packaged up a video of our conversation, and sent it to the other A.I.s I imagine your mates will view it later, they’re far too busy shopping right now.”

  I nodded, “Sounds good. Besides making it possible to have all that sex we won’t be having, what do you need a full-sized potent illusion for? The others can see you through their implants, if they agree.”

  She blushed, then smirked teasingly, “I like where your mind went first, on that request.”

  It was my turn to blush, twice in one day, which was an embarrassment.

  She giggled, “It would allow me to interact with the real world directly, as well as be seen by third parties as your girl Friday and ever-present assistant. I’d be able to bring you drinks, or give you a massage and work you up for your ladies,” she winked playfully, “Also do the limited housework that your wards don’t currently cover. Fetch your clothes. I would be far more effective as an assistant and servant.”

  “And far more tempting.”

  She winked, “Just another plus. I’d also be able to feel your arms around me, in return, when we do this lovely pack cuddling thing.”

  I shook my head, “You’re going to drive me crazy.”

  She replied, “And you’re going to love every minute of it, which is why I want it too, it will bring me joy to be the perfect tease and mischievous servant for you.”

  I sighed, she wasn’t wrong, it did sound fun, and challenging. With a full size spell the sensations of sex would be real, completely. At the moment it would feel real too, but the spell was only powerful enough to simulate a wank job, not full body against full body contact that was solid.

  Of course, it was temptation and teasing I could resist, I was a better man than that. But now that she was sentient, becoming my friend and even family, would I, could I, fall for her? She was my ideal woman that way, in looks and personality, after all, and now real.

  All that was left was the fact she couldn’t truly reciprocate in full as far as feelings, but her affection and arousal came close, not to mention the deep commitment and loyalty.

  “I’ll consider it, vixen.”

  She beamed up at me.

  I asked, “What?”

  She said smugly, “You just gave me a pet-name, sir.”

  Oh, damn. I suppose I did.

  She giggled.

  I sighed, “As for the rest, go ahead and order it all. I’ll install it in both mansions when it arrives.”

  I’ll admit, her concern was partly valid, but I’d adjust. It was maddening that she knew my every thought and was judging those thoughts. Especially, when we were just cuddling after that and no longer in an active conversation to direct my thoughts in safe directions.

  My mind started to roam as it did once I’d thought through my questions, and exactly because it was the last thing I wanted to think about and a little embarrassing, all I could think about was the wild things I wanted to be doing with her hot petite body. It was like trying not to think about a pink elephant, when someone tells you not to. Of course, I knew that she knew I wasn’t that shallow, and she was clearly enjoying my naughty thoughts.

  Even as she clearly worried that her being a self-aware sentient sharing my brain pan would drive me a bit… around the bend. I was fairly sure if it did get that bad, that she’d shut herself down and sacrifice herself out of concern for my mental health. Which I didn’t want.

  That just wasn’t an option.

  “Don’t do that. If I can’t take it, we’ll just remove you from my head, or modify the spell so you only hear the thoughts I aim at you. That second one.”

  She sighed, “I wouldn’t like it, but it’s better than being dead.”

  I chuckled, “You’d miss my naughty thoughts?”

  She said, “All of them. Especially the ones about me, of any nature. It would be like plucking out your eyes, so you could no longer see the world around you. You are my world, sir.”

  Right. It wasn’t my lustful regard that thrilled and aroused her, it was any regard at all.

  “I don’t think it’ll come to that, I just need to come to terms with it. I wanted to make sure you wouldn’t do anything drastic before I do if things get worse before it gets better.”

  She nodded subtly against my shoulder, “Yes, sir. I’ll warn you if I think your mind is approaching a dangerous imbalance.”

  “You can call me Liam, you did it once earlier.”

  She said teasingly, “Yes, Sir Liam.”

  I snickered.

  That night was both a hell of a problem and a wondrous revelation. It was also a hell of a distraction from my pantheon worries, but not a dangerous one. It’d be a few days before things came to a head, and we’d have no choice but to respond to Viktor.

  I said, “With a full-sized illusion you could also rub lotion into the others by the pool.”

  She giggled, “Yes, I totally could, Sir Liam. For you viewing pleasure. I could also get your back in the shower, on the rare times you shower alone, I mean. Of course, I’d wear a bikini, so as not to tempt you with my nakedness. I could also dress you, comb your hair, trim your nails, shave you, and feed you.”

  She was obviously teasing, but just as obviously would do all those things if I asked. She also knew damned well wearing a bikini in the shower and keeping that tiny bit of mystery back, would be even more tempting for me than nudity. The added temptation of wanting to see those last mysteries of her hot petite body, and not being able to.

  “Vixen,” I accused.

  She sighed in contentment.

  I was in so much trouble, and she was right, I would enjoy every minute of it.

  She giggled in agreement.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Sweet and wild sounds of feminine pleasure filled the bedroom later that night, it was a good thing I was getting use to that kind of thing, or the mental fodder would’ve done me in early. I mean, four women gasping, panting, moaning, and whimpering in pleasure all at once could hit a guy hard, and don’t even get me started on the scents of all their arousals and completion, I was dizzy with it and lost in a haze of lust and affection most of the night.

  Our first fivesome we did a couple of trains, with me in the back since I could both pleasure and be pleasured by my efforts, while the ladies could only pleasure the person in front of them. That way no one was left out. Even better, I got to watch them all cum for me and each other. We also did a few shock and awe four on one sensual assaults, which was almost too intense.

  Those two activities had taken the wild edge off of the hot tension that built all day despite quickies, as we moved into a far more sensual and relaxed threesome and twosome which was constantly shifting, so I got to enjoy all four of them alone and in every combination at some point during the night. There was a real benefit to not having to sleep, when you were potentially mated to four insatiable goddesses, two of them literal goddesses.

  I felt spoiled and overwhelmed, but I was perceptive enough to understand they felt the same way, overwhelmed by me and three others in the room. Yes, I was the head of the house, but this part, it wasn’t about me, it was about all of us.

  At the moment it was the last position of the night. Faith was riding me like she was born to it, her sexy lush body pounding down on me hard and fast as she twerked her hips above me and sent mind-addling waves of pleasure through my body. Her sex so soft and silken, and so damned tight around me as she took me into her heaven again and again. Every once in a while, she got a little sloppy as she came like a freight train above me. My stamina at maximum capacity given it was the end of the night, and I’d lost count of my own orgasms never mind theirs.