I was an attention whore, apparently. Seriously, totally and shamelessly eating it up, both the admiration and jealousy from other quarters.

  Something I was just coming to learn about myself, but I didn’t think it was to the point I thought it would corrupt me. I just really liked being the center of attention. The reason I didn’t think it would corrupt me was I knew I wouldn’t seek it out or demand it. I’d just… really enjoy it, when it happened.

  “You do luscious girl!” I yelled back.

  She giggled, “I don’t suppose that hunk with you is community property?” she yelled back while raking her eyes down Gary’s muscular body, and she licked her lips when her eyes fell on his bulge.

  I snickered, “Nope! But, we might be able to come to some private arrangement,” I winked, “He is dreamy isn’t he?”

  By that point most of the beach had assumed we were just old friends screwing around playfully, and they had looked away and gotten back to their own business. But I’d honestly never met Vicki before, never even heard of a female Dionysus type until dad sent me the papers.

  She bit her lip, “I’ll be your sex toy for a day if you let him plow me. No, a week,” then she looked me up and down with a glint in her eyes, “On second thought, make that month, Natasha.”

  I giggled, she was too much.

  By then we’d closed the distance, and she gave Gary a salacious wink and then turned to Mandy, “You are as cute as a button, not what I expected at all in war and wisdom. It’s a pleasure to meet you all. Did you really come here for me?”

  Mandy said cheerfully, “I’ll take that as a compliment, sexy.”

  I grinned, “We did come here just to meet you. We need to talk, if that’s okay?”

  “How about over a beer, or a whiskey would be better.”

  I nodded, “We can do that.”

  She muttered an illusion spell of her own, “That’ll give us a little privacy to talk freely amongst the masses. Also, it’s illegal to drink on the beach, can you imagine? What are they thinking?” she leaned down and grabbed a bottle of Jameson’s out of her beach bag, and four shot glasses came out next.

  Gary asked curiously, “Do you always bring extra glasses?”

  She snorted, “Always ready for a party when friends drop by, that’s kind of my thing, so yes. Plus, my friends know to find me here in the mornings, I tend to try to stay out of bars before noon.”

  I giggled, “Why?”

  She bit her lip and waggled her eyebrows, “Why do you think? Bars in the A.M. is for losers and sad sack husbands laid off or in a fight with the missus, not exactly the best crowd to find a good lay. I tend to get a little wound up when I’m drinking, and I’ve made some poor choices in the past.”

  “Well, here’s to good choices.”

  She smiled, “I’ll drink to that,” and she handed out the shot glasses, then opened up the bottle and poured us all a shot, “To any excuse to knock back a shot!”

  Oh my god, she was amazing.

  “To any excuse,” I echoed, and we all tossed back.

  She said, “Okay, so what does love, darkness, and war and wisdom want with little old me?”

  “Two things, both connected but neither is exclusive. Let’s start with business?”

  She bit her lip, “We can do that.”

  It didn’t take me long to go through the spiel a third time, with some interjected comments from both Gary and Mandy.

  Vicki replied, “That sounds… like fun. Sort of. I mean, I’m all for it, I hate mean people, they suck. Plus we’re gods of the modern world now and we should act like it, this isn’t ancient Greece for god’s sake. I also know a few gods he’s screwed over and would love to proverbially put his nut sacks in a vise. But why in the hell would you want me? I’m good at parties and I have a sex drive I can’t say no to when drinking, and I can’t stop drinking. I’m also a relatively weak goddess, only the tier-four flunkies give me respect, so why me?”

  “Several reasons. First, we need two dark mantels, two light mantels, and lastly a neutral which would be you. Secondly, finding a god that isn’t corrupt and has a strong moral center and firm beliefs is a lot harder to find than you’d think. Most of us wouldn’t care enough to stick our necks out.

  “The third reason is the personal business I alluded to earlier.”

  She opened the bottle, “I think this deserves another shot.”

  I giggled, and we all held our glasses out. I hadn’t really drank a whole lot since becoming a goddess, but I already knew I’d have to pace myself with her. I mean, tier-one goddess or not my alcohol tolerance had not changed significantly. Sure, I could sober up with a little focus, but that’d be waste of good alcohol and demonstrate poor self-control. Better to just observe my personal limits.

  She held up her shot glass, “To new and crazy hot friends.”

  I grinned, “To crazy hot friends,” and we all tossed it back. The whiskey had a hell of a bite, and I was feeling all warm inside as the light buzz kicked in from the first shot.

  She said, “Okay, I think I’m ready.”

  I said softly, “We’re not just forming a council, Vicki. We’re forming a family, with Mr. Delicious himself at the head of it. We know what your mantel drives you to, but you’d belong to us and us to you, free use house as they say. You need we give, and that goes both ways, hotness.”

  I don’t know where that came from, but it was definitely her pet name from me anyway. Hotness and Amanda was cuteness.

  I winked, “Of course, no long-term commitments for a long time, but if you join the group, you’re fun-zones belong to us, and only us, for the duration. You can party as much as you want, with whoever you want, but when you feel the itch you fetch one of us.”

  Her mouth was open as she stared hard at me, “Why me?”

  Mandy said, “Gary’s dreamily possessive behind closed doors, and doesn’t share. I’m a really wild and dirty girl, and our goddess of love has this whole princess and whore thing going on. You’re in good company, that’s why, we’re all a bit… intense in the bedroom, and a little clingy and needy if in different ways. No promises or commitments right now, that’d be insane, but we all also want to find love and family despite those… needs. It makes sense to do it together, sexy.”

  Vicki sat back on her blanket hard, and then took a long swig directly from the bottle. She just stared out at the ocean as her eyes unfocused, while we waited patiently for a question, or better yet, an answer.

  Chapter Twelve

  Gary

  Vicki was stunning. All lush and inviting curves, with tits even bigger than Natasha’s. She was also angelically beautiful with sexy as hell burnished dark golden tan skin. A bit brash, but that was a good thing as far as I was concerned, it’d be fun taming her in the bedroom.

  I’m not quite sure when it happened, but the pessimism in me was on vacation. I was too enamored of the two goddesses at my side, and utterly confident in my chocolate eyed beauty talking our angel onto our council, into our lives, and into our bed.

  “Free use?” I whispered to Mandy as I pulled her into my side.

  She melted against me, and went up on her tiptoes to whisper back, “It means none of us can say no, or turn down any of the others when they request sex. You want to fuck me, you get to fuck me, no questions asked. She was just reassuring Vicki she wouldn’t get lost in the shuffle and put in an impossible position, to either cheat or have her mantle drive her insane. You’ll likely have to keep her in line that way, more so than with the rest of us.”

  I nodded thoughtfully, free use of each other’s bodies, no saying no, no putting it off. An interesting and hot concept and arrangement, but one that wouldn’t ever work well with humans. People had headaches, woman had visits from Aunt Flo, and a man’s libido lessened with age and familiarity. But gods didn’t have those problems, we didn’t get sick or age, and we’d have a love bonding us all from the goddess of love to keep our attraction and sexual desires at a peak, long before the honeymoon phase was over if all it would take is a kernel of true love.

  So, for us it might just work as advertised.

  “You okay, angel?” I asked, when she continued to just stare into the ocean.

  She looked up in shock, then blushed, “I’m sex on a stick, and you call me angel? Oh, you’re going to make a wonderful cum-supply for this slut.”

  I snickered, “So, okay then?”

  She shook her head, but I got the impression it was not a no, but a gesture to communicate she was a little in shock.

  “I gave up eighteen years ago on the possibility of more. The first four years as the goddess of lascivious parties, well let’s just say I fought my mantel hard. I’d always wanted love, had dreams of weddings and the man that would one day sweep me off my feet. But what man would want a drunkard slut for a wife?

  “But I had to give in to it or go insane. The last eighteen years I’ve been drinking and partying hard, and at least taking care with the quality of people I party with. When I’m drunk, a cock is a cock, be it a playboy millionaire or an old homeless man, you know what I mean? Probably not, never mind. I don’t mean to be a drag on the party, but I’m in shock to be offered what I gave up on so long ago, and with three or four gods no less, ones of power, beauty, and conviction.

  “So… yes? It terrifies me though, hope can be treacherous. On the good side, there’s probably a good chance I’ll be dead when Nate rips my spine out or cooks me in a lightning bolt.”

  “That’s the good side?” I asked in amusement.

  She shrugged, “The dead don’t feel disappointment. He can kill me, you three can destroy me.”

  “Or love you, hotness,” interjected Natasha.

  Vicki giggled, “The goddess of pleasure and beauty just called me hotness. Damn, now I’m in.”

  We all laughed, and Natasha winked cutely while tossing her dark brown hair outrageously.

  “Both? Neither offer is exclusive.”

  Vicki grinned, “In for a penny, as they say. What now?”

  I said, “How about you pack a bag, then we’ll find somewhere for lunch, get to know each other better, then we’ll get a hotel somewhere to lay low and do more of that getting to know each other. Probably while drinking. We plan on bracing Nate in two days, until then we need to stay on the move.”

  Vicki asked, “Who’s in charge of this shindig?”

  I tilted my head, “I’m in charge of the bedroom and family behind closed doors, we’re all equals in the council, and we all know you ladies will run right over me as I spoil and cherish you outside the bedroom. So it depends on the context, I suppose.”

  Natasha nodded, “He’s not wrong. He’s possessive and protective in public but also a total softy and sweet, and he’s wondrously possessive and demanding in the bedroom.”

  Vicki winked, “I’m easy. In both places, the bedroom and in public. I only get stubborn on matters of conviction, like this council you’re taking about forming, are forming. As far as lunch goes, there’s this hole in the wall bar that looks like crap, in Pennsylvania, but they make the best burgers in America, and they have a lingerie lunch today, every Thursday in fact. Their patty melts are top notch too.”

  “Lingerie lunch?” I asked.

  Vicki giggled, “Yes, some really hot models dress up in lingerie and flirt with the male customers, going from table to table. Of course, they’re hoping to sell that lingerie to them for their wives and girlfriends, but the eye candy is top notch, and like I said, the burgers are fantastic. It’s not a full-time gig of course, they just do it for extra cash. Two of them work at Hooters as waitresses and the third is an exotic dancer, and not the trashy kind. I mean, the girl can dance.”

  Mandy teased, “That sounds like the voice of experience.”

  Vicki shrugged, “Totally is, she’s an old friend. I can be faithful if this thing will really work, to four others, when I never could be to one. It’ll be a dream. But only in the future, in the past… well, I’ve been laid more times than brick in Philadelphia. Nothing I can do to change that.”

  Mandy blushed, “I didn’t mean it critically. I’ve been rather promiscuous myself in my twenty some odd years in college, with young dumb guys with hard cocks and no sense. This is better.”

  Vicki giggled.

  I felt a little out of my depth, when women started talking about sex it was best for a gentleman to keep his mouth shut.

  Natasha winked, “We all have pasts. We should get going, if anyone on the beach posted a pic of me it’s only a matter of time until it reaches Nate’s ears.”

  Vicki stood up and loaded her beach bag, and she used a little magic to clean the shot glasses before putting them in there too. Then we went to her place so she could pack, and of course now I was carrying stuff for three goddesses as well as myself, in my Tartarus storage. Which included enough liquor and beer for a full-sized bar.

  Seriously, her guest bedroom looked like a bar’s stockroom. Not just beer and liquor, but also mixers and even crates of limes and lemons.

  We also changed, and all three of them looked amazing. Natasha in a bright white sundress with flowers, Mandy in a tight black skirt and another one of those tight tube tops, light blue this time really making her proud tits and nipple bumps stand out. Vicki looked delectable in a dark bluish purple casual party dress with high heels, the former showing half her triple D cup cleavage and her gloriously long legs from lower thigh down.

  The lingerie was amazing, as were the models, but they didn’t compare to my goddesses, who were drawing more men’s eyes than the wandering scantily clad ladies. One of them, I suspected the exotic dancer, was even wearing sheer red fabric, her proud and slightly torpedoed tits and dark brown nipples bared save for a legal technicality in the state. Still, I couldn’t stop staring at my ladies, but I’ll admit I did enjoy the peripheral eye candy quite a bit, almost as much as Vicki did.

  We spent a couple of hours there, enjoying lunch and having a few drinks while we started the whole get to know you process all over again. It was important to build trust and connections, and we did so with focus on our new member, even if I was fairly sure we were all about to get lucky with her that had nothing to do with our efforts there. She was drinking after all, she’d need me to ravish her, that didn’t lessen my interest in her as a woman one iota.

  There was so much left to find out about Natasha and Mandy, obviously. But that would have to wait until after the mission and we were up and running as a family and council. We focused on the new in order to get that initial trust and impression over the day we got the others. I would probably learn a few new things about them as we all reciprocated for Vicki, just like I learned a few new things about Natasha on Mandy’s day of focus. Every get to know you conversation was different, after all.

  Oh, and the hamburgers were to die for…

  Natasha had told me they’d arrange to make it obvious who I should be dominating in a given moment, outside of me seeing to a spontaneous moment and quicky. So far it’d been subtle, but I’d been picking up the signs easily enough. It was even easier that time, in that moment, as we got into the hotel suite her and Mandy started kissing and tearing at each other’s clothes. Which was hot, but also left me and Vicki standing there unpaired. I mean, obvious, right?

  Still, I watched for a long moment as did Vicki, they were really hot together after all.

  Another thing to note perhaps, was that it was a single normal hotel room, with a living room kitchen, and a single bedroom with a king-sized bed in it. Apparently, assumptions of a hot naughty foursome were totally okay when we were adding the goddess of lascivious parties to the family.

  “You have beautiful eyes, angel,” I said as I looked into them, and pulled her against me. She was all soft and lush curves, her mouthwateringly titanic tits slightly sloped by weight alone, but prouder than they had a right to be. An immortal goddess body could be thanked for that. She really did have beautiful eyes, a warm vivid blue, and I ran my hand gently through her straight and silky dark golden blonde hair while my hand down below at the small of her back and the top of her lusciously supple and generous bubbled ass was quite firm. The duality of sensation, or maybe just because she’d had some drinks, made her conform her soft curves against my hard planes.

  I already felt possessive of her. I knew her past, and I didn’t care, except that I was sure that past had made her an amazing and quite experienced fuck. All I truly cared about was that she was mine now, and only able to play with the other ladies that were also mine. There was a part of me that still thought this was all so surreal, since it’d only been four days since Natasha freed me. I’d heard of polyamory before, but I’d never imagined I’d find one woman that could put up with, much less enjoy, my insanely possessive nature. There was another part in me that was taking to it like I was born to it, my inner caveman beating my chest while I greedily took in the bounty of feminine flesh to keep tamed by my cock and possessiveness, to take care of and cherish too. It wasn’t just the sex, but it was that too.

  She looked up into my eyes warmly and invitingly, and maybe a little teasingly, “That lump feels wonderfully large, care to show it to me?”

  I swatted her ass, which made her eyes widen as she gasped, then I claimed her lips hungrily, and she immediately devoured me back, rubbing her body up against mine deliciously. Mashing those immense breasts again my chest and grinding her abdomen against my cock, while her hands went straight for my pants.

  She was a wonderful kisser, teasing and passionate, and already breathy as I caressed and kneaded those lusciously bubbled ass cheeks with authority and possessiveness, while my other hand started to tease her soft silky skin at the edge of her dress. Her breathing got more labored as I pushed the straps off her shoulders, then loosened the ties of the crisscross strap in the back.

  She moaned deeply with wicked anticipation into my mouth, when her hand found my hard cock and started to gently stroke the quite girthy seven and some odd inches. She nipped my lip and ended the kiss, and her eyes were wide with need and desire when I opened mine.