Being unsensitive to magic, I didn’t feel anything outside of Bonnie’s exercise of power to control and channel her own magic while they got the spell set up. While that was happening, Angela and I shared quite a few kisses, and some of them were far too teasingly sensual and warm. At that point I just kind of said fuck it, and I went with it and turned up the heat of our kisses further. If I grew an attachment, well I’d get over it, and I had three loving mates to ensure that happened.

  While it was true that I wasn’t sure I could sleep with a woman without growing an intimate connection, I also wasn’t an obsessive asshole. It was just a small hurt that I’d have to deal with, and given my life and the needs of Angela for a firm but gentle touch from a man, it was a price I was willing to pay.

  Maggie said, “We’re good, I’m setting the tantric balance spell now, it might feel a little weird for those that never experienced it before, just go with it.”

  Right, the spell that would ensure we all went over at the same time. Something I tried not to think of, imagining Angela cumming around my cock while four other women screamed out in ecstasy and bathed each other’s faces their liquid ecstasy, wasn’t conducive to controlling myself.

  I might not have felt the magic, but I did feel the results. My simmering pleasure actually increased, even as I was pulled sharply away from the edge of rapture. Curious, I ground a little firmly up into Angela, which made all of them let out a breathy moan of pleasure. Well, holy shit. It kind of made sense even, the spell would equalize our euphoric build ups, to ensure we all hit our heights at the same time. How else would it do it?

  “I have just one question, why haven’t we done this before, in our foursomes I mean?”

  Maggie giggled, Elena cackled, and Bonnie giggled, while our guests snickered.

  Maggie said, “Natural is better, though your first time you’ll question that. It’s also easier for me to channel just one magic collection at once when I’m with the three of you, without the benefit of a spell framework around us absorbing it directly. I’ve also never recharged your libido, because you’ve never once needed it.”

  Angela bit her lip and ground down against me with a smile making us all sigh in pleasure. I think I got her point a little then, that grind should’ve been far more intense, and it would be, once the other four were adding sensual pleasures to the mix as well.

  Valerie arched her back and let out a little gasp, and I turned to see Maggie licking out the petite bombshell, and the others started doing the same. The wave of euphoria was delicious, as it washed through me, and I took that as my queue to get started.

  Despite the bounty of hot Sapphic sex going on around me, my eyes returned to Angela’s and didn’t leave her face and body again, though I could see Elena’s tongue working Maggie as Maggie’s worked Valerie with my peripheral vision. I could also hear Valerie eating out Bonnie and my sweet sexy golden blonde eating out Elena, but the point was most of my focus was on Angela.

  It didn’t take long to find out that Angela was an exquisitely amazing fuck. She was sensitive to my every touch, and she worked me as hard as I was working her, and she held up at least half her own weight so it was easy to guide her up and down my cock, as she squeezed, ground, and stared so hungrily and intimately into my eyes from just inches away. Her hips moved sensually as I worked her body up and down my cock, and her tits dragged along my chest, her hard nipples digging into my chest and sending chills down my spine straight to my impossibly hard cock.

  It was intimate, even as it was wild being in the center of the circle of feminine flesh, desire, and heady sexual pleasures. I started to work her with more urgency, our bodies rocking and grinding together in delightful ways, as she breathlessly claimed my lips with a hot as hell kiss. I moaned deeply into her mouth, as her aggression turned to wild submissive delight and cries of pleasure as she rose up and then slid back down my cock, joyfully impaling herself on my fat length time and time again.

  The pleasure of our coupling and the intimacy of it was mind blowing. The equalizing spell was crazy as well, because sometimes I’d gasp out at the wrong time, a deep wave of pleasure washing over me, no doubt from someone sucking a clit, or possibly rubbing a G spot. It was… wild.

  We all rose toward rapturous blissful completion as one, it was inevitable, and a selfish shallow part of me never wanted it to end. Angela was a hell of a fuck, and I knew it’d be a long time before I got to enjoy the overwhelming pleasures of her talented body and her coy teasing submission again.

  The deeply luxuriously sensations of her sliding along my sensitive length with hard squeezes, grinds, and breathy joyful gasps of bliss was mesmerizing and I knew I was getting close. We were all getting close.

  She begged, “Suck my tits, please!”

  She arched her back even more, and presented them to me, and I took one into my mouth. Her skin was delicious, and her nipple so sensitive. What was really a mindfuck is when I bit down firmly and pulled with my teeth while lavishly licking the tip and sucking her areola, it made me gasp as the sharp rush of pleasure made my cock twitch.

  Yeah, her spell was a mindfuck, and natural was better. If only so I could make them cum multiple times. It’d finally occurred to me if the spell was used casually, we’d all only all come once a round, which made the whole idea a non-starter to me anyway. I loved giving my mates multiples.

  I switched breasts, as if the other one might be jealous or something, but she seemed to enjoy it just fine as she worked and bounced on my cock, while I started to fuck up into her at a deliciously firm pace. The tautness of her sex and the delicious friction and pulling at my skin of her silken heat was making me dizzy with pleasure.

  Everyone was gasping by then, and me being surrounded by four women gasping and panting on the edge of orgasm was a heady thing, especially with Angela bouncing on and working my cock with such wanton abandon and expert ministrations. I’d never had a fantasy like this before, which clearly was a lack of imagination on my part, it was wild and insane.

  The look in Angela’s light gray eyes was arresting, as she trembled on the edge and looked down at me with awed pleasure while I continued to pleasure her tits, squeeze her ass, and work her with my cock.

  My legs started to turn numb, and my balls boiled as the dam of pleasure started to break over me, then it broke. We all cried out in ecstasy as the deluge of pleasure inundated our bodies and submerged our minds in bliss.

  Her lips were on mine, her hands tightly wrapped in my hair as we kissed sloppily and passionately while her sex convulsed and milked me, and I filled her with rope after rope of my pulsing seed. I was totally lost in it, and as we started to come down, her body still milking me with light convulsions and slightly rocking bodies, our kiss grew languid, dreamy, and passionate.

  It was heady to realize she didn’t want it to end either, our last kiss was quite long before we ended it, and her body rose up off me. The look in her eyes was content, joyful, and a little wistful as well.

  I collapsed onto the bed and closed my eyes in after-bliss, “The spell?”

  Two of my mates snuggled up to me, just based on the feel of them I knew it was Maggie and Elena, which meant that third hand on my chest was Bonnie who was spooning Maggie.

  Maggie said warmly, “Perfect, more powerful than I expected.”

  I sighed, “Good. That was amazing, but I wouldn’t want it all the time. I like giving you all multiples too much.”

  Maggie giggled, “That was another motivation as to why we don’t use that spell casually, but the two reasons that I gave was sufficient unto themselves.”

  “You can really… recharge me?”

  Maggie kissed my chest, “Your libido, yes, but not without cost. But it hasn’t been necessary, you’re our fucking machine and cum supply. All I’ve had to do was keep your skin supple and prevent chafing.”

  I opened my eyes and looked down, and Valerie and Angela were getting dressed. The former looking away from the bed, or perhaps just me, but when Angela saw me looking she gave me a smile and playfully coy show. She was obviously pleased when I kept looking and enjoyed that show with obvious approval in my eyes.

  Then the witch couple left.

  Bonnie said, “That was great, wasn’t it?”

  I nodded, “I enjoyed it.”

  Elena asked, “Your worries?”

  I shrugged, “It helped to talk to her, so thanks for sending her to me earlier. Knowing her motivations cleared up some of my reservations. I think I’m fine. Honestly, I’m going to be a little more protective toward her I think, can’t help it. I also could easily grow deeper feelings, especially as I’m fairly sure we’re going to be friends. The first friend I’ll have among the recovering coven, but I’ll survive that. They’re mated, we’re mated, and I am overwhelmed by you three.”

  Maggie smiled, “It was hot, too.”

  I laughed, “Damned right it was. So, I guess as long as you three are okay with the idea of me having feelings for and lusting for another woman, I’m okay with doing this again.”

  Bonnie said exuberantly, “We all feel that too, you know. We won’t sleep with them either, outside the rules without all of us present and for a spell, but that doesn’t mean I won’t have naughty impulses to suppress. Valerie had a very talented tongue.”

  Elena said, “Truth, I’m okay with it too, and same thing. If it wasn’t a temptation, it wouldn’t be called faithfulness. Without temptation, and the will and principles to resist it, that word would have no meaning.”

  “Good point, Mags?”

  Maggie said, “It was my idea, and I have a very colorful past. Bonnie’s probably the only one that comes close to my slutty past. But you and Elena were right, they’re my coven, my friends, and my responsibility to protect. That added a complication and intimate connection that I wasn’t expecting, it wasn’t nearly as casual as in the past. At the same time, I agree with what Bonnie and Elena said, I belong to the three of you, my heart, body, and mind. I’ll never forsake that, not even for the coven I will no doubt grow to love.”

  Elena said, “So, we’re good. What are sluts for again?”

  Maggie giggled, “Sucking cock and getting our man ready for us, of course.”

  Then she started to kiss her way down my body…

  Chapter Thirteen

  Elena had been right about the muses rewarding me. It was… crazy, and I drowned in pleasure for three days straight. It wasn’t separate either, it was a nine-goddess orgy of feminine nubile and immortally delightful flesh.

  I’d woken up in my dream, with my head cradled in Calliope’s lap with her looking down at me with pride, joy, and naughtiness. The next moment, I felt a warm hot mouth wrap tightly around my cock. They’d never blown me before, I’d mentioned, and it was a shock. But not as much of a shock as a second later, when I felt another mouth suckle and lavish my balls with licks.

  Then two mouths on my nipples, and another one exploring my abdomen. A second later, two mouths on either side of my neck, sucking, nipping, nibbling, and licking. Then finally the ninth mouth kissing my legs, while her hands gently caressed them. Eight mouths on my body, eighteen hands, and delightful soft and supplely warm feminine flesh caressing me and touching me everywhere.

  Calliope smiled at my sharp gasp, and said, “We’re very pleased with you, champion.”

  Then she moved slightly, letting my head fall back, and she sat on my face to my joy. I think I lasted maybe forty-five seconds that first round, it was so damned intense, and the idea I was being loved on by nine immortal goddesses at once was mind-blowing. Just the idea of cumming in one of their mouths was heady, and she sucked and milked me hard with devotion as my powerful release overcame my body and mind.

  It was mind-blowing, never ending, and I’d filled all their mouths and pussies just in the first hour as they shifted positions around me. With nine nubile and sexy goddesses of unimaginable power, those eighteen orgasms, one every four or five minutes, was both overwhelming but my libido never went down. I felt the after bliss of it, but my cock never once went down, there just was no recovery time involved.

  They giggled in joyful playfulness, sighs of pleasure fell from their alluringly slightly parted lips, and they whispered their love of me with joyful abandon. Over that long three-day night, I ate them all out and fucked them a whole lot more than once. I kind of lost count on the twentieth round or so, and the overwhelming attention from nine goddesses at once… I never got used to it as I worshipped them in return. It was continuously and mind-blowing overwhelming.

  It was wild, debauched, and the whole dream that night passed in a haze of pleasure, lust, and awed worshipping love for my muses, even as they rewarded me with pleasures past all reason and with lustful and playful joy in their hearts.

  They were goddesses, but they were also nymphs, as Calliope had told me once, in all senses of the word. They were very pleased with me, and it was apparent I’d have to go the extra mile as much as possible, though even on most nights loving them one at a time was still overwhelming with their presence, and lovely scents.

  Near the very end, they all kissed me languidly and told me they were both proud of me and that they loved me. There was some romantic and intimate meaning in the word as they said it, but it was wider than that as well. They loved me as a goddess loves a faithful servant who had done well, but it was still flavored with sensual affection and adoration.

  As for me, my heart and soul was theirs, without reservation or guilt. It was different here, and no more a violation of faithfulness than Bonnie’s nightly romp with the goddess of love. There was no guilt or worry of complications like there had been with Angela. I could have them, and they could have me, for the rest of my life in our shared dreams.

  Then I was alone with Calliope, who was slowly riding me and looking down into my eyes with pleasure and joy in her eyes. It was really hard to explain, even in the midst of the debauchery there was something innocent about them in their frolicking joyful mantel, scents, and simple unreserved delight. A pure joy they took in the art of lovemaking, that was unmarred by the negative aspect of pleasure and love, it was all bright.

  I started to work her more firmly from below, the delicious pleasure intensifying as she lost herself in bliss and I worked her through it with firm thrusts and a squeezing grip around her waist.

  She giggled sensually as she came down, “Now, we should discuss your reward before our night ends.”

  I goggled, which made her giggle as her power once more burned through me, leaving me feeling a bit raw and changed again, though I wasn’t sure how. The pleasure of her body made sure I quickly got past that raw feeling, as waves of euphoria started to work their way through me again.

  She said, “We all enjoyed your awe and delicious thoughts, but that wasn’t your reward. We share everything, we just didn’t want to overwhelm you those first two nights. It won’t always be that intense, we want to share music, dance, poetry, and laughter with you as well, so I suppose we did get a little carried away tonight because we’re so pleased with you. Point is, that was just as much for us as it was for you. We’ll love often like this in the future, in twos, threes, and with all of us at times.”

  My mind tried to absorb that new reality, and totally failed, making her giggle. I didn’t do it for the reward either, they humbled me, and it truly was a pleasure to do their work and it also gave one of my mates a more solid job to focus on. Proofread level editing for two authors was hardly a full-time job after all. I didn’t bother saying that though, they all knew it already from my thoughts, and it’d be an insult to beg off whatever she had planned to reward me with.

  She said, “I’ll also tell you something else. Many see me as the leader of the muses, but that simply isn’t true, we’re all equal. The reason I speak for us so often is because I’m not as flighty, my thoughts tend to be longer and deeper because I’m tuned more toward complicated epic poetry, novels in today’s modern world.”

  That, actually made a lot of sense.

  She giggled, “Glad you approve.”

  I blushed, but her warm smile told me she was teasing, and then our conversation paused as once again our rocking bodies sent her into paroxysms of blissful ecstasy.

  She said breathily, “You’re a wonderful lover, champion. Anyway, your reward is a deepening of the blessing, and our trust and blessing to use it as your heart dictates. At rest it won’t be any different, but if you focus on it you can now direct it more potently toward individuals and to a specific purpose. For example, a moderately capable guitarist who loves and is passionate about music, you can sharpen their talent to make their dream of a career more possible. It will still take effort and time, but you’d sharpen their raw talents and abilities.

  “Same for the rest, struggling artists, authors that struggle with plots or flow, or anything in our mantel really.”

  “For the faithful?”

  She smiled, “We’d prefer that, but will not place limits on it, it is a gift. We wouldn’t take it amiss for instance, if you broadened your witch mate’s innate talents for the art of magic to include more than the body. You could do so for your fellow champion as well.”

  “I can do that?”

  She smiled, “Magic is an art, much like lovemaking is, wherever passion and talent meets. Much like we overlap slightly with Aphrodite’s mantel in that small way, we share a synergy with Hecate as well. And others, though some would like to deny it. Even martial arts, the word art is actually a part of the discipline, which gives us a synergy even with the god of war. You have thought it yourself, our mantel is probably the most diverse among the gods.”

  “True.”