I pulled open the doors, and I headed toward the back. Not all that surprised to find out she was in the office with the three-chapter leaders. I opened the door which got a confused stare from the two women and man inside, but I only had eyes for the goddess who started to shoot me with what looked like a Glock 19, and I dove at her over the small table she sat at and wrestled for the gun, trusting my bulletproof charm to take a few rounds.

  A gun firing in a tiny enclosed space was deafeningly loud. I tapped into the martial arts using my power, and my hand whipped out and grabbed the gun, turned it in toward her body to get her finger out the trigger, then twisted it out of her hands. All while my full weight hit her, and the chair, her, and me on top was going over.

  She was also incredibly attractive, which made sense, I guess. Even a negatively aligned goddess was a goddess, after all. She had dark smoky brown eyes verging on black, and long and straight black hair, and the face of a catwalk model. Her body was average, if in a perfect way, and slightly skewed toward the athletic side.

  My left hand wrapped around her throat as she beat at my face, but I teleported us anyway because my thirty seconds had been up five seconds ago. We landed in the spot I’d been standing with Stephanie in, about a quarter block down the side street. She twisted and squirmed, still trying to get away, not that I blamed her. I channeled just a little bit of my power, and when her skin started to smoke, she went dead still with wide fearful eyes.

  “That’s better, now who are you?” I asked conversationally, as Stephanie leaned in and started to cuff her.

  She sneered and spat in my face. Nice.

  Once she was cuffed, I stood up cast a healing spell on myself, dropped the magazine, and cleared the chamber. Then I gave the Glock and magazine to Stephanie, who helpfully held out an evidence bag she’d pulled from a pocket. I just slipped it inside while she held it open.

  I felt a bit energized from the adrenaline, gunfire, and wrestling, but unlike with my mean goddess Amber, I felt no attraction or need to make her submit, much less do so with my cock. And she was pretty hot. Finally, a moment where I could feel not shallow since becoming a god. Truthfully though, it was probably her mantel that killed any attraction, it felt wrong to me. No, that’s a bad word, I wasn’t judging her, it just felt incompatible, and her look of hatred told me she felt the exact same way.

  “Any problems?” Stephanie asked.

  I grinned, “She was feisty.”

  The goddess said, “Asshole.”

  I sighed, “That hurts me deeply, not the first time I’ve heard it from a beautiful woman either. So, tell us your name, they’ll find out anyway.

  An agent came over and rolled her on her fact, then patted her down, and he found a license, credit card, and smart phone.

  He said, “Nancy Gregorio. Her birthday was just five days ago.”

  I nodded, “Was playing with the haters not enough, Nancy? I can’t get you out of this.”

  Nancy scowled, “Is looking at paintings enough for you?”

  I frowned, “It would be, if painting was against the law. But tell yourself whatever you have to in order to sleep at night, princess. You could’ve even found a more violent hate group, one you didn’t have to incite to violence, attempted arson and murder, and use illegal compulsion on.”

  Nancy gave me a doubtful look, then looked away angrily.

  “I compelled no one, and I broke no laws. Even my gun is registered, and I have a concealed carry permit. You barged in and attacked me, without identifying yourself, I had every right to defend myself.”

  Huh, she might walk anyway then, if she had a good lawyer. Influence didn’t leave any magical proof or signature behind, and while they’d have memories of her changing their minds, a good lawyer would argue any racist on the extreme end of the spectrum is just a single naturally compelling argument away from being a killer.

  I mean, there’d be reasonable doubt.

  Compulsion was more powerful, but far more limited, since the one compelled could only follow the letter of what was spoken without common sense entering into it. It was also active magic easily identified. While someone brainwashed with Influence could be led to a desired end, it would be their will and planning that would see it through. It was far more natural, and almost impossible to prove.

  Especially given the small step from hater to murderer. It would be far easier to prove on a person that was well-balanced that suddenly took on radical views after a single ten-minute conversation. But this whole group was already radical, their only line non-violent, so there was that.

  I pulled out my smart phone, and I sent Nate a very long text…

  Chapter Fourteen

  The scene didn’t shut down until almost two hours later, and I had to report everything I did multiple times before I was released. The FBI tactical team itself didn’t have any troubles making the arrests inside.

  So it was late evening and dinnertime by the time I got back home. But I’d barely appeared in the backyard where the girls were, when both Nate and Brandon appeared close to me. I could only assume they’d been watching me and waiting for me to leave the scene and be in private. They also did not look happy at being made to wait two hours, though Nate could’ve just texted me and asked me to let him know, so I was already feeling defensive, that part of things wasn’t in my control.

  Nate said, “How did you screw up so badly already? This is going to set us back. The humans will be scared of us, when they realize for every positive aligned god there is a neutral and negative one. The very anti-god and anti-supernatural sentiment you’ve been working against will explode. They’ll think us good and evil, instead of balanced.”

  I sighed, “There was no godly involvement in the crime, so I reported it. She didn’t come into it until later, when the main group was being taken down.”

  He snorted, and said coldly, “Because of laziness and piss poor research.”

  I nodded reluctantly, he wasn’t wrong, “There were forty of them in the group, I didn’t see a need to check into them all at the time. Just the leaders and the ones setting the fire.”

  Nate scowled, “Yet, there was a need that you were unaware of. You also didn’t have to investigate them all, Mark. Use that brain of yours. All you had to do was consider the idea of a god being involved. That needs to be the first focus you use on your power no matter what you see in a vision or how harmless it looks. Just one question aimed at your power, the right question, and we could’ve avoided all this. Nancy is not an evil person, just caught up in her mantel, and I could’ve helped her find legal outlets for it.”

  I sighed, then waved, “You’re right, I didn’t think of it. I’m sorry it happened, but I’m not a professional investigator, I’m a painter, and there’ll be a learning curve. I am doing my best, and I won’t make that mistake again since I’ll be adopting your suggestion. I also think a good lawyer can get her off.”

  Nate nodded, “Maybe, but her mantel and the suspicions of what she could’ve done will reach the press and the people, and they will convict her even if a jury finds in her favor with reasonable doubt. Even if the D.A. decides he doesn’t have a case, some asshole will leak it.”

  I blew out a breath, suddenly angry and frustrated, “What can I do, Nate? There’s nothing to do but go forward, and on balance saving the world and preventing murders, and even worse implications to our reputations, I think I’ve done okay. More than okay. I will do better, but I don’t deserve this anger and contempt.”

  Nate raised a hand, and the world turned white, it felt like my body just might explode as a bolt of lightning sent me flying back to land on my ass. I felt barbequed, and barely able to croak out the healing spell. It was in that moment that Brenna’s charm spell of healing triggered by damage to her body finally made perfect sense to me. I resolved to make one of my own.

  I’d been thinking as a god I wouldn’t need it, but if I was ever knocked out, or my lungs were burned and unable to function, then I wouldn’t be able to cast the spell. I had to recite the words to make it work, which wasn’t an option unconscious or not breathing. Which made it highly likely I’d either suffocate to death or bleed out unconscious. Idiot.

  I was an arrogant idiot, not to consider that before.

  Nate said coldly as I gingerly got back to my feet, “You will not speak to me in that manner, ever again. Am I clear?”

  Yeah, fuck you came to mind, but I wanted to live so swallowed it down.

  “Sure, Nate. I’m willing to help alleviate the problem caused by my inexperience.”

  Nate shook his head, “Do nothing about it. I’ll deal with it, just do better in the future. I do not want to have this conversation again. No more excuses for failure.”

  I nodded, “With your advice taken to heart, we won’t need to have this conversation again. Unless the god is stronger than I am, then just like farseeing my power as a seer won’t see them.”

  Nate grunted, “I understand the limitations. I won’t hold you to account for lack of power, only lack of effort and piss poor judgement. I trust I’m clear.”

  I nodded warily.

  Nate and Brandon disappeared in a spherical flash of golden light.

  Assholes, then I chuckled at the thought, totally getting it. No wonder Nancy and Amber called me asshole, no one liked to feel helpless, and a stronger god did exactly that. Especially when they were angry. Well, it was what it was, and at least I was a second-tier god, so my assholes were limited to about ten.

  I snickered at my own thought, then headed toward the house.

  My one other worry was the old Zeus was known for nursing grudges, forever. Hopefully Nate would let this go, but I knew I couldn’t count on it. On the good side, his suggestion was both obvious in hindsight, and foolproof, so I wasn’t worried I’d repeat that mistake at all.

  It was the next mistake I made that concerned me, Nate was an asshole. Still, better him than me, ruling sounded like a total pain in the ass.

  The next morning started early. It was the fourth and I was looking forward to the coven barbeque. I’d be meeting Brenna’s daughter and the matriarch of the four-family coven later that day, Ciara. It was hard to believe the woman was in her early sixties though, hard to remember at times that the sexy eighteen-year-old beauty in my house and serving me was actually eighty-seven, Brenna’s body and youth restored by a spell.

  Of course, the barely legal eighteen-year-old redheaded hottie I was looking at right now was truly eighteen. One of Brenna’s granddaughters, and one of two twins that I’d started a long-term weekly affair with last month. Kelsey specifically, while Meara was in her bedroom in the small two-bedroom apartment they shared. They were almost identical in basic features to their grandmother, red hair and light blue eyes. Except there was a lot more Irish and less exotic Latina in their beautiful faces, and their perfect B cups were rounded and not torpedoed. They were gorgeous, very naughty in seducing and fucking men together as hot twins, and I liked them a lot besides. If I was a selfish asshole, I’d have claimed them as mine and taken them home, but I wasn’t. They had their lives to live, their grandmother had only become my servant and advisor after having lived a full life.

  They were also I’d found out, the daughters of the matriarch Ciara, who probably knew I was plowing them weekly. Regardless, they’d been late births in Ciara’s late forties, surprise kids, she had a couple of other kids in their forties according to what Brenna had told me.

  Kelsey was also asleep, looking so sexy. It wasn’t just the fourth, it was also our usual day for our illicit rendezvous and wild fucking session. I’d suggested we’d skip it this week because of the day, but early this morning I’d changed my mind. I also wasn’t creeping on her, or not exactly, I’d only been staring a few seconds at the severe beauty of her face slightly relaxed in the depths of her slumber, and I was about to wake her up.

  With my tongue.

  I eased the sheet down her body, revealing her body an inch at a time, and finding out the sexy redhead slept in the buff wasn’t a surprise at all. Her B cup breasts stood up proudly, even lying on her back, and her deliciously generous labia on a small mound, right below that bright red landing strip, made my mouth water in anticipation.

  I wondered for a brief second if I was being presumptive, usually the twins were together and ready for me. Waiting with wet pussies as they stroked themselves, right next to each other while chatting. They drove me crazy, they didn’t share pleasure directly, but they had zero qualms about sharing a bed when they were in the throes of pleasure, and I knew for a fact they showered together at times.

  But I shrugged and blew it off, I knew she would love it.

  I crawled carefully into the bottom of the bed, already naked myself and incredibly hard, and her legs parted easily at my touch, even in her sleep. She let out the cutest and sexiest little sleepy sound and moan at my touch, but she didn’t wake up yet.

  At least, not until I put my head between her legs, and started to lick her out like a man possessed. When she gasped awake, my soft stroking hands put pressure on her outer thighs, as my fingertips dug into the supple flesh of her waist.

  She said dreamily, “Oh god, you are so naughty, Mark. That’s feels so good,” she gasped sharply and arched her back, “Yes, eat my tight cunt, make it wet for that huge cock. Fuck, I’m so turned on, just coming in my room while I sleep, taking my body like you own it. You do own it, my pussy is yours to play with, anytime, anywhere. Oh god, my god, so good between my legs.”

  My cock twitched hard at the dirty talk, and she was the shy one. Meara was even naughtier. No, they were both incredibly naughty in action, equally so, but Meara was far more wicked with her tongue, her dirty talk, and bolder. Kelsey was submissive surrender, while Meara was wanton wicked surrender, if that made sense.

  In truth Kelsey wasn’t quite as submissively quiet as she’d been that first week, after getting to know me she’d opened up to me a bit, but it was a real point. Meara was very naughty.

  She wasn’t quite as fresh as she usually was, clean of course, but there was the faint taste of sweat from sleeping all night. If anything, I liked it more, she was fucking delicious and her scent of arousal divine, as I devoured her, working her up to orgasm, and she was already getting wet for me.

  She said, “You couldn’t go two weeks, could you? Couldn’t wait that long without my tight cunt wrapped around and pleasuring your godly cock.”

  My nostrils flared at her scent, and my cock twitched hard at her words. I moaned shamelessly in agreement, told her with my eyes looking up into hers that I was worshipping her body that morning, and my moan of agreement while sucking in her clit made her whole-body buck hard, and a gasping pant escaped her lips as I swirled her little nub with my tongue.

  She said breathily, “Use me, Mark. Please, Mark. I need you in me, now.”

  I ignored her, and I raised the stakes instead. I needed to taste her pleasure, hear her sexy screams of pleasure as her body came apart on my tongue. I knew her body quite well after even just three sessions, both their bodies since they were truly identical, and stealthily slipped two fingers into her now soaked quim. She clenched around me hard as I curled them and started to work her firmly. She was ridiculously tight, since both of them had a pain fetish about being stretched out and fucked hard, they used magic to keep themselves virginally tight, save of course the barrier.

  I swirled her clit, churned her hot and now soaking wet cunt, and rubbed her g-spot while sucking on her folds. I was lost in her scent, her sweet sounds of pleasure, and the way her body writhed so sexily for me.

  She screamed as her body arched, and I moaned in approval as her hot flesh convulsed around my fingers, and she sprayed my face with a potent squirt of liquid satisfaction. She trembled and panted wildly as I licked her sensitive folds and worked her through her orgasm, for now backing off her clit which would be far too sensitive.

  “Delicious, Kelsey, exactly what I needed this morning.”

  She smirked as she came down, and I crawled up her body to claim her lips in a passionate kiss.

  She moaned into my mouth, and when I broke the kiss she said breathily, “You are wonderful, Mark. Goddess, what a way to wake up, cumming on a god’s nimble tongue.”

  I grinned, lined up, and drove into her, making us both hiss in ecstasy.

  “Gods, this is what I needed, I couldn’t resist you or your sexy sister.”

  She smirked, “That makes me sexy too, right?”

  I laughed, “Damned right. So tight, so hot for me,” and I started to drive into her hard. Stretching out her virginally tight pussy roughly. It took effort to bury it a half inch at a time, and each time her face flinched with discomfort. Normally that’d make me stop, but I knew she loved it, all that pain building up, until the pleasure was added in, and she’d squirt for me again.

  She always did, my twin self-professed pain sluts.

  Just to help her along I wet the pad of my thumb and forefinger by sticking them between her pouty lips, and like a good girl she suckled them and licked them while looking wickedly up into my eyes. Telling me she’d rather be sucking something else with those naughty light blue eyes.

  Her sex clenched so powerfully around me, sending waves of potent pleasure racing through me, and her eyes lidded slightly as I took those wet fingers and rolled her nipples with authority, one at a time. Her body rocking hard, working to get my cock buried just as hard as I was, and it was pure blissful euphoria.

  She also wasn’t quiet, none of my ladies were, she was screaming in sweet pain, and panting in dirty pleasure, which is what prompted her next observation.

  “I’m surprised Meara isn’t in here yet,” and she trembled and let out a little gasp of satisfaction as our bodies finally met. She squeezed around me tightly and rolled her hips hard for me.

  “That’s so good, so full, I love your cock in me, using my tight little pussy.”