Besides being my only demigoddess mate, she was also the boldest of my mates in bed, mostly because all my other mates were complete submissive minxes between the sheets. More often than not it was her seducing and pleasuring me, while I took her lead but also worked at the pace and technique she set to make it better for both of us. I had claimed her a small number of times the last two weeks, because she liked to be dominated and ravished sometimes, but a very small percentage of the time.

  That wasn’t to say I couldn’t initiate sex, whenever the whim struck, but our bedroom games were very much a give and take once they’d started.

  At the moment her supplely soft and silky skin was pressed against my side, and her fingertips were playing with my inner thighs. We’d just sat down a minute ago, and I was just enjoying the deep connection of emotions and desire between us in private, before engaging in conversation. It was really comfortable, and my whole world was my Katerina in that moment.

  It hit me hard then, being alone with her, just how quickly and thoroughly she’d stolen my heart in the last two weeks. She wasn’t all sensuality and sex on a stick, though she was that too, in spades. She was also generous of heart and could be incredibly sweet and giving, content to receive what we gave back to her, and as awed by what I gave her as much as I was in her.

  It was hard to believe from my side of things, but according to her everything I did, from my movements to my facial expressions, to how I treated her, all had her just as tied up and enthralled as I was with her. It was impossible to doubt it though, when her warm eyes sparkled for me in wonder.

  I felt a small thrill, as I bent my head and whispered, “I love you, my Kat, my wicked wench.”

  It was the first time I’d ever spoken those words to her, told her that I loved her, and the effect on her was electric. Her breath sped up, and her teasing fingers froze for a moment as her eyes widened and looked up at me.

  “I love you too, Evan. More than you know.”

  There it was, that look of wonder that blew my fucking mind every time, as if she was getting the better end of the deal, but clearly she was the prize and I was the lucky one. More than that, it was as if saying the words had allowed her to open up inside as well, and I could see loving devotion in that wonder as well now.

  She was spellbinding.

  I smiled, and reached across myself to caress her face lovingly, even as the hand on the end of the arm wrapped around her continued to tease and stroke her side and the side of her breasts. I knew she loved my hands on her, she was like Hali and Maris in that way, happiest when I was touching her and physically demonstrating my affection and how much I cherished her.

  “It’s been two weeks, anything bothering you, even a little bit?”

  She grinned, as her hand started to caress my inner thighs again, but a little closer to my cock. Too close, and too damned far at the same time. She knew just how to drive me crazy, and to fill me with warm and gentle euphoria at her touch. My cock was also definitely stirring at that point, though not fully hard.

  “What does your blessing say?” she asked.

  “That you feel very at home, and more than joyfully content in my arms and in our new life together as polyamory family of six. But it doesn’t tell me everything.”

  She smirked playfully, “No complaints in bed. You already know you’re the best lover I’ve ever had, like you were made for me. You don’t mind when I take charge.”

  I chuckled low, “Don’t mind? I love it, and I find it hot as hell.”

  She let out her own chuckle, the deadly one tinged with so much sultry it never failed to make my cock twitch when I heard it.

  “How about you, any complaints, or jealousy from our unique arrangement?”

  I shook my head, “No jealousy at all. Not at your female happy ending customers, nor at you keeping Allison, Carrie, and Marie as friends with benefits. Our version of faithfulness for our polyamory mating fits me just fine. It’s kind of hot actually, and I just wish I could watch,” I added teasingly and playfully at the end.

  She giggled, “I see, be careful what you wish for, my love.”

  She raised an eyebrow, and teasingly brushed my cock which had jumped and surged further to life at her last words.

  “You like that, hearing how much I love you, Evan?”

  I kissed her softly, lovingly, and just a bit teasingly at the end as I suckled her bottom lip.

  “I do, love.”

  She seemed just as electrified as I’d been at being called that.

  I let out a shocked moan, as her teasing fingertips stopped teasing and she took my cock in hand and stroked it lightly. I wasn’t at all surprised our declarations of love had hit her libido as hard if not harder than it’d hit her heart, as a daughter of pleasure.

  Before I could reciprocate, and tease her breasts or middle, she slid off the couch and moved between my knees. The look in her eyes had me so enthralled the house could’ve blown up around us and I wouldn’t have noticed. Her warm and loving seductive milk chocolate eyes looked up at me with an almost insane amount of needy devotion and heat.

  “That feels so good, Kat.”

  Her hand was pure pleasure on my sensitive length, sending gentle tingles and waves of pleasure through my body. My own heartbeat picked up, and I started to feel breathy myself. Her other hand had gone down below, and I moaned at the sight of her bringing it back up absolutely soaked with her liquid arousal, which she slathered between her breasts after sexily tossing her hair over her shoulder so it all ran down her back.

  She tugged my cock with a warm smile, not hard, but leadingly, which made me slouch down in the couch far enough to put my ass right on the edge of the seat cushion.

  She said sultrily, “I love you so much, Evan. I thank my goddess for you every night, and I love our other mates too. All of them so sweet, and delightfully wicked like me, like you,” as she wrapped her breasts around my nine inch length, pushing my cock between them with her fingertips, while her palms pushed them together tightly to make a tight silky channel of pleasure with her supplely firm yet so impossibly soft cleavage.

  Her slathered on liquid arousal eased the way, as she started to work my cock with devotion, sliding her breasts luxuriously up and down my length while her fingertips folded back and teased her nipples. She let out a sweet little gasp and looked lost in the sensations. Her breasts were very sensitive, and she only liked a firm gentle touch, and soft teasing pinches and slight rolls. Point being, they were sensitive enough to get her damned close to the edge with just the sensations of my cock sliding between them and her teasing touch on her own nipples. All of which usually meant she’d cum too when I blasted off and she shared my pleasure through her power, if lightly.

  “I love the way your long and fat cock feels sliding between my sensitive breasts. So hard, yet so silky soft and hot against my skin. They’re for your pleasure, my love. My whole body is, but my favorite part of using my slutty tits to pleasure you is that you cover me and mark me with your sperm at the end. It makes me feel so warm inside, to deliver pleasure to the only man that I’ve ever loved, and that I will ever love. I’m a daughter of pleasure, and live for pleasure, but the shocking thing is I’ve never felt so much pleasure before, our love enhances it.”

  “I love your tits around me, so good. Soft, warm, and so very tight as you make it good for me.”

  She winked, and then let out a sensual moan of her own as I twitched hard at the intensity of feeling my sensitive head caressed and hugged by her perfectly rounded and generous C cups. It was so sexy, the sight of my fat and angry cockhead peeking out between her cleavage each time she worked her tits down to my balls in the bottom of my vision.

  She hadn’t taken her intense eyes off of mine either, and I couldn’t possibly look away from hers. The lovingly naughty devotion and the way she was lost in our pleasure was hypnotic. She bent her head down while looking up through her eyelashes, and she started to tease my cockhead with her lips with brief kisses, suckles, or licks on the sensitive head. In conjunction with the luxurious and pleasurable paradise of her breasts it had me rocketing toward my completion.

  Her eyes begged me to paint her gorgeous face and tits with my seed. The more pleasure rolling through me in waves the more she was panting as well, and the more deeply her eyes begged me for the bounty of her sensual labors. It was like a feedback loop, the deeper the pleasure she felt for me, the more it affected her as well, and of course my cock sliding between her sensitive breasts while she teased her own nipples had an effect on that as well. She was… magnificent.

  “So beautiful,” I moaned, and let out a little gasp.

  She moaned herself in approval, as she licked up a healthy amount of precum that was leaking from my cockhead.

  She said sultrily, “I love to watch you be overcome with pleasure, as much as you always tell me it’s your favorite thing to watch me do. Especially when it’s pleasure that I’m delivering with my body, your body, to fuck and take your pleasure in. It’s only gotten stronger since I’ve fallen so deeply for you, Evan. My body, my heart, and my soul are yours. I need it, to watch you go over in awed pleasure as you paint my body with your cum.”

  She worked me a little harder then, faster as she sensed me on the edge, really sliding up and down quickly and the silken hot friction of her tight cleavage, and the intense way her tongue swirled around my tip. Her eyes were full of heated need and begging desire, it was just so damned hot how desperate she looked for my cum.

  “Kat, I’m close,” I both warned and exhorted. She probably knew of course, with her pleasure powers, but it was a habit to warn the others, and my mind was entirely addled with pleasure at that point. I could barely think past the luxurious pleasure she engendered in me, much less think straight.

  She worked me even harder, and she was panting on the edge herself, and I knew she would go over into an orgasm as soon as she felt my hot sticky cum hit her face and fall onto her tits. It was that knowledge, and the begging look that broke me, more than even the indescribably powerful pleasure of her fucking me with her tits and mouth in tandem.

  I grunted, “Kat!” as my balls tightened and tingled, and my legs grew weak. I couldn’t help but arch my back and push up hard into her perfect cleavage.

  The storm of pleasure broke over me, inundating my body and mind with potent waves of euphoria and shocks of blissful rapture. My first pulse was powerful and hit her face hard, over her cheek, nose, and generous mouth.

  She let out a cry and trembled, just as I knew she would. It wasn’t a huge orgasm, but that she was having one at all and joining me in the heights of pleasure was hot as hell to me. At the same time that she went over, the second pulse half hit her neck and chin, while the rest covered her lips and a little even got into her mouth.

  The next four pulses didn’t get enough height, and painted her tits and dripped down, and the last one just pooled in her cleavage.

  We both came down together, and she looked as satisfied as I felt, and let out a little moan of naughty pleasure as she started to lick up the mess on her breasts quite happily like I’d done her a favor by marking her with my seed. Then she cleaned up the rest with fingertips, gathering my seed up and then sucking her fingers clean with a look of contented satiation on her face.

  She winked sensually, “Thank you, Evan. Delicious, and so satisfying.”

  She giggled, so I imagined my face had been full of my own share of awed wonder at our sex life.

  She sighed in pleasure as I pulled her up into my lap, and I claimed her lips with loving kiss.

  “You’re amazing, Kat.”

  She bit her lip in faux disbelief, “I’m pretty sure that’s you, and your amazing cock.”

  I snickered, “You know, that cock belongs to you, and it’s for your pleasure, whenever you want it, as much as your body is for mine,” I said that last, as I teasingly pinched and rolled one of her nipples, drawing a delighted gasp from her lips.

  She said, “I know, and I love that about you,” she grabbed my cock as she straddled me, and dropped down on me. The pleasure of it was a little too intense after the recent orgasm, but I manfully dealt with it as she worked her way down my cock until I was fully impaled by her body. It didn’t take long for her to accept me, and stretch tautly around me, not with her soaked with a mixture of liquid bliss and arousal which greatly eased the way.

  She was so snugly hot around me. Her teasingly playful squeezes blowing my mind with sparks of pleasure as our bodies rocked together slightly and almost lazily.

  We continued to talk, sweet nothings and sweet words of love, as well as regular talking. My Katerina was a woman of huge appetite, so it wasn’t odd for us to build our emotional base and deeper relationship while fucking in a rather decadent way. A low level of pleasure running through our bodies, as she did little grinds and sometimes just sat there with me buried in her while we chatted.

  Perhaps not intuitively, it actually helped keep the insane amounts of lust and chemical attraction between us from interfering with that deeper connection.

  After about a half hour of that, she finished me off with wild twerking hips that blew my mind, all while she looked at me with that new and even more shocking level of loving devotion and wonder on her face and in her eyes. By then my four monster mates joined us, and we chatted for a bit and even caught a little television before we retired to our bed for our six-some and sleep.

  Right, that was new as well. A minor change in our lives over the last two weeks that I hadn’t mentioned yet. Our custom bed had arrived five days ago, which would easily fit eight, so we had more than enough room for the six of us to play and sleep together comfortably.

  The crackling of the fire filled my senses, as did warm contentment. I also felt the silky nubile skin of my adorably hot goddess pasted to my side.

  Hestia was stunning, and a perfect hourglass and on the petite side at five foot four in height in proportion. Her breasts were generous and rounded B cups, with proud delicate pink nipples. She also had a lovely rounded ass which I stroked in that very moment before teasing the small of her back, drawing a sweet moan of contented pleasure from my goddess’s full lips.

  She had lightly tanned skin, gorgeous light brown doe eyes, and straight and long light brown hair. Her face had an adorable beauty to it, a classic beauty that was also softly angelic, with cheekbones neither soft nor fully defined on her cute heart shaped face making her both adorable and quite stunningly beautiful.

  My goddess of hearth and home was also my love, my lover, and we shared the pleasure of our bodies often, but talked more often. Given every night felt like seventy-two hours, three straight days, that less often amount still amounted to a whole lot of sex every night in her arms. She was delightfully submissive as a woman and lover in my bed, but I never confused that or my place outside of bed and in our lives she was my goddess. I worshipped her with a breathless content adoration, and I would do anything she asked of me.

  Her hand lightly stroked my cock, and that told me all I needed to know. Sometimes my goddess was a bit needy at the start of our night together, and she’d missed my cock in the intervening hours and the way I loved her. She sighed in mixed contentment and need as I kissed her, rolled her onto her back and took my place between her legs and slid home into her heavenly paradise. Her body was pure pleasure around me, taking me in and conforming so snugly to every inch of my cock.

  I could’ve waited of course, I was content in my mind, even as my body reacted to the stimuli and was filled with euphoria at being inside my goddess once more. I felt no urge to dominate her, but I could tell by the look on her face and in her eyes that she wanted it fast and furious, so I gave it to her. Hard, fast, and quite firm strokes. I drew three orgasms out of her forever nubile body, the last one incredibly potent, before my body gave her the ultimate fruits of its efforts, and heavenly bliss overcame me.

  She smiled as we came down, and said breathily, “I needed that, love.”

  I kissed her softly, and perhaps subconsciously and unintentionally echoed the words that Katerina and Hali told me often in regard to my pleasure and their availability to quench my need.

  “Anytime, anywhere, my love.”

  Hestia smiled, and let out a sigh of contentment as I rolled onto my back and pulled her back into my side possessively.

  “You’ve adapted well to the blessing.”

  I nodded, “I only use it at work and home now, which is what it’s for. It helps a lot, for my family and for my guests, not to mention my students.”

  She smiled, “That’s my mantel, and your open-ended mission as my champion, no more and no less.”

  I got that, it was why she didn’t have a lot of special missions for me, and there hadn’t been any at all since Carmine’s restaurant. She was an easy goddess to champion, given my ambitions and drives were to make a welcoming and warm home for my family, and to take care of my clients at work. It was no effort at all to me, outside of dealing with the various temptations that I had to resist, but it was worth it. It was also what had made her the perfect choice for me, to make her my goddess.

  So, because of that our nights were mostly about us, and her being my ease and my goddess at the same time. We just talked, made love, and warmed each other’s hearts even in the brief silences. I also loved her ridiculously, she was a powerful goddess, but she was also a hell of a woman.

  “I love you.”

  She said sweetly, “I love you too.”

  I caressed her back teasingly, and I played with hair. I never stopped doing that outside of when we fully joined, not since I’d started that when she’d cuddled up with me in her chair in what felt like ages ago now. She liked my gentle and cherishing touch, and I enjoyed doing it even in my contentment. Her hand felt amazing on my chest, tracing the muscles lightly.