I shook my head, “Anyway, is your work in the lab all top-secret? I can admit to being curious.”

  She said, “Most of my work is theoretical, but I’m up to seventeen patents now to support that just to know research. Most are in telecommunications and aerospace, along with a few new fabrication techniques which would be materials science. A lot of what I do is to improve what we already have, trying to master the known but not fully understood sciences, though I have a few logs in the fire in unique scientific disciplines relating to quantum mechanics that I haven’t built a practical widget with yet.”

  Yeah, I had a feeling I’d be even more confused if I tried to pull the information from the universal consciousness. I mean, I’d done it for the quantum computer that didn’t work, but the patent on it had passed and it was free knowledge at that point. I wasn’t about to use that power to steal IP from others. But I did make a mental note to check out her patents later.

  We continued to chat a little longer as we finished up our coffees. I mentioned I had a couple of things coming, a mix of magic and technology, but was as vague as she’d been about it. She’d find out soon enough.

  It wasn’t a lack in trust in her, and I don’t think her perspicacity had been about me either. I mean, using Java’s as a meeting place wasn’t exactly secure, so who knew who was listening to us. Regardless, I used it for casual meetings that didn’t require hidden government business or anything official. It was neutral ground for one, I knew dropping in on other god’s when they were at home was a little rude, and inviting them to my ground and inside my wards would be just as intimidating if not more so.

  After they left Lianne said, “That went a lot better than you thought it would.”

  “Yep, which pretty much means our lunch plan is doomed.” I just wasn’t lucky enough to have it all go my way, Karma was a bitch. Still, it was a huge relief, if she’d said no, then I’d had no other candidates in mind. Which was always a poor plan in life, only having one option, and why I’d been so stressed about it.

  She giggled, “You don’t sound too worried.”

  I shrugged, “You know me, I love a challenge. So, we have about a half hour, would you like to discuss that massage in more detail?”

  She bit her lip, eyes suddenly and potently smoldering, “Why don’t I just show you. Vigorously, sir.”

  Chapter Two

  I had a give and take in bed with both my ladies, though I’d grant that while it was close to fifty fifty with Lianne, it was far closer to nine out of ten times I was in charge with the far more submissive Cerise. Cerise was a natural submissive in nature, it was only her vampire side that occasionally drove her to be aggressive. Regardless, even when Lianne got a bit manic and was overwhelmed by a lust spiral, and jumped me, either with a shock and awe blow job or riding me from above, I was still an extremely active part of the whole equation. I mean, I worked her hard from below in the rhythm she set. In short, it wasn’t in my nature to passively receive pleasure, even during a blow job I was holding her hair, caressing her face and head, giving back what I could even if only in a small measure in emotional intimacy.

  Which made that day a bit of a new experience, as Lianne decided to take the whole massage innuendo as far as it would go, literally.

  We appeared inside the bedroom and I immediately started to get undressed, while Lianne watched me as hungrily as I was watching her strip down out of her skirt, blazer, panties, and shirt.

  Her lithe body was so sexy, deliciously tight and dark pink nipples on firm and supple breasts, and her silken folds down below were moist and extremely generous on a mouthwateringly large mound. She had the kind of pussy I loved to eat out, not messy, but perfectly symmetrical and quite generous in size. The kind I could not only suck into my mouth, but I could playfully nip while bathing with my tongue.

  She loved my extremely fat and just over eight-inch cock as well. A lot actually, though she thought it too large for backdoor action despite her enjoying anal play. Which really, was fine, her mouth and pussy was all the pleasure I ever needed from her, and I could thumb or finger bang her sexily pear-shaped ass all I wanted.

  She said in sultry breathiness, “Lie down, sir. Relax and close your eyes, and don’t move.”

  I blinked, as that was new, she’d never asked me to do that before. Also perhaps a bit slower than usual on the uptake, since most of my blood was in my cock and my head was spinning with lust and anticipation of having her wrapped around my cock once more. It’d only been nine days since we’d met, we were very much in the honeymoon sex phase of the relationship, though I didn’t think I’d ever get enough of her hot body and her sweet screams of ecstasy.

  She giggled naughtily, and explained, “It’s a massage, sir. The one being massaged is not a participant in the process. Just lay back, relax, and let me take care of everything, sir.”

  Oh, that made the light go on, and I considered it briefly before giving in to her suggestion. I had a feeling it was going to be extremely luxurious and make me feel spoiled, while also driving me absolutely crazy not being able to touch her or grind up into her hot lithe body.

  Plus, she looked so manically excited about spoiling me with pleasure, of being in charge of me and loving me like that. So entirely turned on, her eyes molten and already glazed with lustful anticipation, so I couldn’t possibly say no to her request. It still felt wrong to let her do all the work, but then I decided I’d just return the favor another time, she was just as active a participant when I was in control of things, and if nothing else it’d be fun to find out just how nuts it’d make her.

  I kissed her softly, then got on the bed and laid back and tried to relax my muscles and body, while I closed my eyes. Not looking at her as she rode me like a goddess would be even weirder than not touching her, but I could admit there was an excitement and element of anticipation, and not knowing when the touch was coming, that had my lust rising potently.

  I heard her soft sigh, and felt her breath on my sensitive tip, then let out a moan as she wrapped both her hands firmly around the shaft. Another moan escaped me, as she started to milk my skin with slight upward movements of both hands, while twisting at the apex slightly in opposing directions, which sent luxurious waves of pleasure into me.

  Those lavish waves were joined by a potent spark that made my body twitch, as she licked and swirled my tip, then sucked on it with a warm and slightly muffled feminine moan of enjoyment and approval.

  She said, “I love your monstrous cock, sir. I love playing with it, sucking it, riding it, and being pounded and defiled by it. I think I’m really going to love massaging it and relaxing it, sir.”

  I moaned, and she giggled naughtily sending vibrations into the tip, when simultaneously sucking the tip into her mouth and bathing it luxuriously with her tongue. I did feel spoiled, turned on beyond belief, and the frustration at not being able to touch or watch merely enhanced the pleasure of it even as it drove me crazy. Delicious frustration, heavenly torture, or rapturous torment all summed up the feelings it gave it me, to not see or participate, and it filled me with a far different sense and mix of euphoria as a result. It was wild, and she was amazing, spoiling me and driving me crazy in equal measure.

  She continued to jerk me off with both hands, the opposing twists felt so amazing, as she popped her head off my cock again.

  She said breathily, “We really need to do this again, when we have more than twenty minutes to spend on it, sir.”

  Then one of her hands came off, and I felt the moist heat of her paradise radiating over the sensitive tip of my cock, and my mind pictured her straddling me. Then soft luxurious flesh took me into its snug embrace, as she let out a sexy little hiss of pleasure. She worked her body down, impaling her tight and snugly taut sex fully on my cock. The hot pleasurable sensations of her engulfing and grasping silken passage drove me crazy, as did not being able to look up into her warm doe eyes as they glazed over with pleasure. But I could still scent her arousal and pleasure, hear her breathy pants and gasps of pleasure tinged slightly with discomfort, as I filled her completely and our bodies met.

  She moaned softly as she squeezed and constricted around me, while gyrating her hips slowly before grinding me luxuriously, milking me hard with her tight sheath. Her slow rise and fall during her churning gyration, then the forward grind, was joined by her fingertips rolling and teasing my balls, sending even more waves of diverse pleasure rolling through my body.

  I could picture her in that moment, back arched and breasts proudly standing and pushed out, sitting straight up on my body, with a hand reaching back and down, and in my head she was teasing her own tits and nipples with her other hand. I really hoped she was, but I refused to open my eyes.

  “That feels amazing, baby,” I said in a voice strained with pleasure, and my own shallow and quick respiration.

  She giggled, making her pussy convulse and writhe around my sensitive length, “Standard cock massage technique, sir.”

  I snorted, even as I twitched in her heavenly depths.

  She said sensually, “Thank you, sir. For letting me spoil you, I know it’s driving you crazy.”

  I chuckle moaned, “Also enjoying it, a lot.”

  She replied softly, dreamily, “I love you, sir.”

  I twitched hard inside of her. We’d been dancing around that, it only being nine days we’d only said it with our eyes before now, but I’d felt it for a while as well. Our jumping in with both feet and being around each other almost constantly had accelerated things. I loved them both actually, but I’d yet to say it to either of them.

  “Love you too, baby. So much.”

  She quivered and clenched around me, as a breathy gasp escaped her lips.

  Then she started to ride me like a woman possessed. Bending down so she could work me with hip action alone while keeping her upper body relatively still, twerking her hips so fast as she slammed down on me again and again. I wasn’t even sure we were still doing the massage roleplay thing, until she spoke in panting breaths.

  “Vigorous cock massage, sir, as promised.”

  So I kept my eyes closed, despite the strong need to look into her eyes and see the burning love that was sure to find there with the insane manic lust my return confession had engendered in her. It was wild, beyond luxurious as her sex slid over and engulfed mine in heat, satiny friction, and massaging quivers, clenches, and ripples. She was pounding down on me with everything she had, and milking me hard with ever rise of her hips.

  Her breath was short, sharp, and ragged as I just endured the drowning sensations of pleasure.

  “I’m going to cum, baby,” I warned.

  She said breathily in joy, “Going, cum… with you, sir. So hard, so close. Ohmygod, sir. Liam, my Liam! Love you!”

  I grunted, said her name like a prayer, and I exploded up into her with powerful pulses as the pleasure hit me like an avalanche, overwhelming my senses and addling my mind as I filled her powerfully convulsing and rippling pussy. Milking me so hard as she continued to rock slightly and sloppily to make it better for both of us.

  Lianne was a screamer in bed, and she was keening, gasping, and trembling over me as her pussy writhed and milked me for as much seed as my body had to give.

  Then her sweet lips were on mine, kissing me languidly, moaning in deep satisfaction and after-bliss as we came down to Earth.

  I opened my eyes and saw tears of joy in hers, so caressed her face gently.

  “Love you, baby.”

  She giggled, “Love you too, sir. More than anything. I… it slipped.”

  I laughed.

  She blushed, “I didn’t mean to say it, been dying to say it for days. It just slipped out. I almost died, and then you said it back, and I got a little crazy.”

  I grinned, “I love your brand of crazy, Lianne.”

  She smiled, and she bit her lip, her eyes adoring and overwhelmed. She was an amazing woman.

  “Feel spoiled?”

  “Very,” I admitted, “and we can stay like this for five more minutes, while I hold you.”

  She sighed in contentment, her hot and messy pussy felt luxurious around my spent cock.

  We kissed deeply and often, and we adored each other for those five minutes. It wasn’t long enough, but we had a fourth to recruit into the family, and I needed her brilliant programming skills as well. To check on the A.I. as well as in the future, from capability updates and additions to security patches.

  As soon as we were done getting dressed and we’d cleaned up and had gotten presentable with magic, Misty appeared with a playful smirk on her face in the usual red robe dress she always wore save poolside and in battle.

  Misty said, “Cerise messaged a request for you to stop by her office when you get a chance today while you were in your meeting at the coffee shop, and Faith sent a message that she’d be a few minutes late.”

  My preference was not to be interrupted save an emergency, during meetings or sex. I’d also preferred the most liberal notification feature, normal conversation. If I needed exact times or the exact words used, I could bring it up on the visual augmented reality interface.

  “Tell Cerise I’ll stop by directly after lunch with Faith, and send, see you inside then, we’ll grab a table, to Faith. Oh, and ask her if she wants us to order for her.”

  She beamed, “Done, sir.”

  I pulled Lianne a bit closer with my arm around her, then teleported us outside the Japanese steak house we agreed to meet at. It was a couple of minutes of twelve, so we had about seven minutes to wait. We headed inside and were seated at one of the smaller tables for six since there’d only be three of us. We sat in the middle two seats that formed a U shape around the small grill area, which would give Faith the choice to either sit caddy corner to me or Lianne. I was curious which one she’d choose.

  Misty tilted her head, and she started to twirl her hair with her fingers while looking far too cute.

  Then she said, “Faith wants steak and shrimp, with a mountain dew.”

  Lianne said, “So what do you think is coming?”

  I shook my head, “No idea yet. I assume I’ll recognize the danger when I see it or hear about something that triggers Sara’s nonsensical and mysterious statement. That I’d already asked myself the question. Hopefully, it’s not the answer to the question, are we alone in the universe, or do aliens exist.”

  Lianne giggled, “Or the question, when will the world end.”

  I nodded in agreement, “So are you satisfied with things, I mean anything you feel a lack in?”

  Her lips twitched, “Checking in with me and us?”

  I shrugged, “Seemed like the thing to do, our relationship just jumped up a level with our declarations.”

  She said, “Everything is wonderful, with us anyway. You already spoil me, and make me feel cherished and desired, almost constantly.”

  As if to explain that last, she put her hand on mine and squeezed, which had been caressing her leg absently. She loved my constant touching, and I did hers.

  She asked, “Anything you would change?”

  I shook my head, “You’re perfect, baby. You’re not the only spoiled one.”

  She giggled.

  “Is that amusing?” I asked.

  She shrugged, “Most men would call it clingy and borderline stalkerish.”

  I snickered, “I love that in my women.”

  The chef came out with his cart, and I ordered two steak and shrimp for me and Faith, while Lianne got the chicken and shrimp. Of course, it all came with a huge portion of fried rice, mushrooms, onions, and all the rest. We also ordered two iced teas and that mountain dew when the waitress came by. Mine was unsweetened, and Lianne’s sweetened, just like our coffee preferences.

  The silence was comfortable as we watched the chef flip his knife and spatula around, making a show of it, and Faith walked in about halfway through, as the waitress delivered the drinks.

  Faith looked innocently angelic of beauty in the face and built for sex below the neck. She looked incredibly professional though, in a black pencil skirt down to just above her knees, and an off-white blouse buttoned up high enough to only show about an inch of her lush D cup cleavage. Her straight light buttery blonde hair was down, and it looked like a curtain of liquid sunlight flowing down her body.

  She gave us a professional and slightly nervous smile as she sat down, and she chose the seat caddy corner to me.

  “Good to see you again, Faith.”

  Faith replied, “You too, Liam, Lianne.”

  “You look worried?”

  Faith replied, “I’m loyal to Natasha and the principles of the foundation, I’m not really sure why we’re here, or what the business you have to discuss relates to.”

  Lianne’s hand froze my leg, and I took about five mental steps back in my intentions. She’d pretty much just suggested she was worried we wanted to use her as a spy, or to manipulate the database somehow. Or was that just my imagination? I didn’t think so, I could tell Lianne was tensed up by the implications in Faith’s words, on my behalf.

  Either way, none of that relaxed yet professional warmth I’d earned by keeping my eyes above her neck and treating her like an intelligent and gifted programmer and professional, instead of a sex object, remained in her in that moment.

  I think it was just her fear and uncertainty, that had led her to such a suspicion, and I wasn’t ready to dismiss the reasons I’d asked her to lunch because of it. Just noted that she clearly didn’t trust me, yet. At the same time, I totally backburnered the personal interest in her, suspecting it would be hard enough to lure her away from her current job. Natasha had given Faith her first break in the IT world, gotten her out of working as a call girl despite her master’s degree because she’d had trouble getting hired.

  So loyalty wasn’t surprising, nor was it a negative. Loyalty never was a negative in my eyes, but I wondered now if that loyalty would preclude her from leaving her job at all, no matter how good of an opportunity it was.

  I knew she’d be a challenge, but I’d expected it on the personal level, not the business one.