There was also a second person in the room. The guy was built at six feet and an inch, the same height as me but far more muscular where I was merely in shape with some definition. He had brown hair and hazel eyes, and he looked angry. I also felt a great power about him.

  “Who the fuck are you.”

  I smiled, “Not your enemy. If I get a choice.”

  The man chuckled at that, but still looked wary.

  Maggie said, “That’s Aphrodite’s champion, Levi Cox, and son of Zeus. He’s bailed me out of trouble a few times, though I’m surprised to see him here.”

  “Levi is it? I’m Jack. I’ve come to wake up our damsel.”

  Maggie snorted.

  Levi frowned, “I just heard, but Aphrodite won’t tell me who did this, and my mate hasn’t been able to heal her.”

  I nodded, “Her body is healed, but her spirit is separated from her body, she should wake up as soon as I fix that. And I’m fairly sure she’s going to want to pay back her poisoner herself. We kind of worked out an alliance, I’ve got her back.”

  Levi closed his eyes for a moment, then smiled. It was almost creepy, but I just waited the man out.

  His eyes opened, “My goddess tells me you’re really here to help, and you do have an alliance. Try to keep her out of trouble, will you?”

  “Is that likely to happen a lot?”

  He snorted, “You have no idea, the woman is a handful.”

  Maggie gasped, and I chuckled.

  Levi said, “Don’t get me wrong. She’s one of Aphrodite’s favorites, and the goddess is proud of her. She’s a good person, just a tad ambitious for her own good, and it gets her into trouble.”

  “I’m getting that impression.”

  Levi looked at the bed, then back at me, “Well, good luck. You… new?”

  I nodded, “Just woke my power today, in fact.”

  Levi smiled, “That makes more sense, you’ll take care of each other. Anyway, I’ll head out so you can do what you have to do. The power is a pain at first, but practice will get you there.”

  “Alright, thanks for the advice,” I said dubiously. This guy was too much, the way he talked it was like he was assuming we were a love match or something, and not in the midst of a business deal that included sex.

  Which was weird, that last part, but for a tantric witch it just made sense.

  He also looked totally confident, as if there were no doubts in his mind I was there to help. The level of faith he must have in his goddess was… unthinkable. I wouldn’t call myself a pessimist, but I had to admit a lot of my realism lined up with the views of pessimists. This world was messed up, after all.

  Levi left, and I turned to Maggie who looked annoyed.

  Maggie said, “He’s a great guy, but totally naïve.”

  “He seemed pretty sure we would be an item.”

  She blushed, “He… can sense compatibility in others as Aphrodite’s champion, but that doesn’t mean anything.”

  I nodded, “And how does she already know about our deal and that I’m on the level?”

  She bit her lip, “I’m one of her worshippers, and she can see some of my thoughts, at least when there’s feelings and thoughts involved that have to do with her mantle.”

  Oh, that was good to know, she’d been fantasizing about me in bed? I mean, I had to assume they weren’t thoughts of love, that was ridiculous. It was also unlikely she was thinking about me knocking her up. Which left beauty and pleasure. There was also the matter of her watching me fucking Katie my neighbor insensible, and I had been told I had a nice cock and knew how to use it more than once. Still, those fantasies of hers had to be recent, like within the last half hour, if the goddess had gleaned our deal from them.

  I supposed it was just good to know she was as attracted as I was, even if on a purely sexual level. That it was about her power. The sex was the means not the end, but the sex was still its own thing as well if she wanted me that badly. She’d clearly enjoyed her lifestyle anyway, no matter what the ultimate reason. Maybe I was overthinking it, but she seemed awfully cute in that moment as she blushed for me again.

  “Alright, let’s get this show on the road.”

  She seemed to understand my difficulty, I had no idea where to start.

  “Just feel your power in your head, the potential there, and focus on my soul and body becoming one.”

  I tried to do that. The magic felt like smooth velvet in my mind, like the tingling sensation of running your hand along something so soft. It was seductive, and almost too easy to get a hold of. I’d been expecting it to be harder, despite her telling me that demigod power was natural and intuitive to wield, unlike magic. Maybe what I did with the magic would take time to get used to, but the magic itself now that it was awakened seemed… eager to do my bidding. Natural as taking a breath of air into my lung.

  I focused on the idea of sending Maggie’s bright soul back into her body. The magic swarmed about her, but it couldn’t touch her. I realized the flaw in my thinking and her advice right away. I could command the dead, not souls in general, and perhaps demons but that wasn’t proven one way or the other yet. And disconnected or not, her soul was alive.

  It was why I hadn’t sent her away when I’d told them all to leave, and why my magic couldn’t touch her soul now. Which, left me with a conundrum. I dismissed the idea of killing her to stuff her soul in and then revive her. That sounded insane, and it probably wouldn’t work anyway.

  No, I had part of Hades power over the dead. I doubted I could resurrect anyone, but could I deny death? That was one of his powers related to that specific mantel I had a part of. He could bar dying, not just restore life or command the spirits of the dead.

  Maggie started to look nervous, so I went with that second idea. If I couldn’t touch her soul, I’d have to fix it with her body, somehow.

  My magic dove into her body and it felt like pulling on a silk glove. The information was vague and intuitive, but I felt her pending death. The specter of her end on this world. Deny death wasn’t exactly clear instructions, assuming I was even remembering Greek mythology correctly and that the myth was in fact reality.

  First, I tried to push it out, use my power to push the specter of her coming death away. That didn’t work. The second thing I focused on was covering the feeling of it with my magic instead and drawing it out. That seemed to work, the silk wrapped around the oily feeling, and as far as I could tell my magic ate it. It didn’t push it out or pull it out, or banish it, the specter of death was just gone. I mean that in a vague way, it wasn’t a real specter, just a feeling or sense she’d been on death’s door.

  That seemed to be enough, as her eyes widened, and her soul slammed into her body.

  She let out the sexiest sleepy moans I’d ever heard, as she woke up. She looked up at me with a wide smile.

  “Thank you,” she said warmly, with that seductive tinge as she stretched her whole body like a cat, “I feel better than I thought I would, Janice’s healing must have kept my body from atrophying the last few weeks.”

  “Janice?”

  She said, “Levi’s mate, one of them at any rate.”

  She smiled up at me seductively, which was shockingly effective given she was in a hospital gown and under blankets, at least until she pushed them down. She reached over and grabbed the top of my pants, and then pulled me forward.

  Before I knew what she was doing, she had me unzipped and her hand was fishing me out. I was frozen in surprise and disbelief, and I didn’t stop her as those full innocent lips took me in with a sweet moan. I mean, I was far from fresh, I’d been stomping about the city all day long in the heat looking for a job, but the sweat she must’ve tasted didn’t seem to bother her a bit.

  On the contrary, she was moaning deeply in enjoyment, like taking the first sip of morning coffee, or the taste of a delectable chocolate and a sip of wine. Her tongue was magic as it swirled the head, and her nose was buried against my stomach.

  I was of the grower variety, not a shower at all, and the sensations were beyond incredible as her nose didn’t move from my body. I grew from two inches flaccid to eight inches and thick in that hot and pleasurable mouth, and she didn’t even miss a beat as my lengthening cock hit the back of her throat and she swallowed the sensitive tip past her gag reflex.

  She was the most talented cocksucker that I’d ever felt wrapped around my dick.

  I knew she was doing it to recharge her magic. She’d probably been bone dry after being on death’s door for weeks. It was the only thing that made sense, but at the same time she really could have fooled me. Probably was fooling me, at the seductive and joyful noises she made, as if I was doing her a favor letting her suck me off. She was more than happy to be doing it, like I’d just fulfilled all her dreams by letting her pleasure me with her full lips, nimble tongue, and snugly warm throat.

  It was only when I’d achieved my full length that she backed off and popped off to take a breath, but she also left a lot of spittle behind which was easing the way for her soft sliding hand as her fingertips wrapped around me as far as they’d go with a firm squeeze.

  She looked up at me with those faux innocent eyes, set in that fair milky skinned innocent face.

  “I’ve been fantasizing about this for days. Your cock is perfect. I needed it in my mouth, and I can’t wait to feel it fill my naughty mouth. I need to fuck it too, but that can wait until we get home.”

  I grunted in agreement, and pleasure, as her hand arced over the tip sending tingles of pleasure through me, as her reversed fist went down my fat eight-inch length for a few strokes before she did it again. Then I was overwhelmed by the pleasure of her mouth again as she took me between her lips and looked up into my eyes with joyful contentment, as if that was her place in life and where she found joy, with a fat cock in her mouth.

  It was all too much, the amazing pleasure, her desire and need to be doing it, and the words she’d spoken which still rang in the vault of my mind. It had also been a few days since I’d dropped a load, my friends with benefits neighbor and cougar Katie had been the last time, so my stamina for a first round was far from its best.

  She didn’t take me in her throat again, but instead bobbed shallowly while blowing my mind with the way her hand jacked and twisted my base, milking me hard while her tongue lavished and swirled around the tip and under the ridge where it was so damned sensitive. Her sweet needy moans and wide brown eyes both begged for my seed.

  I grunted, “Close, Mags,” as I grabbed her hair but otherwise let her control it. That seemed to really set her off, either saying I was close or fisting her hair, and she went at my cock even harder with a devotion for my sperm that blew my mind.

  “Fuck, baby,” I breathed out in awe, and she moaned deeply in wanton approval as she continued to jack my base and suck hard as I pulsed my seed between her innocent lips and coated her tongue and throat. The luxurious pleasure of it was unreal, and it was one of the most potent orgasms I’d felt in a long time. It was the illicit thrill of being blown in a hospital room, her wanton abandon and need to suck my cock, and her sweet sounds of enjoyment all adding to the most incredible physical sensations I’d ever felt from a blow job.

  Then she shuddered and trembled, her throat rhythmically swallowing after every pulse as she joined me in bliss.

  She was still moaning softly as she came down and was suckling my cock like a contented baby suckling its mother’s teat. She was… unbelievably hot, and despite myself and my doubts I couldn’t help but be a bit awed, and even like her more. A shallow response to the pleasure she just gave me in such a wanton way, but me knowing the cause didn’t make me completely immune to the effect, just a little wary.

  “Did you just cum from…” I trailed off, saying it out loud was just too outrageous.

  She giggled as she popped off my cock, and her other hand came out from under the blankets and she held it up to my face. It was covered with her liquid pleasure. Still, she’d cum right after I started blasting inside of her, but the fact she was Jilling herself while blowing me made a lot more sense to that end result. At the very least though, to time it so exactly to me filling her mouth, my explosion of bliss had to have been a big push in that direction.

  I surprised her by grabbing her wrist, and I sucked her fingers clean as I looked into her eyes. Her taste was delicious, and I was looking forward to getting some from the source, later.

  She asked, “Did you feel it?”

  I grinned, “I felt it alright.”

  She snorted, “Not that, though I’d hope so on that score, the amount of magic swirling around us as I sucked it in.”

  “Not a thing,” I said bemused, as she took me back in and proceeded to suck all her spit mixed with my cum off my cock. It was cleaner than when she’d started sucking me off, when she gently packed it away.

  She said, “Well that tells us you’re not sensitive to magic, and you won’t have witchcraft. Not a bad thing, but you’ll be dependent on me and other allies to place wards and such on your interests, and for coverups.”

  I nodded, not really fussed about it. Figuring out my own power would be enough to worry about, and keeping the saucy nymph sated would keep me busy too.

  She added, “I’m also full up right now, but at home that won’t be a problem. The wards will hold magic for me for a very long time, like a battery. A witch is most powerful in their domain, though I have jewels that can carry magic as well. Point being, that was amazingly incredible, and I came from that as much as I did my hand and having your cock fill my mouth.”

  “Really? I’m that good?”

  She laughed, “I’ve slept with three men at once, fucking and sucking for hours until all three were completely spent and limp dicked, and the magic I got from that isn’t even close to what you just gave me. As for you being good, we’ll find out later, when you can reciprocate.”

  I nodded thoughtfully, that went back to what made it a good deal for her, even if a bit dangerous.

  “I think I called you Mags.”

  She grinned, “You did, and I don’t mind, I mean I liked it. That, Maggie, cum bucket, fuck slave, take your pick.”

  “How about saucy nymph. I’m not going to degrade you.”

  She shrugged, “They’re not degrading to me, I own those words, and I’m proud of who I am. I’m a tantric witch. They’re also accurate, I’m here to suck and fuck at your whim, remember.”

  I nodded, “Maybe, but up until an hour ago I was human, and if I use those words, they’d feel negative to me. I don’t judge you for your sexuality, so you’ll have to be happy with saucy nymph, Mags, Maggie, or… I don’t know yet. Baby doesn’t fit you, you’re too… not that.”

  She giggled, “That wouldn’t offend me either, but I’ll take that as a compliment?”

  I shrugged, “You can, though that word isn’t a negative thing either, it just doesn’t fit you, where saucy nymph does.”

  She smiled, “Doesn’t bother me, if you don’t get a sexual thrill out of using me as your cum dump while you tell me that I am one, then we’ll go with what does turn you on. I have to admit, you’ve impressed me today. Most men would and do jump on the chance to treat a woman like that, would’ve missed half the catches in the deal we made, and I go with it because it works and turns them on. You like my bold sauciness?”

  I nodded, “I do. No apologies, shock and awe, and take no prisoners, there’re worse things to be and worse ways to live.”

  She winked, looked pleased, then looked around and got up. Her shoulders shrugged off the hospital gown, and I added no modesty to her list of attributes as she stretched, twisted, and showed off her body for me while giving me an innocent almost bashful look on her face. Oh yeah, she was a manipulative one alright, but there was nothing wrong with it. As long as I didn’t let her take advantage, I could even enjoy that aspect of her seductive personality.

  I’d pretty much seen it all already, save three places. Her two nipples were as mouthwateringly large as the bumps on her soul’s micro-bikini had implied. They were a lovely soft pink color, that looked so inviting on her fair milky and silky skin. Her sex was fat on a lovely mound, her labia generous and beautiful, the kind that could be nibbled, licked, and sucked into my mouth all at the same time.

  She also had an amazing ass. It was tight, rounded, and delicious.

  Damn, I was going to have some fun with her here soon, and hopefully we wouldn’t die anytime soon. I hadn’t forgotten that little wrinkle in my new job. Bodyguard, gigolo, ally, and student. We’d both have enemies, and apparently it was likely my own father would either want to kill me or demand I go to the underworld.

  Screw that.

  She walked over to the cabinets, and searched them, then sighed in disgust as she picked up the micro-bikini that I’d seen her wearing in her soul form and she held it up for me.

  “They must’ve taken me right from the backyard to the hospital, and my piece of shit brother didn’t even bother to pack me a bag of clothes for the sake of appearances. I’ll have to go home in scrubs.”

  She got back into the bed and hit the call button when she was covered in the gown again, at least enough for minimal modesty.

  I walked over to the side of the bed and sat in the chair. I figured it’d be a while before we could go, so I might as well take a load off. Even a voluntarily release against the doctor’s advice would take time for all the forms and stuff to get done.

  Chapter Three

  She’d told me she was rich, and I’d been thinking some few millions, maybe. I reassessed that impression as the taxi took us into the richest area just north of the city. Where the walled estates were. At that point, I had to assume she was at least nine digits rich, if not in the billionaire range. Filthy rich, really. I wasn’t upset by the idea, not really, five hundred grand was plenty for preventing her death, she didn’t owe me shit past that, no matter how much money she had.

  Still, her wealth being available to me while we were allies, and I was her protector, magic source, and I kept her sated wasn’t a bad deal at all. I wasn’t a boytoy, that much I knew, I’d be earning it, and it was a business deal not a relationship. Though I had to admit, I was already impressed with her, and the amount of pleasure she’d given me had my head spinning at the time, and also looking forward to how good a fuck she must be.