Point being, she got off on the mental and emotional aspects of the act as much as she did the physical pleasures in the way I pounded her tight little ass.

  I caressed her ass softly, in awe at her soft moans of delighted pain and naughty pleasure as she got used to me. Her tight puckered star was obscenely stretched out around my fat cock. Even looking at it with proof before my eyes, it looked impossible that it could fit.

  She was so hot and tight around me, only the liberal lubrication on both of us made it possible without great pain. Her tight ass milked me impossibly hard as I slowly pulled out, and her gasping pant of pleasure as I stroked back into that heated and snug paradise sent pleasure racing through my body.

  I slowly worked my way up to hardcore full strokes of my cock, there was no doubt in my mind that she was loving the harsh ass pounding, because she was bucking back against me with cries of pleasure, deep moans of dirty bliss, and delighted submissive pain from the burn. Harder than she even did during normal doggie style. She was impaling her ass back on me with wanton abandon and submissively wild surrender.

  She said breathily, “So good, fucking my ass. I love the burn when you fuck my ass. How full I feel, how naughtily submissive I am for you. You know that don’t you, sir? I’m your naughty ass-slut, and love taking it up my tight little ass. Sir… don’t stop, pound my slutty ass, sir!”

  Her ass was too good, too tight and milking me so hard, but I managed to hold back my own pleasure as I nailed her ass hard and fast through her rhythmic convulsions as her sphincter closed like a vice around me. After that first time, she came often and hard for me over the next ten minutes or so. Twice, she rolled right into even more potent orgasms before fully coming down from the one before. It was somewhere around six or seven when I was completely overwhelmed by the pleasure her wild submission and tight little ass was engendering in my body.

  I grunted, “Now,” as I pulled out, and she twisted around and reached eagerly for my cock, aiming it as she squeezed hard and stroked the base as fast as she could for me.

  The ecstasy struck like a tsunami, not just from the ass fucking, or her wildly stroking hand, but from the submissive love, devotion, and wildly naughty anticipation in her eyes as they begged me to cum all over her face, to mark her tits and body with my seed. Those loving submissive and needy eyes, and the way her face twisted in dirty and naughty need was what threw me over the hardest.

  The first rope of seed hit her cheek and lips, and part of it passed through her slightly parted lips. Her jerking motions became a bit sloppy, and it was mind-blowing as I saw her eyes widen in pleasure as she started to tremble with a deep wanton keen of joyful bliss as the second rope was half on her cheek and half down her neck. The last four pulses painted her large tits, with potent surges of pleasure wracking our bodies.

  I collapsed to the side and onto my back, my eyes never leaving her face or tits.

  She gave me a happy and sated dreamy look as she started to scoop up the globules of cum from her neck and face, then let out a satisfied moan of pleasure as she sucked them clean. The show wasn’t over, as she gripped the bottom of her massive D cups, and she bowed her head and started to lick the rest of my cum up.

  She sighed in contentment when she was done, and then I felt my body tingle again as she cuddled up into me. The scent of sex and all the sticky sweat and mixed completion was gone from our bodies, which just reinforced the idea she loved eating my cum off her body after I’d marked her, because she could’ve just cleaned that up with magic too.

  “You’re amazing,” I said in an awe-tinged voice.

  She made a happy noise, “You are, sir. I’m yours.”

  “Always,” I said softly as I pulled her close, and we kissed for a while. I didn’t want to move.

  She said, “It’s the awe in your gaze, and the grateful and amazed pleasure in your eyes. The way you look at me like I’m precious and like I’m totally the whole world to you even as you paint my body with your hot sticky seed. That’s why I enjoy that so much. I never have before though I allowed it during some gangbangs. Most men that want to cum on a woman do it to degrade and dominate, but you make me feel cherished even as I get a kinky thrill out of being your submissive slut and being marked. It makes those kinky needs feel intimate and loving, which totally does it for me.”

  “Allowed it?”

  She shrugged, “It would just ruin the night to refuse, and it’s hard to object to a guy painting my back while I’m being fucked in my mouth and pussy at the same time in a rocking rhythm. Plus it was a little hot, but I didn’t really enjoy it. I didn’t hate it either, it was just easier to go with the flow and heat of the night.”

  “Do you ever miss it?” I asked curiously.

  She smiled, “Never, I don’t regret a pleasurable moment of it, but no. Maggie and I talked about that a few weeks ago. We are very much alike that way, pleasure sluts that both enjoy sex and in worship to our goddess, but the addition of love to the equation makes it incomparable. Going back to that raw pleasure without intimacy would feel totally empty now, and you and our other mates more than satisfy those desires in me. It’s all in the past. I may just be eighteen, but I’ll never have any regrets that way, or temptations, because of that past. I’ve been there, done that, and this is far more fulfilling. Even the extra stimulation parts, you’re very… adept at using toys to simulate the same overwhelming sensations of a DP or even being airtight. I love you, sir.”

  “I love you too, baby.”

  She sighed softly in contentment and caressed my chest, as I caressed her back and played with her wavy golden blonde tresses.

  “How about you, sir? Any fantasies you haven’t mentioned? Outside of peeing on me or true pain, I can’t imagine there’s anything I wouldn’t do for you.”

  I laughed, “You’re all kinkier than I am.”

  She giggled, “Says the man that has his tongue up my ass at least twice a day, and that keeps me more sated than an entire fraternity could, and our mates too.”

  I laughed, “Good point. I don’t know, roleplay might be fun, but we don’t really need it. I’m in awe of our normal sex life, and you all seem to be very satisfied.”

  She bit her lip, “We could totally dress up as naughty schoolgirls, and report to the principal’s office for a spanking, sir. Of course, no one would blame you if the temptations of our young nubile flesh overcame your good sense.”

  I chuckled, even as I stirred at that idea, “You talked about this too?”

  She shrugged, “We may have discussed it. We could also give you lap dances, I bet Elena would blow all our minds that way. I’m already living the secretary fantasy, even though I’m an editor.”

  I smiled, that was true enough, whenever she got bored while we worked, she usually found her way under our desks to relieve stress, so to speak.

  “Slutty cheerleaders and their lecherous coach?”

  We didn’t really need games, but it could be fun, so why the hell not?

  She giggled, “We could totally do that, though it might take some fast talking to get Elena on board Maggie and I could pull it off.”

  I nodded, Elena’s submission and kinks were wild but also on the passive side. She liked to be manhandled and controlled, not take orders or take the aggressive position so much, even when encouraged by me to do so.

  The talk had also woken me up below, and I dragged her body over mine, lined myself up, and impaled her from underneath to her gasping delight. She loved it when I just took her like that without asking, or even giving her a choice, and we hadn’t had normal sex yet after all. Might as well enjoy all three of her holes during our private time together.

  The craziest thing about it was it was just another Sunday morning…

  Chapter Three

  There was quite a development as we headed downstairs after our private time. Bonnie and I entered the kitchen. We could tell from our mating blessing our other mates were in there, and it was a lot more packed than I’d expected. There were all eight coven witches I knew well already standing by the counter sipping coffee. Angela, Valerie, Raina, and Karen who I’d already introduced, so won’t mention them further.

  Casey was a tall and lithe medium brunette. Janet was a petite golden blonde a few shades lighter than my Bonnie, with a mischievously beautiful face. Sierra was lushly curvaceous like my Maggie, with blue black hair and gray eyes. There was one more of course to make nine, Maggie was the matriarch and tenth in the coven, but Meredith was at the coffee house today. She was a cute light blonde with a tall lithe body, extremely similar to Angela that way in hair, eyes, and body, even looks.

  I’d found out that Meredith and Angela were half-sisters, same mother.

  Maggie and Elena were at the table, and she was seated with eight other witches who looked familiar, but that I didn’t recognize as coven. Rather than blunder in, I headed over to the coffee maker and made a cup for me and Bonnie. I felt warmed by the six smiles sent my way, only two of the eight coven witches present ignored our entrance into the room out of nervousness.

  It was while I was making the coffee when the truth finally joggled out of my brain. They were familiar because I’d seen them before. If only for a few minutes, on the night I took out the Twilight Flame coven. They were eight of the additional twenty-nine witches that had rejected Maggie’s offer to join her nascent coven. If they were here because they’d reconsidered then the coven would go from ten in total including Maggie, to eighteen, in just a few moments. If that happened, we’d only have a few rooms left on the second floor, so it’d be time to get started on our expansion plans as well.

  Rather than jump to conclusions, I just leaned against the counter and listened, while Bonnie leaned against me. I kind of wanted to say hi and kiss my mates, but I’d survive, and I didn’t want to throw Maggie off. Still, it was an annoyance, and it outlined just how affectionate we were with each other, it felt wrong not to kiss them after not seeing them for a bit.

  I took a sip of coffee.

  Maggie tilted her head, “So let me get this straight. You’ve all been watching my coven and staying independent while deciding what to do, but you kept in touch with each other?”

  They all exchanged glances, and a rather voluptuously sexy redhead answered.

  “Not as an organized group or coven, and not to trade notes about you and the Crystal Rose coven. Though we were all keeping an eye on you and our options open separately, we didn’t actually discuss it until this morning. Think of it like a support group, not as witches but as victims of sexual abuse. That’s why we were staying in touch and meeting for breakfast three times a week. We’ve all been trying to get past what happened to us.

  “But Oak Circle is getting more annoying in recruiting the independents, and you have been stable, and despite the coven being run by a son of Hecate now, so far their coven has avoided yours.”

  Maggie nodded, “I get that, Cindy. But I dislike the idea of being the least of two bad choices. The current nine members and I enjoy a warm supportive atmosphere. The coven well and magic is used to strengthen us all, as I explained that night. I don’t hoard the advantages and magic for my own gain. I am displeased it took desperation to bring you to my door.

  “While I feel empathy for your situation, I want to make things very clear. If I choose to take you in at this time it will be with that understanding in mind. If you still harbor doubts, start to sow discord in my coven, or act in a selfish manner you will be asked to leave. I also won’t accept you without an oath and taking on the marque, I will not be used as a temporary shelter, you’re either joining my coven for the good of all and with the intention of permanence, or you should leave.”

  Damn, it still turned me on beyond reason when my Maggie got all ruthless.

  A tall and statuesque white blonde with brown eyes said, “We do get that, we wouldn’t be here otherwise. I can’t speak for everyone here, but I needed to be alone to get my life back together. With the support of friends that could relate,” she waved a hand at the others, “But without any expectations put on me. Yes, we were wary of a coven working with three demigods, but you seem to have defied expectations on that count, and I’m ready to get back in the game now.”

  They all nodded, including Cindy.

  Maggie said, “You’ve all been through a lot, and though I get what you’re saying, there’s more healing in helping others,” she looked around at all of them, “Do you all feel the same as Carol?”

  They all nodded.

  Maggie nodded, “Very well. I don’t want to start out on a threatening foot, but I would advise anyone planning to use my coven as a temporary shield until the son of Hecate moves along, to move along, and perhaps move from the city. You will be fed here, supported, but if you bring poison into my house then I will make you regret it.”

  They all replied with understanding, and no one left.

  Maggie stood, “Everyone with me. We’ll do the ceremony and paperwork, then you’ll all be free to move in.”

  Everyone got up and followed Maggie out, who spared a small smile in my direction but otherwise maintained her take no prisoners matriarch persona. She was so damned sexy. Everyone but Elena that is, who came over to us, claimed a kiss, and refilled her own coffee cup.

  “I assume they were all honest?”

  Elena giggled, “Yes, though they didn’t all speak, and I can’t judge the truthfulness of nods. Still, I got the impression they were regretting not joining to begin with, and Oak Circle is only part of it. I think Maggie was just… setting expectations. Almost doubling the size of her small coven to a decently sized one in one fell swoop can create waves and disruptions. Still worth it though, if they’re honest in their reasons for coming, like Cindy and Carol were.”

  Bonnie asked, “So, how do you feel about hot cheerleader scenarios?” and I almost choked on my coffee.

  Elena asked, “You mean a puerile male fantasy where we all dress up in skimpy skirts, tight half shirts, and do amazingly slutty things together while showing off our limber bodies, and follow all of coach’s naughty directions?”

  Bonnie giggled, “Exactly,” she said breathily and rather dreamily, while bouncing excitedly on her toes. Which made her huge tits bounce and my IQ drain as I was mesmerized.

  Elena smirked in delight, “Sounds like fun.”

  I groaned, which made both of them giggle naughtily.

  Bonnie started to walk off.

  “Where are you going?” I asked curiously.

  Bonnie winked at me over her shoulder, “I need to order the uniforms of course, I might as well get stripper outfits and slutty catholic schoolgirl uniforms as well.”

  Elena was still cackling, as my hot blonde disappeared out of the kitchen.

  “It was just pillow talk,” I noted partially in disbelief.

  Elena giggled, “Guess not, our vivacious vixen seems to be really excited by the idea.”

  “You?”

  Elena nodded, then shrugged, “It’s not really my kink per say, but Maggie and Bonnie will love being naughty sluts of various types for you, and so will you. I’ll do it for that reason alone, Mr. principal, sir.”

  Right. We were all like that. I mean, all of us generous in bed for the mates we loved, I should’ve seen that coming.

  “How about you, any kinky fantasies more your flavor for us to do?”

  Elena shook her head, “You already fulfill them all, my love. I better remind her to buy a stripper pole if she’s getting the outfits.”

  “I think she was thinking lap dances.”

  She giggled, “Those are twenty bucks, sir, and no touching. But I take singles for the pole dancing,” she said in that deliciously smoky and sultry voice of hers, obviously getting into the roleplay spirit of things. Then she leaned up into me, and nibbled my ears, “I’ll dance for you anytime you ask. I miss dancing, and the idea of dancing exotically for you makes me tingle. Maybe it is my kink after all, strippers and cheerleaders anyway, they both dance provocatively, and I love to drive you crazy.”

  As she would’ve said, since I had the same blessing, truth.

  Damn, they were going to kill me. I wasn’t sure if she was messing with me or not, about the stripper pole I mean, until she actually left to catch up with Bonnie… leaving me alone in the kitchen with a hard as hell dick straining at my shorts and half a mug of coffee in my hand.

  The rest of the morning was taken with the onboarding of the eight new coven members. Besides Cindy and Carol, there was Lane, a lovely brunette soft beauty with an average body that was nonetheless very in shape. Tia had black hair tinged with red, and also had an average body though was a little top heavy, with generous C cups but a very thin ass and hips. Dana and Helen were sisters, and both on the petite side of average with very light golden blonde hair. Susan was athletic with black hair and dark blue eyes, and lastly was Leanne who was a bright red-haired woman on the lithe side of average.

  They were all attractive, and in their early thirties, on average ten years older than everyone else in the coven. Perhaps that was part of why Maggie was so firm with them in the beginning, at nineteen she was the youngest witch in the coven, not counting Bonnie who technically wasn’t a witch or even in the coven, despite witchcraft being her thing. Though, the adorable Valerie was nineteen as well. Regardless, it had been the youngest and least experienced that had followed Maggie that first night, the older ones going their own way.

  Given Bonnie had been teaching them the last month, I think the new arrivals will be surprised at just how competent the coven is in magic even in their relative youth. So far I’d stayed out of their way. At the moment, the others in the coven were settling them in after lunch, helping them unpack, eight to eight was a perfect ratio for that, with Maggie with us at the moment and Meredith at the coffee store.