She looked up at me with lust in her eyes, her lips slightly parted, and she said, “I’m sixty years younger,” and gave me a sexy come fuck me look as she licked her lips.

  Well, hell. We could talk later.

  I claimed her pouty lips and they were silken smooth and conformed to mine as she let out a breathy pant of excitement and arousal, then moaned into my mouth as her arms went around my neck. Pulling me down and her up, to heat up the kiss to demanding, all while she ground her body against mine.

  Then she broke it, and she stepped back with a naughty look in her eyes. Her dress went over her head, and her firm creamy torpedo B cups stood up proudly, fully revealed and she hadn’t been wearing a bra. Her nipples were huge, and a dark brown. She winked saucily, turned away from me and bent over at the waist, pushing down her panties. Both revealing the perfection of her bubbled ass, and her large mouthwatering mound with petite light brown labia that were already wet.

  Then she bent over her worktable, and she wiggled her ass in invitation.

  She said sultrily as she looked over her shoulder and stuck her ass higher, “It’s been so long since I’ve been properly plowed by a man and felt him empty into me. Don’t worry, I’m not fertile, not at my true age, and while my magic can heal disease, you are immune to that kind of thing.”

  “You are so fucking hot, Brenna. You’re also a naughty witch,” I accused.

  She grinned, “How do you know I’m hot, you’re not inside me… yet. And yes, I am that, Mark.”

  Damn, I kicked off my shoes and pushed down my jeans and stepped out of them, then walked forward and spanked her firmly.

  She gasped, “Yes, like you mean it. I knew you’d be a man about it.”

  I spanked her again, then rubbed my cockhead up and down her labia, just to be sure she was really ready. The heat of her silken folds and the pleasure of gliding along them was potent, and I couldn’t believe I was about to fuck Brenna. The woman that was just close to ninety didn’t look a day older than eighteen, and no wonder she was a flirt, she was sexy as hell.

  Also probably a slut, but I wasn’t going to say no to such a lovely offer.

  She was more than ready, lubing up my tip with her liquid anticipation, and I lined up and shoved it in. She pushed against the wall over the table for leverage, and she rolled her hips to stick her ass up higher as she pushed back, impaling herself as hard as I’d thrust forward.

  “So hot, and so tight.”

  She moaned in agreement, but said sultrily, “So hot, and so big in me. I knew you’d have a big fuck stick.”

  I started to rock and push into her an inch at a time, and it took eight full strokes to bury my eight inch and girthy cock.

  Her hot flesh clung to my cock with heat and silken friction, and when I was buried, she clenched around me so tightly I doubted I could pull out. When she rolled her hips her pussy gripped me and milked me hard, sending pleasure crashing through my body.

  A moan left my lips unbidden, and I gave her a sharp spank that had her quivering and gasping in pain, only to moan in delight as she convulsed around me.

  She said breathily, “I might have a barely legal body now, but I’m still an eighty-seven-year-old slut with enough experience to know how to fuck and please a real man. Now plow my pussy, own me, and treat me like the witchy slut I am. It’s been far too long since I’ve felt an out-of-control pounding.”

  “You are so bad.”

  She replied, “You have no idea, yet,” and then she cried out as I spanked her other ass cheek.

  Then I started to pound her hard, just like she’d asked me to. I grabbed her gorgeous silky auburn hair and pulled tightly while my fingers dug commandingly into her waist and half on the swell of her hip. I plowed through her, the full length of my cock, enjoying the intense pleasure of our sliding sexes, and the way she worked me blew my fucking mind.

  I mean, I wasn’t a stranger to sex, but she came through on her promise in a big way, she was a talented slut with decades of experience. Her convulsing, contracting, and clenching pussy worked in perfect harmony with her slight grinds, hip rolls, and all of it designed to raise up our pleasure to new heights. A lot of it surprisingly subtle in movement but devastating in effectiveness. She felt amazing around me, her hot flesh grasping my cock and giving it pleasure it’d never felt before. She was wild, and not a quiet lay at all.

  She was a screamer, and the harder my fingers dug into her flesh, the harder I pulled back on her hair, and the harder I pounded home into her pussy, the crazier she got.

  Then she was cumming like a sudden squall at sea, her wildly rippling and clenching pussy sending pleasure in rolling undulating waves of bliss through my body. It was too intense, it’d been at least a month since I’d dipped my cock, and I’d never had it in a woman so hot, or a woman quite so good at fucking.

  I grunted, “Brenna, fuck your hot.”

  She screamed, as my cock twitched, and then started to pulse inside of her, as my ropes of seed filled my cock’s paradise.

  She shuddered, and started to cum around me, rolling into a new more powerful orgasm as her hot nubile body milked me for everything I had. Sucked the cum right out of me, and I felt a little dizzy with the masterful release.

  She moaned softly in contentment as she came down, pushed me back with her ass so I fell out, then spun around and went to her knees. She looked up at me hungrily, then in perverse ecstasy as she took my cum covered cock into her hot mouth and moaned in pleasure at our mixed taste. She even milked me a bit, to see if there was anything left. Then cleaned me up with her tongue, before standing back up. She arched her back, stuck her tits out, and looked at me dreamily.

  “So much better than I imagined, and my expectations were high.”

  I shook my head, “What just happened?”

  She cackled, “You were seduced by a slut.”

  I laughed, “You’re too much.”

  She winked.

  “Okay. I need your email address to send you all my spells, in a mobi document. My great granddaughter wanted all the family’s spells on her kindle, if you can imagine. Anyway, let me tell you what else is on the table.

  “Some of the spells require a coven of seven, nine, or thirteen witches. You have the power of a full coven, but not the breadth of a full coven. For that you’d need me, so if you ever want to try one of those spells, I’m up for helping you out.”

  “A coven of two?”

  She shrugged, “It’s enough variety, and you’ve enough power. Both male and female, a lot of spells like that have a duality, and is meant for two casters at the center of a circle. Me and you will be able to cast anything.”

  I nodded.

  She winked, “I’m also yours whenever you want me. Come by the store, summon me to your home, I’m your willing slut, always. Not only because of what you are, or what you just did for me, or because I’m a naughty slut, but because I like you. You were a good kid, and now you’re a kind man, but also a man that can take charge when it comes to whoopie.”

  “Whoopie?”

  She smirked, “I’m eighty-seven, some of my terms will be outdated. Get over it, angel face.”

  I laughed.

  “Okay, all that sounds… great, honestly.”

  She smirked, and then dropped to her knees, and started to suck me off.

  I almost objected, she still hadn’t filled me in on what I was and all that, but then I remembered I wasn’t an idiot. There was a hot and wild naked redhead sucking me off, it could wait.

  Brenna had the most talented lips I’d ever had the pleasure of around my cock, and her tongue was pure magic. She had me moaning in short order, and the way she looked up at me was driving me crazy. The pure lust in her eyes as she serviced me was unreal, but there was also a naughty enjoyment on her face, as she moaned around me, hummed to vibrate my cock, and swirled her tongue around the tip.

  All while her hand jerked, twisted, and caressed my cock in perfect concert.

  She looked so sexy, erotic as hell, even more so with my cock in her mouth.

  When the pleasure overwhelmed me, and I started to coat her tongue, she milked me hard with sucking lips, shallow bobs just past the sensitive head, and jerks of the base. It was exquisite, and the witchy slut started to tremble and shake, her body riddled by a minor orgasm as she swallowed my cum and felt me pulse between her pouty lips.

  She moaned dreamily, milked me a little bit more as I came down, then popped off. She grabbed her dress and underwear, and pulled them on, then winked at me, gave me a lingering hot tongue kiss, and then spanked my ass as she left the room.

  I shook my head at her cheek, and I got dressed myself.

  When I went out there, she was back behind her counter, with the door unlocked, but the store was still empty save for us.

  Annoyed for some reason I couldn’t understand, I stepped up behind her and mauled her breast through the dress, then pulled up her skirt and started to rub her between the legs.

  She just gasped, spread her legs for me like the willing slut she promised to be, and let me do whatever I wanted. I slipped my fingers around her panties, and then slipped them inside and started to fingerbang her.

  I wasn’t even sure where this aggression was coming from, but it turned me on seeing her pant for me, as she turned her head up and to the side to look up into my eyes in surrender to my strong and insistent hands. I think she was even a little turned on by the idea of someone walking into the store, and seeing her being violated so forcefully behind her counter.

  Then she clenched around my fingertips, and I felt her liquid satiation soak my fingers and palm, as she trembled and came in my arms.

  “So hot, my wild witch.”

  Her eyes widened, “You claim me?”

  I nodded, “I do. I remember you too, Brenna, fondly. It’s why I came to you, and I’ll be using your body often, and consulting you, being a slut isn’t your only experience,” she giggled and nodded, and I said, “Now explain the spell, and who and what I am.”

  She bit her lip, “Then I belong to you, Mark. The spell was a white magic sacrifice spell. It has to be done willingly. You sacrificed eighty years of your lifeforce to restore my youth, but take eighty years away from eternity, and you still have eternity.”

  “Huh?”

  She smiled, “Your body is immortal. Your body can be killed, but you’ll never age. Your kind are the only ones that can cast that spell without true sacrifice.”

  I pondered that, “No herb pouch?”

  She said, “A sacrifice to the gods. It’s not necessary for you to use them, because you are a god, Mark. You are the sun god, Apollo, son of Zeus, reborn.”

  I frowned, “You’re serious.”

  She nodded, “I don’t understand it. Anyway, that’s why I blew you first, I wanted to be able to say I got plowed by and sucked off a god.”

  I laughed, “Wild witch.”

  She shrugged, “You’d be surprised, I wasn’t a slut the first time around. Not until my second sexual awakening when I was about forty. I’m not going to waste a moment this time around. My hot body was meant to be used and bring joy to cocks. I can’t get pregnant, and magic can keep me clean. Witches tend to be earthy and have very healthy sex lives and drives, I’m living this second life to the limits, and I’ll enjoy every second of it.”

  I grinned, “You’re too much, Brenna. So, out with it.”

  She said, “All the gods can cast witch magic, but it’s not your true powers as a god. It can be useful, your immortal body will heal relatively fast, but no where near as fast as a shifter. Healing spells could come in handy, so learn that one fast. You can also learn magic I wouldn’t bother, or don’t bother, casting. Herbs can be expensive, so for instance, it’s not worth keeping my house clean with magic instead of a vacuum, soap, and elbow grease. But for you…”

  I nodded, “Got it. I’ll get the file in my kindle app and peruse it tonight. So, godly powers?”

  She shrugged, “As Apollo you have the power of the sun, hence the glowing light, and being able to throw burning light at things. Start fires. That will be useful against your enemies for sure. Your vision might’ve been a real foretelling, which is troubling. If all the gods have been reborn however, the next few months and years will be… unpredictable.

  “Regardless, Apollo was known to be a seer. He was also all about art and leisure, which fits you too.”

  “True.”

  She said, “There are also shared powers, that all gods have. The immortal body and faster healing for instance on that one. I suspect scrying may be another, since you were able to look at a distant place. Or distance viewing might be a better word, since scrying uses mirrors or still water. You shouldn’t need to sleep either, you can, but a focus of will should restore your body.”

  I nodded slowly, that last one, I think I did that already when I woke up that morning to overcome my hangover.

  She shrugged, “If there’s anything else I don’t know what it could be. You’ll have to experiment. I also can’t say why the gods have been reborn, and you don’t seem to know it either, or have memories of your past incarnations on the planet. But it does explain the veil falling. Twenty-one years ago, likely when the first wave of gods were reborn. They were no longer there to maintain the veil, and of course you all probably wouldn’t want to be born into a world without magic being general knowledge.”

  I pondered that, then I told her about June, and our connection. I hadn’t been planning to mention June, but I trusted her and wanted her thoughts on it.

  She bit her lip, “A novel, at fifteen? I bet she’s Calliope’s new incarnation. The muse of epic poetry, or as we know it now, novels. I also suspect it because the nine muses were closely aligned with Apollo, being muses of the arts, music, song, and dance. All art forms and leisure activities.

  “I suspect she has the powers of inspiration, and seduction. They’re also weaker than you, all gods are not equal, and you were the son of Zeus. Practically speaking, it means she probably can’t far see you, the way you can her, but she will sense the connection you’re sensing.”

  “Seduction?”

  She shrugged, “The muses are the original nymphs, goddesses. Of course, she’s just twenty-one, who knows if she’s discovered the depths of her sensuality yet?”

  “Anything else I should know?”

  She bit her lip, “Not that I can think of right now.”

  I spanked her, “Be at my house, after you close. You’ll cook for me, and then warm my bed.”

  She smirked, “Tell a man he’s a god, and he gets all arrogant.”

  I raised an eyebrow, “You mind?” I wouldn’t speak to any woman that way, but I thought she’d like it and she had said she was mine.

  She laughed, “No, I’m wet and so turned on at the idea of being your plaything that I’ll serve you breathlessly and faithfully, Mark. Your borderline arrogance and potent confidence turns me on, but I’m not just a slut, I’m a cheeky slut.”

  I kissed her deeply, and then caressed her cheek, looking into her light blue eyes.

  “You are my plaything in bed, but out of bed you’re my wild witch.”

  She blushed, as she got lost in my eyes, “Yes, angel face. I’ll remember I have value beyond warming your cock in my body, as long as I’m that too.”

  I snorted, “Incorrigible. Make sure you shower, because I want to eat that hot cunt of yours before I pound it again.”

  I gave her another swat, then left her breathy and hot with desire as I left the store. I knew the idea of being eaten out by a god would drive her crazy all day, plus I really wanted to. She was sexy, hot, and wild, and I planned to have a lot of fun with her. Not just in bed, but as she said, that too.

  I would have to watch that. I mean, I’d never been an arrogant man, but to find out you’re a god tends to change the mental landscape radically.

  I got in my truck, and I drove out to the park to experiment.

  Chapter Three

  Gods appeared and disappeared in stories all the time, so it wasn’t hard for me to figure out trying to and learning that I could teleport. Obviously, using the farseeing ability first, to determine my landing spot, and an act of will. It did create a flashing and rising dome of golden light around me, so it wasn’t something anyone would be likely to miss.

  I also learned farseeing was limited to people or places that I knew, so I wouldn’t be using it to world travel until I’d had my ass in plane first.

  The second thing I learned was I could turn invisible. Not just sight, but sounds and scent. I suspected it would work on any being not more powerful than I was, which given how I was born would be less than ten. The five sons and daughters of Cronus, and a few other gods born of titans, such as Aphrodite or Nix. There were maybe as many gods on my level, the rest would be below me in strength. Not the top, but also not that shabby.

  Everything else I tried was a bust. I doubted I’d plumbed the extent of my powers in a single day. Not only were there probably others every god got, but I bet there were a lot of things I could do with my specific power as the sun god that I wasn’t aware of yet. Lighting candles and burning things, and lighting up like the sun, was probably just the start there. I’d also have to experiment with my seer abilities, see if I could target it. If possible, I should probably attempt to stop that whole world burning thing.

  Then I drove home, and I used my power over art to paint three more masterpieces. I just hoped one of the galleries near here would agree, when I took them around tomorrow. I’d need to let them dry and frame them first.

  For the rest of the night, until Brenna arrived with a bag of groceries to cook, I studied magic. I learned several spells to clean up the house and keep it smelling fresh. She was right, the list of ingredients for the spells would be far more expensive than buying a vacuum and a bottle of cleaner, but for me that didn’t matter.

  I also learned a healing spell, and a spell to suppress the magic in a supernatural which was the one the spells witch’s enchanted cuffs with. A few others that looked useful were unlocking locks, protection from bullets or other projectiles like arrows, and spells to enhance my speed and strength.