“Then cum for me, now!”

  Her eyes widened in absolute horror and an angry hatred, as her body obeyed my order instantly.

  She screamed, “Asshole!” and came apart wildly around my cock, while I smugly watched her do it.

  I moaned deeply, the pleasures of her tightly coiled and trembling heated depths too much, and I hadn’t been holding back at all. Despite being a manhater she was an amazing lay, and I had to wonder if that meant she hadn’t always been a manhater. She really knew how to pleasure a man with her petitely lush and hot body.

  I grunted, “Too good, sexpot,” and then I roared my pleasure as my balls tightened and my legs grew numb. Then I nutted deep inside her clenching and rippling cunt, as her body milked mine powerfully and wantonly. The look in her eyes was filled with both glorious satisfaction and a deep resentment, as well as the orgasmic bliss she was experiencing with me.

  I collapsed on her as we came down, then rolled off and pulled her possessively against me, cradling her ass. She tried to wriggle out of it, but then muttered the word asshole and gave up.

  “I’m angry, because it hurts me to see you like this. Come home to me, to us, Amber. I’ll take care of you, not just possess and fuck you, but give you all you need and desire. It’s a part of me too, you know. Think about it, it’s not so bad. We’re all a bunch of screwed up co-dependents because of our mantels, it won’t make you weak to surrender to your true nature and what you really want. It’s not so bad. Pride and hatred, or joy and love with a sexist asshole. Pick soon, because I can’t bear to see you in so much pain, Amber.”

  I patted her ass possessively, then let her go.

  She rolled out of the bed, and then teleported away without a word.

  I sighed, honestly feeling a little abandoned, which made me angry. I’d shown her my heart and held out a fig leaf, and she’d been so angry she didn’t even look back.

  Then June came into the room, and she crawled in next to me and cuddled me. She knew, my amazing and sweet goddess, knew what I needed.

  She said, “She’ll be back. Do you need anything?”

  I smiled, “You’re already doing what I need most, babe.”

  She grinned, “Love you too, sir,” and snuggled deeper.

  We stayed that way for quite a while, in mutual loving admiration, before we got back to my lazy day and her writing in the backyard.

  Chapter Three

  “Hello?”

  It was later that afternoon, all four of us were in the yard. Lily was in a dark blue bikini and Brenna was in a cute and sexy outfit. The short mini-skirt and halter top had obviously been sold as a set.

  I’d just answered the phone, but I didn’t recognize the number.

  “Hi, Mr. Levinson. This is Caroline Fawkes.”

  Oh, our realtor, red tinged brunette, lithe, in her mid-forties.

  “Didn’t recognize the number, what’s up, Caroline?”

  Caroline said, “This is my office phone number. Anyway, the sellers of the house have finally responded. They agree to your stipulation, and indicate they’ll be back in the Chicago area for two days only, in just under two weeks. The title company has a few openings on those days as well, should I book it? It’s umm, Friday at two, or Thursday at four.”

  “The second one would be better. Yes, we’re still on and can have the funds ready on that day.”

  That Saturday was the twenty-seventh day since Lily and Amber appeared, so the next two should be coming. The more time we had to move our shit and get settled into the new house, the better, and that left us only two-nights and a single full day. Still better last minute than not at all, I honestly don’t know where’d we’d put the new goddesses in a current house until they were ready to join our master bed.

  It would also start the rotation, every two days. At least four goddesses maybe five if Amber comes around before then. Plus Brenna and perhaps a fae lover in our harem too. That was already seven, and the last four could become our third day, to make it every three. Honestly, I didn’t have to worry about it, June would handle all that stuff for our harem.

  Caroline said, “Perfect, I’ll text you all the details once it’s all confirmed and solid. If you have any questions at that point, just call.”

  “Thanks, Caroline.”

  Caroline replied, “Anytime, see you then,” then added, “If you want to do a final walkthrough, Thursday right before lunch, say around eleven, works for me.”

  “We’ll be there.” It was just prudent to make sure they emptied all their stuff.

  Well, that really was good news.

  We hung up, and I said, “The house is going to close on Thursday of next week.”

  June smiled, “Perfect. We’ll get everything packed up Wednesday.”

  I nodded. The beds, couches, and other furniture we’d just teleport directly into place. We wouldn’t even have to strip the beds, or pack the things in the desks, doing it that way. Mainly everything else, kitchen and closet stuff.

  Brenna said, “I’ll make sure the check is ready.”

  Lily got up and walked gracefully to the pool, and dove in. She also looked damned good doing it.

  I decided a swim was just the thing…

  No sexy fae showed up in our backyard or at our front door that day, so I wondered if she’d be arriving that night or early morning. I usually didn’t see anything more than a day in advance, unless it was really big, like the world ending. I didn’t imagine my potential possession of a fae would keep me waiting longer than that.

  The fact that thought didn’t even seem weird in my head, owning a fae body and soul of her own free will of course, told me I really had accepted the truth. Life was good, and so far it’d been worth the danger. Point being, when my power informed me I could possess and claim a woman, or that I owned one already, consent was implicit and part of that feeling. It wasn’t really up to me, it was up to them, all I had to do was accept them and it was a done deal.

  The bed was warm and comfortable, and I was satiated for the most part, blissed out and buried in delicious feminine flesh everywhere my head turned. My goddesses so silky and warm against me, their skin flawless and delightfully decadent against mine as we all caught our breath. Their legs thrown over mine, and their hands caressing my chest while they nuzzled into my shoulders.

  Brenna had already turned in, it was just after midnight, and I was giving some thought to a quick two-hour nap as I did nightly to check for various threat types as well as opportunities.

  June said softly, “Lil, I think he really would like it.”

  Lily said, “No way, men aren’t that shallow. He’d hate it.”

  It was obvious to me at that point this was another skit, of something they planned to do for me, to me, or make available to me sexually. A kind of guidebook to June’s naughty idea, and what would be expected of me in it.

  June sighed mournfully, “But it would be so hot to watch, my nipples ache at the thought of watching, and knowing it would be all my doing that got him there.”

  Lily giggled, “That’s because you’re a very naughty and dirty girl.”

  Naughty and dirty girl was the term they’d come up with instead of slut, to be provocative in the skit. I’d asked them to stop using slut, because they were never that.

  June said, “Just think of it though. Going out to a club for him. Finding a deliciously sexy lady and seducing her. Bringing her home, working her up, and making her ready for him. Loving and pleasuring her, working her open for him and getting her hot for it. Edging her with our sweet lips and fingertips, so she’s more than hot and ready, more like begging for it. Then he could just come into the bedroom and stick his cock in and use her body. It’s like… a sacrifice of sorts. I’d get so hot, watching him pounding into a woman I brought home just to sheath his cock.”

  Lily said breathily, “That… sounds really hot, I’ll admit. A sacrifice of feminine delight, a gift from his loving goddesses with adoring and naughty lust to see him pound a hot sexy stranger?”

  June moaned in a wanton dreamy voice, “Mmhmm, just like that.”

  Lily said mournfully, “He’d hate it though. Strangers are against the rules he set for himself, it wouldn’t be right for us to tempt him with a stranger’s hot and ready flesh to warm his cock in.”

  My cock twitched. They’d told me their skits would get naughtier, not just physically but mentally. That they wanted to get more women into my bed, that it turned them on that much, blew my mind.

  June said, “Damn, you’re right. I guess… oh wait, I have an idea.”

  Lily asked in mock hopeful voice, “What?”

  June said smugly, “What if it wasn’t a stranger. I bet we could have Allison begging for it, if we went to her gallery and seduced her to his bed. If we worked her up for him, made her so hot. I know she wants him, and I’ve caught her staring at my body.”

  Lily said breathily, “That just gave me the chills, I bet he’d fuck the pretentiousness right out of her, with that huge cock. She’s beautiful too.”

  June moaned delightedly, “Yes.”

  Lily replied doubtfully, “Okay, that works, but I’m fairly sure he’d hate the second part. I mean, it’s sure to gross him out, what we get out of it, for preparing a sexy human sacrifice for his cock’s pleasure.”

  June bit her lip, “The two of us eating his cream-pie out of Allison, and swapping it back and forth with a kiss? All before we kiss Allison and let his hot cum dribble into her mouth, so she can swallow his cum with her mixed taste in it? You think he’d hate that?”

  My cock twitched powerfully at that visualized progression of sensual events.

  Lily sighed, “Yes, but we might get him to do it anyway, for our sake. Especially if all three of us blew him afterwards, and let him cum on all our faces. We know he likes to do that already with us.”

  June nodded, “The pervert.”

  Lily giggled, “Yes, and I bet he’d love to nut all over her sophisticated and beautiful face, while we all look up in adoration and wicked wanton desire for the blessings of his pleasure all over our pretty faces and bodies.”

  I chuckled. Blessings of my pleasure? I hadn’t heard that one before.

  “That all sounds amazing, but it’s pretty depraved, do you think she’ll go for it. I can see the first part working, but the rest?”

  June smirked, “Have faith in your goddesses. She wants you badly, and she’s very repressed on top of being pretentiously sophisticated. Trust me, a woman that repressed and controlled while running a multi-million-dollar business has to be wild in bed, let it all go and let others dictate, or she’d explode. There’s also peer pressure involved, she might balk at you painting her face, but not with two goddesses flanking her and panting for it in anticipation. She’ll be swept away by the sensual excitement of the moment. We’ll also make sure she doesn’t regret it.”

  “The stranger part?”

  Lily giggled, “Part of the naughty buildup to the real plan. Don’t get me wrong, we would really enjoy and get off on seeing it happen, making that happen for you, but we don’t want to tempt you into breaking your own rules.”

  “Too damn late.”

  They both giggled naughtily. I was in so much trouble.

  I asked, “So, are we up to June’s true depravity yet?”

  Lily giggled, “Closer, honey, but not quite yet. She’s very wicked, your sweet innocent goddess.”

  I chuckled.

  June said sultrily, “It’s the seduction thing, really. Along with really liking the idea of you making other women scream. If you think of things from that point of view I’m sure you can think of all sorts of naughty things we could set up for you. Using other women’s willing bodies to seduce you is just the start of mine.”

  Dear gods.

  “Sexy,” I accused, “My sweet and wicked temptress.”

  She giggled and blushed.

  I was just about to take out my stoked and fully renewed lust on its architects, when I felt a surge of godly power right in the backyard. The presence was unmistakable.

  “Shit, this can’t be good.”

  Nate and Brandon were in the backyard, and I didn’t imagine they were here at midnight because everything had gone right.

  I reluctantly got up, and we all pulled on some clothes before heading downstairs and out the back door.

  Nate looked furious.

  “Nate, what can I do for you?”

  Nate grimaced, “It was the rebirth of Nix behind it.”

  “Goddess of darkness? Primordial goddess, said to be a threat to Zeus.”

  Nate nodded sharply, “Yes, I didn’t even make it to the FBI building. She braced and attacked me right before eleven. Nancy and the other gods you saw are in the wind, no doubt hiding behind Nix. I know it’s not Nix, but I don’t know her blasted real name yet. The FBI is running an image search on the picture we sent, but she was likely disguised. I sensed active witchcraft on her that felt like illusion.”

  “Well, you know I can’t see her. I needed the FBI to find Clarissa for me last month, all I could see was the devastation in her wake.”

  He scowled, “True, and it’s also true that this is still all your fault. If not for your screw-up I wouldn’t look like a total idiot tonight.”

  “My fault?” I asked in confusion, doing my best to cover for the anger he’d just engendered with his ridiculous accusation.

  He waved a hand, “You screwed up, don’t you get it yet, this wasn’t some lark. Nix attacked me, this was a coup attempt, and it was fueled by your fuckup. Nancy being in jail and me not freeing her right away is Nix’s banner, and why she has all those gods working for her, willingly rebelling. Nancy is a rallying point for their side. If not for your screwup it’d been Nix and me, but instead she has an army of gods with negative mantels, all fearing I don’t care about them. When nothing could be further from the truth.”

  I waved, “Fine, it’s all my fault, not like you failed or anything. So, you’re here to punish me again for the same mistake, or what?”

  They said Zeus held a grudge, and as far as I was concerned this was proof that Nate did too. What an asshole.

  Nate scowled and waved a threatening finger, “Watch your tone, I don’t like flip any more than I like being yelled at. I’m briefing you, you fucking jackass, so you’re aware of the situation and can look into it as your power allows. I’m also pissed, but you’re right. You didn’t screw up again, we’re just feeling more fallout from the first time you displayed your utter incompetence. Don’t push me.”

  Whatever. I mean, what a jerk off. Okay, I’d assumed a step too far in ascribing true punishment to his motives, but he was still a grudge nursing asshole for reprimanding me again just to vent some anger. It was entirely possible I was also off my feed because he’d accidentally cock blocked me.

  I nodded, “I’ll do what I can, but I suspect I’ll only see what she wants me to.”

  Nate shrugged, “She’ll certainly try to manage you and your visions, but she’s young and she wasn’t born to rule with a mantel to lead her with surety in it. She’ll screw up, and then we’ll have her. So just do what you can. Now I have to go explain to a human how this got messed up, shit rolls downhill, deal with it.”

  He flashed away in golden bubble of light, taking the silent Brandon with him.

  Asshole. Still, better him than me. I’d said it before, someone has to rule the gods, and it might as well be the ass wipe that was born to do so. I had no interest in it. Just passing along the visions was a pain in the butt, especially when it was to him.

  It was quite late, or early depending on your definition. There’d been no visions that night, so whatever Nix’s next move was it wasn’t happening later that day or tomorrow night. She was either taking a day to recruit, or she was taking a day off.

  It was close to four in the morning when I felt the wards shiver, and a type of being I’d never felt before entered my range. The lovely fae woman was here, no doubt in the sexy leather outfit I’d seen on her body in the vision, and I couldn’t wait to learn her name, if only so I could stop calling her the fae woman from my dream in my head.

  Curiously, she moved to the back door, then just waited without seemingly moving at all as I got dressed. Point being, she didn’t knock or ring the bell. I imagined that was typical however, as they’d always detect each other, and it was a peaceful way to do it, if a little weird from my human upbringing perspective.

  I opened the door and saw exactly what I knew I would. Gorgeous platinum blonde hair, vividly bright green eyes, exotically thin face and strong high cheekbones, with pointed ears. Her lips were bowed, full on the bottom and not thin on top but middle of the road.

  She had on that leather vest straining to hold her rounded dd cups together and up, with a bare waist and tight brown leather pants and boots.

  She was also on her knees, which I did not expect, her head slightly bowed and as a result of that angle all of her cleavage was right there for my eyes to feast upon. She’d been waiting silently, and kneeling for goodness sake, and I had a feeling this one would be even more subservient than my witch.

  “You can stand, and please introduce yourself.”

  She stood, and then said, “Master, my name is Caitria, and I came as soon as I heard of your reemergence in the world, to once more serve at your side. I’m sorry it took me a month to present myself to you, but the fae are somewhat disconnected from the human world. I know you don’t remember me, but I know you, master.”

  “You are quite beautiful, but I am not who I once was.”

  She smiled, “Perhaps not, master. But are you not possessive, virile, and generous of nature with those who serve you? Are you not right now wishing to ravish me? Do you not wish me to advise, serve, protect, and warm your bed for the rest of my life or yours?”

  I shook my head, “You got me there. So, master?”

  She bit her lips, and smiled, “Yes, master. I am yours to command, I serve you in all ways, does that not make you my master and my god? All you have to do is claim me, nothing would make me happier.”