Gods, I really loved being his whore.

  He grunted, a little breathless himself after his powerful release as he’d flooded my insides, both our hearts pounding wildly as we started to recover.

  “Love you, baby.”

  Gods, that sent such a delicious warmth through me, every single time he said it.

  “Love you too, honey,” I said breathlessly.

  Chapter Two

  Gary

  Natasha said breathlessly, “Love you too, honey.”

  She was entirely impossible to resist, especially after the six-hour absence. Our quickie had been even more intense than usual, as I sat down in the chair and pulled her into my lap.

  The goddess of love was five foot six, with brown hair so dark it looked black in bad lighting, but in the sun scintillated with a deep rich brown. It fell straight like a curtain down her body. She had seductively dark chocolate eyes, bowed lips with the bottom one deliciously pouty. An oval face with a sophisticated classic beauty, strong cheekbones. She was stunning.

  Her body was athletic for the most part, with delightful tone when in movement but softly feminine when at rest. The most part came in at her bustline, since she had a quite large pair of double d breasts that were currently pushed against me as she snuggled up on my lap and kissed on my neck teasingly. Her hot and reddened petite heart shaped ass felt amazing on my lap.

  She was my princess and whore, the ultimate lady outside of the bedroom and a wanton whore in it who blew my mind every day. I was almost selfishly glad she’d be enrolling in online classes, but I knew she’d miss the last semester of her college life on campus even if just during the day. I also needed to push down the desire to hunt down all those assholes who’d dared made her sex life public and punish each and every one of the stupid assholes.

  Actually, paying her money of course was just to increase the humiliated thrill of it for her, and enhance her pleasure even more. She never wanted to be degraded in bed verbally, or slut shamed, but there was an element of that in submitting to me and declaring herself a whore. A depraved thrill in it, so I’d taken to giving her a coin each Monday during our first quickie of the day. On top of that was the common kink that tied all my woman together, needing to be dominated, taken, and used for my pleasure in bed. They were all that way, both orders and manhandling, though Natasha preferred the latter she really enjoyed the former as well. Especially when ordering her to her knees.

  I ordered, “Clean me up,” once we’d caught our breaths.

  She answered with a lustful gaze into my eyes, “Yes, sir,” then sunk to her knees and started to lick up my thighs, balls, and cock of our mixed pleasure. She really enjoyed it, the proof in the fact she could’ve used her power over beauty or witchcraft to accomplish the same with a simple act of power or magic. After all, I hadn’t specified how to do it, she’d chosen to use her tongue. Her warm moans of enjoyment while staring up into my eyes in a lustful daze also told me she really liked performing the act, as well as our mixed taste.

  They were all that way too, all of them loved to feast on my cream-pies in the others.

  I was just considering gripping her hair, and forcing her mouth over my cock to get further relief, when I felt Mandy arrive in the living room.

  Mandy was the goddess of wisdom and war. Despite that she was adorably hot and beautiful. Petite at five foot nothing, with long wavy light blonde hair and sexy light gray eyes. Her body was petitely athletic and in proportion, with deliciously pert B cups with the largest pink nipples I’d ever seen in my life. Nipples that were usually apparent at all times, since Mandy was among the free the nipple crowd and never wore a bra. Her face had a soft adorable beauty, her lips verging on full.

  She was also a slut, a true slut, though now she was our family slut. That wasn’t meant degradingly, she truly had been that for years, her darkest secret and the one she’d revealed last. She’d said yes to half the guys that went for it, and the other half had gotten her hot talented mouth as a consolation prize and parting gift.

  She was a stunning woman of dark appetites, perfect for the god of darkness, as I had some dark lusts of my own. It was like they were all made for me, honestly.

  Mandy was also extremely peppy, exuberant, and often her excitement got the better of her. She was impulsive, vivacious, and cheerful almost about any subject save violence which she really didn’t like at all, despite being the goddess of war, she’d much rather be dancing, fucking, or focusing on her wisdom mantle and learning about the world. She was also a hell of an advisor.

  The family’s other two goddesses Vicki and Amelia had been home all day with me, but they had a separate office, my desk and computer was in the original office which I shared with Natasha.

  Vicki was the goddess of salacious partying, her mantel was literally to drink, and when she drank, she got so horny she had to have sex, and she never stopped drinking. She was our family’s homemaker, party planner, and night out planner. She also ran a household budget and the servant staff. She was also the only one of them that was submissive both in the bedroom and outside of it, which was the last discovery I’d made about her nature.

  She was literally on my payroll, my kept woman, and at my beck and call not just in the bedroom, but she’d breathlessly and shamelessly follow any order I gave her, anywhere and at any time. From fetching me a drink, to what she wore, and of course to perform sexual acts. Not just on me, but the others as well, and the more depraved the act the more she got off on it.

  Vicki was our lush goddess at five foot eight, with triple D breasts and a fat yet supple bubbled ass and wide hips making her a perfectly proportional if exaggerated hourglass shape, with a mouthwateringly thin waist and deliciously long legs. She was a pure call to sin that way, while her face was all angelic innocent beauty, with full lips, dark vivid blue eyes, and dark golden blonde hair that ran down her body like liquid silken sunlight.

  Amelia was five foot four, with curly medium brown hair tinged with red, and gorgeous hazel eyes. She had pouty lips, exotic buttery golden caramel skin, and a killer body. She had proud C cups, a pear-shaped ass, and was of course our shy and coy goddess of retribution.

  She was shy and accommodating to the rest of us out of bed, at least when it had nothing to do with her mantel, but like a normal person. No kink involved. She’d get me a drink, but with the usual please and thank you involved with respect. In bed she was like the others, but to fetish levels. She needed to be dominated, to painful levels, and she preferred to be degraded as well but I’d found a way around that, to make her cum. She literally couldn’t cum without pain and humiliation being involved, and feeling trapped, used, and taken, along with the pleasure of course.

  She gave amazing blow jobs for instance, but she preferred to be face fucked, just to give an idea there.

  Which really, all of them, fit into my dark lusts and desires in the bedroom. Which was mostly to possess and claim, to own and pleasure, my ladies. To possess, protect, and cherish outside the bedroom. I couldn’t degrade them, not really, but I could make salacious comments tinged with awe, or bring along a third to do a little slut shaming for me. Those instincts of mine were on a level that most women would declare as overbearing, arrogant, and smothering, but that they all loved. I was fairly sure a part of that was my nature as a god, the power of darkness and shadow had freed some of the darker instincts in my psyche and DNA, instincts that society usually had strict controls on through culture and civilization.

  I wasn’t an abusive man, but I’d been compared to Neanderthals or cavemen in the past, and the word sexist had been involved more than once during a breakup.

  Mandy gave us both a needy and hot kiss, she was practically vibrating against us in excitement as we moved to the couch. Just that happy to see us most likely. I felt the other two coming our way as we found a spot on the couch, Mandy snuggling and squirming into one side, while Natasha splayed herself against me with casual warmth.

  “How was your day?”

  Mandy said vibrantly, “Really good, though I disappointed a lot of guys when I explained I was off the market and no longer available for pre-test relaxations. That could’ve gone better, perhaps. But good. The professors seem decent enough.”

  Natasha explained her difficulties and plans.

  Mandy nodded, “I’m kind of used to that, one aspect of it anyway, since I’ve had that slut reputation for years and most women weren’t friends with me, but I don’t blame you. I imagine I’d do the same if I was as popular as you in social media. They mostly just ignore me and leave me alone.”

  Amelia and Vicki came in, and they cuddled up on the other couch across from us.

  Amelia said, “So far it looks like the others are behaving, at least I couldn’t find anything yet that indicated they were trying to gather more power or abusing it. It’s good to see you two home.”

  Vicki nodded in agreement, “We missed you.”

  Natasha smiled, “So what’s the plan for tonight? Outside of visiting Bruce’s holding cells for some judgements.”

  We headed over there Monday late afternoon of every week to get that done. The last three weeks we’ve only judged two gods worthy of being confined. There weren’t that many of us, a little over three hundred, so it would never become a full-time thing in our lives to hand down sentences. To make it a full-time job one god would have to do it all, rule as a king as Nate had, but that was fine since all of our ambitions laid elsewhere. Being the judicial branch of the government was just a weekly task to be seen too.

  Vicki said, “I was thinking steak, it’s been a couple of weeks since we’ve been to Lily’s club.”

  Right, the titty bar, Olympia Gentlemen’s Club was the name of the place, and the ladies enjoyed the eye candy as much as I did. The dancers weren’t just hot, but they were inspired by the muse of dance and Lily was the goddess that owned the place. They actually got their dance on, not just salacious movements that were lazy and uninspired.

  Mandy kept rubbing up against me, and Vicki looked like she wanted to devour me. Another danger to being apart and life interrupting our monthlong vacation and constantly being around each other. They both needed quickies badly, all my ladies had powerful and insatiable appetites, but Vicki really did need it, and Mandy was really just that needy too. Amelia looked a little warmed up as well.

  I took Mandy’s hand, and beckoned Vicki to follow us, if I took care of both at the same time then they could slut shame each other too. Of course, Natasha and Amelia wound up following us which wasn’t typical. It was quickly obvious to me that after our first day of hours apart it looked like we were going to have an impromptu and wild fivesome, something that we usually only did at night.

  Well, I was certainly up for it, and we had a couple of hours before we needed to be anywhere. I’d need every moment of that to sate them all, which was nothing at all to complain about. I wouldn’t change a thing, and I was at least as addicted to sex as they were at that point. I could hardly fail to be with four hot goddesses panting for it all the time, like they did.

  It was a wonderful afternoon. I took care of Vicki and Mandi with quick and dirty sex, then circled back around with a far more thorough session with each of them once those major fires of needy desperation in them both had been put out, and of course they took care of each other as well.

  It was wild and overwhelming sometimes, but in a good way. Between our bodies never aging and our libidos never fading, and the love bond between us, Natasha keeping those fires bright due to her nature, not to mention Vicki’s pheromones as the goddess of salacious partying. Well, I’d never get tired of fucking my goddesses, and I loved them all deliriously.

  Carla was a minor goddess of war, the rebirth of Enyo. She was five seven, with dark brown hair a few shades lighter than Natasha’s, and warm milk chocolate eyes. She had the dark dusky skin of a Latina and was exotically beautiful. Her body athletic with C cups and a tight and petite bubbled ass.

  She was also working for Bruce now, and she’d volunteered to run us through the holding area for gods awaiting trial on a weekly basis, mostly because she really enjoyed sparring with Mandy, despite the fact the tier-two goddess of war never failed to kick Carla’s ass, being a tier-three goddess.

  She was an extremely sensual woman as well, any kind of violence seemed to get her randy. So at the risk of sounding even more shallow, Monday afternoons were also a treat, because it came with a hot chick fight and a lot of sexual tension. Even if Mandy would never cheat on us, it was always hot to watch those two go at it and get a little hot. I suspected Carla worked it off with some lucky guy as soon as we left, while Mandy would be working it off with me and the others later on tonight.

  Regardless, at the end of their little sparring session their clothes were ripped in places, and they were covered in sweat and dirt, and they looked like hot messes. What was to dislike? Natasha took care of fixing their appearance before Carla guided us inside the holding area.

  Carla said brightly, “I needed that,” the goddess was always in a really good mood after the fight, and she had a very seductive edge.

  Mandy’s lips twitched, “I enjoy kicking your ass too.”

  Carla said, “Just one case, a couple of days ago, you guys know about it?”

  Amelia nodded, “Jake Norwood. Minor god of earth. The case notes said he was caught stealing diamonds?”

  Carla smiled, “Yes. He got caught trying to sell unmarked and unregistered diamonds. We figured out he was pulling them out of the earth in Africa, from a claimed mine. He’s been living that way, doing it for years, but his old contact and fence recently died, and apparently when he tried to find another buyer the man turned him in instead of getting greedy. The human authorities brought it to Bruce’s attention, and here we are.”

  The cells were warded heavily to suppress a god’s power, using that power against them. Jake was cuffed as well, so if one failed the other would hold him inside the iron barred cell. Jake Norwood was a large man, six foot six, maybe seven, with a wide build, brown hair and eyes, with dark tanned skin.

  “So, do you have anything to say?”

  Jake said, “You can’t prove where I got those, I have a place of my own unclaimed by humans. So I didn’t register them, so what? I’m not a diamond mine consortium, and I have simple needs and only sell a small handful a month.”

  Carla snorted.

  Mandy said, “You’re mistaken. Both a scientific analysis of the diamonds and a witchcraft spell, can tell us exactly where the diamonds came from in the earth.”

  Amelia glowed with a golden light, and sent her power into him, then frowned.

  “He’s telling the truth. He’s guilty of diamond smuggling and a few minor procedural laws, tax evasion, but he’s not a diamond thief. Why the hell didn’t you register your find?”

  Mandy looked baffled, “The spells said he took them from the mine.”

  Jake said, “Five and a half miles down. Far too deep in the earth for humans to mine, or to even dig a tiny shaft. The deepest human mine is about a mile and a third. That’s why I didn’t declare it, I’d have been tied up in court for years, as the cartels sued and said their claim includes everything under the mine to the damned center of the Earth, even if they couldn’t mine that deep. The earth doesn’t belong to the humans alone, and I’ve been rather conservative, making just around two hundred thousand a year on it. Not enough to gather that much notice or ruffle feathers, just enough to live very comfortably.”

  Mandy nodded, “That explains it, the spell determined the coordinates of the mine, but not the depth. Which is clearly outside of the mine.”

  Amelia said, “Perhaps, but claims do include everything under the area in question.”

  Jake snorted, “I rest my case. The damned lawyers would’ve tied me up in knots over that kind of bullshit, for resources the humans will never reach.”

  Amelia shook her head, “Not now perhaps, but technology improves all the time, and by the time the diamond mine has played out they might be able to dig that deep safely.”

  Jake sighed, “At that depth the pressure and heat would cook someone, they’d need to mine in a damned space suit with cooling and an independent air supply. Electronics don’t really do well at those temperatures either, so forget about futuristic mining bots too. But whatever.”

  Amelia shrugged, “My power is telling me he should be fined and made to pay back taxes, but since he owes our government no taxes since we don’t tax, and we have no authority over the country involved, it’s not something we can force. That said, he can’t be allowed to continue. Are there no unclaimed areas you could find and make a claim on?”

  Jake shook his head, “Not easily done.”

  I snorted, “He’s lazy. He just let the humans do the work of finding it, then he dug a lot deeper than they’re capable of.”

  Jake turned red in the face, but he didn’t deny it.

  I said, “He’s also unashamed, not repentant, and I doubt he has any intentions of stopping. Which can’t be allowed. He could find an untapped area if he wasn’t too lazy to do some exploring, and he could walk away with billions instead of thousands.”

  Jake scowled, “This is ridiculous.”

  I echoed his earlier words at his dismissive attitude, “I rest my case.”

  Amelia sighed, “A year in Tartarus might make him reconsider that laziness and all those self-rationalizations. It’s also a just ruling, given he probably has close to five hundred thousand dollars in back taxes, if not more.”

  The rest of us all said, “Agreed,” almost at once, just to get it over with. It did sound reasonable. Amelia generally came up with the punishment with her power, I was the jailor and warden, Mandy was the executioner if that was required. Fortunately, that’d only come up once so far.