She looked pretty cute in the greenish blue scrubs, shirt and pants, but I knew she was looking forward to a shower and her own clothes, and so was I for that matter. She’d told me she had some men’s clothes that’d fit me in her closet until we went shopping tomorrow, I didn’t look too deeply into why that would be, it was obvious.

  We pulled into a vast estate that had white brick privacy wall that was at least twelve feet high, and when the cab stopped at the gate, we both got out. She’d paid him already, by credit card.

  “What’s the plan?”

  She said, “Straightforward. The mansion is pretty big. Three stories, twenty bedrooms on the second floor and a vast master suite on the top floor. It’s just me and you right now, my brother is about to leave.”

  “Alive?”

  She grinned, “Yes, death is too easy, I want the fucker to suffer.”

  Right.

  She shook her head, “Anyway, my mother was a demigoddess with the aspect of pleasure from Aphrodite. Given that, her indiscriminatory sexual behavior was far more than just for power, it was a way of life. She’d married a man that pleased her in bed and was a bit of a cuck. In short, she had free reign to fuck anyone she wanted, as long as he got to watch or watch a recording later. They bought the mansion and threw swinger parties all the time, which is why it’s so big. Most of the house goes unused now. I didn’t do those sorts of things, not out of any sense of morality, merely to protect myself. Still, it’s nice, the master suite has a huge bathroom and hot tub, as well as a whirlpool tub, showers, his and her sinks. The master bedroom is like half the upper floor, and the bed is on a dais and surrounded by chairs and couches, so you could imagine what they got up to.”

  Right, voyeurism, exhibitionism.

  She continued, “There’s also a dungeon room, mainly to be tied up. I’m kinky but I don’t do pain outside of a good paddling or spanking. The only other things up there are the personal study, a small altar room to my goddess, and the walk-in closet which is gigantic.”

  She shrugged, “The bed’s also big enough to sleep twelve, so we’ll have plenty of room. I mean, both for a coven to live on the second floor in those twenty rooms, and for any that want to, they can join our bed too and add to the coven’s power even more. Hell, just you and I will make the wards and deep power well in this place larger than any other coven in the city.

  “So that’s my grand plan. Downstairs there’s a full kitchen with a table that seats twelve, a dining room that seats twenty, and a large living room. Plus, the living room, library and study, a large lounge with a full-sized bar, a media room, workout room, and the usual stuff, storage and laundry.”

  I asked, “Nervous?” as I wondered if she was quite as ruthless as I’d been thinking. Clearly, she could’ve waited on all that and just given me a casual tour. Which told me it was nervous babbling more than anything else that had her describing the mansion.

  She bit her lip, “A year ago I partied with four guys, and apparently the wrong ones. They drugged me, which prevented me from using my magic. I guess I was too good a fuck for them to let go, and they were involved with human trafficking. I killed the bastard in charge, and I never regretted it, or even felt bad about it. He was the first and last, but I wouldn’t hesitate to protect or avenge myself in that way again. But… Ray is my brother, and I love the evil bastard. So yes, a little conflicted, but he tried to kill me, and I won’t give the evil shit another chance to do it again.”

  So ruthless, but with a heart because he was family. Check.

  “Two studies?”

  She nodded, “Upstairs was my father’s private study, where he kept his personal library, and family and home expenses, as well as a safe with our liquid assets. Downstairs was where he met clients, business partners, and allies, and he kept a normal library in there as well as business related records. You’ll have to read the personal library at some point, when we have leisure. It will give you a deeper history into the true history of the gods and their children on this world. Greek myth gets about half right and half wrong,” she shook her head, “Enough stalling, time to evict the bastard.”

  She punched in a code and the gate swung open, and we started down the driveway.

  The house was vast, no wings, but the main mansion was extremely wide. I counted the five wide bedroom windows on each side, assuming another ten in the back that made up the twenty. The middle of the house at least in front was nothing but a three-story entryway, and stairwells and balconies. I’d also find out the second-floor bathrooms were in the back of the center of the place, and quite palatial. There was a large overhang with white columns holding it up in front of the rounded driveway.

  In the driveway was a Lamborghini, which I assumed was her brother’s. There was a large six car garage to the side of and separate from the house, and as a man I was curious about what else might be hiding in there. It was all a little surreal as we got close to the door and Maggie started to mutter under her breath, and when she stopped muttering, I heard two bolts get thrown and the click of a lock.

  My first view of practical witchcraft.

  She turned the knob and opened the door. She seemed to know exactly where she was going as she headed down the hallway, took a turn into another hallway, then went right. I followed her into the office, where a man with light brown hair and brown eyes stood, but his features were a lot more defined on his face. He was wiry, and he looked absolutely terrified.

  I mean, piss himself terrified. It was probably a good thing I had no intention of betrayal, because I had no doubt at that point that she would make me regret it. In a business sense, I didn’t get the vibes she was at all spiteful in relationships. On the contrary, she seemed to have avoided entanglements of that nature up until that point.

  It kind of… turned me on, actually. Intelligent, ruthless, and mine as far as being a saucy nymph I could take when I wanted? What a woman.

  Maggie said, “Ray. For love of our parents, I’ll allow you to live and continue to collect on your trust as it was laid out in their will, until twenty-five when you get it all. Other than that, I never want to see you in this house again. Oh, one more thing.”

  She lifted her hand and Ray’s face twisted in agony. No words that time, she was just doing magic, that I couldn’t feel it at all. I could only see the results of it. When she lowered her hand, Ray’s face was white, and he looked… different, the fear and greed in his beady eyes had diminished in some way.

  “Go, now. Never come back, everything will happen through the lawyer. If I see you again, you are a dead man.”

  Ray held up his hands, and quickly left without a word.

  “What did you do to him?”

  She sighed, “Magic is hard, it takes study, practice, and intense focus. I didn’t really make him dumber, but let’s just say he’ll lack the focus to use his magic ever again. He abuses it, and I didn’t want that on my conscience any longer.”

  “Abuses?”

  She shrugged, “It’s easy for me. At the risk of sounding arrogant, there are very few men that will turn me down if I simply smile their way invitingly. Most men are easy, especially unattached men. For a man with tantric witchcraft, it’s not so easy to get strange women to fall into bed, and he used his magic to encourage them to do so, which is little better than rape.”

  “Little better?” I asked, then winced at the judgement in my voice.

  She smiled at me, and then kissed my cheek, “Yes, little better, my brother isn’t nearly as strong as I am in potential. The magic wasn’t strong enough to make a woman who didn’t like him or was committed to someone, or even frigid, from spreading their legs. It was a matter of small degree. Women are like men in that they are attracted to the opposite sex, but we have more inhibitions, or I should say most women do. His magic would ensure they wouldn’t think better about it, or worry about looking slutty, or any other number of things that will make a woman resist their urge to let a hot guy in their skirts.”

  She shrugged, “it’s a shitty thing to do, but could hardly be equated with forcefully violating a woman against her will, and not all that different than picking up a drunk woman for a one-night stand, whose inhibitions are compromised in that way instead.”

  I nodded, “I think I get it.”

  She winked, “Come see the bedroom, I need a shower, and so do you.”

  “I was looking for a job all day.”

  She giggled, “I know, I was following you, remember?”

  “You didn’t seem to mind?”

  She blushed, “It kind of turned me on actually, tasting your cock’s mixed sweat. Like I said, no pain, but I can be kind of kinky, and I like a man who takes charge of me and my body.”

  We made it up to the third floor, where she took me into a vast bedroom. She hadn’t been exaggerating about the bed, it looked like four king sized beds lined up and melded into one. It must’ve cost a fortune to make custom. It was also on a raised dais about three feet high that had two steps to climb up, and there were couches and chairs in there as well, obviously the bed was in a position for exhibitionists, while the voyeurs watched and had their fun on the couches and chairs too, perhaps. I reminded myself she wasn’t into that aspect of things, and she didn’t throw swinger parties.

  I knew I wouldn’t share her anyway, though maybe with other women if they joined our bed as she’d implied. She was my nymph now, at least until our alliance ended, but I was already foolish enough to hope for more despite the realistic expectations I held in that moment. She was a hell of a woman, at least as far as I could tell at that time.

  We moved into a bathroom that had a hot tub for eight, a whirlpool bath for two, and a very large shower cubicle large enough for at least three people, with about seven shower heads pointing from three different directions. I started to strip as she did, and she smiled in shy invite as she turned on the water and stepped into the shower.

  It was a little awkward as we hardly knew each other, but that didn’t stop me from quickly going to full mast with her soapy hands rubbing all over my body, as I returned the favor and soaped up her fair milky and silken skin.

  Her breasts were lovely, so supple and firm, but with enough natural bounce and sway that I knew they were one hundred percent natural even before I took them in hand and gently squeezed them.

  The artful wide-eyed innocent look that was on her face as she looked up through her eyelashes and moaned softly at my touch there, made my cock twitch. She was something else, and I was starting to think those innocently coy looks of seduction was an integral part of her personality. Something she’d done so often artfully that it’d become programmed habit, and not so much a conscious manipulation. Just a part of who she was.

  I spent my time on her breasts, and learned she liked a firm but gentle touch, and the way I firmly rolled her nipples between thumb and forefinger had her panting and gasping as her soapy hand started to stroke my cock.

  I couldn’t help myself as I pushed her up against the wall and bent down, the hot water making the suds rush away just before I lightly suckled her nipple. Her sweet gasp followed by a moan of pleasure as she arched her back and pushed that breast into my face just encouraged me to take my time with it. I made love to those supple and generous breasts with my lips, tongue, teethe and fingertips as she wriggled, panted, and moaned in pleasure and a building need.

  She said, “Fuck, you’re really good at that, Jack. I’m going to… goddess!”

  I was so turned on by the fact she’d just come from tit play I moaned deeply at the sweet taste of her supple nubile teen skin, and the way she trembled drove me as crazy as the breathy pants did. Her hands tightened in my short hair and she held on for dear life.

  It wasn’t a huge life-changing orgasm for her, but it was an orgasm. And I took pride in the fact she was shocked by it, which told me her other lovers hadn’t been up to that task very often, if at all. They’d probably been too rough, her tits were very sensitive, firm but gentle had gotten her there.

  I kissed down her breasts, to the bottom of one while I rolled her wet nipples with both thumbs and forefingers, then went down to my knees with my mouth watering. I looked up into shocked and pleasured eyes, as I slowly and deliberately stroked my hands down her legs, and then grabbed one of her calves and tossed her leg over my shoulder. I kissed her raised leg slowly toward the promised land, the scent of her arousal was heady, even with the hot steaming water running down our bodies, and her fat pussy lips were glistening with her liquid anticipation.

  I didn’t tease her exactly, but I did take my time, and her widened eyes and breathy soft sounds fell from her lips at the touch of my lips on her inner thighs drove me insane.

  I moaned in approval, and I didn’t break the intense eye contact as I licked up her slit for the first time. My tongue greedily collecting small beads of her liquid ecstasy as I lightly licked along the outside of her thick meaty folds. Then again up the center, but a little deeper. I followed that pattern, outside and a little deeper inside, and the breathier she got the sexier she looked as she gazed down at me with awed pleasure. It was heady, having her pleasure in my hands, and it made me realize that I wasn’t acting any differently than she had been in the hospital sucking my cock.

  There was a joy and thrill in it, as I licked even deeper and added suction as I sucked and licked along her folds lightly and slowly. My tongue dipped deep inside her for the first time, as I circled the edge of her tight passage, and my hands which had been slowly stroking her legs settled on her ass. I squeezed her perfectly rounded ass firmly and pulled her sex against me, as I pushed my face into it. Essentially, I used that leverage to grind her into my face, and suck, lick, and brush her labia with my lips.

  I got a little lost in it, moaning, licking, and hearing the sounds of her pleasure and the blissful look in her wide faux innocent eyes. The way her firm ass felt in my hands, as I ran fingertips down her crack, squeezed, separated her ass cheeks, and even teased at her tight little puckered hole.

  So lost in her delightful taste and sensitive reactions, sweet sighs, gasps, and moans, that it took me completely by surprise when she came in a torrential squirt.

  She keened as she trembled violently, “Jack!” and absolutely flooded my face as her body trembled and shook violently with blissful pleasure.

  I continued to lick her through it, dug deep into her heaven, and even stuck a pinky past her clenched asshole which made her howl and cry in pleasure. As she started to come down from her height I stood up, leaving her leg over my shoulder and pinned between us, as I lined up my cock and pushed into her hot and ridiculously tight sex.

  I’d gotten the impression she got around, at least before committing herself to me and our alliance, including her body. But clearly her magic had kept her incredibly tight. It took me four hard strokes to bury myself despite the surfeit of lubrication, and her eyes widened as she let out panting gasps.

  The sliding friction of her hugging and wildly constricting channel around my cock drew a gasp from my own lips, and a sigh of deep pleasure as I buried myself completely in her heaven.

  Then her lips were on mine, and she kissed me with needy passion, and I was suddenly shocked as hell to realize it was our first kiss. Blow job, licked her out, made her cum by playing with her tits, and was buried balls deep, before I’d even kissed her that first time. It was a bit shocking, and it also made my cock twitch and surge deep inside her snug nubile body. Her body was pure pleasure on mine, as I pulled out a little she milked me hard with a squeezing grind, then I slammed back into her and the slidingly slick silky sensation of her hot sex was pure bliss on my sensitive cock.

  It was also an amazing kiss, Maggie had lovely lips.

  She begged in a sweet sultry voice, “Fuck me, Jack. I want to feel you fill me.”

  That little comment felt like a bucket of ice water on my libido, yet my body listened and started to drill up into her hard and fast. I took her so hard as she let out a shocked gasp, and her body literally lifted off the floor and slid up the tiles an inch or two each time I drove home into her hot curvy body. Her tits jiggled, shook, and dragged against my chest, as her eyes widened in shocked pleasure.

  The sensations of silken friction were even more incredible at that pace, and the way she milked me with squeezes and grinds, and subtle rolls of her hips told me she was an even better fuck than I’d been hoping for. The pleasure was more intense than I’d ever felt, even more than her incredibly talented cock-sucking mouth.

  “Safe?”

  She giggled, “Yes, you can fill me all you want. My magic won’t let me get pregnant, keeps me clean too, and you’re immune to disease as a demigod anyway. Haven’t you ever noticed you haven’t ever gotten sick?”

  She added after a hot gasp, “Plus, I really love the way it feels when my slutty pussy is flooded with cum. Hot, sticky, and nasty cum, please, Jack? Give it to me, it’ll make me cum so hard around your fat cock.”

  “Tight pussy,” I countered with a grunt, and her words already had me closer to the edge than I liked, so I shut her up with a kiss. I devoured her sweet mouth, and our tongues dueled playfully and messily as she slid up and down that wall with every hard and fast drive of my cock. Her sweet gasps were even better when dropped into my mouth, and my own moans were getting rather labored.

  She broke the kiss with a gasp, and she buried her head in my shoulder as she let out little whimpers and gasps of pleasure each time that I slammed my cock back home inside her welcoming sex.

  “That’s it, just fuck me, you already gave me pleasure, it’s time to take yours in my slutty and needy pussy. Fuck, Jack… cum for me, with me, please!” her voice ragged but still seductive and sultry as hell as she screamed that last word.