I’d only used farseeing on June once more, the only time I’d done it on purpose. I’d felt funny about it, like I was being a creepy spy checking up on her, so I immediately stopped and resolved to never do it again. At least, not without a good reason, like teleporting to her location, or if I felt she was in trouble. Not just to look at her angelic face. No, her goddess face and heavenly body, literally.

  So, a long day and a lot done, by the time Brenna arrived and took charge of my kitchen. The redheaded minx was wearing a black sweater dress, that was tightly conforming to her body and barely reached her mid-thigh. It also showed off her B cup cleavage to advantage, and it was painfully obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra. It wasn’t until she bent over at the waist to put the food in the oven, that I discovered she wasn’t wearing panties either, when she flashed her glistening sex at me. She was soaked for me, to be in my kitchen and cooking for me, which was heady.

  Too heady, I worried.

  “Come here, wild witch.”

  She smirked and then walked my way to stand right in front of me, and I leaned down and kissed her. Her lips parted and her tongue came out to play, as I slid mine into her sweet mouth. The kiss was long, passionate, and full of promise.

  “How long?”

  She said, “Forty-five minutes,” rather breathily.

  I swatted her, turned her around, bent her over the table, then dropped to my knees.

  Her sexy scent of arousal made my cock stir mightily, and I teasingly lifted her sweater and kissed her ass cheeks, before sticking my nose between her bubbled ass cheeks, as I licked up her slick folds.

  I moaned in approval at her taste, as her whole body quivered, and she let out a wicked sigh. Then I got to work, ravishing her sex aggressively with my lips, tongue, and suction, teasing her clit with swirling tongue, and tightly sucking lips, while I caressed her ass, hips, and up and down her legs with my hands.

  “Delicious.”

  She moaned deeply in agreement, “A god is feasting on my slutty pussy. I think I love you, Mark.”

  It didn’t take much longer, as I devoured her, teased and pleased her clit, and lavishly licked between and around her folds. She cried out in ecstasy, and I moaned in contentment, as I continued to lick her through it while lapping up my reward.

  I stood up and pulled the sweater over her head, and then started to tease and kiss her tits. As slutty as she professed to be and was, her gorgeous B cups were extremely sensitive, and her nipples doubly so, so I was very gentle with them, all while I fingerbanged her toward another orgasm.

  “Oh, perfect. Suck my naughty nipples, finger my hot cunt,” she said breathily, then fell against me and I had to hold her up with my other arm, as she trembled and soaked my hand.

  That’s when I bent her back over the table, and slammed home into the pleasures of her hot silken flesh.

  “So hot around me, my wild witch.”

  She gasped, clenched around me, and rocked her hips to milk me, “Say it again,” she begged breathily.

  “My wild witch?”

  She shuddered, then clenched around me, “Yes, I love hearing that, I love being claimed by you. I just hope you’ll still want me when you have a slutty goddess craving your cock.”

  Wait, what?

  “June?”

  She writhed on the table, as I started to pound her grabbing pussy, milking me so hard. After two orgasms, she was easy to fill, stretch out, but still so tight as her liquid ecstasy eased the way.

  “Yes.”

  “She’s sweet, a bit shy, but brave,” I said as I thought about June, even while I was pounding her sex hard.

  June had been innocently beautiful and reserved yet alluring. Blushing and cutely sexy. But also brave, because she’d been the first to tell me about her day, and that she felt like this was where she belonged, with me.

  Brenna was bucking back into me, rocking her hips subtly to milk me hard as I withdrew, and impaling back onto me as hard as I drove forward into her. She was a wild witch, a slut by admission, and pretty damned amazing besides. Her body was succulently sexy, her face exotic, and her appetites stronger than any woman I’d met before.

  She said, “For now, maybe. Perhaps she needs to be sexually awakened. She’s only twenty-one, and she just got her powers. Maybe her first sexual partners were… lacking. I don’t know, maybe she isolates herself in her writing, and hasn’t learned to get her party girl on yet. She’s a nymph goddess, Mark. Fucking and frolicking is built into her.”

  I took her point, but I wasn’t going to make assumptions. I wanted June, I really did, but I also wanted to get to know her, and I didn’t want to rush her. Not until she hoisted the flags anyway, once that happened, I’d seduce her so hard she wouldn’t know what hit her.

  I spanked her hard, putting my mind back where it belonged, on the woman I was plowing.

  She gasped and convulsed around me.

  I said, “Fear not, wild witch. You’ll be my toy and wild witch for a long time. My slutty cock warmer, and my witchy advisor, not to mention the spells I’ll need your help with.”

  She trembled, cried out, and splintered apart under me.

  I leaned forward, cupped her tit, and pinched her nipple and rolled it, even as I plowed her through that third orgasm. My stamina was impressive, but then she’d sated me less than eight hours ago, and I managed to pound and grind her fourth and fifth orgasm out of her, before I pulled out, grabbed her hair and pulled her up and around, then pushed down.

  She dropped to her knees, her eyes glazed over with pleasure and a little awed, as I slid my cock between her lips and grunted.

  “My Brenna!” I roared the claim, and her eyes glazed over a she sucked and jacked my base with her soft hand, taking my load into her hot mouth.

  She came with me, a small one, but a sixth orgasm nonetheless. I wasn’t sure if it was from my roaring claim, the taste of my cum, or the fact I’d demanded the pleasure of her mouth. Likely all three.

  When I came down from the pleasure wracking my body, she was moaning contentedly and milking me. She popped off my cock, then nuzzled it with her cheek.

  “Not that I minded, but why my mouth?”

  I grinned, “Not done feasting on you yet, after dinner I’m taking you to bed for a far more thorough exploration of that hot body.”

  She shivered, her eyes glazed over, “I am yours.”

  “No smart remarks?”

  She giggled, “Too overwhelmed by you right now, and your possessiveness of me, check back with me later though.”

  I laughed, lifted her back to her feet, and kissed her for quite while, before sitting down and pulling her into my lap.

  She bit her lip, “You seem pretty sure.”

  I shrugged, “She is a goddess, and I crave her on more than just a physical level, but that doesn’t change who you are, or what we share. I can have you both.”

  She smirked, “Are you sure?”

  I nodded, “I am. I know it with certainty, my wild witch. Not arrogance, just the sense I got from my dream, that you could both be mine if I chose to claim you, she is already mine.”

  She bit her lip, “Do you think…”

  I laughed, “Yes, eventually. Would you like that? To be the toy of a god and goddess? Our bedmate, and our teacher of magic and our supernatural advisor?”

  She looked like she might faint, and I was taking that as a yes.

  “But I think I should get to know her better, before springing it all on her.”

  She giggled, “Yes, that might be best, angel face. Until she finds her inner goddess, she’s inexperienced right now, and probably confused by how much she needs to be yours. Not just in bed, but as an extension of your godhood.”

  “Heart and mind too, Brenna. I’m still a man, I don’t want to become one that only sees pleasure and power around me.”

  She bit her lip, and caressed my face, “You’re not a man, you’re a god. But gods can love too.”

  As an answer, I’d have to take it. It was better than the alternative.

  “Angel face?”

  She giggled, “Like whoopie, it shows my true age. Old-fashioned pet name for a lover.”

  “Are you part of a coven?”

  She nodded, “Yes, but not so active anymore. My daughters and granddaughters are all active in it, and my great granddaughter is a handful. Jealous of my time?”

  I shook my head, “No, just curious about you.”

  She bit her lip, “Mostly I just watched the store, running around the woods and standing for hours chanting is a game for the young. I lived a long full life as a coven witch, and I have no intention of going active again, though I’ll always be there for them and them for me. I think I’d rather be a god’s pet and cock warmer in this second life, if you really do keep me.”

  “You’re saying there are no limits.”

  She nodded, “I never imagined you’d want me long-term, which is why I seduced you so hard and boldly. I wanted a memory of a hot moment with a kind and commandingly firm in bed god. I only offered because… well I want it.”

  “We’ll see how it goes between us, one day I may ask you to quit the store and move in with us. But…”

  She kissed me, “But you need to focus on your goddess without me underfoot.”

  I smirked, “Not exclusively, but yes. I’m sure I’ll be dropping by often before that day comes. Do you have no other ambitions in this second life, but to enjoy as much pleasure as you can grasp and serve me?”

  She shook her head, “No, I’ve led a full life full of victories and defeats. I choose to dedicate my body, mind, and time, to my god. That’s you, Angel face. I will serve you breathlessly all my life, in all ways, if you but ask it of me. Demand it of me, take me, and my soul will sing with joy.”

  Fuck, talk about temptation. No wonder the old gods turned into a bunch of arrogant and entitled jealously violent assholes, if this was how they were treated all the time by lesser supernatural beings and humans.

  She smirked, as she found my cock hard and started to stroke it.

  Well, of course it was hard, what she’d told me was damned heady.

  “You made it swell, fix it.”

  She smirked, “At once, Mark,” then slid onto the tile floor between my legs, and she put her hot talented mouth to work, adoration and zealous devotion in her eyes as she looked up at me. Fervent devoutness that was as much of a turn on as it was kind of freaking me out.

  My wild witch was worshipping at the altar of my cock, literally. With dreamy adoration in her eyes, and a sensually wicked enjoyment of having my godly cock in her mouth.

  I wasn’t sure how to take it, but my body seemed to like it, because I came so hard I saw spots in front of my eyes, she really was a talented cock sucker. The best I’d ever felt by far.

  It was a crazy night, but also a lovely time. She was a fantastic cook, and after dinner I teased and pleased her whole body, and I had her writhing under my attentions. She was incredibly sensitive to my every touch, and her wanton surrender to my desires, and the fact I was catering to her pleasure, had her exploding with potent and endless orgasms.

  On the bed, we also had the opportunity to explore all the usual positions. I not only lost count of her orgasms, I lost count of mine, as we ran through every position we knew.

  Then after a shower, she put her slinky dress back on and headed home.

  She was so dedicated, and I felt almost angry at the worry in her eyes at that moment. She feared I’d be done with her, that I’d never call on her again, but only time would fix that. I already held a certain amount of shallow affection for her.

  More than that, I needed her.

  June and I might be the gods in the equation, but we were ignorant gods. With no idea of the true extent of our powers, the finer points of witchcraft or the details of the other supernatural races. No idea why we’d been reborn to these new mortal bodies and existences. Why the veil had been taken down, or what if any grand plan existed. I’d need her wisdom, her advice, and yes, I was already addicted to the pleasures of her hot petite body, and how willing and naughty she was.

  The rest of the night I studied more magic, memorizing it all seemed easy, once I read the words they seemed indelibly etched on my mind.

  It was maybe three in the morning when I felt the pull, the alarm from June, and I didn’t even hesitate.

  I stood up and brought her up in my mind to activate farseeing. It showed her in bed, a man looming over her naked, and she was trying to push him away while he was obviously trying to pull down the sheet and mount her.

  Fuck.

  I focused, and a golden teleportation sphere took me away.

  Chapter Four

  It was the moment I discovered another power. My voice wasn’t loud, but it boomed profoundly despite that. Like my voice had mass and physical impact. It was hard to explain, and obviously not that, sound doesn’t have mass, but that’s what it felt like.

  “Stop! Get the hell away from her.”

  The man stiffened and stood up straight, then immediately turned and fled the room.

  I stepped forward instinctively, then my mind caught up and I stopped still several feet from the bed. God, she was so painfully beautiful.

  “Are you okay? I felt your distress.”

  She looked up at me with shock, “Mark? You felt me?”

  I nodded, “I think you called out to me through this link we seem to have. I figured out a few things, including how to teleport. Who the hell was that?”

  She blushed furiously, “My fault, I think. It was… my father. He’s never touched me before, or even looked at me funny. I think… I think my power seduced him. He wasn’t himself.”

  I said, “Well, we can compel too, though I just now learned that. You were probably just too shaken up to speak with authority. Are you okay?”

  She bit her lip, “I will be. You figured things out?”

  I nodded, “With the help of a witch. I’ll explain everything, including the fact you can will yourself awake. Our kind don’t sleep unless we want to. Do you want me to go, stay, or do you want to come with me?”

  She said softly, “I was thinking of you, Mark. This is all so confusing, how much I need you, a man I barely know.”

  “I have some answers, but there’s a lot we need to figure out ourselves. Here’s how I look at it, no matter what we are we should take the human route in this. Our magic, our powers, our hearts, minds, and bodies are pulling us together. Saying you belong with me.”

  She blushed when I said bodies, and I’d said belong with instead of belong to, not wanting to freak her out, but I could see in her eyes she knew the truth of it.

  I continued, “But I think we should get to know each other, and see how all those levels mesh together, before… jumping into anything. Not long, but I want you to be comfortable with everything that happens.”

  She smiled, “I know. I can sense it, both your desire for me and your concern.”

  “What do you mean, you were thinking of me?”

  She blushed again, “When… my father woke up and came into my room. I was playing with my power, trying to figure out what it can do. My mind wandered to you and how I’d get to see you again tomorrow, how you… made me feel. My body got hot at the mere thought of you and the tension we shared today. I think that’s what did it.”

  I tried not to get excited by that admission but didn’t entirely succeed as my cock stirred.

  I nodded, “That makes sense. Passion of inspiration and seduction. It fits what the witch Brenna told me.”

  She patted the bed, “Come sit, tell me everything, please. I don’t want to leave without saying goodbye in the morning, and I don’t want you to leave yet.”

  “I’ll stay all night, if you need me to.”

  She bit her lip sexily, “I think that might be a bad idea, if we don’t want to rush things. I’m confused, but I promise not to make you wait long. I don’t think I can, and the strangest part is the idea of losing myself in you doesn’t bother me at all. It feels right, feminist canon notwithstanding.”

  “You’re a feminist?” I asked as I sat.

  She shook her head, “Not exactly, not militant. But I am independent, and I don’t believe a woman should be… subservient, to a man. Yet, I feel a thrill and safe in the idea of being yours. Shit, I said it out loud, fuck. Umm.”

  I chuckled, “Calm down, I’ve felt that same thing for you, that you belong to me. It’s part of the story, your powers are a specific subset of mine, I encompass all of arts and leisure, while you are a muse for novelists. Our powers, that part of you that’s mine, and is influencing the rest, but I have no automatic claim of your heart or body, or your mind, that part doesn’t belong to me, unless you wish it.”

  She looked, both thrilled and relieved at that explanation, “I already want all of that to be true though, but I see what you’re saying. Okay, hit me with it, start from the beginning.”

  I won’t recount it all, suffice it to say I left nothing out. I even told her how the witch had seduced me, which had her blushing but not at all jealous. Granted, I didn’t go into all the details, or just how many loads I’d dumped into her mouth and pussy, but I didn’t hide it either.

  She nodded, “So we’re gods, but ignorant ones, and we need our witch?”

  That was what I told her, including the fact she wanted to serve us both, in all ways.

  “That’s how I’m thinking of it. It will help us if we ever have to deal with the other races, also casting larger spells.”

  She sighed, “And I’m a nymph, a muse goddess, and that’s probably why my body smolders in your presence.”

  I blew out a breath, she really wasn’t shy with the admissions, “Yes, I know it’s a lot, and kind of crazy.”

  She giggled, “Maybe. I’m not all that experienced. I skipped the whole college experience, and the few men I’ve dated when I can tear myself from writing on the laptop, haven’t gone well. They were… less than satisfying to the point sex was frustrating for me,” she blushed, “Why is it so easy to tell you this, I never tell anyone this stuff. Anyway, I am curious, very curious, burning curious if you could change that for me, so maybe it’s time for you to go.”