“Caitria, I am inclined to accept, tempted beyond belief in truth, but may I ask you this question first. Why you’re so willing to dedicate your life to mine?”

  She laughed, and it was richly vibrant and warm, “You request of me what you could demand, and you have to ask? Several reasons in truth. I love you, first and foremost. I know you are not the old sun god, but you will be the same in all the important ways, and I long to feel the love of a lifetime once more. I know you will love me. I also know my love for you will flower and evolve when I fully come to know this life of yours.

  “Secondly, I want to be a part of something bigger than I am. To serve the seer, to protect you and advise you as you influence the world, to warm your bed, that would give my life a meaning I have lost and longed for these last two millennia. Thirdly, there is the matter of fate as well, Clotho advised me in my early life that I would only find true joy and love in serving you, all other pursuits and men would be lacking and leave needs within me unfulfilled.

  “Lastly, master, because you commanded it of me in our last life, to present myself thus. You told me you’d be back, and that the new you would claim, love, and cherish me. I can honestly say, I’d have been here anyway.”

  I frowned, “I can’t see that far in the future.”

  She shook her head, “I believe he was informed of that by another god of fate. Or perhaps fate herself.”

  I blew out a breath, and I stepped closer and gently reached out to caress her face. Her eyes lidded in serene bliss at my touch, as she pushed her cheek into my hand.

  “So beautiful. It’s fortunate for both of us I had a vision of you last night, I may have been foolish enough to refuse you otherwise,” I stepped closer, and kissed her lightly on the lips, “You are mine, Caitria. My advisor, my servant, my guardian, and my lover. So, tell me about yourself,” I asked as I took her hand and moved into the yard.

  There was already desire sparking between us, but unlike a newly young Brenna she wasn’t throwing herself at me while getting naked. Servant or not, sexual tension building or not, I wasn’t going to just take her straightaway to my bed. Not yet anyway. I wanted to know her at least a little, outside of the shallow, the first time I looked deep into her eyes and slid my cock into her hot body for the first time. Damn, her legs were amazing, almost as amazing as those rounded Double Ds I already wanted to slide my cock between, and her scent and presence as potent as I remembered in the vision as I guided her to a lounge chair and pulled her down next to me.

  She cuddled into me quite eagerly as we looked up at the stars. It was still over two hours until dawn.

  “What do you wish to know, master. And thank you, for claiming me.”

  “Anything. Your history is vast, and one day we will explore it because I want to know everything about you. But right now, I want to hear about the Caitria in my arms. I know you want to serve me, love me, but what else do you like?”

  She kissed me warmly, deeply, longingly. Damn, so much sweet surrender and desire.

  “I love to dance, both vertically and horizontally,” she winked, “the fae are a passionate race, including our sensual appetites, and I am no different. I like the night, a hunt, and soaring through the treetops. I love seducing you, master. i love the way you’re looking at me right now, and how very tightly you’re holding me. I also want to meet the others, and I’ll need to do some shopping, a fae’s wardrobe tends to be limited to the hides and furs we take in the hunt. That won’t be suitable in your world, and I will love dressing for you.

  “Sorry, I know you said besides you, but being so close to you and held so securely in your arms is extremely distracting, Master. Let’s see. I’m wealthy by human standards, I have plenty of gold to trade for that shopping I mentioned. A girl tends to accumulate wealth over a few millennia, even in the forests.

  “I love music, it’s my guilty pleasure, or it has been, keeping up with the evolving human music over the centuries. Then there’s the arts. The arts have always fascinated me, one of the reasons I chose and was compatible with the sun god to begin with.

  “Fae are artists, with nature. We build our homes with our magic, not just rooms in giant trees, with grown tables and chairs. But artful patterns on the walls including vines of budding flowers and we seek to reveal the beauty of all things. I’m quite accomplished at it, and I can enhance your home both in and out if you wish it.”

  “If it makes you happy, you can do whatever you want, Caitria.”

  Her eyes smoldered, “Anything, master? Can I be a good girl for you, master. I feel your need pressed against my leg and warming it in my body or between my breasts is all I can think of right now. I’ve waited so long, to feel you drive powerfully between my legs, or between my sweet lips, or deep in the valley of my breasts, master.”

  “Good girl?”

  She blushed, and her exotic pointed ears turned red, “Yes, master. I enjoy… let’s call it sexist compliments of a condescending manner, it’s what I need. The humiliating thrill of it drives me wild. Not degrading terms, I don’t wish to be treated as chattel, just… patronized in bed. And only from you, master. I am as always, your servant and at your whim and mercy, you have the power to back it up. It’s all part of it, and I hope I’ve explained it sufficiently. Anyone that could not best me saying it would leave me cold.”

  “I think I get it, anything else… not in the norm?”

  She bit her lip, “I like to watch and be watched, especially by your goddesses. Knowing I can’t compete with them, that no matter how much of a good girl I am for you, that I’ll always fall short of them. It’s thrilling to me, the shame of it fuels my desire, master.

  “Other than that, just the normal things. Being taken hard, held down, having my body belong to you. Being… owned, used, and pleasured. Not too different than your goddesses that way, I also enjoy watching my virile god and master make other woman cry out in pleasure.”

  So pretty similar to the rest of them, with subtle differences. Just like June is coy and sweet and Lily is bold and teasing, she likes arrogance in her man and to submit to the point of light humiliation but not degradation. But in the end they all lived to be taken hard, manhandled, held down, and owned sexually. Even Brenna and the twins were that way in the end.

  In the end they were close to the same in bedroom needs. It was outside of bed where they were vastly different. Brenna servile and breathless, June seductively sweet and intelligent. Lily boldly seductive and while just as intelligent she loved to act like a bimbo for me. While Caitria would be servile like Brenna, but likely a lot less reserved in her passion, while Brenna only got that way when delivering advice.

  My point wasn’t to shallowly compare them but wonder at myself. I was sure that said a lot more about me and my submissive preferences in a woman than it said anything about them. Well, they seemed to prefer me as a commanding shallow sexist, so I was going with it. Not that I was really a sexist, outside the bedroom, anyway.

  I also knew my patience was at an end. I still wanted to know everything about her, but the sexual tension was too high to resist any longer, especially after the last few topics and her supple body so conformed and warm against mine. Her bright green eyes mirrored the deep lustful need I felt rising powerfully from the depths of my being. Her beauty, her lithely sexy body with huge tits, and the exotic beauty of her face hadn’t helped my control either.

  I kissed her deeply and gripped her ass possessively, her sexy and tight pear-shaped ass that I’d been longing the grab the whole time she’d been in my arms. I lost myself in that kiss, the passion in her was explosive, even as I teleported us upstairs into bed. My intuitive and wonderfully loving goddesses had vacated the room so we could have this first time alone. I’d have to thank them vigorously later.

  Perhaps much later.

  Gods above, I was lost already. I’ve had sex that didn’t even come close to being as good and sensually passionate as her kisses alone. That’s when it finally occurred to me that this beautiful and sexy being had three thousand years of sexual experience.

  My mind was fogged with lust as the kiss broke.

  Chapter Four

  The bed creaked as I rolled away, and ordered, “Be a good girl and strip for me,” even as I pulled off my shirt and shucked my pants off. There was no way I had the patience to do anything but fuck her right now, to feel those long legs wrapped around me as I drilled her deep and plowed her hard. I wanted to eat her out badly, and explore those sumptuously bountiful breasts before I plowed those too, but it’d have to wait.

  Her eyes widened slightly with heady lust as she saw the size of my cock, her hands freezing for a moment as she bent her legs inward and lifted her ass to push off her skintight leather pants. That first reaction to my fat eight inches never failed to thrill. Her skin was fair and creamy, even more so than my light blonde’s.

  She hadn’t been wearing panties, or a bra as she proved when opening the bindings of her tight half vest, her double Ds gloriously spilled out, and she cocked one leg and gave me a come fuck me look for the ages. There was some downslope on her breasts from weight alone, but they were surprisingly standing straight out for the most part and swaying hypnotizingly.

  Her sex was glistening with liquid anticipation and need, and her labia were gorgeous. On the small side, on a lovely mound, not too different from June’s, while Brenna’s and Lily’s were far meatier.

  I crawled back into the bed with insane lustful desire in my eyes, staring deeply into her green eyes as I grabbed her wrists and pinned her arms above her head, then claimed her lips hungrily.

  She kissed me back with a passion that blew my mind, but more than that she wrapped those gloriously long legs around my middle, and she pulled herself up with them as she rolled her hips. Her slick and moist folds slid along the sensitive underside of my cock, as she pinned it down.

  She let out the sexiest little sigh of mixed pleasure and wanting need I’d ever heard as she started to hump me, sliding back and forth on my cock, and leaving dirty trails of liquid anticipation behind to lube me up. Her eyes were absolutely scorching as I broke the kiss, begging me to fuck her and do it hard.

  I pinched her nipple firmly with my free hand, squeezing harder and harder until I got the sexy gasp of mixed pain and pleasure I wanted. She liked a firm medium touch, nowhere near as soft as June’s sensitive tits needed it, but nowhere near as hard and rough as I could get with Lily’s, Brenna’s, or the twins for that matter.

  “All good girls get to scream while impaled by my cock,” I told her in a growl, as I lined up and then pushed in hard.

  The tip popped into her grasping paradise with a hiss of pleasure from us both. She didn’t even give me a chance to draw back for another thrust, so desperate to feel me fill her out, as she squeezed her legs around me tightly and then rolled her hips hard, taking another three of my inches into her snugly hot flesh.

  Her eyes glazed with pleasure, as she rolled her hips hard to meet my every thrust as I buried myself in another three hard strokes. She was ridiculously tight, so much so I was thinking fae men had small dicks, but I didn’t utter that and pushed it quickly out of my head. Well, her body would grow accustomed, and become perfectly tight for me in time.

  “So beautiful, what a good girl you are for me. My good girl.”

  Her sex quivered and convulsed.

  “Do you like that? Being my good girl? It’s your pet name now, good girl.”

  She squeezed around me powerfully, and she ground up against me drawing an involuntary moan of pleasure from my lips. She was scorching hot around me, so much so I suspected the fae ran a couple of degrees hotter than humans. Her satiny pleasure grasped, pulled, and clenched for me, generating waves of blissful pleasure that passed into my body.

  “Yes, master. Always a good girl for you. Whenever, wherever, you can take your pleasure in my body, and I will glory in it. A good girl is always willing and ready to sheath her master’s cock anywhere he wants, on or in her body.”

  Damn, her eyes were all sincere and depraved lust, as she’d said that, and the heat of her sex and her constantly working her hot flesh for my pleasure urged me to start plowing her, before I came standing still.

  Dear gods, was it good, the silken friction as I pounded into her sending waves of pleasure, and her clenching and milking sex sending potent waves of ecstasy into my body each time I pulled out. She was working so hard, her flexible body rocking against me down below, even as she thrilled that I pinned her arms above her head and started to tease her breasts. Her double ds were dangerous, bouncing riotously each time we slammed our bodies together. Delightfully brushing up and down my chest, her hard nipples tracing a line, only to slam into the bottom of my chin. It was… wild, and so damned good to pound into her paradise.

  We went at it like animals, half consumed with lust and the other half the rising pleasure. I managed to pound and grind her for almost five minutes, and I knew she was close, but I was too damned close. She was just that good, her hot nubile flesh squeezing, milking, grinding, and caressing me. Massaging my pounding cock with euphoric blissful waves of rapture and delight.

  “Too good, sweety. Cum for me.”

  She gasped, her eyes widened, and she shouted, “Slap my nipple!”

  I spanked her tit with authority, and her sex clenched and constricted around me for a long moment, then started convulsing wildly as she keened for me, cumming wildly around my cock, sucking me in and milking me as she soaked my balls and thighs with her pleasure.

  I praised, “Good girl,” then roared my ecstasy as the orgasm took me by storm. It howled through my body and my mind felt struck by lightning as my vision went dim, and I pumped my seed into her in pulse after gloriously rapturous pulse, filling her hot milking flesh with my seed.

  So lost in those green eyes, as we hung in that ecstatically rapturous moment for a seeming eternity. Then we came down.

  Her kiss was sweet, kittenish, her panting breaths into my mouth somehow joyous and sated as I kissed her back languidly and warmly. Gods, just that kiss could keep me hard.

  “Good girl.”

  She blushed, even as she convulsed around me.

  “Nipple slap?”

  She winked, “The big guns, but if I’m not right on the edge, it will make me crash. Call it a last-minute thrill, and a way to raise up my orgasm even more intensely when I go over.”

  I nodded, “Got it.”

  She asked, “Sweety?”

  I shrugged, “I don’t know where that came from either, but apparently you have two pet names.”

  She laughed, “Okay.”

  I pulled out, pulled her to me, and the dragged her toward the bathroom, where I turned on the shower. I kissed her lingeringly while I waited for the water to heat up.

  Her eyes were as thrilled as I felt, and completely lost in me as I lost myself in her. She was mesmerizing, and so exotically beautiful.

  “Smell all the soaps, pick one, until you can get your own.”

  She nodded as I pulled her into the bathroom, and after sniffing she picked Lily’s strawberry scented body wash. She looked confused as I took it, but only until I started to clean her up. She grabbed mine and returned the favor, watching me with fascination and warm excitement.

  I cleaned her quite thoroughly, removing the mess I’d made. I still had a powerful need to taste her, feast on her sex, smell her arousal from close up, and hear her cry in ecstasy as she came on my tongue. Which was the whole point of the shower, really. I mean, I don’t enjoy my own cream pies, after all.

  Then I dropped to my knees, pushed her against the tile, lifted a leg and put it over my shoulder, then started to devour her.

  She was looking down into my hungry eyes with shock, amazement, and a strongly building pleasure and loving awed devotion. Whatever she saw in my eyes, she wasn’t expecting it, but I was far too busy using my mouth to pleasure this sexy woman to pause to ask.

  Her clit was large, and cutely peaked out between her small folds, and I lavished it with a teasing lick before going back to her folds, and shoving two fingers stealthily into her hot passage. It took me a few searching moments to find that small rough spot with my fingertips, and I started to stroke her G-spot while I sucked in her clit and circled it.

  Her widening eyes and gasps of pleasure were pure music to my ears. She was so sexy and sensual above me, as her body started to squirm and tremble for me.

  I worked her harder, fingerbanging her hard and fast as I rubbed that G-spot with every stroke of my fingers, while I increased the assault on her folds and clit, I also reached up with my free hand to roll her soapy and wet nipples with authority.

  When she started to really tremble, crying out and panting wildly for me, I sucked in her clit and didn’t stop sucking, as my tongue swirled it again and again.

  Lastly, I spanked her tightened nipple hard, and loved watching her vast tit shake so violently, as I looked up between them into hot and wild green eyes.

  She keened, and went over hard, soaking my face and neck with a powerful squirt under the hot spray.

  I looked up at her in awe as she came so hard for me, truly able to enjoy the beauty of it not mind-addled from my own pleasure. I moaned deeply in approval at her ecstasy’s delicious taste as I licked her through her orgasm, until she came back down from her overwhelming bliss.

  I stood up and kissed her warmly, “You’re delicious, sweety. Was that a surprise for you, did the old me not know what his tongue was for?”

  She giggled, a little nervously, “No, he didn’t, master. That was… amazing.”

  I winked, “Yes it was, it’s one of my favorite things, to watch my women cum hard on my tongue, and quiver against it. So, get used to it, Caitria, because it certainly won’t be the last time.”

  She said breathily, “Yes, master.”

  I said, “Now be a good girl, and suck me dry.”

  She eagerly dropped to her knees with abandon, gripped my cock firmly with her hand, and looked up into my eyes.