Maggie said, “I think I get it. Well guns and swords shouldn’t overly trouble our man.”

  I nodded, “We’ll deal with it when they show up.”

  Bonnie bounced, “Try not to kill all of them.”

  I replied, “I won’t if I don’t have to, but I can’t let them keep coming back either. If they give their parole not to return, I’ll accept it.”

  Bonnie sniffled, and kissed my cheek.

  “I need to get my stuff, it’s in my car, all my clothes. Can I umm, I really need to…”

  “Blow Jack?” Maggie teased.

  Bonnie nodded, and bit her lip, “It’s my favorite sex act, and I really want to suck his cock right now. I’ve been hoping, dreaming, of sucking off my future mate for the longest time.”

  Elena chuckled, “Go ahead.”

  “Favorite?” I asked curiously.

  Bonnie replied, “You know, I totally love a good pounding, more pleasure in that too. But sucking cock is like a totally giving and sensual experience, an act of joyful giving, and I love being in charge of a man’s pleasure. For you, my mate… fuck, I’m so wet at the thought. It’s also a worship thing, I can totally share it with my goddess, with a clear head and nothing but joy and a transcendent peace in my heart. So, in that way it’s my favorite, though clearly the other choices are a lot more pleasurable for me.

  “In a way that’s exactly the point, it’s a transcendent gift and sacrifice of my body to pleasure, without getting anything back. It’s…” I shut her up with a kiss, and she moaned deeply into my mouth in excitement as I lingeringly but firmly led the kiss as I fisted her hair. The dueling sensations of my firm hold on her with her hair, and the way I kissed and explored her silken pouty lips so softly, had her whimpering into my mouth.

  Fuck, another nympho, this one a champion of Aphrodite.

  I teased her lips with my fingertip, then said, “I understand, I feel much the same down on my knees, if not in worship to Aphrodite, the rest of it. In fact, I can’t wait to get my tongue on you and feel you quiver on my tongue, but I’ll let you have what you need first.”

  Maggie giggled, “He’s not exaggerating, he eats us out all the time, and loves to tongue ass. Better yet, he’s really good at it.”

  I kept my fist in her hair as I urged her down with light pressure, and her face flushed with heady desire and her icy blue eyes sparkled with delight. I otherwise didn’t control her at all, as she fished me out and took me between those pouty lips.

  “Fuck, Bonnie,” I gasped.

  My Maggie was still the blow job queen, but I was fairly sure only because I had to declare a tie. Bonnie’s hot eager mouth and nimble tongue were completely different in style, but at least as intense. All at the same time, she was jerking my base, rolling my balls with her other hand, and teasing my taint with her long red nails.

  Then she took me in her throat, and deep throated me. Her moaning throat sent potent vibrations of euphoria through my sensitive head that thrummed powerfully through my body. The physical sensations of her two hands, tongue, lips, and hot tight throat were incredible.

  But it was the look of absolute devotion and ecstasy on her face that drove me mad, or the way her icy blue eyes told me she was lost in lustful and loving service to my cock. She popped off to gasp in some air, and she started to stroke me using the vast amounts of saliva she’d left behind as lubricant.

  “Oh goddess, your cock is perfect. I so owe the goddess one.”

  Maggie giggled.

  It was only then that I realized we were sitting in the damned living room, in a house full of witches. That’s how damned distracting Bonnie had been, and how much she’d turned me on. I’d forgotten the nine witches were home right now, and they could walk in at any time.

  “The coven?”

  Maggie giggled, “Bonnie put up a ward, they won’t see anything but us talking in low voices, unless they come within two feet of the couch. She’s amazing, I wish I could work a ward that powerful that quickly.”

  Bonnie kissed my cock and brushed it with her lips, then said, “You have more than enough power for that, I’ll show you how later.”

  I looked away for just a moment at the breathiness of Maggie’s voice, and saw Elena’s hand up Maggie’s skirt, and Maggie’s up the skirt of Elena’s dress. They were enjoying the show alright, but my eyes immediately returned to those hot icy blue eyes.

  “You’re amazing, Bonnie.”

  She smiled, “Wait until we have longer, this is just my quick finish blowjob. I’d happily suck my mate’s perfect cock for hours, at your whim, but we really don’t have the time right now.”

  Then I moaned as she took me back in, her tongue luxuriously swirling the tip and her suction creating a whirlpool of spit around the sensitive head, while her hand slid up and down my base. She also rolled my balls and teased my taint in perfect synchronicity.

  Then she started to use a technique that Maggie often used on me, with a slight difference. She used her mouth on the top half and hand on the bottom. Her hand jerking the base was a perfect match to her quickly bobbing and sucking lips. Each time she reached the apex of her bob her tongue swirled the tip as her hand reached the apex of her milking pull and she twisted. The sensations of it were mind-blowing. All that was the same, the different part was the wild snaking of her tongue as she slathered the shaft going up and down, that Maggie while just as good, was just… different, and really fucking intense that first time because I’d never felt anything like it before.

  She looked up into my eyes with her hers begging me for my seed, she’d never stopped doing that. Her eyes hooded with the pleasure of my cock in her mouth.

  Her blissed out moans of enjoyment rose it up to another level, and although I didn’t look away from those blue eyes the warm seductive moans and sultry seductive moans of pleasure from Maggie and Elena respectively as they Jilled each other off just added to the orgasm that was fast approaching.

  Her eyes heated further, and her moans became more wanton. I couldn’t help but slightly rock my body in rhythm to her hands and mouth, which she very much approved of.

  “Bonnie, I’m close.”

  The vixen sped up, and the look in her eyes was desperate for my seed, as I felt my balls go numb and my eyesight tunneled as I roared in pleasure.

  Her body stiffened against me, as soon as the seed hit the back of her throat, and she trembled. I could see it in her eyes, it wasn’t a big one, but I’d literally made her cum by painting the back of her throat. She wasn’t touching herself either, because both her hands were still working me.

  She sucked hard and bobbed past the sensitive tip, milking me, and swallowing in rhythm to her own violent waves of ecstatic bliss, her hand jerking me as well. Her throat swallowed lewdly with every pulse of my seed into her eager cock-sucking mouth.

  Her eyes shuttered in ecstasy as it slowed down, and she suckled at my spent cock with a dreamy look of contentment in her eyes, like I’d just made her life complete by letting her suck me off.

  Fuck me, I could barely wait to eat the leggy golden blonde vixen out.

  Then she licked the tip to claim the last dribble, which made my whole-body twitch with intense pleasure. She smiled and swallowed one more time.

  “Better than I’d imagined.”

  I smiled, “Me too.”

  She giggled, “I’ll go get my stuff,” she said as she packed me away gently and zipped up my pants.

  As she got up, I snagged her hand, and she squeaked as I pulled her firmly into my lap, fisted her hair again, and kissed her lingeringly, and deeply, which made her melt against me as our tongues playfully and softly dueled, and our breathiness increased as our hands gently stroked each other’s bodies through it.

  She smiled brightly, “Wow.”

  I smiled, and caressed her soft cheek, “I think that’s my line, sweet vixen.”

  She beamed, “I know it’s just shallow emotion right now, but I can’t believe you already made me feel cherished,” and she wiped the tear from her eyes.

  I said, “The luggage can wait, there’s more I’m about to make you feel.”

  I manhandled her over the back of the couch, so her head hung down toward the floor. I grabbed the hem of her tight short shorts and pulled down firmly. Then I spanked her tight sexy pear-shaped ass pretty damned hard, but the gamble paid off if the sweet breathy gasp of sweet pain followed by the sweet moan of dirty pleasure was any indication.

  She’d really cum with me, and the scent of her arousal and completion was overwhelming. Her sex was gorgeous, both petite and a sexy as hell pink as I leaned forward and licked up the drenched silken labia.

  She quivered, and then moaned.

  I dug a little deeper between those folds, and just barely brushed her clit, before licking down her folds, where I rimmed her sheath. She was tight, surprisingly so although I shouldn’t have been, not with how tight Maggie was with the same kind of history. Then I kept going up, as I licked across her taint with a light touch, then she squirmed.

  “Oh goddess! You weren’t lying.”

  Maggie giggled, “Told you, just hold on and enjoy the ride,” she finished, even as I spanked her ass again while simultaneously sinking in two fingers and thumbing her clit through the hood.

  She made the cutest little sex sounds as I ate her ass and fingered her pussy, while paying special attention to that sensitive rough spot in her tight depths and running my thumb in light circles over her clit hood. Her hood provided plenty of wet and silken grinding and rubbing against that sensitive nub. She was delicious.

  I worked her steadily that way, until she came for me at least twice, the second time she screamed in ecstasy while her whole body trembled violently against my tongue, lips, fingertips, and hands. Her cutely innocent high-pitched exuberant voice sounded almost wrong in the throes of ecstasy, but she was definitely over eighteen, and just three years younger than I was for that matter.

  She looked dizzy, after I pulled her shorts back up, and pulled her back over into my lap. Out of breath, and delirious from pleasure with a gob smacked look in her eyes as she looked at me with dreamy shock.

  “He is really good at that,” she said softly, but also clearly mostly to me despite addressing my other mates in pronoun choice.

  I smiled, I was already in awe of her, “Need help with your luggage?”

  She smiled, “I’d love some, my mate,” she turned to Maggie, “Is that… all the time?” she asked in hopeful confusion.

  Maggie giggled, “Yes, and he knows how to use that cock too.”

  Bonnie bit her lip, and then kissed me lingeringly, “I am yours, Jack.”

  I patted her ass possessively, the same way I did it with Maggie and Elena. Although Elena mostly liked the idea and didn’t ever mind, Bonnie clearly swooned at the possessive gesture just as much as my Maggie did.

  “I’m yours too, sweet vixen. Does that work for you?”

  She blushed, “Yes.”

  Maggie said, “Treats us like lady’s. I’ve tried, but the man won’t call us nasty things.”

  Bonnie smiled wider, “Clothes, trunk,” clearly choked up with emotion, and not just about what Maggie just said. I imagined it was everything together.

  I grinned, “Let’s go.”

  We stood up, and Bonnie waved her hand. I felt her power, but not the magic she’d summoned or formed. Regardless, the huge wet spot as well as the sex smell was just gone, I also didn’t feel sticky anymore.

  Maggie giggled, “That’ll cut down on those showers.”

  Bonnie snorted, “You can do that too, I’ll show you.”

  “Not all of them I hope, one or two a day could be fun.”

  Bonnie giggled, “Of course.”

  We all went, though I wound up carrying four of her bags, each of them managed one each for the last three. It didn’t take us long to unpack. They were all different, but all shockingly focused on one type of clothing style.

  Maggie loved skirts, Elena loved dresses, but all of Bonnie’s stuff was casual. She had a few skirts, and a few club dresses, but the rest of it was casual. Jean shorts, yoga pants, various types of casual shirts, even her blouses were casual.

  She also had about twenty pairs of sandals from casual to dressy.

  The rest of the day we just got to know her better. The small day to day things. It was also obvious she told the truth, she ate up my attention, and I knew she needed it, so I gave her my gentle attention and treated her like the others, like a lady. But I was constantly touching her, pulling her into my lap for a sweet kiss, and caressing her face.

  She loved to be touched, some of that may fade slightly, when she comes to accept she’s truly family and loved, but I expected I’d enjoy giving her that attention she craved. Just as I gave Maggie and Elena what they needed, which included touching and affection, but not to the extent Bonnie craved it.

  Bonnie was a wild one, as I found out in our first foursome that night. She was as incredible at fucking as she was sucking, and she gave me her whole body that night as well, not just her pussy and ass, but I’d fucked those incredibly large and deliciously rounded tits, with the most delicate pink nipples on her milky skinned breasts.

  She liked anal more than Elena, but not to the insane level of enjoyment as my Maggie. Still, three or four orgasms was still amazing to me, as was Elena’s one or two orgasms when we did it. It was all a matter of degrees, in my decadent new world of gods, demigods, monsters, and witches.

  I also discovered foursomes were easier than threesomes, which I hadn’t really been expecting at all. I’d figured it’d be even more complicated before I’d experienced it. Reason being, I didn’t have to think about splitting my attention or time, or about worrying about neglect or unfair time and focus.

  They were also more intimate, save the three on one round we did, while we each all pleasured the fourth all at once. Those were intense, but the intimate part came because a foursome naturally broke up into two couples, and we could mostly focus our energy on that one partner. Then switch two times to cover all the combinations so we each got focused attention from every mate.

  Lastly, I discovered Bonnie was extremely aggressive in bed. My playful kitten tried to take control at times as well, but the effort almost seemed token and to push me into asserting a much more insistent control over her body and what we were doing. My sweet vixen on the other hand truly wanted to fuck my brains out, and she’d wrestled me for it.

  Which was a hell of a lot of fun, and I’m pretty sure she enjoyed losing a great deal, but I wasn’t entirely sure I wouldn’t let her win on occasion, and to let her set the terms and position as she rocked my world.

  It was kind of crazy, jumping in with both feet like that. We’d just met her less than eight hours before, when I was holding her snugly in my arms, feeling warmth in my heart toward her and already feeling protective and possessive about my sweet vixen.

  Eight hours, and I was going to sleep with her in my arms, while my Maggie was nuzzling my neck and settling down on my other side, with Elena spooned into Maggie’s back.

  It was wild, and crazy, but I wouldn’t give up this new crazy life for anything.

  Chapter Four

  The sunlight was warm on my skin and the breeze just cool enough to keep my skin from breaking into a sweat. The grass was spongy and comfortable against my back, and the cool crispness of the air was invigorating. The soft feminine humming was sweet and welcoming, and my head felt extremely comfortable in someone’s lap as soft caressing fingertips ran along my forehead and hair.

  I should’ve been alarmed by some of that, since the last I remembered I was holding Maggie and Bonnie possessively as I went asleep in my bed, but I was far from alarmed as my eyes slid open and looked up.

  She was divine, if you’ll forgive the pun. She looked young, just past the cusp of womanhood with the blush of youth still on her cheeks, save for her warm dark blue eyes which held the weight of untold ages but also joy and inspiration. Her face had a classical beauty with full lips, strong cheekbones, and a perfect nose.

  Her midnight sky colored ringlets flowed down her body, both of her breasts partially covered by what fell down her front, the rest no doubt running down her back like liquid midnight rolls. Her breasts were perfectly rounded Cs, and quite pert and gravity defying. I could see her highly placed pink nipples glinting in the sunlight through that shiny blue-black hair.

  She was more than alluring, but at the same time I got the impression it wasn’t an invitation. Her topless state was just natural, if that made sense. Truthfully, I wasn’t sure it did make sense to me, but it was how I felt, and that had a lot to do with her sense of presence.

  I’d expressed earlier that it’d been difficult to come to terms with the idea of a god or goddess being above me, but that I had managed it. It wasn’t really until that moment I truly understood, and it wasn’t her incredible beauty that did it. Her sense of presence cocooned me and reality seemed to bend to her will. She was at that moment, the center of my universe and it filled me with awe. My mind was crisp, more alert than I’d ever felt even while wielding my magic, and even her warm feminine scent spoke of inspiration and joy.

  I could hear laughter and song in the distance, reminding me I had nine goddesses to worship and follow.

  “Goddess?”

  She smiled, “He speaks,” then her lips quirked, “Calliope. My name is a formal mode of address.”

  Her voice was soothingly sweet and musical.

  I said, “Calliope,” in awe, and she grinned wider, “Where are we?”

  She replied, “In a dream of sorts, a shared dream. Our champions spend time here every night while they sleep, but we can invite and call anyone that follows us, that has dedicated themselves to us. So the question is will you be coming back?”

  “I’d be honored to serve you and spend my sleeping nights in this place. I’m also overwhelmed right now, this is very… nice.”