She let out a breathy sigh as I grasped her skirt from the sides, and kept bunching it up with a clawing motion, while kissing the side of her neck and looking down into her delightfully pert cleavage. Her tight and huge nipples were bared to me, as she arched her back and stuck out her chest.

  My hands slid around her thighs, one high and one low, and I slammed two fingers into her hot and extremely wet sex, while the other hand just put pressure on her petite folds and deliciously large mound. I ground her folds lightly, stimulating them as well as the clit below, as I started to fingerbang her hard and fast.

  “Slut. No bra as usual, taunting me with those sexy as hell nipples, and you’re not even wearing panties. You’re dripping down your thighs for me too. So naughty for me, my dirty girl,” I accused as I fingerbanged and circle ground her at the same time, all while she squirmed and ground her petite rounded ass against my cock, and I added in a low tone, “Such a dirty and nasty slut for me.”

  She gasped, trembled on the edge, then screamed, “Yes! I’m a dirty girl slut for you!” and she splintered apart in a million pieces, her back arching, her pussy convulsing on my invading fingertips wildly, as I continued to grind her clit and folds in circles.

  I said in awe, “Such a hot mess for me, cumming so hard and beautifully for me.”

  She panted, “Yes,” over and over again, gasping and keening the word in both affirmation and ecstasy.

  When she started to come down, I spun her around and slammed her into the wall, a lot more firmly and hard than I would the others. The goddess of war looked like an adorable and petite woman, fragile and helpless, but she had the toughest body of us all. Fast, and incredibly resilient as I held her up against the wall by her throat, my eyes owning her as I unpacked my cock, and let the pants fall around my ankles.

  I pulled her against me firmly, picked her up by her rounded ass, and then lifted and pushed her back against the closet wall as her legs wrapped around my middle and her arms wrapped around my neck.

  She whimpered in desire and post orgasmic bliss, “Yes, fuck me. You have no idea how much I need that cock in me. Use my slutty pussy, so hot for you, so needy to be pounded and filled. Your wrong you know, I was always a slut with a borderline nymphomaniac libido, even before I was goddess I was totally a shameless tramp. I was the easy girl in senior year, the one they all tried to bang, and almost half of them succeeded, while the other half were sucked off for their trouble.

  “My power of wisdom just makes it sharper, sends me into a slutty and needy spiral while I imagine and plan out a life with my partner. Now I’m your dirty and depraved slut, your naughty and nasty goddess who craves to be pounded so hard, used so hard, and to be filled with the evidence of your pleasure. I know how worked up you are, but I just need your cum heating my middle, I need to feel you take your pleasure in me, darkness.”

  Fucking hell, she was too much, in a good way, but a damned danger in making me premature. Which is why I’d gotten her off with my fingers first. Between her and Natasha, they’d had me on the edge when I was still in my pants. Though, it was fun and hot to do it to her too.

  I lifted her by the ass cheeks a little higher, and she gripped my cock to line me up to her dripping slit, and I shoved up as I dropped her on my cock, impaling her on my first four inches easily. A couple of bounces later, and I was completely buried in her wildly grasping paradise.

  Then I started to plow her hard, and she worked me just as hard as Natasha did, as they all did. Working me hard for my pleasure, squeezing, clenching, swirling and gyrating, and churning her hot pussy on my cock. Her body moving in a sinuously graceful and seductive rhythm as she worked me with churning grinds, rolling grinds, gyrating hips, and she sent waves of pleasure crashing uncontrollably through my body. All while I just pounded into her, making her bounce high up the wall the full length of my cock.

  The pleasure of it was staggering, and I wasn’t sure how long I’d last.

  Chapter Four

  Natasha

  Gary nailed our needy hot petite blonde up and down the wall, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of it from the center of the bedroom by the foot of the bed. It was so sexy watching my man drill into and make her cum, and her wild cries as she bounced helplessly and eagerly on his cock had my body flushing with heat.

  Her hot as hell speech about what a slut she was had also excited me, and not just because it’d been naughty and salaciously thrilling. It also provoked me because of what it meant for her to admit it. What it meant for her to reveal the depths of her depravity and naughtiness was a show of trust, a next step in our relationship, and showed that she was truly coming to believe we’d accept her for who she was. Our wicked dirty girl and cuteness wasn’t hiding anything anymore. I mean, once you admitted to servicing half your graduating class and probably claiming the virginity of a quarter of it… damn, she wasn’t hiding anything.

  I bet the little slut had been servicing her whole study group the last twenty years, college to college, and my hot flesh clenched at the thought. I’d never been that naughty, if rather free with myself I’d always been picky too, and never with more than one man at a time on the hook.

  I looked over as I heard Vicki’s low and fast panting as she watched with glazed needy eyes, which was about the only lure that could’ve broken my lustful gaze on him taking Mandy up against the closet wall.

  “Hotness, may I try something,” as I turned and moved into her, crushing my vast breasts against her tremendous ones.

  Vicki said breathily, “Anything, Tasha.”

  I smiled. I’d been experimenting a little more freely with my pleasure magic, since the horrific use I’d put it to yesterday. I knew what it was capable of, and I’d even mixed it with the power of beauty today to get my ass ready for Gary to pound, all while I was sucking him off, an added naughty thrill.

  Regardless, the matching appropriate use of those abilities and powers were not as clear cut, and I needed to establish some rules for myself, I think. The only way to do that was to play around, experiment a little, and feel how I felt about it.

  Vicki sighed breathily as I caressed her face and kissed her teasingly, languidly with the budding affection in my heart. Then through that kiss and our connected tongues I breathed out a trickle of building pleasure into her body, straight to her nipples, sex, and even her ass. Stimulating them all with a building and relentlessly escalating blissful sensation.

  Her breath got shallower, and she kissed me so sweetly in passion as she started to whimper into my mouth. I was so turned on I couldn’t see straight, as she started to tremble in my arms, then cry out into my mouth as her body gave in and was overwhelmed by that constantly building tide of pleasure rushing through her body. She trembled hard in my arms, our breasts mashed, our lips and kiss sloppy as a tide of feedback from my power flushed me with a masterful and undeniable surge of pleasure. As if my power was connecting our bodies in that moment, and I was feeling the potent backwash of her pleasure through that connection.

  She splintered apart, while I sighed in ecstasy, my orgasm riddled through my body with delicious humming decadence that washed through my mind. Not a huge orgasm, not nearly as earthshattering as hers was, but an entirely satisfying and a wondrously divine release.

  I pulled back my power, and our kiss steadied, warmed, and she kissed me dreamily in a way that warmed my heart.

  Vicki’s eyes were full of awe as she pulled back.

  “What do you think?” I asked, feeling sated though still turned on. Still slightly aroused as I watched Gary pounding her from the corner of my eyes, and hearing his grunt as he roared Mandy’s name and took his pleasure in her.

  She said, “That was incredible. Not as… exciting as an intimate touch on me, pleasuring me and building it up, but a hundred times better than an intense vibrator orgasm that just rips through and leaves you hollow. My body is still buzzing from it. I’d rather the full experience, but in emergencies when I feel really needy, it would be very welcome.”

  I smiled and kissed her deeply.

  She said breathily, “If you bend over the bed, I’d love to return the favor with my fingertips and my face buried in your ass. I need to taste my queen’s ass.”

  Her queen?

  My pussy clenched, and I studied her eyes for a moment as I worked out my own feelings on what had just happened. I mean, it’d been amazing of course, a total rush making her cum so hard, and even getting a mini-orgasm out of it myself. Hot, but also… empowering. I mean, I felt masterful, and it’d been quite possibly the hottest kiss I’d ever shared as my power delivered pleasure to us. There was a heady temptation to it, a rush and thrill at my own power that I’d have to watch carefully.

  There was also a worshipful awed look in Vicki’s eyes that was equally heady. I mean, if I as a woman didn’t want love and a huge polyamory family with lots of children first and foremost, as my largest personal ambition, then I could definitely see myself getting swept away by the heady power.

  I wasn’t entirely proud of it, but I accepted that truth about myself. That I had within me a thrill at the idea of using the power of pleasure to manipulate and make others worship me. It was so hot and exhilarating, feeling her cum so hard for me at the lightest application of that power, seeing the awe and satiation her eyes.

  It also told me I hadn’t been entirely right about Aphrodite. Doing that would not be twisting my pleasure mantle, it felt good and right if a little selfish, those thoughts. If not for that need for family, I could easily see the power and mantle corrupting me to be just like her.

  Of course, that’s what my mantle of love was for. That was the obvious truth of Aphrodite I’d missed, but could see so clearly now in hindsight to using and feeling the temptation of my pleasure mantle. I had four mantels, not one, and they were all incredibly powerful as a tier one god. I had a wide mantle, the mantle of love compensating for those temptations. It wasn’t that Aphrodite had been twisting her pleasure mantle, it was that she’d been ignoring her mantle of love. Wallowing in the shallow end of the pool. Not too unlike Nate ignoring his mantle of justice in favor of ruling with an iron fist and fear, actually.

  So, I didn’t think I’d ever be corrupted by it, but I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t tempting, and that I didn’t see the attraction of such a naughty and selfish path. One of pleasure, worship, and adulation as my due.

  On her side, staring into her eyes, I’d also have to be careful not to enslave her, have her worship me, for the pleasure I could deliver. Pleasure was addicting, after all, but I honestly didn’t think it’d be a problem if we mostly stuck to bedroom loving with intimacy, and only used it in emergency situations like she said.

  I mean, part of that look she was giving me, and the desire to go down on me in return, was all about her mantel. Her mantel as a goddess, our lascivious party girl lived for getting drunk and fucking, so it was what it was.

  In the meantime, I was going to enjoy her worshipping my dirty tight asshole with her tongue, while she fingerbanged me and played with my clit. So I winked, bent over Mandy’s bed, and looked back at her to get started. I’ll admit I was bit depraved, the wicked exhilaration of having a hot tongue probing my ass felt so dirty and wrong, and absolutely smoldering and pleasurable at the same time.

  The others came out, and I looked right at Mandy, “Feed me that delicious cream-pie while Vicki licks my ass.”

  Mandy couldn’t get my head between her legs fast enough, and she blurred as she lunged onto the bed and spread her legs for me, the heady scent of her liquid completion and Gary’s musky seed made me moan wickedly in anticipation.

  Given Vicki’s sudden cry of pleasure as her face was pushed hard into my ass, I was guessing Gary was burying his cock in her hot flesh at the moment. That was some delicious fuck train, I thought, as I dove into Mandy’s messy and tasty sex. His cock would be driving Vicki’s face into my ass, and my face into Mandy’s messy cunt.

  My life was so amazing, we’d have to make it up to Amelia later, I was sure she’d be getting that glass of water until we were done…

  The jets of the steaming Jacuzzi felt decadent on my wonderfully sore and used body. After our foursome quickie on the bed, Mandy had finally gotten to moving her stuff. As soon as we’d gotten home I’d followed Gary’s lead and I’d stolen our caramel goddess for a little one on one time. Normally we’d be naked, but since we were both bi and the sexual tension was delicious between us, bikini’s had been in order until she was ready.

  She didn’t seem to mind me dressing her in a white bikini that really popped on her dark caramel skin tone, while I wore a red one. With my beauty power, that is. The hot water felt amazing on my muscles, and as usual I was slightly aroused as we sat comfortably together, her across from me with plenty of room to make her feel comfortable.

  “This is nice.”

  She smiled, “It really is. You have a beautiful home.”

  I grinned, “So do you. Thanks for understanding earlier.”

  Amelia blushed, then said, “It’s a little my fault, you know.”

  “How so?”

  Amelia shrugged, “You all want to spend time with me, so your sexual tension and need kind of… boils over since you’re putting it off more than you usually would.”

  I tilted my head, “Excellent point, Amelia.”

  Amelia asked, “Why me? It’s what I asked Gary, why are you sharing him with two others, and you want to add a third to that. I mean, I get we’re compatible all with similar kinky needs in bed, but that’s not a good reason to split the cum supply four ways, is it? We all know you can keep him for yourself, if you really wanted to. At least now, before love sets in other directions.”

  I giggled naughtily, “I want a big family, on my heart side. Yes, it’s a compromise, but I know Gary can handle the four of us, easily, plus we all help each other out that way. As long as his cock is splitting me open once or preferably twice a day I’m good. So, to answer your question, it’s a matter of the heart, not sex, though you are incredibly sexy and alluring. Variety in the bedroom is not one of the downsides from my point of view.”

  Amelia blushed, “I see. You want a large loving family.”

  I touched my nose, “That’s the one. Also, lots of wild and kinky sex too. That’s not even my mantle talking, I’ve wanted that since I was sixteen and I was still a virgin. I mean, my parents tried to keep it from me, but my dad lived with eleven women and nine of them nymphs, they’re not exactly subtle. I was very attracted to and even a little jealous of the lifestyle back then. I’m my mother’s daughter that way, I think its encoded in the DNA.

  “Do you feel… cheated somehow, in that? I mean, you’re only here because you were put on a list by my dad, because you would fit in on the council and in the family, if we made the effort to make it work. I’ll be honest, you’re such a poised lady and coy of personality that I’d have never guessed at the truth of your… desires?”

  Amelia giggled, “No. I mean that’s why you showed up at my office, but the instant chemical attraction and desire between all of you and me was obvious and strong. The normal initial attraction that draws people together, so no. I don’t feel cheated, that’s pretty normal, even if the reason for the meeting wasn’t.”

  I smiled, “Good, you hid your attraction well by the way, poised and professional. You know what my first thought of you was?”

  Amelia blushed, “What?” she asked a little nervously.

  I giggled, “It’s not bad. I was… impressed, intimidated, seriously turned on by and admired you. I think we’re a lot alike in our public poised and elegant princess personalities. But you… made me feel like a pretender, I mean mine hasn’t been tested and set by experience yet, I’m still a college student, you know? But there you were, sexy, graceful, so very confident and elegant, conqueror of the world.”

  Amelia giggled, “Part of that was the take no prisoner clothes and my lawyer face, but would it help to hear I thought the same about you. Graceful confidence and regal power roll off of you, even when you’re at home and let your guard down. Even in a hot tub looking fantastic in a red bikini.”

  I blushed, “Thanks. It’s deeper than that already. I mean, I admire you for all you’ve accomplished, and for the principles you fight so assiduously for.”

  Amelia smiled, “You’re rather impressive yourself.”

  Gary had definitely been on to something, the connection between Amelia and I felt so much stronger and more intimate being alone with her. Having her complete attention on me was dazzling my senses, and I could tell she felt the same way about me. She was elegantly gorgeous, and so very sexy. Incredibly sweet too.

  “Sweetness.”

  Amelia laughed, “You like your pet names ending in ness, don’t you?”

  Cuteness, hotness, and now sweetness, she may have a point, though I do call Gary sir or honey, depending on the situation.

  I giggled, “Maybe, but it totally fits you, even if you’re a lot more than that too. So, are you comfortable enough with the new plan? I thought you didn’t want to be a judge.”

  Amelia nodded, “America’s laws all have strict penalty ranges assigned to criminal laws and statutes. A judge has some freedom, but the sentence has to be within those guidelines. That’s not a bad thing, it will prevent corrupt judges from putting down unreasonable sentences in both directions. Our laws as gods are far fewer, and there are no sentencing guidelines. So I can set the appropriate sentence based on the situation for true retributive justice on an individual level.”

  “That makes a lot of sense, now that you spelled it out.”

  Amelia asked, “What’s your greatest regret?”

  I blushed, “Wow, graduating to third date questions, are we? Will you tell yours if I tell mine?”