First, I pulled him closer with my power, and tried to get him to change form, the armor and sword idea she’d had. The soul obeyed my thoughts, and it became a solid looking glowing steel sword. I grabbed it, and felt the same velvet slipperiness of my magic, how I’d imagined it felt like when I was wielding it to my inner senses. I carefully tapped it against the table, and to my surprise it made a noise.

  Maggie said, “I can see that. Cool. Make a shield?”

  I nodded, and it turned into a shield.

  Maggie grinned playfully, and a small tiny ball of fire shot my way. Despite her not warning me, I felt like I had all the time in the world as I moved the shield in front of the ball. The fire hit it and hissed.

  She nodded, “Try making a soul suit covering your whole body. The shield is a good concept, but a full body protection would be better.”

  My focus made it happen, and she shot another fireball at me, a tiny one. I winced slightly as it hit me, but I didn’t even feel the heat.

  She said, “Okay, so you can block magic with a soul suit, so you don’t need a shield… Unless.”

  She opened a drawer, and threw a wooden spoon at me, which bounced off my chest as I’d purposefully not blocked it.

  “Did you feel that?”

  I shook my head.

  She nodded, “Some kind of physical and magical shield, so I bet your sword will cut right through most magic, or at least depending on its relative power. More powerful armor, and more powerful weapon, by wielding and melding more and more souls to your will. I also bet you could form a soul into a bow, and shoot soul power like a physical weapon that will also pierce magic, or maybe even just create and shoot a missile right out of your hand.

  “Something in your power adapts the soul’s power to work and interact in this plane’s reality.”

  “Be right back.”

  I got up and headed out the back door, not wanting to break the house. I doubted one soul would be very powerful, but I focused on the idea of using my power to form soul power into a solid projectile like an arrow. An arrow blasted from my hands, and hit the nearest bush pretty hard, the arrow tip sticking in. I still felt a tethered connection to that power with mine, so pulled it back and the arrow disappeared.

  I tried to form a fireball with it, but nothing happened, and I nodded. I also tried to just slam the tree with the power, and nothing happened. It seemed pretty clear I’d have to convert and form the soul power into something physical for it to impact anything on this plane, otherwise it was just like the spirit itself, unable to affect the physical world of the living.

  It seemed pretty simple actually, but the more I thought about it the more diverse I realized it could be. I laughed, when I used my power to lift the suit of armor pressed to my skin, and I actually rose off the ground.

  I could make a sword, but it seemed likely I’d lose a sword fight, or at least a monster with speed and strength would have no trouble dodging my attacks. The only fear in that though was is if they were more powerful than I was, if not they’d be screwed too, merely beating on the soul armor and never touching me with magic, claw, or steel.

  No, only my mind sped up and was enhanced, so I’d have to fight with my mind alone and not my body. I created a spear, and didn’t wield it with my slow ass hand, I just wielded with my mind, and the thing blurred as I moved it around with my thoughts. That was more like it, and the key. The best way to use my power was a melding of mind power and physical objects that weren’t wielded with my body.

  There was one other thing I thought of trying, I used my magic to try and read the soul. Find out as much as I could about the dead spirit. To my relief, the information was vague. I knew enough to know he was one evil bastard in life, and where he belonged in the afterlife.

  I focused on sending him home, and I chuckled as I fell six inches to the ground and my mind slowed down. I felt impossibly slow in that moment, but I knew my mind would readjust.

  I wondered how I turned soul power corporeal, and I decided that maybe it was a watered down version of actually restoring life. My father could supposedly raise the dead, make them alive again and return them to the world of life. My power wasn’t quite up to that, but I could return the soul in some kind of physical inanimate form.

  I wasn’t sure if that was right, but it satisfied me for the moment as the probable answer for such a weird power. I was also grateful, because I’d be helpless to protect us from our enemies without it. I headed back inside.

  Chapter Four

  She really was magnificently beautiful, and she was actually humming to herself, clearly lightheartedly content to be cooking us dinner. That was another sign that I was right about her submissive side, when it came to the man in her life anyway, she was the take no prisoners type otherwise.

  “I think I have a handle on the possibilities, or at least a good start on one. I considered the idea of testing my limits, but decided to wait until you could supervise, outside. I sent the bastard back where he belongs.”

  She smiled, “That’s good. We’ll do that tomorrow morning. The important thing right now is for you to note how your power feels right now.”

  I tilted my head, “Maybe a smidgen weaker than it was?”

  She nodded, “And that’s the trap, and problem. You’ll be invincible with enough souls, but you only have enough power to control so many for so long. That took what, twenty minutes? We’ll experiment, but it’s a balance. Say you can only summon and control twenty souls, for one hour before your demigod power is exhausted. I suspect it’s the objects you make that truly expends your power, not the souls you summon.”

  I thought about that, then nodded.

  She shrugged, “So, an enemy can wear you down if you don’t kill them fast enough. Worse, if you don’t send the souls back before you run out of power, we’ll have dead people from Tartarus running around the planet out of control. I don’t think they could do anything, but I know it would bring your father down on your head like a ton of bricks.

  “So, tomorrow, we’ll summon ten souls, and experiment forming them all into things, half armor and half in weapons, until you’re down to about half your magic. That will give us an idea of how long your power will last, and we’ll estimate the time you can maintain against the number of souls you use for it. The more souls you summon, the more of your power it will consume to use them all to create shields and weapons of various types. It’ll be a balance.”

  “That… makes a whole lot of sense. I didn’t realize until you mentioned it those limits would exist.”

  I was suddenly a whole lot less invincible in my head.

  She nodded, “It’ll also tell us how quickly you regain your power naturally, because we’ll time it for the first time for regenerating half your magic. A small risk, you’ll still be a power to be reckoned with at half power. But after that, we shouldn’t go below ninety percent of your power or so, when you’re training, or we could die simply because you’re out of power if an enemy chooses to attack you right after training.”

  “Sounds great. So tomorrow, power measurements, clothes shopping, and we’ll set up a training regimen?”

  She grinned, “And fucking, lots and lots of fucking, don’t forget that.”

  I laughed, “Never happen, I was taking that as a given, Mags.”

  She shivered, in a good way, and beamed at me, “I really like that, almost as much as saucy nymph. Got any more for me yet?”

  I rounded the counter and wrapped my arms around her middle, and nuzzled her neck before kissing it, “How about, mine,” I said the last word firmly.

  She trembled slightly and then melted back against me, “Tempting man. The food is almost done.”

  I slid my hands down her stomach, and across her pelvis and then down her legs before I hit flesh with my fingertips and slowly teased up her skirt.

  “You are so sexy, Mags, and I don’t just mean your beauty, or your delectable body.”

  I slid my fingers to her inner thighs lifting her skirt, and I teased her flesh and the edge of her panties with my fingertips, as my cock grew hard against her.

  She let out a soft gasp, “We really don’t have time, three minutes for the steaks.”

  I palmed her heated sex, and my cock twitched against her ass through the jeans when I felt how soaked she was for me.

  “So sexy, and so very naughty. How long have you been wet for me?”

  I started to work her sex in slow circles through the panties, with just a little pressure that I knew would be grinding her clit through the hood, and also be creating explosive sensations along her generous labia as the soft silk and the heat of my hand warmed her.

  She started to pant for me, “A while, ever since we got dressed, you’ve been making me wet.”

  I smiled, and I nibbled on her earlobe while my other hand squeezed her breast softly and my right hand worked her a little harder.

  She asked breathily, “What else makes me sexy?”

  I started to work her even faster, in tight little circles that had her panting hard, while my fingers did the best that they could to roll her nipples through her clothes, firmly and gently.

  “Your power and strength, your ambition and your bright intelligence. Even your ruthlessness turns me on, you’re a hell of a woman, Mags. My saucy nymph, Maggie, but you’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

  She gasped, “Yes… I’ll be your good girl. Good girls can be naughty too,” she said in such a sweetly breathy and beggingly seductive tone that I almost came in my pants.

  “You know what else is sexy?”

  She said with a trembling body and gasping pants, “What?”

  “The way you cum for me, so cum for me, now!” I barked that last word as I pinched and rolled her nipple just a bit harder, still gently but very firmly, and at the same time I pushed her panties through her folds and stroked her clit through the soaked and sticky fabric.

  She screamed, “Jack!” and her legs shook as she came undone for me, and I just watched with awe, as she came undone for me so powerfully. Her panties were soaked as was my hand, but it was the look of ecstasy on her face along with her trembling squirming body that was absolutely mesmerizing to me. Hot too, I was hard steel against her backside.

  When she came down, I patted her ass softly and kissed her neck, “So beautiful,” I whispered in her ear.

  The look she gave me was full of awed confusion, as I just walked away and let her recover as I pulled the steaks out of the oven. That’s all I did though, I didn’t want overcooked steaks, but I’d let her finish serving it when she got her legs back.

  I winked, “Take your time,” and went back to the table.

  I could see it in her face, she was beyond shocked I hadn’t taken her after that. That I didn’t rip her panties down and take her right over the counter, she was also totally blissed out.

  She pulled herself together, and plated the food for both of us, and brought it over to me.

  She asked, “What just happened?”

  I grinned, “That was all about you, Mags. You can take care of my very hard cock after we eat.”

  She shook her head, and just started at me a bit longer, then took her own seat across from me.

  “What game are you playing?”

  I replied, “None, I just really wanted to watch you cum. I’m sure you’ll take care of me, with just as much enthusiasm, when dinner is done. After all, you did promise to be a good girl.”

  She blushed, “I did, didn’t I. That was… hot. No one’s ever done that before. I mean, not without taking what they wanted after.”

  “Oh, I definitely got what I wanted out of it. Your pleasure is a thrill, and mine as well.”

  She said, “You’re up to something, but I’m enjoying it.”

  I tilted my head, “You’re right, I am up to something. I’ll tell you as soon as you tell me what you’re nervous about. Until then, we’ll just have fun playing the game. But, to be clear, I totally loved doing that for you. You’re truly exquisite when the passion takes you, and I love how responsive your body is to my touch, and my voice.”

  She smiled coyly, “Fair. But you’ll tell me if I admit my worry?”

  I nodded, “Yes. This is fantastic by the way.”

  She blushed, “Thanks.”

  I asked, “So what do you do, when you’re not plotting to build your coven, accumulate power and wealth, and destroying your enemies.”

  She giggled, “Fuck. Really, that’s about it. I mean I like music, and some movies are okay, but I don’t do television. I read rarely. I keep the house clean, and I go out and fuck, which you’ll be handling from now on to my delight. I do enjoy dancing, and a nice restaurant on occasion.”

  I nodded, “We can do that, otherwise we’ll be stuck in this place all the time, and I won’t be able to keep my hands off of you.”

  She grinned, “Was there a bad side to that?”

  “Besides life balance between work, play, and intimacy, I can’t think of any. I’m guessing since you followed me for two weeks you know I like action movies, pop and country music, and darts and pool at the local dive.”

  She nodded, “I do, but I’m curious what you’ll do with access to my money. Were those things because you love them, or because you were broke and couldn’t afford other diversions? Sorry if that’s blunt.”

  I frowned, and waved a hand at that last, “It’s a good point. I don’t see myself being the country club type, ever, and I do enjoy pool and darts while drinking a few. Still, I’ve always wanted to try boating, skiing both snow and water, but I’ve never gotten the money together for it, not to mention vacation time.”

  She smiled, “We’ll have to keep that in mind when we take a break from our lives. Right now, we should both be focused on our enemies, building our alliance to include more allies, and starting the coven. But, I’d very much like to go boating with you one day, and maybe snow skiing up north when Winter comes.”

  “The money?”

  She said, “I have investors, at this level my money makes money, more than we could ever spend if we stay within reason. Lot of stocks and even investments in local businesses. It’s something I can keep up with minimum attention, a couple of hours a week.”

  “So, the coven?”

  She nodded, “I have some ideas already. There’s a couple of really nice girls stuck in the Twilight Flame Coven, but with you as my ally I’m sure I can get them to jump ship and join us. They… abuse their female coven members, quite literally. I’ll do that in a couple of days, after we have your power and training sorted to our satisfaction.

  “They might join our bed at some point, but in the beginning, they’ll be wary of men no doubt, and they’ll need to reclaim and empower themselves first. If you wouldn’t mind, let me handle that, any kind of seduction from you would just make them close up.”

  I nodded, “I’m not an asshole.”

  She blushed, “I know that, I’ve seen you at your most private, sorry. Anyway, on the other tack I have a few contacts I can shake, see if they’re interested in joining us, but it’ll be a very soft sell. Those can handle themselves, will be coven and allies, and they’ll join our bed if you choose to take that course with them. In fact, that’d be the main draw for them, allying with you, without you here they wouldn’t consider joining and allying to a coven run by me, as demigoddesses.”

  “Sounds good. So after we have me sorted, powers, training regimen, clothes, my apartment, and of course lots of sating in between.”

  She giggled, “Yes. I’ll contact them in two days too, and we’ll see what happens.”

  “You are ambitious. So getting me was a coup?”

  She nodded, “I’m half afraid you’ll leave once you have everything that I can give you to help you prepare for life in our dangerous world. Save the money and the sex, and you already have seed money to live comfortably if not like this, which leaves sex.”

  “With you,” I winked.

  It was already more than that in my mind, but clearly, she was in denial that she was already putty in my hands. To be fair, it’d only been a few hours since we’d met, and time would answer those questions.

  “Teasing, Mags. I’m in no hurry to go anywhere.”

  She looked confused again.

  “There’s also contacts, but you’ll learn who the locals are pretty fast.”

  We were quiet as we ate now that we had a plan of sorts, I wanted to reassure her. I could tell she was nervous again, but it was too soon for anything like that. Reassurance required trust, and we didn’t have that yet. I could treat her like a lady, a submissive, and treat her like I was dating her. Really, that was my entire plan, to see where it went, and if I snared her heart where all others had failed before. But if we didn’t work out, I knew I would leave at some point, six months on the outside. If our relationship stayed in the shallow end of the pool, that was probably even a little too optimistic. I could be her ally maybe, still, but from a distance.

  When she finished off her steak, she pushed back her chair, and slid off to her hands and knees. When I felt her hands on my legs, I knew she was about to blow more than my mind.

  The truth was the blowjob in the hospital, despite being the best I’d ever had, was a pale shadow of the blowjob she gave me as I finished off my steak. In the hospital she’d been going for shock and awe, that night after dinner she went for luxurious awe, slow and unbelievably decadent sweetness. She made love to my cock, overwhelming me and edging me for close to a half an hour, the pleasure was mind blowing.

  When I finally finished in that devoted mouth, I was half in love with her. Yeah I know, not real love, but the pleasure had been that mind-blowing. She was amazing at giving pleasure, and the way she started to bob quickly while begging me for my cum with her eyes drove me insane. The potent waves of ecstasy that roared through my body like a deluge washed me away, and I got a little lost in those mock innocent wide brown eyes, and the look of absolute contentment on her face as she drank down the bounty of her efforts with wanton moans.