She giggled, “Have I overwhelmed you, my champion?”

  “Quite. With all this inspiration I really should’ve been able to find a better word.”

  She giggled as she brushed my forehead again and fire burned through me without pain. Her power filling and warming me in an overwhelming way, and then all at once it settled within me and around me.

  “You won’t always wake in this place in my lap, but we tend to meet our new arrivals and champions one on one for that very reason, and I beat out my sisters for your attentions this time. You’re delightful, and you now carry my blessing.”

  “Delightful?”

  She smiled, “You’re a dreamer you know. No matter how much you want to believe you’re a realist. You just lost heart for a time.”

  “My mind is still trying to catch up. I didn’t really believe you would make me a champion, though I did and do wish it.”

  She said, “Your parentage is not a consideration for us. It is your heart and mind, your dedication to us and our mantel, that matters.”

  That had been my worry, though I’d have been fine just being a follower I’d half feared they wouldn’t take me as a champion because of my father. But if that wasn’t a worry for them, I’d deal with whatever fallout there was toward me.

  “What does it do? The blessing?”

  She said, “Many things. Passively, it will inspire you as well as others around you. It’s a subtle thing, someone walking by you may suddenly remember something, or get their next idea for a painting, a song lyric, or a story, or a speech, or maybe they’ll just figure out a problem they’ve been struggling with. It all comes from within you, and them, the blessing just helps it come out. Those are just a few examples, it could be a lot of things based on their gifts and need.

  “Actively, you’ll get a sense of the artistic gifts around you when dealing with people, and what their passions are related to song, dance, and other entertainments. Lastly, like our Elena you will hear the truth in other’s words.”

  “I’d been wondering about that. How does that tie in with your mantel?”

  She replied, “Philosophy, what you call the social sciences in this new age. Truth is a critical part of that.”

  “Wait, does that mean Elena knew my passion was to be an author the whole time?”

  She grinned, “Of course. It isn’t wise to walk around all day pointing at people and naming their passions for art, literature, music, dance, comedy, and other entertainment. She allowed you to find it yourself, with the aid of the passive side of her blessing to inspire your memories.”

  “That actually makes a lot of sense, doing that would be annoying, and may get someone thrown in the crazy house.”

  She giggled, which made her breasts shake and sway alluringly. What can I say? I was a man, and they were very lovely breasts on a literal goddess, and they were in the center of my vision and her cleavage was the path to her blue eyes.

  “It’s okay to do so in some cases, the blessing will guide you.”

  I nodded, “I’ll let your blessing guide me. So, what’s next?”

  She said, “I think I’ll keep you right where you are for tonight, are my breasts really so lovely to your eyes?” she asked in a teasing tone.

  “Yes,” I said boldly, though feeling a little self-conscious about it, which made her laugh. It was a tinkling laugh like bells, but so much more than that too. The profoundly sweet sound sent a shiver down my spine and straight to my cock, which I promptly ignored. All of the suggestions it sent up to my big brain were rejected.

  It was also pretty clear she could read every thought crossing my mind.

  Her hands got back to caressing my forehead and hairline.

  She smiled brightly, “The human body is a work of art, and I would be offended if you didn’t enjoy the view I afforded and the desires within you that were inspired. There’s a reason we’re so closely aligned and allies with the goddess of love. Beauty of the human form is very much an art. We’re also water nymphs if also much more than that, so your thoughts are hardly something to be concerned over, I am quite enjoying them.”

  “So I’ll meet the others tomorrow night, as well as other champions?”

  She replied, “Yes to the first. I’m sure you could handle meeting all of us now that we’ve spoken this long, but I’m just as sure that I want to keep you to myself this first night. No to the second, I am currently with them as well, connected to their dreams, but each is separate.”

  The vastness of mind and will which that little factoid implied, was awe inducing.

  “Water nymphs control water, but I don’t know much more than that.”

  She said, “They play all day, frolicking, laughing, searching for entertainment and others to pull into our games. The next idea, the next joy, that’s how we came into our mantel. We take pleasure in all forms of art, including our bodies.”

  I was starting to get the idea maybe how I’d woken up and the view afforded was a bit of an invitation after all. Then I blushed when that hopeful thought passed through my head and my cock stirred mightily at the idea. It also wouldn’t be an unfaithful act. The gods didn’t count as we were in their service to their mantel. For instance, I knew in that moment my newest mate Bonnie was in the arms of Aphrodite in her dreams, and I doubted they were conversing. They’d all made that clear to me earlier in the day, and that it wasn’t cheating.

  She winked, “Maybe I’m just waiting for inspiration to take you. My sisters were a bit jealous, but I’m kind of the unspoken leader, and authors are very much among my favorite people.”

  It felt like pure hubris and a little insane, as I sat up, turned, and pulled a goddess into a kiss. Her full lips were silken and warm, as they softly and sensually conformed to mine and filled my body with tingling heat. Her sweet breathy sigh of approval and surrender into my mouth told me I wasn’t being crazy, but that I’d been being entirely too tentative.

  Goddess, in awe of her or not, I did what felt natural to me even as I worshipped her in my thoughts. I took control of the situation boldly and surely as I did with all my ladies in bed. She let out a little breathy and needy gasp of pleasure as I stroked her body softly, and I teased the side of that perfectly pert and proud C cup breast.

  She was putty in my hands. The more demandingly I kissed her soft silken lips, the softer she got under my touch as she surrendered her body to me. No doubt she also got lost in my adoring and naughty thoughts, my awe of her, and my touch. Even as I got lost in the taste of her skin, her delightfully potent feminine scent, and the way her hands eagerly caressed my chest.

  She laid back and spread her legs for me, all while I held her firmly against me so that the kiss didn’t break. Her soft yet firmly supple breasts pushing hard against my chest as I entwined my fingers through her hair. Our tongues played, and as I moved into place, I could feel the warm wet heat of her against the tip of my cock.

  “You’re so wet for me, Calliope,” I said softly into her mouth, while brushing my cock along her heated silken folds sending delicious shivers of bliss exploding through my body. She was so feminine, soft, and completely welcoming to my advances.

  “And you have such delicious desires and thoughts of me, Jack. I am a goddess, and you are my servant and champion, but I’m also a woman and a water nymph.”

  I wanted to stroke into that heat so badly, but I wanted something else even more. After all, I’d never felt a beautiful goddess tremble in ecstasy on my mouth and tongue. So I started to kiss down her lusciously perfect hourglass body, tasting her skin, teasing her breasts with soft kisses while I teased her inner thighs with fingertips. My cock was as hard as steel, in anticipation, but I was in no rush as I worshipped her body, and I took great delight in the taste of her warm silky skin.

  She was nubile, perfectly ripe, as if she’d only just moments ago achieved full womanhood and maintained the blush of youth and had a sweet sensual innocence about her. There was nothing perverse in this pleasure, or in what we shared.

  Aphrodite was pleasure, all forms of pleasure, but my Calliope was only pleasure in the arts. There was only joy and pleasure in adoring and worshipping her body as a work of art. It was hard to get across the concept, but it was clear to me as I drowned in the sense of her presence and my pleasure and awe at worshipping, appreciating, and pleasuring her body as a work of art in such a way, as lovers.

  Maybe the best way to say it was the passion and intimacy between us in that moment was based on the appreciation of beauty and the artform of her feminine glory. I did feel lust of course, as a man does for a woman, but her overwhelming sense of presence and inspiration almost completely overshadowed that.

  I moaned deeply in approval when I finally relented and took that strained nub in my mouth that stood so highly and proudly on her gravity defying breasts. Her pink nipples were sweeter than I’d imagined, and so very sensitive. Her nubile body delightfully reactive and sensually surrendering to my every touch. Calliope’s musical voice was even more enthralling as she let out soft gasps of pleasure and need, and delightfully long and sensuous moans of enjoyment as she squirmed and arched her back below me.

  Her sensuousness was riveting, and so beautiful in form.

  I wasn’t sure what she enjoyed more. The physical pleasure I was engendering in her, the way I’d taken her in hand with confidence as a man would with any inviting woman of such beauty and grace, or my non-stop thoughts of worship, adoration, possessiveness, and a deep need to pleasure her. No doubt it was a mix of all three.

  I may have been her champion and servant, willingly so, but she surrendered to me that night as my goddess of inspiration and as a woman she gave her body to me.

  When she was at a fever pitch, panting and squirming below my firm touch while her hands caressed my head and shoulders wildly, I suckled her other nipple firmly, while one hand rolled her other nipple still slick with my spit with authority. Then I finally relented and moved my teasing fingertips off her inner thighs, cupped her mound, and put pressure on her clit with a tightly circling palm as my fingertips clawed and stroked her soaked labia softly.

  My eyes were looking up into hers, and I was filled with awe as she trembled, wildly came undone against my soft touch, and my suckling lips as I twirled my hot tongue around her nipple. Her eyes were wide as she released a soft passionate cry of ecstasy, and the way my name fell from her lips in such blissful feminine tones of surrender almost made me explode onto the grass. Her face was a study in pleasure.

  I worked her sex gently with palm and fingertips and suckled her through it gently, slightly rolling her other nipple as well, just not as intensely to extend her pleasure.

  She was wide eyed when she came down, and I smiled as I started to kiss my way down her body. She was so beautiful, and her sex was a work of art. Her labia lovely and perfectly symmetrical on a mouthwateringly petite mound.

  I moaned deeply in pleasure as I lapped up my reward with slow lavish licks along her folds, taking my time with it. I lost myself for an age, at her lovely taste, the sweet gasps, the blissful quivers and squirms, and the sweet trembles as she came for me. Licking pussy was an art, and an act of patience, but once I got her over and figured out what she liked, I made her cum on my face at least three times before I began the slow sensual trip back up her body, leaving a trail of wet butterfly kisses on her supplely nubile body.

  Her eyes were wide and warm with post-bliss from the four orgasms I’d provided, but also wide in anticipation as I collected plenty of lubrication on my sensitive tip, lined up, and pushed into her paradise firmly. Her sex was perfectly snug, not too tight, just tight enough to blow my mind, and slick enough that I slid in luxuriously as she softened her body and her silken walls stretched and conformed to my invasion.

  Her eyes widened further, and I was lost in them, in her, and the pleasure her body engendered in mine in that moment. I claimed her lips with passion as we both let out a sighing moan of deep pleasure.

  “Jack,” she said softly into my mouth, while her body arched and met mine with a soft and luxurious grind, a sweet sigh of contented pleasure fell from her lips.

  I can’t even describe how overwhelming it was, for a beautiful sensual goddess that I held in awe and worshipped to surrender her body and pleasure to me so freely and absolutely. To say my name in such sweet and unreserved surrender. It was surreal, and the while the raw physical pleasures of her body were no more overwhelming than my Maggie, Elena, or Bonnie’s passage, if all in slightly different ways, the sense of her sensual presence and immortal nubile body, her scent of inspiration, it all added up to an overwhelming and awesome package.

  It was a transcendent experience, as I ground into that welcoming warm heat only for her to meet me with soft acceptance and a loving grinding squeeze of her own in sensual opposition.

  “Calliope,” I breathed back, any words seemed insufficient to describe the pleasures and joy I took in her pleasure as I started to work her body with shallow soft strokes that I slowly ramped up to firmer and deeper long strokes of my cock.

  Her body arched as her legs went around me and wrapped tightly, her heels pulling at my ass as she used it for leverage to work her body up into me at the same firm and deliciously euphoric pace.

  “My sisters are so jealous right now.”

  My cock twitched hard, at the random thought that I worshipped nine hot nubile goddesses that I’d get to worship like this every night?

  Calliope laughed in delight.

  “Our nights will be long, in this place time is slowed. We’ll also be doing a lot more…” she gasped in pleasure, “than this. Talking, playing, dancing, music, discussing your passions, and who knows, you may even come to appreciate art. But yes, all my sisters will want to experience what you just did for me. You’re a rare man, and a rare champion, and we are water nymphs, in all senses of that word. Plus, I doubt you’ll be able to resist, we always frolic naked.”

  I groaned which made her giggle, then pushed out the salacious thoughts of a ten-some with nine nubile goddesses and got my mind solely on the nymph goddess I was making love to and worshipping in that moment.

  She smiled brightly, “So wonderful. Even as you finally take your pleasure in me, you’re still far more concerned with mine,” she said breathily, then her face lost the smile as it became a study in wanton pleasure, and her sex quivered and pulsed around my cock as she lost herself in ecstasy.

  The blissful sensations, her potent presence, and her perfect body trembling in ecstasy below me as her sex came undone around me and milked me hard for my seed was too much to resist. I’d already been close to the edge just from eating her out, before we even started. The potent wave of pleasure that rushed through me swept me away into bliss as I started to fill her perfect body with the bounty of my pleasure.

  Her sex continued to squeeze in violent contractions, milking my cock as she rolled her hips and quivered around me, milking me and extending my pleasure. She was exquisite.

  I gasped in a breath as I came down, and I collapsed next to her and pulled her into my side possessively.

  “I had no idea.”

  She giggled, “I know. We all thought it was delicious, when you chose us and your passion over the idea of becoming a lover with the goddess of love. That you had no idea we would share these pleasures, and it was only your heart that led you here this night, and not your manly need and desires. We’re all nymphs, so we’ll be enjoying your talented lovemaking a lot, but your heart wasn’t entirely wrong. We’re much more than that as well. Still, the nights will seem like several days to you, plenty of time to love and worship us all each night and get to everything else too. Probably more than once.”

  “I can feel it. I knew the more part already, and it certainly was a pleasant surprise.”

  She giggled, “I do enjoy it, if that’s in doubt. I mean, you taking charge and your possessive thoughts, since you didn’t forget what I am. We are all woman too, and that part of our relationship is more natural that way, but out of bed we’re in charge, just like Elena is an equal out of bed but your submissive creature in it. It helps if you think of it that way.”

  I nodded, “I get that already, though it still scrambles my mind a bit. I don’t have to tell you that though, you awe me. You’re also welcome to try and convert me to that art thing, but I’m dubious about your chances.”

  She grinned, “Modern art is perverse, I have no interest in showing you that. Though thankfully there are still many who follow the classics still painting today around the world.”

  “Perverse?”

  She nodded, “Art was meant to inspire emotion and ideals. Most of modern art is meaningless, and merely looks pretty and has no message to inspire. Art is to support culture and inspire thoughts and feelings based on culture. When you take the culture out of art you cheapen it. My point is, I suspect its modern art you don’t see the point of, because in truth… it has no point. You need to be educated.

  “But enough about that, let’s talk about you and Elena writing together. Then maybe you could appreciate the art of my feminine form some more?”

  I laughed, “Fair enough. I’d be delighted, Calliope.”

  She kissed my cheek, “I was hoping you would,” she said sultrily.

  It was an interesting first night with one of my nine goddesses. We talked for hours and hours, and made love together, but that latter much less than we talked, enjoyed music, and we even danced naked to the music which was playing. Still, it’d been something like sixteen times that I’d taken her, but given my eight hours or so of sleep felt like four days, that was only a half hour to an hour every six. It also pointed out quite clearly that I’d easily be able to love all nine of them twice each night, and still have plenty of time for the rest.

  It was mind boggling actually, and Calliope was thrilled by the idea I hadn’t even known that was on the table when I’d chosen to worship them and hoped to be their servant and champion. I suspected those that knew about our world might try to choose them for that reason alone.

  Calliope was sweet, submissive, extremely passionate about her mantel, and insatiable, but she was also all goddess at the same time and I was in her thrall and breathlessly attentive to her words and intentions. The only time I took the lead and took control was when we made love.