Then I pulled her against me and I devoured her with a kiss.

  Surprised or not, she gasped and melted against me aggressively almost immediately, and she kissed me back with a passion that rocked my senses.

  Brenna was hot, sexy, and up for anything, a self-admitted slut for me, but she was also a woman and with me just showing up, she’d need some foreplay to get wet for me, and I wasn’t going to take her dry. I worked her up for a bit, then bent her over and fucked her brains out, with hard and fast strokes of my cock as she worked me hard in return. Hard, pounding, and wild, and I pulled two orgasms out of her barely legal body before dumping my load deep inside of her.

  It was immensely satisfying for both of us, in less than ten minutes.

  She giggled, “Well, hello to you too,” which were the first words either of us spoke.

  “Clean me up,” I said shortly.

  She bit her lip hungrily as she dropped to her knees. She loved when I was commanding, but I had to be careful not to add compulsion to my voice, no big deal, as she cleaned my cock of our mixed satiation.

  “Do you want a cleanup, Brenna,” I wiggled my fingers suggestive of magic.

  She shook her head, “I want my god’s sperm in me for the rest of the day.”

  I grinned, “Wicked. My wild witch.”

  She winked, “Depraved, a little. It makes me feel owned by you, in a really naughty way. I’m really glad you stopped by. That was… hot.”

  I kissed her lingeringly, stroking her body teasingly, then stepped back and cast the reversal spell to unlock the door and flip the sign back to ‘Come on in’.”

  “Truly my pleasure.”

  She giggled, “Did June have you all worked up?”

  “You could say that. I don’t think it’ll be much longer. Umm, what does your coven think of you having your youth restored? Did you tell them about me?”

  She said, “My daughters and a few granddaughters know. I’ve only talk to the others in the coven over the phone, so they don’t know about that yet. My granddaughters agreed to share shifts at the family shop, so whenever you need me full time I can be right over.”

  “Soon, another couple of days at most, I expect. June is fascinated with the idea, and I know she wants to meet you. We just need to sort out ourselves first.”

  She went up on her toes and leaned into me, then kissed my neck, “I wait upon your pleasure, always. I am content, thrilled even.”

  I totally didn’t get it, her perspective I mean. But I supposed I didn’t have to, all I had to do was accept it, and accept her. All while trying not to be a dick about it. I mean, her devotion was heady, the way she saw me and wanted to serve me as her second life’s purpose. To keep her happy, all I had to do was let her, and as I said, not be an arrogant prick about it.

  I swatted her bubbled ass, then caressed it, before kissing her again.

  She looked up at me dreamily when I broke it.

  “See you soon.”

  She winked saucily, “I hope so.”

  I let the magic take me to my studio, and then got back to painting. I wanted to get them all done. A masterpiece in an hour… well my brush moved with quick surety, and my power seemed to instinctively understand and actually dry the paint if I needed to add a new layer in places. It was all instinctive, a part of my power. There were no words, no great focus, just… losing myself in the work.

  With witchcraft, it took power, focus, and words. Godly powers seemed far more intuitive, focusing on the ends only, all the interim steps seemed to take care of themselves. Like… my magic wasn’t just my magic, but a third brain lobe as well that took care of all the details. The power of a god was intelligent in a way, and worked to my intent, it was a living part of me and my existence.

  That’s the best I’ve ever been able to express it.

  So that’s all I had to do, focus on the end result, a masterpiece painting of the beauty of human form, with a picture and emotion in my head. The magic, and my skills with a brush, took care of the rest.

  Chapter Five

  The shower felt fantastic, as I scrubbed off the scent of the paints and cleaned up. The six paintings were done, and I even had time for a seventh, but not a part of the series.

  Regardless, I was excited about taking June out on a date, and I took the time to groom myself with magic. The closest shave I’d ever had, perfect short fingernails, and no extra hair anywhere. I even used the magic to make my dark plum buttoned collared shirt flawless, like it was new, and I did the same for my gray Dockers which had been slightly faded, then pulled on black shoes.

  I moved down the hallway, with the seventh painting in hand, and I knocked on her door.

  “Yes?”

  I chucked, “I’m here to pick you up for our date.”

  She squeaked, “Umm, just a minute.”

  I snorted, and I’d bet money she’d lost track of time writing. I did that with art sometimes, and had gotten into the habit of setting an alarm. A habit that had stuck, even though I didn’t have classes to accidentally miss any longer.

  She must’ve been practicing with magic as well, because she looked amazing as she opened the door less than three minutes later. Her hair was pinned up on the side in a lovely do, her black ringlets still falling down her back but completely revealing her petite diamond encrusted ears, the beauty of her face, and the diamond pendant around her neck.

  Her body was sheathed in a thin red dress that showed a tasteful amount of her generous C cup cleavage, and it hugged all her curves tightly down to her hips. The dress’s skirt went down to lower thigh and was pleated and loose around her legs, and she had black sandals with two-inch heels on. The dress itself was both simply cut and somehow elegant, though that latter part could’ve been all her.

  “You look amazing, June.”

  She smiled, “Thank you.”

  I handed her the painting, “A gift, to commemorate our first date.”

  She giggled, “Assuming there will be a second?”

  “Hopefully anticipating.”

  She looked down at the painting, then gasped with widening eyes. She seemed to be thrilled, so I’d take it. It was a vivid painting of a dozen roses in an arrangement with other flowers mixed in, with dew beading on the petals as they opened up. The arrangement was on a crystal vase, on a light brown wood shiny tabletop, which had a mirror image of the arrangement like a slightly duller but still vibrant reflection in the shiny surface.

  Behind the table in the background was a set of open French doors, overlooking a beach and the ocean view at sunset. Which was completely relevant to our date, so would serve as a reminder as well.

  Corny maybe, a dozen roses for our first date. Roses that would never fade and remind her of our first night out. But she seemed beyond thrilled, her eyes lit up with warmth as she looked back at me.

  “It’s perfect, thank you, Mark.”

  I smiled, “You inspired me.”

  She put the painting carefully on the dresser top, leaning against the wall.

  “I’ll hang it properly tomorrow.”

  I held out a hand, “Ready?”

  She asked, “Where are we going.”

  I grinned, “It’s a surprise.”

  She smirked, then shook her head and took my hand with a look of anticipation on her face.

  Chicago had an amazing night life, wonderful cuisine and so many options for those that liked music and dance. But, we were gods, why limit our prospects?

  A few years ago, my parents had taken me on vacation to St. Croix, in the U.S. Virgin Islands in the Caribbean. Which was where I took her then, for dinner and sunset, at a beachside steak and seafood restaurant with a romantic atmosphere. Low lighting, candlelight, and soft instrumental music.

  We appeared on the beach in a subtly out of the way area near the boardwalk that would shield us from being seen, especially with the sun directly over the ocean, no one would be looking that way.

  She looked around, then smiled widely, “This is amazing. Warm, no wonder you told me to wear something thin.”

  I kept her hand as I winked, and led her up onto the boardwalk, whispering a spell under my breath to clean any sand off our shoes, or that might have gotten inside them.

  She blushed, “You don’t do things by half measures, do you?”

  I chuckled, “When you woo a goddess and give her proper due, there’s no way else to do it. Plus, god of arts and leisure. What I mean is, you deserve my best efforts, and nothing is too good for you.”

  She bit her lip, “Thank you for tonight, it’s already amazing. You’re going to spoil me, aren’t you?”

  “Every chance I get,” I replied honestly, in an admiring tone of voice.

  She blushed, and we just enjoyed the long moment of silence that followed. The sexual tension zinging between us was delicious, along with the simple pleasure of the warm connection of our entwined hands, as she took the beach in as well as the restaurants and shops. It wasn’t all that far, until I took her toward the tables outside the restaurant, and I pulled out her chair to seat her. She looked at me with so much desire, but also a warmth and thrill at my attention and the night. At being the focus of my interest to the exclusion of all else.

  It was many things given the complicated circumstances of what and who we were, but it was also simply, a first date, with the usual associated thrills and sense of great promise.

  We sat across from each other at the two-person table, but slightly skewed so we could easily see the beach and horizon. The candles were already lit, but I imagined the romantic aspect of them would kick in as the sun sunk behind the horizon.

  A waitress came over and took our drink order as she delivered the menus.

  She bit her lip, “Where are we?”

  I chuckled, “Did I forget to mention, St. Croix. They’re a couple of hours ahead of us, which is why the sun’s setting.”

  It was late spring, the longest nights of the year, and close to nine where we were.

  She nodded, “It’s perfect.”

  “So what kind of dancing do you like?”

  She shrugged, “Club, swing, country. I can even ballroom dance, but that doesn’t come up a lot.”

  I grinned, “Fair and the same.”

  The waitress came back to take our orders, I got a New York strip steak, loaded baked potato, salad, and a lobster bisque. June ordered the prime rib and shrimp, and mashed sweet potato with a side of mushrooms.

  “So, did you notice any… changes, on that night. I mean, I look the same, but muscle tone came in that I didn’t have before.”

  She nodded, “My skin was healthy, but it’s glowing now, and silkier. Also, no more split ends and my curly hair doesn’t frizz anymore either, and it didn’t used to be quite so shiny. That’s about it.”

  We started to ask all the first date questions. Deeper looks into what specific books we’d enjoyed the most, favorite foods, morning or night person, family details of which we were both only children, pets, our perfect vacation ideas, silliest fear, worst household chore, and so on. Worst movie, song, and all that.

  I felt a deep need to know everything about her, to know her as well as any person can know another, and she seemed keenly interested in my answers as well. She was stunning, mesmerizing, and I wanted to know it all from the pettiest thing about her to the most profound. Sure, the shallow connections through our power, sexual tension, and chemical romance drove that curiosity, but it was already deeper than that. Simply because we wanted it to be.

  For the rest of the night, we stayed away from the whole god subject, and any speculation about why we were reborn ignorant with fresh slates, all those questions and more that we had no answers to. The mysteries surrounding us could wait, tonight was about us, and for me all about her. Not her powers, or that she was a goddess, or any of that. It was all about the woman June, and how captivating she was.

  The sun set and moon rose, but we could still make out the beach, and the rolling waves under the moonlight. We could feel the ocean breeze, and the scents of the saltwater and tropical fresh air. It was invigorating as well as romantic.

  The candlelight was romantic, and we tuned out the people walking past on the boardwalk and focused on each other. The low volume instrumental music was both romantic and compelling.

  All of our romantic surroundings were nothing compared to her dancing dark blue eyes, which had me captivated most of the night. There was a potent electric connection between us, and I lost myself in those eyes and in her every small and feminine movement.

  I was wooing her, but she sure as hell had me enthralled too.

  Once dinner was over, we headed up the boardwalk, and then went into a dance club playing a bluesy reggae. She was a fantastic dancer, and both our hearts were beating hard as we finally got to touch one another, relatively safely in public. Her body moved in ways that should be illegal, and despite her shyness and hesitation at times she was sensuous beyond belief in my arms, against my body, as we moved around the dancefloor.

  The moment was electric when it finally happened. The moment I only saw desire and invitation in her eyes, a passionate surrender to whatever it was that bound us together. The confusion and fear of the unknown gone, at least for tonight, and the last two songs we danced to was pure foreplay. She was breathy, covered in a glowing sheen, and her eyes were smoldering.

  It was a little shocking actually, the shy blushing girl had taken a powder, swept to the side by the intensity and thrill of the night. The beautiful woman before me was all sensual seduction and the promise of deep and endless pleasures I could scarce comprehend were promised by her eyes, by her every touch, and by the way her body sultrily caressed mine.

  When the song ended, she stepped closer, her eyes sweltering with the same need I felt deep in the depths of my being. She hadn’t just hoisted the flags, she’d set them on fire. She bit her lip in desire as I pulled her to the back of the club, out of the door, and then we disappeared in a globe of golden light, only to appear in my bedroom.

  “Mark,” she whispered softly, with sultry desire and heated eyes. She was breathy from dancing, and I could see her breasts heaving and the beads of sweat in her cleavage at the bottom of my vision as I got lost in her eyes.

  Her whole body trembled for a moment in need, as I bent my head and softly caressed her beautiful face. So soft, her skin silken and supple, nubile and forever so at the appearance of nineteen.

  She licked and parted her lips, lifting her face to mine as I dipped my head down further. Her lips were sweet against mine, as I brushed them, then pulled back to look into her eyes once more. So full of invitation, no doubts, no fears, she needed me.

  The next kiss was lingering, deeper, and searching. It didn’t take long to find the rhythm of the kiss, a rhythm distinctly our own as we synced up, and she let out a breathy sigh of need into my mouth that made my cock flex against her stomach.

  She moaned in approval, and she ground her body against mine as the kiss grew even more passionate. Her hands caressed my chest, shoulders, and neck as mine teased her hips, the sides of her breasts, the small of her back, and finally down to her ass.

  She gasped breathily as I squeezed her sexy heart shaped ass and pulled her body tighter to mine even as she rubbed up against me. Her kiss was sweet as candy, her nimble hot tongue delicious rolling around mine, and she was trembling in sensual need against me.

  Her hands darted for my pants, but I grabbed them and pulled them around her back, gripping both with one hand. She looked up at me with shock, her desire skyrocketing further as I teased her cleavage with my free hand, then she gasped against me as I leaned down to kiss and suckle her neck.

  I pulled the straps off of her shoulders, then unzipped, and then peeled the front of the dress down, revealing her proud, generous, and creamy C cups. Her nipples were tightened for me already, as well as the cooler air of the room, as I dipped lower and started to tease them. I kissed her soft flesh, suckled lightly, and teased around her nipples, while my other hand teased her other breast.

  She let out a needy whimper, arched her back and pushed her proud breasts against my hand and face, all while she tried to get her hands free.

  I held them fast, but I also relented and took her nipple into my hot mouth, swirled it with my wet tongue, and nipped teasingly before suckling. A deep moan left my lips, sending gentle vibrations through her nipple into her now squirming body. All while my free hand teased her nipple with light thumb wipes, gentle pinches and rolls that had her gasping and wriggling in my arms.

  She whimpered in pants, “Mark, that feel so good, oh so good. Your hands and mouth on me, so much better than what I’d imagined. You’re driving me crazy.”

  I accused, “You are so sexy, June,” as I looked up from her breasts into her awed and wild eyes, fogged with lust and the overwhelming sensations I was delivering. But I was barely getting started.

  I swapped hands to hold hers, and I used my new freed hand on her soaked nipple, rolling it more firmly as it slid around, pinching lightly and pulling, all while I devoured her other nipple with the attentions of my mouth.

  Her whole body trembled for me, and that’s when I moved on. Her dress went down fast as I pushed it over her hips, falling down her legs and pooling around her feet. She had the sexiest black lingerie panties I’d ever seen, in person anyway, and the sexy body to pull it off. Her dress had breast support though with those thin spaghetti straps, so no bra.

  Regardless, I pushed her onto the bed, then dove between her legs, spreading them with firm hands. Her scent of arousal, and her slightly puffy labia which glistened in the dim light were so wet for me. I took a long sensual moment, to slowly pull those panties down her legs, and reveal her sex fully to my lustful gaze.

  She said, “What are you… Mark. Oh, gods!” she cried out, as I showed her exactly what, and licked up her delicious and heated folds. So wet for me, and so delicious as I feasted. Not roughly, but insistently and powerfully, as I worked her sex with authority, my hands digging deep into her supple and silken flesh of her hips, waist, and ass.